AR:The Sense Of Infinite Spring NOTE IMP pg 96... - Page 58

Originally posted by: kajen

yaar kab update karogi?????????

Originally posted by: Caramel_21

hey swati...i am extremely sorry for the late reply.. i wasn't getting time..so couldn't read it earlier..and still i haven't finished reading it..read till part 7 and i totally loved it...will try to finish soon...anyways about the parts..you know na first impression is the last impression and you have totally justified it...right from the name to the parts..the title itself is so beautiful and unique.. totally eye catching..and the poem how can i forget about that ...it was beautiful. i totally loved reading it.... .i guess enough about the title let me start with the parts..right from the intro to their first meeting...it was very well written..riddhima having a crush on armaan right from their first meeting...that was something to watch...coz mostly its the other way around...and the sweet moments between everyone was a treat to read...i really enjoyed part 6..it was quite funny with riddhima just dropping here and there and even armaan started feeling something... in all an awesome ff and i have to say that you are a fabulous writer...

continue soon & thanks for pm & sorry for the delay

Caramel...

hey swati

PART 13

As she walked into the locker room early next morning, she couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into her head. She was no longer her usual self. She was so lost now. She didn't know what was happening to her. She dragged her feet towards her locker. No one had arrived yet. She looked at the watch. It was still good 15 minutes left. That is what will happen if you don't sleep in the night! She thought and giggled to herself. Whatever the feeling was, she was fully enjoying it. It made her feel happier and seemed to fill a certain void in her life that was always present. Being with Armaan, talking to him and do just looking at his face made her happy beyond measure. She wondered when he will arrive.

The minutes flew by and she didn't even get to know it. She was sitting on the bench, legs crossed, her elbow resting on her thigh and her hand supporting her face, lost in thought. She was living her dream again. His breath teasing her ever so lightly, his touch making her go crazy, his kiss tantalizing her senses and everything about him just making her go mad' the touch, the passion, his smile, and goose bumps in her stomach' that's all what she could think of at that time. Unknowingly, a smile crept up to her lips. Her hand reached up to the spot on her neck where he kissed her in her dreams and travelled down towards her lips. She blushed. God! What is happening to me? Why can't I just stop thinking about him?

"Khud toh paagal hai hi, mujhe bhi paagal kar dega! Huh!" She wondered aloud when she him finally coming in. Her face lit up that instant as she saw him.

"Hi Armaan!" She greeted him in her ever so chirpy voice. However, she didn't get any reaction from him. He did not seem too happy, well as that is obvious. She was disturbed at this. He was the only one in their gang to light up everyone's mood by cracking silly jokes here and there but this was all so unexpected. She tried again.

"Hi... hi' Armaan'" This time she spoke a bit slowly and a bit forcefully trying to make her presence felt. Armaan looked up at her and realized that he wasn't the only one present in the locker room.

"Umm' hi'" He was a bit shaken. "Kaisi ho tum?"

"Main? Main toh theek hoon but tumhe kya hua? Why are you so lost?"

"I am just' fine' Ridhima' I am okay." She walked closer to him and took his hand into her own. She didn't know what made her do it but seeing Armaan like this was not what she expected at all.

Armaan, who was fairly surprised at her concern just smiled in returned, grateful to her.

"Of course I am. Thank you Ridhima!" He squeezed her hand reassuring her.

"If you want to talk about something then you can talk. I promise I won't tell anybody." She said and zipped her lips. Armaan grinned at her. :Don't worry, I am fine." He didn't want anybody to come to know of how he was as this would disclose who he actually was and he didn't want to lose such wonderful friends that he had. Not at any cost. Looking at her silly tactics to make him smile he lightly hit the back of her head.

"Tum hamesha se hi itni paagal ho kya?" He joked anticipating another amusing reply from her. Whatever may be the situation she can always make me smile' God! She's so sweet. Why is she like this? He smiled to himself.

"What? Come again." Although she had heard what he had said, she wanted to confirm that she was not making up things.

