Thanks alll of you *hugs*
Sana & Aliyah LMFAOO @ my AR deprivation..yep thats why I opened this... creatives can tadpao us, but atleast my imagination wont tadpao me 🤣
Kiran wasnt going to at first but am posting the next part right now because of your order 😆 So here goes:
advance mein warning: sorry if you feel the ff might drag a little ...because it's all aiming towards one thing but when i had written it i felt mean and tadpaod creatives-style LOLLL----
Riddhima's Birthday
Part 2 ('Happy Birthday Basket')
Nervous. Confused. Unsure. She trusted Armaan but
she didn't trust herself. She stood in her bedroom, wearing nothing but
a towel, and with Armaan standing right behind her. And now the lights
were on. *Oh God, what must he be thinking of me? But wait... this
is my bedroom, I can walk around in a towel...it's MY bedroom...he
shouldn't be here! Armaan, tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho!* Riddhima was totally lost in her thoughts, her confusion, her uncertainty... *Armaan
kuch bol kyun nahin raha...and why is he still standing so close behind
me? Oh God, I feel so hot...Riddhima, don't faint! Don't faint!*
and on the other hand, Armaan was feeling just as lost... *Great
going Superman! Once again, your plan fails. You really are THE dude
Armaan...stupid dude...stupid man...who's superman? Not you Armaan...no
superman! Shit man, why does this always happen with me? But God I love
her...she looks so beautiful...should I leave? Should I say something
first? Why isn't she saying anything? why hasn't she turned around yet?
Should I turn the lights back off? Okay maybe not..Ab kya karu??! She's
so beautiful...her skin looks so soft...OKAY Armaan, STOP!*
Armaan
didn't know how but somehow he managed to build enough courage to
finally speak... actually, he didn't... the words found their own way
running out of his mouth...and he soon heard his own voice speak, "Um...Riddhima...I'm Sorry...Mujhe nahin pata tha ke tum...I'm sorry..Main chala jaata hoon...",
he said as he turned around to leave. He felt a strong grip around his
wrist... It was Riddhima, she was holding him back. He wondered if he
had said something wrong. "Armaan, tum jaa rahe ho?", she asked innocently. *Tum
jaa rahe ho?? Oh God, what is wrong with me? Did I just ask him 'tum
jaa rahe ho?'...well yes Riddhima, he said he's going, toh haan woh jaa
raha hai! And jaana chahiye..he's in your bedroom while you're wearing
nothing but a towel!* Armaan was feeling more lost than ever but just nodded his head while saying "I'm sorry, Riddhima..." and carrying on towards the door.
"Armaan, please...stop. Sorry kiss liye?"
Now Armaan was sure he was dreaming. What did she mean 'sorry kiss
liye?'... he turned around, only to remember that she was in a towel. *Okay Armaan, tu toh gaya!! Armaan Mallik...stop it, please!*
he was once more lost in his thoughts... he bought his gaze up towards
her face, thinking he might be able to concentrate on the situation
better and actually solve it rather than dragging it & feel more
and more like digging a hole for himself this minute...but no... He
noticed the drops of water trickling down her face.. around her eyes,
making them glitter... on her cute little nose... her forehead... her
lips... She was so beautiful, and he felt so lucky to have her in his
life. Riddhima noticed Armaan staring at her and began to feel awkward
again. Embarassed. Nervous. Conscious.
Armaan realised he'd let the silence go on for too long so finally spoke, "Woh...maine
socha tha ke tumhe surprise doonga, tumhaare birthday par...I wanted
this to be your best birthday ever and main chahta tha ke main tumhe
sabse pehle wish karu... but pata nahin kyun, main kabhi kuch sahi
nahin kar pata... I've messed up......again.... haina, Riddhima?".
