~My Only Desire~ Part13-pg107 NOTE pg 113 17/07 - Page 15

Ayyy jia!! This FF is soo close to real life. I mean tht most of girls wud do this and there r girls who do this. Its realistic. Nice use of words and overall cool update<33

Aww jia that was awesome, can't believe she actually snuck out to meet him, sucks he was gone, but am so glad she met him on the sets, love Muski for taking her along!

hi jia

hey jia tat was a great part........... 👏
so finally ridz meets him...... 😳 😳
but u stopped at tat ur a killer jia............ 😡
now do continue soon its been long and i cant wait........... 😉

Sorry for the late comments babes!

Read part 2 and wow, you description of every obsessed fan you have adaptive written flawlessly!

Man Im really enjoyin the Muskaan and Riddhima duo here!

Awesome Awesome!

-Natasha

Jia beta its update time i guess???????????????????

**~PART 3~**

Recap:"Hello I am Armaan" I breathed in deep seeing his extended hand towards me.

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The world seemed to have dissolved into an oblivion as I saw the outstretched hand waiting for me to clasp it and firmly shake it. I barely dared myself to glance up into those eyes, deep grey they were. And deeply set, hooded by eyebrows that were as straight and uncompromising as his mouth. Oh God ……

"Helloo??" I snapped out seeing his lips curve into a smile that did give me the impression of being faintly amused. Feeling an elbow nudging me I sheepishly and clumsily clasped my hand in his. His firm solid fingers curled around my delicate one, crushing yet so tenderly that I could only imagine it to be a firm handshake.

"Hi…" I muttered suddenly feeling oh so shy that I could actually feel my cheeks go warm and I was sure that if I had a mirror right now, I could have seen my face go red much to my shame.

"Hi……" he said that so very softly but I was sure that the all the possible sound around me had faded and I would be able to hear him even if he had just whispered.

Suddenly I realized much to my embarrassment that my hand was still firmly in his. It felt like an eternity to me before Armaan Mallik let go of my hand. But maybe that was just my imagination. Time seemed to have slowed down since I came out of the ladies' room and here I was standing in front of him, actually feeling the touch of his hand on mine!!

I let go of his hand immediately the next moment. Crazy as I was, I couldn't let him think I was outrageously flirting with him; I did have a few morals for that matter. He was smiling, I could imagine a flicker of wicked amusement in his eyes which added to his charm, the spell binding effect he had on me.

"Armaan we love you" I snapped out hearing a breathless awed voice besides me. It was the young chick standing next to Muskaan. Sparing her a glance I could barely contain my laughter as her eyes were wide and flushed.

"Well I am grateful to all you fans for giving me so much affection and love" he drawled, his voice smooth and silky, with a practiced perfection I added in my mind dryly.

"But you are the best, your acting is superb and we adore your character Rahul…….you are just so perfect…." The other one beside her spoke up. I could even catch glimpse of the dreamy look on her face and contended myself with a smothered giggle.

"Well thankyou" he purred disturbing my thoughts again. Within the next moment I suddenly felt his gaze on me. Those mesmerizing eyes again……. there was an air about him that was unmistakably magnate material.

"I am really thankful to have fans like you who give me so much affection" he added his gaze flickered between Muskaan and me and unmistakably rested on me. His disturbing grey gaze caused my green ones to drop automatically. Much as I had adored him, been infatuated to the hilt about him, I had never given this a thought. What would it feel to have his undivided attention me? Even if it were for just two seconds?

"Yes Mr Mallik…..I mean Ar….maan, you are really superb" I heard Muskaan speak almost in a breathless daze.

"Oh I am fine with Armaan" he waved off airily and smiled.

"Can we see you shoot, I mean can….we see the shooting?" I heard Muskaan pop up the question now a little more confidently. Feeling hot again I realized I was the only one tongue tied in this company.

"Yes ofcourse you can ladies, come along….." he winked and turned around causing me to breath in sharply as I caught the strong scent of his cologne. Gosh I knew I was going crazy. This certainly wasn't the meeting I had planned nor was it going the way I had presumed.

