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I shivered as I felt the freezing air around me causing goosebumps on my skin. I hugged Armaan tighter, and felt his grip around me tighten. But even his warmth wasn't enough to drive away the cold this time.
Moreover, I felt my throat going dry, and I felt my sleep leave me as I felt it in terrible pain.
I moaned in pain, and I realized even with my mouth shut I couldn't keep the pain at bay. I opened my eyes and looked at everything around me, and wondered why I was feeling so cold when I was covered with a cozy, warm duvet, and Armaan's arms. Not being able to speak, I shook him, trying to get him to wake up. He awoke with a start, and I was surprised how for the very first time he had managed to wake up without me nagging him crazy.
"Riddhima, what, what happened? Does your leg hurt?" He asked, extremely alert and concerned.
"No.. I'm cold, and my head hurts.." I complained wearily, and groaned at the pain in my throat as I spoke every word. Even my voice was croaky and weird. I sighed and put my head back on his chest, feeling weak and exhausted.
"What? Munchkin.." He made me lie down flat on my back while I struggled to remain in his hold. "One second, hun, your forehead's burning.." He sighed, and even in the dark, I saw a flicker of worry in his eyes. "You're running a fever'" He whispered worriedly.
"Yay! I love fever!" I said croakily. "I could do without the sour throat though.." My voice came out dry.
"Shut up Munchkin.. Don't talk, it will hurt more.. I'll go get you some meds, and I'll have to make sure they can be taken with your other meds.. I hate when you do this to yourself.." He scolded me gently, and sat up.
"No don't go'" I groaned, trying to pull him back. "I'm really cold'" I pouted, and saw him smile. He leaned in and kissed my forehead.
"Here!" He got up and put another duvet over me, and I scowled at him. "I'll go and get you some thing for that throat and that fever!" He declared.
"And the headache!" I reminded him, as he left the room. I looked around me, and tried to find something to engage me, now that sleep was miles away. Maybe a good book. Looking around, I tried to fish for the book that was my current obsession - An Offer You Can't Refuse. The protagonist reminded me of Armaan, and it had me hooked. But I looked at all my books strewn on the floor; I had thrown all of them at my beloved's head.
Too bored and injured and ill to get up and get it, I looked around for something else, maybe watch some TV, but even the remote was on the floor. Armaan would kill me once his attention went to the floor; not because he was very tidy, but because he would have to clean it all up. Oh, who cares, I got to sit and relax, and he would have to pamper me. And now since I had fever, all the better, I grinned mischievously. But knowing him, I wouldn't have to ask to be pampered, he would do that anyway.
I saw his iPhone lying next to me, and figured I could pass my time playing Angry Birds. I frowned when I saw his notes app open already as soon as I pressed the start button. The folder was named Personal. Intrigued, I decided to have a peep but scowled when it asked for a password. He was terrible at remembering passwords, and I knew because he would ask me the password to his Skype and Facebook accounts, which had both been made by me. I had kept his password simple and easy to remember - Munchkin. Trying my luck, I typed Munchkin and grinned when his notes opened. There were so many of them, my jaw dropped. And to think this dude had thought the iPhone was a waste of time and money (He had wanted a BlackBerry, but I had insisted on an iPhone - it was heaps cooler!). My spy glasses on, I found my bedtime time pass, but jumped when I heard Armaan's voice.
"What're you doing?" He asked suspiciously walking towards the bed.
"Nothing, playing Angry Birds!" I grinned, and quickly switched off the application. I couldn't be caught reading his stuff; especially after giving him a hard time about reading my personal journal. And now, I couldn't blame him for that either, because I knew what it felt like to have your curiosity tested like that. It killed. But I would read it, I knew exactly where it was.
"Okayy'" He muttered suspiciously and handed me a glass of water and 3 tablets.
"I'm not having so many, look how big they are!" I complained, my voice breaking.
"So? Riddhima, have them, you need them, they're antibiotics, they'll help. I'll have to check your temperature first though'" He prodded to open my mouth and I felt like a kid as he stuck the tip between my tongue and teeth. For the first time I felt like a 5-year-old.
"Shit. 102'" He examined the notings and sighed worriedly. I smiled; I loved it when he got worried about me. It was one of those things - when you feel special and important when someone fusses about you, gets worried for you, protects you and is possessive for you. In fact, I always complained when Armaan would over-do all those things, but deep down, I had to admit that I loved being pampered that way. "Why is this happening to you?" He said concerned, stroking my cheeks.
"Uh' Because I was deprived of my normal quota of love, hugs and kisses' A girl needs her strength to cope with such stuff.." I shook my head in disapproval, with my croaky voice heavier because of the cold and my filled nose, which I was sure was as red as Rudolph's by now. I saw Armaan roll his eyes, and sit next to me on the bed, pulling me towards him, his arms around my waist.
"You know you're a C-grade Drama Queen?" He whispered in my ear, as he kissed me there, while I happily relaxed, resting my back against his frame while he took support of the bedpost.
"Yeah, so I've been told.." I nodded understandingly. I saw him smile widely , and leaning in, he captured my lips in soft kiss. I drove my hand around him and through his hair, pushing him forward, but he pulled back..For a minute, I feared he was back to his discomfort and trouble of keeping control.
"We can continue this later, but for now, have your meds.. C'mon.." He gave me them and I scowled.
"You know, I'm sure this will work just fine!" I said, referring to his kiss. He smirked.
"Oh it definitely will, but you know the meds will just speeden up the effects. C'mon.." He cajoled me. Like I was a baby. I hated that. But I loved it, too.
"But they're so huge, they'll get stuck in my throat!" I argued, shoving them back in his hand.
"What are you, a baby?" He ridiculed.
"Yep! Yours'!" I said happily.
"I know, but please just have your medicines and stop behaving like a child!" He said sternly.
"And you stop behaving like my doctor!" I scowled.
"I am your doctor!" He said incredulously.
"No you're not! Its that stupid William Devil! Cruella Devil's brother! Or son.. How old do you think Cruella Devil is?" I choked out.
"He's your othopedic, and not your doctor, and have some respect he's a good 20 years older to you!" He reprimanded.
"Oh yeah, where was your respect when you were rude to Mrs. Chaddha today?" I smirked.
"That was different, her daughter put you in danger!" He said icily. I thought it best to divert him from the topic.
"Whatever, stop behaving like my doctor okay?" I scowled.
"I am your doctor, William's your orthopedic, but I'm your doctor!" He argued.
"Jealous much?" I smirked. I saw him glare at me, and I knew I was crossing his tolerance level.
"Have your medicines. Now." He said calmly, but strictly.
"Fine, Dad!" I rolled my eyes and saw him pass me a murderous look. "Of my unborn children!" I said immediately and he rolled his eyes.
