What is love? *AR* ff PART 9 PAGE 27 - Page 4

wow yaar very nice FF

thanks everyone.....but none of u guys got the pic...lol its sumthing no one has guessed yet...😛

i alredy know it

the part was great👏👏👏.poor armaan is getting nice beating from her.hope he will survive.i think armaan is the groom,if not then maybe the groom will run away and armaan will marry her.there r soo many option in my mind i am confused.... 😕 .i hope everything will be cleared soon

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its amazing yaar superb
esp the chem b/w ur AR is brilliant i loved it👏
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part 3

She couldnt help but to laugh. They both sat and laughed for a long time, until Armaan saw her left over tears. Seeing this, he cupped her face and wiped her tears with his fingers.

"Waise jodi badi pyaari hai. Tumse shaadi karne waala to yehi ho sakta hai. Oh no wait, theres the real moron too."His expression became more gentle. 'Youre gonna find out who he is anyway, dont be so tense.'

'Armaan do you know him well?' she asked, sounding like a child who simply wanted reassurance.

'I guess you could say that. But hey, why dont I do something for you. Your mom should be home any minute, and the 'ladke wale' will be here tomorrow night, so why dont I arrange for you to meet him for lunch tomorrow"

"Ohh sneaky Armaan".She giggled. "You know last time I trusted you, I ended up in trouble, but right now you all the hope I have."

After completing her sentence, she realized that he was holding her hand. She didnt remember when he did that, but suddenly she felt hers in his warm hand.

"Armaan, aise haath pakdoge to unko bura nahi lagega? I mean I AM getting married." She said teasingly.

"Oh really Riddhima?" he said raising an eyebrow. He stood up and pulled her to the garden, his hand holding hers firmly. While walking, Riddhima tripped over a rock, making her scream in shock. She shut her eyes tightly knowing that this would be the reason her wedding will now be postponed, "Riddhima's back is broken"or "Riddhima's head shattered"or---then it hit her she wasnt on the ground. With her eyes still shut tight, she felt strong arms around her waist. Slowly, she felt herself being moved back to her feet. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see Armaan looking at her in a very serious way.

"Hamesha se main hi tumhe sambhal ta aaya hoon, aur tum kisi aur ko bura lagne ki fikar kar rahi ho"His expression softened. "If I thought of whether 'unko bura lagega' or not, then you would have been on the floor right now. It makes me wonder what your expecting from this guy. How are you sure he will take care of you, that you will be able to be friends, that you'll ever love him?"

"Love? "she said, her voice a bit shaken. She was still scared from what just happened. And Armaan's presence made her uncomfortable, in a comfortable way. What was she supposed to say? How would she know what love is? Her father and mother got married through love, and her father left her mother shortly after knowing about her pregnancy. The only reason she had a father today was because Shashank knew Padma would need help raising a child. For all Riddhima knew, there was no love. Just infatuation. Marriage is a promise to support eachother and family. Where does love fit?

She stared into Armaan's eyes while all the thoughts flooded her head. His eyes told her to believe that there was love, that she shouldnt take steps so blindly. They made her feel so weak that she could not speak.

Right then, the noise of a car pulling into the driveway came, and Armaan suddenly let Riddhima go, causing her to stumble. As she recollected herself, she turned to see that Armaan had disappeared.

"Mom!!!" yelled Riddhima, hugging her mother.

"I'm sorry beta, I wasn't here to pick you up. "'No problem Mom, I saw Armaan as soon as I got off the plane. I didn't know he was coming so early." She said trying to reassure her mother.

"Armaan aaya tha?" she asked slightly confused. This made Riddhima think about him and what happened right before now. Where did he go?

"Ok beta, whatever, you go inside and rest and we'll talk tomorrow. Good night." Riddhima nodded and walked in, still a little dazed. As she lay on the bed, thoughts flooded her mind. Why did Armaan say what he did. Of course she would eventually fall in love with the guy, so long as he loved her, and taught her what love really is. But what if he didn't love her? What if he didn't take care of her? What would she do?

A sound came from her window. She walked over to see what it was, when she saw an old bucket on her window ledge, connecting from the window in the other house by a clothesline. She remembered how she and Armaan used to pass notes when they were younger, when they needed to say something, or to annoy eachother. She remembered the time that Armaan put his alarm clock in the bucket and sent it over at 3 in the morning. His excuse was that he couldn't sleep. She remembered her reply, a book about sleep disorders and their dangerous effects. She also remembered the weeks to come when armaan frantically wrote her letters all night being scared that his next symptom would be loss of eyesight. She looked into the bucket to find a small piece of folded paper. The note read, 'Tomorrow, at 2, at the restaurant down the street.' All this emotion from what Armaan had done to her made her completely forget about HIM. Now it gave her chills thinking who this person could be.

She looked up to see Armaan sitting on the windowpane.

"Armaan! Get down!!" she screamed. "Armaan youre gonna fall! Armaan!!"

She continued to yell while a smile crept on his face. Cunningly, he let go of one hand, which was supporting him.

"Armaan!!" she screamed, realizing the furious tears running down her cheeks. He looked at her crying like that, and feeling guilty, began to put his hand back. But his hand slipped, causing him to slightly lose balance. Seeing this, without thinking, Riddhima threw the bucket, and it slid down the clothesline, pushing Armaan with its force right back into his room. Seeing this she began to laugh. She laughed so hard and saw him get up.
"You know what Riddhima, I cant wait til your out of there! That bucket caused so many problems before, and its still doing the same." He said, in a whiny way.

"Good night Armaan," said Riddhima while waving her hand.

"Yeah, good night," whined Armaan, clutching his stomach.

Riddhima got into bed and wondered why she was crying so much. It would bother her if someone was about to die in front of her, but her eyes were hurting because of how much she cried. She fell asleep with his words buzzing in her head. "I cant wait til your out of there." She frowned in her sleep.

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Originally posted by: swansea

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sorry sweety but its 2am here late at night

and i need sleep so i'll comment tommorow

it is really a good part and bucket idea is fabulous and thanks for pm,waiting for a big part

Awwww... Cute part... luvd... update soon...