SHALL WE DANCE (AR version) pt 13-end pg 24 1/14 - Page 16

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RECAP OF STORY SO FAR:

Armaan Malik, Vice captain of the Indian cricket team, an arrogant, self-absorbed Casanova is stumped one day when Rhea, an eight year old adorable girl lands at his doorstep with her sharp tongued dance teacher, Riddhima Gupta. Riddhima Gupta, an independent minded woman, who loathes men like Armaan takes him by surprise.

Riddhima Gupta is a self proclaimed man hater. Very few men have impressed her in her life. Armaan's reputation and the fact that Armaan dumped Nikita when she was pregnant with his child made her dislike men even more.



Riddhima accuses Armaan of being Rhea's dad from his once upon a time girlfriend, Nikita, who had helped him advance in his cricketing career nine years ago. Nikita, now a cancer victim is in Mumbai for treatment and needs someone to take care of her daughter while she is away. Riddhima's personal problems prevent her from taking care of Rhea, and so Armaan is thrust with Rhea's responsibility for the next two weeks. Riddhima threatens to expose Armaan's lie and deception in front of the world if he declined to take Rhea's responsibility. Muskaan, his agent cum personal assistant is thrust the impossible job of proving his paternity and finding Riddhima and Nikita's real motive behind Rhea's sudden appearance.


To everyone's surprise, Armaan undergoes a drastic change after Rhea and Riddhima's enter his life. His first victim is his current girlfriend, Rosie, who he unceremoniously dumps like many women he had in the past. Soon, Armaan finds himself a victim to Riddhima's feminine charm and Rhea's innocence.



Riddhima, Rhea's dance teacher mesmerizes Armaan to such an extent that soon he finds himself not only dancing to Rhea's but Riddhima's tunes too. A charming and adorable Rhea dances her way into his heart, and a once reluctant man, accepts Rhea as his daughter. They even strike a mutual bond because of their underlying dyslexia. Soon, reading classes for Rhea are bartered with dance classes for Armaan.


Completely smitten by Riddhima's fiery temper, her sensuous dance moves and her electrifying personality, Armaan falls head over heels in love with her. He even joins Riddhima's dance class when her dance partner, Sid is injured in a motorcycle accident. The reputation of the dance studio and Riddhima's teaching skills depend on an impending dance competition. Armaan and Riddhima, although loggerheads at most times, when on the dance floor, realize a magnetic attraction between themselves. Armaan soon becomes Riddhima's dance partner for the competition. Their chemistry on the dance floor is unmistakable and despite all her resistance, Riddhima starts to fall for his earnestness and charm. One day in the heat of passion, they even confess their feelings for each other. The change in Armaan is so dramatic that he forgets his drinking, partying, womanizing ways and realizes that she is the woman he would want to marry one day.


Rhea manages to strike a warm relationship with Armaan's cricket teammates, especially his arch rival, Atul Gavarkar, the Captain of the team. Armaan's image in the team changes from that of an arrogant, egoistic batting star to a more humble and friendly team mate thanks to Rhea.


Riddhima, even though has confessed her love for Armaan, continues stay torn between her feelings and her duty towards Nikita. Her dysfunctional family where she is the sole bread winner makes it harder for her to accept Armaan whole heartedly. Her responsibilities include taking care of her older brother, a good for nothing PhD student, her younger twin brother and sister still in high school, her disabled dad and stay at home mom. Her uncle- chacha- is willing to shoulder her financial burden but at a cost. His intentions towards his nieces have always been dishonorable and Riddhima could do anything to throw him out of their lives. To add to her misery, Anjali, the owner of the dance studio treats her shabbily and is using Armaan's name and status for the benefit of her own business. One of the student's, Naina even blackmails Armaan and Riddhima in exchange for their passionate photographs from the studio. To save Riddhima's honor, Armaan gets rid of Naina by paying her Rs 1 Crore in exchange for the photographs. Riddhima is once again torn between her feelings and her duty. Armaan perceives Riddhima's dilemma and her domestic burdens but a self respecting Riddhima declines any form of financial help from him.


In the meantime, even though Armaan has accepted Rhea as his daughter, declining any need for DNA testing to prove his paternity, Rhea sorely misses her mom, who is now in Singapore for a last ditch attempt at saving her life from the cancer. Her mom promises Rhea that she would be present at the dance competition to cheer her daughter.


The night of the dance competition arrives where an ensemble of all our main characters is present. Armaan is introduced to a movie producer by Anjali. His name is Abhimanyu Modi and is always on the scout for new talent. Armaan's teammates, the press and well wishers have all gathered at the Taj banquet hall for the grand competition. To improve Armaan's sagging public opinion, it is decided that the benefits from this show would be donated to build a dance studio for the underprivileged.


Armaan's mom, Smita has flown in from Punjab for this big occasion where he promised to introduce her to her future daughter-in-law. Armaan presents a gift wrapped to Riddhima in the changing room and asks her to open it after the competition. Riddhima is unaware that the package has a wedding 'shagun' for her. Armaan and Riddhima exchange a warm and passionate encounter in the changing room before they are interrupted by a voice outside the room. Vaguely familiar with the voice, Armaan leaves Riddhima alone and promises to perform his best at the dance.



……..Let's see what happens at this juncture….



PART 13

"Hmm….wo awaaz kiski thi?" Armaan scratched his head, "How I wish I had fewer women in my life….ab tho sabki awaaz bhi nahin pehchaan paata."

"Hey Armaan……where were you?" Muskaan greeted him back to the main hall, "some of the press wants to hear from you."

Armaan sighed and faked a smile, "Muskaan….do I really need to meet them?"

"Armaan! Remember all the proceeds from tonight's show will be donated to build a studio for the underprivileged? This would be the best thing you could accomplish from this show."

"Naa!" Armaan grinned, "there is something bigger I'll gain from this show."

