Part 7
Okay so here is the part you all have been waiting for..well this has only AR scene with the exception of the starting...I think you all will like this as I'm posting the first AR scene of this ff...okay here goes
*~* Turn to page 48 to read the last part *~*
"Riddhima, Riddhima Shashank Gupta..." Armaan started smiling.
"Kisne socha hoga ki mujh jaise ladke ko Riddhima jaisi ladki pasand aayegi. Usmein woh sab tha jo mujhe chahiye tha. I agree that I was one of the biggest flirts and I had dated many girls but as soon as I saw her I thought that she was the angel who was meant for me. I felt as if the gods had sent her personally to take care that the only person I would be after was her. She was not only an angelic beauty but also had a heart of an angel."
Armaan's eyes had become all dreamy as he was lost in the past which contained all his happy moments. He felt as if he was living that moment until Atul had to shake him to get him out of his dream land.
"Armaan...aage toh bolo." Armaan just grinned sheepishly.
"The first time I saw her was when I was in France." The others except Nikita gasped.
"You saw her when you were in France? I thought you both met in Mumbai." Anjali said.
"I said that the first time I saw her was in France. And the first time we met was not in Mumbai." Armaan said smiling as realization dawned upon the others.
*~* Flashback *~*
Armaan was sitting on the chair in Caf Pierre and was reading a book and sipping his cappuccino one late evening. Just as got up to head towards his apartment *CRASH* he was lying on the ground in the next second. He lifted his head to see the reason he was lying on the ground and he was awestruck by the beauty in front of him. She got up murmured a 'sorry' and walked into the caf. He could not help but watch her as he got himself off the ground.
He started to look at her, starting from her long creamy legs which felt like they would never come to and end due to the stilettos she was wearing. She wore a thin strapped turquoise coloured dress which came up to her mid thigh. She had a transparent lacy jacket on which ended just blow her ribs. Her neckline plunged low that he could see her cleavage. He eyes ran up her soft neck. He couldn't help but think of the way they would feel under his touch. He saved her face for the last. Her cheeks were flushed .. whether it was due to the running or due to the compliment she was getting he didn't know .. but it was enough to make his heart beat erratically. He noticed her red full lips as her tongue ran along her bottom lip to wipe out the coffee that was left. He felt a shiver ripple through his body. He noticed the angelic smile that crept on her lips as a response to something the person standing beside her said. He finally stared into her eyes as she looked out of the caf door. They were a shade of beautiful hazel. He felt as if he could look into it for hours days hell even months. Her eyes were so beautiful that he thought he could swim in them for days. The only thing which came to his mind was mon bel ange, French for my beautiful angel.
She turned her head back to the counter but Armaan noticed that her cheeks had become redder. For the first time his thoughts were not lust driven. He wanted to know more about this woman. He wanted to know everything he could from what she liked to eat, to read to what she disliked to do. He felt the need to worship this woman.
But before he could even go and talk to her he saw a guy standing beside her hug her. He felt his heart squeeze in pain. He had just seen this woman and was already feeling that he could not live if she wasn't his. Both the woman and the man who had hugged her came out holding hands. A smile was playing on her lips. As soon as he saw her angelic smile he forgot all about the man who had hugged her. He could not see anyone other than her.
Her hazel eyes once again darted to meet his blue ones. He felt his heart beat race faster than a humming bird's wings. Blood once again rose to her cheeks making her look absolutely gorgeous. Armaan thought that he had never ever seen a beauty such as her. But before he knew she was seated in a limo and was miles away from him.
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Armaan was packing his bag to return home. He was finally going to India after completing his graduation. He had always wanted to study in France and his wish had been fulfilled. But now he was heading back to Mumbai to be with his family. Although he wanted to stay in Paris and find the angel whom he had seen that day something was making it impossible for him to stay there. Something was pulling him to India.
So one last time he looked at his guest house and smiled. His last couple of days were blissful all thanks to the wonderful woman he had seen in the caf. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Every time he closes his eyes he can see her. But as soon as he opens them she realizes that he was dreaming. Finally he gets inside the taxi and heads towards the airport.
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Armaan has always hated the flights due to the fact that he is always bored. But little did he know that this flight will change his opinion on everything. He went and took his seat in the business class. He picked up a sports magazine and was going through it when he sensed someone staring at him. He looked up to see the same hazel eyes ..which he had been dreaming of .. looking into his. He once again lost himself into the depth of them.
