AR ff:Dancing to your tunes...smallprt pg94 1/5 - Page 41

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Part 12-a

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Ridzi sighed and gently let her head rest on the window. She closed her eyes as her conversation with her parents just a few hours ago resounded in her head.

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R: Hello? Hello ma?

Padma: Haan bolo Riddhima? Kya hua beta?

R: ma, I've been trying to call day and night for the last four days! I never get through!!! And whenever I do, papa sees my number on the caller id and cuts the call!!!

Padma: Kya? How can that be beta? I'm sure there is some mistake. Maybe there in Mumbai there is some problem with the phone lines. Too many people want to talk on the phone at the same time over there maybe that's why. Here speak to papa:

Riddhima realized that her father had not disclosed anything about their previous argument to her mother. Maybe it was better that way, she thought. Her ma's blood pressure would shoot up and she would worry unnecessarily.

Shashank: what is it riddhima?

R: Papa, I really want to talk to you. Please listen to me? Papa, I'm so sorry'' I really am'..i should'nt have screamed at you like that papa, and I'm so sorry'..please mujhey maaf kar dijiye?

Shashank: When are you coming back here?

R: Papa'''main, I'm sorry papa. I can't come back to Nagpur.

Shashank(yelling): WHAT? YOU ARE NOT COMING BACK????????

R: Yes'..yes, papa please listen I really love my work and I want to stay in Mumbai, papa. I don't want to come------

Shashank: RIDDHIMA!!!!!!!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR NONSENSE!!!! YOU ARE NOT GOING FOR ANY WORLD TOUR AND I DON'T WANT YOU TO WORK IN THAT FILTHY FILM INDUSTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?????? YOU WILL COME BACK TO NAGPUR AND JOIN THE HOSPITAL!!!!

Silence--------

R: I'm sorry papa. I don't know how to make you understand. Dance means everything to me and I want to stay here in Mumbai and pursue it. I don't want to return to Nagpur---

Shashank: Why have you called?

Riddhima sighed.

R: I want to stay here papa. And I really want to go for the World Tour. It's a very big opportunity in my career. Please, let me go.

Shashank: I don't know how many times I am going to have to repeat myself riddhima, but for the last time, you are not going for that World tour!!!

R(quiet and apologetic): It's too late now. I'm already at the airport. I'm leaving for the World Tour today, papa. My flight is going to leave in an hour or so.

Shashank: I have nothing to say to you Riddhima. Whatever I say is of no use because you are hell bent on not listening. You are on a rampage to ruin yourself, and you won't heed my words, so do as you please!!!

She heard a click and the line was cut.

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In the flight------

"Khoya Khoya chand''khula aasman'." She heard a deep male voice singing the old melody, and turned to find Armaan standing by her seat with a dimpled smile.

R: Oh, Hi Armaan!!! She had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she did not even notice when he had come. She looked at the empty seat beside her. "Where did Muskaan go? She was here just a moment ago?"

Armaan settled into the seat next to her and put on his seat belt. "She is in my seat. Which is next to Rahul's in the business class. She came and said she wanted to switch because you were acting like a dukhi-aatma and she is allergic to dull and depressed people. Plus Rahul also seemed to be hinting that everyone should be traveling together'.. (the actors and press were traveling first class while the rest of them were traveling economy.) So, Here I am, for the next two hours'..

Tell me, Miss lost lost chand, what's the problem???

Riddhima laughed. "Its nothing, Armaan."

"You spoke to your parents?" Armaan asked. She nodded. "And they don't want me to go."

"But your going anyway. You've made your decision. You want to go. So why be the dukhi aatma?" Armaan had seen Riddhima trying too call her parents umpteen number of times in the past few days. He wished they would just give her a break. After all she was old enough to make her own choices.

"Come on, Riddhima just forget it, yaar. Let's watch something." He made her put on her headphones and together they started watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S on the in-flight entertainment.

Armaan knew practically every line by heart and had been a regular watcher of the show even when it aired but Ridsi had only heard of it and watched a few episodes here and there. For her every joke was new, making her keel over in a fit of giggles. Armaan just watched the myriad expressions playing on her face as the scenes shifted on the screen. She was completely engrossed in F.R.I.E.N.D.S and didn't even notice when the air hostess came.

Air hostess: Hello, Mr. Armaan. Are you enjoying the flight.

A: Yes, he murmured, watching Riddhima. He had readily swapped seats with Muskaan because he knew that some how he always wanted to be around Riddhima all the time.

Air hostess: Can I get you something to drink?

