AR ff:Dancing to your tunes...smallprt pg94 1/5 - Page 37

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Part 11

Naach Studio. 11pm.

#Beep Beep#

1 new message from Armaan

"Mmmmmmmmmmm''.I'm craving for you tonight'..Can't wait to taste you'..to feel you melt inside my mouth''..

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Don't get ur hopes up, I was just talking about chocochip ice cream! Lol!!!!! Meet me in Freezone in 10mins?"

#Beep Beep#

1 new message from Cinderella

"Hahaha your sooooooooooo funny I nearly died laughing. No Freezone business. Its 11 at night and I don't care if ur craving for ice cream. Get here for rehearsal! Now!"

#Beep Beep#

1 new message from Armaan

"Chee chee!!!! Kya zamana aa gaya hai!!! A boy asks a pretty girl out for ice cream but she abuses him and heartlessly spurns him away!"

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1 new message from Cinderella

"Armaan, Quit the drama. Seriously its not going to work on me."

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1 new message from Armaan

"Riddhima, you should know one thing about me. When I have a craving, I become like a hormonal pregnant woman, that is'.it HAS to be satisfied! Besides, have you ever heard of a person relishing Ice cream on their own? No na? See? It's impossible! Come on, just come here'..PLEAAAAAAAASSSEEEEEEE???????"

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1 new message from Cinderella

"You are just impossible!"

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1 new message from Armaan

"No, Cindrella, getting you to say yes for a date is impossible!"

At Freezone, 10 mins later-

Armaan pulls out a chair for Riddhima.

A: So your highness has finally arrived! What a lucky day for me!!!! What can I get you madam?"

R: I don't want any ice cream now, you're the one with the craving!

A: okay okay!!!! Chill!

Armaan walked up to the counter to get himself his ice cream. She watched as he ranted off a long list of chocochip add-ons to his double sundae and then waited there, leaning on the counter and drumming on it. She had never seen him throw his weight around and use his celebrity status'..like right now. He waited at the counter just like anyone else, not expecting any kind of special treatment.

Armaan came back with a lavishly decorated ice cream in his hand and settled down in front of it with a child like joy etched on his face. Digging into it he held a spoonful in front of Riddhima's mouth.

A:"You have to try it. Yummy is not the word!"

R: Arma---

He put the spoon into her mouth. She gulped it down and licked the chocolate off her lips.

A: "It's good isn't it?"

Riddhima nodded her head. And they started yakking. When Armaan and Ridzi began there was no end to their conversation. One thing led to the other and soon they were chatting away, Armaan intermittently feeding her with the ice cream.

A: Oh, I forgot to invite you, there's a party at my place tomorrow night for all the World Tour people. And you are coming.

R: Uhm, Yeah okay. Who all are coming?

A: I guess I'll call everyone who's been signed on for the World Tour. We should get to know each other before we leave na? You know what let me call Muskaan right now.

Armaan dialed Muskaan's number and put on the speaker phone.

A male voice replied to the call.

R: Muskaan?

Ra: No, it's Rahul, Hi.

A and R: Rahul???

Ra: Haan yaar, (he puts on the speaker mode)

M: Hi Ridzi!!!!

A: Accha hai I caught you guys together. I wanted to invite you both for a party tomorrow. My place, it's for everyone coming for the World Tour.

M: What time?

A: Come over anytime after eight.

Ra: Okay. Where are you both?

A: We're at Freezone yaar.

Ra: Dekh Muskaan they are enjoying ice cream!!!!! And because of your cooking----

R: Muskaan you cooked???

Ra: Jee haan. And guess what she's made? Fried rice and munchurian, oh I'm so sorry did I say fried rice Riddhima? I meant burnt rice and charred gobi munchurian and

M: Rahul, Kuttey, everything got burnt because of YOU, and now you have the guts to-----

Muskaan started throwing things at Rahul. She picked up whatever came to her hands and without a second glance aimed at Rahul who was yelping by now.

