Breathless ~1~...*Note - Page 143* - Page 50

Originally posted by: ...Aphrodite...

@ GoldenPanda - Awww I'm really happy you love my FF...oh my goodness that feels weird to say. I honestly thought the only person that would love my FF would be me! haha! I've tried really hard to make the characters as relate-able as possible....eg. feelings thoughts dialogue....so it's such a relief when someone appreciates that! I'm so glad that it's my FF that caught your interest....it's not a literary masterpiece..and there's not much of a plot in comparison to all the other exciting plots out there but everyone still shows me the love! amazing! Thank you! You make a newbie feel good! lol
Stress acne truly sucks! arghh! lol

Originally posted by: ...Aphrodite...

@ Sameera - Hello fellow Twilightian...haha I'm kidding....how's it going sweet stuff? Thank you so much! Are you kidding me? That story freaked the crap out of me but hey you must be one of those hardcore horror people *shudders*...I'm a complete girl! Yup Armaan can't seem to keep it in and zip it up! Yup the dear beat the lioness...woot woot! Screw them! I need some marshmallows dude!!! Oh my god! i didn't think of that! lol hunger and AR just don't mix apparently! haha! funny...i know girl...we need to chat! I'll scrapbook you tomorrow....it's 4.54am on a sat night/sun morning and I'm actually sipping on a bottle of water to prevent a hangover tomorrow morning...arghhhhh thanks for your lovely comment sweetums!!!...ps going to see new moon tomorrow...whose a g?? oh yes it's me!

@ Shilpa - Updating now honey buns!

Chapter 8: Silicone and Sorry's

*Beep beep beep *

Shit! Atleast set your god damn phone on silent dumbass. Armaan scanned the golden-bathed crowd as they all roared from laughter, a good 5 minutes after Atul's cheeky retort to Anjali. No one had even registered the sound of the text message so he, with 007 'James Bond' secrecy, slowly slid his iphone from his back pocket and checked the expected message:

*1 New Text Message from Silicone Slut *

Sent 22.03

Ammy baby... I'm getting hot just thinking about you. I've worn that thing you like so when are you coming over to take it off?

Armaan rolled his eyes and smirked.....Why do girls need to be horny and drunk to be witty? His mind's eye flashed back to the candlelight dinner at the Italian restaurant he'd taken her out on....which alongside a hella expensive Risotto served the sole purpose of getting laid by the chick who had about as much wittiness as a dried up prune. Though, he was very close to giving up on the fruits of his labour after her very graphic description of her new breast implants. Sure they look sexy on the outside but god knows what kind of shit is behind those twins....

Shuddering at the thought, he fought with his head to think of something else or someone else...no f**king way dude...if she catches you ogling her one more time she'll think you're a pervert for sure. Well more of a pervert. Once again he felt the heat of her gaze before he saw it and he slowly lifted his stormy eyes to meet hers. Riddhima's shiny dark chocolate hair was tousled to one side and she was smiling with her legs curled underneath her. Dude you are...hopeless! He lowered his eyes back down to his phone awkwardly and texted with the speed of light:

Be there in 5 baby....

Looking for an escape, he was drawn to the dying fire which was in need of some more wood. How long does it take to get wood? An hour? I can manage that... Armaan stood up hastily but was reprimanded by Abhi's hand who seemed to have firewood ready and waiting behind him. Shit. This guy's too well prepared for his own damn good.

Working on the spur of the moment Armaan shot up apprehensively, grabbing the attention of the circle. Say something. Say something....anything.....

"Okay guys before we carry on..." Think. Think.

"Who's hungry?'

Greeted by an array of blank faces followed by shaking heads, Armaan sighed and rolled his eyes. Come on guys....work with me here!

With a deep exhale he answered back with:

"Alright then'.well it's like 10 o'clock and we haven't had dinner. I'll stop by the Chinese and get us something."

"Okay"

"Sure"

"Cool"

There we go. With a thumbs up and a grin he turned around and breathed a sigh of relief as he wal-

"Ermm'..mein bhi aati hoon Armaan"

Don't do this to me Riddhima. He squeezed his eyes shut in response to her hopeful voice and his breath caught involuntarily. Turning around faster than he would've liked to, he looked across the fire to her kneeling figure. Her almond shaped eyes big and bright in anticipation.

