AR FF: MY Bride.5| New Thread pg157| - Page 90

Recap: Riddhima and Armaan found out that they were expecting a baby, Anjali was upset for not getting pregnant , though when Muskan delivered a baby boy, she resolved her issues with Riddhima, and tried to make it up for her bad behavior.

Armaan glared at Rahul, and stepped towards a crying Muskan, "dhek… chup kar… Muskan, you would scare the little champ of our family yrr." Armaan spoke and pulled the cot near her bed to which Muskan shut her mouth with her palm though her whimpers and sniffs were at its best. Armaan smiled and walk to other side of bed, very carefully he slid a hand around her waist, "if it hurts just tell me…! No need to shout. Just tell me to stop – and I swear I will stop." Armaan told her "okay?"He added, before proceeding to what he wanted to do "ya..e" Muskan replied, softly while gulping her tears down her throat, "slo..w." Muskan whimpered as her body began to hurt, due to delivery – Her pain was still new, it was just last night she birthed and A while a Back, Rahul had carelessly tried to make Muskan sit, which had resulted in hurting Muskan to Badly, due to Muskan's sudden shout and crying yelp Rahul lost his attention and carelessly left her on sitting position without providing any support to her back with pillow, which ultimately hurt Muskan even more and she was in no state to keep up with her balance. Afterwards, Billy and Naina walked in and made the situation more difficult, not calling the doctor or nurse they tried to wear the thinking cap and rush to help her out by making her lay down, she went through a bit more pain, until doctor and Armaan walked in worried hearing Muskan crying err yelling, while others panicking around her.

"Is it comfortable now?" Armaan whispered, Muskan just nodded, with close eyes, Armaan arranged the pillows at her back, and made her sit properly. "Kya huaa?" Riddhima spoke from door, "why is she crying?" Anjali stepped in, "relax guys…" Atul replied to the girls, walking in equally worried to see Muskan all teary... "I think we should empty the room it is too crowded up now." Naina muttered and walk out with Billy. "tu theek hai…" Armaan pulled out tissues from tissue box and cleaned her tears, as if she was a better "yea… I am better Armaan. Tu mujha apna bacha ki tarhan treat karna bannd kar!" Muskan faintly smiled and kept her hand over his, taking tissues from Armaan, who chuckled and stepped back. "Muskan jaan… sorry, I didn't do anything intentionally." Rahul rushed and stood right behind Muskan, "It is okay… Rahul… tu first time dad bana hai na that is why…!" Atul teased, to which Muskan laughed, and shuddered in pain at the end. "Its okay Rahul – u didn't want to hurt me – I know…" Muskan whispered, not looking at him as her eyes were close, "Riddhi… tie my hair, please." Muskan requested, "Yes I will… Muskan, par, tell me hua kya… what did Rahul do…?" Riddhima asked, feeling out of the place. "Ignorrre…" Armaan said, shaking his head, he pulled Atul and Rahul out of the room, to give girls some time to one another. "Anjali – I want my baby…" Muskan said while stretching her arms out. "aww… why not muski…" Anjali replied, smilingly. "I missed you Anjali – thank god you are back to us… esp. when I need my friends the most." Muskan said, clasping a hand of Anjali while Riddhima circled her arms around Muskan's neck.

Later in afternoon, Riddhima walks up to Armaan, who was settled on the bench with Rahul and was lecturing him that he should get more attentive when around Muskan and now when he has stepped into a new relation, of being a Papa – than it is high time he act like one. On the other hand, Rahul was listening to Armaan's every word very politely and quietly. When Riddhima kept a hand over Armaan's shoulder from behind, interrupting him, as she has been missing him from quite a while "Hi…" she whispered to him, locking her gaze with him, "hello…" Armaan smiled at her, gazing up at her, getting up. "Rahul… Muskan wanted to talk to you… she is feeling sad for shouting at you… Go on… be with her." Riddhima told Rahul, while breaking her eye contact with Armaan. "She isn't at fault – I should have been more carefully when I said I would help…" Rahul muttered and stood up to go into the room. "It is okay… Rahul. It was your first mistake, she has forgiven you already – let it go and enjoy the moment of being a parent." Riddhima patted his back to soothe him down.

