Siddhima-AR FF: Fate, O.S.C.Fate [Completed] - Page 13

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I am positive that this time i will actually get to send out the pms before naina gets to this! atleast i hope so...

anyway be proud guys cuz its been a little more than a week and im already updating! and guess what, even though this part is kinda short and just "armaan" rambling, i have the idea for the next part in mind therefore hopefully it will be up soon too! im guesstimating that theres only a few more parts, like 2 and then the epilogues....

NEXT PART 15:

Naina and Yuvi watched as the last of the guests moved on out; it hadn't taken much time after the three other couples left for the rest of the party goers to disperse. Now all that remained was Yuvi, Naina, and the cleanup crew. Naina sat at the counter, where Yuvi soon joined her.

"Good going with the drinks," Yuvi complimented his wife.

"Thank you darling," she replied with a sweet smile, "your innocent act was marvelous I must say."

"Thank you!" he replied winking.

Yes, it was them; they had laced the drinks. Nothing bad, just something hard enough to get Rhiddima's tongue wagging. What they hadn't expected was that they would choose to drink so late, or that all three of them would get hit. Or that Armaan wouldn't show up. But it was fun anyway, so what the heck!

Naina frowned, "did you see him?" she asked.

"No. But Sid and Rhiddima are ok, so it doesn't really matter." Yuvi jumped of the barstool, and then helped Naina down, "Now let's get you home."

She grasped his outstretched hand smiling, happy with how things had turned out. She paused in her walking, frowning.

"What happened? Tell me you're not going into labor!" Yuvi said panicking. "I don't even have the bag. Oh my-"

"No duffer, I kicked something…" she searched the floor with her eyes. "What was it?" Yuvi asked.

"I don't know that's what I'm looking for!"

Yuvi groaned, rolling his eyes he got down on all fours, searching for whatever she had kicked.

"Found it!" he emerged from behind some chairs, holding up Siddhant's prized blackberry. "Wait here," he said walking up to Naina again, "I'll go give it to them."

Naina pouted, "He can last the night without it! I wanna go home," she whined. Shaking his head, Yuvraj obliged with him moody wife, planning to call someone to tell them he had the phone.

……………..

Armaan tossed the last of his now meager amount of possessions into his bag. Next to it, his phone hummed again, and again he ignored it. He would be back soon enough why was she getting her distressed jeans in a twist?

He sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands; "I should've never come back," he said to himself, who else was there? He fell back onto the bed courtesy Hotel Palm, tears filled his eyes again. He felt like a one of those bahus in the saas bahu soaps, 'stop crying you idiot' he tried telling himself. It was futile, the tears kept falling.

He had gone to the party, just like he had told himself he would. He had even moved into this hotel, so he would be sure to go. He had entered through the back, blending in and unseen, observing quietly. He had watched the grand entrance of the Modi's, the stab he'd felt when he saw them was inexplicable. Nikki, his Nikki, his best friend Nikki. She was a Modi, and she was acting like, like, like there was never an Armaan. There had only been a Siddhant and Rhiddima, not an Armaan and Rhiddima. His Nikki, acting like Siddhant, not Armaan, was her best friend.

But he had let that go; after all, he was her…her devar. She'd married Abhimanyu. He was happy for her. Really. And when Dr. Shashank and Padma auntie had shown up, he didn't react; she was their daughter. And as far as he knew, Dr. Shashank never liked him right? He really seemed to like Siddhant.

The biggest shock came when Atul and Anjie showed up. There was nothing, nothing to show that they wished he was there and not Siddhant. That it was his anniversary with Rhiddima, not Siddhant's. No, they just walked up all smiles with Siddhant's daughter on Atul's shoulders. His Atul, his friend, his brother, his champ. Atul. And what had Siddhant called him? AJ? 'Lame. Probably Siddhant's idea.' Armaan thought childishly.

He had thought it couldn't get any worse than realizing Rhiddima had moved on, turns out it could. Way worse, the only way to describe him right now was, betrayed. Memories were hitting him like missiles, Atul, Anjie, Nikki, even his random moments with Abhimanyu, and of course there was Rhiddima. If Rahul and Muskaan had been there, he would've done something, he would seriously have done something.

He screamed into a pillow, as old memories were replaced with the painfully raw ones from a couple hours ago. The thing is, he couldn't really blame them either. A part of him wanted to be petty and call them bad friends, but then reason took over. And he knew that life moves on; they couldn't all put their lives on hold because he had decided to disappear. They had just moved past him, started their lives again. And somehow in the process Siddhant had managed to take his place.

He had been standing near the back of the bar, sipping on a drink as he observed the festivities. Watching the couples dance, each in a world of their own, a world that no longer had a place for him. He'd gotten up to move when Surili had started playing, it froze him in his place. He had stood rooted to his spot as everyone else danced, stood rooted through Siddhant's speech, and stood rooted to the same spot as Siddhant began serenading Rhiddima. She had cried when he finished, even from that distance Armaan could see her tears. Had she ever cried when he sung? Had she ever been so moved? Asking himself this, his eyes started to tear, and then they had met Siddhant's.

It was then that it hit him, hiding behind a pillar at the party in honor of Siddhant and Rhiddima Modi's fifth anniversary, that he couldn't blame Siddhant. He couldn't blame anyone. 'Siddhant was probably a nice guy; undeserving of the string of insults you've been flinging in his direction all night. All these people they love Siddhant. Siddhant isn't the impostor, You Are.'

He'd made his exit then; choosing instead to hit the gym, where his angst and anguish, his hurt, could be put to good use. After that, he decided, he would leave; as soon as possible, leave. He didn't want to meet anyone. No, he was ready to go. Run off. He could do that. Nothing new, 'leave like you always do Armaan.' He taunted himself. "Leave." Lightning struck outside, as if agreeing with him.

……………..

Armaan leaned against the back of the elevator, unable to stop himself from remembering. Each memory hit him like the bullet that had ended it all. The first day of his internship, the basketball court, their fights, their friends…the moments that had made his life. As the lift paused to let on another passenger Armaan turned to face the rear, leaning his forehead against the cool metal.

He didn't notice the young man who had just walked on. No, not until the elevator jarred halfway between floors, fatefully trapping them together with no means of escape. Leaving with only the emergency lights to illuminate their faces.

"Sh*t!" the man cursed, fiddling with the array of buttons on the side, Armaan turned curiously, just in time to see him angrily bang his hand against the buttons. Cursing again as he turned to face his fellow passenger.

The two men finally came face to face, each too shocked to move. Siddhant finally spoke, "Armaan." He said it simply. Calmly. Almost like he had known this would happen, but how could he? Armaan's voice didn't waver as he replied, "Siddhant."

They stared at each other; adversaries in a battle long over, won in the end by fate alone. The same cruel fate which had thrown then in this elevator together, for a time known only to that fate itself, and for a reason, known only to fate itself.

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Originally posted by: naina.patel

wowow aish...that was quick. ill read and come back :)