The Clear Mirror –A&R-Part9pg17|NEW!!!14/07 - Page 6

Part 3:

"Haye Ram, mein toh gaye!" Riddhima whispered under her breath…

"I heard you, you whoever you are, just come out! I'm the the the … undercover cop, yes you heard right undercover cop, COME OUT THIS INSTANT!" Armaan tried to stay calm.

"Nahin, yeh aise hi karaha hai, mein isko peeche se attack karti hoon." Riddhima quietly expressed her master plan.

"Agar, Muskaan hoti toh , usko hamesha pata hai ki kya karna chaye …"

Riddhima just had to take a shot at her plan, because nor Muskaan was going to come, nor this evil person, murder, (that's what Riddhima thought he must be a murder), was going to leave.

As Riddhima quietly came out, she slowly held the lamp in her hand, ready to attack. She knew she would have to hit him on his head otherwise he would obviously fight back. She had seen it in all the Bollywood movies.

"Yaar, see yeh bollyowod movies kamr aye na…" Riddhima thought to herself.

Armaan heard something behind him, for sure it was someone, and he could just sense it. He felt a sudden struck at the heart, like he should turn around, and something special would be waiting for him…

Armaan turned around…

"Ahhhhhhh…" came a shriek from behind the lamp.

Armaan had caught someone's hand on the lamp, and had his tight grip on it…

As they both breathed heavily… suddenly the same feeling came back to both of them as Armaan had felt as he stepped out of the airport and how Riddhima felt when she stepped out of her house.

They both felt a strong connection. Vibrant energy was flowing throw their veins now. The sense of the warm touch of the hand had seemed as it had feed adrenaline through her veins. He felt the warm energy was welcoming and something special like he had never felt before…

Then it felt as if electricity sent a current within them… they suddenly had taken their hands off the lamps at the same time and the lamp went crashing down… And the lights switched back on…

Armaan felt as if he was in a stance, he couldn't believe the sight right infront of him. A beautiful girl,( he guessed she was Indian or desi), damn he thought a desi girl. She seemed as she also had gotten horribly soaked by the weather outside. Still she looked gorgeous, as the sari sticked to her body, he'd say she had a perfect body. But that was what not surprised him, as she slowly looked towards him, he saw an angelic face. She had huge pearl green eyes, and just overall a very pretty face. Not like he never seen a gorgeous face before, but she seemed to have a different kind of positive energy, that sent current through him every time he looked at her…

As Riddhima found him staring at her, she quickly just looked down… She was struck she didn't know what do, I mean that's what she feels when she such an amazing looking guy in front of her. Muskaan usually handled those situations, but now she was alone…

Armaan suddenly, came out of his trance, and figured out he was in the wrong room, but why was she trying to kill him, he couldn't help but wonder… He had to ask.

"Um… yeah I'm sorry about coming into your room, but the lights went out and I needed to change. And I took a lucky guess, I guess it resulted in the wrong guess. And I guess you're in the same situation as me, because you look pretty drenched yourself! But, why did you hide behind the sofa… I mean what was the point of that. You terrified yourself and me as well… And what the hell, where did you come up with the idea of killing someone with a lamp, I mean seriously… come on…" As Armaan ranted on and on …

"Hello…" As he waved his hands in the air, across her face, because she wasn't saying a word.

"Hello, Rise and shine…Sleeping beauty…Angelina Jolie… Julia Roberts…" Armaan tried to make her talk…

"Armaan she's from India she wouldn't know any of these people" Armaan thought.

"Okay, I have watched a couple of Indian movie hold on…" As Armaan tried to come up of Bollywood actresses.

"Um… Ashwarya Rai… Helllllooo…Kareena Chopra… Kapoor… desi girl… , I don't know but will you say something…" Armaan tried again.

Out of the blue, Armaan's cellphone started to ring.

"Oh my god, its Sam…" Armaan quickly picked up his phone…

"Hey, Sam what's up"

"Yeah, I made it fine" Armaan firmly spoke

"Yeah, yeah laugh at my situation, I'm drenched, and I guess it's to early to tell about India…, but I can tell you people here are different" As he smiled over at Riddhima.

I mean psycho, Armaan thought in his head.

"Yeah I met someone but she doesn't say anything…"

"I tried I asked her everything…"

"Darn it, people here, god damn, I hate it!"

"She doesn't understand, I came to the conclusion she doesn't speak English…"

"Whatever, Sam you tell me what's up…"

"Excuse me!" came a rather sweet, but angry voice.