"Being sick definitely makes you crazy!" He rolled his eyes. I just smiled widely at him, which made him smile and give me a small peck. "Now enough, back to bed." He ordered.
"Uhhh!" I whined and flailed my hands about as me made me lie down, indicating that I wanted to hug him tight and sleep.
"Its like I'm a 5-year-old's favorite teddy bear." Armaan said in a monotone. "Go to bed, there's something I need to do'" He murmured.
"What?" I asked, and was horrified at how frog-like my voice sounded.
"Go to bed Riddhima. Now. Enough of your playing around okay, you've done enough for a day.." He snapped and I stuck my tongue out when he left the room after practically pushing me into the bed. But I didn't sleep.
A few minutes later, I saw him walk in with a tray which contained a big bowl and a couple of napkins next to them.
"You're still not asleep." He stated, like I didn't know that.
"You weren't there." I scowled.
"Okay, I'm here now, go to sleep okay?" He said softly, sitting next to me. I placed my head on his lap, and felt him place wet, freezing cold napkins on my head.
"What're you doing?" I asked, opening my eyes.
"Going old school. I have to get your fever down, I've put you through enough trauma already.." He said lovingly, and I could tell he was still guilty. "I'm so sorry Munchkin.." He murmured. I just hugged him tight, and shut my eyes. It was too soon to say 'Its okay', because it obviously wasn't. But that didn't mean I was pissed off. Just hurt.
He continued placing the napkins on my head, whilst I kept staring up at him, until I finally felt sleep take over me.
"I am not taking an injection." I said indignantly, looking daggers at Dr. Devil. I knew it was a bad idea to show up for the godforsaken check-up in the hospital. Armaan had taken leave off work for the day and had brought me here, to torture me more.
"Riddhima." Armaan held my hand, and whispered in my ear. "Stop creating a scene." He said sternly. I glared at him; he glared back.
"Its necessary you take this test." Dr. Devil said calmly.
"Its necessary I throttle you to death'" I said under my breath.
"I'll just be right back.." He whispered, and left the room, leaving Armaan and me alone.
"Could you please stop with your fascinating display of baby behavior?" Armaan ridiculed. I scowled. "Stop embarrassing me and do as you're told. God!" He raised his voice.
"I embarrass you?" I said in disbelief.
"When you behave this way!" Armaan gritted his teeth. "I'm not your parent, but I definitely feel like one right now.. I should probably give your Dad a call, see what he has to say about your whiney behavior!" He threatened.
"Well, then leave if I'm embarrassing you so much.. I didn't ask for this anyway!" I argued. It was already a task talking at the moment, what with my throat killing me, and to top it all, here I was with my fiance telling me he felt like my parent?!
"I would oblige sweetheart, if only you hadn't broken your leg!" Armaan said irritably. I refused to retort. Silent treatment would do the trick this time; it always worked with him. It would be enough to make him repent and grovel at my feet.
I saw Dr. William enter the room again, this time holding a syringe in his hand. I could almost hear his evil laugh in my head saying, 'Muahaha, come to Daddy!'. I winced as he filled the syringe. I was sure whatever it was, it would kill me. I held Armaan hand tight.
"I didn't know you were so afraid of syringes.." Armaan murmured softly.
"I'm afraid of anything related to the words hospitals and medicine." I sighed. "And how would you know, I've never been in a more horrifying situation than this before." I rolled my eyes. "It isn't something I'm proud of." I said in a small voice. But this was one secret no one except my parents knew; syringes were the only things I would be remotely afraid of, ever since the time I used to have vaccinations being stuck up my ass. At that time I used to get a chocolate from the doctor after every session. But as I grew older, the doctors just began taking me for granted, and the chocolates stopped. My fear, in fact, was so intense, my parents would use it against me to get me to do things I didn't like - like drinking milk, or having pathetic food. And I like a nave child would buy that story; until I was a good 10 years old.
"I'm here, don't be so afraid okay?" I heard Armaan say and broke out of my reverie. I looked at him and smiled faintly, feeling nauseous all over again.
"Could you put your hand forward?" Dr. William said formally. I feebly nodded, in disdain, and shut my eyes tight. You're doomed Munchkin, I thought miserably.
"Uh.. Dr'" I opened one eye when I heard Armaan. I looked at him helplessly. "Would you mind, if I did that'?" He indicated towards the syringe and my heart leapt. I looked at Dr. William who looked like he had been hit by a truck - the man really left no stone unturned in annoying me. "Please. I don't quiet like to see her so distraught, and anyway, I'm a doctor so there's no going against the procedure." Armaan said, and I could sense the determinate protection in his voice. I smiled up at him as he took the syringe from Satan's hand.
"Be careful." I whispered, not being able to help myself.
"Just close your eyes, and think about someone you love." He smiled suggestively. "I promise I won't hurt you, okay? Trust me.." He murmured softly, his voice dripping with love and care. I chewed on my lower lip, took a deep breath and shut my eyes, and followed his advice - thought of him; I knew exactly what he meant by 'think of someone you love', the prat would never admit it was him. I smiled thinking of how crazy he was. And he was all mine.. You know how when you were little, you would think of that special someone, that special someone who you could go out with when your friends ditch you for their dates, that special someone who would be there no matter what, that special someone who would come into your life and you would realize it was that it was worth waiting for him but at the same time, it was pointless to continue looking for more? Armaan was that special someone for me. And he would remain that way for eternity, no matter what. I frowned. What I just thought was almost poetic; I had to add that to our wedding vows, I thought gleefully. I knew it was a long time for that, but hey, I'm a girl, even I fantasize about my dream wedding! I wish I had a pen and a paper...
"Done!" Armaan declared and I opened my eyes surprised.
"Done?" I asked in wonder. I checked my arm and saw the spot now covered with a little piece of white paper-something. "How didn't I feel anything?" I asked, amazed.
"Because you were thinking about me?" He smirked, and replied smartly.
"Whatever!" I rolled my eyes. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't prove him wrong.. He's the mind reader anyway!
"Ta da!" Armaan the chef entered my room, wearing a white holiday cap instead of a chef's hat, holding a huge tray in his hand.
"Armaan, you've entered my room saying 'ta-da' for the sixth time now, and seriously after the second time, it wasn't even funny." I said nonchalantly, switching the channel after glancing at his goofy smile for a brief second.
"I see you're in a pleasant mood." He said sarcastically, while I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, I made you soup, it'll do good for that throat.. And you have to take your meds.." He kissed my forehead, and placed the tray on my lap.
"What soup is this?" I asked curiously.
"Uhh' Mixed vegetable." He smiled. I knew that smile. It meant he was lying.
