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1st thread It all depends on love
Promo 5
Part 17
Promo 6
Part 18
Promo 7
Part 19 A
Part 19 B
Part 20
Part 21
Last Part

PART 17

Atul and Muskaan left after having dinner and Armaan and Riddhima headed for their bedroom… After few minutes Riddhima came out of the bathroom wearing her nightdress

"Come here." Armaan commanded as she came out of the bathroom

"Why?" she asked shyly

"You know damned well why." He growled with husky tenderness

He took a step towards her and held her tightly, the roughness of his jaw grazing the softness of her cheek. She closed her eyes, savoring the iron feel of him… his warm hand stroking the slim curve of her back… Releasing her little he lifted her chin up… her lips felt dry and unthinkingly she touched them with the tip of her tongue.

"Armaan…" she breathed his name as he pulled her almost roughly against him

And then everything faded from her vision except the hard, beautifully moulded mouth that swooped to claim her own… his lips found the throbbing pulse of her throat and then brushed aside the thin straps of her night dress

"God! You intoxicate me Riddhima." He murmured against her lips and then scooped her in his arms and moved toward the bed.

********

"See what you have done." Riddhima said point at the purple marks on her neck

Armaan smiled at her showing his Dimples "I feel so secure and satisfied when I see you like this." Armaan said with a satisfied look on his face

"Like this? Like what" Riddhima raised her eyebrow

"With my love marks all over your body." He winked

"Why is that?"

"It gives me a kind of satisfaction that you are mine… only mine."

"You are mad, Husband" she said smiling

"I am crazy about you wife" he said kissing her nape

"Ok now… go and take your shower… I'll ask Sarah to bring our break fast here."

"Ok."


*********

Armaan was trying to button his shirt when she entered in the bedroom… He glanced towards the door and smiled at her "help wife."
She hurriedly buttoned his shirt and opened her wardrobe

"What are you doing?" asked Armaan

"Selecting a top."

"Why?"

"To change Armaan" she answered in an irritating tone

"Why are you changing?"

"I am going to office." Riddhima answered

"That I know but you showered and changed your clothes this morning then why are you changing again?"

"I don't wear so bright colours at my work."

"Why not? I love this top baby… please don't change."

"Will you people stop dictating me…. Can't I choose my own clothes?" Riddhima shouted

Shocked by her sudden out burst "What's wrong with you baby? I am not dictating you… I am just requesting……" he stopped as he saw two fat tears escaped her eyes…

"Hey! Kia hua? Why are you crying?" Armaan asked hugging her

"Why does she hate me so much Armaan? Am I that bad? Why does my own sister hate me so much?"

"No body hates you sweetie… stop crying please… and tell me what happened." He said moving towards bed

"Armaan… I… went … downstairs…"

"Sshh…. Stop crying first." He said sitting on the bed and pulling her in his lap

"Armaan I… I… Niki……"

"Riddhima… will you please stop crying…" He wiped her tears with his thumb and caressed her cheeks "If you don't want to tell me then its fine… I won't ask you but please don't cry like this…please."

"I am sorry Armaan… ma tum ko bohot tang karti ho na." she said hiding her face in his neck

"Ha karti ho… bas roya mat karo Riddhima… mujhe bohot bura lagta hai."

"I love you Armaan." Armaan smiled and kissed her hair

"Now will you tell me what happened?" he asked caressing her back

She nodded against his neck "I went downstairs to……"

"Sarah… we'll have breakfast in our room … Armaan doesn't feel like coming down today." she informed Sarah "She turned to go back to her room and saw Niki coming out of guest room "Good morning di" Riddhima smiled

"Morning." Niki replied coldly "How is Armaan?"

"Better di… Just a mild fever" She smiled again

"Will you stop calling me di, Riddhima?"

"But di……" she stopped as Niki glared at her

"Ok fine… what will you have for break fast niki?"

"What is it on your neck?" Niki asked ignoring Riddhima's question

"Umm" she blushed "it's nothing…. Just… umm…"

"I never knew… you're so shameless Riddhima?"

"Why di? What did I do? Why are you talking to me like this?" asked confused Riddhima

"What you did?" Niki smiled sarcastically "you are roaming in house with love bites all over your neck… and you still have guts to ask your elder sister what you have done?"

"In case you are forgetting di… I am a married woman… and the love bites you are talking about are given by my Husband… what should I be ashamed of? Should I be ashamed of being loved by my husband?"

