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PS: yeh, starting with my 'drive 'em humans miles away' lectures this time cause the i was told i must... and also cause the one who instructed me hence is the one who actually led to the writing of this piece!
... to you, nijaL :)... an ode (belated) to us, and the wonderful day we spent...
just this random yet another night conversation, where she told me i had to do an AR exclusive piece at least one time with NO ONE ELSE... i told her it wont happen... on second thoughts just maybe, a one shot... i can't do nothing with just those two, right??? (just fyi nij, when you said you saw other names before even reading the one shot i was already in half minds concluding i would be licked for yet another NOT exclusive AR :D thankfully... na-uh!)
anyways, then Madz with her fab summer love contest had the thread up, and i can't think of another time after perfect imperfection when i wrote something so swiftly in just a go with nothing to look back at and edit... at least for time 1... i did edit some tit bits before finally sumitting it to the contest :D ... and posting the draft exactly as it was on the contest thread here now, for all those who may have missed it there and might just be interested to give it a read anyways (yeh yeh, my optimism with silent readers is impossible to snub :D ... )
finally, if someone reading this stuff is not drugged to a slumber, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for all the votes and love... i wont say i was trying any harder than usual to make it sound anything unlike me, even hough the whole set up of the scene isn't my usual... but somehow i didn't think SO many of you would guess it in the blinking of an eye :) lovya all, you guys make writing worth all its effort!!
hugz and much love,
nj :)
~ At Dawn~
"...Morning!..." he spoke, a husky whisper which tickled her ear.
Even though the whole process of respiration, she knew, without the basics of her profession, worked itself higher up in the chest, had she not with him experienced unbelievable anatomy exceptions? Like right now, when her breath hitched somewhere in the pit of her stomach as his arms snug around her waist from behind and she felt the distinctly chiseled lines of his bare torso, against the soft veil of cotton she had slipped on before sliding off the bed.
He inhaled deeply into her hair, his grip becoming comfortably tight in the process, and felt her relax her back upon his chest after the first few seconds. And smiled. And both of them stood against the cool glass of the window which overlooked the city from a height and a distance. The sky was colored in shades of the rear of the night, black-blue and violet-grey with contrasting streaks of pink sneaking in, at the inception of dawn.
"Armaan?"
"Hmmm... "
"Why did we wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"I... usually sleep on the wrong side..." She raised an eye without turning to face him.
"Yeh?" and felt him shrug against her back in affirmation.
"Just a random habit I picked up in freshman year." he explained, "My room in the West Hall was on level three and my bed accordingly west facing, I slept the wrong side so I could wake up to the sight of dawn each morning."
She smiled absent mindedly. That he was thoughtful and an individual of depth she had always known, but every little detail of the man she loved was exhilarating and precious. Like the sensation of the stray thumb he was rubbing upon one of her wrists right now.
"How did I not hear about this during pre-med?" she quipped, cocking an eye. Armaan chuckled.
"You mean you were trying to come to terms with my sleeping habits from way back then?"
"I was trying to come to terms with plenty Dr. Malik, but you refused to let a girl invade your life," she informed him with the slight turn of her head towards him and he looked back visibly sheepish. Then unexpectedly he blew away at the troublesome bang over her eye and her lashes blinked reflexively as if shying away. Armaan grinned cheekily.
"Realllly?" he teased.
"Yeh yeh!... flatter youself all you want. Everyone has a right to humor their egos!"
This time he broke out laughing, then turning her around in an affectionate embrace he fixed that stubborn strand firmly behind her ear and gave her a casual peck at the start of her long nape just below the chin. She felt a slight shiver to the tip of her spine. It was this element of his love she thought she would never get accustomed enough to, his gestures were at moments so unexpected, yet so simple and spontaneous that they seemed the most obvious things for her to have expected from him in exactly the moment they graced.
"I love you," she mumbled snuggling closer into him and they stood looking out at the blooming day in this early summer week. "So how did I not know about ths habit before?"
