AR: Back to Basics IMP NOTE PG 37 - Page 13

Originally posted by: mrs.armaan

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PART 2

"How is India now? It's been ages since I last paid a visit there." Anjali asked. She and Ridhima were sitting under a tree on the university campus, continuing on their plan of bunking the classes. The campus was a sight one had to watch out for, one of a kind, rare to find. They were sitting somewhere near the Main Quad, located in the heart of the university campus.

"What about India? It is just like it has always been, close to my heart. How I miss it!" Ridhima sighed. It had been about two weeks since her left her on her own and somewhere in her heart, even though she was happy to come here, she still wanted to see her parents, her family and her buddies…

"I understand… It would have been the same with me had been away from home…" Anjali said… "Accha chal, apne doston ke bare mein bata na…!"

"Ah! My friends! My school is one place I am so attached to even now. You know what Anjali? I was there for full 14 years of my life. I still remember my kindergarten teacher and she remembers me as well. She is still the same. I wish I met her one last time before coming…" Ridhima was lost in her beautiful memories while Anjali sat there listening patiently as she went down the roads of time. For once, she decided she would stay quiet.

"My gang… Atul, Muskaan, Rohan, Aditya, Apoorva, Jai and me. We used to have a lot of fun, very close knit. Muskaan is a complete joker and trust her for all the melodrama in the world. When I was leaving the airport na, out of all the people she was crying her eyes out on my shoulder amidst the hundreds of people on the airport. She was just so herself all the time. We were the closest in the group… The guys… one word for them… crazy! It fits perfectly. We were the ideal fools of the world. From getting into troubles with teachers to waving them hi when they enter the classroom… to obediently completing our assignments once in a blue moon, we were not short of any amusement for other people. Leave me out from the assignments part though, I was a crazy intelligent student. And our full time job?" Ridhima looked up at Anjali for the first time as she recounted the good old days… "Irritating people to the limits… and mind you people includes teachers as well. Our maths sir, he was one of his kinds and god! It was so difficult for us to stop laughing while he was teaching…" Ridhima stopped for some breath.

"And what about the high school crushes?"

"Crushes and me?" She looked at Anjali meaningfully…

"Don't tell me you did not have any…" Anjali said as Ridhima looked at her.

"No! I had a hell lot. I had a crush on every other guy in my batch! But don't worry, I realized this well in time that my crushes are just that – crushes and no more…"

"Phir bhi? Koi special toh hoga na? After all tumhari itni badi history jo hai!"

"Hmm… special? Let me think…" She pretended she was deep in thoughts but the first name that came into her mind was Armaan. He was not in her batch for the last year of the school. He had shifted his school because his mother had had a transfer. After that, they never met, never called each and it was this day when she was reminded of him. She didn't know if he was special or not, but she was sure of one thing, he had left a great impact on her. "There was one, but only one whom I got the closest to…" Anjali cocked an eyebrow. "Not physically! Don't look at me like that!" Anjali relaxed after hearing the last bit. "His name was Armaan… desire and he was just true to his name… he was the most desired one of all the boys in our school. God knows how many girls had a crush on him!" Even as she talked about all this, she kept thinking whether her resolve was right or not. At the age of around 17, she had decided that she couldn't fall in love this soon. Whenever she thought she was getting close to boy, her resolve came in between. It wasn't that she was against love. She wanted to be in love. She wanted to know what it is to be crazy about someone. But she was just a child, right? Not in the physical sense but psychologically. Could she care so much for a person at that age that she could give away her life for him? The stories that she had read about immortal love, and those of making sacrifices for your beloved… could she really do all that? On top of it all, she liked every other guy in the class, at least that's what she thought. Was she right in her decision? Often, she asked her mother as well whether she could fall in love at that age. Her mother, aware of the adolescent mind, would sweetly make her understand that even though it is one rare case, but it might just happen. You don't need to worry about that. With that she stuck to her thoughts. She did not know that this might actually change her life.

"Continue Ridz, I am still listening…" Anjali encouraged her to speak on as Ridhima looked lost.

"Huh? So where was I?"