"I don't want to argue with you Riddhima… if you want me to stay here then go and change your top."

"But di Armaan……"

"Keep him out of this." Niki interrupted "only God knows why the hell he loves an Idiot like you."

Riddhima headed towards her bedroom… trying very hard to control her tears…

Armaan's grip tightened on her back with anger "I am going to throw her out of here now." He said getting up from the bed

"Armaan NO… Please don't." Riddhima pleaded but Armaan was adamant

"I told you I'll throw her out of here if she misbehaves with you… Didn't I?"

Riddhima nodded

"So I am going to do that now." Armaan said heading toward the bedroom door

"But Armaan…"

"No ifs and buts Riddhima… I'll…"

"Please Armaan" she said joining her hands in front of him "I beg of you please don't do this."

Armaan held her hands "Why are you doing this Riddhima? Why are you allowing her to insult you?"

"She and Rahul are my only blood relations left with me… first I lost papa then Mom… I really don't want to loose niki di or Rahul… Armaan Please…"

"Riddhima." Armaan sighed "Ok I won't do anything"

"Thank you." She hugged him

"But you'll have to do something for me."

"What?" she asked

"Don't change your Top."

"But Armaan…" he arched his eye brow "Ok."

"We'll have our breakfast downstairs with Niki."

"Why? What's in your mind Armaan?"

"Nothing I just want to have breakfast with my sister-in-law… Do you have a problem with that?"

*********

"Hey Niki… what's up?" Armaan said as he entered in dinning room

"Hi Armaan… How is your hand now?" Niki asked smiling

"Better… Sarah my scrambled egg please."

"Here you go Mr. Mallik" Sarah said coming out of the kitchen. "Where is Riddhima?"

"Coming… you go and get her breakfast too… she'll be here in a minute."

"I am already here" Riddhima smiled at Armaan as she entered

Before Armaan could answer her Niki said in a scolding tone "I thought you went upstairs to change your top."

"I did but…"

"You know I love this top." Armaan interrupted ignoring niki "You look very sexy in this." He winked

Niki made face at Armaan's answer and Riddhima blushed "and if you are done with your blushing" Armaan teased her "Will you come here and feed me breakfast… I am very hungry."

"But Armaan" Niki said "your right hand is perfectly fine."

"Thanks for reminding me Niki but I want to eat with my wife's hand" he glared at Niki "Any problem with that?"

"No… I am Sorry" Niki murmured bowing her head

********

Riddhima entered in the living room to see Niki sitting on the couch, watching TV

"Hey d… er.. niki… How was your day?" Riddhima asked

"Good and yours?" Niki asked

"Tiring… Where is Armaan?" Riddhima asked as Sarah came with a glass of water for her

"He went outside." Niki answered

"Ok… Sarah will you please make some coffee for us." Sarah nodded and left

"We are having dinner party on Sunday… I hope you are free…"

"Dinner Party… How nice..." Niki answered sarcastically

"To be honest… I am bit nervous about it… It's the first time I am going to entertain as Armaan's wife."

"This situation is quite strange for me." Niki said sipping her coffee

"Strange? Why?"

"I keep thinking I should be the one giving dinner party on Sunday and you should be the guest in this house."

"I am Sorry but I don't follow you."

"No, I don't suppose you do." She sipped her coffee again" I am sure Armaan had far more tact than to tell you that before he asked you to marry him, he asked me."

Riddhima stared at her, emotion bringing a rush of colour into her face "I don't believe you." She cried, her voice shaking a little

Niki smiled "You don't really think you were Armaan's first choice, do you?" her eyes glittered with triumph as she started. "The two of us were lovers before he even met you. Armaan married you purely because he needs a wife, because of the clause in her uncle's will."

"I don't believe you." She repeated, desperately trying to hide the surge of doubt. "I love Armaan and he love me."

"You really think so? Let me give you some advice, Little sis… Armaan is rich, powerful and fantastic in bed… be satisfied with what you have got while it lasts." She said getting up and moving towards the door

"What do you mean, while it last?"

"I would have thought it was obvious. When Armaan realizes it's never going to be as good between the two of you as it was between him and me, he will divorce you."

"I won't listen to another word." Riddhima said fiercely "I won't let you spoile everything with your lies."

Niki paused at the door and said with spite "Lies? Why not ask Armaan about it then?"

"I will not ask him anything… I trust him… I won't let another ANJALI spoil our life."