He stood there with the cutest and warmest smile on his face and his
hands in the pockets of his jeans. Riddhima felt her heart melt inside
her. He was so cute, so caring. She felt so lucky to have him. She
reached her hand out to his and bought him slightly closer to her,
still leaving a relatively comfortable distance, she kept hold of his
hand. Bringing her other hand up to his face and caressing his cheek as
she spoke softly, "Armaan, tum hamesha aise kyun sochte ho?
Tumne kuch galat nahin kiya aur kuch mess up nahin hua... Tum jab bhi
kuch karte ho perfectly karte ho...afterall, tum mere Superman ho
right?" Armaan smiled...truly, from his heart. He couldn't
believe how strong and beautiful their relationship had become since
they made up in July. He knew Riddhima was a lot more comfortable with
him now and nothing in the world could make him happier. He wanted this
moment to last forever. The same moment that made him want to dig a
hole and disappear just moments ago, now felt so perfect... all thanks
to his Basket... she broke the ice, even when he couldn't. She may call
him her Superman but he knew that his Basket was no less than
Superwoman.
"I love you Armaan...tum mere birthday par
mere paas ho... I'm really, really happy. Isse better tofa ya surprise
kabhi kisi ko nahin mil sakta. Thank you for the best birthday ever.." and with that, Riddhima bought Armaan's face closer to hers and kissed his forehead. Armaan closed his eyes for a moment. "I love you Riddhima, I love you so much".
On opening his eyes, he took the hand of hers that was holding his and
kissed it softly. Once again he couldn't take his eyes off her face...
the drops of water enhancing her beauty... she had no make up on and
yet looked so stunning...He traced her face with his finger... first
her forehead, then down to her lips... he realised she still seemed too
uncomfortable to kiss, so he moved slowly tracing down her chin and her
neck..he then put her hair to one side and kissed her bare shoulder,
then moving inwards to her neck, he left a trail of kisses, while his
hand softly made its way down her arm... all the while, Riddhima's eyes
were closed and her hand in Armaan's hair. Suddenly she felt Armaan
stop, but could still feel his warm breath by her neck. Armaan realised that if he didn't stop here, he'd get carried away, and he didn't
want to disappoint Riddhima, so he stepped back and gave her a
comforting and loving smile. Riddhima's gaze dropped to the ground...
She didn't regret what just happened between them..it had felt good and
she trusted Armaan completely...but right this moment, she felt awkward.
"Riddhima?", Armaan broke the silence. Riddhima looked up at him, "hmm?"...she wasn't sure what he'd ask or say, his tone didn't give much away. "Basket... tum sure ho na, ke aaj.. tumhaara birthday hai??"...Now Riddhima was confused, what did he mean, why would she lie... "Haan Armaan, aaj hi mera birthday hai...kyun?" Armaan smiled and answered back cheekily, "Kyunki birthday toh shayad tumhaara hai lekin gift toh mujhe mil rahe hai", he
winked at her. Riddhima blushed and looked away. She then saw Armaan
move across the room and pick up a bag from her bed, and then walk back
to her and hand it to her..."Happy birthday"... "Armaan! Ek aur surprise? Is mein kya hai?"... Armaan laughed, "actually
yeh surprise nahin hai... abhi tak toh aapne kuch dekha hi nahin... yeh
kuch pehne ko hai, kyunki main 30min mein tumhe kahin bahar le jaa raha
hoon...toh ab bathroom mein jao aur change karlo, okay? (he noticed Riddhima about to object) waise agar tum chaaho, to yahaan bhi change kar sakti ho...I can help you! (he winked at her again)"... "Armaan! Tum bhi na...aur hum is waqt kahaan jaayenge? Tumne kya kya plan kiya hai? Itna sab kuch ki kya zaroorat thi?" Armaan bought his finger to Riddhima's lips and spoke, "Shh Basket...bohat bolti ho.... bas ab jao aur change hokar vaapas aao...aage aage dekho hota hai kya" and with that Riddhima went into the bathroom and Armaan waited.
Edited by Preeti_285 - 15 years ago
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