"Bigger?" Muskaan asked, narrowing her eyes quizzically.

"Let it be a surprise," he walked towards the press with a slanting smile. Muskaan had been his confidant on most issues, but his little secret- his marriage proposal to Riddhima- would soon be revealed to the rest of the world in a grandiose way. He decided to tip the press about 'a big news to be announced after the competition' while he gave his interview.


BACK IN THE CHANGING ROOM:

Riddhima touched her lipstick where it had smudged after she had kissed Armaan. Armaan's gift stared at her in the mirror. Something about the gift wrapped box screamed at her to OPEN IT NOW. Armaan's words rang in her ears, "open the package after the competition….there is a surprise inside for you."


"Aakhir is packet mein kya ho sakta hai?" She walked over and caressed the box. Her heart raced as she traced the shimmering wrapping paper. Something inside urged her to untie the ribbon and look inside.


"Why does it feel that my destiny is wrapped in this box?" As she wondered and almost tugged at the ribbon, the door flung open and in walked a slim, long haired glamorous woman, dressed in white slacks and a glittery black sleeveless top. With an air of confidence, fingers and neck loaded with exquisite diamonds, one could tell she was extremely rich and successful.


"Hi Riddhima! You look gorgeous." The woman smiled, lit a cigarette and delicately balanced it between her thin lips.

"Ni….Nikita?" Riddhima fumbled with the ribbon on the gift box, "thanks…..I have to look my best……after all this is an important evening for all of us."

"I am glad you remember that," Nikita blew smoke rings in the air callously.

"I keep my promises…..remember I told you that?" Riddhima walked away from the gift towards the counter to pick her bag.


"I was just making sure…..kahin tumhara iraada badal na gaya ho."

"Kyun? Mera iraada kyun badlega?" Riddhima averted her gaze, her voice a bit shaky.


"Well…..it's no secret that Armaan is crazy about you……but what about you? Have you fallen for his charm too?" Nikita traced her finger on Riddhima's cheek.

"Nikita…..if you think I have…..then I've already proven myself as a capable actress…..Abhimanyu should just go ahead and sign me up for his next movie," Riddhima stared at Nikita's reflection in the mirror, again avoiding direct eye contact with her.


"Clever Riddhima! Are you trying to chicken out of the main act?" Nikita inhaled a big puff of her cigarette.

"NO…..I am not a coward……but…but," Riddhima hesitated, "is it necessary to humiliate Armaan in public? I mean….he has changed Nikita…..he has accepted his mistakes…..he realizes that he used you for his selfish gains….so can we leave it at that?"



"RIDDHIMA!" Nikita gave her a stern look, "that man deserves no sympathy! Looks like you're really developing feelings for him?"


"No Nikita," Riddhima lied, "I just feel all this tamasha is unnecessary…..I have an idea…..let me perform poorly in the competition…..so we would lose …..you know how much he hates to lose…..that would be a blow to his ego…..tumhara kaam bhi ho jaayega Nikita."


"RIDDHIMA YOU WEAKLING! I did not expect this from you! That b*****d has cast his charm on you too…..so you are like all those gullible women…..if you think he has really changed and is going to marry you one day, then you are sadly mistaken…..he can go to any extent to lure any woman!"


"Nikita…..I am not weak! I am just human…..and believe in forgiveness……believe me he has really changed."


"OK Riddhima! Is that your final decision? Abhimanyu can always cast Anjali in the main role for his new movie….after all Anjali has played her part really well…..Naina too…..she can be the supporting actress, the role written for Anjali……and you……you can go back to being a primary school dance teacher once again…..and stay all your life in the dump with your lecherous chacha and good for nothing family!"

Nikita's words came as a jolt of reality and horror for Riddhima. She recalled how a few weeks ago, she had answered Nikita's advertisement in the newspaper, to be a part of a 'real life reality show' and if selected, would be cast in the next movie produced by her husband, Abhimanyu Modi! Riddhima had always been an ambitious girl since childhood. Yes, she had always aspired to be a movie star one day. She had practiced her lines and dance moves in front of the mirror ever since she was a five year old girl. Her chacha was the only one who had spotted her one day in front of a mirror echoing- I WANT TO BE A STAR. Her histrionic and dance skills in front of the mirror had attracted him immensely and since that day, he had tried to molest her on several occasions.


As she grew older, her passion for acting and dancing grew stronger along with her abhorrence for her uncle. Her determination to succeed grew with each passing day and now that she was at the threshold of her childhood dreams, she was willing to give it all up for Armaan's sake? Riddhima knew she had lied to Nikita. She was not such a good actress as she claimed to be. Yes, she had fallen for Armaan just like he had for her, but was she being foolish in love? What if Nikita was right? Could Armaan be playing games with her just like they had all played with him?

With a sardonic smile, Nikita turned around after throwing her cigarette butt in the trash, "Ok Riddhima…..your job is done…..Anjali will take over from here on…..no need to participate in the dance either…..you can leave!"


"NIKITA!" Riddhima ran after her, "I'm ready…..we will perform the main act as we had planned…..I can't jeopardize my life and career for a man like Armaan."


"GOOD GIRL!" Nikita rolled her tongue, "remember…..you have to win the dance competition first…..let him feel good …..let him feel he is on top of the mountain….just like I felt when he trapped me in his love…..seduced me….and then dump him like he dumped me! I'll make sure Abhimanyu, Anjali, Naina, Sid, Rosie and Rhea play their parts as we have planned."


"Yes Nikita…..I'll perform like I have never performed before." Riddhima took a deep breath, shut her eyes and gave a parting glance at the gift box in the corner before exiting the room behind Nikita.