"There's nothing distracting you from topics is there?"
"Scared I might unravel some dark secret Doc?" she took her turn to tease him back and he gave her a thoughtful look.
"Maybe..." and she elbowed him in the ribs lightly at his jesting tone a second later.
"Oowww!" he muttered in obvious reflex. "What's so exciting about it anyways?"
"Well, I mean...its not a usual habit, and the reason even more unusual. I'm just surprised I never heard a mention of it. Not even from Abhi..." Armaan shocked her with another hearty laugh.
"Abhimanyu Modi!" he exclaimed like the name held a latent joke, shaking his head. "I hope that wasn't the dark secret you suspected me of sweetheart." Ridhima rolled her eyes with a wry grin at his mundane intrepretation.
Abhi had been married to Nikki for over a year now.
Nikki was Ridhima's friend from an age where she could not have spelled the word right.
Abhi was Armaan's mate from high school onwards.
Armaan was the intellectual introvert who had drawn feelings from a much in contrast bubbly Ridhima who's fascination for this different guy had fast become attraction and further flourished into a ripe emotion one of its kind.
And it was in the process of bringing the latter pair closer, that the cupid had made its miracle strike between the former two who to begin with had been at loggerheads in the politest of terms. And all this activity had marked their years of undergrad together.
"Anyways," he continued and Ridhima listened attentively, "It wasn't exactly in Modi's best interests to be rattling off about sleeping habits in public." Armaan concluded with an amused faraway look. Her hold around his waist relaxed as she pulled back from the embrace slightly to look at him, intrigued, and he looked right back at her.
"What do you mean?" she asked him and he grinned at look of curiosity on her face like a young teen not wanting to be left out of a secret. Tugging his hold around her shoulder in a half hug he kissed her nose happily and said looking into her eyes,
"Why don't you ask Nikki sometime and you'll know what I mean. I'd rather skip gossiping like women." the note was to provoke her and she obliged him, making a face. "You look beautiful right now... just out of bed."
He said suddenly and the drop of volume did wonders to his deep set baritone. Another unexpected moment, she thought, looking up into his eyes and he smiled down at her, in a calm which felt like a contradiction to her own tumult of emotions. She wondered if he could hear the beats of her heart which were a pounding in her own ears at his mere words, and as he held her look steady, she wondered further how he managed a poise as firm through an intensity so fierce.
She lowered her eyes, because he wouldn't, and because she couldn't keep it up any longer; he stared at the smile starting to form on her lips. It was like inhaling the fresh mist when a cloud started to descend in the hills, the black of kohl which had been a neat stroke lining her eye the evening before was smudged into indistinction, like a hazy fog which the cloud becomes. He could see evidence of an early morning hour in her face, the work of cosmetics having faded after the night, left behind an unattended raw beauty, the skin on its own to fend its charm was soft and supple with, he could swear, an unusual glow, a lingering scent of sweet sweaty mingling of her perfume, his cologne and the fragrance of the sheets they had shared.
Perhaps he had never imagined he would live to see this morning, perhaps he not envisioned what this morning could be like, perhaps the existence of this moment and its spell had nothing do with thinking at all... He had just never seen her like this before, and he felt a sense of content in knowing he could wake up to mornings for the rest of his days to explore her countenance in leisure for the unpredictability of what new he could discover after a night of sleep. Or perhaps he was content because he was a man in love, his love fulfilled. The smile started with the curling of his lips and widened to reach the corners of his eyes. She raised her eyes again, at this second, and the warmth his smile eluded made her smile back, conscious of nothing no more.
"Only right now?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"...." He raised a brow too lazy to bother with her words, wishing to stay in his trance for a while.
"I look beautiful only right now out of bed?" she quoted him fluttering her eyelashes in mock coyness, her tone was blatantly playful and he frowned.
"What a cliched comback honey! It got close to ruining the moment for me..."
"To a compliment which was declared cliched centuries ago..." she reminded him.
"They must have not known how beautiful my darling can look..."