Ra: Oh crap, she's lost it again----Muskaan no no put that down this instant!!!!

M: Kaminey!!!! Burnt rice haan???? Aaj tujhe jalaa kar na rakh diya to mera naam badal dena!!!!!!

Ra: Muskaan NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Rahul was screaming as he saw a huge big dictionary flying towards his face.

As Rahul ducked and ran about the living room he said a hasty goodbye to Armaan and Riddhima and cut the call.

Muskaan's place----

Muskaan picked a plate and hurled it at Rahul along with some of her choicest abuses. Just as she picked up a papermash vase to bang on his head, suddenly the lights went off. She could'nt hear Rahul lumbering around anymore and an eerie silence fell. "Rahul??? Rahul??" She called out his name a few times but there was no reply. She slowly moved about looking for Rahul but he had disappeared. Each time she called out his name, her voice grew shakier and her grip on the vase tightened. Slowly sweat beads formed on her forehead and she called out to him again.

Muskaan had always been terribly scared of the dark ever since there had been a burglary in her house when she was ten. The dacoits had entered through her room and muffled her screams in the dark with a pillow while they looted their house. Since that night, Muskaan had never been able to shake off that feeling of suffocation she felt whenever it was pitch dark. Suddenly, someone swiftly whirled her around and splashed her face with ice cold water. Immediately, the lights came on and without thinking a shivering Muskaan collapsed in Rahul's arms. She clung to him like a vine, her nails digging into his back. She was shaking all over and he could almost hear soft sobs coming from her.

"Yeh kya? Meri sherni bheegi billi ban gayi?"

She raised her head and he could see the tears in her red eyes.

"It's not funny Rahul! How could you play such a stupid joke? You know I'm scared the dark!!!"

"Exactly!!! You have to get over this scared of the dark thing! Its crazy and stupid! No one is going to do anything to you Muskaan!!" He wrapped his arms around her protectively wanting to rid her of her fears. Muskaan buried her head in his chest seeking solace, while he patted her head and slowly calmed her down.

"This was the surprise???"

(This was Rahul's excuse to pop up unannounced at her place at ten in the night)

"No, silly! I just got this big offer. They want me to cover the World Tour for my show."

"What? Really? Your coming with us?"

"Yeah"

"Oh my god!!!! That's great! Congratulations!!!!!" Muskaan squealed and flung her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

"Thanks" He whispered, smiling into her curly mane.

Freezone:

Armaan cut the phonecall.

Riddhima was grinning ear to ear.

A: What?

R: They are in love!!!!!!!!

A: How do you know?

R: Oh come on Armaan, anyone can tell. You should see Muski these days, she's in lalaland! She's always around the house with this stupid grin on her face and colliding into anything and everything. Either she's talking about Rahul or she's talking to him or she's messaging him in the middle of the night'..And when his show is on air---tab toh bas the whole world has to come a stand still, there should be no phonecalls and doorbells, and if anyone dare disturb her highness Muskaan, uski toh khair nahi.

Armaan laughed as he watched Riddhima talk about Muskaan animatedly. This was the thing with her. He always had a great time with her wherever they were. She was not at all like the other women, she was like a breath of fresh air. Here she was in front of him, looking so naturally beautiful as her long ponytail swished from side to side. She hardly wore any make up'.not even powder. She doesn't need the pretence, he thought. With her he didn't have to bother if the place was expensive and sophisticated enough, he could take her just about anywhere and still have a blast.

A: Aur Rahul?

R: I don't know for sure but he keeps calling her up all the time and popping up with surprise visits for her and stuff.

A: But how do you know its love?

R: You just do, Armaan! There's no set formula--- it's a different kind of feeling for everyone. But, at the end of the day when its true love you just know. Haven't you ever been in love?

