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Neeta

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Posted: 16 years ago

#31

Originally posted by: missypatel

cheers liz...!! lots happpenin in d intro itself....wait for u to unfold sum more!!

~nij

Hey Nij ! Thanks hun :)...will continue soon 😳

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prerna

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Posted: 16 years ago

#32

hey liz
wow yaar
the title is quite interesting in itself
n so is the intro
um blown away yaar
seriously loved it
do pm me please
keep posting
sorry for late comments was busy with coll work

Edited by prernawaghray - 16 years ago

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Robin

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Posted: 16 years ago

#33

wow liza, great concept! ridz a killer! poor armaan, his dad was just shot :(
looking forward to this!

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RICHA JHA

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Posted: 16 years ago

#34

hey gr8 story concept..soo diff liked it..plezzzz condt n pm me when u start it!!!plezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz thanks

richa

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aarora

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Posted: 16 years ago

#35

wow honey..just read d intro..luvd it..continue soon..
n plzzz PM me whnvr u update..

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Neeta

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Posted: 16 years ago

#36

Originally posted by: sea_nyx
omg!!! fantastic concept, plz plz plzzzzzz do continue it as i just LOVED it!!! GOd!!!! talk about different!!! i can't wait to see how this is going to turn out....

Hey Aarti ( right ? ) Thanks a ton ! 😃

Originally posted by: suvrati
oh my god riddhima the shooter
plz god save my armaan hehe
ok liz count me in
a very interesting 1

Thanks suvrati 😳

Originally posted by: dmgaddict
i luved ❤️ ❤️ dat intro!!!! plz continue soon

Thanks =)

Originally posted by: prernawaghray
hey liz
wow yaar
the title is quite interesting in itself
n so is the intro
um blown away yaar
seriously loved it
do pm me please
keep posting
sorry for late comments was busy with coll work

Thanks Prerna 😊

Originally posted by: Robin_M
wow liza, great concept! ridz a killer! poor armaan, his dad was just shot :(
looking forward to this!

Thanks yaar 😃

Originally posted by: richajha1993
hey gr8 story concept..soo diff liked it..plezzzz condt n pm me when u start it!!!plezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz thanks
richa

Thanks Richa 😳

Originally posted by: kickass_diva
real nice concept..waiting for the story to unfold...
i bet that riddhima is an assasin!

Thanks dear, I guess you will have to wait..😳

Edited by -Neetz- - 16 years ago

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kickass_diva

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Posted: 16 years ago

#37

real nice concept..waiting for the story to unfold...

i bet that riddhima is an assasin!

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maryam

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Posted: 16 years ago

#38

wooow amezing intro really good plsss continue sooon

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Sai Prasanthi

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Posted: 16 years ago

#39

I feel its been so long Lizi.. since we got to know anything further about this.. continue soon dear...

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Neeta

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Posted: 16 years ago

#40

Hi Folks ! I'm finally updating this Fic ( I hope you all didn't forget that this one existed LOL 😆) No romance in this part, infact AR haven't even met. So I'm sorry if I dissapointed anyone 😊 This is also my first try at a thriller, so it maight be crappy ( I'm sure ), so please be honest with your comments ! 😃

PART 1

She banged open the door and rushed into it, engulfed in rage everyone knew resulted in an upheaval in the Office, strode across the room towards a huge desk in the right corner. She went over to the desk and banged down her fists on the table, making everyone, including the person sitting behind the desk, jump in fear.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me that Varun Mallik's son would be attending the inauguration too?" She shouted, glaring at the person.

The person sitting behind that desk, Vivek Yadav, was the head of the organisation Ridhima worked for. He was tall, dark and very well built. He had eyes that shined like a crystal when sunlight fell upon them, yet they were cold and menacing. He had an intimidating aura about him that made anyone within his vicinity bow down in fear, except one person – Ridhima Gupta. She was the only person who could stand up to him and tell him that he was being a nitwit.

It was a widely known fact that Ridhima Gupta had a terrible temper; she could turn the world upside down if someone dared to trigger her, and so no one messed with her, not even Vivek Yadav.

Inspite of her unstable behaviour & extremely short temper, she was one of the most valued people of their organisation, for the simple reason that she was the best at what she did. She could get the right target even in a fish market.

Gathering himself back after Ridhima's outburst, Vivek Yadav levelled his voice and said, "Ridhima, I didn't consider the fact to be of enough importance-"

Ridhima's temper seemed to have reached new heights when he said that, "ENOUGH IMPORTANCE?!" She yelled, "Do you even have a bloody idea of the consequences we might have to bear because of your carelessness?"

Vivek stared at her, apparently in a state of utter confusion, "Ridhima, I don't understand, what are you-" The remaining question was lost as Ridhima cut him off once more.