"Doesn't look like mixed vegetable." I said suspiciously.
"Fine! Its chicken.." He said grumpily.
"Armaan I'm vegetarian." I reminded him.
"I know you are, but this is real good for you.." He argued.
"Armaan stop trying to make me eat meat, I ain't going to budge. After 4 years, you would think you'd have learnt its impossible." I rolled my eyes.
"Worth a try!" He shrugged. But it was true. He had been trying to get me to eat meat since the time I had arrived in Cali. Obviously he hadn't succeeded. According to him, meat was the only food, and he pitied people who lived on veggies. But the battle always continued, and to call it truce, we had decided he would be in charge of cooking all the meat, and me for all the vegetarian dishes!
"Here's your disgusting tomato soup!" He picked up the chicken soup and gave me another bowl.
"Thank you!" I smiled at him and pulled his cheek, and saw him clench his fists. Ah, I loved getting on his nerves. "Oi! Don't forget, you've got to hit the laundry and pick up our dry-cleaning, and I'll have to check what grocery's to buy, you'll have to get that too..and is the house clean, because you'll have to do that too if not!" I counted his tasks-to-do on my fingers and looked up at him.
"The house is clean, and just as a reminder.." He shoved his left hand in my face. "Fiance. Not slave, fiance."
"Shut up.. You'll have to do all of this, I'm incapable of doing anything except wasting my time in bed.. Speaking of which, could you give me the phone, I need to call Will, call in sick!" I looked around for my cell phone.
"Isn't he your boss? Shouldn't he be Mr. Fern for you?" Armaan muttered. I smirked.
"Will.." I said pointedly. "..doesn't like formalities'" I rolled my tongue in my mouth as Armaan fumed.
"Uh-huh! Bet he'll miss you for the next few weeks!" He muttered angrily.
"I bet many people won't'" I sighed, as I remembered Mindy, and the rest.
"What'd you mean?" Armaan frowned.
"Oh, you know.. Everyone hated the office-s**t, so no one's going to miss me there.." I shrugged sadly. Armaan's frown deepened.
"What are you on about.. Why would people call you that..?" Armaan sat next to me and held me, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"Oh, nothing, work stuff'" I sniffed because of the cold and smiled. "Not like I care!" I shrugged. It was partly true.. Now I had Armaan back to his loving self, nothing else mattered.
"Are you still mad at me?" Armaan whispered sadly. "Please tell me, Riddhima, I swear I'll never do it again!" He said earnestly.
"Armaan, are you crazy, its just not a big deal, nothing to do with you.. And okay, if you want me to bum you out then listen'" I rolled my eyes, and in a gist, told him all that had transpired at work the previous week.
"What? The nerve of that guy!?!" Armaan exclaimed.
"What? Armaan, Will's not done anything!" I said incredulously.
"He spoilt your name.. Why would he go and tell that mindless chick about him asking you out.. If he doesn't keep his dist-"
"Armaan stop over-reacting! And fine, he may have been the culprit in spreading it, but he said it as a joke.. Or something like that.. I don't know.. And frankly, I don't even care!" I said nonchalantly. I wish I felt the same way though.. I was unmindful of them now, but not completely oblivious.
"How can you not care? And I'm not your work people, so you can stop pretending!" He muttered. I sighed. "Why didn't you tell me, and when did this happen, anyway?" He frowned.
"How was I to tell you, you wouldn't even talk to me.. And this happened the day you snapped at me for watching P.S. I Love You' " I said sadly.
"Oh!" His mouth shaped in a round O, he shut up. "So it wasn't the movie because of which you were crying?" He asked sheepishly. I shook my head.
"The movie was just a trigger.. You know, pent up emotions, feelings, disastrous day, the movie just added to it.." I chuckled. But I knew Armaan could tell the laugh was fake. "Maybe not the fiance, but I definitely needed my best friend that day.." I smiled at him, and saw his guilt-laden face.
He didn't say anything, just with a gentle push, kissed me, and in that one kiss, he poured out all his 'Sorry's, and his love..
"Didn't you miss me at all?" I asked as we pulled out for air.
"No.. You never were away from me.. You wouldn't leave my mind for a second to realize that you weren't actually with me, how could I have missed you?" He smiled making me smile at his cheesiness. "I'm sooo sorry Munchkin, your Peanuts is soo sorry!" He cupped my face and hit my forehead with his own.
I nodded and smiled reassuringly in return.
"You know, I have something to do, one sec!" He muttered and pulled out his phone. I looked at him expectantly.
"Hey John!" He exclaimed, and I raised an eyebrow. John was his mentor; what was he doing? "Yeah.. She's.. Uh.. Actually she's not at all okay, man.. That injury was really serious, and to top it all, she's even down with the flu, so she really needs me here with her right now.." My jaw dropped as he blatantly lied. Okay, maybe not blatantly, but my fracture wasn't all that serious, and nor was my flu. In fact, except for a really bad cold and throat, it was almost gone. "Yea.. So I was wondering.. Could I get like a week or so off?" Armaan crossed his fingers, and my eyes widened. This was the first month of his internship, what in the world was he doing? "Thanks John, I promise I'll cover up the rotations! Thank man!" Armaan grinned and cut the call after bidding him a goodbye.
"Say WHAT?" I exclaimed. He grinned and nuzzled in my hair.
"I'm going to spend every moment of this week with you, and going to make up for every stupid thing I've done in this past month'"
"Really? A week's too less then, ask for a year or two!" I teased.
"Oh, believe you me, this week will be enough!" He smirked. I raised an eyebrow sardonically, but I couldn't deny the excitement bubbling in my heart...
Day 1:-
"Armaan, where the hell are you?" I yelled into the phone as soon as he picked up. He had left me home for a good two hours, and I was still lying on the bed, completely incapable of doing anything besides watching TV, reading and staring into space. And although I had the crutches right next to me, it was the mere fact that I was lazy that I was bored.
"I'm coming Munchkin!" Armaan sighed. "You were the one who handed me like a huge list of groceries which consisted of like a million things!" He argued.
"The grocery's right down the street, were you making the grocery on your own for the 2 hours you were away?" I said irritably. "I'm bored!" I grumbled.
"What am I, a clown?" He retorted. "And I'm just coming back okay, can you wait?" He said exasperated.
"I need you, now!" I demanded, and I frowned at how kiddish I sounded. But tantrums were my area of expertise.
"Who the hell spoilt you so much?" I heard him mutter, and my jaw dropped.
"Go to hell!" I screamed into the phone, and hung up before he could complete his, 'Munchkin!'.
I cuddled up in my duvet, as soon as I heard him enter the house noisily. I covered up my face to full length, to let him know I was angry.