Riddhima couldn't believe it, if he was going to rant along about himself, he can be for it. But, who gave him permission to make conclusions about her country, like who the h**l did he think he was! She wasn't going to let him have the wrong picture of her country. She was about give him a piece of her mind.

As Armaan turned around, he didn't find her there… exactly it proved his point, they're psycho here…

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"Muskaan! Tum mujhe wahan se keech kar kyun ley aye! Tum nahin jaanti ki woh idiot kaun tha! Woh mere desh ki buryian kar raha tha… Mein usko chorti nahin… Aur tum… Ab tum chup kyun hai… kya baat hai?"

"Woh, who, woh hamra…" Muskaan tried to reveal.

"Woh kaun hai… aur whoh tumhara kamre mein kyun hai, aur by the way mujhe lengha nahin dikha ander" Riddhima stated.

"Riddhima, woh kuch nahin janta hai kyun ki woh America sey aye hai…" Muskaan tried to explain.

"Hain toh, America sey aye hai koye star toh nahin hai na!" Riddhima question

"Riddhima, tum abhi nahin samjeti ho…" Muskaan said again.

"Muskaan, nahin mein naye samjeti, kaun hai WOH!?" Riddhima got worried now.

"HAMRE BESTFRIEND! ARMAAN! WOH LADKI JO KAMRE MEIN THA WOH ARMAAN, HAMRE BESTFRIEND THA!" Muskaan finally declared!

Riddhima felt as if her heart stopped beating or she skipped a beat! Something had just happened and she couldn't explain exactly. Woh, murder, woh frangi ladka hamre bestfriend hai! She couldn't believe it!

"Riddhima, tum teek toh ho na" Muskaan said in a worrisome tone.

Riddhima suddenly snapped out of it.

"Ab sab teek ho jayega, come, sune meri baat, I have a plan!" Riddhima quickly took Muskaan away.

As Armaan had changed and came downstairs to join everybody, he felt quite relieved now after the incident that has just happened upstairs.

"Hain, yeh hey hamre beta Armaan…" Armaan's dad started introducing Armaan to the family.

As all the oldies stood the circle Armaan felt quite werid. Some of the oldies included Mr. and Mrs. Sharma (Muskaan's parents), Mrs. Gupta (Riddhima's mom), and Mr. and Mrs. Malik ( Armaan's parents).

"Kya hua beta, tum intne khoya khoya kyun lag rahi ho?" Mrs. Sharma questioned.

"Obviously, woh akela feel kar raha hai hamre beech." Mr. Sharma quickly answered.

"Koye baat nahin hai, Muskaan aur Riddhima abhi aate he hai." Mrs. Gupta said, as she searched around from them.

"Hain beta, tum apni bachpan ki bestfriends ko to nahin bulye na?" Mr. Sharma asked.

"Nahin uncle, actually who kahan hai…" Armaan searched around the room as well.

Armaan you're an idiot, why are you searching around the room, you don't even know how they look.

"Beta, don't worry they're as excited to meet you, as you are to meet them…" Mr. Sharma quickly added.

As the lights went out again, and the dance floor was cleared.

Not again Armaan thought, I'm going bump into someone else now, and mess up again , and give everyone the wrong impression. And what is with the lights here, seriously.

Then two girls walked into the spotlights, with their backs turned to the audience.

As one girl held the mike, she said

"Good evening everybody! We wanted to welcome one of our bestfriend back to the country… Hope he enjoys his stay here, and if he doesn't we will make sure he does…" One girl stated.

"Welcome back …!" The other girl added.

Armaan was in shock, he couldn't believe it, who where these two girls and how did they know him…

"Yeh hai Riddhima aur Muskaan." Ms. Gupta quickly told Armaan, before the performance started.

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Part 4

(last part on pg 7)

As they're hips swayed from one way to another, everyone was left stunned! It was as if they were watching a Bollywood performance, the two desi girls performing on stage were well just beautiful. And the best part of course they were performing to the song desi girl.

Armaan couldn't believe his eyes, he would never have the guts to do a stand up performance and he meant that, like wow what a performance he thought.

As the dance ended the two girls bowed and left the stage.

Armaan clearly analyzed both girls, well not in that way, just as a person or dancer he thought.