A: Um, no. Maybe not. I mean I never felt that kind of stuff for any of my girlfriends. I don't think they were in true love either. Sometimes they would just pretend to be in love with me to rise in the industry'..sometimes they were having multiple affairs or some other times they decided to fall for someone more successful. Even with my girlfriends in college I don't think I managed to keep myself interested in them for more than a week or two.

R: What? Are you actually telling me you, Armaan mallik have never been in love?

A: Yes. Why does that make me an outcast or something? Infact, first of all, have you ever been in love??

R: No. I never found the right guy. I mean I went to an all girls school and then an all girls college'.and basically I hardly had any friends who were guys until I came to Bombay. And I don't think I'll end up finding love till about two to three years.

A: Why two years? Why not right now?

R: Not now definitely. I'm just twenty three, I'm too young for love.

A: There's no age limit to fall in love.

R: I know. But i don't think I'll be able to find the right guy myself. And my parents probably want me to have an arranged marriage.

A: But don't you want to chose the guy yourself??

R: Maybe I don't know what I want in a man? And plus my mom and dad will chose the best guy for me right? They'll know what I need in a guy better than me. And they're not going to force me to get married to some guy I hate or marry me off to some creep.

As Riddhima spoke Armaan watched her intently, his eyes noticing every little feature of hers. While they were chatting she had unknowingly dragged the ice cream cup towards herself and began eating it up herself. Her hands were captivating his attention and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off the sensuous movement of her hands as she delicately twirled the spoon in her fingers, swirling the ice cream in the cup. She was licking the ice cream off her lips, distracting Armaan so much that he never realized when she had polished off all the ice cream and excused herself to the ladies. He was left wishing he could do all that he had written in that message.

As she walked off, he sighed. "Admit it Armaan, the craving was not for ice cream at all, the craving was to be with Riddhima Gupta." He thought to himself.

She came back and tapped his shoulder.

R: "Chalo, lets move it."

A: Wait, I'll just pay the bill and be back.

R: No, I've already paid.

A: What? Why did you pay?

R: Why, can't I treat you to ice cream?

A: No, its not like that----

R: Chill. It's your turn to treat me back now. We've already lost about an hour Armaan, all because of you and you better stay back and rehearse for an extra hour tonight.

"I'll stay the whole night if you want me to." He whispered cheekily making her go red. Oh god, Armaan and his lines. She wondered when she would stop blushing like a teenager at every flirtatious line he said to her.

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NEXT NIGHT: PARTY AT ARMAAN'S PLACE.

Riddhima, Rahul and Muski were one of the first ones to arrive. Smoothing down the dress she was wearing, Riddhima rang the door bell. To her surprise Nikita opened the door.

N: Hi!!! Come on in,

R: Hi! Tum yahaan? I mean—

Nikki smiled and looked down.

N: Uh, actually Riddhima, we did'nt tell you the other day. I live here. With Abhi. And Armaan. Um, Abhimanyu is Armaan's younger brother.

R: Oh! (No wonder they were so similar! She thought to herself)

Nikita smiled at Riddhima and invited her in along with the others to their living room. As Muskaan and Rahul spoke to Nikita, Riddhima's eyes wandered around Armaan's house. The first thing that struck her was it was very unusual. But unusual in a good way. Right from the placing of furniture to the wall pieces, the whole room had some very unique pieces in it. The coffee table was a dark mahogany one and there were several colourful rugs and cushions spread around it. One wall was covered with a full length tapestry of what looked like multicoloured bits of waste cloth sewn together. Pure white couches were arranged in one corner and there was a flight of steps leading upstairs. The living room also had a spacious outdoor terrace attached to it.

Ra: Nikita, Where is Armaan?

N: Call me Nikki. Armaan and Abhimanyu are in the kitchen. They both cooked tonight's dinner so I really don't know how its gonna turn out.

Muskaan laughed. "That's okay, we might not stay for dinner."

Rahul snorted. "And besides, after eating Muskaan's cooking last night I think anything will be delicious!"