"I said'," emphasizing every word, "no, let me say it English kyunki tumhe toh pata nahi angrezo se itna lagav hai. Angrez chale gaye, isko chhod gaye!" He said giving her a stupid look. Without waiting for her reaction, which he was sure to be an angry one, he continued "Haan, sorry'," correcting himself. "Yes, so I was asking you if you have mad like this all these years, like you are behaving one now." He now looked at her fully.

"Armaan! I am telling you, you just stop with this nonsense. Bahut ho gaya tumhara!"

"Vaah! Vaah! Tumhare muh se hindi ke shabd sunna kitna accha lagta hai!" Ridhima by now was fuming. Looking at her, Armaan decided to stretch this a bit further now and he coughed hard.

"Ah..hu..ah hu!! It's so smoky in here!" Ridhima looked around in surprise. She couldn't see smoke anywhere in the locker room and here he was as if his throat was choked.

"Armaan! Are in your senses? Where the hell can you see smoke in here?" She glared at him. "You need to get your check up done. I suggest you go to a psychiatrist."

"Ridhima! I didn't know you could be so foolish! You need to go to a psychiatrist, not me. Can't you see smoke here? The room is choked with it!" He went towards her ears and waved his hands around them hastily while Ridhima was still confused as to what Armaan was doing.. "And this is the source," pointing towards her ears. "Thank god you cooled down, varna patients ka kya hota!"

As her expressions changed from confusion to shock to anger he stepped back in time as he knew very well that he was in for trouble now. Keeping a distance from her, he coughed hard considerably again, faking it and warned her again.

"Ridhima cool down, you need to think about the patients here. You want me to get water for you?" He laughed seeing the play of expressions on her face. God! She is looking so cute! His thoughts were broken as a small handbag hit his head. He rubbed the place where it hit him and looked at Ridhima who was busy taking out things from her locker to throw at him.

"Ridhima! What are you doing? Are you out of your senses?" He was so surprised looking at her. He never thought she could grow so aggressive.

"Look who's talking!" She said arrogantly. "Armaan Malik! You just wait and watch. I won't let you go home in one piece tonight!" She continued throwing things at him while he dodged the things coming at him.

"I never knew you are so aggressive!" He said as he dodged a file.

"Ab toh pata chal gaya na? Take care next time you decided to do something like this!" Armaan moved towards the door and didn't realize that Atul was coming in right behind him. As a small plastic box was making its way towards Armaan, Armaan bent down and the box hit Atul!

"S**t!" Ridhima exclaimed as her hands clasped her mouth. Armaan could not help laughing like a maniac. He rolled over on the bench as Ridhima hurried towards the door where Atul was standing still figuring out what was happening there. As he saw Ridhima coming towards him he checked if she was really there and touched or rather patted her face. Ridhima immediately withdrew back.

"Atul are you okay? And what are you doing?"

"I was checking if I have entered the right place. May be I entered Sanjeevni mental asylum instead of the hospital." Armaan laughed even harder after hearing this. Ridhima at once turned around and glared at him and in response he shut his mouth immediately lest he might be hit another time. It was all so funny to watch as the three of them created a riot.

"Guys! If you allow us, can we enter now?" The three of them turned around to look at Anjali, Muskaan and Rahul grinning at them.

"You saw all of that?" Ridhima questioned.

"How could we miss this golden opportunity Ridhima? A comedy show consisting of such talented stand up comedians, or should I say theatre artists, that too free of cost? Hard to miss, baby!" Muskaan said as she high fived Anjali. Armaan neared Ridhima taking baby steps and nudged her by the elbow.

"See, tumhari behen. Angrez part 2. Main batana bhul gaya tha ki tum part 1 ho!" He said and immediately backed away.

"Armaan! I swear you will not go home safe and sound today!" She glared at him.

"I will wait for that!" He challenged her.

"Tum dono ka abhi tak khatam nahi hua? Ek tamasha kam tha hi do (2) aur agaye?" Rahul grinned at both of them as they still conversed in glares. They turned around and Ridhima spoke up embarrassed.

