AR:The Sense Of Infinite Spring NOTE IMP pg 96... - Page 51

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Originally posted by: flaming_saphire

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PART 12

TING TON!!

Armaan rang the bell of his house or rather his parent's house as he would now prefer to say it. It was a huge mansion where he spent his childhood. The place was special to him, no doubt but now it lacked that homely feeling. He was no longer looking forward to come to here. He had come here with a very heavy heart. He did not want to confront his parents, specially his Dad now. Before moving into another house, he had a spat with them and he wondered how they will react now. His chain of thoughts was broken as the butler opened the door for him.

"Aah! Armaan. It's good to see you after such a long time." The butler said with a smirk.

"Trust Dad for keeping servants like him." He mumbled. "It's good to see you too. Are mom and dad at home?"

"They have gone out for a brief walk. They will be home in sometime."

"Can I come inside my house or they have already barred me from coming?"

"No! It's your house. Please come inside." He said smirking. "I just forgot it."

"Very well." Armaan went in with the butler following him. He couldn't believe that his parents could have gone out after they invited him for dinner. It's better they forget me. He thought.

He went into the living room and comfortably sat on the sofa. He waited patiently for his parents to come home. When some time had passed by and they still hadn't come, he went up the stairs towards the room which used to be his sometime back. He opened the door slowly. After taking a good look at the room he sat down on the bean bag kept in the corner of the room. Most part of the room was preserved. It was just as the way when he had left the house. He knew it must be because of his mother. She liked to preserve everything of his right from childhood. He went around the room several times looking at his photographs, alone and with his family and friends. He loved looking at the pictures. He went towards the cupboard and searched for a stack of albums that he remembered used to be there. He took them out and wiped away the dust with his hands. He looked through them one by one laughing at the funny captures. One of the photographs had him as only in his underwear when he was a little kid of 5. His mother had captured that moment. He was crying because of some reason he couldn't remember. He smiled at all the pictures that he saw. If I could just relive those moments!! He wished with slight tears in his eyes. The next picture showed him playing holi with all his friends. One of them was Atul. He had his face covered totally with gulaal and not to forget the grease that goes with it. They were throwing water balloons at each other and Atul was silently sitting in the corner. He could remember that day very well. When his friends had asked him as to why he was sitting alone he answered that he would play holi with only organic colours and refused to play until they got some for him. It was a pretty good time. He took out that photograph and thrust it in his pocket. He decided that he would show the snap to Atul when he meets him the next day. After going through the photographs he closed the album and neatly kept them inside. His cell phone started ringing.

"Hello?" Armaan said uninterestingly after looking at the name of the caller. It was Sonali.

"Hey Armaan sweetuuu!! Where are you nowadays??? And why didn't you call me?" Sonali asked in a sugar coated tone which had irritated Armaan to the hilt.

"Let's just answer one question at a time. I am in this world alright and specifically at my home. Because that's where normal people are supposed to be. And the answer to your next question is that because I didn't feel like calling you!" He said coldly.

"What happened to you Armaan?"

"I am alright Sonali. You don't need to worry about me!!" He was surprised at himself. He never talked to her like that. Was it the way she speaks to him. Every time all so sweet and sugary or was he disturbed by the fact that he had to confront his parents yet again? His world was upside down and he didn't have a single hint as to what he should do.

"Of course I have to! What just happened to you?"

"I am sorry. I guess I am a little frustrated that's all. I will talk to you later, okay?"

"I hope that later comes soon. As it is you are hell bent on ignoring me these days." She said faking sadness. Sadness was there, but for a different reason of which Armaan didn't have the faintest clue.

"I said na I am sorry about it!" Armaan shouted at her. "I will call you when I am free. Would you just, just..."

Had it been any other person, Sonali would have immediately put down the phone and hurled some abuses also. But in this case it was Armaan and she knew she couldn't offend him. She had to be all sweet with him to fulfill her motives. She quietly listened as Armaan shouted at her.

"Armaan it's okay. We will talk later." Politely, she cut the call.

Armaan was staring into space. Did he really love her or was it just a mere attraction towards her? He could never talk to someone like this if loved him/her. How can I do this? He kept asking himself. Do I love her? The questions kept ringing in his mind. If he didn't he would have to tell her soon. She could carry it on for long. She would be hurt. This is what Armaan thought.

