The World's Oldest Story!! - AR - Page 77

"Armaan!! Get up..", Riddhima was trying to wake him up.. She had taken to driving over to his place every morning to share their morning cup of coffee, as this was the only time they were definitely free.. Also, her parents didn't suspect anything much, as they thought she was headed for the hospital.. Padma of course, didn't miss the enthusiasm with which she got ready everyday, and that happy smile that never left her face, accompanied her in whatever she did.. Padma also knew that the reason for her daughter's happiness was a certain Dr. Mallik, but was disappointed that she wasn't confiding in her.. But she was ok with it.. She knew her daughter wasn't comfortable with talking about stuff like that to her.. She was sure someday she'll discuss things with her for sure.. Maybe they needed time.. And moreover she was sure that her daughter wouldn't do anything wrong.. And was also sure that Armaan wouldn't let her stray. So she didn't press the topic too much with her.. She however loved to embarrass her by mentioning Armaan in a passing remark and see that lovely blush on her face.. Shashank, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to these major changes that were occurring in his daughter's life.. He was just impressed that she was so enthusiastic about her work and proud that she was such a good doctor.. He wasn't completely wrong in thinking that anyway.. So to avoid any kind of suspicion Riddhima had taken to this new routine, where she had breakfast with Armaan every morning, and dinner with her family every night.. This was the only way she could manage to balance her time in both her homes.. Armaan had gotten too used to this routine now.. His day didn't begin unless he saw her first thing in the morning.. And he loved it, how she made it a point to come everyday.. He hated Sundays of course.. That was the only day in the week when he couldn't see her.. So Sundays used to be their phone days, when they would talk on the phone for hours..

"Armaan utho na.. We'll get late..", she hit him lightly on his head as he refused to get up.. Normally he would be up and back from his jog, with breakfast and all ready, waiting for her..

"Tch.. Basket.. You sound like a typical wife.. Let me sleep na.. I slept really late last night..", he said somnolently and turning sides slept off again..

"Armaan.. Fine!.. then I'll leave.. Tum sote raho..", and she started walking towards the door.. She knew this trick always worked.. He would be up to stop her in no time.. Surprisingly, she had already reached the door and Armaan had still not called out to her.. He was still sleeping?!! She scowled at that and turned around to see him grinning at her and still lying on his bed.. "Kya hua?.. Change your mind?..", he asked her coolly.. She just stomped her foot and raged out of his room.. Armaan shook his head as he chuckled.. He finally got out and started getting ready for yet another day at the hospital..

Riddhima was furious.. She sat on the couch in the living room with a big frown on her face and her hands stubbornly crossed across her front.. When she saw him come out of his room 20 min later, looking all dapper in a black shirt, her heart skipped a beat.. She was amazed at how this happened every single day.. She could never get used to him.. But today she was angry and so she 'hmmfed' and looked away.. Armaan just grinned naughtily and made his way into the kitchen to make some coffee.. "Basket!.. ", he called out to her aloud from the kitchen.. She didn't want to answer but went in the kitchen to see what he needed anyway.. He saw her come and asked her, "What in the world is this.. Did you try to make breakfast?..", he held up a burnt toast and cringed at the sight of a half cooked omelet.. Riddhima glared her worst and deadly glare as she saw his expressions.. She had thought to make breakfast to save time as he was busy sleeping.. Unfortunately, it had turned out to be a disaster and she had given up half-way.. But that didn't give him the right to make those disgusting faces at the food.. Not like he was such a great cook.. On an afterthought, she agreed that he probably was a good cook, but shouldn't she get credit for trying.. Armaan realized he shouldn't make fun of her sooner than expected.. At least she had tried, he thought! So he tried to console her, "Well itna bhi bura nahi hai.. But you know what.. We don't have time.. Do you mind if we have breakfast later at Sanjeevni?"

She nodded her head in agreement.. Obviously she wasn't going to make him eat that crap.. But she was disappointed with herself that she was such a lousy cook and so she quietly sat down on a chair at the counter.. "Still not talking to me?..", he asked her, as he handed her the coffee.. She took it but didn't answer him.. That did it for her.. Armaan knew she was just acting, but nonetheless he couldn't take her silence.. So he apologized anyway, "I am sorry.. Ab theek hai?.. I'll get up on time from tomorrow.. But you know what.. I love it when you wake me up.. ", Riddhima was still trying to be angry but her anger was slowly melting away as he continued, "And then I love to see that scowl.. So I trouble you..", she scowled at his comment, "See.. Just like that..", he pointed at her…

"Armaan!!", she smacked his hand away.. "Pata hai tumhe mujhe tang karne mein hi bohot maza aata hai.. You're such a jerk.."