"Riddhima have your medicines!" I heard him order. Not a hi, not a greeting, no sweet nothings. Just an order.
"Go away!" I mumbled from through the duvet.
"And there begins the queen's ultimate drama!" He said sardonically.
"You call me spoilt, I'll prove I am!" I retorted.
"You don't need to, the world knows you are. Now get out of there and before I start getting angry, have your medicines. I'm not going to cajole you every second!" He said sternly. And I knew I was testing his patience.
Grumbling, I removed my head from the duvet and stared up at him. I frowned when I found no medicines in my vicinity. I looked back at him to see him smiling like a goof. A creepy goof.
"Where are the medicines?" I asked uncertainly.
"Here!" He said happily, and held up a huge paper bag. I looked at him confused.
"Weren't the medicines big enough already that you've bought me even bigger ones now?" I muttered sarcastically. He rolled his eyes.
He made me scoot on the bed and sat next to me, keeping the bag on my lap. Curiosity gripping me, I peeped inside and heart leapt in joy.
"Oh My God, Harry Potter 7!" I yelled happily, as my favorite movie's picture greeted me right on top. Emptying the entire bag on my lap, I was sure my eyes would jump out of their sockets any moment. "And Friends, and oh my god, P.S. I Love You! That was the only favorite missing from my collection!" I yelped in glee, clapping my hands. I looked at Armaan who was just having a small smile playing on his lips. "What is all this?" I asked uncertainly, but my smile wouldn't leave my face.
"Well I figured, that the only way I was going to survive your tantrums and mood swings was this!" He shrugged, but I could see right through his attempts at nonchalance. Smiling widely, I turned towards him and pulling his face close to mine, kissed him softly. Pulling out, I rubbed my nose against his once and muttered a small 'Thank you!'.
"Not just yet!" He murmured. A frown had just begun to make its way on my forehead, when he picked me up in one strong leap, and before I knew it, he was taking us out towards the living room. My eyes widened at the sight in front of me.
"We're watching all of this on the projector?" I asked incredulously.
"Yep!" Armaan kissed my head, while I jumped in his arms, hugging him tight. "Our personal movie marathon! How does that sound?" He nuzzled my hair, and all I could do was giggle like a teenager.
"So you had gone home to get this, and buy me the movies?" I asked surprised. He nodded his head. Cupping his face, I kissed his forehead, as his smile widened.
"So I take you like the surprise right?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Love it!" I said excitedly. "So this is your way of passing 7 days with me?" I asked, smiling.
"Are you crazy? Of course not!" He scoffed.
"There's more?" I asked surprised.
"I know I'm not exactly romantic, but you'll be surprised at just how I can prove you wrong!" He said proudly.
"You've proven me wrong a couple of times!" I said thoughtfully, as I was reminded of that amazing date he had planned for me on the beach. "But, how?" I asked, voicing my doubts. "You always thought romance was for books and movies. How come the sudden inclination to be romantic?" I wiggled my eyebrows. He grinned and kissed my forehead.
"You bring out the best in me!" He said softly, and I smiled, poking his dimples as they deepened. How they could drive me crazy. And they were all mine, I gloated.
"So you find this insane dude hot?" Armaan muttered as I peacefully watched P.S. I Love You in his arms.
"He is. And don't call him insane, he's such a sweet husband, making sure his wife's not left alone!" I nudged him with my elbow.
"He's creepy man. Imagine getting letters from a person from beyond his grave. Honestly, would you want me to do something tha-"
"Don't you dare!" I exclaimed, suddenly alarmed. "Not to sound cheesy or anything, but please just don't talk about stuff like this okay?" I paused the movie, suddenly losing all interest in it. "You know what, let's watch something else.. Not really in the mood to watch this.." I mumbled in a small voice.
"Munchkin, I-"
"Armaan, please.. Just let's watch something else."
"Riddhima-"
"I don't want to talk about it." I stated, and respecting my space, he didn't probe me any further. Needless to say, we didn't finish more than half of my favorite movie.
"Uh.. What do you wanna watch?" He asked uncertainly.
"I dunno.. Let's watch a horror movie, I haven't seen one in a while." I shrugged. I didn't care what we saw. But I didn't want to bum Armaan out, especially when he was trying so hard to cheer me up.
"Horror movie? Out of everything I bought, you want to watch that?" Armaan asked me incredulously.
"I thought it was my choice!" I muttered indignantly.
"Fine! Fine! Horror movie it is, whatever makes you happy. How scary stuff cheers you up though, is out of my league!" He surrendered and I half smiled. After I picked out Paranormal Activity, he dragged his feet to the player to insert the CD. I frowned when I heard a beeping noise coming from somewhere. And I knew that beep very well.
"Uh oh!" Armaan muttered and scattered to fine his pager. "Uh.."
"You need to go?" I asked wistfully. And to think he had asked for a week's leave just a few hours ago.
"Umm.. John just paged me to tell me that our patient's relapsed.. And he needs me there'" Armaan looked genuinely dismayed.
"You should go!" I said, with a smile to sound more convincing.
"No, no, I can't do that.. I planned this whole.. Marathon, so we could spend time together.." He said disappointed.
"We will.. Tell you what, you go and attend to your patient, while I watch my movie.. Then you can come back, and we can watch something else! You anyway hate scary movies." I grinned. I couldn't make him stay; I knew that. Duty came first was the first thing I had learnt having been bought up in a house consisting of doctors.
"You sure?" He asked uncertainly. I nodded my head and smiled widely to look convincing.
"Fine! Thanks!" He smiled at me, and giving my hand a light squeeze, he got up to leave.
I frowned at his retreating back. Not even a kiss, I wondered in amazement.
"Here you go!" He came back and dropped a couple of my soft toys and my blanky on the couch.
"What's this for?" I asked, looking up at him.
"I know you think you're the Bandit Queen, but your King here knows that you get scared. So, since I'm not here to' protect you.. I thought this could do the trick 'til I came back!" He winked at me.
"Psht. I don't get scared. That's you, remember?" I teased.
"Really? Is that why you've never seen a single horror movie on your own, even once, while you've been in Cali?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"That's nothing, stop creating things in your head." I lied.
"Well, fine.. Whatever.. If you don't get scared, even so, keep this okay?" He smiled at me, and inching closer to me, kissed my forehead, both my cheeks, the tip of my nose and finally my lips. Smiling I pulled him closer, but sighed when his pager beeped again.
"Oh for the love of God!" I cursed. Armaan chortled and kissed me one last time, before muttering a soft 'I Love You' and left, promising to come back real soon.