"Well… as you wish just don't complain about this in future." Niki smile sarcastically "Don't wait for me at dinner… I'll be late" and without waiting for an answer she left troubled Riddhima

"Armaan was right." She thought "I'll ask her to leave… I won't let her spoil our happy life." She wiped her tears "But why is she doing this… she is my sister… why can't she see us Happy together."

The door bell rang, breaking into her thoughts and making her realize how long she had sat in the gloom.. but she didn't go to answer it. She felt she couldn't face anyone right now. She was too upset, too shaken

She pressed her knuckles against her trembling lips, glad that the bell didn't ring again. Whoever the caller was, he had obliviously assumed no one was home.

She stood up with the intention of cooking dinner for Armaan… Then gave a terrified gasp as she saw that a man stood silhouetted in the door way.

"Riddhima?" her panic abated as she recognized the voice.

"Abhi?" she breathed shakily " what are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"The front door was ajar" he explained "when I rang and got no answer I wondered if everything was fine." His gaze narrowed on her "I can see that it's not."

"Everything's fine." She insisted

"Well I hope."

"What are you doing here Abhi?" Riddhima asked

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

"No I am not." She answered angrily "Why did you lie about my abortion that day… you knew very well it was a miscarriage…"

"Well…" he hesitated for a second then continued "I knew Armaan was listening."

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS ABHIMANYU MODI? JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE."

"Shut up Riddhima… Why are you so heart less."

"Me, heartless?" she glared at him "You are the one who tried to break our marriage and you are calling me heartless."

"Then why the hell did you do it Riddhima?"

"Do what?"

"You knew I loved you." He said "you had no right to marry someone else when I still wanted you."

"I never knew you loved me and I always loved Armaan… I have full right to marry the person I love.

"But I love you Riddhima." Abhi said snatching her hand and laying her palm on his cheek.

"I don't leave your love." She withdrew her hand and pushed him away.

"But I do." Abhi said fiercely taking hold of her shoulders "I need your love."

Her eyes sparking.. she tried to break his grip but he pulled her tightly against him.. she turned her head aside to evade his kiss

"No" she snapped, the rest of her furious protest stifled as his suffocating mouth came down on hers.

"Take your hands off my wife" Armaan's voice slashed into the room




Hey guys... please don't kill me for stopping here at this tensed situation... I know there are so many ppl after my life these days... 😆 I am really sorry... seriously very sorry to keep you guys waiting for so long.... 😳 😳 I tried to update longer part but my fever is back with this killing throat infection.... Ramadan is going to be very tough for me😔... fasting with high grade fever... 😭 😭 hmm... Hey i forgot.... RAMADAN MUBARAK guys.... and ananya and Sanjana don't you dare complain about the length... 😉It's not that short .... It's almost 13 pages long.... I'll try my best to update next part in two days... Do leave your comments.... and i am sorry if there are mistakes... I couldn't proof read.... My eyes are burning like hell

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Part 18

"I love you Riddhima." Abhi said snatching her hand and laying her palm on his cheek.

"I don't need your love." She withdrew her hand and pushed him away.

"But I do." Abhi said fiercely taking hold of her shoulders "I need your love."

Her eyes sparking… she tried to break his grip but he pulled her tightly against him.. she turned her head aside to evade his kiss

"No" she snapped, the rest of her furious protest stifled as his suffocating mouth came down on hers.

"Take your hands off my wife" Armaan's voice slashed into the room

Riddhima staggered as Abhimanyu let her go… She felt sick and was trembling… her heart plummeted with dismay as she saw the expression on Armaan's face… She could imagine how the scene must have looked from the doorway…

Armaan didn't move from where he stood, yet even his stillness seemed a threat. A nerve jumped in his lean jaw and his eyes held a murderous glint as they remained fixed on Abhimanyu.

"Get out of here." He ordered

Abhi's hand nervously stole to his collar and he said "I was the one Riddhima should have married… but don't worry she'll come back to me."

The reply was ill advised. Armaan waited till he went to pass him, then his hand shot out. Slamming Abhi against the door frame, he warned "Set foot in this house again and I'll kill you."

"Armaan stop it." Riddhima broke in

His gaze swung to her before returning to Abhimanyu. Armaan's lips curled sarcastically. He stepped back allowing Abhi to go free and the front door banged seconds later.

In the throbbing silence Armaan studied Riddhima with hard eyes that held chilly glint. The anger and contempt in his eyes set her heart beating unevenly

"It's not what you think." She began at once.