"I am sorry na Basket.. Now stop your naatak and give me that beautiful smile of yours..", he poked her cheek with his forefinger as he pouted while he pleaded.. Riddhima was trying very hard to maintain the frown but se could not keep her lips from curling into a smile.. "That's better..", he said as she finally gave in to the smile and he pecked her nose and quickly got away.. Riddhima did not miss the way he stole a last glance to see her reaction.. She knew very well that he was apprehensive about coming close to her after that night, when they had totally lost control.. She could understand where he was coming from coz she felt exactly like that.. She was always nervous when he came close to her.. Not because she didn't trust him, but because she wasn't sure of herself.. She didn't know what kind of stupidity she would succumb to.. His proximity always clouded her better senses and made her do something embarrassing.. She wasn't sure what was allowed and what wasn't..

They finished their coffee and drove off in their respective cars in silence.. Still ruminating over the happenings of the last few days.. Ever since he had given her access to his house and his innermost feelings, both of them had come very close emotionally.. Riddhima was aware that she was the only person who was privy to his emotional side.. And she was happy that he had at least started to share his past with her.. She had at least won over that much confidence.. Armaan, on the other hand, unlike his earlier belief, didn't regret telling her all that at all.. He felt lighter as he shared a glimpse of his past with her.. He was sure that she wouldn't pity him or treat him any different.. In fact, by confiding in her he had made her feel secure and important.. He wondered why he had been so apprehensive about sharing it with her so far..

And this lessening of the emotional distance between them had brought into perspective the lack of their physical distance that night.. Both of them were equally confused as to what is appropriate and what is not.. The fact that it felt so right, added to their turmoil.. Whenever he touched her, Riddhima felt like the most beautiful person in this world.. His touch was always full of love, but more so, imbued with respect and awe.. She could feel how lucky he felt to have her with him.. For Armaan, Riddhima's closeness was an acceptance.. Something that he craved for all his life.. She loved him more than anyone ever had.. He felt secure in her arms.. Every touch of hers made him realize how lucky he was and that made him fall deeper in love with her.. But when they looked at the bigger picture, from an outsiders' point of view, they found themselves in the wrong.. They couldn't help their feeling of bliss and gratitude, but couldn't silence their conscience either.. It was probably how they were brought up.. Those were the kind of values that had been instilled in them.. But their love for each other had made them question these very values.. As much as they stopped themselves, their heart didn't agree with the distance.. It kept convincing them that nothing could be more right than to give your love to someone you love, and let them love you back.. But both of them had learnt to silence their heart, and thus had maintained a careful physical distance from each other, lest their heart conquers their mind, and cross the limits that shouldn't be crossed..

Riddhima walked into the cabin after a surgery and was shocked to see Abhi and Nikki in a not so modest display of their love.. She quickly turned around embarrassed and muttered a "Sorry.."

Nikki was of course more embarrassed than her and Abhi had probably blushed for the first time in his life.. He ran a hand through his hair and left the cabin without a word.. Nikki, very awkwardly said a "Hi!" to Riddhima..

"Hey! Kya baat hai.. Abhi ke cabin ko kya hua.. ", she teased her.. She knew they mostly used Abhi's cabin when they needed to spend a few alone moments.. This was the first time she had seen Abhi in the residents' cabin..

Nikki blushed a deeper crimson as she tried to parry her question, "Uh.. Riddhima.. Mujhe thoda kaam hai.. I'll talk to you later..", and she hurried out for her duty thanking her stars that it wasn't Armaan instead of Riddhima.. Thank god he has his own cabin now!!

Riddhima smiled at Nikki's embarrassment and her bahana.. She knew it only too well.. But that again brought to her mind the thoughts that she was trying to avoid since a long time now.. She wondered what kind of a relationship Abhi and Nikki shared.. Was it like her and Armaan?.. But they had been together for years now.. They were living together and due to get married.. Surely they were way ahead of her and Armaan.. All of a sudden she wondered whether Nikki and Abhi must be sleeping together.. I mean, they were living in.. But then they were going to get married.. But did that justify their sleeping together.. Was it wrong or right.. Well if she asked Armaan it would be a big wrong of course.. As that thought occurred, she reprimanded herself for thinking like that.. It was their personal life and she didn't even know anything.. She was just speculating and wasn't fool enough to go and ask Nikki about it.. She shook her head and picking up her file, left for her duty..