But 15 minutes into the movie and it seemed like eternity, as I was already freaking out. And yes, although this was one secret I would have loved to carry to my grave, I was insanely scared of watching horror movies, but only when I was alone. And most of the times, I made sure I watched them with Armaan, because he got scared to such an extent, that he made the whole experience comical rather than frightening. But my clown wasn't here to laugh at, and I was glad he'd left my blanky in my possession.
And to top it all, to prove my bravery, I had challenged Armaan to leave the lights dim, and since I was in no position to get up, I couldn't turn them back on. I jumped out of my skin when my phone buzzed, but sighed in relief when I saw Armaan's name flashing.
"Munchkin-"
"Armaan, come back!" I interrupted as soon as he'd started.
"Riddhima are you okay?" He asked worriedly.
"Yes, I am, but I'm scared." I shivered.
"I knew that!" Armaan sighed. "Open the door, I forgot the house keys, you'll have to get up to let me in!" Armaan mumbled, as my jaw dropped.
"You're here?" I asked confused. "But you've been gone only 15 minutes!" I made a rough estimation and asked him.
"Can you open the door first?" He asked. Sighing, I pulled my crutches, and somehow managing it towards the door without falling and breaking my other leg, lest Armaan decided to kill me after all, I opened the door.
"Wow!" I exclaimed as he picked me up the moment I opened the door. "What're you doing here?"
"Couldn't go.. Told John to handle it on his own.." He sat and pulled me closer onto his lap, as he unpaused the movie.
"You didn't go?" I asked in awe.
"I couldn't. I reached halfway, and I couldn't go further, so I told John you were in a terrible condition and that I had to rush back!" He said proudly.
"Liar." I pulled his cheeks and kissed him once, smiling widely.
"Shall we?" He asked and I nodded. And just like that, it was back to him getting scared and me scaring him more.
"That last piece is mine Armaan, give it here!" I fought for the last piece of pizza left in the box.
"Riddhima you had 4, I have 4, half-half!" He said indignantly.
"You're supposed to be loving me selflessly you know, you prick. Gimme that!" I muttered angrily.
"I think I'm showering you with enough already, this piece is mine." He held the piece up to his mouth and took a bite while my jaw dropped. Not ready to give up, I bit the other end of the pizza, and saw Armaan's eyes widen at what I was going to do. And thus began the race. I moved my mouth at an incredible pace to get maximum of the pizza, while he did the same. I smiled as I realized I was winning, but stopped as I felt our noses touching. Taking the opportunity, he bit into the last piece, and I gasped when he got a little bit of my lip as well.
"Ow! You moron, that hurt!" I licked my lip, as he smacked his own.
"Yummmyyy'.." He grinned with a devilish air. "I want more!" He demanded.
"No way in hell, now let me watch the movie in peace!" I muttered angrily and got back to watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. We had started watching the series right from the beginning, although it was taking a lot of my strength to control Armaan and his restless attempts at stopping the movie; he hated Harry Potter. But his loss, he was the one who'd bought me the 7th movie after all. And I anyway had to watch them all before I saw the final installment. And Armaan was lucky I wasn't making him watch Twilight, he would have definitely gone crazy!
"I'll die if I have to watch this crap for longer!" He rested his head on my shoulder.
"Die then, let me watch." I bit my tongue as soon as I said that. "I didn't mean that!" I said quickly.
"What's gotten into you today.. I knew you were kidding!" Armaan frowned at me. I sighed and diverted my attention back to the movie. "Fine. No questions until you're ready to answer them!" He whispered in my ear, and kissed my cheek once. I smiled, and snuggling closer, held him tight.
And maybe his love was powerful than any other magic, because my anxiety levels had begun to subside, just by being there in his arms. Although my eyes remained glued to the screen, all I kept thinking about, was him. Even when he was right there. And maybe that's what love did; made your whole world revolve around him. I kissed his chest once, and sighed peacefully.
"Armaan you need to change the disk, the movie's over!" I whispered. Getting no response, I looked up to find him sleeping soundly. I fell for him all over again when I saw his small soft smile and his tousled hair falling on his head.
And it struck me - it was the first time that he'd fallen asleep in my arms. Well technically it was me enveloped by him, but for the first time, I had managed to put him to sleep. Or Harry Potter had anyway. But nevertheless, for the very first time, he had fallen asleep before I did, with me in his arms. And I didn't know why, but it mattered. It was special somehow, like one of life's most precious moments. And going by the smile on his face, I knew I was the reason behind his peaceful slumber. And for some uncanny, weird reason, this moment made me feel exceptionally happy and blissful. I put him to sleep. Never mind how boring he found the movie.
Switching off the projector, I smiled and made myself comfortable in his arms. I wished I never had to wake up and step away from his arms - this wonderful place I called my home.
Day 2:-
"Its our problem-free' philosophy' Hakuna Matata!" I sang along loudly, my voice still a little heavy thanks to the cold.
"I can't believe I signed up for this!" Armaan sighed and rested his head on my shoulder. I turned in his hold and glared at him.
"What's so wrong with The Lion King?" I argued. "Its my all time favorite!" I said, offended.
We had gotten up to greet the sun mid-day, and after a lot of cajoling, I had gotten him to complete the Harry Potter series while we finished our late breakfast cum lunch (which he cooked!). After completing the 7th movie's first installment, he had very enthusiastically proclaimed his freedom from boredom, when I had stopped him and requested him one last movie before we called off the movie marathon. 45 minutes later, here we were.
"Nothing's wrong with it, its perfect. Its just that we are not 9 years old anymore.. It was okay when you would make me watch this then Munchkin, but now.. Seriously? How can it still pass as your favorite?" He asked incredulously.
"Its not just a movie for children okay? Its got a good message to it.. And Simba's cute." I added in a monotone.
"I was okay with you liking movies which had cute guys in it, annoyed yes, but I was still okay. But I can't handle you falling for a lion's cub!" He said sardonically. "And coming to the message, exactly what is this message that makes you so'" He scrunched his nose trying to find the right word, while I looked at him daringly, challenging him to continue. "' weird." He finished.
"Well, how about, don't ever be greedy for power like that arse Scarr, be brave and don't run from your responsibilities like Simba did, and moreover, don't Simba and Nala remind you of us?" I asked hopefully, looking at him expectantly.
"Not even remotely. For one, we're humans, and real, not animated lions." He replied sarcastically.
"Haha. So funny. I meant the relationship they share!" I argued. He just rolled his eyes. "Whatever, there's a reason I adore this movie, and always will, so cut me some slack." I stated.
"And what's this reason precisely?" He asked, in mock interest.
"Nothing except that it was the first movie we ever saw together." I smiled softly, and noticed the change in his expressions.
"Seriously?" He asked surprised, and I savored the look of awe on his face.
"Yep!" I said happily, kissing his cheek.