"So…" he whispered, standing right behind her, she closed her eyes, and slightly leaned over him, with close eyes, "so … what?" she whispered back as his one arm surrounded her waist, "Acchu!" a pass by sneezed, making Armaan close his eyes in annoyance, while Riddhima distanced away, gathering the fact that it was a hospital not their room. "Why don't you go home…? Armaan, it has been almost 30 hours that you are here…! Go home and rest I am here!" Riddhima reasoned as she looks up in his red shot eyes. "nahh… I won't be able to sleep without you – so it is useless to go home!" Armaan commented while smirking, cheekily, standing close to one another while holding hands. "tou take her with you naa!" Anjali stepped out of the room to give the new parent a moment with the baby, "oh well I would love to…! Shall we leave, Riddhima." Armaan said happily. "shusshh! Armaan!" she pushed his hand away which he was tugging around her waist and pulling her, close to him. "Oh come on! Riddhima, go for a while na…" Anjali forced, smiling at duo's affection. "No Anjali – you and Atul should go and drop Armaan at home. Please… look at both of them worn out and seriously, it Is not Me who need to spend some quality time with my husband it is You, who needs to be with your man right now… you getting what I mean…" Riddhima said, "But Riddhima…" Anjali tried to resist the offer though her heart wanted to give in. "oh come on anjie… we know you are desperate to be with him, after such a long journey of separation…." Armaan stepped in…

"Armaan… I don't know..." Anjali whispered helplessly.

"Get Going Anjali…!" Riddhima commented, rolling her eyes, "where?" a voice boomed from behind Riddhima, "Hey Atul…!"

Riddhima wished, looking at him right behind her. "Hello…" Atul hugged her side way lightly, "so we were thinking; why don't you and Anjali go home and take out some time for one another?" Riddhima added, smiling widely. "Don't know, about her. I really need to go home, firstly I need to lie down, for a while and second I stink!" Atul commented.

"Bro you always stink!" Armaan couldn't help but snigger and grab Riddhima by her waist, and she smacked Armaan for being rude to Atul. "Shut up Man! It is you, who always stink, not me!" Atul frowned and tried to resist his annoying comments which he has been handling all of this all night long. "Riddhima, I am not going to spend another night with your annoying husband! He has just crossed the limit of my patience!" Atul added frowning deeper, to which Anjali and Riddhima looked at him amazed.

"Hey! I am offended!!"Armaan made face and then added "between we hadn't Spend a Night Together!" Armaan retort back, sniggering at his double meaning talk.

"Stop being Gross! Armaan!" Riddhima smacked him hard. "Okay you two get going!" Riddhima ushered Atul and Anjali to go. "Okay, I be back by evening" Anjali replied, concluding her decision. "Okay." Riddhima hugged and bid bye. "Bye Armaan." Anjali hugged him side way, "stay away from him, Anjie – I am pissed off at him – for a moment!" Atul tried to yank her away from Armaan, who just hugged Anjali harder to annoy Atul to bits "Shut up Atul – and stop acting like a paranoid idiot!" Anjali grinned and kept hugging Armaan to inflame Atul more, "FINE! Be with him – I am GOING!" Atul flamed and marched out while Armaan left Anjali while laughing, and she herself giggled while rushing after her crazy husband out of the hospital.

"Kya Armaan! Kyunn tang kiya Atul ko?" Riddhima shook her head, and tried to part herself out of his arms, but he didn't budge at all. "You won't understand! Coffee?" Armaan said, nuzzling his nose over her cheek. "Yea… let's go to caf! And for God sake – it is hospital, leave me." Riddhima said, smiling. "I never hold you to let go off you." He whispered kissing her cheek, to which she smiled and let him hold her close as they walk to caf.

While in the room, Muskan whispered in between their conversation, "……….And I am sorry too." He looks up, confused. "… uhmm I cursed you so much, sorry for that…" Muskan added, only to be shut off across by Rahul. His lips landed on hers, taking her into a sweet loveable kiss, which she happily reciprocated till the time the baby didn't cry out in hunger. Both chuckled and Rahul walk up to the cot and very carefully picked the crying baby…. "Here… he must be hungry I guess…" Rahul whispered, making the baby lowered down in her arms.

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One Month Later

After almost a month rest in Hospital, Muskan was granted to be taken to Shimla, through the hospital caravan sortta van, accompanied by Rahul and the baby. This hospital van was followed by two Prado cars; Armaan and Riddhima's car leaded. And it was followed by Naina and Billy in another car.