We followed him down the long corridors and through so many doors. Finally we halted. Peering around I recognized to be the sets which I had seen so very many times that they were imprinted in my memory as sharp the interiors of my own home.

He stopped, turning around ,he once again scrutinized us, and I felt his gaze linger on me a second longer then the rest. Was it my vivid imagination or was it really…..??

"You can wait here ladies, I'll have someone from here to show you round and see us shoot …….hope you enjoy this, as shoots can be very boring. See you later……"

He took to his heels and we saw him call someone, a light boy I presumed. The fellow came to us immediately and we found ourselves being ushered inside.

The set was actually quite different from what I had imagined it to be. This one was the set which was supposed to be Rahul's home. It would look lavishly exquisite on screen, a huge hall with some brilliant tapestry, a huge wooden staircase leading to his bedroom. And a further one leading to the terrace.

Now as I looked around, wishing for a moment that I had four eyes, to absorb each and every minute detail, I realized how wrong I had been. The so called grand wooden staircase led no where!! Just a plain blank wall. The hall was there, but that was it. On one corner was another room and as I strained my gaze I realized with a jolt was Rahul' bedroom. And gosh what a state it was in. usually it would look so neat and spruce on screen and now???

Lights, some random coils of wires, a few machines blocked the entrance…..I tore my attention away from the room and looked around. The space near the kitchen had been cleared. Three huge shoot lights had been set up focusing on the entrance of the kitchen.

"Where is the shooting today?" I asked, mixing a little bit of hindi and glad to have found my voice again.

"Its here madam, near the kitchen entrance. It's a stand alone scene of Rahul baba. Next scene would be on the terrace" he replied in hindi. Ok it made sense now, what had I expected? A real house? Laughing at my silly imaginations I ventured further.

"Terrace??? Kaha hai ye terrace?" I asked.

"It's actually not a terrace, but the ground on the backside" he answered. So the terrace that I had seen so very many times in the program, where Rahul aka Armaan had dreamed, cried and played and what not, was actually a ground???

"You can sit here……and please do not come in between the shoot or wander anywhere else" his voice brought me back out of my thoughts. I looked around and saw him pointing out to a few chairs set up carelessly near a corner. From here we could see the highly lit kitchen entrance quite clearly.

"Thankyou" I heard Muskaan mumble as he walked away.

As we sat down I felt Muskaan grab my arm.

"Oye what happened to you?? At home toh you just can't stop raving about our Armaan, and now??? You couldn't even open your mouth?" she was giggling rather amused at my sudden shyness.

"No it wasn't anything like that….I…." my voice trailed off as I suddenly found it rather difficult to explain what exactly I had felt. His presence had been visibly disturbing I thought. True I hadn't expected myself not to be over whelmed or awed by him but yet I had expected my infatuation to get in my way and make me tongue tied and visibly speechless. I guess I gave the impression of being far more worse then those giggly girls with us, who couldn't stop gushing how amazing he was followed by endless 'ooos' and 'aaas'

"You what…….?" Muskaan probed me further giving me the feeling that her teasing was giving her a lot more fun then she had expected it to be.

Before I could fish out a reply to her teases the rest of the lights dimmed. Only the bright beams from those three huge ones lit the room. I was aware of a continuous din around us as everyone seemed to be shouting instructions, talking simultaneously and even yelling out loud. I gazed back to the stage set for him. There where tiny tv monitors set up and I found two men already seated in front of it. Concentrating a little more I realized it was showing the kitchen entrance. Possibly the camera had been set up and linked directly to this small screen. Tearing my gaze away from these interesting details I looked around.

He seemed to have disappeared again. I couldn't see Armaan anywhere.

"Where is he?" I whispered in Muskaan's ears.

"Possibly doing makeup, the shoot is about to begin na…" she replied.

A sudden "Awwwww" made me return my gaze to the spotlight and I suddenly saw him there. He seemed to have appeared from no where. Possibly due to the dim light I might have not noticed his presence I presumed.

