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<br><br>thanks aarora...yes armaan does get carried away easily just like he did when he fell in love with Ridz. wait and see what his next 'love' will be?? The miscarriage will def force armaan to make some decisions...wait and see<br>
PART 23:
Armaan held Riddhima in his arms till her sobs started to die down.
"Mujhey bataaya kyon nahin? Bahut takleef huyi hogi na tumhey? Bahut dard hua hoga……kaash main tumhare saath hota," Armaan caressed her tearfully. He could count on his fingers the times in his life when he had shed a tear. More than the loss of the baby, he felt worse about not being with Riddhima when she needed him the most.
Riddhima just nodded gently and kept quiet.
"Riddhima…..kya tumhey lagta hai main itna khudgarz hoon ki mera exam mere liye tumse bhi zyaada maayne rakhta hai?" he brushed his face against her hair.
"I am sorry Armaan….galti meri hai….mujhey pehle bataana chaaiye tha tumhey…..kai dino se mujhey bleeding ho rahi thi, par mujhey laga theek ho jaayegi….mujhsey bahut badhi galti ho gayi…..hamare bacche ko main….main," she started sobbing as she felt guilty about her carelessness.
"Koi baat nahin Riddhima……tum theek ho, mujhey aur kuch nahin chaahiye…..warna tumhey kuch ho jaata na, tab main tumsey sach much naaraz ho jaata," he tried to smile through his tears and wiped hers with his finger.
"Armaan….I really missed you," she hugged him again
"Riddhima……ek baat boloon? Waise medical point of view se dekha jaaye tho 1 st trimester miscarriages are nature's way of dealing with the problem…..more than half of first trimester miscarriages are due to a problem in the baby….so don't feel guilty," he kissed her forehead and reassured her.
"Par Armaan….yeh hamara baccha tha! Koi medical statistic nahin!" Riddhima scorned him tearfully.
Armaan knew she was right; he felt equally guilty about the loss- may be if he had not insisted on her working with him, she would still be content as a school teacher and would not have stressed her body as much as she did after becoming his "assistant"
May be, if he had put his foot down and not let her strain her body after the fire, things would be different…..in retrospect things are always 20/20. But one thing was clear to him about his future now…..he was not going to stay in Ramgarh anymore…..if they were in Mumbai, Riddhima might have gotten better medical care and not lost the baby…..THEY WERE GOING TO MOVE TO MUMBAI……he would call Dilip Modi ASAP!
Lovely knocked on their door, "Dr Malik….aapke patients wait kar rahe hain"
Armaan answered the door, "Maasi….please aaj ki saari appointments cancel kar dee jiye….call me if there is an emergency only…..aaj main Riddhima ko akele nahin chhod sakta," he looked at his frail wife, who was barely standing with the support of the window ledge.
Armaan stayed with Riddhima all day; he made sure she rested and ate properly. Padma also joined them a little later and was relieved to see Riddhima acting more or less normal after Armaan's arrival.
"Achha hua bete tum wapas aa gaye…..warna Riddhima na tho kisi se bol rahi thi aur na hi kuch khaa rahi thi…..Riddhima bahut bhaagyashaali hai, usey tumhare jaisa pati mila," Padma blessed her son-in-law
"Maa…mujhey aapse kuch kehna hai."
Riddhima was in the bathroom, and could not hear their conversation.
"Haan, bolo beta," Padma said
"Maa….meri ab training khatam ho gayi hai…..main chahta hoon ki main ab wapas Mumbai chala jaaoon…aur Riddhima ko bhi saath le jaaoon."
Padma's worst fear was coming true; she always feared that one day Armaan would want to go back to Mumbai, but she had no idea it would happen that soon.
"L..Lekin beta abhi Riddhima is halat mein nahin hai ki wo kahin aa jaa sake….aur Mumbai jaana itna aasan nahin hai," Padma looked worried.
"Jaanta hoon maa….problem yeh hai ki mujhey 2 hafte mein hi join karna hoga….aur ho sakta hai tab tak Riddhima travel karne ke laayak na ho….aur waise bhi wahan uski dekh baal kaun karega? Yahan tho aap sab log hain," Armaan agreed.
"Beta tumney agar faisla kar hi liya hai, tho main kya keh sakti hoon," Padma sounded disappointed
"Maa….kaun sa faisla?" Riddhima asked as she came back to the room
Padma and Armaan just looked at each other and kept silent.
"Riddhima….main soch raha hoon ki hum log Mumbai shift kar lein….main aage apni training karna chahta hoon….aur aur," he hesitated to say anything else.