Knock, knock!

Armaan opened the door of his room to see the butler standing at the door.

"I came to inform that sir and madam have come back. They are waiting for you downstairs."

"Yes, I will just come." Armaan said and went back to his room, shutting the door behind him. He wanted to take one last look at his room. He wondered whether he will get to see it again or not. He sighed and went downstairs.

Billy and Ananya were sitting comfortably on the couch talking in silent whispers. As they saw Armaan coming downstairs they immediately stopped talking and looked up at him. They stood up and smiled at him warmly. Armaan felt so happy looking at both of them after such a long time. He felt warm and a gush of emotions was running inside him. He went forward towards them and enveloped them into a hug together. Silent tears made their way down his cheek and he let them fall. While he was coming down he thought that he will not behave with them properly and that he would act upset for having kept him waiting for long. They called me here and they are not at home! He was determined not to talk to them. But as soon as he saw them, all his resolutions vanished into thin air. His heart was occupied with only one thing- love.

"I missed you so much!" Armaan hugged them with all his might. He was confused as to what he thought of his parents. One time he is upset with them, the next moment he hugs them and feels warm in their presence. He knew why he was there tonight but he couldn't help himself from going ahead and hugging them. After all they are his parents and even if he would accept this fact or not, how much ever he may be upset with them, he can never hate them. He may not talk to them for long, for months, but at the end of the day, he knows he is nothing without them.

"We missed you too beta!" Armaan's parents said in unison.

Several minutes past and the three of them were still standing in that position.

"Armaan beta, are you alright?" Ananya whispered. Armaan drew back from the hug and wiped the small tears that had found their way from his eyes. He smiled warmly at his parents who smiled back at him.

"I see that you have lost some weight. Someone's working out regularly?" Billy teased him.

"Actually Dad, if I don't look good then all the girls who admire me will have their hearts broken. So I can't really hurt them!" Armaan replied mischievously and received an immediate whack from his mother.

"You are so impossible, Armaan! I don't believe you said that!" She spoke surprised.

"Mom! I was just joking na!! now come on, give me hug, again." He said so sweetly that all the surprise, the astonishment and anger vanished from Ananya's face and she immediately took her son into her arms. It felt so good hugging him once again. It wasn't just today that Armaan asked her to hug him but when he stayed with them, every night he would come to her room, get a hug and then go to sleep. He never slept without that hug and was it was a habit of his. She wondered if he missed this now also.

"I love you Mom." He said as he hugged her.

"I love you too beta." Billy watched on as he saw his son hugging his wife. He wasn't feeling bad that he wasn't hugging him because he was well aware of the closeness between the mother and her son. Armaan had always been closer to his mother and he knew that. If he was to be convinced for something then his mother could that only and no one else. Silently he too joined the duo.

"I think we should have dinner now. I don't want my stomach grumbling." Billy said keeping his hand on his stomach.

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Caressing the photograph of his love he smiled and kept it back under his pillow. He sighed and wandered off into her thoughts. He always loved her, yet she had failed to notice this about him. It wasn't like she ever ignored him or something, she always treated him as his dear friend but try as he might he wasn't able to make that relationship into something more than that. And after spending such sleepless nights in her thoughts he had decided upon one thing that he would make her his, by hook or by crook. If she doesn't give in herself, he will use the power that he has and make her his even if she is against it, even if she doesn't love him…

His reverie of thoughts was broken as his father entered his room. He felt bad looking at his son in such a state. Day and night he only used to think about her and nothing else. He was scared for his son, scared he might do something which will be regretful.

"For how long will you stay like this?"

"What are you talking about Dad?"

"You know exactly what I am talking about. Will you please shed that mask at least in front of me?"

Abhimanyu looked down. He had nothing to tell his father. His father had come to know all of this and every once in a while he used to taunt him on that matter. He knew that his father was right about this matter. If he couldn't get he should forget her. But whatever he did he just couldn't forget her. That was that height of his madness for her. Yes, he was mad for her and could do anything to get her.

"Dad, I love her and I want to marry her." He mumbled under his breath, loud enough to be heard by his father.

"Are you sure beta? Don't you think you are thinking too much about that girl?"

