AR - Shuffle Drabbles

Riddhima gupta opened the door and momentarily she forgot to breath.

"Armaan.." The words barely made their way out of her mouth.

Her past flashed before her in passing slides.

5 years.... It had been 5 years and.. now he chose to be back.

"Riddhima..." His head hung low.

He had been left.. all alone and the only one he chose to be back to was Riddhima.. his Riddhima...

"Take me back.." The words flashed before her. Her knuckles whitened.

She said nothing... Her heart refused to melt. His eyes looked up and soon as his blue orbs gazed into hers.. Riddhima froze.

Rationality can wait...

Her ego can take the back seat.

His ego had gavin up long before.

No words escaped her mouth... he turned to go, broken again... but not before she had grabbed his head and crashed her lips onto his in a hot searing kiss...

Riddhima watched as he made his way across the dance floor towards her.

His pools of blue softened when he saw her. Standing... waiting... in a knee lenght white dress.

He sauntered towards her... confindent. All his reslove left him as she gazed into his orbs.. lost.

His hands on his own accord had made their way towards her waist while hers had clasped behind his neck..

Riddhima's head fit perfectly in the arch of his shoulder.. She was falling... and it felt perfect.

Armaan walked out of the VIP party. His 6 foot 5 inched bodyguards sauntering behind him. A flash blinded him just as he stifled a yawn.

"Can't you people ever give me a break" His exprassed shout followed the figure with slender curves and wavy black tresses.

He walked into his bedroom exparssed from the day. Hollywood ain't easy.

Just as he was about to jump into bed. A figure crept out the shades in his master bedroom.

"How the heel did you get in here?" A deep growl came from within him as The figure proceeded towards him. The face was one he had never seen before but he slender curves and the black tresses he could recognize anywhere in the universe.

"You!!"

"guilty as charged!!"

"If that picture is your big break.. i'll let you have it... trust me there's been worse." He watched her smirk as soon as the words left his mouth.

"Here.." She handed him a brown envelope. "You look a little more than just pathetic."

He watched her retreating back as she effortlessely lifted herself onto the window ledge and jumped into the darkness beyond.

"He was just another jerk Rizzo.." Armaan soothed his best friend, as they sat ont he steps before her house.

"I loved him armaan.." She sobbed again soaking his crisp white shirt.

"Mr 'i love him' number 7 this month."Armaan mumbled to himself as he watched her look into his eyes.

"Why are guys jerks armaan.."

"Hey... hurting the ego riddhima"

"Tchh amu.. you're not like them... you're my always- there- for- me- best- friend."

"Why can't i be more?" The words were out of his mouth before she knew it.

She stared at him for a while as she watched him steal away and his ear tips burnt a bright red. Riddhima smiled as she leant and placed a chaste kiss on the side of his neck just bneath his earlobe.

"Its always been you.."

Please don't armaan...

Riddhim, please understand. it's just not wroking out anymore

We'll make it work please... give us another try...

sorry riddhima... it just hurts too much..

Armaan.... i'll always love you..

I know you will sunshine... I will tooo...

Then why??

I need to think things through...

i understand...

Thankyou...

Armaan??

Yes sunshine?

someday??

Someday...

i'll always fight for this love armaan...

and then he leaned to kiss her for the final time...