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Just finished reading your fan fiction and found it really cute!

Interesting concept and for me the beauty of it all lies in the sweet and endearing interactions between the characters.

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smriti

Originally posted by: ~sumedha~

Part 10

Naach studio: 3 pm.

Abhimanyu's eyes scanned the hall but Nikki was nowhere in sight. Just this morning he had received an official letter from Nikki's cabin:

Respected Mr. Abhimanyu Mallik,

This is to inform you that you are required to meet Miss. Nikita Malhotra at 3 pm sharp at the NAACH studio, Pycrofts Garden Road on Saturday, November the 18^th. The matter is quite urgent as well as important, and if not resolved in due course of time, may pose a threat to your impending engagement.

Thanking You,

Miss. Nikita Malhotra.

Mallik Builders.

Abhi smirked at Nikki's unique way of getting him here. She's always been a bit of a nut. He thought. But a cute little one at that. He looked around to find couples of all shapes and sizes. There was an old couple, a few middle aged ones, the college kiddos and a pregnant lady with her husband. A young girl came up to him and said, " You waiting for someone?" she smiled.

"Yeah, actually my fianc."

"OOH! Lucky girl! My boyfriend should be here in a while too." Meanwhile Nikki had entered the studio looking fresh as a daisy and caught a glimpse of the girl smiling at Abhi. She went to him and standing on tiptoe, placed a sweet kiss on his cheek; indirectly telling the girl to back off.

Abhi did not miss this and putting an arm around her said, "Hey honey!" he turned to the girl " Here she is."

Girl: "Hi! I'm priya. I guess I'll go find my boyfriend too. Have fun guys!"

Abhi waved at her while Nikki just maintained a fake smile.

N: "Chipkoo" she muttered and made a face.

Ab: Oh come on, she was sweet.

N: Hmph!

He turned her around by her shoulders to face him. "Acha toh Miss. Nikki, what are we doing here?" he asked her.

N: Salsa of course!

Ab: Haan haan, par asli reason kya hai madam?

N: Koi asli reason nahi hai! We are here to check out Armaan's new girlfriend---Riddhima!

Ab: He got a new girlfriend?

N: Officially nahi unofficially he's in love. But I don't think he's realized it yet. Genetically you Malliks are a little slow.

Ab: Really? Aap bhi ek Mallik banne jaa rahi hain….

N: I know! Kya karun? Tumse jo shaadi kar rahi hoon! But don't worry honey, main bacchon ko theek kar dungi!

Abhi just shook his head at her. Could Nikita ever stop talking he wondered. Before she could start off about their kids, a topic which they had discussed over a million times, he interrupted.

Abhi pointed at Muskaan, walking around frantically with her cellphone and wholeheartedly abusing her phone with some of the finest hindi swearwords he had ever heard. "That's Riddhima?"

"No, I don't think so. She's not Armaan's type." She told him.

Ab: How do you know?

N: I'm telling you its not her. Armaan's more of the straight hair variety.

Ab: Mujhe toh bohat soni lag rahi hai!

N: Shut up, Abhi!

As they were arguing a girl rushed into the hall with shopping bags and Muskaan began screaming at her. The girl just hugged Muskaan tight, said sorry a hundred times in a span of 15 seconds, gave her two shopping bags to take home and rushed off to change. She was back in a flash in her tracks and standing in the centre of the room said,

"Hi everyone! I'm Riddhima, your instructor! I'm so sorry I'm late, I overstayed at lunch a bit. Some of you guys here already know me.She pointed at the regulars. So we'll just have an intro of the new couples today."

"Hi, I'm priya, and this is Vinay." She said.

Vinay: And I don't have a clue about Salsa.

Riddhima smiled. "Don't worry, most people don't in the beginning. You'll be a pro in a few weeks."

N: "Hi I'm Nikita." She smiled.

Ab: "Abhimayu Mall---

Nikki gracefully placed her two inch heel on his toes, making him wince. "He's my fianc." She said to cover up.

Riddhima looked at Abhi and the moment she saw the tattoos Armaan's handsome face flashed before her eyes and she zoned out for a second recollecting the similar tattoos on Armaan's arms. Good lord I have got to stop associating everything on the Earth with Armaan Mallik! she thought to herself.

"Great, now lets begin. Benny and I will give you guys a little demo of what we're gonna do today. It's a small piece…hardly two and a half minutes. Now everyone hold your partner…."