"No Dad. Even in college I loved her but didn't tell her Dad." He looked down sad. His father had always thought that he would marry one rich girl but when he came to know about the girl he's in love with he was angry but he couldn't do anything. Abhimanyu was one spoiled child and he never knew what refusal was. If he wanted something, he would get it.

"Abhimanyu, there's nothing I can do in this." He said.

"I think the time has come dad. I will have to do something about this now." He thought of all the possible ways of getting to her. First he thought he would treat the matter with ease. Make her fall in love with him and if she doesn't he would have to do something else.

"Dad, Shashank Gupta is indebted to you right?"

"Yes. He is a shrewd man. But how do you know him?"

"He's her father. I think you can do a lot more than you actually think you can."

"We will think about it beta. If you want me to do anything, you will first have to do something yourself." He was not at all interested in helping out his son to get that girl because he didn't think she was worth him. He could not afford to see Abhimanyu marry that middle class girl at all. And if he was able to get her then he would have to agree to it. He sighed inwardly.

"I think I will have to find her now." Abhimanyu said deep in thought.

"Do you know where she is presently?"

"I think she is in Delhi. I got to know from Nikita that she is doing her internship from a hospital in Delhi. But I don't know which one is that. I will find that out soon enough."

"Do whatever you want and tell me afterwards." He said not caring a bit as to what his son is going to do.

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MALLIK HOUSEHOLD

They had a silent dinner with Armaan joking every once in a while and his parents enjoying his company fully after a long time. After dinner they were sitting in the living room and chatting with each other. Billy seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

"Dad! Where are you lost?" Armaan asked him in a carefree manner not having even a single clue about the questions that would follow.

"How's everything going Armaan?" he asked suddenly out of the blue moon.

"Why did you ask that question? And by the way, everything's perfectly fine." His fun filled voice had suddenly turned cold as he realized where this conversation would finally end.

"Hmm… that's good. Great." He said.

"Which hospital are you working in by the way? It was some bhaari hindi word na," Billy said joking as though insulting the place where Armaan was working and did not know that it was hurting Armaan the most now, "I just forgot it."

"Dad, if you can't remember the name. why don't you write it on a piece of paper and put it up on the board that you have in your study? And better still why don'y you put it in the cabin itself?" He replied harshly. IT had hurt his every part to listen the words from his father's mouth. "And vaise bhi you go there daily without fail, don't you? Workaholic is the word…"

"Armaan! You are talking to your father. Don't you remember that?" Ananya said in a fury all of a sudden.

"Ananya…" Billy signaled her stay calm. "Why don't you sit down beta? We will talk then." He said trying to be as calm as he could be.

"Dad, whatever you want to talk about, talk it out now. I am going home otherwise."

"Is this not your home?" Billy was genuinely surprised now. Whatever may happen he never thought he would get to hear these words from Armaan's mouth.

"By the looks of it, it isn't." He mumbled. He wished that they had not heard it.

"What? What did you just say? Say it again?" Anger rose up in Billy's voice again.

"What did you want to talk about?" He said dismissing the question put to him. As his parents said nothing, he decided to continue. "Let me say it for you. You want me to join the business, don't you?" He smirked looking at their faces which depicted nothing but sheer surprise now. He was silent for a moment waiting for at least one of them to say something.

"Armaan… you…" Ananya started but was stopped in between by Armaan.

"Mom, you don't need to say anything. I was well aware of what is going in yours and Dad's mind from the moment I met you this evening. So there's really no need to pretend."

"Armaan you are speaking too much now!" Billy shouted.

Armaan didn't say anything afterwards. His eyes had moistened by now and he was trying his best to push them back and not reveal anything. He shook his head and wiped the small tears that had by now come out of his eyes. Then, without even giving a second glance to the people standing in the same room, he walked out. Ananya, in a desperate attempt to stop him went after him.

"Mom, you don't need to come to me now. For what you and Dad wanted, my answer is no and I really hope that I don't see the face of this house ever again…"

Ananya stood rooted to the spot as she watched her son walking out of her house and also, walking out of her life…

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Ridhima was rummaging through her bags to find what she loved the most. She was really happy today, even though she did not know why it was so. From the moment she had entered her house she was feeling very happy. And whenever she felt something so strong such as the happiness which was bubbling inside her at the moment, she knew she had to pour it out to somebody and that somebody for her was her diary.