"But.. Wow!" He raised his eyebrows, obviously stumped. "Hang on, I have better memory power, so how in the world do you remember this one?" He frowned.
"I just discovered this a few weeks ago'" I smiled. He looked at me confused. I nodded my head, understanding what I had to do, and placing my hands on his shoulder, I rose up, balancing myself. He held me carefully, realizing what I was doing. Grabbing my crutches, I trotted to my room, and looked around, trying to place it. I found the book lying under my pillow. Trudging towards it, I sat on the bed, and pulled the big, hardcover, blue and pink book out and smiled at it. Carefully hoisting myself up again, I balanced the book in one arm along with one of my crutches and hopped back to the living room, where Armaan was staring at me baffled.
Holding me by the waist, he effortlessly pulled me back on his lap and kept looking at me expectantly.
"Disney's 500 Fairy-Tales?" He asked me and snorted. I smiled at the book on my lap; I knew he would react that way and that why I had always made sure to hide it.
"Yea, Krish gifted it to me when I was 10 years old!" I said sadly. But odd enough, along with the sadness came a strong bout of happiness at knowing how much my brother had loved me. I remembered the b'day well, very well. I had obviously been distraught at leaving Armaan and my other friends behind in Cali, as we had just moved. Krish had been the only who had been able to talk to me about it; I had been too mad at my parents to talk to them anyway. But that was before I understood why we had moved - cancer was an alien word to a 10 year old. And so, Krish had made every attempt at cheering me up, since it was my first b'day away from Armaan, and he knew how I felt. He always knew, I thought. He had gifted me the book of fairy-tales which had all my favorite stories - from the Lion King, to Cinderella, to Beauty & the Beast and Bambi, and we had spent the day reading them all, one by one.
"I'm sorry." Armaan muttered guiltily.
"Its okay, you didn't know!" I smiled at him, and kissed his cheek. "So yea, I opened this book the other day, after years I think.. When I came to Cali, I just grabbed it because it had a part of Krish in it.. But I never dared to open it, because I knew it would make me.. Cry.." I muttered. My voice was heavy still, but for a completely different reason. "But now its okay, you're there, I'm not lonely anymore.." I braved a smile, but I knew Armaan wasn't buying it. I needed to move onto the topic.
"So anyway, the other day, I was just reading the book again, and I found this.." I flipped open the book to the page I had marked and removed an old photograph. I handed it to Armaan who stared at it with narrowed eyes for a few seconds.
"Is that us? Wearing The Lion King t-shirts and' crowns? And why do I look so' teary?" He asked, embarrassed.
"Yep! The four of us.. And the picture reminded me of just how badly someone wanted to be Simba.. So much that he cried for the Simba t-shirt, and got Krish to be Mufasa instead." I teased.
"Oh man! I blocked that out.. It was largely traumatic. No wonder I forgot this." He hid his face in his hands while I laughed hard, looking at the 4-year-old Armaan's puffy, red, cranky face in the picture, while he stood between me and a 2 year old Rhea. "But still.. How do you know this was our first movie together?" He diverted the attention from the picture.
"Because, look at what's written at the back." I bit my lip, smiling, but slightly embarrassed as well.
"The best day of my life. May 8, 1994. My first movie with.. Armaan." He read out the sentence written in my sprawled handwriting. "It was on your b'day?" He asked, amused. I nodded, smiling. "Why the special mention of my name?" He teased. I scratched my head, embarrassed. I had expected that reaction. Anticipated it.
"I don't know." I muttered under my breath, hiding my face in his neck. I heard him snort, but thankfully, his laughter didn't echo.
"You were Nala!" Armaan said, and I knew he was getting somewhere with that. "I wonder why? An attempt to be with your Simba?" He grinned with a devilish air and I groaned.
"Shut up. I couldn't be anything else.." I argued. "Unless I chose Rafiki the Baboon. But I prefer Nala." I smiled.
"Rhea might kill you though, since she's wearing the Rafiki t-shirt. She was so tiny. I almost forgot how cute she used to be once she began to grow up into the devil that she is." Armaan laughed at the picture.
"You weren't less. And don't forget, she gets it all from you. You don't trouble her any less, and in fact, she does keep out of your way most of the times, if only you would stop getting on her nerves!" I defended Rhea almost like a Sister-code.
"Do you love me more or her?" Armaan complained.
"Her." I replied nonchalantly. "But that's not the point! The point is, now you know why this movie's so important!" I took the picture back from him and smiled down at it. "I saw it with 3 very important people' 2 of which I adore to death'" I mumbled.
It was a weird feeling to be around someone you always adored, but at the same time, not being able to be with someone else who mattered just as much. It hurt even more knowing that there was no way to escape that. While Krish's absence had left an extremely large void in my heart, Armaan had filled it to a great extent.. And sometimes I just wondered if he would be able to fill it all. A part of me hoped he would..
"The pain won't vanish Munchkin." Armaan said, almost as an answer to my questioning thoughts. I almost smiled; he hadn't read my thoughts in a very, very long time. "All you can do is learn to live with it'" He continued. I nodded, understandingly.
"I still look for a silver lining.." I mumbled slowly. "In you." I finished, and smiled up at him, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"I might never be able to take the hurt away Riddhima, but I promise I'll help you through it.." He looked into my eyes and I knew he meant every word he said.
"You always do." I smiled at him and poked the shadow of his dimples.
"I promise I'll be behind you like your shadow to protect you, I'll walk in front of you to make sure you don't fall, and I'll walk beside you to hold your hand and let you know that you're never going to be alone, no matter where you go'" He said earnestly. And I didn't know how, but I smiled wide, right from my heart at his words.
"I knew you had a romantic in you somewhere deep, deep down.. Where did the poet come from?" I rubbed my nose against his, circling my hands around his neck.
"You know what they say'" He grinned at me. "A poet needs a muse to come out'" He said dramatically, and nuzzled my hair whilst I giggled at his lameness.
He kissed my cheek twice, and pulling out looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes. "Main shayar.. Toh.." My eyes widened as he began singing.
"Nahin!" I shut my ears as my 'nahin' coincided with his 'nahin'!
"Magar ae, haseeen.. Jabse dekha, maine tujhko, mujhko... shayariii aagayiii... Main shayar, toh, nahiiin..." He screamed in my ears, while I struggled to get out of his hold. Fortunately for him and unfortunately for me, I had a broken leg, which made me completely incapable of running for my life. Ah, fate.
"Aaaccchooo!" I sang along with the loud boom of my sneeze.
"Ugh, Munchkin, stop sneezing on me, I'm wearing a white shirt today.. Man!" Armaan grumbled.