In the spotlight he looked even more lethal then he ever had. He stood there reading from some paper, which I presumed to be the script. Every now and then he would look up and mutter something to some one or the other. He laughed, winked and made it quite evident that he was popular with his cast and crew.

The scene began. It seemed that he had to pace around, walk from one end of the kitchen entrance right up to the dinning table, looking worried and trying his cell repeatedly. I watched him spellbound as he slipped into his acting gear mode. He wore the same black Tee that we had seen him in.

I followed his movement fascinated. He truly brought out his character just brilliantly from the moment the director yelled "ACTION".

Armaan Mallik's face had a model-like quality, probably because of the perfect symmetry of his finely sculptured features.Yet no one would mistake him for a male model. There was a maturity in his eyes and they seemed remarkably intelligent and I found myself squirming deep down as I saw him perform. What I had not taken into account was that he would dazzle me to such a extent..............

I unconsciously wriggled those loose tendrils on my face and shamelessly carried on my uninterrupted analysis of every feature of his I could grasp. Now with him almost at a meter long distance from me, I felt a lot braver and did not tend to loose myself in him.

"CUT" came a yell and to my amazement he was asked to do it all over again.

"What was wrong in this scene?" I whispered

"Something must be wrong na Ridz, as if the director would ask him to do it all over again if it were perfect" Muskaan replied.

It was a little later we realized that the cameras hadn't been angled properly and hence the scene, his expressions hadn't been captured the way they were supposed to be. He was as was asked to do the entire scene again and much to my surprise he compiled so without a frown.

Fascinated I watched him execute it all over again with the same flawless ease without a blink. I felt I could watch him like this tirelessly and endlessly. Zapped out again out of my daze, I frowned hearing a "CUT" gain. This time they didn't even allow him to complete the whole scene.

"Armaan, brush up your makeup, the light effects are just not striking rightly." I heard the director yell.

"How many times will they make him do this one scene??? Its hardly a scene, just two minutes I guess" I couldn't help but mutter annoyingly.

"Ridz shooting aisa hi hota hai, I mean they make you do a scene more then ten times if required" Muskaan replied.

I saw the make-up artist brush up the make-up while Armaan chatted gaily and nonchalantly. Suddenly his gaze fell on us and he smiled followed by a small wave. I could hardly stop my self from going warm again.

I continued watching in idle fascination as he was made to shoot the scene nearly five times before it was okayed. Not that he hadn't been perfect. He had been so smooth, so beyond perfection that I lost count of how many times I had stopped my breath, watching him in daze.

The shoot lights were soon switched off and a ten minute break was announced before the next shoot. Presumably to set up the entire apparatus again outside.

I turned to Muskaan and instead saw those two chirpy chickas scramble and move towards his direction. He was in some deep conversation with some crew and I saw him turn and smile at those two young girls.

"Ridz…." I felt Muskaan tug my sleeve.

"Oye lets go with them, we too want our snaps taken with him, you have the camera with you right?" she added interrupting my thoughts.

"Huh yea, I mean yes…." I mumbled tearing away my gaze from his infectious smile. Only I knew the effect he had on me. The way my pulse jumped and thudded to a rapid beat. No one could possibly be aware that my stomach curled into a painful knot at the mere sight of him.

"Then lets go…" she pulled me up and I followed her, my heart suddenly beating faster then normal. We approached him as he stood there laughing with those girls, they clicked pictures with him while we waited patiently. Both of them were starting to irritate me now, with their constant fake giggles and "Awwws". Gosh how did these stars handle such fans???

I could feel Muskaan shift her weight restlessly besides me.

"Oye these two, shall I go prick them? Morons!!! Not letting go of him Ridzzzz" she wailed.

"Relax Muskaan" I murmured afraid that her mutterings would reach his ears. To my amazement, I could feel the same suddenly, loosing my patience slowly as I saw them gazing at him with puppy eyes, taking chances and touching his hand every few seconds. But what happened next made my jaw drop down too to exaggerate. She hugged him!!! How utterly shameless???

Naah I wasn't jealous for heaven's sake! He was a star, he had such female fans attacking him every minute. What disturbed me was how could that girl go and hug him?? Just like that??? How cheap did it make her look, did she have any idea??? What would Armaan think of her? Some cheap, star struck silly female??

