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Well as you all know it was my grilling week, and i was asked to write a one shot by Nsm (spln), she gave me a few lines on which i had to develop the concept. And well later Kat and Kuku came up with a title asking me for another one shot. So here i am with combing the two. This one is for you Kat, Kuku and Nj. On a special request I had to include Milind from Kayamath in this ff....
Well i was supposed to make it one shot, but oh well knowing me I couldnt and made it two parts. That is hopefully š i plan to wrap it in two parts. Lets see......or i might extend!š
I wont be pming anyone for this. You can bookmark this and just look out for the update every 4-5 days. Its a short one anyways!. And if i dont see many comments then i wont be posting more either as it simply means it wasnt liked. So please do post your views š
Here's the intro, or rather part 1...A Rogue of my own.
His eyes searched for hers in the countless pairs that seemed to stare back at him, or so it appeared right then, perhaps they were all busy in themselves just walking past him, he realized the latter made a lot more sense...but somewhere he wondered if he had made a spectacle and all eyes were on him....nonetheless that wasn't the greatest of his worries that moment...his big question was....WHERE IS SHE......
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.......From behind the pillar she saw his searching eyes...a part of her wished to run forward n hug him tight like there was no looking back....but what had happened minutes ago...may have gone unnoticed by many, not by her....she stood gaping at him as the shock of those past minutes was slowly seeping in....had it really happened....and why...like how could he have just come here???....just for her???
Or was she being too presumptions again? Last time she had assumed it with him; she had fallen flat face...in her own life squat on her face it had seemed....could this be a second take of that? Or like she desperately hoped a fresh start? Did the latter even deserve a chance??? He was still searching her...or at least so she assumed...aarrgghhh another assumption....it was now or never...should she walk out and confront him??? She stood a moment long debating.......
What do I do she wondered??? Riddhima get a grip she mumbled t herself. But he was here, searching for her. What was she to do??? Run back to that life, the life she had just run away from, and the life she couldn't bear living. Noooo I can't she thought as she peered out from behind the pillar as she saw him standing there helplessly.
Wiping the tears flowing down her cheeks she saw the blackish droplets on her finger tips. The salty water of her tears mixed with her mascara. Was this her life she wondered?? Would it always be tainted black like this? Will till she was with him it would be the same she thought. Gazing back she saw him running his hands through his hair worriedly and her mind wandered back to the day, the day which she considered as the black day of her life.....the day they both were sealed together in one relation for a lifetime.........
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***~Flashback~**
Riddhima couldn't help but smile seeing Nikita and Muskaan bend over her hands applying the heena and almost all the woman present in the hall singing in chorus.
"God Riddhima you look ravishing" exclaimed Muskaan looking up holding the heena cone in her hands.
"Here let me apply the kala tikka" Riddhima frowned as Nikita bent forward and Riddhima felt her fingers behind her ear.
"Bhabhi you have already done that twice today. I think that's more then enough" she mumbled looking away.
"No Ridz, it isn't. You never know. You must be the envy of half of the girls in the town. I mean your're getting married to the most eligible bachelor The Armaan Mallik, who loves no one but you, what more could you ask for?"
"Yea loves me, my foot" Riddhima mumbled under her breath.
"Riddhima he really does. We all know that. Stop this childish behavior and participate in these ceremonies with all your heart. Riddhima afterall it's your wedding yaar. These days won't ever come back. Enjoy them till you can and these are your last few moments with us?..atleast for us?" Nikita looked at her sternly as riddhima's eyes filled up.
"But Bhabhi why me? How can I forget he killed my brother, he is a b***** murderer, he snatched away my brother, your husband from you Niki bhabhi and yet you???" Riddhima looked at her pleadingly as she whispered.
"It was an accident Riddhima and I would appreciate if you don't get this topic up ever again now" Riddhima felt her tears smudging her rouge as she saw Nikita get up and walk away.
"Why do you do this to her?" Muskaan asked her in a low tone, yet the anger evident visible in it.
"Muskaan you too? You know Rahul supports me. Why can't we just call this stupid thing off? I can't marry my brother's murderer" Riddhima glared at her as Muskaan sighed and took her face in her palms.