"I am so excited Armaan… it will be so much fun – with whole family living under one roof…" Riddhima spoke like she has been doing from last half an hour. "Riddhima… jaan… jaanuu… I know…. Bas… ab chup! CHUP!!!" he said, dramatically, banging his forehead with his one palm and from other handling the steering. Riddhima smacked his arm, and crossed her arms over her chest, in anger and pout her ever so beautiful lips to show her husband how much she was angry at him at this moment. Armaan looks at her for a mere second and smiled, showing off his dimples which would flatter anyone's soul.

For few minutes, car echoed with silence, and Armaan was noticing her every action which displayed her anger and with cute frown's every now and then… she turned at him and was about to speak, when she stopped and frowned deeper when she notice him grinning though looking right in front, and now whistling to annoy her more. "urggghhh!" Riddhima gritted in anger.

"hhaahha …. Oh God! Fineee! Bolo!!!" Armaan laughed and told her, "Go to HELL ARMAAN MALIK!" she shouted while Armaan just laughed his heart out and tried to mano-fy her, but daymnnn! Was she even in a mood to hear him out? No. she plugged her head phone through I-phone and closed her eyes to hear the soothing voice while Armaan shook her, tried to pull out the head phone out of her ear, but she was none less, she turned more stubborn and ignored him all the while.

Till A moment came, when she grabbed his arm, making him look at her. Her face turned pale, "Riddhima?" he spoke, with concern. Her eyes were darting out staring out downwards, while digging her nails in his wrist. "Jaan?" he probed her back to ease her, he was confused to see her going all more pale – yellowish. He switched on the indicator of his car, letting Billy know, he is stopping by, to which they slowed and stopped the car on a side. Riddhima felt her stomach quiver, and when Naina rushed and opened the door, Riddhima's instinct work and she stepped out of the car and vomit out harshly. Armaan twisted his nose, and stared at what she was doing, holding on to Naina's hand, who rubbed her back, "Arma…aan." He heard her whispered, with a sniff. And that was the moment, have gave damn about the disgust factor and rushed to her, grabbing the hand his mom held and soothing her back from other, edging Naina away, and she gladly stepped away.

After a while he called for a towel and water bottle, which Naina passed out to him, when he was about to wash her face, she pushed him away and threw even more. Armaan looked helplessly at her and went to soothe her all the more, his eyes welled up to see her like that, though he stood by her and took care of her until she finally gave up on the vomit and began to sob. Armaan made her stand, relaxing her back over car, and washed her face, with the water, she splashed it and coughed, but he kept on mumbling sweet nothings to her, in soft voice, knowing Rahul and Naina near him while Billy had gone to accompany Muskan and the baby.

"Okay Now?" Armaan whispered, cleaning her face with the towel. "Hmm…" she mumbled "I want to sit." She whispered, Armaan quickly opened the back door and told her to lie down to which she gave in without a word… because she needed to go and lie down… as she knew her body was pass away, any moment and it did. Armaan pulled a shawl from back tool and asked Rahul for a chip packet, which Rahul brought from the other car, quickly. Wrapping up the shawl over Riddhima he saw her going in to sleep, quickly. Smilingly, he closed the door softly and told everyone to get settled in car. Naina who was all welled up caressed Armaan's cheek with affection and went away to her car.

She stirred in her place, when she felt herself being picked up, "Armaan…" she whispered, feeling her head bang up with sudden pain, "go to sleep sweetheart…" she felt his dry one softly pecking her dry lips, she smiled and snuggled in his chest as she felt herself being carried away.

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Snuggling her face in the soft texture kept near her face, she determined it to be, Armaan's bare skin, and kept rubbing her nose at it, to end the cold that she was feeling due to winter season, smilingly – she tried to open her eyes, and view her sweetheart when her head throbbed again, clutching it, she mumbled, "Arma…aaan…" trying to pull herself up, when she heard a retorted back from a bit far end "Lie Down! I am in Washroom Riddhima! Coming……." She was disappointed at the fact that he was not the one near her, whom she was being so determined off. Anyways the pain was too much to think over him being next to her; she pulled herself up and clutched her head in between her palms.