Muskaan shot him a murderous look and was just about to say something when Armaan and Abhimanyu entered the living room, both dressed in T-shirts and jeans, an apron tied round their front.

Ab: Hi guys,

A: Hi Riddhima,

N: The food is done? Let me go have a taste---

Abhi stopped her "Nope! You cannot touch the food now!"

N: What? Why?

A: Because this kitchen has been made a Nikki-free-zone! We can't have you contaminating the food!

Abhi roared with laughter at this and hi fived his brother.

Nikki made a face at them. "I'm sure you both have gone and ruined the food!"

Ab: Chill Nikki. We Malliks can never go wrong with food.

N: Whatever! Just look at the two of you. You know, that apron is not from last holi?? Go take a shower before everyone else turns up.

Ab: What's wrong with us?

A: We'll just change and be back.

N: NO! You will take a shower. NOW!

Then, as though she was herding two protesting children, she dragged the two of them, one by the arm and another by the collar and pushed them into the bedroom, turning a deaf ear to their constant protests.

Soon the other guests began arriving and all the other choreographers and actors were there. Anjali came and spoke to Riddhima ,Muskaan and Rahul for a while. When the party was almost nearing full swing Armaan and Abhi entered the party. Armaan was dressed in a plain white shirt and a black waistcoat while Abhi was wearing a dark blue casual shirt with jeans. Riddhima's eye instantly turned to Armaan, wanting him to look at her. She was wearing the green empire waist dress he had given her and she was quite apprehensive about how she looked in it, especially to him. His hair was still wet from the shower and she noticed the way all the girls in the room were following him with their gaze. He strode over to Anjali and gave her a hug and then started talking to everyone around. She was on the couch with Muskaan and Rahul who were going on about astrology. Muskaan was trying to convince Rahul that Rahukaalam was indeed inauspicious while he maintained that it was all plain bunkum. Getting up, she walked out onto the open terrace, enjoying the breeze.

"Hey" Armaan tapped her on her shoulder.

R:"Hi, Armaan."

A: Your looking stunning! He smiled, his eyes moving over the perfect way the dress moulded into her curves. The sea green colour was bringing out the depth in her wide deep set eyes.

R: All thanks to you.

A: There's just one thing. He murmured and then came close to her. His nose brushed against her neck as he bent and removed the clip from her hair, letting her jet black hair tumble onto her shoulders. Her breath hitched in her throat, as his fingers moved through her silky hair,bringing it out and arranging it on her shoulders.

A: There, now it's perfect. He whispered to her watching, as the colour rose on her cheeks.

Abhimanyu had noticed this little moment out on the terrace. Ever since Nikki had told him, he had been wanting to find out. Was Armaan really in love with Riddhima or was he just playing around with her? At a simple glance, Armaan looked like he was really genuinely into Riddhima, but then again with Armaan you can never tell. He's a brilliant actor, a master at concealing his feelings. How was he going to find out?

Moving into the terrace Abhi walked forward and standing behind the pair of them, intentionally collided into a tall man, who stumbled onto Riddhima who yelped with pain.

Vicky: Oh shit! I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?

R: It's okay. But, she felt a searing pain on her shoulder that instantly brought tears into her eyes.

Armaan saw her eyes fill up with tears.

A: What happened, Riddhima? Slowly removing her hand from her shoulder he saw an angry burn on her bare skin. His eyes immediately turned to the lit cigarette that Vicky was holding, with which he had burned Riddhima when he fell on her.

A: Kya kar raha hai Vicky? Look at what you've done!

Vicky: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--- He tried to touch her shoulder but Armaan shoved his hand off, took the cigarette from him and trampled it with his shoe.

A: "You've done enough already. Riddhima come in, I'll put something on this."

Guiding her by the elbow, he took her away and after a few steps, turned around to Vicky and said, "For god's sake quit those damn cigarettes, will you?"