Rahul and Muskaan had been discovering each other in the last few days.. They talked about each others' lives, each others' feelings and each others' hopes and aspirations.. Muskaan was totally and madly in love with Rahul.. She had taken to gazing at him from a distance when he wasn't looking, or staring at his features when he was asleep.. She loved the way he talked, loved his sense of humor, and was very surprised to discover a very romantic side to him.. He would buy her flowers, get her tea in bed, and cuddle up to her at night.. She blushed at that thought.. Although they hadn't really bridged the physical distance between them so much, she loved these little pecks and warm hugs that they shared.. It made life seem so beautiful.. Rahul had discovered a totally new side to Muskaan.. She hid behind the mask of the boisterous, don't-mess-with-me masquerade, when she actually was pretty demure and easily frightened from the inside.. But he was totally in love with the way she took care of him and made him feel so special.. He wished life could go on like this forever.. It was more beautiful than anything he had experienced so far..

But it would have been a lie if they claimed that this is all they wished for.. Of course both were eager to experience marital bliss.. But apparently the time wasn't right.. Both thought that they should get to know each other better.. Probably they should wait a little bit longer..

Armaan however, didn't seem to be confused at all about what needed to be done.. He had conviniently blamed himself for losing control the other day and had strictly kept himself from going near her.. He knew he was quite a jerk and very much capable of losing himself in her completely.. That's the kind of effect she had on him.. He just couldn't get enough of her.. And how much ever right it felt to him, he was sure that she didn't think so.. Plus, according to him she was too naive to understand his feelings when she came close to him.. He'd rather avoid any more such encounters.. He was just grateful that she didn't distance herself from him completely.. Her love was above all this.. And the fact that she came to his place everyday proved her love for him.. Now it was his turn to do his part.. He could do that much for her in return.. After all she had made his house into their home.. He sighed at that thought and got back to his file with a soft smile..

Abhi and Nikki had settled down in their home.. They had already started behaving like a married couple, bickering on house hold chores like washing dishes and making dinner.. Nikki suited the role of an all controlling wife perfectly, as she ordered a henpecked Abhi around the house.. Of course Abhi took full advantage of his senior position in the hospital though, giving her extra cases to study when she was getting on his nerves.. But all said and done, at the end of the day they would kiss each other good night and sleep a dreamless peaceful sleep.. And on the nights that they felt lonely, they snuggled up together on a bed or on the couch and slept in each others' arms.. Both of them had obviously that one question in mind.. Were they allowed to move ahead?.. On many occasions they had almost committed themselves.. But for some weird reason either of them backed out at the last minute.. They had been together for a long time.. They were sure about each other.. It seemed like reason enough.. After struggling with that thought for a few days finally Abhi had decided to speak up, "I think we should wait till we get married Nikki.. Itni jaldi bhi kya hai.. We know we love each other.. I know it wouldn't be wrong, but I don't want to keep pacifying my conscience that it may not be completely right..", Nikki had just smiled and nodded.. This is why she loved him so much.. She didn't know anyone more steady headed than Abhi.. He was a straight and clear thinker and always managed to take decisions for her.. She was quite indecisive that way.. And most of the times his decisions were the most sensible ones ever, as was this one.. They could of course wait till they got married.. It was just a little bit longer..

Armaan left Sanjeevni in quite a bad mood.. Basket had left without seeing him.. She rarely did that.. They had not even fought today, except that little tiff in the morning which was resolved already.. He drove back wondering what work she must have had to leave him uninformed like that.. As he drove in through the gate of his house his frown turned into shock as he saw her car parked outside.. He smiled as he wondered what she was up to.. Normally she came over only in the morning.. Today was his lucky day.. He unlocked the door with his key and went in to find her.. He was damn curious.. He found her in the kitchen her hair held in a clasp, though a few strands fell on her face, irritating her as she tried to.. COOK!!

"Basket?..", he called out entering the kitchen.. Riddhima jumped at his voice and looked at him shocked like she'd been caught doing something wrong.. "Armaan!! Why didn't you ring the bell?..", she yelled at him, as her heart beat slowed down a little..

Armaan raised his eyebrows, amused at her reaction, "What?.. This is my house.. Main bell kyun ring karoon.. Tum kabhi karti ho kya?.. Aise hi ghus jaati ho.."