After a moment she heard him stepping out of the washroom, and mumbling, "Kya hua ?" he rushed at her. "Armaan… head ache…" she sobbed, feeling her head blasting off…

Armaan at once turned worried and pulled her in his lap, strangling her legs, in process, but she willingly went and dropped herself in his lap, throwing her legs on other side of him; his hands clasped around her petite figure, gathering her all more close to himself. "Shhh… aree, Headache par koi rota hai kya Riddhima. Mai hoon na – don't worry, jannna!" he rocked in his position to soothe her down. "Acha ab ronna banda karo… aur eat this medicine." He stretched his one arm out to the nearest side table and nudged her to have it as she was trying to hide her face in his neck and ignore the medicine, "Armaan… phir vomit hogi…" she mumbled rubbing her dry lips over his neck.

He shivered, "nahi hogi jaan… this is too stop your vomit and head ache both… now have this!" Armaan said, making her part away from him and showing her the medicine in his palm. She reluctantly picked it up and was about to say when, "shussh! Trust me!" he whispered, pecking her lips, in daze she nods – blinking her eyes, she ate the medicine and drank water.

After about 20 minutes, Armaan tried to part away from her when he felt her clinging on to her; her arms tightening around his waist, tightly. "kuch tou hua hai tumhe… bohat pyaar araha hai aur vo bhi mera bina bola hee" he tried to sneak peak at her face, but she rather thought to hide it in his chest. "Armaan… pass raho…. Please?" she whispered, pulling herself up in his lap, and nudging her nose in his neck, down his nape…

"Pass hee tou hoon…" he whispered, falling for the beautiful moment. As he grabs her back, right at the spinal end area, urging her closer as if encouraging her to please him more. Her hands went up to his broad shoulders, exploring his hard muscular posture. And to this he turned a bit stiff when her hands began to travel down his muscular arms so sensuously – passionately. Though she has done that so many times but today it felt different to him – it felt way to much sensuous…. She was avoiding any sort of eye contact with him… somewhere deep down in her heart she was herself confused at her bold steps, but at the same time she knew her heart was the only one, who guided her all this while; she let out a grasp and than a sudden moan, loud, when his hands clasped her waist within her shirt and snap opened her inner wear with click of his two finger.

Her voices brought him back and that is when he understood the seriousness of the situation and pushed her down at bed making her lay down, while parting away from her, "Mama was calling me! Ruko I will be back with the food." He pushed himself out of the bed, "Armaan!!" she spoke, frowning in anger… "I will be back – Riddhima jaan… t-tum rest karo!" he wore his slippers and rushed out of the door, closing it with a thud.

"urghhh!!" she hit the bed, and her frown showed up even more when she thought about her own behavior why was she being so angry – why was she being all worked out; frowning deeper…. This has never happened in her entire marriage… she was the one running away from Armaan – and he was the one seduced her in moments. Pushing herself down on bed, making her head get bang with the pillow. She stared at the ceiling and a tear dropped from her eyes.

'Doesn't he love me any more…?' she cried, and then frowned – 'what the heck is wrong with me? Why am I being…? So… different! Oh god, I need some sleep!' she thought and pulled the duvet over her head.

Right outside, Armaan stood by the door, leaning his back on the wall with close eyes and fast heart beat… "What happened? Did she just seduce you?" Armaan heard someone and his eyes sprang open, "Sujhal – my bro! You are here! I deadly need an advice! That pregnant woman just Seduced me and it was hard, read my words, HARD to resist!" Armaan held his cousin elder brother by his arm and shook him.

"You are referring to your wife." Sujhal teased and Armaan rolled his eyes, "we need a boy moment! Let's go to roof!" Armaan pulled Sujhal all the way to upstairs at roof, while Sujhal just laughed at Armaan's panic and worried look.

Finally reaching there, Armaan fumbled and tried to join words into one sentence, along with this he was trying to get courage to speak about something to his cousin brother but he was bit shy to speak out.