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(song from Johnny Gaddar)


dhoka....

chaandani chhu gayi, koi titali shola bani
kaun jite haare kaun, andhera ya roshani
hai jeher ya hai dawa, hai keher ya hai duwa
jaane kiske saath hoga dhoka
(ola ola ola ola kaisi gehri baat hai
ola ola ola ola raaj thaame raat hai) - 2

hey johny lets go ??, its me or you or you or me - 2
sab chhupe chehre yahaan, yeh nakaabon ka sheher
aana hai toh aayiye koi chehra odhkar
in ?? mein yahaan kisase hoga saamana
hai chhupe khanjar yahaan yaaron kehna hai mana
jaane kiske saath hoga dhoka
(ola ola ola ola kaisi gehri baat hai
ola ola ola ola raaj thaame raat hai) - 2

saath hum yeh jo chal pade, raah bhule kaafile?
kyun akela hai safar, humsafar hai faasale
kaun apana hai yahaan, kaun karata vaar hai
yaaron ka jo yaar hai, kya wahi gaddar hai
jaane kisake saath hoga dhoka
(ola ola ola ola kaisi gehri baat hai

…….to be contd….

PART 14:


RECAP: "GOOD GIRL!" Nikita rolled her tongue, "remember…..you have to win the dance competition first…..let him feel good …..let him feel he is on top of the mountain….just like I felt when he trapped me in his love…..seduced me….and then dump him like he dumped me! I'll make sure Abhimanyu, Anjali, Naina, Sid, Rosie and Rhea play their parts as we have planned."


"Yes Nikita…..I'll perform like I have never performed before." Riddhima took a deep breath, shut her eyes and gave a parting glance at the gift box in the corner before exiting the room behind Nikita.


Nikita disappeared behind the stage while Riddhima settled nervously beside the other performers on the table next to the stage. Armaan, sitting across from her, smiled and nodded his head in appreciation, once again acknowledging how stunning she looked that evening. She reciprocated with a faint smile, avoiding any prolonged eye contact with him, and kept her gaze fixated at the stage. Armaan, used to being in the limelight, was familiar with pressures of performing. He could relate to Riddhima's plight at that moment. A little jittery himself, he sat back, anxiously waiting for the moment when Riddhima would be in his arms on and off the dance floor.


As Anjali introduced the judges and the chief guest for the evening, movie producer, Abhimanyu Modi, Armaan shut his eyes and silently waltzed with Riddhima in his imaginary world. For him, there could be nothing more relaxing and calming than that. He marveled at how their relationship had changed from that of hatred to love just in a short span of few weeks. Silently, he congratulated his luck for having found the most wonderful woman in the world. He opened his eyes and saw Rhea standing with a group of girls on the stage. He gave her a thumbs up sign and gloated at his luck once again, "zindagi ne mujhey hamesha jeetna sikhaya hai….chaahe wo khel mein ho ya phir pyar mein…..itne kam waqt mein Riddhima aur Rhea dono ka dil jeet gaya main….haan farak itna hai ki is baar main bhi apna dil kho baitha in dono ko…..lekin mujhey koi afsos nahin hai……Nikita bhi khush hogi…..uske jaane ke baad Rhea ko ek ghar mil jaayega…..ek nayi maa aur uska baap……I know Nikita will forgive me…..she has to," He looked up at the ceiling, "for making me a winner every time!"



Soon, the young girls (Rhea's group) were on the stage dancing to this number….

Naa Re Naa Re, Naa Re Naa Re
Naa Re Naa Re, Naa Re Naa Re
Barso Re, Megha Megha Barso Re
Megha Megha Barso Re, Megha Barso
Meetha Hai Kosaa Hai, Baarish Ka Bosa Hai
Kosaa Hai, Kosaa Hai, Barrishon Ka Bosa Hai
Jal Jal Jal Jal Jal Jal Jal Thal Jal Thal
Chal Chal Chal Chal Chal Chal Chal Chal
Chal Chal Behta Chal
Geeli Geeli Geeli Ha, Ha Ha Ha Ha

(Guru)

Proud of his eight year old daughter, Armaan admired Rhea's dancing skills as she gyrated enthusiastically to the song.


"Rhea sure has the talent!" He mumbled to himself and glanced at Riddhima through the corner of his eyes to gauge her response. To his surprise, Riddhima sat with her eyes lowered, fiddling with the corner of the table cloth instead of focusing on her students on the stage. That was certainly a strange reaction from a teacher who had sacrificed her blood and sweat into training these 8-10 year olds for this competition.


Armaan's gaze stayed fixated on Riddhima; even though he knew all about her and was madly in love with her, there was something mysterious about his mermaid. There was always a thin screen that separated them. The only time that invisible screen disappeared was when they were on the dance floor together. If he had not been lucky enough to be her dance partner, her inner most feelings would still be elusive to him. In the studio that evening, even her confession was triggered by their passionate dance. At his house, she had doubted his intentions and was ready to hide back into her shell. If it were not for the slow dance number that evening, he would have never seen that love and tenderness in her eyes, her surrender in his arms as they had held and kissed each other while swaying to the music.



"Dance is like wine for Riddhima….the more she drinks……the more she reveals herself….I hope we can continue this dance forever my love," he smiled inwardly and blew a soft kiss in her direction. Momentarily, Riddhima looked up and was taken by surprise by the invisible droplets of love floating towards her. She couldn't help smiling back at him; this time a whole hearted one, right from the bottom of her heart. Armaan's heart did somersaults at her endearing and magnetic smile. If he had his way, he would have leapt over the table and swept her away into oblivion, away from this crowd.