"Kyun?"

That was the question he should've been asking himself considering that having the choice between a few hours of 'no strings attached' wild, passionate sex and grabbing a takeaway from the local Chinese with the new girl.....he was most definitely attracted to the second choice....to the girl and the idea of spending more time with her. What's the furthest Chinese place from here? New York?

"Bas....I've not seen much of Goa...plus I'll chip in for the meal"

She was fidgeting again and her response was barely audible. He was pretty sure that to everyone else heard her words in the form of an indistinct mumble, but for reasons unknown to him he was hypersensitive to everything about her. From her words all the way to her breathing. He noticed everything. And it freaks the crap out of me. He was slightly offended by her 'I'll chip in' comment....did she not think that he could afford a meal for everyone? Or was that an excuse?Realising he didn't have the strength to question her motives he reluctantly answered:

"I've got this one....you can come next time."

Barely registering her rejected expression he swiftly turned around and practically sprinted to his car. But he didn't barely register it, he had fully engraved her hurt expression in to his psyche and it took all of his will not to turn the hell back around and grab that bloody takeaway with the girl that hasn't given him any rest since she's arrived. Because as much as he didn't want to admit it, tonight wasn't just about sex. It was about the peace of mind, knowing that for the next few hours he sure as hell wouldn't be thinking about anything else except for what he was doing and feeling. But for now he was fighting his heart, body and mind not to sit back down and spend the rest of the night with her. Instead he rushed into his car and slammed down on his accelerator, running away from the one person he wanted to run to the most.

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Okay so maybe the twins don't look so hot in high definition, close up view. Armaan awkwardly hovered over the girl that was pinned in between himself and the bed. He cringed at the 15^th scar he'd come across on her breasts which distracted him from working the 'Armaan Magic', but nonetheless was effective considering Ms Silicone Slut had been very vocal about her pleasure through the medium of moans. Which normally turned him on but right now it was all he could do not to smother her mouth with a pillow just to get her to shut up. He flashed back to the sound he did want to hear, the sweet sound of Riddhima's giggle as she sat comfortably around the fire. Or the sound of her playful voice when she came back with her witty retorts. Or when she- f**k! This isn't working.

He moved up to her face and cringed at how caked it was with make up. Usually he couldn't care less how much make up a girl was wearing while he was sleeping with her but tonight her heavily glittered eyes were staring back up at him lustfully through a set of dramatic fake eyelashes. They were a flat shade of green, obviously with the aid of coloured contact lenses. They lacked all the intensity and heat that Riddhima's eyes emanated. They lacked the multi dimensional hues of emerald green that Riddhima's eyes sparkle and it pissed him off that she had even tried to match that. Because she isn't even close. Flashing back to the way Riddhima had gazed at him through his rear view mirror all the way to her vicious glare at breakfast....she was stun- SHIT.

He squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and in attempt to rid himself of his thoughts. But her heady perfume was giving him a migraine in comparison to Riddhima's subtle sweet scent. The touch of her skin was coarse in comparison to Riddhima's supple hand when they met face to face for the very first time. I seriously have to be going craz-

*SLAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*

WHAT THE f**k?! Armaan's heart crashed against his ribcage at the unexpected noise and he shot his head round to where the noise had originated. Squinting out in to the darkness, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as the animalistic instinct of decking the intruder possessed him. Before he had the chance to spring off of the rigid frame of the girl underneath him, he heard a high pitched shriek pierce his ear. With a low growl he stomped over to the light switch, making no attempt to console the terrified naked girl on his bed....who was still screaming her lungs out like a banshee.

"WHAT THE f**k?!"

Suddenly the room was illuminated and if his heart had jumped when he heard the slam, his heart was positively cracking his ribs in an attempt to jump out now. This has to be some kind of sick hallucination.. silicone slut better not have spiked my drink. But it was real, Riddhima was standing in his doorway with her eyes squeezed shut and her chest heaving from her panicked breaths. Drowning out the screaming in his ear, he walked over to girl he'd been thinking about all night and now she was in front of him in flesh and blood.....and she was absolutely terrified.