"Let me put you at ease, No… you cannot do it! Not until she is at least 3 months or 4 months pregnant." Armaan bit his nail, and looks at Sujhal with hopeful eyes, "she is …almost 2 months pregnant – have to wait another month?" Armaan mumbled… "Yup….!" Sujhal crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yes Armaan! But you can't mishandle her – it might lead to miscarriage too… you getting – avoid as much as you can in this entire 9 months process – first baby always brings a lot of Risk! Okay…?" Sujhal asked before receiving the phone that had started to buzz, "Okay Armaan? Can I go now?" Sujhal rolled his eyes to see a daze Armaan, with pout lips, indicating how sad he is, "ya…." He mumbled with pout lips and walked downstairs.

Stepping in the room, he heard a soft snoring voice and his lips shaped up into a soft smile, placing the tray full of food, fruits, juice on the table, he walks up to her and settled near her. Smilingly, he notices how she had thrown her arms on other sides and all her hair were scattered on her beautiful face. He lovingly pulls her arms down and keeping it on her stomach, he pushed off all the hair off her face, and pat her cheek, "oye… wake up!" he bend his face over her, and rubbed his nose with hers and then rubbing his beard cheek with hers soft one to hear her gasp and moan , "uhmmm…" she twisted, "sonna dou Armaan…" she whispered, "Aree… raat ko sonaa… get up!" he pulled her up, only to make her fall her head over his chest, and then she moves her face up to his warm neck, "raat ko sona thodi hai…" she whispered, "kyu raat ko kyun nae sona?" he asked, rubbing her back to warm her up and to make her sleep rush away too, "raat ko tou… you and me… we will have fun naa!" she whispered biting his earlobe to pass her seductive message across to him.

"Tum shaitan hoti ja rahi hou Riddhima! Chalo utho aur khana kaho." He pulled himself up and picked her up in his arms, and carried her across to couch area and settled down on couch with her in his lap. "bohat kharab kar diya hai mena tumhe. Chalo ab kaho." Armaan started to make her eat, while she kept on lazily falling on him with tiredness.

"Bas ab tou sarri zindagi mera saath he guzarni hogi tumhe, you don't hold a choice." Riddhima smiled as she started to eat on her but didn't leave his lap.

After Lunch, Armaan was laid on bed with his arm over his eyes; when he felt Riddhima dropping down beside him really close and whispering in his ear, "I need a kiss." She circled her arms around his waist.

Armaan thought for a moment and then concluded that he should act differently or else she might feel aloof. So he thought to give in to the kiss, he turned over her, cupping her face – he kissed her rough, she probed and bit his lower lips roughly. He groaned and parts his lips away from her, staring in her eyes; he felt her beautiful hands clasping his face, her breathes came to a halt, her eyes closed down but Armaan had his eyes opened, as he wanted feeling - notice how passionately wild she was behaving at the moment, his heart beat was beating louder as his hands cradled her waist. All of sudden she seemed most fragile girl he had ever hold, turning her around on bed he leaned in, closing his eyes and finally pressed his lips to hers to reciprocate.

Throwing his chest weight on her he could feel her heart beat racing even faster than hers. Armaan has thrown his legs over her, carelessly, as he went into the heaven of love. Her throat was burning as cradled her colds hands across his neck, clasping it with love. The way she was kissing him today, was tempting him way too much for him to hold back, opening his lips a bit and slightly he took breathe against hers. Inhaling hers and exhaling his, for a mere second and that is when he knew her fragrance – her taste was getting on his nerve and one more step ahead would be too much of temptation for him to withdrew. Either move away or do it.

She felt him stop responding to most passionate kiss ever they have shared, frowning she pulled her face to kiss him when he withdrew even more avoiding her questionable eyes. "uhm?" she made a sound of confusion – she didn't knew what to say?

"We can't…" he whispered, kissing her forehead, he walks in to the washroom, and a tear sipped out of her eyes. She was unknown to why he was behaving like this too her. She thought they would have fun, and here he was running away? Why? When she doesn't have a problem then what the hell is wrong with him. She sobbed and got out of the bed, passing by the mirror, she halted and moved back to mirror and stood in a side pose and concentrated on her stomach. "I have not grown bulky yet – tou phir kya problem hai armaan!" she mumbled frowning, as she moved a hand over her abdomen to make sure she had a straight tummy as of yet.