"Riddhima listen to me, Armaan is a great guy, he loves you, that's the reason the Malliks asked for your hand. His elder brother, the step brother of his ;whats his name? Oh yea Milind, is like a family to us. We cannot call off this wedding. Trust me Armaan will keep you happy. As for Rahul well he is just sulking seeing twin his sister go away so soon. He will come around soon" Muskaan assured her seeing fresh tears in her eyes.
"Now let me wipe your tears and please smile Ridz. It's your wedding afterall."
Riddhima looked down at the mehandi glistening on her hands and feet. Why did he have to be the one who's mehandi she wore on her hands???
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Sitting in the mandap besides him Riddhima had her eyes fixed on the ground. The pandit chanted the mantras sealing them in one knot. Walking behind him as she took the pheras Riddhima felt her life being sucked out of her. Here she was being tied to a beast, a murderer and everyone was celebrating. How she wished she could just sink to the ground and disappear. She hadn't even bothered to see what her to-be husband looked like.
She hugged Nikita and Muskaan crying as they held her tight biding her goodbye. The marriage was finally over and everyone gathered out to bid the daughter of the house a goodbye.
As they parted from the hug Riddhima saw him step forward and hold her father's hands. He was dark, tall and well built. It had to be Milind, the so-called brother of her so- called husband,
"Mr Shanshank" he spoke ina soft gentle tone.
"We will take care of your daughter. She is one of us now. A part of our family" he smiled as Shanshank patted him on the shoulder.
"I know Milind, it's only your family I could trust her to be treated like a queen"
"Yes uncle she will be treated like one" Riddhima heard the man besides her speak up. Her husband, she hadn't looked up at him to see him in face. Not that she didn't know what he looked like, she very well knew his face. The great Armaan Mallik. The face every girl would die for. But he had forced her in this and she wasn't going to be easy and let him have his way.
She gazed out through the window as they sped off in the darkness of the night. They drove in silence , twice he had touched her hand gently meaning to take hold of it as she sniffed softly but she taken it away from and frowned showing her dislike.
Stepping into her new home Riddhima put up her fake smile as Milind's wife moved the aarti plate in front of her face. Bending down she touched her feet.
No Riddhima you will be like my sister. Hear you have to give me a hug' Riddhima genuinely smiled feeling her her arms around her.
"Enough of affection Prachi now take them up atleast" Milind's voice boomed as he smiled at them.
Stepping into her room she glanced around at the interiors done up in red and cream. The fresh paint smell lingered in the air. It seemed the room had just been done up again.
"Feel at home Riddhima, you know he changed the interiors of this room just to suit your tastes" Prachi giggled as they walked in.
"Ok I'll get going Riddhima, he will be up in a minute. And welcome to our family" Prachi whispered giving her a hug and went out closing the door behind her.
Riddhima got up and looked around. Opening her suitcase she removed her night suit out and sat down on the dressing table removing her heavy jewelry. She wasn't waiting for him , under no circumstances. She would make it clear today that they wouldn't have any relationship ever between them. Her heart raced as she heard the door close and she could smell his fragrance in the room. She lowered her eyes and kept tugging her necklace feeling nervousness creeping in as she felt him step closer.
"Hear let me help" he whispered in a husky voice brushing his fingers gently against her neck. Riddhima closed her eyes as she felt him unhook the necklace. Feeling his fingers against her ears Riddhima got up suddenly and faced him.
"Keep your hands away" she glared at him and furiously shoved off his hands much to his surprise. She now glanced at his face, his deep grey eyes eying her questioningly.
"Stay away" she muttered again.
"But Riddhima???" she could confusion and hurt written over his handsome face. He laid his arm gently on her shoulder only to stiffen up seeing her step back and raise her finger pointing her. She could see his well-built body stiffen under the blue sherwani he wore as she spoke
"No you foul.you can forget but I can never forget that I married a murderer"
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Well i was supposed to make it one shot, but oh well knowing me I couldnt and made it two parts. That is hopefully š i plan to wrap it in two parts. Lets see......or i might extend!š
I wont be pming anyone for this. You can bookmark this and just look out for the update every 4-5 days. Its a short one anyways!. And if i dont see many comments then i wont be posting more either as it simply means it wasnt liked. So please do post your views š
Here's the intro, or rather part 1...A Rogue of my own.