Staring intensely at her, he waited for her to register where she was and with a few blinks her eyes fluttered open.

"Armaan?!" A shrill voice originated from behind him.

Ahh man... Having completely forgotten about the pink pantied brunette bimbo behind him, he turned around and exhaled deeply. I'm in deep shit now....

But before he could justify himself, or calm his heart down, or ask Riddhima if she was okay he heard a sharp slam from the door behind him. Deep deep shit.

He hastily grabbed his navy tshirt off of the floor and threw the hot pink bra lying next to it over to the confused girl who seemed to have given up trying to hide her twin tragedies and instead was scratching her head with a blank face.

"Get dressed." His voice was stern.

"Is she your girlfriend Ammy?!" She questioned with an annoying high pitched tone.

"No."

"Then let's just carry on where we left off then baby. I'll take the lead this time.." She suggest playfully with a wink.

Armaan rolled his eyes and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him and finding himself in excruciating blackness. Fumbling for the light switch for the hall beside him, he illuminated the long corridor to find her halfway, awkwardly holding out her phone for light. Once realization had hit her she spun around, and squinted.

"Why didn't you just turn on the light?" He said softly while he scanned her up and down, appreciating the view of her flowy little black dress no doubt.

"Err...I didn't know where the switches were." She managed to say with as much attitude as possible but failing to conceal the embarrassment in her voice.

"Are you okay?" Genuine concern laced his voice as he saw how shaken up she looked.

"Apart from my burning eyes, palpitating heart and recovery after a near anxiety attack after being positive that I was going to have my throat slashed open and my organs ripped out of me by a red eyed little girl whose been stalking me through a keyhole only to find some jackass getting off with his girlfriend while he was supposed to be getting everyone dinner....I'm pretty frikkin fantastic." She finished breathlessly.

What....the.....f**k? Armaan stared at her blankly before realising that Abhi must have retold the story about the hotel room with the keyhole girl. Thanks dude....real cool. He ran through his head the number of ways he could console her, or justify himself, or let her know that by no means was the girl sitting in his bedroom in anyway shape or form his girlfriend. He opened his mouth, paused and then closed it.

"Err....sorry?" He surrendered uncomfortably with a shrug.

Riddhima narrowed her glare and gritted her teeth, with a loud 'UGH!', she spun around and power walked to the end of the corridor.

"Oh shit Riddhima...wait wait wait....where you going?" Armaan jogged behind her desperately while pulling on his navy blue tshirt, eventually catching up to her, he shot out his hand to grab her wrist. Holy crap is she fast for a girl....

Riddhima's breath caught at his firm grip before she spun around viciously, swinging her dark, straight hair until it reframed her face. Refusing to look him in the eye she spat:

"I'd really appreciate it if you washed your hands with antibacterial soap before you touched me. I don't want to catch a sexually transmitted disease thanks."

Ooohhh f**k....Armaan winced at her harsh comeback as she yanked her wrist away from his grip. Before he had the time to recover from her retaliation she was already halfway down the hallway, her hips speedily swinging from side to side. With a deep sigh he closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair and resumed his jogging.

"Riddhima man....don't be like that" He panted, finally reaching her again.

"Armaan man....your fly's undone" She turned around and said with candy coated venom as her hand rested on her hip.

Armaans head shot down to his unzipped fly and he muttered 'shit' under his breath. Swiftly spinning around he pulled his zip up and span back around to face Riddhima who was staring at him with one eyebrow up.

"Okay look I'm really really sorry. I just...I-....I mean....and then...." Armaan stuttered and stumbled through his words. This was a rare occurrence for him; Armaan Malik was infamous for his smooth way with words.

Riddhima's hands slid from her waist and crossed her arms right under her- are you kidding me Malik? He raised his eyes slowly to find her glaring at him like a disappointed teacher; this is so messed up dude.