She turned the knob of the washroom, and stared at him, he was standing under the shower with his clothes on, she frowned and walk up to him quietly and hugged him from behind, leaning her head over his wet back, as the shower dripped over her too and she started to get wet. Armaan was surely startled for a minute but then he knew it can only be her, and he placed his hand on top of hers, which had crawled right in front near his shirt buttons. Pressing her delicate hands in his, "You don't know what you are doing to me…." He whispered, helplessly as he places his forehead right at the front wall. "What am I doing to you Armaan?" she fisted his shirt in her palm and pulled them apart to let the button pass out and she could get the pleasure to touch his steamy bare body.

"Torturing me." He whispered, as he hastily turned and clasped her wet posture in his firm palm – and as he took her in a wild kiss. A slight sigh escaped her lips, the heat of his body caressed hers letting her know this would kill her surely one day. He pulled her in the centre of shower sp that the water run over her too. He probed her lowers, which did nothing but build special sort of tingles in her soul. She shivered and felt twinge in body and she grabbed his hair in her fist, in a way to drew him closer, even his fingers continued to work over her skin, all the more, her moans, soft cry's made it more difficult for him.

He felt her hands working the button on his shirt. "We always end up doing what we really want…" she whispered, as his hands pulled her shirt down her shoulders.

"Indeed," he sighed and swoop her off of her feet in his arms, and walk out of the room dripping the room carpet. She nuzzled in his warm neck, as he lowered her on bed, and pushed himself away, sadly. "Where are you going Armaan?" Riddhima frowned pulling her up on with the help of her palm. "Riddhima we need to talk." He spoke softly though in this silent room it was clear.

"What…" she whispered and her tears welled up, "I know what you want to talk about! You… you… you don't love me anymore? Par kyun Armaan? Mai tou achi hee hoon… abhi tou moti bhi nae hui aur tum? Tum kisi aur sa pyar…" Riddhima rumbled and step out of the bed,

"Oye… break laga." He chuckled and wrapped her head with towel and ruffled it fastly. "Ahh… kya kar rahe hou!" pause, "ARMAAN!" she pushed his hand off her hair. "Riddhima change karlo phir we will talk." Armaan said, smilingly. And he passed her a warm cotton gown, "I am changing in washroom." He turned away and rushed into washroom before even she could speak

As he stepped out of the washroom wearing cotton checker shots and a white plain shirt; he notices she was lost in her thoughts with her knee pulled up. Her trance also broke once she felt him sitting near. No matter what, he had to understand one thing that she was still not meant to be in this position at this age of 21.

"Riddhima… you know na you are pregnant." He started, and saw her responding with a slight frown, "we can't do it, it ain't right for the baby." he stated, "who said so Armaan?" Riddhima retorted, "excuse mat bano – u can straightly tell that u ain't interested in me anymore. Ab tou Riddhima pregnant hai – she ain't capable of loving the way she use too, tou ignore her and find another. Right? I know it, Armaan. Stop making Excuses." Riddhima burst at him. "What rubbish!"Armaan stated, "Dheko Riddhima Sujhal told me, okay. He said it is Harmful for the baby." he restated the truth.

"I don't believe you." She replied stubbornly, no matter how much she felt like believing it but she wasn't going to admit it, call it hormonal change problem.

"God! I swear on our baby Riddhima, why would I lie." He stood up, and seethed out the words. "Par, Armaan… I had seen Muskan and Rahul making out lots of time at different places at home. She was pregnant at that time too." She told looking down sadly. "Sweetheart, they might have the courage to stop what they start. I don't have the capacity to stop when I get started with you. Believe or not, whenever u got close to me, u had always ending up burn. I don't want our baby to survive under her passion. Do u want to chose your desires over our baby Riddhima? I don't." he spoke giving her his back as his hands clasped tight on other sides of his waist.

"I love you too much Armaan…. Aur recently I have started feeling really insecure. I nee..d you." She said with trembling voice and lowered eyes. Her voice touched across his heart and he took her in his arms. "We will be together Riddhima, we just have to control over her desires and avoid sexual relationship as much as possible." He stated kissing her hair to reassure he was with her and he will be with her no matter what.

"Avoid, that means, sometimes?" She asked innocently in a whisper. "Yes but not before you are almost 3 or 4 months pregnant. And Sujhal told that we have to be a lot more careful because it's our first baby, it brings lots of complications.

"Oh..." Riddhima mumbled and hugged him close, "that is going to be difficult." She added, rather blurted out unconsciously, "Tell me about it." He sighed, and pushed himself out of the bed.

