Part 1
She had just come home from work. 'I need to take a bath, my hair has become so messy,' she thought and proceeded towards her cupboard. As she was about to remove her night gown she heard a knock at the door. "Riddhima, main andar aaon?" she heard her mother asking. "Ji ma," she replied and went towards the door. As Padma stepped in she saw the tired and worn face of her daughter Riddhima Shashank Gupta. "Shashank ne kaha hai ki agar tum nahane jaa rahi ho toh koi accha kapda pehen lo as he is expecting someone," she informed her daughter. Riddhima nodded and took out a light blue salwar kameez and went to take a bath.
As she undressed herself she felt as if in the coming time something good is going to happen to her. 'This feeling is impossible Riddhima. Don't you yourself know that whatever good had to happen in your life has happened? And whatever is happening from the past two years is the way a normal person leads a life – a person without any luck – a person who cannot be loved,' she thought to herself. But as the hot water from the shower ran down her body something told her that she will be happy in the future, maybe not today or tomorrow, but definitely someday. She sighed as these thoughts ran through her mind. Generally all her intuitions came true. She just wished this one would come true but she knew that it was impossible without the person she loved. As the hot water in the shower ran out she closed the tap, dried herself, put on her clothes and went down to meet her father.
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As he stepped into the restaurant he knew that today was going to be a bad day. It was not new to him as the past two years have been the most miserable years of his life. He saw some girls eyeing him as he sat down at his usual place. If he had seen these girls eyeing him a few years ago he would have smirked thinking of how these girls could not seem to resist him. But now he was a completely different person. He did not have to wait long for her. She came in exactly at the right time.
She smiled looking at him. 'He looks really hot!!! I wonder how hot he will be in bed?' she wondered to herself. She grinned as she saw the guys in the restaurant check her out. She knew that she was looking very sexy in the white halter necked top n her short denim skirt which exposed her pale skinny legs. But she had eyes only for one person who was lost in his own thoughts.
He snapped out of his thoughts as he saw the chair in front of him being filled. "Hi honey. You look great today" she said, while her eyes roamed n his well built chest. "Did you call me here just because you wanted to see what I was wearing?" he snapped back unable to control his temper looking at her. "Don't you dare shout at me Armaan! I wanted to tell you the best news of my life and you are snapping back at me" she said. If he can snap at me then I can also do the same to him. "I'm sorry Nikki. Actually I was already under pressure because of today's meeting" Armaan said apologizing to his so-called friend Nikki.
Yes, he was Armaan Malik, the prince charming of every girl's heart. He was the son of the famous business tycoon Mr. Yashwardhan Malik, the billionaire who owned The Malik Group of Industries. Until few years ago Armaan was the most flirtatious guy in his college. Except for this nature of his nothing about Armaan has changed. He is six feet tall, has a lean muscular body and is the most eligible bachelor in town.
"So what did you want to tell me Nikki?" Armaan asked not realizing the shock he is going to get. Nikki short for Nikita Malhotra, the only daughter of the famous Rajiv Malhotra, the owner of the largest fashion designing company in New York. "Armaan we are getting married as soon as possible!" she said excitement filling her voice. "What!!!" shrieked Armaan getting up instantly and bangs his fists on the table. He could not believe his ears. How could he get married to Nikki? He didn't even love her. She was just his friend because she was his father's business partner's daughter.
"Great news na Armaan!!!" Nikki said mistaking Armaan's anger for his excitement. "How did this happen? I never even agreed to get married" Armaan said. I can never marry Nikki. I don't love her.
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"Your engagement is next week Riddhima," he told his daughter. He was Shashank Gupta, the head of The Gupta Industries which was one of India's best industries. Riddhima was sitting on the sofa in front of him. She felt as if time had stopped. It was like it had been 8:30 even half an hour ago. She was feeling utterly helpless. Just then Shashank's phone rang.
"Hello? Oh hi……Yes she is right here…… Oh that's great news…… Okay it's absolutely fine……. Bye". Riddhima could not understand who Shashank was talking to. But after she saw Shashank's smiling face she understood everything. Riddhima's anger flared. 'Mujhe use milne ka koi shauk nahi hai. Riddhima kuch soch jisse tujhe aaj uski shakal nahi dekhni padegi……kuch soch Riddhima,' she thought thinking of some way to escape.
As Riddhima was thinking how she could escape from meeting her to-be-husband whom she hated from the core of her heart she heard the door bell ring. Shashank smiled and said, "Riddhima please go and open the door". Riddhima got up reluctantly. She could understand why her father wanted her to open the door.