Armaan led her up the stairs and took her into his room. He took her to the den and made her sit on the diwan and brought some ice. Then, kneeling down in front of her, he slowly moved her hair to one side and taking an ice cube, touched the wound. Before she could help it she had let out a gasp of pain as the ice made contact with her scalded skin, and Armaan cringed with her, closing his eyes.

A: Sssh….I'm sorry. This is going to hurt a bit.

He looked at her green eyes clouded with unspilt tears and felt the sudden urge to punch Vicky.

He pressed the ice down on her skin and she let out a small whimper. Out of its own accord his hand found hers, and she squeezed his palm involuntarily. Slowly, the searing pain began to subside.

She trembled as his fingers rubbed the ice into her skin, playing havoc on her senses. Gossebumps rose all over her arms, goosebumps that Armaan noticed. His fingers had gone numb holding the ice on her shoulder but his blue gaze remained locked with hers. He watched as a droplet of water sensuously seeped down her cleavage and into her dress. His fingers entwined with hers and removing the ice cube he lightly blew on the cold and wet burn and a wordless shiver passed through them. Her eyes closed as she felt his soft caress on her naked shoulder.

Knock knock!

Nikki barged into the room without waiting for an answer and found Armaan kneeling down in front of her with ice in his hands. Riddhima jerked up and rose to her feet followed by Armaan, who rose up behind her.

N: Tum log yahaan? Musakaan aur Rahul are leaving so they were looking for you, Riddhima.

R: Yeah I'm coming. Nikki left.

She made to move but he held her wrist. And then with a casual flick of his finger he slid the strap of her dress that had slipped off her shoulder. The spark that Riddhima felt inside her at that moment was something she could not explain. It was the spark of Armaan's touch, she felt like he had lit her up deep down inside, like she was a tiny flame floating in the ocean.

Freeing her hand from his, she moved out of the room, trying to conceal the secretive smile playing on her lips.

Rahul and Muskaan left to attend the award function and Ridzi started talking to Nikki. The two of them got along really well because both loved to talk. They hit it off together when Nikki mentioned that she was going to get married. Soon the girls were engrossed in details of the wedding clothes and where to find the coordinated shoes and bags, which parlour to go to and so on and so forth. They discussed every little thing on their minds as though they were two best friends. Nikki launched into the story of how she met abhi and they fell in love, while Riddhima listened in rapt attention, oohing and aahing and giving her wistful smiles whenever she paused.

N: I wanted to wear something different for the mehendi…..not the usual saree or lehenga. Even anarkali's are so clichd now.

R: Ummm, how about a sharara?

N: A sharara?

R: Yeah nikki, soch. It'll look different and you can get one stitched for yourself….and it'll be comfortable too because you'll be sitting all day.

N: Your right, it'll look nice. And I'm not a fan of dupattas also.

R: You know what? Buy the fabric that you like and get it tailored.

N: Ughh phir se ab tailor dhundna padega!

R: I'll take you to my tailor. The guy is amazing! Seriously! And he even stitches stuff on time!

As they were chatting, Riddhima's phone rang. She excused herself went out to the terrace to talk.

R: Hello?

Padma: Riddhima?

R: Ma!!! How are you? Itni raat ko phone kiya?

Padma: Tum toh phone karti bhi nahi ho. Aur kuch bataati bhi nahi ho.

R: Mumma, I called two days ago but---

Padma: Beta, yeh kya hai? Your going on a world tour? I read it in the newspaper! Humse permission bhi nahi liya?

R: Ma, everything happened so fast----

Shahshank snapped the phone away from her.

Shashank: RIDDHIMA! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING??? YOU ARE GOING ON A WORLD TOUR???

R: Haan papa woh----

Shashank: HOW DARE YOU?? YOU DID NOT EVEN ASK US!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??? EVER SINCE YOU HAVE GONE TO BOMBAY, YOU THINK YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT?