"The desired one…"

"Umm… yeah… woah… wait for a sec… why am I telling you all this?"

"Because you don't have an option. We are bunking the classes right now, we have nothing else to do and since your story is very interesting, so will you please continue?"

Ridhima eyed Anjali, and finding that she actually meant that, she decided to continue.

"That takes us two years back. He was a new admission to the school and had made one guy a friend whom I simply loathed… so it was kinda hard to be friends with Armaan for once. He was one strong personality and he grew popular very soon. He was the most popular with the English teachers… of course after girls like me…" She let out a chuckle. "It was really hard to believe initially, but one look at him and it all came to us. It was after around two three months that the fateful thing happened and I was really happy that it did happen."

~Flashback~

"The class will now be grouped in pairs, so no more sitting with your best buddies." Mrs. Suman's voice boomed through the class room as everyone's talks came to halt followed by a cry of dismay. One by one she grouped two people together giving the weirdest of the explanations to the people being grouped. When it came to Armaan, she seemed to be deep in thought.

"Armaan, whom should I pair you with hun?" Before her were two girls and three guys that were still left for the pairing. Armaan looked expectantly at Mayank, his only buddy in the class, apart from the girls, of course. "Can't be the guys, definitely... I have seen the hullabaloo you guys create in the class." She turned to the girls while Armaan's face fell.

~Flashback Pause~

"One of them must be you right?" Anjali quipped in between as she Ridhima recounted.

"Why do you always have to kick in between? I was telling you na?"

"Voh thi toh tu hi na, ab bata bhi de!"

"Yeah it was me, happy?"

"And the other one must be like the vamp of the story who wanted Armaan the most? And she was like a 'kabab mein haddi' for the two of you…"

"You and your guesses. But this time you're wrong, ok? The other one was friend of mine, not the one in our gang, but yes, she was supposedly you know, ahem ahem to Armaan… that's what we heard."

"And he must have wanted to sit with you, right? Who can ignore a person like you?"

"Uh..uh! You're again wrong. Madam, the Ridhima you see now, wasn't always like this, okay? I was quite the shy types and hardly anyone saw me 'that' way. It was only me who used to look their way. Can I just continue now, without your highness interrupting?"

"Sure, sure… go on babes…"

~Flashback Resumes~

Armaan looked expectantly towards Nikita, hoping that he would me made partners with her. He didn't want Ridhima as his partner; he thought she was too cold with everybody and arrogant as well. He mistook her shyness in front of as these mentioned traits.

"Ridhima, would you be kind enough to help Armaan with the coursework?" Ridhima's head jerked up as soon as she heard this. She wasn't expecting to be paired with Armaan, most of all. Her eyes had been scanning the floor previously, but they depicted nothing but pure shock. She couldn't just stop herself from admiring him from afar, what would happen if she would have to sit and work with him for the school hours?

"Of course, Ma'am. Sure…" She muttered feebly.

"Then it's done… let's move on to the next one." Mrs. Suman moved on to the people who were left while Armaan was making faces as Ridhima came and sat with him. She looked towards Muskaan's way who showed thumbs up to her and mouthed a 'all the best'. She was aware of Ridhima's feelings for Armaan and she was happy that they would get to know each other better now.

"So do you need any help with the coursework?" She asked as politely as she could as she managed to settle with him amidst the heaps of books which lay on the desk, rather than the locker.

"No!' Came a straight reply, volume was higher than normal.

"You don't need to shout for that, you get it? It could have been more polite. You're not the only one stuck up with the unwanted, so you better know how to behave with a girl!" She answered him back in the same tone that he used and for once Armaan was flabbergasted at her.

"I always knew that you were like this, cold and arrogant. Others told me to think otherwise, but I guess they were all wrong." He spoke as he gazed into a comic book while Ridhima read a book.

"I would rather like to keep it that way. I don't give a damn of what you think of me, alright? Ma'am asked me to help you and that is what I was trying to do. You don't want it, your loss!" She turned her face towards the book and as Armaan opened up his mouth to say anything she cut him off. "And I really don't think that a guy like you would like to waste your time with me, right? So please don't bother!" that really shut him up for once. He still opened his mouth to speak something, but couldn't think of anything to say so he abruptly closed it again.