"Erm you just...you-....you mean that you lied to everyone. You know you could have just told everyone you wanted to spend some time with your girlfriend alone'.no one would've minded I'm sure." She said almost softly....almost.

"She's NOT my girlfriend." He stated with conviction.

"Then you just...and she just.....and you both....together? Just like that?!" Riddhima questioned, horrified by the thought.

"Yes."Armaan replied....understanding every word and realizing how awful it sounded. That's pretty f**ked up to a normal girl....but to a girl that hasn't even been kissed yet? I look like a frikkin sex maniac!

"O-kay then...well you carry on and have fun." She said sarcastically before she turned around and jogged down the ivory stair case.

"Wait! What are you doing here anyway?!" Armaan called out to her as he followed her down.

" I forgot my purse." She stated in a matter-of fact tone without turning around as she carried on jogging down the stairs.

"Who's with you? Where are you going?" He was desperate for answers and her ignorance was grating on his ego. He was anxious to just hold her down to one place but it was evident that she was dying to run away from him.

"I'm alone and I'm going to grab a takeaway for the gang. I'm sure the traffic's died down by now'.right Armaan?" Riddhima reached the end of the staircase and glowered up at him while he frantically tried to catch up with her.

"What?! You're alone?! Why are you alone?....Were you okay coming back from the beach?" Guilt and worry spread through him as he watched her turn towards the exit doors. There was no way he was letting her get back in that car this late at night by herself. The route to the takeaway had practically no streetlights to guide her way.

"I made it here in one piece didn't I?"

"Wait! I'll come with you...."

"No offence....but I'd rather not be around you right now."

Her words were honest and soft and sounded like her. Not anything like her sarcastic comebacks or her patronizing tone of voice'.she sounded like Riddhima. She not only bruised his macho ego but also hit him somewhere deeper, he winced as his stomach drop from her rejection. Did she feel anything close to this when I rejected her at the beach? He doubted it, she probably didn't even care but he was definitely feeling the exact opposite. So he dealt with it the only way he knew how'..pushiness.

"I don't think you get a choice Riddhima."

"Oh please'.don't give me the macho act. I'm damn capable of driving to the local takeaway thank you. Apparently more capable than you are from what I've seen in the last 5 minutes."

Shit! She saw right through him....If he wasn't the receiving end in this situation right now he would rate her for her intuitiveness. But because he was on the receiving end he would have to carry on persisting with this the way he was used to.

"Capable or not....I'm still coming."

"Ammmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy??????!!!!!!!!!"

Holy mother of jesus you HAVE to be kidding me'. Armaan looked up the staircase to find Ms. Silicone Slut clad in nothing but his smart white shirt, unbuttoned all the way down. He exhaled and fisted his hair in frustration.

"WHAT?!" He yelled back at her.

"Let's finish off babyyy....I'm still horny." She whined.

Armaan cringed and look back to Riddhima who was staring back at her open mouthed.

"Seems like you've forgotten something Ammy." Riddhima smiled back at him sarcastically while he gritted his teeth as she mocked him with his repulsive nickname.

"Oh and Ammy's girlfriend? You have an AMAZING body. Seriously." She called out sweetly, looking up to the top of the staircase.

Armaan clenched his fist and felt himself glow red as she referred to the chick as his girlfriend in front of him. Her sweetness infuriated him, how the hell could she be so nice to a stranger and be so cold towards him.

"I know right?!" The girl called down to Riddhima arrogantly.

Armaan was two more words away from decking the girl. Screw the 'never hit a girl' rule. A part of him hated the two girls interacting....Ms Silicone Slut was not worth Riddhima's time.

Riddhima smiled back and walked out of the door without looking twice back to Armaan who craved some form of acknowledgement from her. He stood at the bottom of the staircase feeling defeated. Should I follow her?

"Ammmyyy.....how much do you think her boobs cost her?"

Oh for f**k's sake.... He glared at her and trudged up the stairs one by one trying to contemplate how he was going to make it until she got dressed and he dropped her home. He had to get rid of her and make it to the beach as soon as possible but hopefully he won't have to make a detour to some forest to dispose off a certain silicone implanted body.

Hopefully.