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Nikki's mouth fell open as she realized he was standing in her sitting room again. Stomping her foot she said, well moreso screeched, "I told you to get lost!"

"And I told you that I would be back!" he replied coolly, not even missing a beat.

She scowled, desperately wanting him OUT of her house.

Armaan looked at her dejectedly, "Aww, come on Nikks, don't be like that. I admit we have had our share of problems but we'll sort them out..."

"Armaan leave!" Nikki shouted again, staring at him as menacingly as she possibly could, but he remained unfazed, still standing there with a cocky grin on his ruggedly handsome face.

Stomping her foot again she turned and headed back into the bedroom to find Abhi. Stupid, idiot, moron, pig, numbskull! Dingbat! Thinks he can just waltz back into my life.

Finally inside their bedroom, she screamed once again, "Abhi, what were you thinking?!? Bringing HIM here?"

"Now who's being mean?" he answered, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"Abhi! This is serious, how could you bring him here?"

He raised his arms in defense "Hey, it wasn't my fault. I thought he was your friend and you would WANT to see him"

"ABHI. That's him" she replied, shooting daggers at her husband, her hands resting on her hips.

"Him? Him who?" A puzzled look came across his face.

"AR-MAAN!"

"Yeah, I do know his name. He introduced himself to me. Dr. Armaan Mallik-"

"ABHI. That's ARMAAN. AMMY!!!!" she yelled in frustration, her voice seething with anger.

And that was enough to bring an instantaneous change over her husband. "Ammy? You mean that b**tard that you were crying over during your internship? The one that made you all mean and cranky and annoying?" questioned Abhi, as realization set over.

"I was NOT mean, Mr. Modi" she answered indignantly, as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"Uhh. You definitely were. I don't know what you're thinking of yourself, but you sure weren't Mother Theresa back then."

"Ufff. That is not the point here" she rolled her eyes exasperated.

"Oh right, of course. So what do you want me to do now?" he questioned absentmindedly.

"Get him out of MY house. Abhi! What's wrong with your brain?!" she screamed.

He began walking out, then he turned to asked "Wait. Wasn't kicking him out your job?"

"ABHII!" she yelled, grabbing her husband by the collar and pushing him out of the bedroom.

"Fine, fine I'm going." he answered back, composing himself before heading into the living room.

Abhi paused outside the living room and watched Armaan flip through his phone, extremely comfortable where he was sitting, as if he had done this everyday of his life.

This was the man that had once been a part of his Nikki's life.

Straightening his jacket, he took a deep breath to calm himself down. Glaring forcefully, he barged into the room, towering over Armaan he grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up from the sofa and the two men stood eye to eye.

"Armaan. You need to leave." he stated, his voice firm and unyielding.

"Oh, but Dr. Modi, we were just getting reacquainted with each other! And we," he pointed between himself and Abhi, "were just getting to know each other! We don't wanna spoil the fun now do we?"

"Who says anyone's having fun?" Abhi blasted back.

"Well I don't know about you, but I for one am really enjoying this bonding." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, Abhi looked down to realize that he was still holding Armaan's collar, and their faces were extremely close to each other.

He let go, jumping back quickly, "Uh. Um. Dr. Mallik, no one is having any fun. And we, meaning Nikki AND I, don't really want you here; so we would appreciate it if you could leave, NOW."

"And you already know where the door is, so go." Nikkita, who had stepped back into the living room, spoke up.

"Aww...Come on guys; I mean, really, all of what happened was in the past. Can't we just forget it all and move on? You know, be friends? We can do that, can't we?" Armaan asked with an innocent and hopeful smile pasted on his face, "We can at least be friends now and move on now, can't we?"

Abhi and Nikki both looked at him with disbelief, "Just leave Armaan. Please." Nikki said.

Armaan's face morphed suddenly, with a derisive and challenging tone he said, "I was just keeping my promise Nikkita Modi, and trust me. One day, you will be BEGGING for me to come back."

He walked towards her, throwing a scowl at Abhi on his way, and pausing in front of her, he bent down to lay a kiss on Nikki's cheek. Giving her a devilish wink Armaan made his way out of the house, leaving behind a fuming Nikkita and Abhimanyu Modi.

.........

Armaan glanced back in as he exited, she would be back. No one can possibly resist Armaan Mallik!

"Uff!"

He bounced back as he ran into a small woman. She looked at him annoyed, "Are you blind?!? Watch where you're going."

He looked her up and down appreciatively, whistling, "He-llo gorgeous! It's always great to bump into such a ravishing young woman like you," he smiled, sticking his hand out "Armaan Mallik," he introduced himself, "It is certainly a pleasure."