Riddhima's eyes welled up, "lekin achanak? Armaan…..yeh faisla kab liya? Tum tho kehte the ki yahin kaam karoge." His comments came as a rude shock. She was not ready for this yet.
"Riddhima, please don't take this to heart. Chalo ab aaraam kar lo tum," Armaan held her arms and led her to the bedroom. She remained silent; still shell shocked by Armaan's one sided decision.
Armaan helped her back to her bed, "Riddhima… hum hamesha ke liye nahin jaa rahe….kuch saalon baad wapas aa jaayenge…… maine yeh faisla abhi issi waqt liya hai…..main nahin chahta ki hamare saath phir se aisa haadsa ho…..ho sakta hai agar hum Mumbai mein hote tho shayad tumhara miscarriage nahin hota….aaj kal gynecologists ke paas naye tareeke hain first trimester miscarriage rokne ke ."
"Lekin Armaan tum tho keh rahe the ki yeh nature ka faisla hota hai….phir….why do we have to go to Mumbai?" Riddhima asked
Armaan did not have an answer. He knew deep down, that he had been toying with the idea of moving back to Mumbai over the last few weeks; the miscarriage was probably the last straw and had tipped the scales for him in favor of moving. Was he using Riddhima's miscarriage as an excuse for them to move, when deep down he wanted to do that anyways?
Sometimes, we make decisions for others saying that we are doing it for them, but in reality it is our own desire.
Riddhima had a lump in her throat, "Armaan…jab tumney faisla kar hi liya hai tho meri rai kyon le rahe ho?" Riddhima knew that she had no right to argue with him anymore; her carelessness had cost them their baby, and Armaan was probably right-may be if they had access to better care, she would still be pregnant today!
"Beta…lekin Riddhima ko kam se kam 4-6 hafte aaram ki zaroorat hai…wo kaise jaayegi abhi?" Padma asked.
"Riddhima…..tum yahin maa ke saath ek mahina reh lo….in the mean time, I will find a place and settle down before you come……it will take some time for me to get my bearings there. After all, I have been away from Mumbai for the past year," Armaan added.
Riddhima was unable to say anything else. She just closed her eyes and lay down on her pillow.
"Mujhey lagta hai, aisa hi karna chahiye…Armaan beta tum pehle akele hi chale jao….Riddhima ki dekh baal main kar loongi," Padma got up and left.
"Theek hai maa…aap Riddhima ko apne ghar hi rakhiyega……aur usey sirf rest karne dee jiye ga….no clinic or house work….main chahta hoon wo Mumbai aane se pehle bilkul achhi health mein ho," Armaan replied as he saw Padma off.
Armaan knelt down beside Riddhima, stroking her forehead, "Riddhima….trust me…this is the best decision for us."
Riddhima opened her tearful eyes and looked at him, "Armaan…mujhey Mumbai jaane mein koi problem nahin hai, par itne din tumhare bina….main bhi chaloongi tumhare saath."
Armaan kissed her hand, "Nahin Riddhima! Is baare mein zidd mat karo…..I want you to be well before you come to Mumbai….I will be too busy to take care of you….you need to stay here…..main tumhari ek nahin sunoonga…..samjhi?"
Riddhima knew she would lose this argument with him too; she just wiped her tears and nodded in the affirmative.
So, within two weeks Armaan left Ramgarh. Dr Misra was disappointed; all his dreams of retiring and playing with a little grand baby were dashed- he had to continue slogging like he did before. His health had deteriorated over the last few months and he was barely able to keep up with his patient load. Armaan's sudden decision came as a hard blow for him, but he was not entirely surprised- he kind of expected that someday Armaan would pack his bags and go back, just like so many other young doctors had done in the past. He was hoping Armaan would be an exception, especially after marrying his niece, but he was sadly mistaken once again…….
Riddhima moved in with Padma and as per Armaan's instructions stayed home most of the time.
Padma saw the change in Riddhima- she had become very quiet and forgetful these days, she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts most of the time. She missed her chirpy, talkative daughter who could remember the minutest of details about her mother, her uncle, her home….who could multi-task and be so efficient that things were done, before one could even ask her to do anything.
Padma knew that Riddhima really missed Armaan, "kaash, Armaan kuch din aur theher jaata….saath saath chale jaate tho mujhey bhi tassalli rehti….Riddhima ne apna kya haal banaa liya hai?" Her mom lamented.