"Are you actually dumb or acting like one? Don't you see? His son, Armaan Mallik, SAW his father drop to the ground; he died INFRONT of his eyes! Don't you think he would want to get to the roots of his father's assassination? Don't you think he would want revenge? Or were you stupid enough to assume that he would sit quietly and accept his father's death as a passing-by affair?" She finished in one breath, still glaring at Vivek.

Vivek stared at her incredulously, with an "Are-you-serious" expression on his face, His lips curved into an involuntary smile, "Ridhima, What you are saying is not possible, We are a huge organisation. Mallik cloth Pvt. Ltd is only one company, we are funded by almost 50 companies like that. Leave alone revenge, Armaan Mallik cannot even touch our boundary" He finished, the smile still lingering on his face in realization of the fact that Ridhima was getting hyper over nothing. Did she really think one man could destroy "The dominion insurgents"?

Ridhima on the other hand, still did not seem to be convinced, her voice had become levelled, but coldness crept into her eyes and her face became straight. She bent down and pressed her fingertips into his desk, and stared into his eyes with a steeled expression, "Look Yadav, Armaan may not be able to destroy us but let's not forget, He is powerful enough to get our roots tracked. He will make sure that we are hunted down, even if it means searching in every corner of Earth. We are already topping Interpol's most wanted list, and if it gets to know that we were behind the assassination of the world's richest Indian then I doubt we will be able to escape them without a scratch once again" She paused a bit, and Vivek seized the opputunity to talk.

"Alright Ridhima, If you think that Armaan can prove to be a hinderance, then we can arrange to dispose-"

"We can't do that" Ridhima cut him off yet again, "The police must have deduced that after Varun Mallik, it is likely that Armaan would be in danger aswell. They must have tightened the security around him, along with his personal security. It would be impossible to reach him till the time this matter doesn't die down, by which time, Armaan will make sure that the culprit behind his father's murder is tracked" This time she genuinely stopped for Vivek's response, but he simply shook his head and did not budge.

Ridhima sighed exasperatedly, and said, "Yadav, I don't know what you are planning, but if we're jeopardized because of your stupidity, then I will be the first person to leave this organization"

And with that, she turned on her heels and exited the room.

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Armaan stared his father's dead body, covered by a white veil. Had it actually been 3 days since his father had been dead? Because it seemed just like yesterday. Tears burned his cheeks as he recalled the moment his life turned upside down…The crowd…The cheering…and then suddenly, his father became still, and his eyes widened in shock. He stood there, watching the events unfold in front of his eyes, rendered incapable to do anything due to the shock of father's sudden stillness. Then gradually he dropped to the ground, as if someone had pushed a lifeless object from a table.

And he still couldn't do anything. As the horror of what had happened dawned on him, he ran towards his father as the crowd went berserk. He didn't care that he might be targeted aswell, he didn't care that he might get buried under the stampede. He still couldn't believe, as he held his father, who was well and alive a moment ago, was no more. He was still holding onto his father tightly when the security came and pulled him away…..

The scene dissolved in his mind as he came back to reality. He was sitting in the drawing room of his house, with his father's body lying in the middle, and his photograph sitting behind him. He looked up and saw women crying, sitting across him. The hall was packed with relatives, acquaintances, and friends. All of them offering him their condolences, although he knew most of them were fake.

Memories of his father flooded his mind, he remembered the last time when both of them had been extremely happy….when Mallik Cloth Pvt. Ltd had received the government's consent to start a factory in Armori….

Varun Mallik was sitting in his office when his son,Armaan, burst open the office door and walked inside, apparently extremely happy about something. He pulled his hand up and fluttered what looked like a letter.

"Dad ! I just recieved an official fax from the ministry of home affairs. They consented to our project in Armori Dad !" he finished, almost jumping at his spot.

Varun Mallik jumped up from his chair and strode across the room to hug his son, "That's great new Armaan !" he said, whilst hugging him. He patted Armaan on his back and broke apart, holding him by the shoulders, "It's all because of you Armaan, I'm proud of you"….

He felt someone pat his shoulder and was brought back to the present. Fresh tears blurred his vision, he was looking everywhere but at his father, because whenever he looked at his father, he was forced to face the shocking reality that his father was dead, and he did not want to face that reality.

He was unaware of the pandit reciting his matras, he was unaware of people patting his shoulders, all he could see was the image of his father's shocked, stilled face flash again and again in his mind.

The post-mortem reports had confirmed that he had been shot with a lazer gun, and the forensic team had inferred, from the small pierce in his neck, that the shot had been taken from one of the tall buildings on the left side of the road. When Armaan had gone to claim his father's body, he was unable to see his father's lifeless body lying infront of him. His face was not peaceful. It is said that when a person dies without contentment, even his dead face does not seem to be at peace.

A sudden, unexpected rage built within Armaan and he gritted his teeth. A surge of anger, went through him like electricity running through water, and the need for revenge engulfed him, I will not leave whoever destroyed my family…I will make sure my father did not die in vain…I will kill that person....