Next day

Riddhima sat wrapped up in her comforter, shivering as it was cold in here and Armaan said he would be back with the breakfast. Soon enough she saw him walk in with a grin and tray full of impressive items of breakfast items, and soon spread over the bed, around her. "Armaan, that's really not compulsory," she said, "I could have come down and have my own breakfast… when I feel up for it."

Morning had been quite bad for her, she has puked all around the washroom place, as it got uncontrollable – and she had no say for anything to eat due to this morning sickness. Though she was surprised, Armaan had rushed in the washroom the moment he heard her wail in disgust not caring how disgusting it was, he opened up the shower and cleaned her up in a minute, and told her off that she should had have woken him up and help her change into warmer clothes, while Servants were called to clean the washroom and get the odor smell out of the washroom and the room too, so that Riddhima won't feel nausea any further.

She sat crossed legged on the bed, and check out all the food items that he had brought, "Mom has send, Scrambled eggs and plenty of toast with your favorite jelly and orange juice Madam. And she said, if you want something else do tell, and she said, empty this all esp. the eggs, which would keep you and the baby warm in such cold weather. Hearing a knock Armaan ordered the person to walk in,

"Sir, Madam sent some fresh sliced apples For Ma'am." The servant referred to Naina. "thank you, will that be all?" Armaan asked, "yes sir," The servant replied, "You may leave then…" Armaan said, joining the fruit apple the other items.

"Uff Armaan how would I eat so much," Riddhima rolled her eyes, "and I am not even feeling for it, you know what's the reason to waste when I have to throw it all in end." Riddhima spoke logically. "Shut up Riddhima, and get started with it already, I have a phone call to attend, from office," Armaan stated leaving an huffing and puffing Riddhima behind, who punched over toast and eggs.

"Armaan come here and sit here with me, please…" she called him as she heard him ending his phone and sitting on couch, "You remember what we discussed last night right?" he showed off his most spectacle expression. "I remember what happened last night Armaan, I … just want someone to share my breakfast with me and then I will get dress and we will go out. Promise." She replied, pulling a strand behind her ear, to which his eyes narrowed.

"Get dressed, where are we going?" he asked, blowing the strand of hair out of her face in complete annoyance, "This room is erecting me, going out would stop me from thinking things which I am not allowed to do," she spoke grinning down at food. He settled beside her and ate along with her, "that's a bit of an exaggeration, but u what I understand when are told not to do something, we get to much impatient to just do it." He remarked, chuckling.

"Not that I am complaining about it, after all it's about our baby so I guess we have to just hold on to our horses." She spoke, much more maturely over the sensitive issue. He pulls his hands up dramatically, "OH my lord, was that my little tiny winy Riddhima say so… who was so desperate last night," he teased, nudging her ribs,

"Oh shut up, haven't u heard about hormonal changes Armaan Malik, "She blushed remember her courageous behavior. "Oh I forgot one thing Armaan!" she seethed, "what?" he asked,

"I need a dress, for today's party held for our newly parent, Muskan and Rahul, we have to go for shopping today," she started to gobble her food in hurry, "all have been taken care of Jaan." He said, "All you have to do is relax, take proper rest, enjoy you day and dress beautiful like you always do." He stated while eating his last bite do right now." As always his words worked and left spell bounding effecting on her…

"Okay but I still want to go out…" she stated, she stared at him for a second, "what are you thinking? Are you up to something?"

He made an innocent look, "what do you mean?" she puts her fork down for a moment, "I know that look of yours Armaan, spell it out, what's happening that I am not known too, you have not let me step out of the room too." She spoke; He smiled wider to what she said.

"I am not up to anything, what I could simply be up to jaan, I am sitting right beside you…" he pecked her cheek; she rolled her eyes at his stupid explanation.

"If you are planning something else except Muskan and Rahul's party just tell me." She spoke making her lips pout, while his faced changed and mischief was displayed through his blue eyes now, "well you caught me… but it's a surprise, you would get to know about it later on…" now that created interest in her, "Surprise what surprise? Armaan tell me." But he didn't budge about it. "You will find out later – finish your food and get ready, we going out…" he said, rushing out of the room.

