Thank you all for the wonderful comments...and especially for reading this story...i'm glad you guys are sticking to it...unfortunately i'm too busy at work to get a chance to respond to your comments individually...but i promise i read them and sometimes they inspire me to write more...so thanks...
and for some news...
Ok...its official...this is going way slower than i thought...i simply cannot stop writing about these two...everytime i try to move forward and start typing all i end up doing is heading down another path...tht seems to delay where i want the story to go...so i am officially changing this to a FF...for those that want more...enjoy...for those that were hoping i'd wrap it up in a few more posts...sorry....but i guess you should've known if you've ever seen any of my other posts😆...i simply cannot be short...😳
ne wayz...enuf of tht...here's part three😃
UPDATE 3
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"There. Perfect!"
Riddhima stated out loud after setting the last of the white flower petals on
the ground. She took a step back and glanced around the room she had just
spent the past few hours decorating. She wanted everything in place for
when Sid returned from his appointment. After all, he wasn't the only one
capable of surprises she thought to herself with a smirk. She went to the table to make sure all
the food was set, the red candles were lit, and white petals were covering the
black tablecloth. Then she slowly started lighting the candles that were set
out to guide Sid exactly where he was supposed to go from the door to the
table, then to the living room, and finally upstairs. She took dessert up with her and set them on the balcony and
thought to herself, This night is truly
meant to be... just like us. A new
moon, candles, dessert and my personal favorite sugary treat, my husband. She
glanced up at the clock and realized that his shift was almost over and she had
yet to get ready. She quickly darted back into the bedroom and slipped on
the dress she had been waiting to wear for what felt like forever. As she took a glance in the mirror and
turned first to the right and then to the left, the smile on her face grew into
a full-fledged grin. "Take that
Mr. Modi. You may have been the
one to remember our first encounter anniversary, but I am positive that I will
be the one with a better gift."
And with those words she grabbed her cover up and headed downstairs to
wait for her husband to arrive home.
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As Sid drove up to
his house he was filled with both eagerness and fear. Eagerness because he knew soon he would see his ultimate
balm, Riddhima, who when he took her into his arms would help him find peace,
even if only for a few moments.
And fear, not for himself really as he hadn't quite grasped what this
meant for him, but for his wife.
For having to say the words that would bring their world crashing down
on her. In fact, he was so afraid
of how Riddhima would react he stopped in the driveway and rehearsed different
ways on how to tell her what he had learnt at his appointment.
Should
I just give it to her straight?
Just go in there give her hug and then say, "Riddhima, sit down, there's
something I need to tell you..." Or will that be too much for her? Will that cause her to freak out? Maybe I should just go in and hug her
and take her out for dinner, spend an evening and make it special. Then later after we are home let her
know that I found out something at my appointmet..." But maybe that will ruin the idea of a
romantic night out for her. I
don't want her to think about a romantic dinner and remember the words I told
her. The best approach is probably
to go in there and wait for Ridz to ask me how my appointment went. But what if she doesn't ask me? Will I
not tell her just because she didn't ask? Oh please, Sid this is your wife, Riddhima, when has she let the opportunity to interrogate you go? She will ask, and when she does that's
when I should answer. Okay, come
on, Sid you need to do this. You
need to go in there and let your wife know what is going on! Stop wasting time. In fact, now more than ever time is
precious so instead of sitting in the car by yourself, go and spend it with the
woman you love.
With his decision
made to tell Ridz in whatever manner comes up first, he gets out of his car and
heads up the driveway toward the front door. As he starts to insert his key into the lock he has remembers
of all the sweet moments they had shared right here in the threshold of their home. Like when he first brought her home
after their shaadi, and she did the ghar pravesh. Or one of his
favorites the time when she was about to leave him in that beautiful yellow
suit, and then she stopped her foot from crossing the threshold. Where she simply turned around with
tears in her eyes and told him without words that she wanted to stay with him. And then there was the second ghar
pravesh, where he had her knock down his favorite red chawal. Of course, he tried to be romantic and
ended up almost giving her concussion.
But the smile she had on her face as she walked away rubbing the back of
her head...man his heart still
sighs.
Then there was their
third ghar pravesh, he smiles to himself.
That was by far his most favorite one of them all. Oh sure in the first one she was
gorgeous in her dulhan outfit, and in the second one she was beautiful with
that sari and especially that smile.
But the third one, he whistles slightly through pursed lips. He flashes back to that day...
-Arp
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