A/N- this piece of fiction follows DMG until the part where Sidhima got
remarried. After that I am assuming they lived happily ever after and
this is Arman's position one year later
For the record
large flatscreen tv was the most dominant part of the room. The man sat
with his eyes fixated on the screen, his jacket thrown unceremoniously
across the leather couch.
For the record the couch was expensive
but he could afford it. For the record he hated the color but brought
it to please the lady of the house. The incessant chatter that the
television brought in was a mild background to the house. He liked
watching the tv at a low volume. Off the record he hated it but he knew
it pleased the lady of the house and for the record he loved pleasing
He loved many other things- listening to the music, chewing
on gums when he looked at lab reports, eating food with an amused grin
as his wife sauntered around hoping she hadnt burned anything today.
For the record that happened almost everyday- he always acted pissed.
Off the record he hated the burnt food but loved the way she grimaced
when she realised she had burnt it yet again. He loved taking walks
with her as she chattered on and on about this or that. He loved
watching her hair fly here and there as she moved around the house
doing this or that. For the record he loved the contrast her silky
strands made on her ivory skin.Off the record that is what makes him
pull her closer to him and embrace her. For the record he loved her
blushes-Off the record he loved it more when she did more than just
blush. Mostly he just loved holding her-
Their mornings began
with his hair upon her face. And they tickled-For the record he always
complained about it. Off the record he loved her hair straying all over
him. Their work was pleasurable enough with intermittent breaks as her
messaging her with a mindless I love you- For the record he always
pretended that there was no need for her to say it all the time. Off
the record he always waited for those messages. An afternoon never
passed without her incessant calls for him to eat - he always said she
shouldnt bother but he couldnt stop the smile that every call brought
to his face.His evenings begin with a shout I am home and a chattering
of feet as his pretty wife came bundling down. The sight of her face
always made him less tired. For the record he never said that. Off the
record he always wished he could.
They had developed a tradition
of making awkward goodnights-something six months of married life
couldnt cure. He always slept in the right and she on the left. Men,she
says, they need to be right even when they sleep. He would remark
haughtily to that but it made him inwardly smile. It was when the
darkness came that he reached for her. He never touched her when the
lights were on and somehow she understood. For the record he didnt. Off
the record he wanted to. His passion never knew its bounds because -Off
the record he wanted her so much that it hurt. For the record he
couldnt never even admit it to himself. She often slept within his arms
when their passion was spent. For the record when that happened the
morning after was awkward. Off the record he loved it when it happened.
dinner is ready" came her voice. She sauntered in the room in jeans.
She looked anxious and confused. For the record he didnt comment on her
appearance. Off the record he found her adorable.
"I think I didnt burn anything tonight" she said brightly
Arman smiled " You still look very tensed Shilpa"
His wife shrugged " I think I might have forgotten to put salt in the curry."
lips made the most delicious pout. For the record he simply walked to
the table. Off the record he desperately wanted to kiss her.
they ate, they spoke about everything. But the defination of everything
was refined in their household.Everything meant everything excluding
Ridhima Modi.Her name was mentioned only in very dire situations and
that never happened. He knew it was selfish as Ridhima was her sister.
But he appreciated that she maintained the vow of silence. He often
wondered how he would feel if he ever went back to that forsaken place
called Sanjeevani.He was changed now- so many things changed. He was
not a compulsive romantic now and he never played pranks. He hardly got
time to play basket ball
For the record he still loved
basketball. Off the record he enjoyed playing cricket. For the record
he was not romantic anywhere. Off the record sometimes he realised that
the meaning of romance had changed for him. For the record Dr. Arman
Malik never played pranks. Off the record he rather enjoyed seeing his
wife play them
For the record he still loved Ridhima. Off the record - Shilpa somehow made him happier.
Edited by Neha_S - 23 June 2011 at 12:05pm