25 With 18 - Chapter 14 page 37 last part - Page 26

Originally posted by: nidha1983

woah dear🤗 its really awesome one⭐️ superb😍 now its totally 25 with 18 & i wish Armaan don't leave her but he is really fast came to her home and even she don't know when and not let anyone know plz continue it soon😛 & thanks for the pm😉

Originally posted by: shweet29

oooh my u HOLD MY BREATH again .................wait lemme breath properly lolxxx..............
what a part ...OMG they made love this was unexpected i thought army will w8 4r ridz...n all but this was even good ridzi accept it by herself he didn't force her atleast.....hope army dont deceive her...n love her truly ...

plz update super soon n pm me
loadz of love
shweet29

Originally posted by: .xganga.x

Hey!

Im a new reader, just finished reading your entire ff! and im completley hooked!

Love the storyline!

So different from any other FF's ive read!

Love the charecters of both Armaan and Riddhima! -the car rides are sooo cute! XD

Hope this whole mess gets fixed!

Can't wait till the next update!

x

Sunayna

: D

Originally posted by: simi2

hey hi

dear oh my god what a part i m completely speechless....the part was just too good mindblowing....lovely and yaa offcourse really romantic .

anyways hope the world and people around dont creat anykind of mess in there life please make everythink good good notnhing bad should happen

will be waiting for that and yaa thanks for the pm

take care

simi

Originally posted by: suv.patki

Is this truly love for Armaan or just his need? Why is he making her life hell? Well, actually screwing up his own as well. But then, he can anytime return to his world, but she would be left there to deal with the entire world.

Originally posted by: Princess..

haila!!
this part made me blush!! ☺️ ☺️
just imagine!
blush...me!!
wow...u do hv something in u that u made ME blush with a part!!
congrats!!
lol...
lovely girl!! too good...no words...
thanks for the PM...
Love,
Nimisha

Originally posted by: -Armaan-

WOW !! wow indeed ... Gosh I liked it ... but still Words are running out this time !! Do continue sooooon... Arman is so .... *crummy* again !! I think this word has stucked up with me !!

Chapter thirteen

Hey everyone, I have been getting a lot of comments about why I am ending this fan fic 25 with 18. I would like to say that I am going to be ending this fan fic because I do not want to continue to drag on a story to a point where the readers get bored of it. If I wanted I could probably drag the story on and on but that would get boring. I want to keep my readers excited about what they read and if I continue the story then it would be the typical Armaan and Ridhima break up and get back together and then they break up again and get back together again. it would just become too long and too boring. This is why I am soon going to end this fan fic and start another fan fic called The Second. My story The Second is probably going to be a longer fan fic as it does have a more complex plot to it and there are more characters in the story. So please do be on the lookout for my next fan fic coming soon called The Second

Ridhima woke up the next day alone. Armaan wasn't there, and honestly it was probably wise of him. He leaving her home in the wee hours of the morning and getting caught would be a lot worse than getting caught at night. But it was a good thing he did not get caught.

Ridhima felt odd without clothes on under her bed sheets. It felt so free and yet so weird. Like every morning Ridhima went to her closet and picked out her clothes and like always her choice were jeans and a t-shirt.

The morning was like every morning, of every day. But yet it was different. Armaan in one night, one moment, made her a different person. Before he came in her world she was shy she never spoke to anyone much, and in a way she was still like that but with him she could speak, she was able to be open and free with him. To ask him questions to that of which she could never ask anyone else.

After getting dressed Ridhima walked out the house in a long journey to school. She could only seem to think of Armaan in her head. He had been with her, so close to her. He had seen her in a way that no other man had seen her. He had become one with her and only her for that one night.

She felt complete for once. All those things the other kids in school talked about, about their boyfriends or girlfriends, she finally understood them. Ridhima finally understood why everyone out there in the world went through so much pain to find love. It was because love itself was so filling. Love was the only thing that could fill that empty space inside.

When Ridhima entered Art class Justin was already at his seat, something very odd of him. Mark was also already there in his seat. Ridhima then noticed that Armaan wasn't in class. There was a substitute.

Ridhima took her seat and looked over at Mark "Where is Mr. Khanna?" Ridhima asked.

"Mr. Dinkins, called him to his office, god Ridhima do you know what has been going around town? Reporters have been knocking on every one's door asking about your relationship with Mr. Khanna" Mark said whispering so the substitute would not over hear. Usually Mark would not bother whispering, but this sub was not from their town and something told him that the district had hired the sub to find out if the accusations of Armaan and Ridhima were true.