Riddhima, as if reading his mind, averted her gaze guiltily. She pretended to focus on the girls on the stage, but her mind did somersaults as she oscillated between her commitment to Nikita and feelings for Armaan. Not only had Nikita's story moved her, but her lucrative offer had convinced Riddhima that she was actually helping Nikita by helping herself. Without blinking she had signed on the contract. But tonight, Riddhima was wondering if she had made the right decision. Seeing the love and affection for Rhea in Armaan's eyes filled her with guilt and remorse. Rhea was an orphan, picked from an orphanage in Mumbai by Nikita to act in her 'reality show.' Rhea and Riddhima shared a mutual interest in dance and acting. That's how they hit it off the very first time they met. Nikita was thrilled when she had found the perfect characters for her game. Blinded by Nikita's one sided sob story of betrayal by the dashing cricketer and visions of stardom and fame, Riddhima had not thought about the repercussions of this reality show. She knew Armaan would be heartbroken after tonight, but what about Rhea? Rhea was still an innocent child and not very good at hiding her inner feelings. As an orphan, she had been through hardships and detached emotions, but her relationship that she had developed with Armaan was pure and unadulterated- it was true love just like between any parent and child.




"Show ke baad mujhey Nikita se Rhea aur Armaan ke baare mein baat karni hogi……warna Rhea ke saath bahut badhi naadaani ho jaayegi." Riddhima composed herself and resolved to protect Rhea from a potential heartbreak.



Soon after Rhea's group completed their number to a loud applause, other groups performed their numbers on the stage. It was clear to the audience that Rhea's group was way ahead in their quality and caliber. Armaan felt elated as he was sure his daughter was a born winner, just like him.


Next, the adult group and couple's came on stage for their performances.



"YOU'RE NEXT!" Anjali nudged Armaan from his daydream at him and ran up to the stage to make the announcement.

"ME? US?" He gulped anxiously and waited for Anjali to announce their names.

Armaan walked up to Riddhima and helped her on her feet, "are you nervous?" He asked softly as they walked hand in hand to the stage.

She squeezed his hand and gently tilted her head to rest on his shoulder, "are you?"

"Jab tum saath ho tho chinta kaisi?" He clutched her hand firmly, an unspoken gesture to a lifelong commitment to her.



With flapping heartbeats, they ascended to the stage together, hand in hand, greeted by applauses, whistles and cameras.



Soon, the music started and what followed later was pure magic and symphony.

Please enjoy this awesome VM by Coolsaahil on "pyar ki ek kahani' from "Honeymoon Travels" on AR…




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S25Cr5Fyuj4&feature=related

pyaar ki yeh kahaani suno
ek ladka tha, ek ladki thi
hoti kya hai jawaani suno
ek ladka tha, ek ladki thi
woh bhi ek daur tha
waqt hi aur tha
jab woh the ajnabi
dono tanaha se the
par woh kehte kise
baat jo dil mein thi) - 2
pyaar ki yeh kahaani suno
ek ladka tha, ek ladki thi
hoti kya hai jawaani suno
ek ladka tha, ek ladki thi




Never before had this stage seen such perfect harmony between a dance pair. Dancing in rhythm, eyes locked together, gyrations perfectly gelled with each other, Armaan and Riddhima set the stage on fire. The audience sat speechless, awe struck at the display of two bodies melting and swaying in each other's arms. While the stage had been ignited by the two electrifying performers, the couple themselves singed in each other's heat and passion. They could have danced all night even after the music came to a halt. The applause and cheer from the audience seemed like a faint echo compared to the thundering heartbeats they felt against their chests. Riddhima held on, afraid to let go of him, scared to let the moment slip by, fearful of what was about the befall them.


Just like it takes a flicker of a flame to ignite a candle, it was at that moment, while holding Armaan on the stage in front of everyone, Riddhima's heart and mind knew what she really wanted. It's only when the mind accepts what the heart wants, does one feel at peace within. A tranquil feeling filled Riddhima at that instant. Being with Armaan and accepting him and his love was all she needed; she knew if he was with her, everything else would fall in place.


Armaan pulled her closer and whispered into her ears, "I don't know whether I love to dance or dance to love…..but I know I will always love you……and will always love to dance with you forever…….will you……?"

"THE NEXT COUPLE TO GRACE THE STAGE IS….." Anjali's loud voice interrupted them. Armaan's incomplete sentence took Riddhima by surprise. As they walked off the stage, hand in hand, she looked up and asked, "will you what?" Her heartbeats galloped anxiously. YES! She wanted to scream YES in front of the world if only she could hear him say "will you marry me?"

"HEY YOU GUYS WERE GREAT!" Muskaan, Anjali and a few of his cricket buddies surrounded them, separating them as they thumped their backs with compliments. Rhea came and gave them both a bear hug. Riddhima knelt down and hugged her back, "thanks Rhea…..tumne bhi bahut achcha dance kiya tha."


"Jaanti hoon aunty…..pata hai Nikita aunty backstage kya keh rahi thi? First prize tho humein hi milega aur keh rahi thi ab hum dono Abhimanyu uncle ki film mein kaam kar sakenge!" Rhea's innocent face lit up at the thought. Riddhima's heart sank as she tried to shush Rhea up. Even though Armaan was surrounded by his friends, she knew his eyes and ears were glued to her. She was desperate to talk to Rhea and Nikita in private. The contract would have to be dumped; she was willing to face Nikita's wrath and anger, live with her dysfunctional family and uncle, forget her celluloid dreams as long as Rhea and Armaan were in her life.


'Rhea….mere saath chalo." She held her hand and sneaked out of the performance hall.



Once his friends settled back on their seats, Armaan glanced around in search of Riddhima, regretting that he could not propose to her on the stage, at the heat of the moment when she would have never said NO. The moment had come and gone; now he would have to wait till after the show. She was gone. "Kahan chali gayi wo?" He wondered. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Hoping it would be Riddhima, he turned around with a smile, but was shell shocked to see the tall, svelte, glamorous woman with a cigarette in her hand.


"NIKITA?" He was elated and shocked at the same time.


"HELLO ARMAAN!" She drawled sardonically, "CAN WE TALK?"

