AR FF: MY Bride.6| Epi-Update pg29| 24/4

Armaan and Riddhima still behaved as if they had married yesterday. Some stories are meant to be evergreen, like this one of Armaan and Riddhima. Riddhima is almost 8 months pregnant. And Armaan had not left her side, not even once. He took care of her as if she was his 'baby', be it giving her bath in her much unwilling days. He had lived the pregnancy day with her so closely that he was himself worried about the D-day.

He named it D-day, because that had brought a lot of concern for two important people in his life; firstly, his Riddhima and than their baby. He is worried, about the pain Riddhima would feel, he read few articles – he met the consultant doctor of Riddhima, and all of it said, the pain is unbearable but that all depend on the women. If she is able to survives the pain then normal delivery or else she would have to undergo and operation. Either way she HAS to go through the pain. His little angle has to go through all the pain, was piercing his heart, but he never spoke it out.

At the moment the clock strike 12, when he someone clutch his vest. He turned on the lights and turned towards his baby, Riddhima, who was badly sweating – trying to clutch his vest in her palm. Her eyes were close but she was wet due to all the sweating. "Riddhima," he whispered. Riddhima lay beside him, unconscious; he shook her, and rubbed her face with the small towel kept between them already for Riddhima. "jaan…" he shook her little hard. "huh!" pause, "Armaan…" she shrieked and hugged him tight, he held her back to support her while he fell back on bed, with her on top of him slightly. "bad dream?" he whispered in her ear, "hmm…" she whispered and kept her head in the depth of his neck, inhaling his manly fragrance and accepting the fact that whatsoever she saw was nothing but a stupid nightmares.

He was worried, as the days were passing on, the number of nightmares she had have been increasing too, which eventually resulted in lack of sleep of her. Basically she was afraid to fall in sleep, these days, and on top she wasn't willing to share it… though Armaan pursued her to share and get over it, but the little bride still wasn't up for it.

Every day was different when it came to Riddhima, One day; it could be named a cheerful day and other a sore-full. Like today, once they had woken up with the shines of day-light, Riddhima was behaving very aloof one second and then throwing things and tantrums all around the place, talk about mood-swings.

"Riddhima stop it, stop acting like a retard person and stop Messing around my Room. I hate to call the servants again and again, what must they be thinking? What has gotten into you this morning? Stop it just… stop eating me up." He scolded her, 'hell – she needed one.' He thought and threw himself on the bean couch – especially brought on insistence of Princess Riddhima, and dare she not sat on it once.

"I was right about you, this all acting sweet and all – would end up once our marriage gets old." She started to sneer at him.

"oh please, 2 in half years wedding is not named old" He criticized.

"You are trying to insult me, now." She ridicule, sobbing with the quilt pulled over till her mouth.

"yea right, I ain't trying, I am Insulting you." He mocked.

"What is YOUR PROBLEM? First I am GIVING Birth to Your child. I AM TAKING SO MUCH PAIN. I AM GOING THROUGH THIS ALL FOR YOU. AND FIRST YOU TALK RUBBISH ABOUT OUR MARRIAGE, AND THEN YOU INSULT ME. WHAT DO YOU WANT HAAN?" She shouted as much as she could. Riddhima stood out of bed, shouting all while by end she stood still and soon enough started to feel a slight stretch on the lower part of her abdomen. "ahh… haa.." she shrieked clutching her belly. "Riddhima?" Armaan rushed, "Breathe in… Breathe Out. Relax. Settle down." He panicked and made her sit at the edge of the bed. Rushing to Side table he took the glass filled with water, to her, "here have some water. Relax. Hmm… okay. I am sorry. I am really bad." He sat on his knee in front of her. "Yes YOU ARE!" she stated with slight tears dropping down her eyes.

"yes, yes agreed… but please relax. Bp high hojae ga." He took glass from her hand and sat down beside her on bed, kissing her cheek. "Armaan, tum ab mujha bilkul pyar nae karte… You tou don't even give me morning kiss neither goodnight kiss… Armaan kya mai itni moti hogaye hoon… kya I am that ugly." She diverted to other topic, not even getting over the last one. Yes that was the thing going on from past morning. He rolled his eyes, and lowered her on bed. She was babbling whatever her mind was cooking up, but now he need to show some affection. He knew he had been ignoring her lately, but what was his fault at the end of the day, he was a man. He had some of his own needs, desires and Riddhima being almost at the end of her 8^th month. Had started to look more yummy, and more of elegant, sexy – to nice to eat it up now a days.