Suddenly I felt my insides squirming. I mean even I had come all the way here to the sets to see him, so didn't that make me equally cheap and stupid?? No I screamed in my head. Please I had enough self respect then o run into his arms or throw myself at him.

Finally Armaan it seemed was getting a bit irritated by their constant chatter. He carefully and yet charmingly convinced them to look about the sets and swiftly turned to us. And he smiled………only to be interrupted by the buzz of his cell phone.

"Hey ladies why don't go seat yourselves there…." I followed his gaze to a couch, presumably kept in the hall set to make it look like a main hall.

"I'll attend the call….." he gave us both an apologetic grin and walked away.

"Chal" I felt Muskaan tugging me again and we quietly went and made ourselves supposedly comfortable there. Did he ask us to walk away because of the poor impression those idiot girls created??? Did he think we were the same?? I sincerely hoped not!!!!

I found myself being nostalgic and had a sinking feeling that he wasn't going to come to us, it was obvious wasn't it??? Why would he come to some silly fans that too in his shoot break??

"Ridzz" I heard Muskaan hiss and lifted my head. He strode towards us smiling.

"Hello hello again" he grinned and sinfully made him comfortable on the couch next to mine.

"Hii…" I heard Muskaan murmur faintly.

"I hope we aren't disturbing you….taking up a lot of your time…" I found myself asking him, kicking myself mentally for not saying anything more remotely fancy or amusing that would grab his attention.

"No sweetheart, not in the least." He replied with a twinkle in his eye, his gaze directly on me.

Sweetheart??? Did he just address me that??

"I sincerely hope not." I fervently spoke again.

"Relax" he smoothly assured me. I could feel it was directed at me, as his eyes never left me for a moment.

"That was brilliant Ar….Armaan" I dared again awkwardly trying to start a conversation.

"What?" he looked at me in amusement again.

"Your shooting I mean your scene…..you are just amazing, just so natural…..ofcourse you must have heard that a billion number of times" I added.

"Ahhh thankyou sweetheart. I might have heard those lines before, just that they never had been spoken with such sweetness and so very naturally"

Ok that did it!! He was flirting with me. I could plainly make this out. He was flirting, possibly I was some source of amusement to him. I consciously shifted my weight. I couldn't say I liked this very much and yet it didn't seem lethal. I didn't feel cheap nor did his remarks seem vulgar, one look in his eyes and I could say he was just messing about. His physical body language spoke volumes too. I was barely inches apart from his touch and yet he made no deliberate contact with me.

And yet it disturbed me greatly. This close I was far too aware of him, the clean smell of freshly laundered clothes, the subtle aroma of his exclusive cologne………

"Can we have a picture with you?" I heard Muskaan address him.

"Ofcourse sweethearts" he willing obliged by getting up.

I clicked a snap of Muskaan smiling brightly with him beside her. Next was my turn. I felt his hand slide gently along my waist. I felt every nerve in my body acutely attuned to Armaan Mallik, supremely conscious of each move he made.

Only I knew how I had forced myself to smile with every nerve tingling with the slight physical contact we had when the picture was taken.

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It had been nearly two months now since I met Armaan Mallik. The memory would remain ever green as they say in my brain forever. After our little photo session, we had a polite conversion where we ….that is Muakaan and me had made no qualms in admitting that we were blown away by his screen presence. And yet…….yet we hadn't thrown ourselves at him.

We had seen him shoot the next scene and when we bade him goodbye, he had whispered.

"Feel free to come anytime you wish girls, it's a pleasure to meet fans like you"

Nearly two months had gone by, we made no attempt to go there again, it would seem so very desperate. And yet deep down how I wished I could just meet him, just stare at him……sighing I continued my shopping spree.

I was alone today, just had to come urgently to pick up a formal attire as I was to start my internship in a couple of days. It meant me working part time, doing a job relating to my course, obviously I would need some serious formal apparels.

Making my way into a shop that caught my attention, I looked around carelessly…..nothing special catching my eyes.