Riddhima's mouth opened wide in shock, "What! Armaan mujhe tumse ladna nahi hai.. Jao yahan se.. Already mera plan bigaadh diya tumne.. ", she wanted to surprise him by cooking for him.. She had never taken this seriously before, but today as she had heard Muskaan tell her how she was making Rahul's favorite dish for dinner, she had felt a pang of guilt.. She always made Armaan cook all the time.. It was high time that she learnt how to herself.. So she had asked her mom to give her some easy recipes and she had followed them to the last letter.. It had taken her two hours to make this simple 'pulao' and some paneer dish.. She had overshot her estimated time and so didn't get time to decorate the place and surprise him with a candle lit dinner.. She frowned as her plan flopped so royally..

Armaan came over to her and checked the contents of the containers.. Unlike the toast and eggs from the morning, this food looked quite edible.. It smelt yummy too.. He looked at her as he said, "You made all this?.. ", she nodded in a yes but the frown didn't leave her face..

"Are you sure hume yeh khana chahiye?..", he teased her purposely.. Riddhima scowled as she glared at him.. "Armaan it took me two whole hours to make this.. Stop getting on my nerves.. Aur agar nahi khaana hai toh faik do.. I m just going.. ", and she washed her hands in her hurry as she got out of the kitchen in a fit of anger..

Armaan caught up with her before she could step out and pulled her back.. "Accha I m sorry.. I am sorry Basket..", but she wouldn't listen.. She was continuously hitting him to let her go..

Finally he had to raise his voice, "Riddhima!! I was kidding sweetheart.. Thank you so much.. Tumne khaana banaya.. Ab main serve karta hoon.. ok!", he held her face in his hands as he tried to calm her down.. She looked away, not saying anything and pushing him slightly, went back into the kitchen.. Armaan was wondering why she was so heckled today.. He followed her into the kitchen and helped her with the plates as she laid them out..

"Kya hua Riddhima?.. Why are you so angry..", he asked her, as she still looked miffed..

Riddhima couldn't take it any more.. He had ruined her plan, made fun of her cooking before tasting it and then had the nerve to ask her why she was angry, "You spoilt my plan Armaan.. I wanted this to be perfect.. But you had to come early today.. Couldn't have come half an hour later.. Nahi toh humesha der tak kaam karte ho.. Aaj hi jaldi thi tumhe ghar aane ki..", she ranted non-stop.. She hated being anything short of perfect.. Especially after she put in so much effort in doing something she didn't like and wasn't good at..

Armaan was alarmed as well as amused at her outburst.. "I am sorry..", he said softly and took her hands in his, "Thanks Riddhima.. And this is perfect.. I am surprised.. Par tumhe yeh sab karne ki kya zaroorat hai.. I mean, I m not complaining or anything.. In fact I am happy tumne yeh sab mere liye kiya.. But I know you don't like cooking.. So.. "

Riddhima sighed as she leaned her forehead on his chest, "Its high time I learn Armaan.. Tum kab tak mere liye khaana banaoge.. Kabhi na kabhi toh seekhna padega na..", she mumbled, "Muskaan toh cooks all of Rahul's favorite dishes.. Nikki can also cook.. Sirf mujhe nahi aata.."

Armaan was more than amused at her confession, "You're crazy Basket..", he chuckled as he made her look at him.. "In that case.. I am proud of you.. The food looks yummy.. And I am starving.. So shall we..", and he directed her to the dining table as he started serving..

Riddhima smiled at what he said.. Hopefully now he'll like the food too.. She waited in anticipation, as she watched him keenly as he put the fork in his mouth.. She was anxious to see his response.. Her face fell immediately, as he made a sour face on tasting the food, "Kya hua Armaan.. Accha nahi hai kya?..", she asked him, disappointed.. "Accha?.. How can you even ask such a question Basket.. ", he raised his voice, "Yeh accha nahi hai.. Its just perfect.. Just like you..", and he winked at her, relishing the next bite..

Riddhima smacked him hard on his arm as he hogged on the food, "I hate you Armaan"

"Too bad.. I love you Basket..", she smiled as he declared through his full mouth.. "Itna khush mat ho Basket.. The credit always goes to the person who's recipe it is.. I am sure yeh Padma aunty ki recipe hai!"

"Get lost Armaan.. Mamma ki recipe hai toh kya.. Maine banaya hai..", she defended herself..

"Huh.. Bana toh koi bhi sakta hai.. Recipe is what counts..", he teased her again to see her scowl..

