This is what I posted last time Sanju
Please bare in mind there's adult content in this fan-fic... please read at your own discretion.
Armaan expected the kitchen door to be locked. But when he turned the knob it opened at once and he walked straight in, fully antipating a cherry from Shenaz Bi and Umar Bhai, who were usually sitting here having a cup of tea at this hour. Much to his suprise the room was empty.
he paused in his tracks, glancing around then stood inhaling the marvellous smells. the air was redolent with the scent of mixed spices that brought memories of North Africa rushing back, of meat simmering and vegetables steaming and glorious mouthwatering aromas of a special gourmet meal in the process of being made. He knew it would be delicious feast tonight because Nikki (his cousin) was the best chef he knew, bar none. She missed her calling, he thought, as hurried across the spacious kithcen and went into the back service corridor.
A steep staircase led to the first floor, which was mostly Muskaan's domain, and then continued to the second floor where so many of the bedrooms were located. No security here, he diced anybody could've walked right in, just as I did and made it to the main part of the house. Everyone was going to get used to locking outside doors,or they would have Umar bhai to contend with. he sighed as he climbed the back staircase which long ago had been used by the servancts when the house had been staffed to the hilt.
It was a steep climb and he tought of those little housemaids of long ago carting breakfast trays up to the rooms. They must have been worn out by mid-morning. But the world was full of genuine inequities in those days; in certain ways, things had changed for the better.
On the sencond floor every door had a small brass plate with the name of the suite engraved, announcing Yellow, Blue,Crimson, or Gold and so on; this way of identifying each room by a colour had been Jiah Modi's invention and he had always thought it a charming idea. Finally he arrived at the Yellow Suite, tapped on the door and walked in before he was bidden to enter.
'OMG!' she exclaimed, 'you startled me!' She clutched the towel to her naked body as she stood and gaped at him. 'Sorry' he apologised and walked towards her his step determined. When he came to a standstill he took hold of her hand purposefully and pulled her into his arms in the most proprietary manner. Holding her close, he kissed her deeply, and then swiftly led her across the room.
She endeavoured to keep the towel around her, the expression on her face was one of uncertainty. 'whats going on?' she demanded quietly staring at him, trying to break free of his tenacious grip.
Not answering her immediately,he went on manoeuvring her towards the bed. 'now sit there, and stop struggling, i'm not going to rape you.' 'are you sure you're not?' she asked, but dutifully sat on the bed as he had suggested and watched him struggle out of his clothes. when he walked towards her she realised at once that they were going to be on this bed for some time, and that would mean they would be late for dinner. but she didn't have a chance to mention this, or protest, because he was on the bed next to her before she could even blink, and kissing her passionately. And of course, she immediately responded, ardently, matching his passion since she did love him with all her heart.
after a moment or two they stopped kissing, and he pushed himself up on one elbow, looked down into her face. 'i know what you're going to say, that we'll be late for dinner and all that stuff. but i haven't been alone with you for a week, and i do have the need to be close to you like this, and very intimate'.
'i know, i know' she murmured, her hand going up onto the nape of his neck and then reaching into his thick hair. 'i've missed you too, missed being with you, making love like this'.
Armaan looked down into her large, luminous blue-grey eyes and smile at her and then quite unexpectedly, almost involuntarily, he sat up with a jolt, jumped off the bed and went over to his clothes piled on a chair. a moment later he was back on the bed with her taking her hand in his. 'i wanted you so much i couldn't wait to get you in bed, but we've got the rest of our lives to make love. it's only once that a girl and boy get engaged'. he began to laugh. 'well let's hope it's only once' he said and slipped the sapphire ring he was holding onto her finger and then announced, 'now we are really engaged, Riddhima, and that's all that matters.
Riddhima sat bolt upright on the bed and stared at him and then at the third finger of her left hand, her eyes brimming with surprise and elight. 'thank you for such a gorgeous ring', and leaning forward she kissed him on the lips. 'and yes, we really are engaged.' there was laughter in her voice as she added, 'whether my father approves or not we're engaged! i certainly approve! oh yippee!'
Armaan laughed with her, enjoying her happiness, excitement and enthusiasm. 'i'm glad you like your ring.'
'i love it. oh, Armaan, you really have taken me by surprise, and it's all so great, and i'm so happy'. 'and so am i' he beamed with her. 'now let's seal our bargain with a kiss, shall we?'
she smiled back at him and her arms around his neck, pulled him down so that he was laying on top of her body. they kissed deeply, hungrily and they touched each other in intimate places, and swiftly his passion soared. and so did hers; she felt sudden heat rushing through her, and she clung to him, loving him ad then her legs went around his back as he entered her, and she cried out as she always did, as if she were taken by surprise. this thrilled him, added to his pleasure, and when she began to thrust her body vigorously against his he thought he would explode with excitement. within seconds they were moving toghether in unison, had quickly found their perfect rhythm.
after they had calmed down they took a shower together, stood under the running water wrapped in each other's arms. it was as if they were unable to pull apart.
but they finally did so, and Riddhima went into the bedroom to dry her hair and to brush it in shape. she was still wrapped in a towel, putting on a few touches of make-up when Armaancame back into the bedroom and quickly got dressed. then he sat down in a chair and watched her, loving her, counting his blessings that he had found her. yes, he had found is true love in this uncertain world and he felt very lucky he had. he was truly fortunate that this woman was a perfect fit in every possible way, that they were in tune with each other, so compatible.
after she hadput on a pretty muslin summer frock,and a pair of sandals, Riddhima swung to face him and said 'what is it? you sure are staring at me. Hard'. 'just admiring, darling, that's all' he murmured languidly.
she walked towards him, holding out her left hand. 'it's gorgeous, Armaan, isn't it? the most perfect engagement ring.'