"Sure!" He smiled hesitantly, perplexed at a very healthy and alluring Nikita in front of him. He had imagined her to be a terminal cancer patient, perhaps pale, dark circles and even balding. But here she stood in front of him, healthier looking than she was even nine years ago.



"Great! Let's go backstage to the changing room…..tumse zaroori baatein karni hain."

"I am glad to see you Nikita…..yes let's go….mujhey bhi tumse zaroori baatein karni hain," he followed her, relieved and apprehensive at the same time.

………….to be contd………….

PART 15:

RECAP:
The moment had come and gone; now he would have to wait till after the show. She was gone. "Kahan chali gayi wo?" He wondered. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Hoping it would be Riddhima, he turned around with a smile, but was shell shocked to see the tall, svelte, glamorous woman with a cigarette in her hand.


"NIKITA?" He was elated and shocked at the same time.


"HELLO ARMAAN!" She smiled sardonically, "CAN WE TALK?"

"Sure!" He smiled hesitantly, perplexed at a very healthy and alluring Nikita in front of him. He had imagined her to be a terminal cancer patient, perhaps pale, dark circles and even balding. But here she stood in front of him, healthier looking than she was even nine years ago.

"Great! Let's go backstage to the changing room…..tumse zaroori baatein karni hain."

"I am glad to see you Nikita…..yes let's go….mujhey bhi tumse zaroori baatein karni hain," he followed her, relieved and apprehensive at the same time.

Armaan followed Nikita nervously, mentally making notes on how to break the news to her about Riddhima and himself. He was prepared for the brickbats, the accusations, the bitterness, the torment of being a single mother in this big bad world, his betrayal- after all he deserved it- he had never felt as despicable as he did that moment. He had been a jerk, a scumbag of the tallest order. If Nikita lashed out and refused to forgive him, he would just listen silently. Perhaps, even walk out of this grand event, out of Riddhima and Rhea's life forever. He did not deserve them and would pay penance for his selfish actions all his life. If Nikita forgave him, he would ensure Nikita was well taken care of in her last days of her life and reassure her that he would be the best dad to Rhea. He would tell her all about Riddhima and himself- how madly he was in love with her and how she had changed him into a caring, responsible, loving and one woman man. He could apologize for betraying Nikita but never for falling in love with Riddhima. It was not a mistake to fall in love. True love needs no apologies- he was hopeful Nikita would understand that.

"OK Armaan! Let's talk……what's on your mind?" Nikita shut the door to the dressing room behind them. It was the same dressing room where just a few moments ago, Armaan and Riddhima had shared an intimate moment. The gift box in the corner was untouched. He became tongue tied as soon as he came face to face with Nikita.

"H-How are you doing Nikita?" he empathized.

"Never felt better." She replied curtly, making him uneasy.

"Oh…that's great! So your cancer is responding to treatment?"

"You can say so," she replied, this time with a smirk on her face, confusing Armaan once again.

"Uh…wo Nikita…I..I," he lowered his eyes, "I…I….I.."


"What happened Armaan? I have never known you to stutter like this…..even when you duped me with your flowery words…..you exuded charm even through those false emotions…..kya hua? Tumhari shakal dekh kar lag raha hai jaise first ball par duck par out ho gaye ho," she chuckled, "am I scarier than all those fast bowlers you face on the pitch?"


"Nikita….I…I am sorry," he raised his eye lashes and looked at her.

"Sorry? You are sorry? Sorry for betraying me when I was pregnant? Sorry for dumping me like an old cricket ball? Jis ball se century maari, usee ball ko koode daan mein phaink diya? And that too when she was pregnant with your goddamn child?"

Armaan's head hung with shame, "I was young….immature…..and insensitive…..I have changed Nikita…..and I am really s-sorry."

"YES…I WANT YOU TO BE SORRY….SORRY LIKE YOU'VE NEVER BEEN….SORRY THAT YOU EVER LOVED ANYONE IN YOUR LIFE!"

"Nikita? I know I was foolish and I betrayed your love…..I am sorry you had to be a single mother all these years…..and now your illness……you have gone through a lot," he empathized sorrowfully, "but Nikita…..I want to be your friend……I know I can't reciprocate your love….or the pain you've gone through……"

"Yes you will Mr. Armaan Malik! You will reciprocate all the pain you gave me…..aur wo bhi jald hi."

Armaan was taken aback, "what do you mean Nikita?"

Nikita smiled scornfully, "you don't know what hurt means Armaan…do you? Now you will……I pray you hurt all your life……saari zindagi us pyaar ke liye tadpo jo kabhie tumhara tha hi nahin……aur main saari zindagi tumhein tadapta hua dekhoon….pyar mein bhi aur career mein bhi…..agar main tumhein banaa sakti hoon tho todh bhi sakti hoon!"


"NIKITA?" He shook her shoulder, "kya matlab hai tumhara?"

"Aage aage dekhiye Mr. Malik….abhi tho show ka interval hi hua hai."

"Show? Interval? What are you talking about?" He was baffled.

"You have just been part of Nikita's reality show…..the show in which you fell in love with a wonderful actress….….Riddhima Gupta! Yes, this was all staged Armaan…..I must say Riddhima did a great job……ek maamooli school dance teacher hai wo……lekin bahut ambitious…….poor thing has a lot of family responsibilities…….but her ambition and drive could make her do anything…….kinda like you Armaan……your ambition drove you into my bedroom…….till you achieved your goal……..Riddhima did the same…….I don't know if she got to your bedroom or not……but yeah…..she did get to her goal."


Armaan cringed at Nikita's words. He shut his eyes and clenched his fists angrily, "cut it out Nikita! What rubbish!"


" Kyun sacch nahin sun paa rahe? Well…….dance studio bhi mera hai….Anjali, Sid aur Naina bhi chote mote actors hain…..they all did a terrific job…haina? Talking about bedroom again…..so did you and Riddhim-aa….ehem????" She winked suggestively and laughed.