At that moment I felt the warning prickle of awareness as my senses went on alert, listening to that familiar drawl. The voice was low and possessed the power to sent shivers feathering down the length of my spine. I knew who it was….I turned.

It was him, without a mistake, he seemed in conversation with the sales guy…….his head turned and I felt those deep grey eyes suddenly fixed on me……

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Ok part 3 up with so many delay. My humble apologies for it, but i wanted to wrap up Come back to me before this, so this update took a tad bit longer to come up!! I am really looking forward to your take on it, pls do post ur views, i know its long one........tried to make up for the supreme delay!! Srsly ur encouragement keeps me going folks.....love u all!!

The world seemed to have dissolved into an oblivion as I saw the outstretched hand waiting for me to clasp him and firmly shake. I barely dared myself to glance up into those eyes, deep grey they were. And deeply set, hooded by eyebrows that were as straight and uncompromising as his mouth. Oh God ……

"Helloo??" I snapped out seeing his lips curve into a smile that did give me the impression of being faintly amused. Feeling an elbow nudging me I sheepishly and clumsily clasped my hand in his. His firm solid fingers curled around my delicate one, crushing yet so tenderly that I coud only imagine it to be a firm handshake.

"Hi…" I muttered suddenly feeling oh so shy that I could actually feel my cheeks go warm and I was sure that if I had a mirror right now, I could have seen my face go red much to shame.

"Hi……" he said that so very softly but I was sure that the all the possible sound around me had faded and I would be able to hear him even if he had just whispered.

Suddenly I realized much to my embarrassment that my hand was still firmly in his. It felt like an eternity to me before Armaan Mallik let go of my hand. But maybe that was just my imagination. Time seemed to have slowed down since I came out of the ladies' room and here I was standing in front of him, actually feeling the touch of his hand on mine!!

I let go of his hand immediately the next moment. Crazy as I was, I couldn't let him think I was outrageously flirting with him; I did a few morals for that matter. He was smiling, I could imagine a flicker of wicked amusement in his eyes which added to his charm, the spell binding effect he had on me.

"Armaan we love you" I snapped out hearing a breathless awed voice besides me. It was the young chick standing next to Muskaan. Sparing her a glance I could barely contain my laughter as her eyes were wide and flushed.

"Well I am grateful to all you fans for giving me so much affection and love" he drawled, his voice smooth and silky, with a practiced perfection I added in my mind dryly.

"But you are the best, your acting is superb and we adore your character Rahul…….you are just so perfect…." The other one beside her spoke up. I could even catch glimpse of the dreamy look on her face and contended myself with a smothered giggle.

"Well thankyou" he purred disturbing my thoughts again. Within the next moment I suddenly felt his gaze on me. Those mesmerizing eyes again……. there was an air about him that was unmistakably magnate material.

"I am really thankful to have fans like you who give me so much affection" he added his gaze flickered between Muskaan and me and unmistakably rested on me. His disturbing grey gaze caused my green ones to drop automatically. Much as I had adored him, been infatuated to the hilt about him, I had never given this a thought. What would it feel to have his undivided attention me? Even if it were for just two seconds?

"Yes Mr Mallik…..I mean Ar….maan, you are really superb" I heard Muskaan speak almost in a breathless daze.

"Oh I am fine with Armaan" he waved off airily and smiled.

"Can we see you shoot, I mean can….we see the shooting?" I heard Muskaan pop up the question now a little more confidently. Feeling hot again I realized I was the only one tongue tied in this company.

"Yes ofcourse you can ladies, come along….." he winked and turned around causing me to breath in sharply as I caught the strong scent of his cologne. Gosh I knew I was going crazy. This certainly wasn't the meeting I had planned nor was it going the way I had presumed.

We followed him down the long corridors and through so many doors. Finally we halted. Peering around I recognized to be the sets which I had seen so very many times that they were imprinted in my memory as sharp the insides of my own home.

He stopped, turning around once again he once again scrutinized us, and I felt his gaze linger on me a second longer then the rest. Was it my vivid imagination or was it really…..??