"Oh God! Where the hell has it gone?" Ridhima mumbled frustrated out of her wits as she wasn't able to find it.

"Have I left it home?" She was thinking about the possible places where the diary must be. Her hand reached up to her face with her index finger tapping her cheek in the act of deep thinking.

"No I haven't!" She said all of a sudden. "Ah ha! I know where it is." She took out one bag she had kept in a corner of her room and plopped herself onto the bean bag on the floor and started writing…

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As she walked past the beautiful sculptures of angels, her heart could not help but flutter. She had never seen such magnificent things all her life and now they were in front of her eyes. She was wearing a black backless dress that reached her feet and beyond. As she walked she could hear the brushing sounds made by the back part of her dress that was brushing against the ground. A simple diamond necklace around her neck and her hair left open made her look just like and angel. The doors in front of her lead her into a huge hall. A huge one for that matter. The walls were decorated with big red velvet curtains and dim lights lit the hall. Several wind chimes were making pleasant sounds in the background. All in all the ambience was very peaceful and also very romantic.

A man was standing in the middle of the hall with his back to her. She wondered who could it be. As she was nearing him violins began playing, from where she did not know. She could not see anyone there except the man who stood there in a handsome tuxedo. As he turned around, her heart swept with joy. He was none other than Armaan who stood with a small yet sweet smile on his face, the smile which warmed her heart, the smile after which she could go crazy, the smile to die for…

"Can I have the honour of dancing with your ladyship?" he asked in a true gentleman style. It seemed right out of a fairytale to her, to see Armaan in front of her. With a small laugh and a nod, she readily gave her hand to Armaan who had held out his for her. He took her hand pulled her closer to him.

The violins were still playing in the background. Even more were playing inside her head. She was going crazy. She was intoxicated by his presence. As he put his hand around her waist which was bare, she shivered and hesitantly put her hands on his shoulder. They began dancing, slowly. She was looking down not meeting his eyes. Armaan lifted up her chin to make her look into the deep blue ocean. He whirled her around and when she came back to him he whispered in her ears.

"Ridhima…" He said as their foreheads met and her hands encircled his neck. He was smiling and his presence was more than enough to make her smile too. His head bent down such that his cheeks were now touching hers and slowly he kissed her neck only to feel her body going numb. He looked up to see her eyes closed. She was smiling as if she was dreaming. His thumb caressed her cheek and he kissed her near her lips. She smiled even wider now as if permitting him to go on. Her response made him happier than ever.

And then, they kissed - a slow sensual kiss. His hands were now running up and down her back and hers were now tightly clasped around his neck.

Ridhima's senses were no longer working. Her mind was being guided by him and she had no idea where he was taking her. She just knew that she was contended and happy as he kissed her and she kissed him back.

BEEP BEEP!!

Ridhima was shaken out of her dream as the reminder on her cell phone went off. She was horrified and aghast as she remembered what she was dreaming about. She had fallen asleep while writing her diary and when she looked into it, she smacked her head.

"Heck! I am writing about him now!! Curse those fairytale books!" She was cursing herself and more than that her childhood dream that she often had after she read fairy tales which had a whole lot of prince and princesses.

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I know that the last scene wasn't worth the read and it was dreadfully pathetic. But I hope the other portion of the part makes up for it.

Dazzling_Arman had asked me to make up some scene of AR even if it's in their dreams. So there u go! I really hope that you like it.

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hey dear😊 😊

really a very nice part.....⭐️ I think his role needs in this ff to make it interesting..........

part 11.... rav drags herself to her compiuter chair... logs onto IF... sees the flooding inbox... runs away again.... lol.... hehe.... fifnally working my way way through the pms.... got onto this one.... just finished it... pheww... you won't believe it bacha... still one more exam to go... oh well i lived through the pther 7... whas one more... lmao....

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🤣 so cute.....Armaan Riddhima...Hair=Broom 🤣
Superb....u naughty girl....even though i am so caught up u make me wanna read more....😆

N whoever gets tired of shopping.....I Love it.....😳

n Armaan looks lik a owl🤣

Riddhima a witch🤣

enough for today...cant read more for right now....i may come in sumtime again😳

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