"And I am married" replied Riddhima, not even making an effort to be nice.

"Well hello... Mary!"

"Argh! Married you idiot, again are you blind? I am obviously pregnant!"

Armaan smirked, leaning in, "I'll let you in on a little secret sweetheart; you don't have to get married to get pregnant!"

Rhiddima's face turned red with anger, insolent idiot, brute, nikamma! HOW RUDE! She was about to give him a peice of her mind when Siddhant emerged beside her, "Rhiddi, jaan! Let's go!"
Armaan cocked an eyebrow, well this sure was a new development, Mrs. Married was actually Mrs. Siddhant Modi...Another Modi Woman.

"Siddhant!" Armaan exclaimed stopping Sid in his tracks, "This beautiful little thing belongs to you?"

Siddhant stepped slightly before Rhiddima and opened his mouth to reply, only to shut it again when Rhiddima pushed him away and screeched out, "BELONG?!?!? Arghhhh! Look you-"

Siddhant slapped his hand over her mouth, struggling as she slapped and kicked at him.

"Can you please not get her worked up? She's pregnant-"

Rhiddima finally slapped his hand away, "Again! I'm pregnant not DYING!" She turned to Armaan, "and you! You-"

"Rhiddima," Nikkita's voice came from the doorway, "Ignore him. And get in here. Now."

Rhiddima glared at Armaan a last time, she sure did not like this man! Siddhant ushered her into the door, looking warily at Armaan who stood their seemingly still checking Rhiddima out. He wasn't going to bother, because frankly, Siddhant had enough of the man for a day.

"who was that?" Rhiddima asked nikki annoyed.
"No one. He's not important."

............

The next morning Nikki awoke to the persistent ringing of her cell phone. It seemed like everyone in her contact list had chosen now to send her a message. Groping for the phone she sat up, yawning as she opened up the first one.

It was from a new number:

Rise and Shine Beautiful.

You're mine. And mine only.

Remember that.

-Tumhara Piya

She stared at it, confused. Who could have sent her this? Abhi was snoring away next to her in oblivion. Forget sending her a message, she would be surprised if he was even aware of the phone going off in the morning.

Still pondering over who could have sent the first message, she opened the next one:

Good morning Jaaneman.

I hope you like the little present I sent you.

Present? What present? As if in answer to her question, the bell rang, resonating ominously throughout the house. Taking along her phone she rushed to the door. Opening it she was met with a delivery boy holding a bouquet of white lilies. White lilies?Who could possibly send her those? But right then, as if on cue, her phone buzzed again.

What in the name of heaven was going on?

As the delivery boy left, Nikki frantically clicked the "Read" button, wanting to find out what the next message was going to be from this person.

I hope you like the flowers.

I still remember how much you loved white lilies back then.

And don't bother looking for a card.

You should know who this is.

White Lilies Back then? In Med School! Of course! They were her favorite flowers back then, but of course, now she preferred orange chrysanthemums. And as far as she remembered, everyone knew that she liked the orange chrysanthemums.

Everyone except one person.

Armaan.

Armaan? What was he doing? Abhi. I need to tell Abhi. But what if he feels hurt that I didn't tell hi before? No Nikki! she told herself, you can't think about that. Abhi is Abhi, he's sweet and caring. He isn't a creepy stalker like Armaan. Armaan what are you doing? She looked at the flowers in her hand, suddenly they looked dangerous, poisonous, jumping back she threw them on the floor.

Her phone buzzed again:

That hurt Nikki.

Would I ever hurt you?

Panicking, she looked up to see that she hadn't even closed the door. Immediately, she slammed the door shut, and leaned back onto it, sliding to the ground. What was he doing? She tried to message him back, telling him to stop. But it bounced back, this number took no incoming. "Abhi!" she screamed, "ABHI!"

And within seconds, he was leaning down in front of her. Cupping her face in his hands, he looked questioningly at her, "Nikki, baby, are you all right? What happened?"

Those few words broke her down completely as she began sobbing in her husband's arms. "Abhi...Woh...Texts...Armaan...Flowers...Lilies.." she cried, saying seemingly random words which Abhi couldn't comprehend in the least.

"Nikki. Nikki calm down" he said firmly, she burrowed further into him, taking deep breaths.
"Let's go sit down in the living room and you can tell me what happened. Starting from the beginning."

And so they did just that. Abhi and Nikki settled onto the living room couch; his arm lay protectively around her shoulders as she sat with her head leaning into his chest, telling him everything.

Beginning from when Armaan stepped into their house in the afternoon two days ago......