Chapter 18

PART 13

Armaan looks at Riddhima and Riddhima looks at him. Both pass an angry look to one another. 'oh God…!' they thought. They both rushed into their room, while elders started to write down all the planning for the wedding.

Armaan: what the heck! I don't want to marry you.

Riddhima: even I am not dying to marry you. But logically, Armaan… we have to get married at the moment.

Armaan: is this a joke to you Riddhima?

Riddhima: Excuse me? Wedding is no joke for me Armaan!

Armaan: this is what I am saying! Damn it! They would get us married in freaking real! Do you understand, by that you would be my wife in all terms! You will be my responsibility in true sense! I will be bound and committed to you!

Riddhima: you don't have to be if you don't want to be.

Armaan: what the crap are you spitting?

Riddhima: shut up okay. I am not your dog, whom you would bark on like that! I owe some respect Armaan!

Armaan: whatever! Get that straight I don't wish to marry you, not even if you are the last woman on earth.

Riddhima: fine don't! Let your family die.

Armaan: You bitch!

Riddhima: You Dog! Scoundrel.

Anjali: hey hey… I am sorry to interrupt the most beautiful fight. Riddhima mom saying you come and live with us before wedding.

Armaan: What? No!

Riddhima: Di I can't! What is this wedding and all? Didn't I tell you we are in crucial moment? Are family is in danger!

Anjali: look Riddhima and Armaan. I don't wanted to go away at the first place – you both forced me, when Billy uncle came up with the idea, I didn't let go of it, as I wanted to be with you guys for a week or so. I know we are in danger, Riddhima. And I wish we face it together.

Riddhima: Di it's not simple as it sounds to you! And you know what… you are creating more fuss over here! Damn it! I can't even explain you.

Riddhima helplessly settled on the bed, with her head in her palm. Anjali walks up to her and hugs her tightly.

Anjali: forget about all the shit. Let's go – you would live with us for all rituals.

Riddhima: No Di I can't. Those bad guys have kept an eye on us. My every move can make them do anything bad! I have to stay here… with Armaan.

Armaan: Anjali… please don't ask questions, which we can't answer yet. You know it – they have pressurized her not to speak about it to any one – though you still know that something is wrong. And Riddhima can't leave m… I mean this house, any way.

Anjali: hmmm… I guess you both are right. Okay so tomorrow we have an altogether function, tomorrow morning, your haldi… then late evening mehndi plus sangeet. And after two days wedding, priest gave the date for wedding. And hence forth we would leave on the same day.

Riddhima: Di… I don't know if I want all this…

Anjali: come on riddhima. You tell me I need to go to Paris for mom and dad sake. Can't you just remarry the SAME guy for mom and dad happiness?

Riddhima: okay… Di as you people want.

Riddhima got up and went away in the gallery, to intake some fresh air.she didn't know what to do. She was getting to much involved in this mess. Every girl has wedding dreams, and here she was getting married to a guy, who doesn't even love her; a guy who is ruthless, arrogant and to egoistic for her, which she would never chose as a husband for sure. Riddhima clasped her hands together till Armaan came and stood beside her.

Armaan: you must be very happy as you getting a handsome hunk for yourself haan?

Riddhima: this marriage means nothing to me, neither should it mean to you! We are doing it for our families. And once the problem is sort, I would need a divorce from you.

Riddhima turned to walk away from him, when he grabbed her arm and pulled her close to himself. His eyes were blazing with anger, she gulped. She always hated him when ever he tried to manhandle her. She lowered her eyes feeling a bit scared, while he just stared at him,

Armaan: You don't tell me, what I have to do? Whatever this marriage means to you. For me, if this marriage happens - it would rightful marriage with you and me respecting all its values. So I owe some respect from you. I won't repeat it again Riddhima, like I have been doing. You better start showing some respect to me, or I know ways to make you do that.

Riddhima: Are you trying to harass me?

