Chapter 1

hi,friends. I am ramani,this is the first time i am trying my hand on one shots. I don't know how the story is,so please do read it n comment.

It's Christmas eve,everyone are happy,busy shopping for the festive, ready to enjoy the day with family n me, i am here alone with no one by my side. How i wish to have a family now. slipping onto the couch with hot tea i have photo album in my hand . " how i wish i had a family, but unfortunately lost everyone. my mother died giving birth to me n my father loved her so much that he couldn't digest her death that he too died leaving me alone with a lot of property on my name. i grew up in the care of my nannies as both my parents were abandoned by my grandparents as they married against their parents wishes. But then i had padma aunty,my momma's best friend who was caring towards me but she can't live forever with me as she had her own family to look after but at weekends she used to come with aryan uncle and anjali,their daughter.

Anjali n me became very good friends,actually we were like sisters n most of the time were together. i think we were in 10th when aryan uncle passed away, i requested aunty to move with me into my house as i needed someone n they too needed. However she gave into my request n that was the happiest day for me. Anjali n i designed padma auntie's room n anjali shifted into my room. i was happy i got someone with me to share things,we shared everything,our happiness,punishments we got in school for mischeifs,scoldings from padma aunty whenever we did something wrong,we fought with each other,had pillow fight n we did everything that sisters do,those memories are still fresh in my mind n these photos bring those moments back to me.This is when we topped in our school n padma aunty threw a party. later we joined the same college, it was in college that i met people who were rich like me they were very much different from me. i was shy,timid but they were too much confident,i wore chudidhaar while they were dressed in western dresses showing their grandness,they were very much proud of the wealth they have got,strong headed. they were hard,had style in them. i was attracted to that style of living,they were dominating, i wanted to be like them,may be that was the wrong thing i ever did that i lost everyone angie,padma aunty n my love armaan. I was so much attracted to that style of living that i joined their group,anjali didn't want me to join them but then i didn't listen to her,initially she joined me but later she didn't like the extreme things that the group was doing like treating other's like nothing,abusing them n then late night parties n left accompanying me. it wasn't like she didn't try to stop me from joining them but i didn't listen to her,it was like i really wanted to be with them,maybe it was like a teenage passion,teenage that age that decides your destiny,in which one decides what he wants to be n works to achieve that goal,teenage the age when one is more prone to get attracted to things that can later just destroy your life. i think i have just overlooked that power of teenage.

We were in our third year when he came as the transferred student he wasn't charming or handsome but was simple,decent looking,the type i was when i joined college.He wore glasses as he couldn't see without them.the first day he entered college my groupmate Nikita who was very famous for her taunting manners n most importantly for her handling of the most famous batch in the college Nikita abused him for his spects,his looks,his personality n called him names. At that time i felt a flush of anger,i felt my blood boiling,i didn't knew why,we did it with every new member to the class,sometimes we even jeered anjali,who just neglected us all,but this time why did i feel angry or was that his look he gave me as nikita talked to him,wasn't it natural as i was sitting infront of him,i didn't know why i felt a tinge of pain somewhere inside me. Later he joined anjali's group in the class,anjali by then had her own bunch of friends among them were atul,Rahul and Muskaan. I was happy for anjali as she got good friends some unlike mine,who were more self-centered. I started hating the batch i was in by then but i feared turning back,i feared what other's would think abt me,what anjali would say,n how my own group would look at me if i left them,will they look at me the same way they treated other's or would they be more bad towards me,i started having nightmares. In these nightmares there was only one good thing that i saw,that was him his face,the smile he casts to me everytime he see's me.The look in his eyes when he looks at me. I have found him staring at me a lot of times in the canteen,though i looked angry outside, i felt happy n gush of new feeling's inside me, i think he also understood it as he never stopped staring at me though i gave him many of my killer angry looks,he seemed least bothered abt them.As days passed by i started liking him much more for the type of person he was,he was calm going,decent looking,caring,he proved to be a good friend helping Rahul n Muskaan in convincing their parents abt their relationship,he was softspoken,n was great with kids(once i overheard him speaking to his sister sapna's daughter minnie)he was a total kiddo with her.with everypassing day i liked him very much,i was determined to get rid of my group,they had bynow become very naughty,they were crossing the limits,i tried avoiding them but they didn't just leave me, i thought it best to be with them to avoid getting into problems with the group,may be at the end of the college i culd get rid of them.The farewell party after our exams was the most memorable day for me,he asked me for a dance,i just put my hands in his n followed him,i felt like i culd just follow him blindly,i had this unknown faith in him n his eyes conveyed it too,they said leave it all,be with me. i just putoff all my turmoil of the day n danced with him with my head resting on his chest n his arms around me,i snuggled more close to him feeling secured in them.