"I can't believe this!" His eyes popped as each muscle in his body rippled with anger mixed with hatred for the woman standing in front of him.


"I knew you wouldn't believe me….aakhir pyaar insaan ko andhaa banaa deta hai….waise hi jaise main tumhare pyaar mein andhi ban gayi thi….so here is your proof Mr. vice captain," she pulled out a roll of papers from her bag.


Armaan stared at the wad of legal papers in disbelief. It was a legal contract between 'Modi production house' and 'Riddhima Gupta.' It was a contract to act in his upcoming movie after successfully completing Nikita Modi's reality show- the terms to be determined by the director, Nikita herself.


"Kyun? Shocking…isn't it? How can a bholi bhali girl like Riddhima do this to you?" Nikita chortled.

"You are lying Nikita! This contract is fake….you are fake…..it's all a lie…..I know Riddhima better than she knows herself……she loves me…..I know that!"


"Yes…..I have lied about a few things…..I don't have cancer and I am not dying…..I am not a poor single mother but a very influential wife of a very rich man, Abhimanyu Modi. But my dear lover boy, Riddhima, the ambitious actress and this contract are real……dekho legal seal bhi lagi hai."


"If you can lie about having cancer….why can't you lie about Riddhima?"


"Sure I can….but why would I? Mujhey kya milega? Main bhi ek business woman hoon…..haan tumse badlaa lena chaahti thi….wo tho le liya…..lekin apne husband ki production company ke liye bhi mujhey naye faces chaahiye the…..so now I have Riddhima…Anjali…Sid…Naina…..and Rhea……what do you say Mr Vice captain…..I've killed two birds with one stone…..you know what I mean?"

Armaan was crestfallen, "Rhea? How could you involve our daughter in this scam?"

"Wrong again! This is neither a scam, nor is Rhea our daughter!"

Armaan was livid. He grabbed Nikita by her shoulders and shook her vigorously, "you b***h! RHEA IS MY DAUGHTER….I KNOW THAT!"


"LEAVE ME ARMAAN!" Nikita yelled and shook him away, "now you don't want a sexual harassment case against you…..that would definitely bring a halt to your career and ambitions for good."

A flustered and frustrated Armaan pulled away and ran his fingers through his hair, "Rhea kaun hai phir?" He felt that someone pulled the ground from beneath his feet. It was all a nightmare- a bad dream. He would soon wake up and find himself in Riddhima's arms or on the cricket field.

"Rhea is an orphan! Our child was never born….I had a miscarriage," Nikita blurted out.

"So it was all a lie…..huh?

"It wasn't a lie Armaan. Didn't I just say that they are all actors? It was all drama…..kind of an audition before my husband's big movie project."

"You are wrong…so wrong here…..mere emotions ke saath tho tum log khel sakte ho…..lekin ek aath saal ki ladki ke emotions ke saath? You know she really believes that I am her dad…..that's not acting…I know that for sure," he almost cried out.


"You've really lost it Armaan…..cho chorry Armaan baba," she pinched his cheeks teasingly and patted them as she left the dressing room, "I expect to see you at the awards ceremony…..after all tumhare cricketing colleagues tumhara betaabi se intezaar kar rahe hain…..and of course you are planning to donate all the earnings to charity…aren't you? Waise tumhein shayad in paison ki zaroorat padhe kyunki aaj ke baad tum na tho kisiko pyaar karne ke laayak rahoge, aur na hi cricket khelne ke laayak rahoge…..aakhir dil par bahut gehra sadma pahuncha hai…and…..remember the 1 Crore you gave away as bribe money to Naina….thanks for the money….that helped us fund this whole project….thoda chutta shayad bachaa ho….waapas chaahiye kya?" She chided him purposely.

A fuming and jilted Armaan walked out of the room, unable to stand any more barbs from Nikita.

With heavy footsteps, he walked back to the performance hall. All the performances were over. The crowd mingled and headed for the buffet lines at the food counters. He spotted Riddhima, Rhea, Anjali, Naina and Sid in an animated discussion with Abhimanyu in the corner. Whatever doubts he had about Nikita's story were dispelled when he saw Naina giving a big hug to Riddhima and Rhea as if they were long lost friends. He had never felt this humiliated in life. He shook his head and marveled at Riddhima's skill at duping him at his own game. A simple looking woman, with a modest back ground, beautiful but no super model had insulted him like no one had ever in his life. Rhea's involvement in the whole affair was even more appalling. How could a woman who claimed to have such high principles in life use an eight year old for her own selfish purpose? By the looks of it, they were all perhaps celebrating the success of their project and looking forward to Abhimanyu's new flick.


"Kya hua beta?" Smita surprised him from behind, "sab theek tho hai?"

"Oh….maa?" He forced a smile.

"Kuch bujha bujha sa lag raha hai beta," Smita's maternal instincts sensed something was wrong with Armaan.

"Shayad dance raas nahin aaya mujhey," he swallowed a lump in his throat and averted his gaze.

"Galat! Mujhey tho lagta hai cricket se zyaada tujhey dance raas aaya hai…..cricket ne tujhey star banaya tha…lekin dance ne ek insaan banaa diya hai…..cricket ne mere bte ko mujh se cheena tha lekin dance ne mujhey mera beta mujhey wapas de diya hai," she smiled and patted his arm.

"Maa…..can I ask you a question? Ek sawaal ka jawaab dogi aap?" He asked.

"Aaj tak koi galat salah di hai maine tujhey?"

"Maa….insaan ko suni hui cheez par vishwaas karna chaahiye ya aankhon dekhi hui cheez par?"

"Beta….kaan aur nazar dono dhokha khaa sakte hain….lekin dil kabhie dhokha nahin deta…..mere khayal se tho insaan ko hamesha apne dil ki sun ni chaahiye," she sighed.