"Please.. Jaise tumhare saare recipes original hain.. I m sure tumne bhi kahi se churaya hoga..", Armaan smiled a small smile, "hmm.. Maine bhi apni mom se kaafi saari recipes churaayi hain.. She had this book in which she wrote down the recipes of all my favorite foods.. Mere liye roz kucch naya banati thi.."

Riddhima smiled as she observed his expression.. How she wished she was here with them.. She could see that he missed her so much.. Though it had been a long time since he had been alone, he still held on to her memories.. And that's what made him the man he is today.. She was sure his mom had a major hand in making him what he was.. He really loved her.. But she did not know anything about his dad.. A few days ago she wouldn't have dared to, but today she was confident that she had the right to ask him, "Armaan.. What about your dad.. Tumne unke baare mein nahi bataya.."

Armaan was surprised at her question, but he wasn't offended.. He hesitated a little first, then said, "Woh.. He died in a car crash when I was very small.. I don't remember him much.. I remember mom talking about him though.. Apparently he was a great guy.. A very successful businessman.. Full of life.. I'd like to believe he was very nice, coz it was his idea adopt me in the first place.. Mom said he loved me more than her.. ", he paused as he looked away.. Riddhima kept a comforting hand on his shoulder..

"Its OK.. We don't need to talk about this, if you don't want to..", she was feeling bad for spoiling his mood..

"No Riddhima.. Its ok.. I feel nice when I talk to you.. Anyway, he was drunk when he was driving.. Returning from a party.. He died on the spot as he crashed into a truck..", he stated without any feeling in his voice.. He almost sounded apathetic.. He didn't hate his dad or anything, but he loathed the fact that he lost his life in such a useless manner, especially when two lives were dependent upon him.. Not like he was a drunkard.. Just a social drinker.. But, he had seen his mom struggle with her emotions.. He had seen her work hard every day to look after their business after his death.. And he hated his dad, only for putting her through all that.. He always felt that if his dad would have been alive, he would have somehow saved his mom..

But Riddhima had made some third connection in her head, "Is that why you don't drink Armaan?..", she asked him softly.. He breathed in and sighed as he nodded his head looking at her.. She didn't know what to say to him that he feels better.. So she just kissed the back of his palm.. She wanted to hug him, but she was sure she'll end up stepping over a line, like last time.. But Armaan just smiled and quietly finished his dinner, then added, "Waise.. I love your cooking Basket.. Roz roz mat banao.. Warna I'll get used to it!"

Riddhima smiled and ruffled his hair, "I agree.. I don't want to spoil you.. Waise bhi its too much trouble to take everyday.."

Padma called on Riddhima's cell just as they planned to go out for an ice-cream.. Armaan sighed, disappointed, as she told him she had to leave.. Why did she have to go?.. He felt like keeping her with himself forever.. Why was this so difficult.. Considering he had been alone for such a long time he should be used to it by now!.. But Riddhima was like an addiction to him.. He couldn't get enough time with her.. He would have to do something soon.. Dr. Gupta ko jaldi patana padega.. How was he going to let her go.. As he walked her to her car, all he could think of was to take her in his arms and not let her go forever..

She was about to get into the car when she felt a tug at her dupatta.. She turned around to see a naughty grin on his face as he held on to it.. "Kya hai Armaan?.."

"Mera goodnight kiss..", he demanded, pulling the dupatta.. He knew he had promised himself to keep away.. But do hell with the promise.. Who was he kidding?.. He couldn't keep away from her.. He had tried in the last few days, but today his resolve had faltered..

Riddhima blushed at his demand.. She was actually surprised.. She wasn't sure she wanted to.. Actually she was sure she wanted to.. But she was apprehensive too.. But her need for him just overtook any other emotion as she saw him walk up to her.. He caressed her face as she closed her eyes.. As he looked at her angelic face, he thought, of course he had a right on her!.. Now the whole staying away bit seemed ridiculous to him.. Nothing could be more right than this.. Slowly he placed his lips on her soft ones trying to be careful.. But both their attempts at keeping their desires in check bombed majorly, as they kissed each other crazy.. They didn't realize that they had missed each other so much.. Soon the good night kiss didn't seem like a good night one, as they moved inside the car, making out like this was their only chance at it.. He just gave in to all his desires as she didn't seem to stop him in anyway.. In fact, he realized she wanted it as much as he did.. Riddhima was busy trying to undo the buttons of his shirt when her cell phone buzzed.. They didn't seem to hear it though, as he kept caressing her back wanting her to go on.. When the phone buzzed for the fifth time Armaan came to his senses as he felt her teeth on his neck.. "Riddhima.. Your phone.. Basket!!..", Riddhima heard his voice and froze.. But she didn't move away.. She just hid her face in his chest.. "Armaan.. I don't know how to look at you.." she was beyond embarrassed.. She had given up on herself.. Now, she was too used to being embarrassed to even blush about it anymore.. He had anyway seen her wild side now.. What was the point in behaving innocent..