Armaan: whatever gives you peace of mind!

Riddhima: Look Armaan, you taking this marriage psycho to seriously okay. We are just marrying for the sake of our parents.

Armaan: I am not.

Riddhima: pardon? What did you say?

Armaan: You heard it right. And I don't intend you to explain anymore, after this.

Riddhima: Armaan, you owe me an explanation here. Tell me whats cooking up in your head.

Armaan ignored her, and grabbed a file. He was in a bad mood from start of the day. As last night he came to know the real truth behind all this trouble. Over top this girl infront of him was getting on his nerves.

Armaan: I sent that file to raj, signed.

Riddhima: What? What was in the file?

Armaan: it was transfer of ownership of one of my factory, in shimla on the name of Vivek Malik. Jerks gave away there life long secrets.

Riddhima: who is vivek Malik? And you signed it? You gave away one of your factory to him.

Armaan: that's not important for you to know.

Riddhima: Armaan why do hide things from me? First you not are telling whats your intention behind this wedding and now this! It's important for me to know damn it – what is connected to you at the moment, I am part of it and I need to know do you get it!

Armaan: Don't YOU GET IT HAAN! IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS DAMNIT

Riddhima frowned and moved back, his voice was filled up with so much furious that scared the soul in Riddhima to core. She has never seen him in so much anger, his breathes were so heavy and loud she could notice his shoulders moving up and down as he stood facing his back at her. She gulped and took a step closer to him.

Armaan: just leave the… room. We won't talk at the moment.

Riddhima: Armaan…

She kept her hand over his shoulder, trying to make him face. He was so much furious knowing the fact she still thought to just plainly ignore his words once again. How disrespectful of her, he thought. He turned and grabbed her shoulder pulling her to close to him,

Armaan: didn't you heard? I would harm you Riddhima if you don't leave now.

Riddhima: what is it Armaan? Please tell me…

Before she could proceed anymore, he kissed her lips, more off smashed his on hers... His lips were so rough on hers, she gasped and cried softly and he bit her lower lips before pulling it for a smooch. His roughness grew intense, she started to loose her balance when he clasped her waist in his arms. She tried to push him away, crying, making noises while he was kissing her, telling him to stop. But he wasn't stopping.

It was just his way, of forgetting the truth he came to know last night on the phone call while he was signing off the factory to him. He wanted her to soothe him in some way which would make him relax. He didn't knew why was he seeking calmness in her, but at the moment… he wanted her – and if pressurizing her into this would be all then he would even do that.

He grabbed her thigh from back while kissing her; pulling her leg up by making his grip on her thigh pretty tight. She gasped - she moaned. She was so dangerously close to him, she didn't knew how to push him apart, though somewhere deep inside her, she was getting aroused, her stomach was feeling butterflies and her parts were aching. She felt her head getting dizzy as his lips tried to make its way for his tongue, she couldn't take all of this… it was too new and too shocking for her. Her hands which were pushing his shoulders away a while back were now fisting his shirt in her palms, for support

Next moment she felt herself being dropped on something soft; opening her eyes she found herself on bed and Armaan on top of her. Glaring at her, with … more of lust, she concluded.

Riddhima: Armaan… please stop. You are going to regret this… I am sorry. I won't talk about that… just let me go.

Armaan: when I say consequences would be bad… Riddhima. They are meant to be bad. But now… now, I want you Riddhima. Don't stop me.

He tried to kiss her lips again when she grabbed his face in her palm, making her nails dig in his face. He angrily grabbed her wrist and banged it with bed.

Riddhima: what is wrong with you Armaan? LET ME GO! NOW! YOU ARE HURTING ME!

Armaan stared at her, reality came across him… he was forcing her, he thought. He notices her dry cheeks. He notices the cut on her lips, he felt bad at his behavior…. His grips lighten over her wrist which she felt and pushed him off her.

Armaan: Look I lost myself… and.. I am s..

Slap!