Manzil (AR FF) Discontinued! - Page 31

omg armaan left her :( why?

Guys I wasn't planning to update this FF until I had finished up Belonging, but seeing that might take me longer than I anticipated I will be updating this FF sometime next week. Thank you all of you who have left such sweet comments and numerous requests to update the next part; the next part will be a dedication to all of you. I am half way finished with the next part and as mentioned should update it sometime next week.

Thank You once again guys!!

Love,

Simran

Simi its nice to see u again .Miss u too much.
Thanks for information dear.Dying to read next part.


take care
ritu

good to hear from you Simran...looking forward to reading the next part, nnext week! :D

hi sim i am suvrati u can call me suvi i am new to ur ff bt i must tell u i am highly impressed loveed ur bold choice of concept n subject its been terrific journey frm the beginning uptill the the 9th prt....srsly its awesome bt i hope their sex occupied story will soon turn out to be a romantic lovestory yas ya sometimes love happens after sex i have heard it somewhere n its proving to be correct in this story atleast...plz add me to ur pm list if u have any i mean if u do send pmz to......otherwise i will check on never mind....will wait fr post updates
continue soon..
dying to read what riiddhima reacts to armaans sudden disappearance n ya i have notice they dont talk yaar n they dont even call each other by their names n mention like miss gupta n mr mallik n all .....that too is interesting lol waiting when armaan will call her ridz..

Originally posted by: simran1285

Guys I wasn't planning to update this FF until I had finished up Belonging, but seeing that might take me longer than I anticipated I will be updating this FF sometime next week. Thank you all of you who have left such sweet comments and numerous requests to update the next part; the next part will be a dedication to all of you. I am half way finished with the next part and as mentioned should update it sometime next week.

Thank You once again guys!!

Love,

Simran

thanks😳 that's so sweet of u😳

u write really well simran. i'll be waiting for ur next update.

hey sim
thats gr8 that u r updating the forthcoming week
um delighted to hear that
update soon

PART 10

Tired and frustrated Armaan threw his keys and cell phone on the floor and walked in to his closet to change. It was supposed to be a great day for him; for he had just had some wild sex with Riddhima, but for some reason he didn't feel all too great. For one he was still quite surprised that Riddhima was a virgin; not that it was a bad thing it was just that he chose to stay away from virgins. They were too clingy he felt, well technically all women were clingy but with virgins it was a little too extreme; they would constantly nag and blackmail of how he was their "first". That was his main reason, but there definitely were others; which at the current juncture he was too sleepy to recall. Plopping his body face down on his bed he made a mental note to be extra careful with Riddhima; he didn't want another clinger. First thing Monday morning he would have a chat with Ms. Gupta and lay out the facts of their "association", however he would do all of that after he finds out a few more personal details about the lass. Thinking of her silky body beneath his, Armaan finally fell asleep.

Quickly ignoring the empty space beside her Riddhima turned to look at the time, 3 am read the clock. Groggily walking towards the bathroom she nearly shrieked when she turned on the lights and saw her naked body. The 'love bites' as they called them were clearly visible; congratulations Riddhima Gupta she told herself you are officially not a virgin anymore. Stepping in to the shower she shuddered as the warm water hit her sore body, crouching in the tub with her legs up to her chest, she cried heart out.

After 20 minutes of crying, showering and crying some more she finally got back in to bed with a thousand thoughts swimming in her mind. She didn't know what to make of his sudden quiet departure. Was he disappointed? Was he mad? Was it an emergency? Should she call? Yanking the covers over her head in frustration she counted fish until she fell in to a dreamless slumber.

She spent the entire weekend cleaning and re-cleaning her apartment. She bought new curtains and hung them up herself, being lucky twice not to hammer her thumb; third time however she was not so lucky. She cooked 3 meals everyday and ate the first one for breakfast lunch and dinner. Staring out her window at the sea on a rainy Sunday evening she smiled glumly as the waves rose and fell due to the water level; she had spent the entire weekend trying to busy herself with unnecessary things when in everything she did; she had thought of him. In most rainy days she would be out on her balcony soaking herself with not just water but with tears as well. Today she wanted to be dry when the tears came.