"Just out of bed...?" she completed for him maintaining her teasing stand, folding her arms across her chest with a smug look.
"Even in bed..." he whispered his words with a casual touch to his intended emphasis. She grit her teeth hoping to fight the rising color in her cheeks which Armaan marveled, was the color of the morning summer sun... perhaps a reflection of the one growing outside?
"I can't believe you just said that. You're not the Armaan Malik I've known all these years."
"Yes honey, I'm the Armaan Malik you did NOT know all these years."
"Goodness! Did you join some 'get bold and romantic' crash course?"
"... erm... nope..." he said as if the idea was a weird suggestion, "Do things like that exist?" She smacked her forehead in exasperration and he chuckled.
"Why do I look beautiful only in or out of bed? What about the rest of the day?"
"Thats a hard one now." he stated faking a grim appreciation at having him cornered and she dared him with a warning look. "You're the only woman I've seen in or out of bed." he went on in a serious tone and she contemplated upon his candid confession with satisfaction, "For the other hours of the day... you have significant competition."
Ridhima took some seconds before she narrowed her eyes at him. Armaan, held back with a constrain he had not known himself to possess, from cuddling and kissing her right away.
"Right!" She hissed writhing within his hold which remained easily stronger than her attempt to break free. She gave up and said, "I never stopped you from checking your options with them others in competition 'in-and-out-of-bed'..."
"Oh no! You definitely don't want anything that sort honey..."
"You think I'm scared you'd find someone better?"
"I think you don't even want to be thinking along those lines," he remained annoyingly unabashed by her indications.
"Like you care about what I want... " she retorted rolling her eyes. Ridhima, he thought almost sighing, my love, in anger you're a sight I never want to miss.
"You don't believe that sweetheart," he corrected her fighting to keep the amusement out of his voice.
"Why don't you make up your mind once and for all Dr. Armaan Malik?" she said finally, the agitation no secret. Not that any of this was serious conflict, but, she mused, couldn't he be nice to her this one morning? Like just simply nice?
"I did," he replied solemn as if he'd read her mind, "Last night... when we got married, Dr. Ridhima Armaan Malik."
He said each of the last three words with deliberation. And every bit of her agitation flew out of the window like it had never been. To be replaced by something in her heart which wanted to stop, leap out and dance around crazy. The sound of her name with his was like a pleasant melody. She was yet to get used to it, and so, the night before her wedding, with the henna dark and unwashed but dry and chipping slightly, she had sat on her desk until the wee hours of the morning, scribbling the name with variation in strokes on a register of crisp empty pages.
The groom and bride were to not see each other for an auspicious subsequent wedlock and in playing hard with him she had told him they would interact in anyway only when they faced each other for the vows. He had kept the honor of her word, much to her chagrin, and unable to bite back on the condition she had enforced, she had submitted to it herself. With an old picture of them, hence, from one of her birthdays, she had spent her time deciding the appearance of her new name, on paper. A long night of introspection and anticipation.
She came out of her chain of thoughts when she felt his lips, press upon her forehead, gently. And raised her eyes up to his. Soulful and earnest.
"I love you..." she said a second time.
"Ridhima..." he whispered and tipped her chin to raise her face higher. She heard a deep throat grunt of passion and his voice was raspy so inaudibly that she thought she knew his next words only cause she could feel his lips brush over her own as he spoke them...
"I love you too darling... "
And he kissed her full on the mouth possessively, his fingers caressing the throbbing pulse along the side of her neck aroused in her an ecstatic frenzy. She wrapped her arms around his neck unknowingly rising to her toes as she deepened the lip lock. Emotions riding high he lifted her petite frame in a swift move, lowered her only when he sensed the edge of the bed, upon it... and himself upon her. She snuggled into his chest with a low moan seeking the proximity to stay and grow as he loved her, to his heart's content...
Armaan had a warm settling feeling deep inside. Only a week ago they had completed residency. A week later, last night they had tied the knot. The week ahead they were off from work for their honeymoon. And today, he mused, his last fading thought, was the first day for the rest of their lives...