(The part written in the brackets are the english translation for the words spoken in French)
"Excusez-moi mais vous tes assis sur mon sige (Excuse me but you are sitting on my seat )." Her sweet, bell like voice floated into his ears. A wave of sadness ran through me. I realized that she spoke French. "Je suis dsol, je n'ai pas remarqu que j'tais assis sur le sige de mal (I'm sorry, I didn't notice that I was sitting on the wrong seat)." Armaan got up and shifted in. She smiled and sat in the seat which Armaan had occupied.
Just then the announcement was made to put on the seatbelts. It had been an hour since the flight had taken off and Armaan hadn't still spoken to her. Just then the airhostess came and asked, "Mam, would you like something to drink?" "One coke please." He was stunned to hear her speak English. "You speak English!" Armaan blurted out unthinkingly as he stared at Riddhima. "Excuse me?" she was puzzled. 'People know different languages so why not English?' she thought.
It was only then that Armaan realized his mistake. They heard the airhostess giggle before she mumbled a "sorry" and went ahead. Armaan noticed that she was still staring at him. "Hi, I'm Armaan Malik." He could not think of anything else to say. She looked at him as if he was crazy for a moment before she started laughing softly. Armaan could not stop the smile that came to his lips. 'God! I love this woman laughing', he thought. "Hi, I'm Riddhima Gupta." She said after she could control her laughter.
"So your not French?" Armaan asked smiling. "No, I'm Indian though I spent most of the years in Paris." Riddhima replied. "Then why did you talk to me in French at first?" He could still not understand her behaviour that time. "Actually I was on the phone talking to my friend who is French so I stuck to it and anyways I that you must know French." She smiled and went back to reading her book.
Armaan was really amazed by this wonderfully gorgeous woman. He felt the need to know more about this woman once again. His curiosity got better of him and he decided to let himself be the usual around her. As the air hostess came again after sometime to serve food he started his usual flirting with her. He noticed from the corner of his eye that Riddhima once shook her head in disapproval. As soon as he saw that he stopped it and rested back. He noticed that the angel beside him fell asleep.
He took in every aspect of her as she slept peacefully with an angelic smile on her face. He noticed how calm her features were and how serene she looked while sleeping though he had loved the blush on her face. He would do anything to make her blush once again. He noticed that she was wearing a dark blue faded jeans with a peach coloured tank top on top of which she wore a jacket. Her hair was left loose and a strand of hair fell on her face. it disturbed her as her eyebrows puckered into a frown. He gently removed the strand from her face and tucked it behind her soft ear. He felt a shiver run down his spine as his hand made contact with her skin. Her lips pulled out in a smile as she snuggled closer to him in her sleep. He loved the warmth that was radiating off her body. He could smell the delicious aroma that was Riddhima. She smelt like lavender and freesias. He inhaled deeply do that her scent completely saturated his lungs.
He draped his arm around her and closed his eyes feeling totally content in years. All of his dreams were filled with only one person .. Riddhima Gupta. In his dreams she had miraculously accepted him and they were utterly happy in their own life. Just before he was going to propose her he felt someone shifting beside him. He opened his eyes slowly to see beautiful hazel eyes looking into his. He immediately got lost into them. Suddenly the announcement for the landing was made. This made them both come back to reality. Embarrassed, blood flowed to Riddhima's cheeks attaining the lovely red colour which Armaan loved on her cheeks. He smiled as he committed it to his memory. He removed his hand which was placed around her shoulder and smiled sheepishly at her. "You know that was the best sleep I have got in years." Hearing Armaan's confession her already red cheeks flushed even more. But then out of no where she replied. "Me too." Armaan stilled in shock. "What?" He wanted to hear it again from her. "I've never slept so peacefully my entire life feeling so content." She looked up shyly into his eyes. His thumb gently caressed her cheek. She sat up straight and ran her fingers through her silky hair so that it did not look messed up. "Don't worry. Your hair is perfect." Armaan said softly. He wished he could run his fingers through her hair.
After the flight landed both of them headed to pick up their baggage together. After collecting their belongings Armaan turned to face her. "So when can I meet you again Miss Riddhima." Riddhima smiled. Just before she started walking she replies. "If fate wants us to meet again we surely will do so Mr. Malik. It was nice meeting you. Hope you have a good day ahead." "Oh don't worry about that Miss Gupta. One, we will surely meet as I'm sure it is in our fate. And two after spending time with such a gorgeous woman I'm sure my day will be more than pleasant. Saying so both of them smiled and walked into different directions leaving it to fate to decide what's do be done.
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Edited by lilangel_soumya - 15 years ago
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