"You can wait here ladies, I'll have someone from here to show you round and see us shoot …….hope you enjoy this, as shoots can be very boring. See you later……"

He took to his heels and we saw him call someone, a light boy I presumed. The fellow came to us immediately and we found ourselves being ushered inside.

The set was actually quite different from what I had imagined it to be. This one was the set which was supposed to be Rahul's home. It would look lavishly exquisite on screen, a huge hall with some brilliant tapestry, a huge wooden staircase leading to his bedroom. And a further one leading to the terrace.

Now as I looked around, wishing for a moment that I had four eyes, to absorb each and every minute detail, I realized how wrong I had been. The so called grand wooden staircase led no where!! Just a plain blank wall. The hall was there, but that was it. On one corner was another room and as I strained my gaze I realized with a jolt was Rahul' bedroom. And gosh what a state it was in. usually it would look so neat and spruce on screen and now???

Lights, some random coils of wires, a few machines blocked the entrance…..I tore my attention away from the room and looked around. The space near the kitchen had been cleared. Three huge shoot lights had been set up focusing on the entrance of the kitchen.

"Where is the shooting today?" I asked, mixing a little bit of hindi and glad to have found my voice again.

"Its here madam, near the kitchen entrance. It's a stand alone scene of Rahul baba. Next scene would be on the terrace" he replied in hindi. Ok it made sense now, what had I expected? A real house? Laughing at my silly imaginations I ventured further.

"Terrace??? Kaha hai ye terrace?" I asked.

"It's actually not a terrace, but the ground on the backside" he answered. So the terrace that I had seen so very many times in the program, where Rahul aka Armaan had dreamed, cried and played and what not, was actually a ground???

"You can sit here……and please do not come in between the shoot or wander anywhere else" his voice brought me back out of my thoughts. I looked around and saw him pointing out to a few chairs set up carelessly near a corner. From here we could see the highly lit kistchen entrance quite clearly.

"Thankyou" I heard Muskaan mumble as he walked away.

As we sat down I felt Muskaan grab my arm.

"Oye what happened to you?? At home toh you just can't stop raving about our Armaan, and now??? You couldn't even open your mouth?" she was giggling rather amused at my sudden shyness.

"No it wasn't anything like that….I…." my voice trailed off as I suddenly found it rather difficult to explain what exactly I had felt. His presence had been visibly disturbing I thought. True I hadn't expected myself not to be over whelmed or awed by him but yet I had expected my infatuation to get in my way and make me tongue tied and visibly speechless. I guess I gave the impression of being far more worse then those giggly girls with us, who couldn't stop gushing how amazing he was followed by endless 'ooos' and 'aaas'

"You what…….?" Muskaan probed me further giving me the feeling that her teasing was giving her a lot more fun then she had expected it to be.

Before I could fish out a reply to her teases the rest of the lights dimmed. Only the bright beams from those three huge ones lit the room. I was aware of a continuous din around us as everyone seemed to be shouting instructions, talking simultaneously and even shouting. I gazed back to the stage set for him. There where tiny tv monitors set up and I found two men already seated in front of it. Concentrating a little more I realized it was showing the kitchen entrance. Possibly the camera had been set up and linked directly to this small screen. Tearing my gaze away from these interesting details I looked around.

He seemed to have disappeared again. I could see Armaan anywhere.

"Where is he?" I whispered in Muskaan's ears.

"Possibly doing makeup, the shoot is about to begin na…" she replied.

A sudden "Awwwww" made me return my gaze to the spotlight and I suddenly saw him there. He seemed to have appeared from no where. Possibly due to the dim light I might have not noticed his presence I presumed.

In the spotlight he looked even more lethal then he ever had. He stood there reading from some paper, which I presumed to be the script. Every now and then he would look up and mutter something to some one or the other. He laughed, winked and made it quite evident that he was popular with his cast and crew.

The scene began. It seemed that he had to pace around, walk from one end of the kitchen entrance right up to the dinning table, looking worried and trying his cell repeatedly. I watched him spellbound as he slipped into his acting gear mode. He wore the same black Tee that we had seen him in.