"Laa…main tere baal banaa doon….kitne din ho gaye hain maine tere baalon mein tel bhi nahin lagaya," Padma sat her down one day, trying to cheer her, reminding her of her old days.
Riddhima obediently sat down, but just answered Padma's questions in monosyllables.
"Armaan ka phone aaya kya?" Padma tried to make a conversation
"haan,,,aaya tha…keh raha tha bahut busy hai…..zyaada baat nahin ho paayi," Riddhima answered sadly.
MUMBAI:
Armaan had managed to rent a one bedroom flat near the Surgery Center. He was immersed in work from day 1. He loved what he was doing and kept reminding himself, that this was the best decision he had ever taken. He was learning a lot of new techniques and skills. He was of course working like a dog….but the harder he worked, the more energized he felt.
He missed Riddhima a lot, but his days were so packed that he could barely talk to her on the phone even.
One day, Dilip Modi summoned Armaan, "Armaan…I want you to take care of this case….this is a special request from a celebrity…wo chahti hain ki unki Rhinoplasty (nose job) tum hi karo."
Armaan checked the file: ANJALI RAI!
"Lekin sir….main tho abhi training mein hi hoon….itni badhi filmstar ka treatment main kaise kar sakta hoon?" Armaan protested.
"Well, I can't help it….she has full confidence in you…..tum aaj unke ghar jaakar unka medical check up kar lo…it's just a formality before the surgery….she does not have time to come here….so she has asked you to go to her house," Dilip ordered.
Armaan was stunned. He was not prepared for this…..he knew Anjali would play some tricks……but not that soon!
PART 24:
Armaan received a call from Anjali's chauffeur, "Dr Sahib….main aapko theek 7 baje pick kar loonga…aap clinic par hi honge?"
"Haan yahin rahunga main…" Armaan answered curtly
Anjali made sure Armaan would not have a reason to say "no" to her proposal!
Armaan was driven to Anjali's bungalow in her limo.
He was greeted by the doorman and gestured to take a seat in the luxurious living room.
Someone came and offered him some drinks, but he refused. He wanted to get done with this "pre-operative exam" as soon as possible.
A maid came and informed him, "madam swimming pool par hain…wo aapko wahin milengi Dr sahib."
Armaan took a deep breath and followed the maid.
Anjali was lounging on the poolside in one of her skimpiest of bikinis.
Armaan averted his gaze and looked away, "excuse me Anjali ji…main Dr Malik."
Anjali turned around and got up, "Oh Dr sahib? Bahut der kar di….main kabse aapka intezaar kar rahi thi…kya peeyenge aap? Vodka? Gin? Beer? Scotch? Sab kuch hai yahan."
"No thanks…main duty par hard liquor nahin peeta," Armaan replied curtly, still looking at the plants at the poolside instead of her.
"Dr sahib! Bahut shareef hain aap….khair…soft pasand karenge tho mere paas soft bhi hai!" she said suggestively and came and stood in front of him.
"Can we get down to business ma'am?" Armaan asked
"Why not? Kahan par examine karenge aap? Yahan? Ya bedroom mein chalein?"
Armaan clenched his jaw and tightened his fist in anger, "nahin yahin theek hai…it is just a formality…aap tho kaafi healthy lagti hain…I doubt you would be an operative risk"
"Jaise aapki marzi…," Anjali lay down on the lounge chair with her legs folded and arms under her head.
Armaan pulled a chair and clinically went through his exam as fast as he could. Anjali, of course, moaned and groaned every time his fingers touched her skin, "aapke haath mein sach much jadoo hai…jahan bhi aapka haath lagta hai, jaise mera ang-ang khil uth ta hai."
Armaan ignored her comment and continued his exam.
"You are in good health Anjali ji….aap Friday ko 8 baje aa jaaiye ga….you are scheduled for a day surgery," Armaan noted something in her file and got up.
"Itni jaldi jaa rahe hain doctor? Aapko dinner date tho yaad nahin….kam se kam coffee tho peekar jaaiye…aap mera dil thod denge warna," Anjali came and stood behind him and ran her finger on his spine.
Armaan shuddered at her touch and moved away, "OK…just 1 cup of coffee…that's it…main aapka living room mein intezaar karta hoon," he walked towards the house without giving her a chance to respond.
Armaan sat in the living room and picked up a magazine. The magazine was a movie magazine and had articles on famous Bollywood stars. Armaan had not been in touch with movies and stars over the last 1-2 years, so he was intrigued to see who were the current favorites. It was obvious that Anjali was a superstar and was sought after by most big producers and directors.