"Aww, baby's afraid he's going to get my bogeys on his precious white shirt? Aww, c'mon, its my lurrrvvee Armaan, don't you want my lurrveee?" I rubbed my nose with my finger and offered him my other hand. Daft as he is, he didn't notice the hand change and began to repel.
"Riddhima, you're annoying me now." Armaan gritted his teeth.
"What's new? I do that all the time!" I shrugged, placing my head on his shoulder.
"Yea, right. Now can you please stop annoying me for a change and finish this soup, so I can get up? I've been sitting here since 45 minutes.. I'm starving too!" He complained. Raising my eyebrows, I took my spoon from him and offered him my soup. "I'm not having that, its awful.. And its your's.. Now just gulp it down!" He rolled his eyes.
"I'm done!" I announced. Half of the bowl was still full.
"No you aren't! Finish it Munchkin!" Armaan muttered sternly.
"Armaan stop trying to feed me na? I said I'm done, don't irritate me! I'm a human being, not a trash can!" I retorted angrily. But my loud voice had caused another bout of coughs to erupt.
"Okay, okay, no more food okay?" Armaan rubbed my back. "Now can I get up please?" He tried moving me from his lap but I held on to his neck stubbornly. "What?" He asked rolling his eyes.
"Kissy!" I reminded him. He smiled at my baby language, and pulling me close, placed a soft kiss on my lips. I didn't realize when that small 'kissy' turned into a make out session; but I wasn't complaining.. I hadn't felt this tornado of feelings in a long time, and it would be an understatement if I said I had missed all of this.
But of course, when had romance ever lived without being interrupted?
"Doorbell!" I muttered against his lips.
"I don't care!" He groaned. "Kiss me!" He frowned, his eyes still shut. I felt him lean in again, but instead of giving in, I just pushed him gently.
"I would with pleasure baby, but the moment's passed!" I smirked opening my eyes, as I saw him scowl. Grumbling, he carefully placed me on the bed, which was less comfortable than his lap, and went to open the door.
"There's someone here to see you!" Armaan came back and from the look on his face, I could tell he was not at all happy. My eyes then fell on the reason behind his sulky face.
"Will!" I exclaimed, as he grinned, his dimples showing.
"For you madame!" He bowed in front of me and handed me a bouquet of orchids. I looked at Armaan's face turn sourer by the second from the corner of my eye.
"I wasn't expecting you!" I gave a nervous laugh.
"Well, I had to come see you, you scared me'" Will paused as he glanced at Armaan's raised eyebrows. "Uh.. Us, when you called in about your accident.. What happened?" He patted my hand; I bit my lip when he didn't withdraw it. And sure enough, I heard Armaan release a fake cough to catch my attention. I released my hand from Will's hold and pretended to push my hair back from my eyes.
"Uh.. It was nothing.. Just, umm, yea, I fell.. So.." I muttered. "Um.. Would you like anything, coffee or.. Anything?" I asked courteously. But hey, I had no idea how to behave. There were too many dilemmas - a) My boss had asked me out during my interview; b) My boss was sitting in my room; and c) Now my boss was flirting with me in my room in front of my fiance. Yea, things did not look good.
"Yea, I would actually love a cup of coffee.." Will smiled. I looked at Armaan who looked ready to throttle him.
"No coffee, sorry, had the last cup this morning!" Armaan replied in a sugar sweet tone. "You sure you don't want anything else? Well, okay, if you insist." Armaan coaxed and my eyes widened at his rude behavior. Will threw him a smug smile.
"Its okay, I'll just grab a cup from the caf downstairs on my way back!" Will replied in the same tone as Armaan. Was it just me, or had the temperature in the room dropped way down. "So, how serious is this?" Will glanced at the plaster.
"Oh, its nothing, no serious damage, just 2 weeks rest, that's all!" I smiled.
"Oh, thank God!" Will smiled. "And umm.. I just got to know about what's going on at work.. I'm sorry about Mindy!" Will added apologetically. I almost smiled at the 'Really?' look Armaan was throwing in Will's direction.
"Oh, never mind that! I'll handle it once I get back!" I smiled reassuringly and saw Armaan roll his eyes.
"Of course, but just let me know if she gives you a hard time.." Will held my hand again. And this time I knew the bull would charge.
Armaan sat next to me on the bed and put a hand round my shoulder, almost claiming his right over me; I saw Will pull back his hand in response. I didn't know what was so funny, but I had the sudden urge to just point at the two buffoons and laugh my heart out at their antics.
"Judging by the look on your face, I take things have straightened out a bit for you, eh?" Will threw me a teasing smile while I looked at him questioningly. "You and Armaan seem to be in a better place now!" My eyes widened as I realized what Will was getting at. If Armaan got to know I had confided in Will about our problems, yea it was just an open invitation for hell to take over.
"Uh.. That was.. Nothing, we're definitely okay now!" I smiled at Will meaningfully, but the daft head wouldn't get the point and shut the hell up. I wondered if he had majored in blabbering.
"You really gave her a hard time here, Armaan! She would skip her lunch, and she barely smiled.. I really hope you both have sorted it out now!" Will smiled as I shut my eyes, feeling Armaan's finger lose grip over my shoulder. The damage was done.
"Anyway, I'll take off now.." Will muttered. Sure, leave after setting the place on fire. Jerk. "Hope to see you back in action soon, Riddhima.. And I'm yet to read your article, so I'll call you once I do!" Will placed a soft friendly goodbye kiss on my cheek before I could even register what was happening. "Get well soon!" He waved and with a final glance, left.
Armaan wordlessly followed him out and returned in a couple of minutes.
"Uh, you probably want to-"
"-know why this jerk knows about our problems? Yes. I do. Start." Armaan muttered angrily. "But before that.." He paced up to me, and placed a hard kiss on my cheek, at the same place where Will had pecked me. "Now start." He demanded once he was done.
"I just' Umm.." I searched for words as he stood towering above me, almost daring me to give him a proper justification.
"How could you Riddhima? Tell this absolutely annoying dog about our problems? How, how insane are you? Especially when you know how much I detest this dude?" Armaan triggered off his yelling session.
"You detest Will?" I asked surprised.
"Haven't I made that very clear?" He asked me sardonically.
"Armaan.. I had to.. I.. I'm sorry.. But I had no one to talk to and I felt like telling them so I-"
"Woah, woah, woah?" Armaan made me stop. "Who's 'them'?" He asked calmly. "Why the use of plural pronouns, Riddhima?" Armaan asked me in a dangerously calm tone.
"Uh'" I uttered uncertainly.
"Riddhima." Armaan's stern voice was my cue to answer.
"Will, Nikki and your Mum'" I confessed sheepishly. I looked at Armaan as he chuckled sarcastically.
"Of course' That's why my own mother is so cold with me.. No wonder she wouldn't even talk to me properly at the hospital yesterday'" Armaan shook his head.
