DMG: Head Over Heels Part8 Rahul's Concern pg 20 - Page 9

Originally posted by: aanchal_c

how cute was this.awesome.

Originally posted by: vruls

nice part pls continue soon

Originally posted by: ammy-ridz

hey,

Amazing part. sorry couldn't comment 4 last part. got caught up.

Oh god!!! that was Hilarious.I got tears in my eyes with laughter.

thanxx.

Originally posted by: dazzlingstar

hey dear,

just came across ur ff n must say its real fun to read it. riddhima's character is really good. her horrific experiences with her ex-boyfriends, her bonding with muskaan, rahul, her sissy anjali. her helping atul to sneek inside the house. her ignoring armaan n lolz his landing up to be her di's boyfrnd's bro ur simply amazing. the last part was truly hilarious n i would luv to see more parts coming up n that also extra soon. plz plz plz.

keep rocking like this..................... :)))

Originally posted by: *angadkripa*

great part!!

armaan read riddhima's diary

Part 6

I stared at the crazy girls screaming all around me! It looked like I was standing in a fish market, or better yet, someone had let all the animals loose because honestly speaking, I dont think that a group of girls could make so much noise. but then again, if you dangle bait (jocks) in front of them, they go absolutely nuts.
Kind of like right now. I believe every single girl of every size and shape was present at the BOY TOY auction. This auction is the most anticipated event of the whole year. Girls get to bid for a date with a jock and the highest bidder gets a date with the guy till the midnight kiss.


Why was I here you may ask, let me assure you, I am here, purely for Rahul's sake. Yes surprisingly, the guy is an excellent basketball player, though not as good as Armaan! The latter looks soo good in a basketball jersey with those dreamy black eyes and great abs and...Okay Riddhima! You really got to stop fantasizing about that. Me, I'm here to do my duty of a friend and bid on Raool! Muskaan clueless that she is, is hardly expected to bid for him so I might as well do the noble deed. I stood a bit away from the maddening crowd and watched them go wild on mindless idiots. Finally, Rahul came up on stage, looking like a frightened mouse. He walked upfront slowly, running his hand through his hair.


Announcer: Now onstage, we have Rahul! Should we open the bid at $50.

Me: $60

Girl: $75

Me: $100. Rahul looked at with a mixture amusement and gratification.

Muskaan: $150! Rahul looked at me and I looked at him. Then the two of us stared at Muskaan dumbfounded. WOW! Talk about a huge change. First she acts like he doesn't exist and now she's bidding for him. The girl is seriously messed up. Rahul grinned like a chimpanzee and I smiled evilly. Since it's for charity, why not raise the stakes.

Me: $180! Rahul gave me a 'what are you doing' look and pleaded with me silently but I smiled at him reassuringly.


Muskaan: $ 200!

Me: $220!

Muskaan: $250! I was thinking of raising it further but stopped when both Rahul and Muskaan glared at me.

Announcer: Going once, twice, SOLD! To the beautiful girl in blue. You can claim your prize backstage. And when Rahul and Muskaan emerged outside, their arms around each other I jumped up and down in joy.

Me: FINALLY! It's about time the two of you got together. Both of them blushed at my statement and I gave them a hug.

I was thinking of heading home but just then, ARMAAN walked up onstage. If the girls had been wild earlier, they were absolutely crazy now. Hmm...I think I should stick around for a bit. Armaan surveyed the screaming girls with a smirk and slowly, took off his shirt. The temperature of the room rose about 100 degrees (HOT! HOT! HOT!) and I couldn't help but look at his perfectly sculptured washboard abs and those biceps *sigh*....OKAY! I HAVE GOT TO STOP DOING THAT! I was drooling all over Armaan...again! Disgusted with myself, I tried to leave but my legs refused to cooperate. It was as if they had a will of their own.

Announcer: Armaan Malik! So ladies should we start the bid at...he was cut off when a group of girls started screaming all at once.

Girl: $80!

Other girl: $200! I looked at them in amusement. What caught my attention was a really fat girl( and she was huge ) with a moustache wearing a tight pink skirt which was two sizes small on her and a midriff top. She was terrorizing girls who dared to bid for Armaan and she was the highest bidder so far. When some poor unfortunate girl dared to bid on him, this pink snowball stepped on the girls foot (poor girl) and issued others threatening looks. I looked at her then at Armaan and started cracking up. Just the thought of the two of them out on a date was enough to get me laughing. While I was laughing, I happened to look at Armaan and the look of terror on the poor guys face was so comical that it set me off again. I was laughing so hard that I had stitches on my side.

Armaan on the other hand was terrified at the prospect of spending a few hours with the jumbo sized girl. She looked like she was capable of doing anything. Besides, she has a moustache . Hasn't she heard of hot wax? Praying with all his might, he saw Riddhima amidst the crowd, laughing at his misfortune but in this desperate time, she was his only hope. He started waving at her to catch her attention.

I looked at Armaan who was waving so violently that his arm was about to jerk off. He gave me a look of such despair that my heart went out to him. But he himself was responsible for all this. Why'd he have to go and show off his perfect bod? I looked at the pink snowball, then at Armaan and decided to risk my neck to help a FRIEND in need. I took a deep breath and before I could have any second thoughts, blurted out.