Riddhima meekly eat all of her breakfast and it did settle down, much to her relief, she was glad that it didn't vomit out – and all this morning sickness had worked her up more that was the baby getting the needed food for growing, though doctor assured that it's all normal as her body is trying to get adjusted with the new settlements and this all would soon pass away.

Smiling she started to think once the new baby comes into being, she had chose the room for the baby too, though she had told Armaan straightly that they would keep the baby in their room only for basic years the baby's life but the nursery of the baby shall be made, but now she worried at the thoughts. And she got out of the bed to get dressed talk to Armaan about it.

Walking down the stairs she saw few labor walking up the stairs with the woods, she could even smell the fragrance of wood, as a labor passed by her side, the fragrance was so enchanting as if I was cut through a while back only. "Mama where is Armaan?" Riddhima kept a hand over Naina's shoulder, who was talking to a servant related to sweet's for today's Muskan Rahul's baby shower party.

"Oh Riddhima! How are you beta? Do you want something?" Naina asked, "I am fine mama, and no I had the breakfast. You sent upstairs." Riddhima added, "Completed the entire course?" Naina asked suspiciously relating the breakfast, "off course mama, complete." Riddhima giggled. "Vomited after it?" Naina interrogated, "No mama, won't I be crying at the moment If I had vomited." Riddhima giggled again, "thank God, finally something went down in you. "wese mama what is going on?" Riddhima asked, "Baby shower party preparation Riddhima," Naina said, as it was obvious. "Yes, I know that. Par I saw some people lifting wood logs up the stairs," Riddhima spoke, frowning.

"Oh that, vo tou Armaan…" Naina halted, "Mom! Don't you dare spill my secret?" Armaan walk out of nowhere. "OH God! Armaan, You scared me!" Riddhima kept a hand on her racing heart. Naina shuddered and walks away to see other arrangements.

"Come I will show you what I am up to!" He said, "You mean, The Surprise is getting disclosed now?" she teased, walking with him entwining her fingers with his, "yes as my dearly wife don't have a thing called patient…. Though neither do I have that… come I will show you." Armaan walks excitedly over the stairs with her.

"Armaan I need to talk about something really important." She started, "Yea?" he asked, smiling at her, "Armaan we here in Shimla… tou, how I will I set the room of my baby, I wanted to do it myself Armaan. I … I mean, if I will be here till the pregnancy tou the room would never be arranged." Pause, he was about to interrupt, "I know, I have a filthy rich husband, who is a prince of name only of a state, but the thing is I want to do it with my OWN hands, I want to shop myself, like… Muskan use to do." Riddhima mumbled, in nesting close in his chest, sadly.

"Firstly, I ignore you the 'Prince name thing' rubbish, and secondly, that's the surprise wifey, I knew this would be coming from you – so I was already prepared with a solution to your problem." Armaan tightly squeezed her in his arms, "Really Armaan?" Riddhima asked, looking up at him with hope and happiness in her eyes, "Really jaan, now turn around and open the door to this room," He whispered kissing her forehead,

"You saying as if this door would lead me to our house in Mumbai," Riddhima rolled her eyes and stared at the door that was right beside her room, "May be." He whispered from back and she passed him a shock look and turned the knob open,

"OMG Armaan, This looks simple the same as we started it at the home back in Mumbai. Don't tell me you were making the servant do the same work that I did there," Riddhima spoke shockingly to see the same animals drawn on walls which she had chosen on the walls at the home back in Mumbai. She choked and saw the bed being made with fresh wood stick, "And the bed is in progress jaan, it will come out same as you have designed chosen a design right back in Mumbai." Armaan kissed her cheek from behind. "Are they working there too Armaan?" she whispered,

"Yes work is going on both side, but now whatever you would buy like be it clothes, stuff toys – baby items, you have to buy twice of it, so that we can transfer it to Mumbai too." Armaan spoke smiling widely. "Armaan, our child will be a spoil brat!" Riddhima shook her head, "I don't mind, if the baby turn out to be like father" Armaan commented,

"You are one of kind, you know," she cupped one of his cheek, "and I Love you for all of this, you know, you being a namely prince had surely help me earn a lot of fairytale things, I am happy to be the princess of this prince, and this palace." She whispered, looking deep down in his eyes, "and I am glad to know my highness, my princess is happy, because that's all I want…" he whispered and pressed his lips on hers, grabbing her waist by circling his arm around her and pulling her closer..