Anjali walked in wearing a short sleeveless dress, barely covering the upper third of her thighs. Armaan did notice that she was indeed gorgeous and had a sexy pair of legs. He knew why she was considered so "hot" by all the magazines.
Anjali ordered 2 cups of coffee over the intercom and sat down on the sofa facing Armaan. She crossed and uncrossed her legs a la Sharon Stone in 'basic Instinct.'
Armaan shivered at what he just saw. He got up and quickly averted his gaze, "Anjali ji…I need to go….mujhey kuch kaam yaad aa gaya"
"Kaam yaad aa gaya ya apne aap se darr gaye?" Anjali challenged him.
"I don't know what you mean!" Armaan said angrily. He was angry at her and angry at himself for not being able to get that sight out of his mind….how could she do that???
"Dr Malik…..aap kya soch te hain, main aapke expressions nahin samajh sakti? Why don't you admit that you are aroused by me?" she came and stood next to him
"I am sorry Anjali ji….I have a professional relationship with you…..I have no other intentions….I am a happily married man and love my wife a lot….aap please koshish bhi mat kariye mere nazdeek aane ki.."
"Dr Malik…that is where you are mistaken! Anjali kabhie kisi ke nazdeek nahin jaati……log uske nazdeek aana chaahte hain…I respect you as a capable doctor….aap hi meri dosti aur respect ko galat samajh rahe hain….mera aisa koi iraada nahin hai," Anjali lied as she lit a cigarette, "cigarette?" she asked
"No…I don't smoke," Armaan answered angrily.
"Well, Dr Malik….aap apne dil ke andar jhaank kar dekhiye aur phir sochiye ki sach kya hai aur kya nahin….I am a friendly girl….bahut log meri dosti ko flirting samajh lete hain….I hope aap un logon mein se nahin hain," Anjali blew smoke rings in the air.
Armaan's heart told him that she was lying through her teeth…..what she did on the sofa was not a friendly gesture…..why was she interested in him?
Armaan finally said, "Good bye Anjali ji…see you in the OR…coffee phir kabhie pee loonga." He walked out.
Anjali had never been so humiliated by a man. The more Armaan ran away from her, the more she wanted him! Anjali was 25 years old and she knew that her days as a super star actress were numbered-may be a maximum of 5-7 years tops. She was used to a comfortable and glamorous life and wanted to continue living like this till she died. A plastic surgeon in Mumbai could mint a lot of money…she would never have to worry about her future if a Dr like Armaan could become hers…..she wanted him more than ever and she would do anything to get him!
Armaan sat in the limo, "Driver…please is address par chhod do mujhey"
Armaan made a call, "Muskaan! Please can I borrow your car tonight?"
Muskaan:" Car? Kyon kahin jaana hai? Raat ke 9 bajne waale hain…"
Armaan: "Muskaan…I need to go to Ramgarh tonight…car se main 4-5 ghante mein hi pahunch jaaoonga…train bahut time lagaati hai…."
Muskaan: "kyon sab theek hai na? Riddhima ki tabiyat kaisi hai? Abhi tho tumhey 2 hafte hi huye hain….tum tho keh rahe the 1 mahine baad jaaogey?"
Armaan: " PLEASE STOP ASKING TOO MANY QUESTIONS! I need to go to Ramgarh tonight and that's it…I NEED RIDDHIMA! Main uske bina nahin reh sakta Muskaan…I miss her terribly," he almost started crying on the phone.
Muskaan: "meri car tayyar hai….it's all yours Armaan" Muskaan knew that if Armaan had his mind set on leaving tonight, no one could deter him. She was in a way pleased, as she did not agree with Armaan leaving his wife in Ramgarh after the tragic incident.
Armaan took a deep breath, as this song plays in background:
"teri yaad" by Adnan Sami- a beautiful new song by him
here is the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKplo6-pc8I
Jab chandni barh kar
raaton pai chhaati hai) 2x
teri yaad aisay main
dil ko tarpati hai
Teri yaad aati hai.
(Qissay wo baharon kai
rangin nazaron kai) 2x
phir a ke sunati hai
aur hum ko rulati hai
Teri yaad aati hai.
Armaan picked Muskaan's car and drove like a maniac.
Itna to batao kya
yehi chaandni jaa kar
koi khuaab jagati
tum ko bhi satati hai
Teri yaad aati hai.
(Jab chandni barh kar
raaton pai chhaati hai) 2x
teri yaad aisay main
dil ko tarpati hai
Teri yaad aati hai.