She went around correcting their stance, straightening the guy's backs and tipping the girl's chins. Coming to Nikki and Abhi, she gently pushed Nikita closer into Abhi, making them feel each other's breath. "Yeah, that's better!"

By the time Nikki walked out of the salsa class, she wanted to give Armaan a huge big hug. He was right, the salsa had worked its wonders for them. At times, just doing something refreshingly different from the routine helps a lot. Spending a funfilled hour dancing so close to each other to the tunes of a flirtatious Spanish song, brought back the zing in their romantic life. Walking out Abhi smiled and said,

"You know, we should do this more often." He told her.

"Janaab ke paas time ho tabhi toh." She said melodramatically.

"Nikki, You know its not always like this. I know that this last month has been kind of crazy and we hardly get anytime together, but honey, I'm just finishing up all the projects early so that we can go on a nice long honeymoon after the wedding."

"Where are we going for the honeymoon?" she asked, suddenly all excited.

"That's a surprise!" Abhi told her.

"But I don't like surprises!" Nikki mumbled.

Riddhima rushed back home and found Muskaan comfortably settled on the couch in front of the TV with a huge bowl of popcorn in front of her.

R: Muski!!! What are you watching?

M: It's Rahul show….Downside up! Aaja, come sit.

R: No yaar, I have to just pack some dinner and rush. Aaj I'm taking the intermediate tango class and then I have rehearsals with Armaan so I won't be home for dinner.

M: Uh-huh. She muttered absent mindedly. Let the show get over, I'll come and make dinner yaar, come and watch.

R: No Muski, I haven't been doing any of the cooking for the past two days and you've cooked for 2 days! It'll just take me 20 minutes, aloo ke parathe banaa doon?

M: Kuch bhi banna de yaar, don't stress.

Riddhima began boiling the potatoes while Muskaan took a knife and began chopping onions while watching Rahul's show.

R: Oh god! I still haven't told ma and pap about the world tour! Where's my phone?? She started looking around.

M: Don't call now, its Rahukaalam!!!!

R: What Kaalam?

M: Rahukaalam yaar! In the south they believe that if you do anything during this time there will be obstacles in your way and you won't get the desired result!!! And it comes true also, its happened with me!

R: MUSKAAN! Please apna bakhwaas bandh kar!

She started dialing her parents but continuously got an engaged tone.

M: Dekha? I told you na? Kyun risk le rahi hai. Kal phone karegi toh khushi khushi haan kar denge. Simple. Yeh le onions.

Naach studio:

Armaan walked in and found Riddhima dancing with Aditya, one of the other choreographers as Pyaar ki yeh kahaani suno blared out of the speakers. They were doing a tango and though he hated to admit it, they were looking beautiful together. An unpleasant taste spread in his mouth as he watched Aditya dip Riddhima and bring her up. He was surprised at his own reaction, since when did he become possessive? All along Armaan had dated women from the entertainment industry, where it was quite normal for the girls to be involved with many men. All his exgirfriends had always been physically flirtatious with rich men from the industry…there was never a trust-faith and loyalty tag attached to those relationships. At parties and premieres, most people did not go home with the person they came with, either by choice or by compulsion. Armaan had gotten quite used to all this now, he knew it was part and parcel of this glamourous world. But, with Riddhima he felt a pang of jealousy and possessiveness come over him as he watched the two twirling together. He wanted to be the only one to touch her, the only one to hold her hand and the only one she danced with. Watching her dance with another man was making him uncomfortable inside and he detested the fact that he could hardly do anything about it.

The song ended right then and Riddhima and Aditya came over.

R: Hi Armaan! This is our song for today. I've decided to include this tango number.

His heart rejoiced at the thought of Tango with Riddhima.

" This is Aditya, he'll be with us today because we have to practice quite a few lifts for this one so he'll help us out.

A: He's rehearsing with us? He asked. She had just burst his happy bubble. This was going from bad to worse he thought. He had been hoping to spend the next few hours with Riddhima, but that seemed quite impossible. "Kabbab mein haddi," he muttered.

