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He had been nothing then...He hadnt been worthy of marrying her.
The words she spoke had haunted him for years,making him into the workalcholic that he was.People called him ambitious-a hard slave driver-He had become all that just to prove to her that he was worthy of her.
Yet all that had been in vain.Here he was years later- brilliant and rich-an eligible bachelor...
She still didnt want him.She had Ansh-the one she lived for.
Closing his eyes he fought for peace withing himself.He should just forget all this...he was here to save her...just give her the treatment.
Nothing more!!
That was his job...He sighed and opened the reports.
They had made Anjali donate the blood yet the odds stood against them.Her cancer had spread too far..even if the enzyme started working things may well go awry.
They had to try...anyway.
Feeling a deadweight in his heart he stood up and walked to her room.
She was giggling happily..too happily.He looked in and gasped.
Ridhima sat cross legged in her bed and a little boy of about four to five years was making weird faces.
"And how does Atul uncle look when Anjali aunty is screaming?""
The little boy pulled a sad soppy face and pouted his lips.
Ridhima laughed merrily again.
Armaan felt angry..irrationally so...Ridhima was married...she had married and she had a son with someone...
He had the urge to break something.It was hard to keep the fury in check.
You are a doctor dude...do your fricking duty!
He walked in and Ridhima gasped,her eyes scared.He ignored her and said
"Ms.Gupta why is that child here?""
Riddhima's eyes were welling with tears.They disturbed him but he hung onto his anger.
"Visiting hours are over.I am afraid the child has to leave..""
"I know Arman...I sort of requested.. "
"This is a hospital Ms.Gupta...not your father's mansion."he said with clenched teeth.
She flinched.
There was a silence only to be broken by a little voice.
"Mama why is the Dakta angry?What did you do?""
The voice pulled at his heart.This was the son Ridhima bore for...someone..
"I am sorry he has to leave.""He pulled the child out of her arms and swung him up.The child tried to kick him.
"I am not go..een...""
"Yes you are...""Arman began and then stopped.
He went numb as he looked into the child's face.The little boy was a miniature version of him..he had the same blue eyes,the same dimples...even his complexion was the same.
His eyes met Ridhima's who nodded slightly,her lips trembling...
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The farewell dance was to honor all the students who had become a part of the literature community and now were to be severed.For Ridhima the occasion was monumental.This was probably the last time she would see Arman.
She remembered his face when she had told him to stay away from her.He had been pained so much,she thought with a pang.
But she knew it was for the best...there was no way she would allow him to become a part of her life.He had so much potential to shine in his life...If she became part of it,it would the most delfish thing she had ever done.Being a cancer patient meant to stay within parameters and that meant not getting too attached to any person-if would only make death which was inevitable and fast approaching only more painful.
She had broken the cardinal rule and she would be hurting forever but he had to move on..
Still she couldnt help but look for him.
"Looking for me?" A voice inquired from behind her.
She turned startled.
"Armaan I.."
He moved closer placing a finger on her lips.
"Dont talk please.Not tonight...Lets dance.."
He took her in his arms and whirled her.Within minutes Ridhima was completely under his control.She was melting in his arms,holding his eyes with her own.
For once she had let down all her barriers.She was just living in that moment.
This was probably the last time they would see each other and both were aware of that.Therefore they chose to forget some things-Ridhima forgot that she was bound by cancer and Armaan chose to forgot all that she had said to him.
They were just content in gazing in each other's eyes.And that was until Arman leaned forward to kiss her lips.
Once their lips met,they were both under a spell- a spell which bound them in passion and the need to consumate their incomplete love.The night passed in heated passion and sense only returned the next morning.
Arman woke up late that morning...to find Ridhima gone.
She had left him a letter.
Arman
I dont know what to say.I dont know what possessed me last night...I dont think I would ever be able to figure out...It was a mistake..the grossest mistake ever...
I am not saying it was not beautiful!It was..but it was wrong.
We cant be together Arman ..We arent meant to be...And that is why I am leaving like this.You are an amazing person Arman and you deserve all the happiness in the world.
Ridhima.
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
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