He arrived Ramgarh around 3 am in the morning and headed for Padma's house.
(qissay wo baharon kai
rangin nazaron kai) 2x
phir a ke sunati hai
aur hum ko rulati hai
Teri yaad aati hai.
Kya baad-e-saba tum ko
jab chhu kar jaati hai
wo bitay dinon ki yaad
phir neend urdhati hai
Teri yaad aati hai.
"Kaun hai!" Padma answered the impatient knock on her door, "Armaan? Beta tum? Itni raat gaye? Sab theek hai na?"
(Jab chandni barh kar
raaton pai chhaati hai) 2x
teri yaad aisay main
dil ko tarpati hai
Teri yaad aati hai.
Jab yaad meri tumko
harwaqt rulaye to
har saans judayee ki
mushkil hojaye to
phir bhool ke sab baaten
mere paas lout aana
aur tordh ke sab natay
mere khuaab saja dena
phir lout ke mat jaana
"Nahin kuch bhi theek nahin hai maa….main Riddhima ko Mumbai le jaane aaya hoon…"
"Raat ke 3 baj rahe hain beta….jao oopar so jao uske saath…kal baat karte hain.." Padma said
(Jab chandni barh kar
raaton pai chhaati hai) 2x
teri yaad aisay main
dil ko tarpati hai
Teri yaad aati hai.
(qissay wo baharon kai
rangin nazaron kai) 2x
phir a ke sunati hai
aur hum ko rulati hai
Teri yaad aati hai.
Teri yaad aati hai.(3x)
dil ko tarpaati hai
Teri yaad aati hai.(3x)
"Nahin maa….main abhi wapas jaaoonga….kal ka intezaar nahin kar sakta main." Armaan insisted
"Theek hai beta….jao us se baat kar lo….ho sakta hai tumhey dekh kar kuch baatein kar le…jab se tum gaye ho….bilkul chup rehti hai."
Armaan ran upstairs and barged into her room
Riddhima stirred from the noise and turned her bedside lamp on, "kaun?"
Armaan walked inside and shut the door behind.
Riddhima had a big smile on her face, "Armaan tum?" she got out of bed, "lekin itni raat ko? Sab theek hai na?" her expression changed to that of a worried wife.
"Riddhima….main tumhey Mumbai le jaane aaya hoon….please chalo mere saath."
Riddhima's face lit up, "Mumbai? Zaroor….chalo kal subah chalenge."
"Subah nahin…abhi chalo mere saath!" Armaan insisted, "Riddhima…I miss you a lot…..main tumhare bina pagal ho jaaoonga wahan….I need you Riddhima…please na mat kehna."
Riddhima could not hold her tears and hugged him tightly, "tho kyon chhod gaye the mujhey akela? Main tho pehle bhi tumhare saath hi jaana chahti thi…..kyon chhod gaye the mujhey? Jaante ho kitni tadapi hoon main tumhare bina?" she crushed his shirt with her fingers and soaked his shirt with her tears.
Armaan hugged her tightly and showered her with a million kisses, "it is my fault Riddhima….mujhey ab ehsaas hua hai ki tumhare bina main kitna adhoora hoon…..I can't live without you jaan!"
Armaan pulled out her suitcase and packed her clothes and belongings. Riddhima changed up and was ready to go with her husband to their own nest, to start their new life…..their new life in a new city……
Padma heard the noises from upstairs and gathered Armaan must have convinced Riddhima to leave tonight itself.
Armaan and Riddhima saw Padma standing at the bottom of the stairs. They touched her feet as she gave her blessings to both of them, "jao beta….khush raho tum dono….aaj Riddhima ki sach much bidaai ho rahi hai ghar se……bhagwan tum dono ki raksha kare aur hamesha khush rakhe," she said tearfully.
Riddhima hugged her mom and sobbed loudly, "Maa…..main jaldi aapse milne aaoongi."
"Beti…..ab tu apne pati ke ghar jaa rahi hai…..wo hi tera ghar hai…..sadaa suhagan raho" she blessed them again as Armaan held Riddhima's hand to the car.
…to be continued….
Originally posted by: ahenseven
hey thanks a lot for writing an ar version of your ff ehsaas.........its really nice to have something new to read after how horribly boring dmg has become........i have stopped watching it only........very sorry could not comment earlier......the ff is great but it seems like something major is going to happen between them.......will eagerly be waiting for your update.........hope you had a great diwali..........take care love neha
P.S- also please dont forget about your other ff pehchan
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