Now after 2 years after the farewell i am here in london handling my business, far away from everyone. That night after the end of the dance,i ran away from the college not able to hold myself any longer. I decided to move to london, i culdn't be with the batch as i hated them,couldn't be with anjali and aunty as i feared even looking at them,it wasn't as if i feared them scolding me,but it was just i can't face them now,i was ashamed of myself,my behaviour. I couldn't even stand before them. And abt him,i feared being close to him,may he would too hate me soon, i couldn't tell him abt my feelings without knowing his,may be he was just being friendly n nothing else,maybe he never felt anything,maybe it was just his natural instant,n again here i thought of other's what they would think abt me n him together,aah all these thoughts just drove me mad,i thought of putting an end to this n flew to london.I have not made friends here fearing my judgement again n i am here alone on this festive season with no one by my side. i called to anjali n aunty several times but never dared talk to them, last time i heard abt was,anjali getting married to atul,the guy from college,he was sweet,cute,quiet funny too,i just feel he is a perfect match for her,i knew he would keep her happy.

*tring**tring*

aaaah,this doorbell,these kids i tell you,i don't know what pleasure they find in ringing the bell n running away,today i am gonna catch them. I opened the door to realise my beautiful dream standing before me with a huge smile from ear to ear.He looked more charming now,n then he had no spects,can he see me i wondered,maybe a little bit aloud that he answered "yes riddhima,i can see you,don't worry i have my lenses",i was embarresed ,what was i doing wondering aloud."will you not invite me inside"he asked."i,i..."i was short with words,my heart on full swing i gave him way into my flat."how,is that you are here?" i asked breaking the silence that has been between us for the last 20min,handing him teacup."Riddhima,i want you to come out with me ,will you?"he asked looking at me a little bit hesitantly."ya,i will"i answered determined to not to bring in my doubts abt how he found me n other clarifications,i don't want to revisit the past,maybe he too understood it.

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"Awww,i love you armaan" i hugged him one more time. An hour back he proposed me,ah i can't forget this day,after he asked me out he took me to a church first later to his apartment where he was staying searching for me.He had it all decorated with rose petals,n candels giving an aromatic touch. I was surprised looking at it as turned to face him i saw him kneeling down, a ring in his hand "Riddhima,the first time i saw you outside the college i liked you,but the day i saw you with your batch i hated you for joining the batch but later i saw the true riddhima,the caring,fearful of world n childish,i fell hopelessly in love with you.i wanted to propose you on farewell day,but you gave me no chance,you ran away from my life,n now i want you to run back into my life forever and ever,i want to spend my whole life with you,have children with you,riddhima will you marry me?" he asked. i was dumbstruck,this was what i wanted to listen to but it was all of a sudden,i looked at him for i don't know how much time n he patiently waited for my response. what could i say, i was full happy i slipped my finger into the ring,he too happy hugged me.N now we are in his flat watching kuch kuch hota hai,feeling kuch kuch for each other. He made me talk to anjali and aunty,they have forgiven me n were happy to talk to me. Now i am going back to India to my family,this was the best christmas gift i have ever got.I will never forget it.

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"And this is our marriage photo,31'st december 12:00pm,we decided to marry on that day as we wanted to start a new life in the new year. See my bridal dress i look beautifulna, your father is ok in that dress, n this is you,my dear khushi,"i showed the photos to my 1yr old darling khushi. it has become my habit to show her our photographs n tell my tale to her."riddhima,not again that photo session yaar,khushi will get bored,kyun khushi?",hah,here is my darling husband armaan mallik,always telling the same thing n what my daughter smiling shaking her head."she is my daughter she will not get bored seeing it,haina khushi?" i asked as my daughter shaked her head vigourously laughing."hello,madam she is my daughter too aur woh bore hogi"armaan retorted

"nahi hogi"

"hogi"

"nahi hogi"

"hogi"

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.............they fighted as khushi looked at them laughing and creating a small rampage on the bed.

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Hello! no more peeping into their lives. Give them a break yaar,destiny has decided for them to be together forever n ever whatever she might have done destiny has decided this for her,to have a fighting but loving husband armaan n a loving daughter khushi.

thankyou for reading,n please do comment. You are free to criticise,pick out any mistake present in the story.Please feel free to comment,i won't punch you from computer if you criticise,please please do comment.

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