As she opened the door she saw him smiling wickedly and also saw him checking her out. He was Abhimanyu Modi, the head of the leading industries in India. Although he was much younger than Shashank Gupta, his power made him more superior. He was looking very hot in his blue faded jeans and simple black shirt. From the time he had set his eyes on Riddhima he had decided that she is the girl he would marry.
"Hi honey," he said smiling at the gorgeous angel in front of him. Riddhima boiled with rage on hearing him call her 'honey'. Without saying anything she turned to go inside but he caught her hand firmly and pulled her towards him. She stopped herself from bumping into his chest just in time. "Get your hands of me Mr. Modi," she said firmly. "Come on, we are going to get married soon," he said tightening his grip on her hand. "But that doesn't mean you can do whatever you wish," Riddhima said, broke free from his grip and went towards the kitchen.
He smiled as he watched her retreating figure. 'It would be fun dealing with her. You can escape from me now Miss Riddhima Shashank Gupta but what will you do after marriage when you will become Mrs. Riddhima Abhimanyu Modi? Save yourself while you can,' he thought with a wicked grin on his face. "Welcome Mr. Modi," said Shashank extending hid hand forward to shake Abhimanyu's hand. "No formalities uncle. Outside office I'm just Abhi – short for Abhimanyu – for you," he said shaking Shashank's hand. "This way Abhi," Shashank said gesturing towards the living room.
It was the first time that Abhimanyu was coming to the Gupta residence. It was a very big house, but not as big as a mansion. As Abhi stepped into the living room he could not help admire the beautifully done house. The interiors of the room were done very beautifully. The walls of the house were off white in colour. The furniture in the room was placed in such a manner that the house was looking exquisite. On the wall were some family photos. He stopped looking at the photos.
"You have a very beautiful house," he said smiling at Shashank. "Thank you Abhimanyu. But all this would not have been possible without my daughter," said Shashank beaming with pride. "I never knew Riddhima was an interior designer," he said taken by surprise. "No Abhimanyu. I wasn't talking about Riddhima. I was talking about my elder daughter, Anjali," Shashank said pointing towards Anjali's picture on the wall where she was posing with Riddhima. "So this is your elder daughter," he said, "she looks very beautiful. So what is she doing now? How come I've never met her?" "She's married and lives on the other side of Mumbai. She is a bit busy now-a-days. So she hasn't come home from quite sometime," replied Shashank frowning. "I hope I'll get a chance to meet her soon," said Abhimanyu looking at Shashank's frowning face. "Of course," he replied replacing the frown with a smile.
He gestured Abhimanyu to sit on the sofa and he himself sat in front of him. He spotted Riddhima going upstairs to her room and decided to do something about her behaviour towards Abhimanyu. "Riddhima," called Shashank, "can you please get something for Abhimanyu to drink? What would you like to drink? Tea, coffee, wine or something else?" he asked turning towards Abhimanyu. He thought over the question for a minute and the replied, "How about Riddhima makes me a cup of coffee?" "It will be her pleasure to do so. Right Riddhima?" he said looking at Riddhima. She just forced a smile and turned towards the kitchen while the anger in her flared up.
'She's going to be interesting to deal with. At last I've got some challenge. Well Miss Gupta if you are going to act like this then I promise that you are going to have a tough time after you marry me' thought Abhimanyu and then started discussing the engagement plans with Shashank.
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Armaan stepped inside the office angrily and went to the reception. "Where is dad?" he asked the receptionist. "He is in an important conference now sir. He has asked me to not allow anyone to speak with him until 6 pm," she said in a small voice frightened by the look on Armaan's face. As Armaan started going towards the conference room the receptionist pleaded him, "Please don't go in there sir otherwise I'll be fired." "If you stop me mow I'll make sure that you are fired immediately and you also don't get this month's salary," said Armaan shouting and threatening the poor girl.
As he barged into the conference room all the people present in the room turned to look at him. If this would have been in a normal situation he would have been embarrassed but not today. Today he had to sort out some serious issues with his father. He did not care whether he disturbed a small meeting or if they lost a million dollar project. His life was much more important than any of these.
His father frowned looking at the angry face of his son. He did not like it if anyone disturbed while an important meeting was going on, especially when the person disturbing was his son. He did not want to face his clients later as they passed rude remarks about his son. Armaan walked towards his father and Yashwardhan Malik stood up immediately. "I want to talk to you dad. Now." said Armaan with a firm determination in his voice.
okay so that was my first part
i hope all your doubts about he and she is cleared.
i want to thank you all for the tremendous support you have given me and wanted me to continue this ff further
all your comments are most welcome
please feel free to criticize on any mistake on my part
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soumya😊
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