As Ridhima was about to ask of the substitute Justin butt into the conversation also whispering. "Ridhima, us town folks got your back, but be careful of this sub, I overheard Mr. Dinkins say that she's supposed to be some spy. I'll tell you the rest at lunch." Justin said trying to help Ridhima out. Although he had never been good friends with Ridhima he still loved her like everyone else in town.

Mrs. Rice, the substitute was actually a trained art teacher at west field. She was supposed to come to Spring high to determine if Ridhima was in fact just a student in the classroom to study or just there making A's because a teacher was supposedly getting benefits.

"Today class we are going to have a surprise quiz" Mrs. Rice said as she handed out a test to each of the students. Mark and Justin monde in regret while Ridhima just took the quiz with ease. The test was pretty simple and most of the stuff on the test was basics like what are complementary color? And such simple questions.

*****

Armaan sat in Mr. Dinkins office scared to the bone. It was the same office where he had given his interview to become a teachers and it was the same room he was afraid he was going to be fired in.

Mr. Dinkins finally walked into the office. He was a tall skinny old man with a small white beard to lengthen the years on his face. "Mr. Khanna" you are a first year teacher here and already you are causing troubled for the school." Mr. Dinkins commented.

"I can explain…" Armaan started to say as he sat up more properly in his chair.

"No need to explain young man. this is a small high school from a small town, you don't honestly think we did not notice they way you looked at Ridhima when she was not looking, you don't honestly think we did not notice how you dropped her off at home every morning." Mr. Dickens said moving about the room and finally taking a seat behind his small desk in his small office.

Armaan did not know what to say so he just did not say anything and let Mr. Dickens continue to talk. "Rumors of you and Ridhima had started to fly from the second day you were teaching in her class. It wasn't the town who leaked the news to the press it was probably just a mishap where a drunken fella talked too much after a night. But I have to say, the press and jail will not make your life as miserable hell as much as the town folks of Spring could do to you." Mr. Dickens's had a smile on his facing seeing Armaan's face turn white as a ghost.

"Mr. Khanna listen up to what I have to say. You can quit your job and we will guarantee your safety as Spring town in telling everyone that you do not have any relationship with Ridhima Gupta, a student of yours. Or you can continue your job and do the right thing, which is let the girl grow up for once. Everyone in town expects great things from Ridhima. And you will just hold her back. She isn't a person to run away from life. You need to give her a chance to go to college and have an independent life.

"And you think I will stop her from doing so" Armaan said getting his courage back to speak this is usual grand voice. " I do not think you will stop Ridhima from going to collage but you will stop her from living it freely. Collage is about meeting new people to date around experience a different world. This does not mean that Ridhima will not love you in the end. It just means that she need her part of fun. Think about it Armaan, how many girls did you date in collage just for the fun of it. Not because you actually liked them or wanted to sleep with them, but just dated them for the heck of doing so." When Mr. Dickens said this, Armaan realized that he was right. He had dated many women in collage and it was a part of collage as a growing up experience.

"so what are you say, you want me to break my relationship with Ridhima?" Armaan asked narrowing his eyes as the point of which Mr. Dickens was getting to.

Lunch was an awkward moment for Ridhima. Everyone in town had known all along and yet no one had told her. Rumors had flown around but yet no one had led on that they knew it. Ridhima blushed continuously during Justin's speech and her cheeks had turned rosy red by the end of it.

*****

As the weeks went by the substitute Mrs. Rice left Spring high with a report of Ridhima Gupta and the finest art student she had ever met. As for the reporters, they stuck around a little bit longer. With reporters in Spring, the town profited a lot with the camera folks buying a good stock of their food and clothes.

The reporters continued to ask town folks questions but would never get a good enough answer to be able to put it in the papers or TV. The buzz of Ridhima and Armaan few around the internet but nothing big caught on for Armaan or Ridhima to worry.

To stay on the safe side Armaan no longer drove Ridhima home. And when they ever did meet it was usually in a group in which they really could not be alone together. Armaan hated every moment of it. He would see Ridhima but not be able to see her. He would want to kiss her lips but could not touch her. Despite the fact he had given up the world of the rich, he was still followed round like a hog twenty four hours seven days a week.

Armaan resumed his post as a teacher but had to give up Ridhima as a student. The district had allowed Mr. Dickens to keep Armaan as a teacher as long as he was not Ridhima's teacher. So instead of Armaan being Ridhima's art teacher, she got switched to a different class with a different teacher.