DMG: Head Over Heels Part8 Rahul's Concern pg 20 - Page 7

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riddhima running after her dog in her nightsuit LOL

Part 5

I stood there staring at Armaan and Atul. Brothers! Who would've thought the two would actually be related. It's a very small world.

Atul: Okay can we start all over again? Bhai what are you doing here?

Armaan: We are guest here. Shashank uncle, dad's friend invited us for lunch today. Remember mum told you about it last night but you said you wouldn't be able to make it because you had some important work to do. Very important work by the looks of it. Atul flushed.
Just then Anjali came down the stairs wearing a baby blue shalwar kameez; she smiled at Armaan then did a double take when she saw Atul standing there.

Anjali: What are you still doing here? OMG if dad sees you here I am sooo dead.

Atul: I was invited, he said and moved inside followed by an anxious Anjali who could not make head or tail of the situation. Riddhima shifted uncomfortably under Armaan's scrutiny. He was studying her intently and at the very moment, dad came wandering in the hall.

Shashank: Riddhima beta why are you standing here at the door. He saw Armaanl standing there and beamed at him. You must be Armaan. Why are you standing outside? Come on in. Riddhima moved aside to let him in and then fled up the stairs to the sanctity of her bedroom. She stripped off her clothes and stood under the shower, too muddled to think properly.

Meanwhile, Armaan and Atul were being treated to a grand tour of the house by Anjali who could not believe Atul; was actually a guest here, Malik uncle's son. That meant he would no longer have to climb up the pipe to come meet her. Anjali led them inside Riddhima's room. Armaan smirked when he saw it. A typical girl's room, with lacey curtains and frilly bed sheet and a whole wall devoted to posters of Orlando Bloom, Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp.

Anjali and Atul left but Armaan lingered inside. He moved in further, leafing through Riddhima's stuff. To his luck, he came across her diary, the one he had seen earlier this week. Without a moment's hesitation, he opened it randomly and found himself staring at the picture of Riddhima's very first boyfriend Amit. Riddhima had written.

...I can't believe that ass Amit had the gall to dump me, Riddhima Gupta Oh he is going to pay. The bimbo has 0 IQ and chest the size of Pamela Anderson's. GOD men are such pigs...i hope he burns in hell!! I can't believe I let him kiss me...Well that does it..These no prince Charming and even if there is one, I know Amit isn't him. And he's not that cute when you think about it!! Why on earth did I even consider going out with him? STUPID STUPID me.....

The grin on Armaan's face grew wider and wider by the second. He turned the page and came across a passage written on Riddhima's high school boyfriend Steve.

.OMG... I can't believe it ...Steve who is like the hottest guy on earth..(After Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom) asked me out! Is it just or are the GODS smiling down upon me..But what am I going to wear...Oh I so need to go shopping! Must call Muskaan immideately...Boy is she going to flip once she finds out! WOHOO...

Armaan smiled as he saw a totally different side of Riddhima sounded like a hormonal teenager who was psyched about a date with some guy & he laugh at her childlessness. He turned the page to read on:

...GAY! OMG Steve is gay.ARGH..To think I kissed the guy..I wonder who else he has kissed..or what else..EW EW EW..i need to brush my teeth with detergent..No wonder he was so obsessed with his looks..And now that I think about it, he did spend an awful lot of time in the locker room! GOD! Why does this always happen to me? It's not like I have anything against gay people it's just that..WHY DID MY BOYFRIEND HAVE TO BE GAY? He totally ruined prom for me..The horror of seeing him standing under the bleachers making out with the Prom King...

Hahahahaha...Armaan could not help but laugh out loud. He totally understood Riddhima's dilemma but could not stop laughing about it. He choked back his laughter and skipped a few pages forward. The smile faded from his face when he found himself glaring at the picture of Abhi. Riddhima went out with this jerk? The guy was a good basketball player but aside from that, there was nothing good about him. He glanced about and read on:

What on earth happened to my sweet and loving boyfriend? He has turned into such a jerk..GOD! Ever since he made it in the team, he's been acting like a total and complete jerk. He avoids me like a plague in uni and then comes running to me begging for my forgiveness..GOSH..What does he take me for? And he's been trying to get into my pants alot..Like that's going to happen. I really thought he was the ONE but I guess I was wrong.. Like I don't notice the way he drools over Samantha...Well this is it! I officially quit trying to make a relationship work..It's better not to have a boyfriend at all...Besides I was happy when I was single....

Riddhima came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body to be greeted by a horrific sight, Armaan Malik standing in her room reading her diary. Promptly forgetting her scantily clad state, he marched over to him and snatched her diary out of his hands! The nerve of him. Armaan was not in the least abashed. He smirked at Riddhima, making her wonder as to how much he had read. His gaze then slid over to what she was wearing, correction rather the lack of clothes and his grin widened.

Me: How much did you read?

Armaan: Not much!

Me: Keep out of my stuff! GET IT? You can get out now!

Armaan: Has anyone ever told you, you look hot in a towel. Too late I realized what I was wearing and turned red. With the speed of lighting, I grabbed my clothes from the bed and ran into the bathroom only to emerge a few minutes later wearing a black shalwar kameez. To my growing resentment, I found Armaan waiting for me.

Me: You're still here!

Armaan: I know! I just wanted to ask you something! Did you really go out with Abhi Modi?

Me: Yes! I replied.

Armaan: And Gay Steve?

Me: How do you...I looked at him then at my diary and boy was I mad. Armaan looked at the different emotions on Riddhima's face and boy was she angry. I better run for it, he thought. Without another word, Armaan turned on his heels and fled the room, chased by a raging mad Riddhima. Mr and Mrs Malik looked up to see their son being chased by a pretty girl who looked mad about something. The two exchanged a look. Their son was always being chased by girls but in this case, it was a totally different matter.

Riddhima's foot caught in the rug and she came crashing down, twisting in mid way so she came crashing down with Armaan on top of her. DAMN! This was the second time this week.She pushed him off and got up to find herself being studied with interst by who she could only pin down to be his parents. She smiled at them and took their blessing.Mrs Malik smiled at Riddhima and gave her her blessings.

Mrs Malik: What did you do? she asked Armaan who was standing behind Riddhima grinning.

Armaan: Why do you always asume I must have done something? he asked her in mock hurt tone.

Mrs Malik: Because I am your mother and know you very well. Now tell me what did you do?

Riddhima: It's nothing aunty! He was just annoying me. Please come in, sit down. Armaan gave her a 'thank you' look and I smiled at him.

We sat down to dinner, seated in such a way that Armaan was sitting across me, Atul and Anjali sitting on my left. We were in the middle of lunch when I felt someone grab a hold of my hand. I looked up shocked and saw Atul smirking at Anjali. I chocked back a laugh and tugged my hand back but Atul thinking it was Anjali's hand held on tightly. I leaned in closer to Anjali and whispered in her ear.

Me: Anjie! Tell Atul that hes holding my hand not yours. As soon as Anjali heard this, she burst out laughing and everyone stared at her in surprise. She laughed till tears of mirth ran down her cheeks. I pinched her with my free hand to keep her from laughing. She leaned close to Atul and whispered in his ear. He turned a dark shade of purple and looked at me sheepishly. I winked at him and the three of us burst out laughing. dad, Armaan, aunty and uncle stared at us bewildered.

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