A: Um, yeah. Riddhima? He prodded her. What do you want to have?

R: shoo Armaan!!!

A: I said what do you you want to drink?

R: Shoo!!!! She gave him a glare for interrupting.

A: okay then, get her a mocktail. A pina colada if you can. And get me a glass of wine?

Air hostess: Sure sir, anything else?

A: Nope.

As she was leaving he suddenly said---"Virgin!"

Air hostess: Sorry?

A: Make it a virgin pina colada. And get me a blanket too, he said with a sideward glance at her white sleeveless tee.

Air hostess: No problem sir.

Sitting next to Armaan Mallik really had its perks. Riddhima was served with an exotically decorated pina colada and they both dug into the delicious spaghetti bolognaise that Armaan had ordered for them. By the time dessert rolled around Armaan had distracted Ridsi completely. The fight with her dad was hardly on her mind now as she laughed with him at Joey and Chandler's one liners.

Sometime later:

Riddhima awoke suddenly and found that she had almost been sleeping on Armaan. Her feet were folded up on the seat and her head was snuggled on his shoulder. She noticed he had taken off her head phones and also raised the armrest between them to let her sleep more comfortably. A blanket was tucked snuggly round her and her sandals and handbag were neatly kept on the floor. He was deep in sleep right next to her, his arms folded and his head resting on top of hers.

Riddhima slowly sat up taking care not to wake him up and gently rested his head on the seat. Placing the blanket on him she eased herself out of the seat. Reaching the loo she looked into the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and goosbumps rose all over her slim arms. Waking up like that to find her self almost sleeping on Armaan had sent her heart into a beating frenzy. She had this fuzzy feeling inside her. She didn't know what it was but she felt it every time she was close to Armaan. She enjoyed the way he pampered her, his company, all the attention he showered her with, his sense of humor''.everything about him was beginning to endear Riddhima. He had become very close to her in a matter of few days and she was growing more and more enamored by him. But deep down inside her she wished she was not so attached to him, because soon enough after the world tour he might not want to keep in touch with her. After all to him she was just a passing friend, someone he could easily forget.

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Muskaan shifted a little in her sleep making Rahul look up from the novel he was reading. Her face was buried into the seat and her legs were placed loftily on his lap. Even in her sleep this girl smiled so much'..there was probably no other name that matched her like Muskaan. Muskaan Garewal'..he mused over how it sounded, saying it a few times over in his head. Slowly his fingers moved to her tender feet lying on his lap'.she had very small feet with dainty toes that were painted blood red. As he traced light patterns on the soles of his feet, his thoughts moved to the college days''he didn't know how everyone else had known they were meant to be before they did themselves. They used to be called the Kuch Kuch Hota Hai Rahul and anjali back then. Anything they did, they did together. Rahul did the studying while Muski broke the rules. They had done the most unbelievable stuff together. Once she was bored at night so she sneaked out of her house, climbed up his hostel window and quite literally hijacked him out for an ice cream shocking the hell out of his nerdy, champu type room mates. All of a sudden he remembered this little thing. Making as little movement as possible he pulled out his wallet and looked into it. There it was, this tiny pair of anklets he had bought for her at a college fair once, but never given.

He didn't know why he had been carrying it around in his wallet for so many years'.he had just never been able to throw it out'..perhaps he had always hoped he would give it if he bumped into her someday? He gently hooked it onto her ankles and stared at it for awhile. It was just an ordinary pair that he could afford with his college time pocket money''.a thin string with a few hearts and stars dangling on it, but it looked pretty on her feet he decided. As he put his wallet back, he made a mental note to put a picture of hers in his wallet, because these filmy things meant a lot to Muski, she would freak if she found out he did not even carry a photo of hers with him.

In Dubai:

Man: Sir, You are not allowed inside.

A: Why?

Man: Sir, Rehearsals are going on inside , Miss Riddhima told me not to allow people in, she is rehearsing a song for the camera markings.( this is done so that the cameramen capture the live shows in the best possible way.)

A: That's alright. I'll talk to her.

plaese listen to the song to get a feel of the scene:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vGYF27CSrI

Armaan opened the door and entered the pitch dark theatre. He was about to take out his phone to light up a path when a bright spotlight came on at the centre of the stage. He saw a woman enter the stage and stand in the centre. She wore dark purple harem pants and a short black top, her face was covered with a scarf'..