Me: $250! Rahul looked at me in surprise then grinned knowingly. Oh no Mister! It is not what you're thinking! Praying with all my heart that the snowball would keep away from me, I slid back to avoid an unpleasant confrontation. She looked at me angrily and raised the bid

Her: $280! I looked inside my wallet. I had about $270 and 20 cents. I pulled Muskaan towards me.

Me: How much money do you have left?

Announcer: We have $ 280! Can I hear 290?

Muskaan: About 30 bucks.

Me: Give it to me.

Announcer: Going once! twice...

Me: $ 300 and 20 cents. The snowball checked her bag then threw a murderous look in my direction before admitting defeat.


Announcer: Done! Armaan beamed at me...WOW! That smile. Boy does he owe me. BIG TIME.

I went backstage to claim my prize or so to speak and was engulfed into a brief but heartfelt hug by Armaan and I say heartfelt cause my heart sure did feel weird and started racing at a 100 miles per second. However the highlight of the day happened to be the very last auction of the day. Abhi strode in confidently, winking at girls left and right and before anyone could say a word, Miss pink snowball swooped in and bid $270. She issued some serious threatening looks to everyone and flexed her muscles, YES she has muscles too, daring them to try and bid on him but no one had the courage, or might I say, no one really wanted him cause I sure as hell didn't see anyone put up a fight. The look on Abhi's face was priceless. It made my day rather it made my whole week.

I left the building with Armaan, still laughing over the whole matter. But before leaving, I went upto miss pink, turns out her name is Tracy and wished her all the very best on her date. She gave me a wary look but I think she is warming upto me, considering she didn't bash my face in for getting the better part of the show, i.e. Armaan. Yes, I know, I am man enough, I mean woman enough to admit that the guy is hot and not just hot, he is one HELL of a charmer. He could charm his way into or out of anything or anyone. While walking, an awkward silence issued between us, probably because we were on our first official date.

Me: So err...What do you want to do now? I asked him.
He gave me his signature smirk that both infuriates and delights me, and escorted me to his car which was parked a few spaces away from mine. We drove off, both of us silent for there was nothing I could think of saying. I was still processing the whole thing in my mind, Armaan, auction, date...When the car came to a halt in front of a beach house. I glanced at Armaan apprehensively I mean we were at HIS beach house all ALONE..He might be getting the wrong idea but and he smiled at me reassuringly. Both of us entered the house and I made a beeline for the open balcony and was simply swept away by the magnificent view I could see from there. The beach looked beautiful under the moon, every nook and cranny illuminated, bathed in the glorious light emitting from the star so far away.

Me: Wow! This is beautiful.

Armaan: I know, He whispered close to me, making goose bumps all over my neck and arms. I stepped away from him and smiled at him. He did that DELIBRATELY...No fair

Me: So what are we having for dinner?

Armaan: Anything you like, Chinese, Mexican, Italian or Indian.

Me: Chinese! I simply love Chinese I said settling down on top of the counter. Armaan smiled at me and came closer and closer. I squirmed a bit, wondering what he was upto. My discomfort must have shown on my face for he smirked and came closer still, till his face was inches away from mine. He brought him hand forward and I quivered with anticipation. I took a deep breath as his hand came near mine, and then grabbed the phone behind me. Phew! I sighed with relief when he moved away, or was it disappointment and escaped to the balcony trying to gather my wits together.

Armaan looked at Riddhima as she escaped into the balcony and settled down into the swing. He smiled at himself when he saw the dazed look on her face. Reading her was like the easiest thing in the world. She was like an open book, for her emotion gave her away very easily. It was obvious she was attracted to him but what he did not get was why she was trying to avoid him. The chemistry between them was great and it didn't take a genius to see that the two looked good together. But the question was, how far would he have to go to get her
It was cold outside and Riddhima shivered, she looked up when Armaan entered

Armaan: Are you cold?

Me: A little.

Armaan: Would you like to have something? Coffee, tea or me? I looked at him.

Me: Very corny! He laughed and sat down near me, automatically accelerating my hearbeat.I swear I have a bad case of Armaanitis.
Symptoms include, increased hearbeat, butterflies in your stomach, loss of words and goosebumps.
Cure: Not found yet.

The two of us got talking, well mainly he was talking while I was staring at his oh so beautiful face and it turns out, we do have some things in common. Like we have the same taste in music. And thats about it. But we had a good time arguing about the stuff we don't agree on, which is absolutely everything else. From books to movies, religion to politics and before I knew it, it was 12. Time for the date to end. We got up almost reluctantly and made our way outside to the car. Armaan drove me home and parked the car outside the house.

Armaan: I guess I owe you a kiss. The KISS...Oh God I had forgotten about that.

Me: Err..I guess. Armaan leaned in close to me and very softly, our lips met. Somehow, it felt right. It changed from soft to a long passionate one. I emerged a good 10 minutes later breathless and got out, bidding him farewell. Still in a daze, I made my way inside and somehow managed to get to my room where I kept replaying the kiss in my mind over and over again. Damn I was falling for him. Head over heels. I sighed. Gosh he is but one hell of a kisser. I smiled but my smile faded when I recalled my previous relationships. Way to spoila perfectly good moment. I remembered how I had spent many a sleepless nights crying over Abhi and Steve and whoever and I'm not sure if I'm ready for the same heartache again.

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