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~About a month later~ (Still in flashback)

Armaan and Ridhima barely talked to each other after that day. Ridhima was surprised at herself. She never thought she could say so much to someone that way, especially when that 'someone' was Armaan. While Armaan had made futile attempts every once in a while to talk to her, she decided it was best for her to stay away from him, the benefit being keeping her feelings for him under check.

Armaan on the other hand had discovered that she was really not so cold and arrogant, it was actually his fault the other day and he had been rude to her. Trying different ways of making it up to her, he had failed miserably. Female ego! He mused.

"The domain of this function is all real numbers. Can anyone give me an explanation for this?" The mathematics teacher turned to face the class; whose expressions were completely blank except for a few bright faces whose hands immediately went up as the question escaped his mouth. And among the few bright ones was Ridhima.

"Aryabhatta!" Armaan muttered under his breath as he saw her hand going up. "Can you fail to answer at least once?" Armaan nudged Ridhima as she was answering the question.

"Can you fail to irritate me at least once?" Ridhima counter questioned him.

"Can we try and be friends with each other at least once?" Ridhima was surprised to hear it from Armaan, though she all the more happy for him making an effort for the first time. She smiled widely at him and they shook hands. She gladly reciprocated the gesture.

"Will the teacher be kind enough to impart me some knowledge?"

"Sure Armaan. Had you been this polite the first time you spoke to me, I can challenge you we would have been great friends by this time…"

"I can't wait to see that happening soon!"

"Me too!" Ridhima uttered excitedly, not knowing what she was speaking.

"Why are you so excited?" Armaan asked her with a sly smile his eyes boring hers.

"Umm… aise hi…you know I am always excited to make new friends… that's why…"

"Oh! That's why?" Armaan cocked an eye brow seeing the colour filing up Ridhima's cheeks. "Thike. So when are we getting started?"

"Whenever you feel like."

"Do you mind staying back after the school for an hour or so?"

"Today itself?"

"You mind?"

"No, actually I have to go somewhere today after the school. I don't think we will be able to manage today. How about tomorrow?"

"Okay!"

He is actually not that bad. I guess people have their image tarnished if they join a new school. I wonder what made the gang think of him otherwise. I have to tell them that he is actually good. I will try and talk to them sometime now…

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Heya Guys! Part 2 up finally... I know very much delayed but I am writing this between severe tooth ache that I have. I hope you enjoy this part! About this part, I am really nervous coz I don't know if it is written well at all... Initially I had no intentions of bringing in Armaan in the second part itself, but based on popular demand, I did this bit. After another part, Armaan may vanish again, so don't beat me up for that!!

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hey Swati.. 😊

lemme introduce myself 1st... m Anjana living in India.... 😊

cuming bck to ur FF...

good starting.... though i dont write FF....m surely used to reading many.... so i can tell which one's are really good... n ur among those... 😉

i really liked ur intro n the 1st part....
looks like Rahul is the villian here.... 😈... if not a villian.. at least a flirt... n like most.. i thot tht to b Armaan as well... but nice 1... 👍🏼

cuming to the 2nd part....

m really happy u introduced Armaan... yaa.. i guess wen 1 joins a new scool/ colg/ office... they may get a wrong impression of a person...

but m happy/... AR r frnds nw....

waiting for their after scool meet.... 😉 😆 😆

plz update the next part ASAP.....

this one's for u..... 😃



Anjz... 😛

great part.. i'll how everything was just fitted so well.. good going cant wait to u to continue!!

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hey it waz fab.

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Originally posted by: Enigma_Swati

Hi Armaan..!! Hello ...
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Now coming to the part .... Woah ... Arman's entry was in a flashback ... That's a new idea ... I find it unique .... Well Nice part .... Anjie is so coool !! Thanks for the PM !! and the part was very nice .... So here's my feedback .... Hope you find it good! :D

Arman ... * You loved it this time?* lolzzz

grt part really good plss continue soon