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Originally posted by: rajeev_crazy
interesting story, hmmm......armaan will enter later........cool
in ur last FF, its was ridzz dying at the end and this one has karan dying at the very startplzz unite AR in this FF,no dying of either of them plzzz,continue soon n plzz pm me when u update if u can
Originally posted by: prernawaghray
hey
nice intro very senti
plz pm me im in
Originally posted by: saridena
hi sonia
started another ff and no pmany way as uasual a totally different conceptlooking forward for more updatesupdate sooooooooooooooooooonand do pm meluv soumya
Part 2
" Come on, hurry up, dear." Mrs. padma beckoned, climbing into the driver's seat of their Fiat.
Mother and daughter bidded each other goodbye at the airport. padma kissed Yuri on the cheek and told her to go and be careful.
Hours and hours later the American Airlines landed at the London airport. ridz climbed off the airplane along with the other passengers. Security gaurds stood still as statues at every entrance, an the airport here wasn't as crowded.
The girl's eyes darted around for some sign of what she was looking for, a person or people who represented the Carson Music Shool.
Just then ridz heard her name.
" Miss riddihma gupta!"
She spun around. A boy dressed in a blue uniform gestured toward her. He ran over and took her suitcase, escorting her to a small group of people who were dressed as he was. The boy was red-haired and freckled. His British accent was strong and he seemed very polite.
" Miss riddima, this is our president, Mr. Aaron Spiel. And I'm Randy." The red head introduce.
ridz nodded and shook hands with Mr. Spiel.
" Welcome, Miss gupta. We are honored to have you attend our music school." Mr. Spiel said warmly." Thank you for coming all this way."
They escorted ridz to a van and rode to the school. England was beautiful in an eerie way. Everything in London was so formal and exquistive. The construction was unique and brilliant, in ridz's thoughts.
They arrived at a white marble building and went inside. Pictures and portraits of the orchestra and extraordinary players were hung all over the wall.
Suddenly out of the corner of her eye, ridz saw a lock of slick black hair disappear at a corner of the hallway the girl's breath caught in her chest as karan's silvery black hair flashed across her mind. She dropped her suitcase and ran to the hall where she had seen the boy. But just then the doors opened and a crowd of students holding violins came out. ridz searched frantically for the boy, but he was gone.
" ridz, is anything wrong?" the voice of Randy brought her back to her senses.
" Oh, nothing." ridz hestitated, then asked." Is there a boy named karan gupta in the orchestra?"
Randy looked at her, puzzled." No, ridz. Do you know someone of the name?" he asked. ridz's eyes locked with Randy's , then she shook her head.
Later ridz was brought to a dormitory, where there was two beds. Randy addressed ridz to hers, which was on the far right.
" ridz, I understand if you're tired, but in an hour there will be a welcome ceremony for you. You can come if you wish." Randy set down her suitcase and walked out. The girl peered around the dormitory and hung her clothes up in a closet that she shared with the other girl. She'd just set down her picture of karan and her when the door opened and a girl entered. The girl glanced at ridz, then walked up to her and held out her hand, her brown curls dangling from an expensive butterfly hairpin.
" Hello, I'm angeli agarwal. You share a room with me." The girl said abruptly in a superior tone.
ridz held out her own hand and shook angies's.
" I'm riddihima gupta but u can call me ridz." She introduced.
" Oh, so you're the girl from America? Going to the ceremony? I wouldn't miss all the attention for the world if I were you." angie sat onto her own bed and popped a candy into her mouth. " I play the viola, you?"
" I play the harp." ridz explained. She did not feel like engaging conversation with anyone right now, especially angie. angie seemed to read her thoughts, and she hopped off her bed, looking bored.
" Well, I'm leaving."
The girl slammed the door behind her.
An hour later ridz stepped up onto the stage and was introduced to the orchestra piece of one hundred and seventy.
ridzs scanned the big orchestra with interest. It was certainly a good orchedstr. Suddenly ridz spotted the platinum hair again. Once again ridz felt her heart hammer against her chest. The boy's hair was slicked back and his head was down, studying the keys fo the grand piano. ridz dropped the microphone with a loud clang and all heads turned to her. angie and her huge group of friends smirked and giggled. The boy looked up and ridz gasped with shock.
The boy was karan. Exact sapphire blue eyes looked at her, except ten times colder, and the same pale skin and beautiful black hair.
"karan!" ridz whispered, her voice hoarse with shock. The boy stepped up to her.
" What do you want, miss gupta?" he asked icily.
" Oh, this is ARMAAN MALIK, our pianist." Randy explained, looking rather embarrassed at armaan's rude attitude." He's rather unhospitable toward strangers."
But ridz didn't hear him. All she saw was her handsome karan, standing alive in front of her. Tears filled her eyes and even armaan seemed surprise as the teardrops slid down ridzs white face and dropped onto her harp.
" You're not dead." ridz whispered.
" You are very much mistaken, miss gupta. I never died. And my name is not karan, it's armaan. you know A -R-M-A-A-N , in case you can't hear or spell." The boy turned on his heels and went back to the piano.
Why is karan being so mean and cold? ridz thought. He doesn't love me, he hates me. Why does he glare at me like that like he never knew me? Clapping her hands over her mouth, ridz sped out of the auditorium.
" What did you call armaan, ridz?" angie demanded, rounding on ridz forcefully, where ridz was staring wistfully at the picture of her and karan. angie snatched the picture out of ridz 's hands.
" How did you know armaan?" she snapped, staring at the picture in disbelief and disgust.
" That's my karan when he was still alive." ridz said, reaching out to take her picture back." Please give it to me."
angie smirked and held the picture out of reach.
" You really like him, don't you?" she asked. ridz looked away but didn't answer. To ridzs horror, angie dropped the picture. The glass frame crashed to the floor an it shattered. The picture lay in the puddle of broken glass.
" NO!" ridz cried, bending to pick up the picture. The girl felt her heart shatter the moment the glass shattered. Tears streamed down ridz's face as she held the picture to her chest.
" Why did you have to do that?" ridz cried, glaring up at angie with tear-filled eyes.
" Oh, I'm soo sorry. It just slipped out of my hand." angie siad sarcastically. She moved her face closer to ridz's." But I'm warning you,riddihma gupta, I like armaan so stay away hes mine. she stepped over the glass an stalked out. leaving ridz and her shattered frame and her heart.
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