Armaan grinned and priced her apart as she half lay on him on the back seat of her car.. "Oww.. Armaan I cant get up.. My earring's stuck in one of the buttons on you shirt.. ", she winced as she fell back on him.. Armaan couldn't help but snort as he burst out laughing at their situation.. "Armaan tum hass rahe ho! Do something..", her buzzing cell phone was adding to her frenzy to get away from him..

"Stay still Basket.. Pehle tum apna phone uthao..", and he managed to pull out her phone from her handbag on the front seat, all the while shaking with laughter.. He tried controlling his laughter as she took the call, still on him, "Haan mamma.. Bas main dus minute mein pohoch rahi hoon.."

"Itna time kyun laga beta phone uthatne mein..", Padma was worried when she was constantly not picking her call..

"Mamma I was busy and the phone was on silent.. So sunayi nahi diya..", Armaan shook uncontrollably as he laughed crazy at her lie.. Riddhima pinched him hard on his arm to shut him up.. But her strategy backfired as he shouted an involuntary, "Oww.. Basket.." Riddhima's eyes widened at that..

Padma recognized Armaan's voice instantly, "Riddhima.. Tum Armaan ke saath ho?"

That's it.. They were going to be destroyed today.. There was no point in lying to her mom.. "Haan.. Mamma main Armaan ke saath hoon.. Uske ghar aayi thi.. ", she said slowly as she shut her eyes dreading a tirade.. Armaan took the situation in control by taking the phone from her, "Hey beautiful.. Kitne dino se baat nahi ki..", Riddhima wanted nothing but to snatch the phone away from him but he held her head close to himself so that she doesn't interrupt..

"Tumhe hi meri yaad nahi aati.. Bas Riddhima ke aage tumhe kucch dikhayi hi nahi deta..", Padma played along with his 'beautiful' game..

"I am so sorry beautiful.. But yeh Riddhima hai na.. She's a little possessive.. Mujhe kisi aur ladki se baat hi nahi karne deti..", he complained to her.. Riddhima was just struggling to get out of his hold.. What the hell was he talking..

"Accha main uski kahbar leti hoon.. Par tum usse jaldi ghar bhej do.. Warna mujhe uske papa ko bataana padega ki who hai kahan..", Padma loved taking their case.. She knew that Shashank was the one person Armaan was mortally afraid of.. Armaan spluttered as he said, "Nahi.. Uski kya zaroorat hai.. I mean.. Bas paanch minute mein.. Aa jayegi Riddhima.."

"Hmm.. Toh good night!.. Tell her to come home fast..", Padma acted all strict and cut the call as Armaan almost pushed Riddhima off him.. "Armaan!!", she screeched as they somehow disentagled from each other and finally got out of the car.. As fresh oxygen rushed back to their lungs, Armaan burst out laughing again at what had just happened, "Basket!!... Wo ho.. You're wild man.." and he continued guffawing at her.. Riddhima went red, but not in embarrassment, this time it was fury, "Yeh sab tumhari wajah se hua hai.. I'll kill you.." and she started hitting him on his arm.. "Please.. Tumhari wajah se hua hai.. Look what you've done..", he pointed at his more than half open shirt and started shutting the buttons to save his izzat!

"Arrgh!! Go to hell...", she stomped her foot and opened the front door to get in her car, when he stopped her.. He held her by her shoulders and looked into her eyes seriously, "Riddhima..", but he couldn't say anything else.. Coz he saw the same emotions reflecting in her eyes.. They knew, the more they tried to keep away, the more they would rebel.. But none regretted whatever happened.. But both also knew that they went a little overboard.. As they promised to look out for each other through their eyes, Armaan draped her dupatta on her that had been stuck onto his belt and kissed her on her forehead a final good night! Riddhima finally blushed as she got in her car and drove back home, the crazy events of tonight replaying in her head.. Armaan got back inside and fell onto his bed as a wide grin appeared on his face.. At this moment he didn't give a damn to whether it was right or wrong.. He just knew one thing, and that was that he loved her.. And she loved him too.. As sleep evaded both their eyes after a long time, they thought about what had happened.. Both knew they craved for each other, but they also knew that they'll have to wait a little bit longer..