"You don't know what I think" he bit back angrily "Not yet."

"Yes, I do. It was written all over your face when you came in and saw………."

"You and your ex-lover's intimate scene?" He cut in "evidently I came home earlier than you expected."

His sarcasm was like a knife thrust. Suddenly she was angry too, angry and hurt… How dared Armaan condemn her so swiftly for something she hadn't done when, if her sister was telling the truth, he was the one who dealt in deceit?

"Just what are you accusing me of?" she burst out " I know how it must have looked when you walked in but I can explain."

"Why don't you, then?" he suggested gritting his teeth

"What's the use?" She cried bitterly, she made to turn away but he caught hold of her. "Let go of me. You are not interested in what really happened, only in confirming your suspicions."

"Don't act innocent with me." He said "Are you going to tell me you didn't invite him in, you didn't offer him a drink? He wasn't kissing you?"

"That's right, he was kissing me." She answered "but I didn't invite him in… the front door was open."

"What kind of fool do you take me for?" Armaan exploded, gripping her by the shoulders

"I don't have to appologise for something I haven't done." She declared

The tone of her voice convinced Armaan a bit. He released his grip on her. His jaw was still tight and he said with cold toneless voice "Don't ever let me come in and find you with your ex- lover again. If you do I am liable to break every bone in you beautiful little body."

"Was that why you married me, for my beautiful little body?" she flung at him "At least I am not a liar lie you."

"Meaning?" he snapped

"Meaning…" She broke off, her heart thumping painfully. She clenched her fingers into her alms as she said haltingly " Were you and Niki lovers?"

"No" he answered, but he said it just a split second too late for it to ring true.

Tears stung her eyes

"Who told you we were lovers?" he demanded harshly

"What does it matter who told me?" she cried "what matters is that it's true, that you are lying to me."

He swore under his breath"I have never lied to you." He stated controlling his anger

He reached for her but she shied away

"Not when you said you loved me?" she countered fiercely "Not when you said you and Niki were friends, nothing more?"

"Riddhima, Listen"
He caught hold of her arm but she retreated from him as though she couldn't bear to have him touch her.

"Listen to what?" she hissed "more lies?"

She turned around but he spun her back to face him. He looked as if he was sorely tempered to shake her "For God's sake Riddhima……" he halted mid-sentence as his phone started ringing

"I'll talk to you later muski… I am" he answered the phone "ok I'll tell her bye."

"I was saying……" he said after disconnecting the call and Riddhima interrupted

"I don't want to know… We made a contract of six months marriage… and this marriage will get over after that."

Alone Riddhima sat with her face buried in her hands, fighting the tears that welled up inside her. She thought of Armaan and her sister together and curled her nails into her palms against the sharp uprise of anguish and then as she wondered if he had thought of Niki every time he'd made love to her.

Why, why had she let herself love him? How could she have been such a fool as to place her happiness in a man like Armaan? Had she learned nothing from the past? Twice now she had let her heart rule her head and twice she had been betrayed.

Armaan had proposed to her because the woman he wanted was not ready for the commitment and because in order to entertain he needed a wife. She was nothing more than a substitute

She sprang to her feet. She had no intention of continuing to live in the same house with a man who didn't love her. She got as far as the door of her bedroom before her heart started to pound. Without Armaan there would always be this ache of incompleteness tearing her apart

Surely the pain of staying was better than the agony she would suffer if she walked out. If Armaan really loved her sister, wouldn't he have waited for her? The thought lent her courage. Instead of waiting he had chosen to marry Riddhima, perhaps in time he would come to love her

Her next thought steadied her. Armaan had said once that he had believed in commitment. He wouldn't have married her ih he'd had doubts about their marriage lasting, she told herself. She remembered all the passionate moments they had shared. They had to mean something… THEY HAD TO.

The trouble was that, while she loved Armaan desperately enough to swallow her pride to stay and work at her marriage against all the odds, anger kept intervening. Perhaps if she'd been less fiery she could have accepted that she was second best. But was it in her nature to wait patiently in the hope that maybe some day he would discover that he truly loved her, that she was first in his heart after all?

When she had pulled herself together she went into the hall. She had two choices First: to accept her marriage as it was Second: to walk out because she couldn't accept that it wasn't as perfect as it had seemed. Either from realism or love she had decided on the former.