... to you, nijaL :)... an ode (belated) to us, and the wonderful day we spent...
just this random yet another night conversation, where she told me i had to do an AR exclusive piece at least one time with NO ONE ELSE... i told her it wont happen... on second thoughts just maybe, a one shot... i can't do nothing with just those two, right??? (just fyi nij, when you said you saw other names before even reading the one shot i was already in half minds concluding i would be licked for yet another NOT exclusive AR :D thankfully... na-uh!)
anyways, then Madz with her fab summer love contest had the thread up, and i can't think of another time after perfect imperfection when i wrote something so swiftly in just a go with nothing to look back at and edit... at least for time 1... i did edit some tit bits before finally sumitting it to the contest :D ... and posting the draft exactly as it was on the contest thread here now, for all those who may have missed it there and might just be interested to give it a read anyways (yeh yeh, my optimism with silent readers is impossible to snub :D ... )
finally, if someone reading this stuff is not drugged to a slumber, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for all the votes and love... i wont say i was trying any harder than usual to make it sound anything unlike me, even hough the whole set up of the scene isn't my usual... but somehow i didn't think SO many of you would guess it in the blinking of an eye :) lovya all, you guys make writing worth all its effort!!
hugz and much love,
nj :)
~ At Dawn~
"...Morning!..." he spoke, a husky whisper which tickled her ear.
Even though the whole process of respiration, she knew, without the basics of her profession, worked itself higher up in the chest, had she not with him experienced unbelievable anatomy exceptions? Like right now, when her breath hitched somewhere in the pit of her stomach as his arms snug around her waist from behind and she felt the distinctly chiseled lines of his bare torso, against the soft veil of cotton she had slipped on before sliding off the bed.
He inhaled deeply into her hair, his grip becoming comfortably tight in the process, and felt her relax her back upon his chest after the first few seconds. And smiled. And both of them stood against the cool glass of the window which overlooked the city from a height and a distance. The sky was colored in shades of the rear of the night, black-blue and violet-grey with contrasting streaks of pink sneaking in, at the inception of dawn.
"Armaan?"
"Hmmm... "
"Why did we wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"I... usually sleep on the wrong side..." She raised an eye without turning to face him.
"Yeh?" and felt him shrug against her back in affirmation.
"Just a random habit I picked up in freshman year." he explained, "My room in the West Hall was on level three and my bed accordingly west facing, I slept the wrong side so I could wake up to the sight of dawn each morning."
She smiled absent mindedly. That he was thoughtful and an individual of depth she had always known, but every little detail of the man she loved was exhilarating and precious. Like the sensation of the stray thumb he was rubbing upon one of her wrists right now.
"How did I not hear about this during pre-med?" she quipped, cocking an eye. Armaan chuckled.
"You mean you were trying to come to terms with my sleeping habits from way back then?"
"I was trying to come to terms with plenty Dr. Malik, but you refused to let a girl invade your life," she informed him with the slight turn of her head towards him and he looked back visibly sheepish. Then unexpectedly he blew away at the troublesome bang over her eye and her lashes blinked reflexively as if shying away. Armaan grinned cheekily.
"Realllly?" he teased.
"Yeh yeh!... flatter youself all you want. Everyone has a right to humor their egos!"
This time he broke out laughing, then turning her around in an affectionate embrace he fixed that stubborn strand firmly behind her ear and gave her a casual peck at the start of her long nape just below the chin. She felt a slight shiver to the tip of her spine. It was this element of his love she thought she would never get accustomed enough to, his gestures were at moments so unexpected, yet so simple and spontaneous that they seemed the most obvious things for her to have expected from him in exactly the moment they graced.
"I love you," she mumbled snuggling closer into him and they stood looking out at the blooming day in this early summer week. "So how did I not know about ths habit before?"
"There's nothing distracting you from topics is there?"