Armaan sat dejectedly on a rocking chair while the rain tore through the earth, he hated rainy days they always seemed to tamper his mood. It was on days like these when his miserable memories would flood back with full force. It was on days like these that he thought about his father; or rather missed him. It had been tough for him and his family after his dad had died. The news of his treachery had been front page news for months and then came the collapsing of Kartik Mallik's empire. Armaan remembered how no one had offered help or even support. He didn't even receive words of comfort from his own loved ones; the world had turned their backs on the Malliks with in a fortnight. He didn't know what had hurt most his mother's grief, their financial situation or the derisions from the society. From the great Kartik Mallik's son he had become the son of an adulterous. Armaan would turn out to be just like his father they would say; a son of an unfaithful man would be unfaithful too, and then of course they had even pointed fingers on his mother's character quoting that she was probably sleeping around too. That had hurt the most he admitted, he didn't care what they called him but when they labeled his mother as a "whore" as one newspaper had quoted it had been the last straw. He drank a storm that night before beating up the reporter who had written such dastardly things about his mother; of course that had made the headlines too. From then on Armaan Mallik had been labeled a "Drunk" and then eventually his most prestigious and current title "Playboy". Getting up to pour himself another glass of whiskey he casually turned on the radio before settling back in to his rocker.

"you are listening Radio Mirchi on this rainy Sunday evening and the next song has been requested by Raghav from the movie Najaayaz; a rainy song for a rainy day!" (please read the lyrics carefully if you can understand)

"Barsaat ke mausam mein

tanhai ke aalam mein

main ghar se nikal aaya

bottle bhi utha laaya…

Abhi zinda hoon toh jee lene do

Jee lene do

Bhari barsaat mein pee lene do"

Smiling Armaan got up to turn up the volume, strange song he mused but ironically perfect for him.

"Mere dushman hain zamaane ke gham

baad peene ke yeh honge kam

Mere dushman hain zamaane ke gham

baad peene ke yeh honge kam

ho, zulm duniya ke na seh paaonga

bin piye aaj na reh paaonga

mujhe halaat se takrana hai

aise halaat mein peene do"

He didn't know when the tears came out but when they did he felt as if it was raining inside too.

Armaan awoke with a terrible headache, he hadn't slept much either and what little sleep he did get; he had dreamt of Riddhima. Getting up from the rocking chair he dragged himself to the bathroom for shower; perhaps that would wake him up, he cogitated.

2 Glasses of Lemonade, 3 cups of coffee and about 4 headache pills later he still felt the same; Shitty! Leaning back in his leather chair his eyes wandered around his office. Remembering the time he had caught Riddhima sniffing around he couldn't help but laugh. Riddhima! Sitting up quickly he dialed his old friend the private investigator.

The day was about to come to an end and there was no sign of Armaan, for some reason Riddhima was relieved of that, but she had to admit that somewhere deep down she did miss seeing him. She knew she was attracted to him, she just hoped that the attraction wouldn't turn in to something else. Doing a last walk around the building Riddhima bid Muskaan and Sapna a hasty good bye; tomorrow was a big day for her and she had a lot to do.

Armaan didn't know where the day had gone; though the severe headache had subsided he still felt a bit buzzed. When his house came in to view he automatically started to feel a lot better. He would be a good boy today and have a nice dinner with his mom and Big D.

"Ma? Big D? I am home" where are heck are these too he muttered, usually they would be springing up from all over the house at the sound of him.

"Armaan tu aa gaya puttar, aaja aaja" Armaan narrowed his brows, something was fishy with the way his Big D was acting and he wasn't sure he was liking it.

As he walked in to their main living room he saw the Khurana family chatting amicably with his mother. Politely he greeted their visitors and smiled sardonically at his mom and Big D; he just couldn't believe the two them; they had obviously taking this match making thing to a whole different level.

Riddhima hadn't slept all night and had a long and poignant afternoon ahead. Placing the two pictures on the small table in the middle she gave them a long forlorn look before grabbing the keys and walking out.

"Hello, Sapna here"

"Sapna this is Armaan"

"Oh good morning sir, how can I help you?"

"Where is Riddhima?"

Riddhima was exhausted by the time she stepped back in to her apartment. The puja had gone well and she had just dropped off the Pandit Ji. Pulling a chair closer to the pictures still embedded in the middle of the room; she looked morosely in to the eyes of her father. Throughout the puja she had been so busy tending to the Pandit's needs that she didn't even get a chance to look at her parents properly. It was their death anniversary today; or rather her fathers. Due to the fact that her birthday and her mother's death collided on the same day, her father had made it a point to hold a puja for her mom a day after Riddhima's birthday. Life before Death he would say. Many a times he would try to keep Riddhima out of the puja altogether. It would be too tedious for her he would try and argue, but she knew he it was to protect her. Her father did not want Riddhima to start believing that she was the cause for her mother's premature death nor did he want her to yearn for a mother he knew she would never have. In respect for her father she had been celebrating her mother's death anniversary along with his own, it was better this way she concluded. They were always meant to be together, she had separated them long enough.