She went into the kitchen then stopped as she saw Armaan. He had changed out of his business suit and was wearing jeans and T-shirt which made her very conscious of the breadth of his chest.

"Where is Sarah?" she asked

"She is not feeling well so I asked her to take rest and I didn't think you'd feel like cooking this evening either." He answered evenly

"I don't." she agreed "but I'll prepare dinner anyway."

"You don't have to. It's already in hand. I'll have it ready in about twenty minutes."

Feeling out of place in the kitchen when there was nothing for her to do. Riddhima went into the dinning room

They ate their meal in silence. The pasta Armaan had cooked was delicious but romance in her relationship with Armaan had shattered, the atmosphere of the dining room was so tensed that Riddhima had to force her food down.

She made the coffee, aware of Armaan's gaze on her as she poured it out. Briefly she raised her eyes to his, passing his cup to him. The tension in the air flared and her hand began to shake so that the cup rattled in its saucer.

With a mirthless smile Armaan took it from her
"Why so upset?" he asked

"You know damned well why I am upset." She sparked

"Because of Abhimanyu modi?" he asked softly

"No, not because of Abhi, because……." She broke off

"Go on." He ordered

"She felt too drained and too hurt to want to discuss their marriage "Can we please change the subject."

"Sure" He replied sarcastically "Muskaan called to say Niki will leave for US tomorrow morning and tonight she will be staying at Muski's place."

"Ok."

"I was hoping" he said smiling sarcastically "you might be able to come up with some kind of explanation as to what was going on here when I came home this evening."

"I tried to give you an explanation. You weren't prepared to listen."

"I am prepared to listen now
But he sounded hard and impossible to convince. She got up and as she headed for the door, he asked her in a polite voice "I am waiting for an answer."

"What exactly is there to say?"
Her bitter question remained unanswered as she left the room

************

The rift between them was one which remained unhealed. Riddhima was glad that her business kept her so fully occupied. At least at the office she could forget for a while the pressure her marriage was under. There was no repetition of their furious row. After few days, completely out of the blue, Rahul phoned her.

"I was just wondering how my newly married sis is getting on." He'd begun "How's married life going?"

"Everything is just fine with me." She lied "tell me about your self… How are things with you?"

"I have got a half term holiday coming up this week end… I thought I might come and spend it with you… if you'll agree to have me, that is. I have decided may be I was a bit hasty. I should at least meet this new husband of your's before I make up my mind about him. Even if he is a Mallik. What do you say sis… will you let me spend a sometime with you and your husband"

"Of course I'd be delighted to see you." The sentiment was true, but she's had her reservations. "but don't feel you have to come rushing down here at your half term if you have got better things to do. There is plenty of time for you to meet Armaan."

But he had obviously made his mind " No, I want to come" then he added, misinterpreting her hesitation "Unless you don't want to see me, of course."

That was the last thing she wanted him to think "It's not like that, idiot." She protested "of course I want to see you, Rahul. It's just that I thought you might have something more exciting lined up with your friends. I am very glad to hear you don't" she assured him "I am going to get your room ready this very afternoon."

As she laid down the phone, she smiled wryly to herself. In this particular instance, getting spare room ready would involve a little more than simply putting clean sheets on the bed. She would have to empty the cupboards and drawers and move out all her things.

For the past 3 days, since their disastrous fight. Riddhima had adopted the spare room. Not only did she sleep there, with the door locked, at night, she also frequently retired to its peaceful seclusion with a book in the evenings when Armaan was at home. It was an arrangement, she suspected, that suited him as much as her.


"We can take the sofa-bed into my room. ' Armaan suggested when Riddhima raised the subject. "No one but ourselves need to know that we are not in fact sleeping on the same bed."

Even sleeping in the same room sounded risky to Riddhima, though she could think of no better solution herself. She nodded vaguely, avoiding his eyes.

But as usual Armaan read her mind "Don't worry." His tone stiff with sarcasm. "I am not going to force myself on you."

That's nice to know." She snapped

The first couple of nights of Rahul's stay, Riddhima lay wide-eyed and sleepless in the big double bed and listened to the gentle rhythms of his breathing as he slept peacefully on the sofa-bed. No matter how hard she tried to bolt him from her consciousness, her senses were all too aware of the vibrant, half naked male presence lying just a few feet away from her.