Ad: Hi,

Aditya shook hands with Armaan and they began rehearsing. Armaan held her waist and brought her so close to himself that she gasped at the sudden proximity. She saw a dark glint in his eyes, one that seemed to be telling her that she belonged to him alone. Each time their bodies touched Riddhima felt invisible sparks….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-nObA_Vgao

pyaar ki yeh kahaani suno
ek ladka tha, ek ladki thi
hoti kya hai jawaani suno
ek ladka tha, ek ladki thi
woh bhi ek daur tha
waqt hi aur tha
jab woh the ajnabi
dono tanaha se the
par woh kehte kise
baat jo dil mein thi) - 2
pyaar ki yeh kahaani suno
ek ladka tha, ek ladki thi
hoti kya hai jawaani suno
ek ladka tha, ek ladki thi

gumsum gumsum rehte the dono
phir bhi dil mein kehte the dono
koyi sapana hum bhi to paayein
ek din tute ghum ke woh ghere
jhilmil jhilmil aaye savere
mausam badala jaagi fizaayein
woh mil gaye, woh khil gaye
aur pyaar ho hi gaya
jo maanga tha, woh paaya to
hosh kho hi gaya
pyaar ki yeh kahaani suno
ek ladka tha, ek ladki thi
hoti kya hai jawaani suno
ek ladka tha, ek ladki thi

haule haule abb woh deewaane
gun gun gaaye dil ke taraane
sun sun jhumein saari hawaanyein
dhadkan dhadkan hai behaki behaki
mann mann, mann mann, chaahat hai mehaki
sapane apane jaadu jagaayein
phir dekhoge, toh jaanoge
kya hai nasha pyaar ka
yahi sochoge, yahi chaahoge
sun rahi ye sada
pyaar ki yeh kahaani suno
ek ladka tha, ek ladki thi
hoti kya hai jawaani suno
ek ladka tha, ek ladki thi
woh bhi ek daur tha
waqt hi aur tha
jab woh the ajnabi
dono tanaha se the
par woh kehte kise
baat jo dil mein thi

She could tell the difference instantly….this was not how she felt with Aditya. With Aditya she was just rehearsing but this felt like something much much more. Armaan was carrying out the whole song with an attitude….each time his fingers entwined with hers she felt like he was claiming her, like he had some unknown right over her. His gaze was heating up the room, and everytime they came together, he brought her into himself. Riddhima had never felt this way dancing with any other man….Armaan made her more aware of her own feminity than she had ever been. Aditya showed Armaan some of the lifts and he was an incredibly fast learner who maneuvered Riddhima's petite body with ease and style.

The door of the studio opened and a girl dressed in a purple track suit entered the hall and without bothering to wait for Armaan and Riddhima to stop dancing, barged in and choked Armaan in a hug.

"Ammy!!!! It's been soooooooo long!!" Armaan broke the hug and detesting the interruption said, "Hi Shonali, What are you doing here?"

"It's just Shona for you baby!" she said, pinching his cheeks. "I'm here for my world tour rehearsal with Adi!" she turned to Aditya. "Adi honey, I'm so sorry I got a little delayed at my shoot!"

"It's okay." He muttered, pointedly looking at his watch. Shonali was more than an hour late today but Aditya was quite used to it by now.

"Oh, so you guys are going to rehearse in the other hall? Great, you should get going, its kind of late already." With that Armaan shepherded the two out and shut the door.

But when they resumed dancing somehow, Riddhima was not the same. Rather, each time he pulled her close she was reluctant to come making him pull harder so that she crashed into him. Her green eyes seemed to hate the way he overpowered her and her long hair lashed against his face everytime she spun. As the song gained momentum, the passion in them rose. There was a sudden fire in their dance, Riddhima, determined to keep away and Armaan driven to bring her as close as possible. And then in one turn, Riddhima spun so fast that she lost her balance and fell on the floor.

"Ouch!" she yelped and Armaan was instantly on the floor at her side.

"What happened, Riddhima? Where does it hurt?" His sudden concern for her touched her.

"It's not a big deal Armaan, Its just because of the new shoe, my feet are getting a little sore, that's all." She told him.

He shook his head and sat down on the floor cross-legged and pulled her foot towards him so that Riddhima slid closer to him on the floor. He took her foot on his and gently took off the sandal. Her ankles had become red and sore and he could just see a little blister popping up.

"You've been dancing all evening haven't you?" He asked.

"I can't help it, the world tour is about to begin and there's so much to do!"