"Yeah'"

Armaan went up to Rahul and put his arm around his shoulders. "By the way Rahul, who was the first 'tamasha' you were talking about?" He arched his one eyebrow in question.

"I don't believe you couldn't guess Armaan!" Rahul said disbelievingly. "Who can it be other than the great Muskaan?" He turned towards Muskaan as he spoke the last words while the others broke out laughing.

"The interns are requested to report to the nurse station in 10 minutes." The announcement went off.

"Muskaan you can tell him everything you want at the nurse station while the mess gets cleared." She looked at the plethora of things lying around in the room.

Everyone went towards their lockers to collect the necessary things and walked out.

"Where do you think you are going?" Ridhima shouted at Armaan who was about to exit the room after the others.

"Why? The nurse station of course." Armaan answered.

"And you think I will clear up this mess all be myself?"

"Who else will do it?"

"You are not going anywhere Armaan. You will help me clear up this mess!"

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Armaan walked into the cafeteria flexing his muscles, tired of the day's work. He was saved from confrontations with Ridhima as for today they had been given duties in different places and different patients to handle. Reluctant may he be to admit it, but he was missing her and so was she. He smiled to himself as he saw Ridhima sitting at one of the tables just staring into her sandwich and smiling to herself. Her ice tea lay there untouched and all what she was doing was just staring and smiling. He went towards the counter and picked up a straw. Taking out his handkerchief he fixed on to the tip and as he went towards her he could still see her smiling. What could be the reason behind that smile? I hope not his boyfriend! But wait! She does not have one na? She told me the other day. God! What am I thinking? Then he saw her blush to herself. What has happened to her? I can't believe she is blushing! Something is really wrong with her. I need to find out what it is.

He went towards her and slightly hitting the back of her head which made her look up to him, shaken out of her reverie which she was most certainly enjoying and a frown appearing on her face, Armaan waved the straw flag in front of her indicating that he was in no mood to fight.

Ridhima giggled as he saw him do that and seconds later both of them burst out laughing. The scene replayed in their minds and they remembered the nasty glares and look which they had given each other after they cleaned the pale to go to the nurse station. As they managed to control it finally, Ridhima spoke. "What would have been the case if the handkerchief you carried was red in colour?"

"Huh?" Armaan looked flustered. He had expected to do the same or at least ask him to sit with her but she did exactly the opposite of what he thought she will do. Then thinking about the question he answered. "Firstly, I DON'T carry a red handkerchief in my pocket. That is for you and secondly, even if I didn't have and handkerchief in my pocket," he looked around to find something, "I would have used this." He said picking up a tissue from the table."

"And suppose the tissue was not white, umm' maybe red'" thinking of what other colours could it be, "and since it is not so common' then maybe pink?"

"Ridhima, will you please shut up with your non sense? Ek main ho jo shanti ka sandesh leke aaya hoon aur ek tum ho ki ussi ke peeche padh gayi ho!"

"Okay, don't get hyper and all now," making the V sign, "peace'"

"We know who is hyper and who is not!" Armaan said jokingly reminding Ridhima of the morning.

"Umm' I didn't get you'" She pretended that she doesn't remember.

"Who was throwing things at me? I am lucky I escaped unhurt!"

"You did not see anything yet Armaan Malik!" she said smirking. "That was a mere trailer. The entire movie is still left!"

"And who do you think has seen the entire movie?"

"Hmm' let's see'Ya! My brother' I remember hitting him fiercely when I was small and then my hands used to pain so much that I had to go to a doctor once!" Armaan grinned hearing this. "But this didn't mean that I never beat him after that. You know a few days before I came here na, we were just talking about this stuff and he said that there is a song which just fits this situation."

"And what is that?"

"It was from timber, no it was yeah' Timberlake! Justin Timberlake!"

"Gosh! Timberlake ka timber bana diya! You are too much!"

"Arre! At least ask me which song was that?"

"Ab tum bata hi do. Agar main nahi poochunga toh tum kya chup rahogi?"

"umm'" she said thinking, "no!" This made Armaan laugh now. "It was 'what goes around comes around''"

"I see where it is coming from!" Armaan grinned at her. "Pata nahi tumhare family members tumhe kaise jhelte honge!"