R: Papa, please stop screaming ---

Shashank: How dare you take that tone with me? Riddhima, you better remember I'm your father!!!! You are not going to any world tour or anything. I should have never allowed you to enter that stupid reality show----now look what you've made out of your life!!!! Come back to nagpur immediately!!! I want you to study here and then join the hospital as a physiothereapist atleast! You could have become a wonderful doctor, but no you want to ruin your own life by dancing around in clubs----

R: Papa, its not like that, I love dancing---

Shashank: So then make it a hobby! It is not a profession!!!! God knows what's got into your head ever since you went there, you want to go about dancing in skimpy clothes in vulgar movies, I don't know where you've lost the respect you had for yourself!

R: Papa, please! I'm a choreographer, not a bar girl!!!

Shashank: There's hardly a difference! You know what people say about you in our society meetings at the joggers park?? Aapne riddhima ko Mumbai bhej kar accha nahi kiya. Film world mein kaam ke liye kya kya karna padhta hai!! What do I say to them? Casting couch and drugs and what not, why do you want to get into all this???

R: Papa, Muskaan and i---

Shashank: Muskaan!!!! She has made a mess of her life and you want to follow her? Her parents don't care about her wayward ways, they've just let her go wandering around but that does not mean you can do this. You are getting out of hand, just look at your guts, prancing off for a world tour without even asking us? Riddhima, is this what we taught you? To lie to your parents?

R: Papa, I did not lie. I was going to tell you---

Shashank: Look at her!!! She's not even sorry!!! Arrogant and obstinate that's what you've become Riddhima, you better come back here and change your ways!!! Your going to get nowhere in life dancing around on film sets like this,

R: Papa, for the last time I'm not coming back to nagpur!!! I want to work here in Mumbai!!

Shashank: NO!!!! YOUR NOT GOING FOR ANY WORLD TOUR, YOU HEAR ME??? You come back to Nagpur immediately, or else----

R: Papa, I'm not coming back.

R: Armaan can you please take me home?

Armaan saw her eyes brimming with tears and said "Sure. I'll just get the keys."

What was wrong? Just a few minutes back she was chatting with Nikki?

On the way out—

N: Riddhima, your leaving?

Ridsi just nodded. Nikki came and gave her a hug and said—"It was soo nice talking to you."

Abhi: Yeah Riddhima, thanks for coming. And sorry about the burn.

Riddhima managed a half smile and walked out.

In the car---

Armaan put on the music and tried to make conversation but she was only nodding once in a while.

After sometime she leaned her head on the window and a single tear dropped from her eye.

Armaan realized that something was drastically wrong. Why was she crying? Was it the burn?

A: Riddhima, what's wrong?

She just shook her head.

A: Tell me na, what happened?

R: I don't want to talk about it.

Another tear rolled down her cheek which she quickly wiped off.

Armaan silently drove on not prodding her further. Then he stopped the car and opened her door. That is when she noticed that it wasn't her house. They were in the middle of what looked like a race course. He held out his hand for her and she let him walk her to the grass lawn in the middle, without even asking him what they were doing at a race course in the middle of the night. Then, silently removing his shoes, he sat down on the grass cross legged and gently pulled her down on the grass too. She too took off her stilettos and drew her legs up, hugging her knees.

A: Now, tell me what's wrong?

She did'nt say anything for a long time. And then all of a sudden the tears started to spill rapidly. A soft cry escaped her lips and Armaan brought his arm over her shoulder and gently began rubbing her back, easing out the knots of tension. She leaned on his shoulder and cried for a few moments. Slowly, she told him about her parents wanting her to come back to Nagpur and quit dancing.

A: Riddhima, do you want to go to Nagpur?

R: No.

A: Then you don't have to. That's all. He shrugged.

R: It's not that simple Armaan.