"Scared I might unravel some dark secret Doc?" she took her turn to tease him back and he gave her a thoughtful look.
"Maybe..." and she elbowed him in the ribs lightly at his jesting tone a second later.
"Oowww!" he muttered in obvious reflex. "What's so exciting about it anyways?"
"Well, I mean...its not a usual habit, and the reason even more unusual. I'm just surprised I never heard a mention of it. Not even from Abhi..." Armaan shocked her with another hearty laugh.
"Abhimanyu Modi!" he exclaimed like the name held a latent joke, shaking his head. "I hope that wasn't the dark secret you suspected me of sweetheart." Ridhima rolled her eyes with a wry grin at his mundane intrepretation.
Abhi had been married to Nikki for over a year now.
Nikki was Ridhima's friend from an age where she could not have spelled the word right.
Abhi was Armaan's mate from high school onwards.
Armaan was the intellectual introvert who had drawn feelings from a much in contrast bubbly Ridhima who's fascination for this different guy had fast become attraction and further flourished into a ripe emotion one of its kind.
And it was in the process of bringing the latter pair closer, that the cupid had made its miracle strike between the former two who to begin with had been at loggerheads in the politest of terms. And all this activity had marked their years of undergrad together.
"Anyways," he continued and Ridhima listened attentively, "It wasn't exactly in Modi's best interests to be rattling off about sleeping habits in public." Armaan concluded with an amused faraway look. Her hold around his waist relaxed as she pulled back from the embrace slightly to look at him, intrigued, and he looked right back at her.
"What do you mean?" she asked him and he grinned at look of curiosity on her face like a young teen not wanting to be left out of a secret. Tugging his hold around her shoulder in a half hug he kissed her nose happily and said looking into her eyes,
"Why don't you ask Nikki sometime and you'll know what I mean. I'd rather skip gossiping like women." the note was to provoke her and she obliged him, making a face. "You look beautiful right now... just out of bed."
He said suddenly and the drop of volume did wonders to his deep set baritone. Another unexpected moment, she thought, looking up into his eyes and he smiled down at her, in a calm which felt like a contradiction to her own tumult of emotions. She wondered if he could hear the beats of her heart which were a pounding in her own ears at his mere words, and as he held her look steady, she wondered further how he managed a poise as firm through an intensity so fierce.
She lowered her eyes, because he wouldn't, and because she couldn't keep it up any longer; he stared at the smile starting to form on her lips. It was like inhaling the fresh mist when a cloud started to descend in the hills, the black of kohl which had been a neat stroke lining her eye the evening before was smudged into indistinction, like a hazy fog which the cloud becomes. He could see evidence of an early morning hour in her face, the work of cosmetics having faded after the night, left behind an unattended raw beauty, the skin on its own to fend its charm was soft and supple with, he could swear, an unusual glow, a lingering scent of sweet sweaty mingling of her perfume, his cologne and the fragrance of the sheets they had shared.
Perhaps he had never imagined he would live to see this morning, perhaps he not envisioned what this morning could be like, perhaps the existence of this moment and its spell had nothing do with thinking at all... He had just never seen her like this before, and he felt a sense of content in knowing he could wake up to mornings for the rest of his days to explore her countenance in leisure for the unpredictability of what new he could discover after a night of sleep. Or perhaps he was content because he was a man in love, his love fulfilled. The smile started with the curling of his lips and widened to reach the corners of his eyes. She raised her eyes again, at this second, and the warmth his smile eluded made her smile back, conscious of nothing no more.
"Only right now?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"...." He raised a brow too lazy to bother with her words, wishing to stay in his trance for a while.
"I look beautiful only right now out of bed?" she quoted him fluttering her eyelashes in mock coyness, her tone was blatantly playful and he frowned.
"What a cliched comback honey! It got close to ruining the moment for me..."
"To a compliment which was declared cliched centuries ago..." she reminded him.
"They must have not known how beautiful my darling can look..."
"Just out of bed...?" she completed for him maintaining her teasing stand, folding her arms across her chest with a smug look.
