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Part 42
Failed. What she would say the status of her plan was, as
fast as the idea came popping into her mind faster it went down the drain. She
had been really excited to surprise Armaan, which she would name as being the
perfect wife. Once she was done writing down the requirements on the piece of
paper, she called up Armaan to confirm how much time she had to get ready with
the surprise.
"tum aadhe ghante mai pohonchne wale ho?" she repeated,
shocked as he told her when he'd come back home.
"haan! Kyu kya hua?" he asked simply.
"n-nothing, kuch nahi, t-tum aa jao" she smiled and hung up.
Half an hour? She couldn't even get the stuff in half an hour, firstly she had
to shop for new clothes which would have taken like and hour and another half
and an hour to get other stuff. Poor soul. But somewhere around she did feel
relieved because she was kind of nervous.
Now she couldn't even postpone her plan as she had to resume
her duties in the hospital from tomorrow and they'll have hardly any time for
one another.
***
The light finally broke in through the curtains as the day
begun, her alarm disturbed her sleep and she slowly opened her eyes. The sight
in front of her made her realize that everything around her was already
perfect, she knew she already was the perfect wife as she loved Armaan more
than anything else in this world and she also knew her husband was way more
than perfect, she really needn't care.
The feeling of being embraced in his arms felt so nice that
she didn't want to get up neither did she want this feeling to go. All she
wanted was Armaan to wake up and talk to her, about everything as the two
hadn't got a chance to talk after he came back from the hospital, he was dead
tired and slept after the dinner. She pinched his nose cutely to which he
frowned like a baby being disturbed in his sleep. She again did the same thing
and this time he turned to the other side, now it was Ridhima's turn to frown.
She held him by his shoulder and literally pushed him off
the bed to which he suddenly opened his sleepy eyes and looked back at Ridhima,
smiled and again closed his eyes wrapping his arm around her waist.
"good morning" she whispered.
"hm" he replied.
"Armaan, hm nahi good morning bolo"
"hm"
"Armaan! Good morning" she smacked him.
"good morning basket" finally he whispered in his hoarse
voice.
"ab aankhe khol bhi lo"
"tumse baat kar raha hu itna kaafi nahi hai?"
"ugh'..fine! Sote raho, kal bhi tum hospital se aake so gaye
the mujhse baat bhi nahi ki" She was
about to leave when he opened his eyes and stopped her.
"theek hai mai uth gaya, uth gaya. Bolo kya baat karni hai?"
"kutta"
"basket! Tum mujhe gaali kyu de rahi ho?" his eyes widened
as he again wrapped his arm around her and they looked into each other's eyes
as they laid down on bed close to one another sharing the pillow.
"tch, Armaan gaali nahi de rahi, yaad hai shaadi se pehle
tumne mujhse kaha tha hum kutta lenge"
"Basket please nahi, iss ghar mai koi kutta nahi aayega"
"Armaan ye kya baat hui? Matlab tum chaar bacche chaha sakte
ho mai ek chotu sa kutta nahi mang sakti" she argued.
"oh hello, baccho aur kutto mai farak hota hai"
"nahi, kutte
bhi toh chote chote chunu munu bacche hi toh hote hai"
"basket, mana
kar dia na ek baar iss ghar mai no kutte"
"tch, dekho
Armaan iss ghar mai chahu toh kutta la bhi sakti hu, par tum mere bina baccha
nahi la sakte" she laughed at her own line. It was a win win for Ridhima.
"fine, agar
iss ghar mai kutta aya toh mai iss ghar mai nahi rahunga"
"thik hai"
she replied simply "mai bhi dekhti hu tum mere bina kab tak reh sakte ho"
"huh! Mai
janta hu tum bhi mere bina nahi reh sakti"
"reh sakti
hu"
"pakka?" he
pulled her closer by her waist.
"haan pakka,
tum konsa itne important ho"
"toh marr
jau?"
"Armaan!" she
yelled "aaj ke baad esa sochna bhi mat"
"ab kya hua?"
he smirked.
"thik hai
nahi reh sakti tumhare bina, khush yahi sunna chahte the na tum" she spoke as
her eyes welled up. She removed his hand from her waist and rushed to the
bathroom, with Armaan following her but she closed the door on his face.
"arre basket,
I am sorry mai mazak kar raha tha, darwaza kholo" he knoked.
"Basket please, kholo I am sorry" he yelled again. After like
a 100 tries he gave up and got ready in the common washroom. Coming back to the
room, he noticed it had been half an hour and she hadn't come out, it worried
him and he knocked again.
"Basket?
