°o The Kill o°| AR Part 26(12/02) - Page 42

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Part 21-3 - Murderer

Armaan helplessly watched the motorcycle drive off and unknowingly with the most clich discription; he felt something hurt in his chest.

& He didn't like it one bit

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Riddhima gazed into the rear view of the mirror as Armaan's body outline grew hazier and farther away.

She had a feeling.

A horrible one.

Something in the back of her mind told her that he was there for a reason. Something told her he was falling for her. Hard

She sympathized him. But he needed to understand, the quicker the better.

She could never love him…

She couldn't love anyone

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30 minutes

Was the time spent reaching the place.

As Adi's blue bike finally parked out of the dark alley she could sense it was the right place. After all, her heightened sense for things shouldn't go to waste. She was the leader for a reason.

Sliding off the back leather seat she patiently waited for her members to take their stance behind her. Swiftly one by one they were all in position; a trapezoid so to speak. With her and Adi in the front, Karan & Lona behind, spreaded farther out & Rishi and Divya further then them.

Adi Ridz

Lona Karan

Rishi Divya

The aura surrounding them was nothing less than cold. Each face sporting similar expressionless masks.

Taking lead, Riddhima walked into the narrowing alley. A harsh rancid stench filled her lungs but she didn't flinch. That was the last thing on her mind at this point.

She had to be the epitome of confidence.

For her

her members

Abhimanyu Uncle

& Umar Bhai

Today was the day she'd get her revenge. Today she would avenge him.

& today the guilt will fade away

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"2 days? 2 DAYS?!! WHERE THE F.UCK IS SHE?!"

Ali, Akaash, Rahul, and Atul winced at Armaan. He had finally reached the brink of insanity.

"Ali, what the hell happened?" Rahul asked

"Yeah man, we saw him like a week ago & he hated her guts. And now he's screaming cause he can't find her?!" Atul added.

"Tsk. Idiots." Akaash said picking at a daisy on the grass and rolling it back and forth between his thumb and first finger.

"Huh?" they asked in unison.

Akaash sat up and looked at both of them as if pigs were s.hitting on their heads.

Softly he told them..

"He's in love."

….

"WHAT?!!"

There was no point, Ali thought giving up plopping onto the freshly cut grass. Everyone was going crazy nowadays. Not only did he have to listen for two days ranting on about how she was with Adi, touched him, etc. But now he was going completely crazy thinking up all sort of things that could've happened to her. And –

"ALI!" Armaan yelled in his face bringing him up by grabbing hold of his collar.

"What?" he replied frustrated.

"What if… what if… he… her… and … him, --- "

SLAP

"ENOUGH! THIS THAT HER HIM! DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF? YOUR ACTING AS IF SHE DIED OR SOMETHING! JESUS SON OF MARY HOLY CHRIST!"

"You're a Christian?" Armaan asked with wide eyes. Seeing Ali glare at him with narrowing eyes he cowered.

Jeez, angry Ali can be sca-ry.

Pushing Armaan back Ali straightened out his jacket finally annoyed enough to leave.

Thrusting his backpack over one shoulder he left an arguing duo consisting of Rahul and Atul, a sudden botanist Akaash in his flower world, and a gloomy Armaan looking like a lost puppy.

Eesh. If that was what love was about then he rather stay away from it. Rather stay away from girls.

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Aliyah struggled getting out of class with books in hand, her glasses almost falling twice, and her backpack which weighed abnormally heavier than usual.

Reaching her locker she sighed. Maybe taking AP classes wasn't a good idea. And on top of studies she was preoccupied about something else. Well someone else. Where was Riddhima these past couple days anyways? She hadn't seen her for weeks and had the oddest instinct that something was wrong. Shaking her head, she focused on opening her locker.

36 – 15 – 42 – 17, she thought mindlessly neatly placing her books in order of classes. Once they magically all fit she shut it close.

Picking up her black book bag she threw it over her neck and abruptly turned to the left colliding into a wall.

"AGH" she said while rubbing her forehead to numb the pain, whatever, no use in that, it was going to be red for a while anyways.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." A husky voice came out.

Huh, did I hit my head that hard or was the wall just talking to me?

"Umm, do you need help?"

Realizing her stupidity, she flinched as her head shot up.

Omo. Ali?

Crappp!

"Aliyah? Is that you?" he said kneeling down to her level.

Aww man.

"Hehe, yeah. It's me." She replied showing an embarrassed yet toothy grin.