Thoo Neel Samundar Hai (X2)
Main Reth Ka Saahil Hoon (X2)
Aaghosh Mein Le Le
Main Der Se Pyaasi Hoon

Her back was turned to him''she slowly turned and began to dance'''

Armaan, captivated by her deep green eyes, sunk into a seat in the last row of the dark theatre''

Ek Sauda Raat Ka, Ek Kaudi Chaand Ki
Chaahe Toh Choom Le, Tu Todi Chaand Ki
Ek Sauda Raat Ka, Ek Kaudi Chaand Ki
Chaahe Toh Choom Le, Tu Todi Chaand Ki

She brought out a tamburin''and as the rhythm began Riddhima moved her hips slowly with the beat, her anklets and the tamburin resounding in the hall with every move of hers''delicately she removed the veil on her face'''

Ek Chaand Ki Kashthi Mein
Chal Paar Utarna Hai
Tu Halke Halke Khenaa
Daariya Na Chalke
Mayya Mayya Gulaabi Taaren Chun Le, Saare Chun
Mayya Mayya Ki Jism Ke Pardon Mein
Dardon Ke Maarey Chun Le
Mayya Mayya Gulaabi Taaren Chun Le, Saare Chun
Mayya Mayya Ki Jism Ke Pardon Mein
Dardon Ke Maarey Chun Le

Armaan had never seen her dance like this before'''he felt like he was watching an Arabian belly dancer. Her strides were bolder, her movements more erotic and her eyes teasing and inviting. She had lost herself in the music and lyrics''

Jab Neel Samundar Jaage
Aaghosh Me Lekar Saahil
Lehraathaa Hai Aur Masti Mein
Mehtaab Ke Chehra Choomthaa Hai
Main Seene Mein
Teri saasen Bhar Leti Hoon
Karwat Karwat Main Tujh Se Lipatkar
Raat Basarkar Lethi Hoon

With no one watching her, Riddhima had shed all her inhibitions. As she swerved her hips to the music, Armaan watched her become bolder and bolder. She was dancing as though she was tantalizing someone on the stage whom only she could see. She had unleashed a side of her he would never have known''

Mayya Mayya Mayya Mayy
Seene Se Mere Utthaa Hai Dhuwaan
Mayya Mayya Mayya Mayy
Deewar Pe Kya Likhthaa Hai Dhuwaan
Dheemaa Dheemaa Dheemaa Dhuwaan
Har Baar Yeh Kya Kehtaa Hai Dhuwaan

Her long hair lashed the air with passion as she twirled, her fringe falling over her eyes'''She flaunted her curvaceous body with seductive movements in time with the Arabic beats'' The silver bells on her waist chain jingled with as she tapped her feet, her chest rose and fell as she panted''Her arms lifted revealing to him her sensuous, purling navel'''

Mayya Mayya Ale Le Le (X2)
Ek Sauda Raat Ka, Ek Kaudi Chaand Ki
Chaahe Toh Choom Le, Tu Todi Chaand Ki
Ek Megh Ki Kashthi Mein
Chal Paar Utarna Hai, Tu Halke Halke Khenaa
Dariyaa Na Chalke

Her body flowed with the music''' graceful and exotic, she seemed to be bewitching his senses with her titillating gestures''Her eyes were flirtatious and taunting, with a mysterious glint in them''

Mayya Mayya .... Ale Le Aaya Le Le Aaya Le
Mayya Mayya ....Ye Liliyaya Liliyaya Ye El Li He
Mayya Mayya Ale Le Le (X2)
Walidaaaaa....Ishta, Are Walida Walida
Maara Walida Walida Maara
Charpar Barse Charpar Barse Mehulo, Yevelo Yevelo
Charpar Barse Charpar Barse Mehulo, Hey Ji Re E Hey Ji Re E Ji Re E
Charpar Barse Charpar Barse Mehulo

As the music rose, she reached an inexplicable zenith''''everything ceased to exist except the music and Riddhima as his mind whirled with her spins into a blinding oblivion.

Walidaa....Mayya Mayya, Ale Le He Habibi

wow yaar.. i am the first one to comment.. great..

Sumedha!!!!🤗

Can't tell you how glad I am to se this one updated!

The part itself was quite good, Armaan distracting Ridhima and their scene overall was really sweet and adorable. Ridhima's apprehension about her feelings for Armaan was realistic and understandable. Rahul - Muskaan were delightful! Again the travel down the memory lane was something very natural.

Ridhima's belly dancing was well…. a pleasant surprise. Armaan being enchanted…. had to happen!😉

Eagerly awaiting developments in AR romance. A request: Please update sooner this time, its really a torture for the reader to keep waiting indefinitely😊

Love

Smriti