A: Look Riddhima, I've never had to obey my parents so I'm hardly the right person to say this . Our parents always want what's best for us and 99% of the times they are right. But maybe your dad has not really understood what dance means to you? He's telling you to do what is best according to him but maybe that's not what you want yourself. I know how special dance is for you and you should pursue it, not for anybody else but for yourself. Take your decisions on your own, Riddhima, otherwise later on you'll be left blaming someone else and regretting that you let them make decisions for you.

R: I know, Armaan, but papa doesn't want me to go for the world tour.

A: Did you ask him why?

R: Umm, he thinks its useless, and that I'm going off the wrong way, he thinks I'm just dancing around in skimpy clothes and wasting my brains. And in places like Nagpur, they think of the film industry as a place where everybody just goes out party, or does drugs and sleep around with each other. So papa thinks I'm doing all of that too.

A: But your not! He protested, as though she had accused him.

R: I know. But he won't understand.

A: Riddhima, you know what? It does'nt matter. You don't have to answer anyone other than your own conscience. Seriously, when you are brushing your teeth at the end of the day, if you can meet eye to eye with your own reflection, that's all that matters. As long as you know what you are making out of your life, what anyone thinks hardly matters.

She was listening to him in rapt attention, nodding her head.

Armaan smiled at her.

A: Sorry, philosophy thoda zyada ho gaya na?

R: She shook her head in a no. "It makes sense when you say it."

A: I don't think you should quit the world tour at all. Come on Riddhima, you know what an opportunity this is! You might never get it again. People slog for years and years and their work is not recognized, your getting such a huge big platform! You have no idea what this world tour will do for your career.

R: I know Armaan. That's why I want to stay in Bombay. I know that if I want to make it, there's nowhere else but here.

A: Yes. Just try to call your parents and make them understand.

She nodded.

R: Do you come here often?

A: Kinda. Whenever I want to do some thinking or I'm upset I usually come here. This place is so quiet when no one's around….

R: It's beautiful.

And it was. The vast lawn in the centre of the race course was a beautiful site to see at night. Bathed in the moonlight, the soft grass brought a serene feeling. Riddhima could feel the wet grass beneath her bare feet, and right now, sitting here with him, just enjoying the peace and quiet, was the best feeling. They spoke for awhile sitting there on the lawn, enjoying the cool night time breeze that was blowing her fragrant tendrils on her face.

R: Armaan?

A: Hmm?

R: It's almost 1at night.

A: Oops! I've got to take my Cinderella home!

Riddhima giggled. He stood up and pulled her up to her feet and they walked back to the car. When they got in---

R: Thanks

A: For what?

R: For bringing me here.

A: Anytime for you, Riddhima.

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Next Morning.

Muskaan was woken up by the loud ring of her phone.

M: Kya hai Rahul?

Ra: Muskaan, tu please Shahi fort pe aaja, abhi.

M: For what?

Ra: Just come right now please. I need to talk to you.

In half an hour Rahul was sitting on top of a rock with the morning news paper in his hands. Why was he feeling nervous? This is simple, he thought. He had talked to her about everything under the sun, right and this was not going to be any different. She walked in wearing a purple full length tie and dye skirt with a bright orange top. Trust Muskaan to dress up like a patakha even at 5.30 in the morning.

M: Oyye, Rahul what is it? You just dropped me home four hours back!!! Tab nahi bol sakta tha?

Ra: Who, actually, I did'nt figure it out till I dropped you home?

M: Figure what out?

Ra: That maybe I love you???

M: That's it!!!!! This is what you had to say??? And that too like this??? Calling me at Shahi fort at five in the morning?

With a loud huff, she turned and began to walk off!

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Agar main kahoon mujhe tumse mohabbat hai
Meri bas yehi chaahat hai toh kya kahogi (He turned her around and pulled her back.)

Main tumse kahoongi, is baat ko agar tum
Zara aur saja ke kehte, zara ghooma-phira ke kehte
Toh achcha hota (She took the newspaper from his hands and threw it on the floor.)