Ridhima darwaza kholo, Ridhima?" before he could knock again, she came out
wearing a green suit, all ready to go to the hospital.
"chale? Hum
late ho jayenge" she asked without an expression on her face.
"basket,
please mere baat suno'."
"mai niche
gadhi mai hu" she said and left.
"abey yaar!"
he sighed and left.
The whole
day, Ridhima didn't talk to Armaan. As much he may try, she won't even look at
him. Even when Armaan came to her office she excused herself and went from
there, she was really mad at him this time and he knew he had a lot of
buttering up to do that day. Armaan's work got over as the clock struck 5 and
he again went to her office only to see she wasn't there and realized she was
supposed to be in a surgery. He waited in her office for another hour or so,
when she came back.
"Armaan, tum
ghar chale jao mai di aur Muski ke sath shopping jaa rahi hu" finally she spoke
to him.
"mai bhi
chalta hu"
"tum kya
karoge humare sath?"
"shopping aur
kya."
"iski zarurat
nahi hai Armaan"
"mujhe chalna
hai"
"thik hai"
she said and they both left from there.
After shopping
Anjali and Muskaan went back to their place while Armaan and Ridhima made there
way back home, only to be struck in an hour long traffic jam which was caused
due to the heavy rain, when the two at last came out of the jam their car gave
up but thankfully they were close to their place. Pushing the car they both
reached home and all they wished to do was sleep. Around 10 o'clock they opened
the door to their house but who said their bad day was over, Ridhima left the
room keys in her office and the office keys? Poor them. It was with Ridhima.
"what?" he shouted "tum itni careless kese ho sakti
ho basket"
"chiko mat,
ab galti ho gayi toh mai kya kar sakti hu"
"great, aaj
raat ko yahi drawing room mai sona padega then, thank god, hum shopping karne
gaye" he was thankful to Ridhima that she had taken him to shopping at least
they could get out of the wet clothes. All Ridhima had brought was a beautiful
blue saari for herself and tracks for Armaan.
"sorry" she
muttered and hung her head low, it was then it struck Armaan that she was
already upset with him and here he was scolding her.
Sighing he
apologised "I am sorry Basket, mujhe tum par chillana nahi chahie tha and uske
lie bhi jo mene aaj subah kaha tha, mai mazak kar raha tha basket"
"mazak?
Armaan, tum jante ho esa soch kar bhi mujhe kitna bura lagta hai"
"mai janta
hu basket, I am sorry" she nodded, accepting his apology and hugged him and
went to change.
Wearing the
light blue sari, which securely wrapped around her legs and exposed her waist,
she looked undeniably beautiful. She saw Armaan standing in the kitchen, with
his new tracks on and a loose shirt which he had picked up from the laundry
basket. He was making tea for both of them.
"Armaan ye
shirt toh mene laundry ke lie rakhi thi"
"Basket mai
kya shirtless ghumta ghar mai'." He was speaking when he looked up and stopped
speaking and just stared at Ridhima. At first she waited for him to speak but
then saw his eyes moving up and down along her body.
"um'.Armaan?"
She called. He snapped out of his own world and looked back at her face.
"h'haan?"
"tum kuch
keh rahe the?"
"haan, wo
na'.nahi, yahi ki'." He stopped again and walked over to her. He didn't speak
up again till he came extremely close to her "'tum bohot sundar lag rahi ho"
She looked
up and stared in his eyes, only to see something different in his eyes this
time and it made her nervous, so she tried to change the topic.
"wese gandi
lagti hu?" she smiled.
"nahi, mera
matlab wo nahi tha, I mean'..iss'"
"chaye!"
"huh?"
"chaye ubal
(boil) gayi Armaan" He moved back and went to the kitchen to pour the tea in
two cups. Coming back with cups he handed one to Ridhima and with one in her
hand he sat down on the couch a few inches away from her. They both drank the
tea in silence with Armaan continuously starting at her, after five minutes of continuous
staring from him, she spoke.
"Armaan tum
mujhe ese hi ghurte hi rahoge toh'." She was about to complete her sentence
when she looked up and saw Armaan coming closer to her. Finally closing the
distance between them, he took the cup from her hand and kept it on the table
in front, her eyes followed the cup and stopped there as she didn't have the
guts to look up in his eyes. He then faced her with his one leg on the couch
and other on the floor they were barely inches apart when he held her by her
elbow and pulled her even closer and his nose touched her wet hair which stuck
to her forehead.
She
still didn't look up, Armaan's hand slowly moved from her elbow to her shoulder
and then to her chin, softly tickling Ridhima. With his hand under her chin he
made her look up as she closed her eyes and their lips came closer than ever.
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