Before Rahul's arrival Riddhima had worried that the tension in the house is already high and might rise unbearably with the addition of her brother. But, contrary to all her fears, Rahul's arrival on the scene had brought out in Armaan yet another new and unsuspected side. He had gone to considerable trouble to keep his young guest occupied and amused.

"I take back everything I have ever said about him and the Malliks, Sis… He is great I am really going to enjoy having him as a brother in law." Rahul confided at the end of his first day.

Riddhima smiled tightly and glanced away, aware of a new weight pressing on her now. For suddenly she realized that when it came to explaining the divorce to her brother in just under five months' time… She's not going to have an easy task on her hands

************

As usual, she had lain awake for ours, her brain tensed with seemingly insoluble problems. Then at last she had drifted off, only to be seized by an overwhelming terror, like some demon is chasing her. Next thing she was sitting up in the bed, her body soaked in a lather of sweat, panting, her fingers clutching at the bedclothes, dimly aware that she was crying out.

"hey what's up, baby? Relax you are safe." A warm, reassuring arm was stealing round her shoulder, drawing her shivering body against a broad and comforting chest. A strong, gentle hand smoothed her sweat-tousled hair. "You are all right Riddhima." A soft voice was telling her "I am here with you. It was only a dream."

Gratefully she leaned against him. As the bedside lamp was suddenly snapped on Riddhima blinked but did not move as the safe and comforting presence at her side continued to hold her and stroke away her fear.

"Do you want me to bring you a glass of water?" Armaan enquired softly against her hair

"No" She tightened her grip impulsively on his arm, not wanting him to move away and leave her

"Do you want to tell me what the dream was about? The best way to drive a nightmare from your mind is simply to talk about it."

Riddhima stole a glance at him, meeting the pair of frank, caring eyes "I can't remember. All I know is someone was chasing me and I was trying to get away. Only my legs wouldn't move. My feet felt as if they were stuck to the ground.

"A typical anxiety dream." He stroked her hair and smiled " I trust the villain wasn't me, by any chance."

"I don't think so." At the comforting note of humour in his voice. She allowed herself a smile " I am not even sure if it was a person. It was just something scary. I couldn't even see it."
Armaan drew the bed sheet around her shoulder and softly continued to stroke her hair. "You have been letting things get to you, bottling up your emotions. I have been watching you over the week and I have seen It building up."

Riddhima gave him a surprised glance

"What's the matter?" he questioned mildly "Did you believe I am blind?"

She shook her head and glanced away as he added, changing the subject" Are you sure you wouldn't like me to get you something?" A hot drink to help you sleep?"


"No thanks." She shook her head again

"OK" Armaan bent to drop a light kiss on her hair "Is it all right if I put out the light?"

Riddhima nodded as he reached out to switched off the lamp, then stiffened as she felt him slide from the bed. Involuntarily she tightened her grip on his arm. " but don't leave me, Armaan. Not just yet."

He paused "I'll stay as long as you like, but I hope you don't object if I join you underneath the covers. It's a little e bit chilly out here." Then, when she didn't object, he pulled the sheet back and slid alongside her. His body warm as he pressed against her, gathering her more fully into his arms.

With a low satisfied moan Riddhima snuggled closer, her soft body moulding to his, her head cushioned against one muscular shoulder as she slipped one arm around his waist.

"Goodnight." She heard him whisper "sleep now, sweetheart."

"Goodnight." She murmured.

By the time she awoke next morning, feeling fresh after the best sleep she'd had in last few days. Riddhima was once more alone in the big, warm double bed.

With a twinge of disappointment to discover Armaan already gone, she sat up and stretched, then suddenly caught sight of the wrapped package on the end of the bed. She paused and blinked. It was the package that contained night dress he had brought in Paris and which she had believed was destined for Anjali.

One peep inside confirmed that she was right. A little uneasily she laid it aside. "What was this gesture supposed to mean?"



hey guys... that was part 18 ... I hope you all liked it... chalo guys read this part and quickly leave your comments... I'll update next part latest by tuesday... this ff will end in one or two parts... my internship is finally over and i am going back to my home town for a month... and i want to end this before leaving from here.... Do leave your comments...

Love,
Anita

hey congrats for the new thread!!

CONGO! 👏 🥳 for the new thread dear...

congrats on thread 2 annu!!!! im sooo happy that you have come so far..the journey really has been special! i knew from the very first part this ff was going to be a hit! just like i encouraged your to continue in the first thread, i will continue to read and comment and encourage u to continue further in the second thread!

reserved(congrats fro new thread diii)