Extending her hand out to touch his face she smiled slightly at the man who was a father and a mother to her, and then her eyes wandered over to the women, who could never be a mother to her. Stooping to the floor she began cleaning the aftermath of the puja; while having a one sided conversation with her parents.

She groaned when she heard the door bell chime. She was not ready to face anyone at the moment, or this whole day for that matter. That was exactly why she had pleaded Sapna and Muskaan to leave her alone today. She wanted this day for herself and for her parents. Running a lazy hand through her hair she rose to open the door.

Armaan took one look at her tired eyes and felt extremely sorry for her, but he knew the women didn't want any sympathy.

"Mr.Malik, I.."

"Armaan. You look tired" He purposely chose not to look at the pictures. Instead he took her in his arms, surprising her and himself. "Did you eat?" releasing her he skimmed her face and cursed when he saw the tears.

"I am sorry I.." she tried to pull away and wipe the tears, but he wouldn't let her.

"Shh" he took her back in his arms and gently stroked her hair. She sobbed and was strangely thankful that he had come.

Resting her head on his chest, she felt oddly at peace. She could hear the soft and even beating of his heart and absentmindedly ran her hand over it. She didn't know how long he stood holding her, but it felt good. She wanted to remain like this, if not forever then at least for a very long time.

"Riddhima"

"hmmm" her eyes were closed, she wasn't sure when that had happened.

"Sweetheart, did you eat?" Her eyes flew open. He called her sweetheart. It melted her heart and made her stomach turn. "No" she stated pressing her lips. "I am not hungry"

"Well that's just too bad, I've ordered Chinese, and I think that's them" She let him go reluctantly so he could get the door. The aroma of the food made her mouth water and much to her horror her stomach grumbled. He chuckled while she looked away, obviously embarrassed.

They spent the next hour eating and making small talk. He was careful not to bring up her parents or her past. He knew, of course. Harish; his friend the investigator had called a few minutes before he spoke to Sapna. Harish had told him about her marriage, her divorce, her father and her father's assets which currently belonged to her good-for-nothing ex-husband, Vivek. It was none of his business, her personal life, but there was something about her which had compelled him to know more. She was of course unlike the other women he associated with. The other women apart from coming from an affluent background, also indulged in having numerous affairs, a wild sex life and of course the need to squander their parent's hard earned money.

He wouldn't tell her that he knew. This was something he would keep to himself. It was against the rules and much to his chagrin; he had already broken one of his own rules. Little did he know that he would be breaking a lot more.

Riddhima picked up their plates, contemplating whether to wash them now or not. She wanted to keep her self busy, but she knew that it would look rude. He had been nice to come see her and bring her food. Putting the plates in the sink she turned and banged right in to his chest.

Putting his hands gently around her waist he brought her closer and leaned down to claim her lips. Grabbing his shirt she pulled him down deeper. She didn't want this but somewhere deep down she did. Pulling her away from the sink, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to bed. He could have had her on the sofa, but it would be inappropriate he thought. The pictures of her parents would be staring right at them.

Riddhima pulled off his shirt as he came on top of her. She was not afraid this time, nor shy. Armaan groaned when she slid her tongue on his chest and dug her fingers in his hair. He kissed her fervently, letting his hands slide from the side of her bosom to her waist. He loved the way she felt under him. Soft and silky. He was gentle this time, Riddhima could tell. He didn't ravage her or rush; instead he was tender, so tender that when he finally took her tears spilled from her eyes.

She awoke in the middle of the night scared and lonely, but when she turned she wasn't alone. She smiled when she saw Armaan sleeping face up with his arms wide open as if awaiting a hug. Suppressing chuckle she shifted closer. She rested her head on his chest and wrapped an arm around his waist. She froze when she felt him stir afraid that he might wake up and leave her, instead he slightly turned and tightly wrapped both his arms around her. Tonight after many years Riddhima slept with a smile on her face.

Ok guys as I promised (many times lol) here is part 10. I hope it was not to disappointing. I tried to keep romance in there and I believe I also answered many of yours question about why he left her. I would love to write a long note and say thank you but unfortunately I have no time. Work has me so busy that I am surprised I actually finished this part this week and am even posting it. My weekend is all filled up with more work and less play, so I am off.

I will one day sit and reply to all of your comments. Thank you guys they mean a lot to me and I am also sorry for not replying to your PM's.

Thank you guys

Love you all,

Simran