Armaan pondered at her words of wisdom and thought inwardly, "kya aisa ho sakta hai ki Nikita jhooth bol rahi ho? Tho phir wahan Riddhima, Rhea aur Naina ko saath saath dekhna bhi nazar ka dhokha hai?"


"Nahin maa," Armaan sighed back, "meri nazrein kabhie dhokha nahin khaati….chaliye…table par chaliye…..let's have dinner," he dismissed her advice, kept his gaze fixated on Riddhima and Rhea, disgusted by the games the two of them had played on him.

Anjali was back on stage to announce the winners of the dance competition. An anxious Riddhima walked towards Armaan, hoping to see the enthusiasm on his face. She was taken aback by his tense expression, jaws tightened and eyes scathing.

"Armaan…..nervous ho kya?" she flashed her characteristic smile and squeezed his hand as she settled next to him. Smita smiled at Riddhima from a distant and nodded her head in approval. Riddhima smiled back and nodded back with respect, but was shocked when Armaan withdrew his hand.


Before she could fathom why he was being so aloof, their names were announced as the best dance couple for the evening.


A reluctant Armaan stood up and walked to the stage without waiting for Riddhima. A confused Riddhima just followed him meekly. They collected their trophy and a check for $10 Lakh Rupees amongst cheers and applauses, forcing plastic smiles on their faces. As their fingers brushed against each others around the trophy, Armaan curled his fingers and waved at the crowd, ignoring Riddhima. Riddhima was sure something had transpired between Armaan and Nikita since they had danced on the stage. He probably knew the truth, and was upset with her about her betrayal. She wanted to say aloud, "Armaan… that is only half the truth," but their voices drowned in the sea of cheers, whistles, cameras and microphones.

Muskaan joined them on the stage and promptly announced that the prize money would be donated to build a dance studio for under privileged kids in the city. Armaan was a hero in the truest sense now. The press loved him- the star with a large heart-except only Armaan knew that his heart had been shattered into pieces by the woman standing across from him, the two of them separated by the glittering trophy with a dancing couple adorning it's top. It was ironical that the trophy they had both worked so hard to acquire was now like a thorn between the two of them, reminding them of the wall that had just been erected between the two of them in the last few moments.


Riddhima tried her best to approach him, but swiftly, he slipped off the stage, making a dash for the dressing rooms. He wanted to make sure the gift box with the 'shagun' was no longer there. Riddhima did not deserve it anymore, and perhaps after tonight, no other woman would ever deserve it either.


He was stunned to see the box missing from the room. He searched the closets and drawers, but the box was nowhere. As he walked back towards the door, mumbling curses, he was shocked to see Riddhima at the door in the red saree he had wrapped in the box.


"Armaan…..I accept your proposal," a smiling Riddhima covered her head with the ornate pallu and coyly walked towards him.


"Enough of your drama Miss!" Armaan yelled and pulled off the pallu from her head, "bahut ho gaya natak."

A shell shocked Riddhima was in tears, "Armaan…yeh natak nahin hai….main…main sach much tumhari patni ban na chaahti hoon."


"Yeah right! Kaun si movie ke dialogues rehearse kar rahi ho?" He smirked, "You liar!"


Riddhima wiped her tears and walked closer to him. She gazed into his eyes, "haan maine tumse jhooth bola tha Armaan……haan main Nikita ki friend nahin, balki uski employee hoon…..haan Rhea tumhari beti nahin hai…..haan main ek dance studio mein kaam nahin karti……haan main ek actress ban na chaahti thi……main bahut ambitious ladki thi…..and yes I agreed to give you a taste of your own medicine……lekin yeh batao tumney apni zindagi mein kitni ladkiyon ke saath jhooth bola hai? Kitno ko pyaar ke vaade diye hain? Kitno ko sapne dikhaayein hain? Kitno ko shayad maa bhi banaya ho….kya wo sab jhooth nahin tha?" She confronted him just like Nikita had a little while ago.

Armaan stepped back and averted his eyes from her intense gaze, "OK….maana main galat tha…..but that does not give you any right to break my heart…..and break Rhea's heart too."

"Main wo hi tho jodna chaah rahi thi Armaan," she broke down and sobbed silently.

"What do you mean?" Armaan had a puzzled look but Riddhima was too distraught to speak.

"Main bataati hoon papa," Rhea rolled into the room and gave him a bear hug.

"Papa?" He stood still, his arms in the air.

"Haan papa," Rhea looked up tearfully, "koi kuch bhi kahe…..lekin aap mere papa hi hain."

"It was all a drama Rhea…choreographed by Nikita…..she is the real dance teacher here….we all have been dancing to her tunes….and Riddhima." Armaan tried to free himself.

"Wrong Armaan!" Abhimanyu strolled in with Nikita and Anjali in each arm.

"Abhimanyu? Now what do you have up your sleeve?"

"Right now I have two beautiful women on either sleeve," Abhimanyu chuckled and then gave Armaan a friendly punch on his shoulder, "don't worry buddy…..Main is drama mein part nahin le raha….now listen to me carefully buddy……yes….this whole project was staged by my wife, Nikita, to teach men like you a lesson…..trust me she has no personal grudge against you…..but she always had this hidden desire to make a man like you realize what it means to be cheated and betrayed in love…..she did truly love you once," he hugged Nikita, "but now she is mine forever…kyun Nikita," he winked at her.


Armaan sighed and looked down at Rhea, "then why did you have to involve an innocent girl like Rhea?"


"That's our fault Armaan….I think Nikita went a bit too far with this drama…..it's Riddhima who realized that this was a mistake but it was too late…..not only had you accepted Rhea as your daughter….even Rhea had developed a relationship with you, which she did not have a heart to break……to make things worse…..Riddhima fell in love with you just as hard as you had fallen for her……she tried to reason with Nikita on various occasions…..but Nikita can be hard headed at times……yes darling?" Abhimanyu nudged his wife, who stood there with lowered eyes.