He thought not to hover her as she has a bulky bump, so he leaned carefully over Riddhima, side way, holding his weight on bed for balance. Not being able to resist his own desire, he stole a kiss. She was caught by a surprise, after so many days, she was a bit hesitating to kiss back. Staring back in his passionate eyes, she herself couldn't resist his charm.

He had mentally promised not to stay long neither he was expecting anything from her, he was just trying to settle her doubt and her mood swings related to her being fat. Though he at somewhere knew, once stepped in hell, he won't be able to step back.

"Are you sure, you would be able to take what I give?" he teased staring at her already red cheeks.

She blushed, and couldn't stop herself from commenting back, "I have waited too long for this…" Armaan teasingly licked Riddhima's lips, sending shivers down her spine. How he was wanted to drew Riddhima roughly to his own body, and make her his as wildly as he could.

"Be nice." He whispered, before thrusting his lips onto hers smirking ones, their tongues intermingle in a enthusiastic fight to win dominance over other, the frenzy moment inside their mouth increased, as his hands held her waist softly.

Pulling his face away unwillingly, as he felt her belly bump touch his torso, "Kiss me more… please." She half-consciously, requested. He looked unsure, "honey…" he tried to speak. "Again… please, once more." She requested, seductively.

A genuine smile light up Armaan's face, "If I give you another kiss, that you asking for, jaan. Then it has to be counted as a good night one as I already gave the morning one. Don't say later that I forgot to give any." He mocked her teasingly. "Armaan…! Don't be so mean to your wife…!" Riddhima winced, pouting her lips.

"Fine whatever." He rolled his eyes and his mouth claim hers, fiercely. She moaned into his mouth, while hands clenched in his hair, as he kissed down the side of her neck, "Armaan…" she moaned softly.

He gently bit, then the next moment a little harder and he heard a gasp from her as response. Feeling her jerk against him slightly, "you stepping in fire, jal jao gi…" he entreated against her ear. Nodding her head in 'go-ahead' approval silently, and stayed near him with close eyes.

"You are unbelievable incredible… jaan, let me remind you are pregnant," he whispered, fondle down the outside of one warm thigh. He looked at her, balancing on his elbow, he saw her black hair spread over the pillow, head thrown over pillow in utmost pleasure. "magnificent," he whispered in her ear, before trailing kisses down her neck and then over her collar-bone. Propping himself more on his elbow he stroked her hair, - face and whispered, "Look at me…" she opened her eyes and stared in his. "We need to hold this up for some time...you know that right." he need to hold her, she was teasing him to no heed.

"Armaan… please," her finger traced over his shoulders, lips finding their way to the crook of his neck… "Please jaan…" he whispered again. He kissed her hair, "don't test me.." he laughed she nods understandingly and just lay close to him in his arms, "we can stay close or not ?" she asked, while he wraps his arms around her "yes we can…" he replied.

"I am embarrassed…" she commented, hiding herself more in him. "I like the sound of that from your mouth." He teasingly-mocked.

"Armaan!" she hit his back, while hiding her face below his chin.

"Riddhima!"

"Armaan!" she spoke angrily.

"Riddhima! Stop shouting now, I kissed twice. Already." He teasingly added. "urghh!" she pushed and got of the bed. "I hate you, you would never change."

"urghh! But I love you and I won't forget how you asked me to go for the moment – more of like –you-know-who-I-mean." He teased getting off the bed too.

"Don't you dare." She angrily walk up to him.

"Oh my god, you were so horny! A while back what happened now, from a lover you turning more like murderer… what happened jaan don't you want me making love to you…" he enthusiastically like jerk teased her.

"urghhh! I HATE you! And I AM LEAVING YOU NOW." she shouted.

"OH when?" he teased future.

"MUSKAAANNN!" she leashed out the room, leaving a laughing Armaan behind.