Chapter 13

Part 8 B

Riddhima: Shut up and No. once I woke up, I was tied to chair, I shouted, and he was settled right in front of me. I asked him what this was. He very precisely told me I had to work for him. Maani was acting so different with me.

Armaan: Maani?

Riddhima: his nick name… given by me.

Armaan: people say right, Love turns people mad, blind and stupid.

Riddhima: Whateva… it was my first time, and… and I fell badly in love – so what it turned out all to be wrong Armaan…

Armaan: continue with the story please…

Armaan dropped himself on bed thought attentively listening to her.

Flash back.

(the Villan-Armaan, whom Riddhima called Maani; did will not confuse you people while you read.)

She withered, seeing herself tied up on the wood chair. Threads locked over her elbows, wrist, and legs parted, with lose not of thread around her neck.

Riddhima: maani, what do you want.

Maani: You would know all Riddhima…have patience sweety…. See this… the entire set –up.

Her eyes moved from left corner to right, she saw huge screens joint up together, showing different move of only one person on screen. While he kept his face right over her shoulder from behind, nuzzling his face in her hair,

Maani: that man Do you see it in the screen. He is Armaan Malik, owner of Malik enterprise. Our Target.

Riddhima: Target? Who are you Maani? What is happening Maani, aren't you Armaan?

Maani: no… I am not Armaan sweety. I am someone else whom you don't Know at all….

Riddhima: what do you mean! I am not getting you! Please free me at once from these threads! Why the heck have you tied me?

Maani: Okay, let me be straight to you sweetheart. I am not Armaan. My name is not Armaan. I came to your hospital on Purpose; I knew You were on night duty Riddhima I planned everything, your falling in love with me was all a bloody freaking mind play of mine! so I was and I am NOT in love with you. I used you for my own purpose and my purpose is this…. Look there that man! I used you to get him… you got it! You better!

She moved her eyes around the wall which she was forced to face. She again witness the screen showed every move of that guy, few people in black were operation this system of which turned to her spoke.

Maani: This is Raj, my partner in this plan. And also Armaan Malik's P.A.

Riddhima: what plan?

Maani: Now you are coming to important thing; and yes you would know… know all of it because you would bring my plan to climax….

Riddhima: what If I don't?

Maani: then…. You… see this Riddhima?

He pulled out a knife that was in a wave shaped, probably used for hunters. And Classsh!

Riddhima: ahhh.

Maani: please choose your words properly next time… or else, you never know.

He scratched the knife right near her chest. Blood oozed out dripping over her white sleeveless top.

Riddhima: how could you Mani… I loved you… and you… You used me.

Maani: some one said right dear, Love turns people mad and that is why today you are here, all tied up and at my service. Now shall we start or you want more scars?

Riddhima gulped started to hear his plan.

Flash Back Off.

Riddhima: he told me, I had to come here, and do all the act of wife, make you fall and take your property. And when I use to decline his offer I use to get scars over my body… he was so dreadful to me… so hideous… His behavior towards me changed in few hours… his and his friend Raj's torture turned so scary… after every passing day.

Armaan: here… you might want some. He passed on the tissue.

Flash Back.

Riddhima: I want water…..

She withered in that old crippy wood Chair, it was her 25th day here with them… the torture was at its peak. Her face dripped blood, her hair smelled blood, and her dress was soaked in blood.

Raj: will you be able to drink it by urself?

Maani: I doubt if she be able to go to washroom, man. They laughed at her mercy. While she cried.

Raj: but we have to end this now… Viv…sorry not the name Maani.

Raj laughed while Maani glared at Raj for almost spilling his name out...

Maani: yes we have to or else how would Armaan malik fall in love with a lady with scars… right Riddhima? ……anyway, so you know the plan Riddhima now right? Shall we get to it execution?

Riddhima: yes…. Yes please, anything that gets me out of here….

Maani: one wrong move… and you know what will happen.

Riddhima: Yes… I know…

Flash back ends.

Armaan: I am sorry whatever happened to you Riddhima. But… after so much torture… why did you tell me all of this? Why did you not go with their plan…?

Riddhima: I know, I wanted to… but then I met your father, your brother and your mom… they are all like my family…Armaan… I don't want to save my family at the stake of yours… I would never die peacefully if I do so… its better I give my own in saving others…

Armaan: so how did you come right in front of my car? How did you know It was my car?

Riddhima: Raj told him about your plans and Raj was tracing You. Every minute. Every second.

Armaan: yea he always keeps an eye on me when I am on drive. That son of b….

Riddhima: yea they drop me off few miles opposite road to your car and told me to run and they…. They started shooting near my feet telling me too run… to save my self from them… I ran…till I crash into your car.

Riddhima started to curl up like a ball, while crying…

Armaan: oh.. uhm… you wanna hug? …Ah well come here.

Armaan took her in his arms, while she cried her heart out, hunging over him as if this is the best place to seek for peace...

Riddhima: I want to go home and meet mom and dad….

Armaan: I would take you.

Riddhima: Thank you.

Armaan: You need hanky?

She sneezed and used his shirt to clean up.

Armaan: eww Riddhima. What was that about?

Riddhima: I am sorry, I was a bit emotional. She chuckled and coughs feeling a bit nauseatic.

Armaan: Whatever! This is my favorite t.shirt. I want it clean.

She blowed her nose while using his napkin.

Riddhima: what are you? Like 13? Here take your napkin back or else you would cry for it too..

Armaan: Riddhima, after what you did to it…. You can have it! I don't need this ever again.

Riddhima: Stupid.

Armaan: sick girl I ever met.

Riddhima: I am sad here.

Armaan: whatever. He pulled his shirt off him.