They both were extremely pretty, but one of them just had the glint her eyes. As she danced to the music, she danced from her heart and soul, and everything made perfect sense for her. She danced for herself. As her clothing twirled around and tightened around her slim waist it redefined the dance. Overall it was one the best performances he saw.

Now he just had to talk to them, why did he feel it was not going to be any difference from talking to one his friends from back home? He though he had to take a chance, I mean why not… what is he going to loose or gain?

As Armaan walked over to them, they were both crowded by girls that looked their age and praising their dance.

"Wow yaar, kya dance tha, tumne toh priyanka chopra koi be peeche chor diya"

"Haan yaar, kya baath hai!"

Oh so it was Priyanka Chopra's song he quickly made a mentally note.

As Armaan went to the girls that had they're backs facing them he said…

"Wow what an amazing dance! Hi I'm Armaan" Armaan said while sticking his handout.

They both turned around in sync.

"Namaste ji" Muskaan replied and she put her hands together and walked off.

As the rest of the girls followed, Armaan was left stranded with his hand still in the air.

As they walked off, Riddhima turned around to look at the stranded Armaan, and quickly slipped in a smile, and Armaan replied back with his flashing smile.

As he quickly took his hand back, he had a smile playing on his lips, at least one of the two was cute or nice or both he thought…

This party was pretty overwhelming for him. Usually in America the parties were well calmer. There wasn't crazy drunk, or non-drunk people dance around to Punjabi songs. Not that he didn't like Punjabi songs, but they were blasted to the limit. He again saw one of the two, desi girls on the floor, he figured out her name was Muskaan and she was the rude one. But he couldn't find the other one he wondered where she had gone. At the moment he couldn't care any less he just wanted to get some fresh air. He headed upstairs because he had a balcony in his room. Maybe their he can find some peace he thought amidst this crazy crowd.

He quickly got in and closed the door behind him. Oh shit! He was in the wrong room again.

"Wow, Armaan you have to stop doing this, why are you so ahh! I think it's the jet lag"

"Whose there?" came a voice.

As the other desi girl came out of the curtain, she looked like an angel in the blue and white lengha, and the white curtains surfacing her face, just wow.

"Oh I'm sorry, I guess I came into the wrong room again, I'm leaving" Armaan quickly turned around to go to the door.

As he went to the knob, it wouldn't turn, what the h*ll was going on he thought!

"Why isn't thing opening?" Armaan tired his hardest but it wouldn't budge.

As he slowly turned around, she wasn't there anymore, he saw the entrance to the balcony and went their and stood right next to her.

A cool breeze passed by them, but both them were so close next to each other their body heat kept them warm.

Armaan decided, since they were locked in the room why not get to know each other, not like she can escape this time. And her partner in crime and a.k.a her other desi girl a.k.a ms.rude wasn't here so he thought to give it a shot.

"Hi I'm Armaan" As tired again, facing her this time.

This time she did turn around.

In her sweet voice she said "Hi I'm Riddhima."

"Wow, Hi I'm glad to meet you after so many years." As they shook hands, they're eyes meet.

She had the perfect pearl shaped swiftly green eyes.

And, his eyes icy gray and blue.

"Wow, that was an amazing dance out there, truly compendable" As bowed down towards her.

"Yeh ape kya kare hai, oh sorry I mean what are you doing" As she slightly moved back.

"I'm bowing down to your guts, I would never do a dance like that in front of hundreds of people" Armaan added and Riddhima laughed.

"Wait you can speak English?"

"Why, is this a stereotype, that Indians can't speak english, and do you really want to get on this again, I can totally give you a lecture again" Riddhima said as she laughed this time.

"No, no it's not a stereotype it's just, you don't have an accent, you sound well, pretty good in English, and yeah"

"Well you know what; you're nicer than the first Armaan that I meet inside the room for the first time"

"Hey now that's unfair, I was in a dark room and someone was about to kill me"

"Ha, ha, very funny, what else was I supposed to do, if I felt a threat to my life!"

"Self-defiance, have you never heard of it"

"No, I haven't, and I don't need to learn it"

"Well, a pretty girl like yourself should learn it, because never know when a boy will go latoo (crazy) on you"

As Riddhima turned around suddenly…

"What did you say?"

"That a pretty girl, like you should learn self-defiance, because never know when it will come handy" As Armaan added a wink.

As Riddhima blushed a crimson red, she quickly turned around.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I don't think I will ever need it!"

"What if you needed it in a situation like this, I mean you are in a locked room with a stranger"

"Well, I always have um …" As Riddhima tired to find something she could attack Armaan with.