"Even I wonder the same thing sometimes."

"Vaise tumhe mujhe aise marne ki kya zaroorat thi?"

"Tum jitni bakwaas ek din mein karte ho na, utni toh koi puri zindagi mein na kare!" She said haughtily. "And you are asking me that question? How silly of you!"

"You threw everything at me but not your sandals which seems to be the favourite with every girl. Any special reasons?"

"Bohot experience hai tumhe?" she counter questioned him but did not get any worthwhile response from him, she continued. "Don't think I spared you! I tried getting it off but it was not ready to come off, what is my mistake?" She spoke making an innocent face.

"I need to have my guard on from now! Pata nahi kab kya lag jaaye!"

"Vaise it fulfilled my purpose you know!" She said out the blue.

"What purpose?" He was bit surprised at this.

"You know when into came into the locker room in the morning, you were looking no less than a devdas you know. The only thing that seemed to be missing was a bottle!"

"Bottle!"

"Yeah' not the bottle for the school going children that they hang around their necks but the glass one which is filled with something called alcohol!" she finished explaining. "Don't tell me you have never seen Devdas till now!"

"Yes you are right!" he said sheepishly. "I have never seen it but I have heard that he was a hard core drunkard!"

"He wasn't a drunkard!" Ridhima spoke immediately coming to the rescue of devdas or rather SRK. "He drank because he was depressed. He in love at that time and he was depressed." Pointing a finger at him, "don't you dare say something like this about him!"

"Kyu? Tum uski fan ho?"

"Uski toh nahi but SRK kit oh hoon na!"

"I see!!!"

Ridhima looked at him now and smiled her widest smile at him. Then keeping a hand over his own she said to him softly.

"I don't know what had bothered you so much in the morning, but I like to see you smiling. Just don't let that one feature go away from your face, ever!"

He smiled deeply at her concern for him. His smile said it all for him. He had to admit that besides Atul she was the only real one who cared for him so much and he was glad to have her in his life.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes Armaan! Is that even a question?"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am! You want me repeat today's episode again?"

"After this question, I hope you don't do that again. I seriously wish that!"

"Now will you ask it?"

"When I came to the cafeteria na, I saw you smiling to yourself and most of all you were blushing!" he said the last words slowly and emphasizing each word. "Who was the person, or should I say' you know let's be direct. Who was the lucky, sorry unlucky man, you were thinking about?

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I am reallllly sorry for the long delay this time. I hope the full AR part makes up for it. While I had decided that this part will be short one but as I wrote it, I did not know when it grew this long, so no issues about the length. 😃

Suvarna' you had some issues about Armaan's behavior in the previous part. Though I replied to it, I will say it once again here. I will be glad to clear it out. Armaan is being forced by his parents to leave his profession, something that he loves. After continuous spats on the topic and then bringing up the same topic again will obviously bother him. And yes he is a bit oversensitive here. And this trait of his will play a role afterwards too. I was thinking that this question will rise and when you asked I felt relieved that at least one of you asked this. Tells me how much you understood this.

This part goes out for Hima Di, Rav di, Steff, Farwa, Nidha Di, Robin Di, Saz and yes how can I forget, Drashti di as well!

And I would like say something about this part too. I really hope that you all like this because I enjoyed writing it very much. Ridhima in this ff is very much like me. The two things which came up in this part about her being a little, no very, aggressive with her brother and her obsession with English is just like me. I still get teased by my brother with that song.

I don't how much similarity will the character take from me in the coming parts! And yes, I wanted to make the locker room scene a bit serious towards the end but as you can see, it turned out very much the opposite!

I think you will have a good laugh after reading this part and if you don't have one, you can surely tell me to improve the little humour I try putting in it every time!

Please please leave your comments for this part. Silent readers, I beg of you to comment. It makes my day and then I write more happy happy parts like this one!

Love you loads!

Swatzz 🤗

P.S. PMs may take some time!

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Originally posted by: aarora

c this time um first one..lol..ll read n comment..