**~PART 1~**
His eyes searched for hers in the countless pairs that seemed to stare back at him, or so it appeared right then, perhaps they were all busy in themselves just walking past him, he realized the latter made a lot more sense...but somewhere he wondered if he had made a spectacle and all eyes were on him....nonetheless that wasn't the greatest of his worries that moment...his big question was....WHERE IS SHE......
**********************
.......From behind the pillar she saw his searching eyes...a part of her wished to run forward n hug him tight like there was no looking back....but what had happened minutes ago...may have gone unnoticed by many, not by her....she stood gaping at him as the shock of those past minutes was slowly seeping in....had it really happened....and why...like how could he have just come here???....just for her???
Or was she being too presumptions again? Last time she had assumed it with him; she had fallen flat face...in her own life squat on her face it had seemed....could this be a second take of that? Or like she desperately hoped a fresh start? Did the latter even deserve a chance??? He was still searching her...or at least so she assumed...aarrgghhh another assumption....it was now or never...should she walk out and confront him??? She stood a moment long debating.......
What do I do she wondered??? Riddhima get a grip she mumbled t herself. But he was here, searching for her. What was she to do??? Run back to that life, the life she had just run away from, and the life she couldn't bear living. Noooo I can't she thought as she peered out from behind the pillar as she saw him standing there helplessly.
Wiping the tears flowing down her cheeks she saw the blackish droplets on her finger tips. The salty water of her tears mixed with her mascara. Was this her life she wondered?? Would it always be tainted black like this? Will till she was with him it would be the same she thought. Gazing back she saw him running his hands through his hair worriedly and her mind wandered back to the day, the day which she considered as the black day of her life.....the day they both were sealed together in one relation for a lifetime.........
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***~Flashback~**
mehndi hai rachne wali, haatho mein gehri laali
kahe sakhiya, ab kaliya
haatho mein khilne wali hain
tere man ko, jivan ko, nayi khushiyan milne wali hain
mehndi hai rachne wali, haatho mein gehri laali
kahe sakhiya, ab kaliya
haatho mein khilne wali hain
tere man ko jivan ko nayi khushiyan milne wali hain
ho hariyali banno
le jaane tujhko guiyaan, aane waale hain saiyaan
thaamenge aa ke baiyaan, goonjegi shehnaaee, angnaaee, angnaaee
mehndi hai rachne wali, haatho mein gehri laali
kahe sakhiya, ab kaliya
haatho mein khilne wali hain
tere man ko jivan ko nayi khushiyan milne wali hain
kahe sakhiya, ab kaliya
haatho mein khilne wali hain
tere man ko, jivan ko, nayi khushiyan milne wali hain
mehndi hai rachne wali, haatho mein gehri laali
kahe sakhiya, ab kaliya
haatho mein khilne wali hain
tere man ko jivan ko nayi khushiyan milne wali hain
ho hariyali banno
le jaane tujhko guiyaan, aane waale hain saiyaan
thaamenge aa ke baiyaan, goonjegi shehnaaee, angnaaee, angnaaee
mehndi hai rachne wali, haatho mein gehri laali
kahe sakhiya, ab kaliya
haatho mein khilne wali hain
tere man ko jivan ko nayi khushiyan milne wali hain
Riddhima couldn't help but smile seeing Nikita and Muskaan bend over her hands applying the heena and almost all the woman present in the hall singing in chorus.
"God Riddhima you look ravishing" exclaimed Muskaan looking up holding the heena cone in her hands.
"Here let me apply the kala tikka" Riddhima frowned as Nikita bent forward and Riddhima felt her fingers behind her ear.
"Bhabhi you have already done that twice today. I think that's more then enough" she mumbled looking away.
"No Ridz, it isn't. You never know. You must be the envy of half of the girls in the town. I mean your're getting married to the most eligible bachelor The Armaan Mallik, who loves no one but you, what more could you ask for?"
"Yea loves me, my foot" Riddhima mumbled under her breath.
"Riddhima he really does. We all know that. Stop this childish behavior and participate in these ceremonies with all your heart. Riddhima afterall it's your wedding yaar. These days won't ever come back. Enjoy them till you can and these are your last few moments with us?..atleast for us?" Nikita looked at her sternly as riddhima's eyes filled up.
"But Bhabhi why me? How can I forget he killed my brother, he is a b***** murderer, he snatched away my brother, your husband from you Niki bhabhi and yet you???" Riddhima looked at her pleadingly as she whispered.