I followed his movement fascinated. He truly brought out his character just brilliantly from the moment the director yelled "ACTION".

Armaan Mallik's face had a model-like quality, probably because of the perfect symmetry of his finely sculptured features.Yet no one would mistake him for a male model. There was a maturity in his eyes and they seemed remarkably intelligent and I found myself squirming deep down as I saw him perform. What I had not taken into account was that he would dazzle me to such a extent.

I unconsciously wriggled those loose tendrils on my face and shamelessly carried on my uninterrupted analysis of every feature of his I could grasp. Now with him almost at a meter long distance from me, I felt a lot braver and did not tend to loose myself in him.

"CUT" came a yell and to my amazement he was asked to do it all over again.

"What was wrong in this scene?" I whispered

"Something must be wrong na Ridz, as if the director would ask him to do it all over again if it were perfect" Muskaan replied.

It was a little later we realized that the cameras hadn't been angled properly and hence the scene, his expressions hadn't been captured the way they were supposed to be. He was as was asked to do the entire scene again and much to my surprise he compiled so without a frown.

Fascinated I watched him execute it all over again with the same flawless ease without a blink. I felt I could watch him like this tirelessly and endlessly. Zapped out again out of my daze, I frowned hearing a "CUT" gain. This time they didn't even allow him to complete the whole scene.

"Armaan, brush up your makeup, the light effects are just not striking rightly." I heard the director yell.

"How many times will they make him do this one scene??? Its hardly a scene, just two minutes I guess" I couldn't help but mutter annoyingly.

"Ridz shooting aisa hi hota hai, I mean they make you do a scene more then ten times if required" Muskaan replied.

I saw the make-up artist brush up the make-up while Armaan chatted gaily and nonchalantly. Suddenly his gaze fell on us and he smiled followed by a small wave. I could hardly stop my self from going warm again.

I continued watching in idle fascination as he was made to shoot the scene nearly five times before it was okayed. Not that he hadn't been perfect. He had been so smooth, so beyond perfection that I lost count of how many times I had stopped my breath, watching him in daze.

The shoot lights were soon switched off and a ten minute break was announced before the next shoot. Presumably to set up the entire apparatus again outside.

I turned to Muskaan and instead saw those two chirpy chickas scramble and move towards his direction. He was in some deep conversation with some crew and I saw him turn and smile at those two young girls.

"Ridz…." I felt Muskaan tug my sleeve.

"Oye lets go with them, we too want our snaps taken with him, you have the camera with you right?" she added interrupting my thoughts.

"Huh yea, I mean yes…." I mumbled tearing away my gaze from his infectious smile. Only she knew the effect he had on her. The way her pulse jumped and thudded to a rapid beat. No one could possibly be aware her stomach curled into a painful knot at the mere sight of him.

"Then lets go…" she pulled me up and I followed her, my heart suddenly beating faster then normal. We approached him as he stood there laughing with those girls, they clicked pictures with him while we waited patiently. Both of them were starting to irritate me now, with their constant fake giggles and "Awwws". Gosh how did these stars handle such fans???

I could feel Muskaan shift her weight restlessly besides me.

"Oye these two, shall I go prick them? Morons!!! Not letting go of him Ridzzzz" she wailed.

"Relax Muskaan" I murmured afraid that her mutterings would reach his ears. To my amazement, I could feel the same suddenly, loosing my patience slowly as I saw them gazing at him with puppy eyes, taking chances and touching his hand every few seconds. But what happened next made my jaw drop down too to exaggerate. She hugged him!!! How utterly shameless???

Naah I wasn't jealous for heaven's sake! He was a star, he had such female fans attacking him every minute. What disturbed me was how could that girl go and hug him?? Just like that??? How cheap did it make her look, did she have any idea??? What would Armaan think of her? Some cheap, star struck silly female??

Suddenly I felt my insides squirming. I mean even I had come all the way here to the sets to see him, so didn't that make me equally cheap and stupid?? No I screamed in my head. Please I had enough self respect then o run into his arms or throw myself at him.