Agar main kahoon
Tumko jab dekhoon lagti ho jaise nayi (He pretended to dance around her holding her arm like in the old movies.)
Honthh hain pankhadi phool ki (cupping her face but she swatted him away)
Aankhein jaise jugnu chamakte huwe
Soche mera ye dil dhadakte huwe
Agar main kahoon…
Agar main kahoon ye jo chehra hai
Jaise koi chaand hai toh kya kahogi


Main tumse kahoongi
Mujhko bhoole se bhi chaand tum na kaho (raising her finger and poking his chest threateningly)
Chaand mein toh kayin daag hai
Mujhe phool na kehna woh murjhaate hain
Jugnu bhi na kehna woh kho jaate hain
Ye baatein puraani hai, jo mujhko sunaani hai (she made a face)
Kissi aur adaa se kehte, zara ghooma-phira ke kehte
Toh achcha hota


Agar main kahoon mujhe tumse mohabbat hai
Meri bas yehi chaahat hai toh kya kahogi


Agar main kahoon
Baatein sunke tumhaari main hairaan hoon (pretending to be hurt and angry, he sits on a rock and begins lamenting, picking out petals from a flower.)
Jo bhi kehna hai kaise kahoon
Lagta tumhein kuchh bhi achcha nahin
Sach ko bhi kehti ho sachcha nahin


Agar main kahoon.. (Muskaan smiled at this adorable sight and went behind him, wrapping her arms round his waist.)
Agar main kahoon tumhein pata nahin hai kyun
Hai pyaar mujhe bhi tumse toh kya kahoge


Main tumse kahoonga, mere dil ka hai ye kehna (happily he pulls her up and they begin to walk off, skipping about and tickling each other.)
Ham ko hai saath mein rehna
Ye dono ke dil mein hai na toh phir kyun kehna

Agar main kahoon
Toh main tumse kahoongi

Arm in arm they walked until they reached a secluded corner. Rahul put his arms around Muskaan's waist and she leaned into to him.

Ra: Muskaan?

M: Hmm?

Ra: Muskaan, I love you yaar! I've been wanting to tell you for ages….but I just never found that perfect moment. And then last night I realized that there is actually no perfect moment. So I just had to tell you right now.

M: You know what?

Ra: What?

M: I love you too!!!

She jumped up and flung her arms around him.

M: Why didn't you tell me when we were in college?

Ra: If you hear the reason you'll hit me….i was scared we won't be friends anymore!

Muskaan guffawed and just like he had predicted, started punching his chest with her fists.

M: how-could-you-be-so-stupid???

Ra: Oww!!! Muskaan, stop, Oww! I thought you never thought of me like that---oww—stop hitting me Muskaan!!!! And why didn't you say anything?

M: How could I say anything? I didn't even know you liked me!!!!

Ra: HAHAHAHA….He roared with sarcastic laughter. And as if I knew!

M: Kuch toh signal dete?

Ra: Kya signals? Anonymous love letters? Prank calls? Huh?

M: Whatever Rahul! Chalo now can we go and celebrate?

Ra: Yes please!

He hooked his arm in hers and they walked out, chatting with each other and enjoying the sunny morning and this bright new beginning.

hey guys!!!!!

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......anyone awake???? update padke toh you all would have slept off!!!!
well i'm here with a huugggggggggeeeeeee part to make up for the delay and i hope you like it!!!!!

i want to dedicate this part to two of my favourite friends on the forum and also two of the best writers her too!!!!
they are jia----the queen of sensuous thrillers!!!

and mia--- the queen of rib tickling romance!!!!

this part is dedicated to two of the best fanfics i have ever read.....armour of love and chance encounter!!!!

i used to wait with baited breath for the updates....and relished each and every line of the fics!!!!

since they ended a few days ago.... i want to dedicate this part to AOL and CE!!!

and guys......update ka size toh dekho......lambey lambey comments chodna pleaassssssseee!!!!

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