"It was an accident Riddhima and I would appreciate if you don't get this topic up ever again now" Riddhima felt her tears smudging her rouge as she saw Nikita get up and walk away.
"Why do you do this to her?" Muskaan asked her in a low tone, yet the anger evident visible in it.
"Muskaan you too? You know Rahul supports me. Why can't we just call this stupid thing off? I can't marry my brother's murderer" Riddhima glared at her as Muskaan sighed and took her face in her palms.
"Riddhima listen to me, Armaan is a great guy, he loves you, that's the reason the Malliks asked for your hand. His elder brother, the step brother of his ;whats his name? Oh yea Milind, is like a family to us. We cannot call off this wedding. Trust me Armaan will keep you happy. As for Rahul well he is just sulking seeing twin his sister go away so soon. He will come around soon" Muskaan assured her seeing fresh tears in her eyes.
"Now let me wipe your tears and please smile Ridz. It's your wedding afterall."
Riddhima looked down at the mehandi glistening on her hands and feet. Why did he have to be the one who's mehandi she wore on her hands???
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Sitting in the mandap besides him Riddhima had her eyes fixed on the ground. The pandit chanted the mantras sealing them in one knot. Walking behind him as she took the pheras Riddhima felt her life being sucked out of her. Here she was being tied to a beast, a murderer and everyone was celebrating. How she wished she could just sink to the ground and disappear. She hadn't even bothered to see what her to-be husband looked like.
She hugged Nikita and Muskaan crying as they held her tight biding her goodbye. The marriage was finally over and everyone gathered out to bid the daughter of the house a goodbye.
As they parted from the hug Riddhima saw him step forward and hold her father's hands. He was dark, tall and well built. It had to be Milind, the so-called brother of her so- called husband,
"Mr Shanshank" he spoke ina soft gentle tone.
"We will take care of your daughter. She is one of us now. A part of our family" he smiled as Shanshank patted him on the shoulder.
"I know Milind, it's only your family I could trust her to be treated like a queen"
"Yes uncle she will be treated like one" Riddhima heard the man besides her speak up. Her husband, she hadn't looked up at him to see him in face. Not that she didn't know what he looked like, she very well knew his face. The great Armaan Mallik. The face every girl would die for. But he had forced her in this and she wasn't going to be easy and let him have his way.
She gazed out through the window as they sped off in the darkness of the night. They drove in silence , twice he had touched her hand gently meaning to take hold of it as she sniffed softly but she taken it away from and frowned showing her dislike.
Stepping into her new home Riddhima put up her fake smile as Milind's wife moved the aarti plate in front of her face. Bending down she touched her feet.
No Riddhima you will be like my sister. Hear you have to give me a hug' Riddhima genuinely smiled feeling her her arms around her.
"Enough of affection Prachi now take them up atleast" Milind's voice boomed as he smiled at them.
Stepping into her room she glanced around at the interiors done up in red and cream. The fresh paint smell lingered in the air. It seemed the room had just been done up again.
"Feel at home Riddhima, you know he changed the interiors of this room just to suit your tastes" Prachi giggled as they walked in.
"Ok I'll get going Riddhima, he will be up in a minute. And welcome to our family" Prachi whispered giving her a hug and went out closing the door behind her.
Riddhima got up and looked around. Opening her suitcase she removed her night suit out and sat down on the dressing table removing her heavy jewelry. She wasn't waiting for him , under no circumstances. She would make it clear today that they wouldn't have any relationship ever between them. Her heart raced as she heard the door close and she could smell his fragrance in the room. She lowered her eyes and kept tugging her necklace feeling nervousness creeping in as she felt him step closer.
"Hear let me help" he whispered in a husky voice brushing his fingers gently against her neck. Riddhima closed her eyes as she felt him unhook the necklace. Feeling his fingers against her ears Riddhima got up suddenly and faced him.
"Keep your hands away" she glared at him and furiously shoved off his hands much to his surprise. She now glanced at his face, his deep grey eyes eying her questioningly.
"Stay away" she muttered again.
"But Riddhima???" she could confusion and hurt written over his handsome face. He laid his arm gently on her shoulder only to stiffen up seeing her step back and raise her finger pointing her. She could see his well-built body stiffen under the blue sherwani he wore as she spoke
"No you foul.you can forget but I can never forget that I married a murderer"
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