I'll Love You Longer Than Forever

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Three

The next day was baby's day in, as Armaan was fondly calling it. Basically, it was the one day that he'd kept aside for them to relax at the hotel and do absolutely nothing but stay in bed and order room service. Riddhima was extremely grateful.

While they'd been enjoying their time in Amalfi a lot, going out everyday had been tiring. There was never enough time to do everything they wanted, but a day in bed sounded absolutely heavenly. She wouldn't even have to change out of her nightwear and could lounge around in one of Armaan's too big tees for the entire day. That sounded even better.

They started off their day with breakfast in bed. Riddhima had ordered an assortment of snacks for them, ranging from healthy options like fruits to very unhealthy options like ice-cream. "Ice-cream for breakfast?" Armaan laughed when he saw it.

"And?" Riddhima questioned, raising a perfect eyebrow.

"And nothing," Armaan conceded. "Clearly, you are correct. Ice-cream for breakfast sounds awesome!"

"Good boy," Riddhima replied, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"BASKETTTTT!" Armaan whined. "Mat karo!!"

Riddhima giggled. "But you're so cute, baby!"

Armaan rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Ab naashta karein?"

"Haan! Bohot bhook lagi hai!" Riddhima exclaimed. They dug into their food with gusto, taking turns to feed each other.

"Baby, tum yeh taste karo," Riddhima instructed, shoving a bite of the mint chocolate chip ice-cream in his face.

"No way!" Armaan exclaimed, moving away. "That tastes like toothpaste. Main woh bakwaas flavour nahi khaane wala!"

"Hawwwww!" Riddhima exclaimed. "Tum isse aise toothpaste bolke iski insult kaise kar sakte ho? It's so good!"

"Toh tum khao na! Mujhe mat khilao!" Armaan said. "Tumhaara mint chocolate chip tumhe hi mubaarak. Main normal logon ki tarah butterscotch mein khush hoon."

"But butterscotch is so boring," Riddhima wrinkled her nose. "Mujhe laga tumhaara favourite flavour thoda exciting hoga!"

"Exciting?" Armaan questioned, confused.

"Haan! Jaise ki… I don't know… Papaya on Chocolate, ya maybe woh Guava with Chilli. Aisa kuch," Riddhima explained.

"That sounds like a hate crime," Armaan announced. "Aise flavours bante bhi hain?"

"Haan," Riddhima told him. "Bilkul bante hain!"

"Lekin ice-cream mein mirchi kaun daalta hai?!" Armaan cried. "Ice-cream ka poora point hi hai ki it's dessert! Since when is dessert spicy?"

A second later, he added, "Wait, no. Don't answer that. I know when it can be spicy. Lekin iss context mein!"

Riddhima guffawed at his words. "Dirty mind!" She exclaimed. "Main waise nahi soch rahi thi."

"Jhoothi," Armaan stated, his accusation having no weight compared to the wide grin on his face. "Tum bilkul soch rahi thi!"

"Just because tumhaara dimaag poora din gutter mein pada raha tha, iska yeh matlab nahi ki sabka rehta hai," Riddhima replied primly.

"Agreed," Armaan said. "Sabka nahi rehta. Lekin tumhaara toh rehta hai, sweetheart."

"Tumhaari hi company ka asar hoga," Riddhima stated. "Agar tumhe aisa lagta hai toh. Jo, by the way, you're wrong."

"I'm not," Armaan insisted.

"You are!" Riddhima protested.

"I can prove it to you!" Armaan said.