"Even in bed..." he whispered his words with a casual touch to his intended emphasis. She grit her teeth hoping to fight the rising color in her cheeks which Armaan marveled, was the color of the morning summer sun... perhaps a reflection of the one growing outside?
"I can't believe you just said that. You're not the Armaan Malik I've known all these years."
"Yes honey, I'm the Armaan Malik you did NOT know all these years."
"Goodness! Did you join some 'get bold and romantic' crash course?"
"... erm... nope..." he said as if the idea was a weird suggestion, "Do things like that exist?" She smacked her forehead in exasperration and he chuckled.
"Why do I look beautiful only in or out of bed? What about the rest of the day?"
"Thats a hard one now." he stated faking a grim appreciation at having him cornered and she dared him with a warning look. "You're the only woman I've seen in or out of bed." he went on in a serious tone and she contemplated upon his candid confession with satisfaction, "For the other hours of the day... you have significant competition."
Ridhima took some seconds before she narrowed her eyes at him. Armaan, held back with a constrain he had not known himself to possess, from cuddling and kissing her right away.
"Right!" She hissed writhing within his hold which remained easily stronger than her attempt to break free. She gave up and said, "I never stopped you from checking your options with them others in competition 'in-and-out-of-bed'..."
"Oh no! You definitely don't want anything that sort honey..."
"You think I'm scared you'd find someone better?"
"I think you don't even want to be thinking along those lines," he remained annoyingly unabashed by her indications.
"Like you care about what I want... " she retorted rolling her eyes. Ridhima, he thought almost sighing, my love, in anger you're a sight I never want to miss.
"You don't believe that sweetheart," he corrected her fighting to keep the amusement out of his voice.
"Why don't you make up your mind once and for all Dr. Armaan Malik?" she said finally, the agitation no secret. Not that any of this was serious conflict, but, she mused, couldn't he be nice to her this one morning? Like just simply nice?
"I did," he replied solemn as if he'd read her mind, "Last night... when we got married, Dr. Ridhima Armaan Malik."
He said each of the last three words with deliberation. And every bit of her agitation flew out of the window like it had never been. To be replaced by something in her heart which wanted to stop, leap out and dance around crazy. The sound of her name with his was like a pleasant melody. She was yet to get used to it, and so, the night before her wedding, with the henna dark and unwashed but dry and chipping slightly, she had sat on her desk until the wee hours of the morning, scribbling the name with variation in strokes on a register of crisp empty pages.
The groom and bride were to not see each other for an auspicious subsequent wedlock and in playing hard with him she had told him they would interact in anyway only when they faced each other for the vows. He had kept the honor of her word, much to her chagrin, and unable to bite back on the condition she had enforced, she had submitted to it herself. With an old picture of them, hence, from one of her birthdays, she had spent her time deciding the appearance of her new name, on paper. A long night of introspection and anticipation.
She came out of her chain of thoughts when she felt his lips, press upon her forehead, gently. And raised her eyes up to his. Soulful and earnest.
"I love you..." she said a second time.
"Ridhima..." he whispered and tipped her chin to raise her face higher. She heard a deep throat grunt of passion and his voice was raspy so inaudibly that she thought she knew his next words only cause she could feel his lips brush over her own as he spoke them...
"I love you too darling... "
And he kissed her full on the mouth possessively, his fingers caressing the throbbing pulse along the side of her neck aroused in her an ecstatic frenzy. She wrapped her arms around his neck unknowingly rising to her toes as she deepened the lip lock. Emotions riding high he lifted her petite frame in a swift move, lowered her only when he sensed the edge of the bed, upon it... and himself upon her. She snuggled into his chest with a low moan seeking the proximity to stay and grow as he loved her, to his heart's content...
Armaan had a warm settling feeling deep inside. Only a week ago they had completed residency. A week later, last night they had tied the knot. The week ahead they were off from work for their honeymoon. And today, he mused, his last fading thought, was the first day for the rest of their lives...
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