'i think so, and you are wearing it tonight, aren't you? downstairs, i mean?' 'yes, if you want me to... everyone will know we've become engaged...' she paused, looked at him carefully, waiting for his reaction.
'naturally. but since we are actually engaged, why shouldn't they know? they're family yours as well as mine, now. and listen i don't want you taking it off, not even when you see your parents next week, okay?' his green eyes narrowed slightly, were piercing as they gazed at her.
'okay, okay' she answered quickly, meaning it but also detecting something in his voice and his eyes that would brook no argument
Armaan Malik stood in the lobby of the Dorchester Hotel waiting for Riddhima. Glancing at the clock above the revolving door, he saw that it was ten minutes to one and he knew that she would come rushing in at any moment. Riddhima was punctual. it was another characteristic they had in common, and it was one which pleased him.
he wished they were having lunch alne. the idea of meeting her parents had suddenly lost its appeal, perhaps because it had assumed such enormous proportions in the past few days. in fact, he wished they hadn't come to London at all. their presence was making her nervous and distracted; she hadn't been herself since their arrival.
initially he had said whatever decision she made about that was all right with him. but he had come to realise how much the truth really mattered. this train of thought dissipated as she came whirling through the revolving door, a smile illuminating her face when she saw him. he thought how pretty she looked in a loose, rather floaty frock made of pale blue cotton. she had on very high-heeled blue sandals, which made her appear even more willowy; there were smokey- blue beads at her neck and on her ears and these echoed the colour of her large, wide-set eyes.
'im not late, Armaan, am i? she asked, her smile wide and warm. he shook his head. 'early in fact. but where are your parents?'
'i told them to meet us here at one-fifteen. i just wanted a few minutes alone with you. i havent seen seen you since Thursday night and ive missed you' 'met too,you' taking her arm he went on, 'let's go and sit over there on the sofa, shall we?'
after being seated at Armaan's favourite table in a corner, he ordered a bottle og Veuve Clivquot and then sat back and looked at her, a smile on his face. 'you look beautiful, Riddhima' he began and then stopped abruptly. the smile slipped. 'you're not wearing your ring' he said, staring at her left finger. she stared back at him, her face suddenly colouring a bright pink. 'riddhima, you haven't told them, have you?'
'look, Armaan, please don't be angry,bit i just didn't dare say anything on Friday night. i hadnt seen them for months and dad was definitey in a peculiar mood, to saythe least, i didnt want to hit them with that straightaway. i wanted to wait until afterthey met you'
'oh, and does thatmake a difference to you? what they think of me? willyou change your mind about me if they dont approve?'
'dont be silly, of course i wont' she said in alow voice, leaning closer to him. ' you know i love you, that i want to spend the rest of my life with you. but my father's always been a bit... well, possessive of me and he's got to adjust to the fact that i'm not going home, that i'm going to be living in London. he'll have to come to terms with that'
'yes, he certainly will' his green eyesnarrowed darkly. 'please try and see it from my point of view, Armaan. Please, darling'
he sighed. 'i suppose i uderstand... well, a bit'
Armaan was surprised Shashank and Padma Gupta were pleasant and certainly her father didn't seem to be quite the curmudgeon Riddhima had made him out to be.
Armaan said, 'shall we order? i'm not rushing you, but i do like to have a leisurely lunch on sunday, don't you, Mrs Gupta?'
'i certainly do, Armaan!' 'i know this is one of your favourite places, Armaan, Riddhima told me. So what would you recommend?' Padma asked looking at her daughter's boyfriend,liking him a lot, liking his clean-cut good looks, his direct approach, his striaghtforwardness. She prayed Shashank wouldnt spoil things today by being grumpy and grudging with Riddhima, because shse intuitively knew that these two were very much a couple and that the relationship was extremely serious.
it was towards the end of the lunch that Armaan suddenly lifted his glass and looking Shashank and Padman he said slowly, 'i would like you to join me in a toast to Riddhima.'
all three of them were startled, especially Riddhima but they picked up their glasses and stared back at Armaan.
he said softly, in a loving voice, 'here's to you Riddhima the most unique woman i've met and my future wife.'
Armaan was fully aware that he had dropped a bombshell, glanced at Shashank and Padma and said 'one of the reason i wanted to have lunch with you both today is to tell you that Riddhima and i are engaged. i do hope you approve?'
the lovely little stone church in the village of Pennistone Royal was ancient, dating back over nine hundred years to the time of the first norman kings of England.
on this saturday afternoon, the first day of december, the weather was cold. but there was no wind and the sky was ice-blue and cloudless. the orb of the sun was pale, but it was shining and the day was pristine to these Northern climes.
Shashank alihted from one of the first wedding cars to arrive at the church and he helped Padma out, looking extremely smart in a dark-red silk outfit of a long slender skirt to her anklys and a trims fitted jacket embroidered with jet beads. everyone awaited patiently.
everyone turned around, here she came, the bride... in her cream gown in the tudor style, Riddhima looked beautiful and regal as slowly walked up the aisle with her father, with a slight bulge.
Armaan turned to see Riddhima standing before him, 'do you gurantee me your old age, Riddhima?' gazing up into his face, that face she come come love so much in the past year, she nodded 'i guarantee you forever, Armaan Mallik. i promise i'll be with you all the days of my life'.
tell me what you thought of it--> I'm a saddo right