"Ha, my hair pin", as she took her hair pin out that held her long silky hair in place.

"What can a hair pin do?"

As Armaan said that, he was attacked the one little hair pin Riddhima held. She poked him, everywhere in his upper body. He couldn't take it anymore, as they started running around, the room. Riddhima handling her heavy lengha, and still trying to get Armaan with a hair pin. As Armaan ran hysterically, like mad dogs were after him. Riddhima got him a couple of times, but couldn't do much against Armaan. As they headed back to towards the balcony where they started, Armaan felt has if he was being corned by Riddhima.

"Ridz, please nahin, nahin, nahin " He screamed like the old actresses as he covered up his chest.

" Mujhe pur aisa attyachar nahin" As put his hand across his forehead like an old Indian actresses.

"Toh phir, who told you mess with me, mein to gabar huin!"

"Kaun, tum gabar"

As they both starred at each other for a second, they started hysterically laughing. They laughed and laughed for a while.

"Ohh my stomach hurts" Armaan whaled.

"By the way what were we laughing at again" Riddhima questioned, recovering from the laughing riot.

"Something about you being gabbar" Armaan tried to not laugh again.

"Wow this just feels like old times, when we were younger"

"Yeah I know what you mean, just laughing for laughing, like no limitations"

"Wow, I've never laughed like this in a while, especially not in America" Armaan said.

"Wait, what did you call be before when I was doing my physical attaychar on you?" Riddhima questioned, with a small laugh.

"I think I called you Ridz, why is that fine with you, I mean…" As his voice trailed off.

"Yeah of course, only my friends call me Ridz…"

"I'm one of your friends?"

"Well, I guess well you like my friend I lost and then gained again, so you technically were always my friends, but I never really meet you …" Riddhima tired explain.

"Ridz" Armaan laughed.

"You don't have explain why you're my friend, you just are, and that's it"

"Okay, okay I got, it's like gods destiny, like it's meant to be, right"

"Well if you want to put it in that way sure, I wouldn't say god's destiny but sure yeah it's meant to be"

"Armaan, what's wrong, why are you saying things like this"

Riddhima felt a rush through her like she was sensing something was wrong with Armaan, and since she is Armaan's friend now, she had the right to know, or is it too soon?

"Armaan, what's wrong?"

"Riddhima, it like…"

As Armaan tired to say something, someone came into the room

"Riddhima, tum yahan ho kya?" Muskaan questioned scared.

"Riddzzzyy, tum kaha ho, Riddhima tum yaha ho kya?"

"Muskaan, kya hua, tum aise kyun?"

"Riddhima jaldi neeche chalo, please abhi" As Muskaan started dragging Riddhima out of the room.

"Ruko, Muskaan kya hua hai, mujhe batao na?"

"Yeah, what's happening downstairs?" As Armaan came out of the balcony.

"Riddhima yeh yaha kya kar raha hai?" As Muskaan looked as Armaan.

"Mein tumhe baad mein baatati hoon na, pehle tu kya ka rahi thi?" Riddhima sounded tense now.

"Who, auntie neeche, jaldi chalo…" Muskaan quickly took Riddhima out of the room, and downstairs.

As Armaan followed.

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Now, 6 hours later, Riddhima sitting outside of the hospital ward, still can't believe what is happening. She didn't think one little accident would change her whole world. One night she made friends with her old bestfriend, and now the whole accident with her mom.

She remembers the whole thing, as Muskaan brought her downstairs, her mom was already in the stretcher and the paramedics were taking her away in the ambulance. Tears trickled down her face, she quickly went, and sat right next to her. Her mom was telling her all this weird stuff, like take care of youself, and be good and always remember her. But, all Riddhima could do was pacify her mom. Her mom had gotten a severe heart attack, that's all she remembers the paramedics telling her.

Now as she sat there thinking about what would happen next, what were the doctors going to say. As Muskaan sat right next to Riddhima, crying on her shoulder, she didn't know what to do. Armaan came quickly out.

"The doctors are calling you Riddhima, hurry"

Riddhima quickly got up and ran towards the room

"Yes, are you Ms.Gupta, daughter , we would like to inform you that…"

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Okay guys, I hope that is long enough, I'm so sorry to be long for such a long while. I didn't intend for that, just so many thing came out of no where so I was really busy. But, I'm back now and hopefully I can't update regularly. Please keep reading The Clear Mirror and supporting me.