"Look, Armaan, I'm sorry.." I started.
"About what? About trusting a complete stranger with our problems and forcing my Mum to hate her own son?" Armaan retorted.
"Don't exaggerate, Mumma doesn't hate you! She was just pissed, that's all!" I argued.
"Whatever! Why not just come and talk to me Riddhima? This stupid breakdown you had yesterday, couldn't you have had that before you went and blabbered around town about our personal issues?" Armaan said angrily. My jaw dropped at his unfair accusations, and I was no longer sorry.
"How was I to come and talk to you? Were you even at home for me to see you this past one month, let alone talk to you about all of this?" I yelled. I saw him take a deep breath as I stopped him mid way across his rambling. "You came back home late every single day, even on your freakish b'day where I had planned on a special date for the two of us and talk it out! Even before that, last week, I came home with the intention of talking to you, but just that day you decide to call your friends home as if our fight that morning had never taken place!" I gave it all back to him. I saw his face drop, his eyes avert to the floor. "I may have been wrong in telling people about what was going on Armaan, but what was I supposed to do? Unlike most other people, my best friend and my fiance are one person, not two different people.. The one person who comes close to being my best friend is miles away, and has just started her new married life. I tried to console myself by just talking to Nikki, but even that didn't help! And yea, I told Will and Mumma, because believe it or not, everyone except you, could see my tears and my sad face, which is ironical, since its you who's always been able to read my mind! But I guess that best friend in you has taken a backseat has he?" I muttered icily. "I was lonely Armaan, what was I supposed to do?" I shrugged and asked him, my voice soft this time.. "Even so, I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have gone about blabbering about all of this, but.. Its hard when you have so much to say and no one to listen to you.." I shut my eyes, exhausted at having dealt with an issue I thought I had already dealt with.. Apparently, I was wrong.
"I'm sorry." I looked up at Armaan, who was shuffling his feet around, a cute frown adorning his face. "I shouldn't have yelled at you." He kept gazing at the floor, his right foot shuffling from side to side. I smiled at his child-like behavior and rolled my eyes.
"Can you please come here?" I asked, patting the place next to me. He kept looking down, as if a child facing a punishment for talking in class, and walked towards the bed, sitting next to me. Not being able to stop myself, I kissed his cheek, and saw a shadow of a smile on his face.
"I'm sorry!" I whispered and saw his face reflect a 'Really?' sort of look.
"Why are you saying sorry? It all comes down to the same thing, it was my fault, my stupid insane behavior which caused all of this.. None of this is your fault.. For a change!" He added, and I punched him, as he smirked. "I really am sorry, Munchkin!" He said seriously, his eyes boring into mine.
"You still got 5 days to make up for it, and for the first 2 days, you're doing a pretty good job!" I smiled widely, and saw a grin form on his face.
"Yea, hours of Harry Potter, The Lion King, P.S. I Love You; you have to appreciate the fact that I sat through all of that, in spite of the lifetime of boredom I was put through!" He shook his head, pitying himself.
"Haha." I mustered a sarcastic laugh, and he grinned, pulling me close to himself. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed.
"You haven't told Mom the reason behind my aloofness have you?" Armaan asked me after a while.
"That you were a prude after what happened in Vegas and you saw me naked? No." I said nonchalantly.
"Thanks." Armaan replied. I could sense there was something else troubling him.
"What?" I sighed, getting to the point. Armaan looked down at me intently.
"How does this jerk know your favorite flowers are orchids? And how dare this ass kiss you in front of me?" And there it was.
"So what he knows about my favorite flowers? And I don't know where he got the guts to kiss me, but maybe it was a rebound to your very hospitable behavior.. No coffee? Seriously?" I retaliated, trying hard to stop myself from smiling; I knew very well where this conversation was headed. "And he was probably just kissing me goodbye, its normal, even you kiss your girl pals on the cheek when you hug them goodbye!" I shrugged.
"So what, he kisses you every time you leave work?" Armaan looked at me alarmed. Ah, I loved this pleasure of being a sadist.
"Eh!" I shrugged nonchalantly, lying through my teeth.
"That complete jackass!" Armaan swore.
"Woah, easy tiger!" I smirked.
"And, how dare he give you orchids?!" He mumbled annoyed.
"What is so wrong in giving me my favorite flowers?" He was being so unreasonable!
"Everything! Only I'm allowed to give you your favorite flowers! Your favorite anything for that matter!" He grumbled.
"Aww, how sweet!" I smiled; my heart melted at the adorable pout on his face, and the scowl creasing his forehead. He turned to glare at me.
"I will kill him if he touches you again or gives you anything you like!" Armaan threatened me. As if I cared a damn. I nodded, humoring him, then snorted at his possessiveness.
"Well, at least he gave me flowers.. Look at you, I've been in bed for 2 days, and you haven't even gotten my a rose, let alone my favorite blue orchids!" I shook my head in disapproval.
"Don't challenge me!" Armaan scowled. I nodded and rolled my eyes. I saw the numerous expressions of anger, annoyance, helplessness, jealousy, all show on his face; needless to say, he was at his adorable-best.
"Weren't you starving?" I asked, grabbing my book and beginning to read, indicating the end of this discussion and saw him give me a puppy dog look.
"Eh.." He stood up, mumbling to himself, and left the room. As soon as the door closed behind him, I did what I was dying to do - laughed my heart out.
"So cute!" I shook my head, grinning to myself, and continued reading.
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Uh, so at least Day 2 is over! Say YAY! 😃
And uh, nothing except that, this installment was for all those who missed M & P, like I did - Aanya, Neha, Sanaa, Jojo, Ankuu, Sary, Rhea, and whoever else spams my FF like crazy..! 😆 Also, this installment is like a shout-out to Sary and Unnati, who made fab avi's and siggies on M & P! Thanks you two, ILoveYou :*
Coming to the spammers, yea, I know my thread is a favorite where this activity is concerned, and I have no idea why, because even if we try, we can't converse the way we do on this thread in any other thread 🤣 Ah, I feel so special! But yea, anyway, I dunno if I'll even complete this chapter before 150 pages, but I ain't opening a new thread before completing this chapter.. (Yes, Neha, you need not remind me about my '5 chapter' challenge! I think I'll win that one when I don't have a million other things to do, and my update rate is faster than the spamming rate! 😆)
Spammers, please put your activity on stall for a while, unless you guys want me to banned from this forum for exceeding the page limit! 🤔 I hate to say that, but yea! :P
And I know the installment's short, but like I said, 'til November 2, I'm going to post up anything and everything I can manage, even if its a page long.. But let me know if you guys aren't okay with it, I'll stop =)
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