He chuckled amusingly. It was his fault to be lost in his thoughts not to notice her. Thankfully if he didn't hit her, he'd probably end up hitting the trash can or a door.

The girl was cute. … Wait. WHAT?! No, no girls remember. No no no!

No girls.

"No girls?"

"HUH?!" Crap, did he say that out loud?

"What do you mean by 'no girls'?"

"Umm, that I don't like girls. Yeah I don't like girls."

Aliyah eyes shot open.

"Y-you're GAY?!"

"WHAT? NO!"

"BUT YOU JUST SAID YOU DON'T LIKE GIRLS."

"I-I MEANT THAT.. I LIKE GIRLS, I JUST DON'T WANT TO."

"YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO BE GAY?!"

"NO!! UGH. DAMN IT." What did he get himself into?

Aliyah watched him curiously. He wanted to be gay? B-but he was so handsome! Like seriously handsome. Light brown eyes, shiny styled jet black hair, slightly muscular, chiseled chin, and – wait what the hell is she thinking?!

Ali tried furiously to explain but words just weren't coming out. He wasn't gay! Hell no. Why would she think that? Did she think he looked gay? He thought subconsciously becoming offended.

"Then what did you mean?" she quietly asked finally finding her indoor voice. Why were they screaming anyways?

Sighing, "I meant that I have a friend who likes this girl now. And he's literally gone crazy over her, LITERALLY. I mean, he's nothing like he was before. And he looks so helpless. So after seeing him, I just don't want to like any girl right now. … BUT I'M NOT GAY!", he HAD to get that point across to her.

Aliyah stifled a laugh at the last statement. She was relieved … for her fellow peers who may like him.

"Well just because your friend is like that, doesn't mean you will be to. I mean love has different effects on different people. No to people react to it the same way."

"Hmm." He looked at her wide eyed "How do you know all of this?" he asked curiously.

She simply shrugged, "I read a lot of books." Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

He heartily chuckled. She was adorable. Then he frowned, did that mean…

He liked her?

Picking up her book bag again she stood as he followed suit.

"Well I'll see you later." She waved.

B-but

"WAIT!" he yelled even though she was a few feet away.

Turning around she gave him a curious glance as he seemed to fidget under her scrutiny.

"What?"

"Oh um. Do you, maybe, need a ride?"

"Sure." She said surprising him again, wow she is one heck of a girl. Girls would be ecstatic to ride with him. But she didn't seem to be happy about him being in the car with her, but rather the free ride.

Adorable? Definitely.

Liking her? A strong maybe.

As they walked in comfortable silence to his car he opened the door for her as she began giggling.

"What? What are you laughing at?" he said chuckling himself. He couldn't help it! Her giggling was contagious.

"Nothing you seem more like my driver than someone dropping me home."

"Well then I accept being your personal driver. As long as you're the one sitting in my car."

Immediately her giggling ceased as she quickly slid in trying to hide her flabbergasted expression.

Was he flirting with her?

HER?

The nerd of the school?

He laughed once again before walking around the car and sitting in the driver's seat.

Turning on the ignition he glanced her way to catch her staring at him.

BINGO! Her face was crimson! Underline it, bold it, italicize it CRIMSON.

He was pleased and knowing she wouldn't be talking for a while he turned on the radio.

"Is there a station you like?" he asked pretending to keep his eyes on the radio stations going by.

"Yes, a news channel."

Whipping his head to her, he stared at her for a moment before being able to control himself, burst out laughing.

A news channel?

She was embarrassed and very confused. What was wrong with her answer? Before being able to decipher his reaction his laughter ceased.

"Yes ma'am." He said chuckling slightly.

Good Afternoon listeners! It is now 5:40 PM and your listening to 90.9 FM. The best channel for news updates and music as you drive yourself home from work.

..

Braking News!

Exactly 2 days ago, a man's dead body was found in an alley.

About 45-50 years old and 6 feet in height.

He was rumored to be a leader of a gang.

His head was caught in a rope and wrists slit multiple times.

His body was brutally injured and his face was cut up.

No one knows how he got there or who did what.

So if anyone had an idea of who it might be

Please call the station.

Now back to the music!

hey bisma, updates were fab!! love ur style of writing gal!! u rock!! u know everytime i read this fic i m so temted to write a teenage love story but i know i am better as a reader. there's something special abt ur writing, simple yet powerful...good job!! loving armaan from this ff...ali n aliyah r so cute! will wait for the next part plz make it soon

tc

harika