Armaan looked up and stared at Riddhima's misty eyes.

"And….just after the dance performances were over….Riddhima came to me and terminated the contract with my company……I am softie at heart man…..when she told me how much she loved you…..I let go off her……after all she was ready to sacrifice a promising career just for her love," Abhimanyu patted Rhea's head, "and then Rhea beti also came forward and refused to act in the movie…..she said she would rather have her papa than a role in a big movie…..so Anjali gets Riddhima's role and Naina steps into Anjali's role in the movie."

Armaan's heart melted; he felt silly about mistrusting Riddhima and Rhea's love for him. Now he knew what they had been talking about in a corner when he mistook Naina's hug as celebration for their success.

"I am sorry guys…..I trusted my eyes and ears more than my heart……maa theek kehti hai dil ki baat hi sun ni chaahiye," Armaan smiled and pulled Rhea close to his legs.


"Bilkul theek kaha Armaan beta…..maa ki baat hamesha sun ni chaahiye," Smita walked in with a decorated silver plate in hand, "ab maa keh rahi hai ki hone waali bahu ka shagun jaldi se kar diya jaaye…..warna mera naalayak beta phir ko pagalpan na kar de."


Everyone cheered and applauded at Smita's comments. Riddhima covered her head with the pallu once again and bent down to touch Smita's feet.

"Jeeti raho beti," Smita helped Riddhima to her feet, "sach much bahut pyaari hai….Armaan theek kehta tha ki sab se khubsoorat ladki chuni hai usne."


Armaan turned red at his mom's comments, "maa…wo..wo."

"Hey come on buddy…don't stammer….tum bhi maa ke pair choo lo…..thoda ashirwaad milega tho achcha rahega," Abhimanyu chuckled.

A sheepish Armaan obeyed orders and then stood up beside Riddhima. He exchanged glances with Riddhima and smiled at her.

Smita handed rings to both of them, "sagai ki rasam tho yahin nibha lete hain…..phir baad mein Riddhima ke ghar jaakar rishta maang lenge."


Armaan and Riddhima exchanged rings; Riddhima smiled shyly as his strong fingers held hers before he slipped the ring. His magnetic gaze drew her closer. She returned his lovelorn gaze with her mesmerizing smile.

Nikita came forward and wished the couple good luck, "I am happy for both of you…..I feel even though I played with a lot of emotions…..I managed to unite two souls together."

"All is fair in love and war sweetheart," Abhimanyu winked



"Not two," Armaan pulled Rhea closer, "three souls together…..Rhea beta…..from now on, you're officially our daughter….I'll apply for your legal adoption as soon as possible."

"There he is!" Muskaan with a bunch of press and photographers walked in to congratulate the newly engaged star couple.

"I represent Sony TV sir," a tall man approached them, "would you like to participate in our next Jhalak Dikhla Ja show?"


"Thanks but NO THANKS!" Armaan replied, "we are content with what we have."

"But sir…this could really help your star status…..you will get more fans…we guarantee you a place in the finals," the TV producer persisted.

"My talent on the field will determine my star status sir….not a staged dance show…samjhey?" Armaan answered curtly.


Armaan held Riddhima's hand and pulled her away from the crowd, "please give us some privacy guys….we have just gotten engaged…..mujhey apne hone waali biwi ko theek se dekhne tho do yaar."

Abhimanyu, Nikita, Muskaan, Naina, Anjali, Sid, Smita and Rhea all waded off the press and TV personnel, allowing the love birds to escape into oblivion as quickly as possible.

IN ARMAAN'S CAR:

"Hum kahan jaa rahe hain Armaan?" Riddhima asked as Armaan's car swerved into the deserted streets of Delhi.

"It's a surprise," he bent over and pecked her cheek, "for my lovely fiance."

"When did you plan this?"

"Shhh….ab zyaada sawaal mat karo," he halted the car in front of an empty dark field. He helped her out of the car and held her hand, "come with me." If it were not a full moon, it would be hard to tell where they were headed.

"This is just land Armaan…..kahan jaa rahe hain?" Riddhima felt her heart flutter as they stepped onto the grassy land.

"Maybe I am trying to take advantage of you in this quiet dark place," He growled and embraced her snugly and kissed her ear.


To his surprise, Riddhima did not resist his advances, "tum jahan le jaaoge main jaane ko tayyar hoon…..tum jo kahoge main wo karne ko tayyar hoon."

"Really?" He stopped and gazed down at her lovely moon lit face, "what if I ask you for a dance on this barren land…..on this dark night….under the moonlight…..on the future location of your own dance studio."

"Dance studio?" She exclaimed.

"Yeah…..I had just purchased this land a few days ago…..tumhare liye ek dance studio banwaana chaahta hoon…..where you are the boss…..the choreographer…..on your terms……" he whispered.

"Ek shart par," she teased him

"Shart?"

"Haan….agar tum zindagi bhar mere saath waise hi dance karte rahoge jaise aaj stage par kiya tha," she pulled him closer and circled her arms around his neck.

"Promise……but I hope we will get to try different styles of dancing after marriage," he bent down and kissed her eyes, "conventional and unconventional."

"I can always learn," she rolled her tongue and pinched his nose with her fingers, "after all you are more experienced in the unconventional style."

"I'll make sure you will never be disappointed," he winked at her wickedly and kissed her gently and then passionately as the two lovers danced their way all night long in each other's arms…

Please enjoy this wonderful VM on AR by julybaby22…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zh7xEO6l1w8

(Tum mile dil khile)

….THE END….

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Originally posted by: naureen_aly

amagzing part

what a twist

ur ending always hve twist and turns

thanks naureen😊

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Originally posted by: agrima2009

woooooooooooooowww
the part was awesome
loved it
awesome ending
n thanks for pm

byee &takecare


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thanks agrima😊