Finally Armaan it seemed was getting a bit irritated by their constant chatter. He carefully and yet charmingly convinced them to look about the sets and swiftly turned to us. And he smiled………only to be interrupted by the buzz of his cell phone.

"Hey ladies why don't go seat yourselves there…." I followed his gaze to a couch, presumably kept in the hall set to make it look like a main hall.

"I'll attend the call….." he gave us both an apologetic grin and walked away.

"Chal" I felt Muskaan tugging me again and we quietly went and made ourselves supposedly comfortable there. Did he ask us to walk away because of the poor impression those idiot girls created??? Did he think we were the same?? I sincerely hoped not!!!!

I found myself being nostalgic and had a sinking feeling that he wasn't going to come to us, it was obvious wasn't it??? Why would he come to some silly fans that too in his shoot break??

"Ridzz" I heard Muskaan hiss and lifted my head. He strode towards us smiling.

"Hello hello again" he grinned and sinfully made him comfortable on the couch next to mine.

"Hii…" I heard Muskaan murmur faintly.

"I hopewe aren't disturbing you….taking up a lot of your time…" I found myself asking him, kicking myself mentally for not saying anything more remotely fancy or amusing that would grab his attention.

"No sweetheart, not in the least." He replied with a twinkle in his eye, his gaze directly on me.

Sweetheart??? Did he just address me that??

"I sincerely hope not." I fervently spoke again.

"Relax" he smoothly assured me. I could feel it was directed at me, as his eyes never left me for a moment.

"That was brilliant Ar….Armaan" I dared again awkwardly trying to start a conversation.

"What?" he looked at me in amusement again.

"Your shooting I mean your scene…..you are just amazing, just so natural…..ofcourse you must have heard that a billion number of times" I added.

"Ahhh thankyou sweetheart. I might have heard those lines before, just that they never had been spoken with such sweetness and naturally"

Ok that did it!! He was flirting with me. I could plainly make this out. He was flirting, possibly I was some source of amusement to him. I consciously shifted my weight. I couldn't say I liked this very much and yet it didn't seem lethal. I didn't feel cheap ks seem vulgar, one look in his eyes and I could say he was just messing about. His physical body language spoke volumes too. I was barely inches apart from his touch and yet he made no deliberate contact with me.

And yet it disturbed me greatly. This close I was far too aware of him, the clean smell of freshly laundered clothes, the subtle aroma of his exclusive cologne………

"Can we have a picture with you?" I heard Muskaan address him.

"Ofcourse sweethearts" he willing obliged by getting up.

I clicked a snap of Muskaan smiling brightly with him beside her. Next was my turn. I felt his hand slide gently along my waist. I felt every nerve in my body acutely attuned to Armaan Mallik, supremely conscious of each move he made.

Only I knew how I had forced myself to smile with every nerve tingling with the slight physical contact we had when the picture was taken.

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It had been nearly two months now since I met Armaan Mallik. The memory would remain ever green as they say in my brain forever. After our little photo session, we had a polite conversion where we ….that is Muakaan and me and made no qualms in admitting that we were blown away by his screen presence. And yet…….yet we hadn't thrown ourselves at him.

We had seen him shoot the next scene and when we bade him goodbye, he had whispered.

"Feel free to come anytime you wish girls, it's a pleasure to meet fans like you"

Nearly two months had gone by, we made no attempt to go there again, it would seem so very desperate. And yet deep down how I wished I could just meet him, just stare at him……sighing I continued my shopping spree.

I was alone today, just had to come urgently to pick up a formal attire as I was to start my internship in a couple of days. It meant me working part time, doing a job relating to my course, obviously I would need some serious formal apparels.

Making my way into a shop that caught my attention, I looked around carelessly…..nothing special catching my eyes.

At that moment I felt the warning prickle of awareness as my senses went on alert, listening to that familiar drawl. The voice was low and possessed the power to sent shivers feathering down the length of my spine. I knew who it was….I turned.

It was him, without a mistake, he seemed in conversation with the sales guy…….his head turned and I felt those deep grey eyes suddenly fixed on me……

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