"Oh, for God's sake get some rest! He began slowly bending her foot in and out flexing the muscles. "Armaan what are you doing?" she asked.

"Foot massage." He replied. "That's what you need right now." And before she could protest Armaan's fingers had already begun their work on her feet. He rubbed the soles of her feet and then went on to massage her ankles. But for Riddhima, rather than relaxing her this foot massage was sending up electric shocks and tremors up her body. He kept talking to her as his fingers soothed her feet but she was hardly registering anything he said. Her feet and her mind were giving up to his sensuous touch as she watched him rubbing her sore ankles intently. Looking for something to do, she pulled out her dabba and opened it. As she opened it and put a little bit into her mouth he said "What are you having? Aloo paratha? AAAAAA" He opened his mouth wide his hands still rubbing her feet. She was left with no choice but to carefully place a piece in his mouth. After chewing on it a little he said, "Riddhima, yeh tumne banaye hain?"

She nodded her head. He just grabbed her hand and began planting kisses on them.

"Armaan!" she drew her hands back in shock.

"I swear Riddhima, I haven't had such amazing aloo parathas ever since my ma passed away. You make them just like her! They are just mmmmmmmmm" he licked his lips.

When Armaan finally dropped her home after the rehearsal it was almost 3 in the morning. Ridzi entered her room and was surprised to hear Muskaan's voice in the dark.

"What are you doing? No, don't Rahul, please!!!!!! No, no, you can't do this, you promised remember?"

"Muskaan????" Riddhima switched on the lights to find Muskaan babbling away on her cellphone.

"Muskaan, who is it?" she asked.

" Oh hi Ridzi, Tu aa gayi." On the phone she said, "kuch nahi Ridsi aa gayi bas."

Turning to Riddhima she said, "Rahul says hi."

"Rahul ? Hi? Abhi? Its three in the morning Muskaan!"

"Three? As in three am??? Rahul, idiot, gaddhey, do you realize its three am in the morning???" she screamed. "mera phone bill kya tu bharega haan? We've been talking for more than three hours!"

Riddhima's eyebrows just went up higher. Agreed Muskaan could talk a lot, but three hours???

"Oh just shut up!" Muskaan shut her phone. She turned to Ridzi who was standing in front of her with a shocked expression on her face.

"Umm, who actually college ki purani baatein and all….aur tu toh jaanti hai yeh stupid Rahul kitna bakbak karta hai!" she fumbled. Riddhima was still looking at her in disbelief. "Waise, I saw the dress. It's beautiful! Who gave it you? Don't tell me you went and bought it?" Now it was Riddhima's turn to get flustered. Muskaan had turned around cornered Ridz to escape the interrogation she would have to face about Rahul.

" Umm, no one, actually Armaan gave it to me just like that…"

"Oh."

Both the girls decided not to cross question each other further. Muskaan climbed up to her bunk bed and settled in. Riddhima took out the dress and hung it up in her side of the cupboard. As she touched the shimmering fabric, she recollected what Armaan had said.

R: For whom?

A: Uhm, its for a friend. It's a gift. She's very very pretty and I want to gift her something gorgeous to wear.

R: What's the occasion?

A: Uhm, there's a party at my place before the world tour. He invented wildly.

R: But what if she does'nt like what I pick out?

A: Don't worry. I know her well. She'll love whatever you choose.

Riddhima skimmed through the racks looking at the designer dresses.

R: Is she short?

Riddhima picked out a plain green dress wondering who this "friend" of Armaan's was.

R: Armaan, will she like this one?

A: Try it on.

A: Wooooowwwwwww!!!!!!!! It's perfect.

R: Really?

A: Yes. It's more breathtaking than you could imagine.

Riddhima fondly recalled his words. More than the dress, his words and the way he described her were arousing special feelings within her. Did he really think of her as pretty? A blush crept up her cheeks and she quickly hung up the dress and got into bed, turning off the lights. Above her though Muski tried to hide it, she could see the light from her cellphone on the ceiling and knew she was messaging Rahul. Pyaar Dosti hai! She mused, remembering the Kuch Kuch Hota Hai line and how apt it was. With a smile on her face Riddhima dozed off to sleep.

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Hey guys!!!!! Here's part 10! i know this story is going slower than snail's pace and i'm being a complete pain with the delay and all. My school's just started and trust me guys, writing salt analysis in your chem record is worse than torture!

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sumedha