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This is an idea I had for a new FF on AR.
I've read many amazing fan-fictions, and was truly inspired by the outstanding work other authors have shown. So, I decided to try and write on my own ; but that's only possible if everyone would like it 😉 So, i'd really appreciate it if you could reply or give me feedback if I should continue.
Thank You!
PROMO :
I walked down the busy streets in New York holding a Starbucks Cappuccino in my right hand and my big Channel bag in the other. I shivered as the cold breeze brushed deep into my hair sending shivers down my scalp. "Gosh, warm beanies don't even help here!" I started walking faster as I noticed it getting colder, but here in New York, there's no way you'd reach work on time. Rather, you'd waste half-an-hour trying to push your way through the other thousands of people trying to handle their coffee and breakfast while walking. "Hey Riddhima, wait for me!" exclaimed Jennifer. "What?" Snarled Riddhima. "Jeez, Riddhima chill there's still five minutes, you have time. You won't be late," said Jennifer. "I hate this city, I hate the people, I hate it here, I want to fly back to Mumbai now!" shouted Riddhima. "Well, then go," muttered Jennifer under her breath. "I will, I'm leaving tonight, even though it's only been a week since I work in that Mallik's Clientele Business Company," whined Riddhima. "Well, my stop is here Riddhima, stop whining and take care. That boss of yours, whatever that Armaan is hot; so enjoy," smiled Jennifer. "Oh god!" "Jennifer what the hell is wrong with your choice; he's a serious freak he treats me like trash, and he looks so…, "Jennifer raised her right eye brow asking her to complete her sentence. Riddhima didn't know why she couldn't respond, his grey eyes, masculine figure, and striking smile flashed her mind like an unstoppable camera. "Yeah, I got to work, I'll see you tomorrow," stuttered Riddhima. Jennifer smiled in acceptance; she knew she was falling for him, and falling for him bad. Riddhima walked to work, smiling to herself while thinking of her awkward moments with Armaan. She blushed like a crimson crayon when she remembered the first time his hand brushed against hers. "Ahh!" screamed Riddhima as this tall guy bumped right into her. She gasped in horror, as her coat struck with brown stains; glancing up she couldn't believe her eyes. He stood there infront of her, with his crisp white shirt, and a grayish suit, with that maroon velvety tie. His hair gelled perfectly, those grey eyes pierced into mine, his features those of Greek Gods. His cough brought me back to reality; I closed my eyes to brush away all those thoughts. He raised his eyebrow in astonishment; he was so surprised Riddhima hadn't yelled neither thrown a fit for spilling coffee on her yet. How could she when Armaan was standing right there in front of her captivating all her senses.
CHAPTER ONE: "I felt it. My heart accepted; but my mind denied."
Recap: His cough brought me back to reality; I closed my eyes to brush away all those thoughts. He raised his eyebrow in astonishment; he was so surprised Riddhima hadn't yelled neither thrown a fit for spilling coffee on her yet. How could she when Armaan was standing right there in front of her captivating all her senses.
She stood there fumbling and gasping as her newly ironed office attire grew brown with stains. Usually people run or scream for tissues; but in Riddhima's case she concentrated on the Greek God standing right in front of her. "Umm, Riddhima are you fine?" questioned Armaan. Riddhima eyes closed, she was ashamed of herself having such thoughts for him. "Yeah, I'll be …. Fine." Stuttered Riddhima. Armaan's eyebrows rose in confusion; what the hell is wrong with her, thought Armaan. "ARGGGGHH, Armaan can't you watch where you're going. You're such a retard, I mean it just takes some common sense to walk properly!" screamed Riddhima. Armaan sighed in relief. "Pheww! Welcome back to reality Riddhima; I thought tumko sleep-walking ka dora pada!" laughed Armaan. "What, Armaan are you ok?" replied Riddhima. "Riddhima when I spilled coffee on you instead of being the annoying human you are and shouting at me, you stared at me as if you were checking me out." Said Armaan. "What? ME, NO WAY!" shouted Riddhima. "Shh! Calm down, it's alright. I have that affect on women," smirked Armaan. Riddhima's mouth hung low as Armaan brushed past her right shoulder; she sensed his smell and closed her eyes in disbelief realizing how much he was affecting her. Soon Riddhima reached office and quietly went to work in her cabin, where as Armaan sat in his Cabin talking to his Business partners with his commanding voice, truly proving that he owned this business. "Mr. Patel, listen to me. We will try to work a thing out for as soon as we can, you can't close a deal which is worth a million dollars," spoke Armaan. "Beeeeeeppp!" The phone hung up, Armaan threw the phone back into it's holder in frustration. His perfectly curved eye lids covered his piercing gray eyes as he sighed in irritation. Riddhima knocked on Armaan's cabin impatiently waiting to talk to him about the new projects in line. Annoyed Armaan slams open the door. "What!" screamed Armaan. Riddhima's eyes grew wider seeing him so angry, she wanted to help him, she wanted to soothe him. "Is something wrong?" questioned Riddhima. He glared at her, her body stiffened to such a deadening stare. "Why do you care; you're just an employee, tell me what you need." Said exasperated Armaan. His words scratched her heart; she didn't know why but she didn't like it when he addressed her as "just an employee." Tears welled up in her heart, Armaan had always hurt her like she's just another desperate girl out there in thirst of money but she wasn't, she was loyal to her job and tried her level best. Armaan looked up to see a pool of emotions in her watery eyes. "Umm, here are the new projects." Cracked Riddhima's voice. She turned around to leave, walking towards the door she cursed herself for letting her emotions take over her every time she saw him. Armaan felt bad, he knew he shouldn't have flipped her off like a piece of paper. She closed the glass door behind her and walked away, leaving an upset Armaan behind. Soon Armaan's mind diverted away from her as he cared less and went back to his busy profession. Riddhima sat on her desk quietly and remembered their first meeting till now and thought of the way he treated her. She didn't know why, he was so important all of a sudden, she didn't know why she felt so possessive about him, and most of all she didn't know why her emotions are different for Armaan than any other guy she interacts with. She was just an employee, nothing more. She wiped her tears, realizing the bitter truth, and promised herself that she'd treat Armaan the same way he treated her and make him feel the pain. She went back to her work, ignoring all the thoughts racing her mind. It was midnight and she was still working finishing up her last few assignments given by Armaan. He was just exiting his cabin when his eyes struck at Riddhima; he glanced at his watch and wondered why Riddhima was working past midnight. He walked over to her. "Riddhima it's midnight, go home and finish your work tomorrow," spoke Armaan. Riddhima closed her eyes in pain; she remembered all the tears she shed for this guy who never have her respect. "I'm just an employee right, you shouldn't be caring about me, as far as I know I'll be here for a while satisfying your commands," taunted Riddhima. He squeezed his eyes in confusion; what the hell is wrong with this girl. "Riddhima, are you alright? You've been really acting up these days. You're not yourself anymore, you're not bubbly, you're not the same girl whose anger is always at peak, you're the not same people who used to make fun of me and laugh about it. You're not you Riddhima. Has something happened?" Armaan let out all his questions. "I'm the same Riddhima. Riddhima Gupta. You've just changed me Armaan. I'm sorry I didn't meet up to your expectations again," said Riddhima. "Riddhima (he held her shoulder from behind trying to console her)," whispered Armaan. "Armaan, please don't touch me. Managers don't try and console their employees," whispered Riddhima. "I'm sorry, gosh. I was frustrated Mr. Patel cancelled that lease we had with them, I don't mean everything I say, and as a matter of fact why do you care if I just regard you as my employee, you never cared about me before, why now? I mean, it's not like you're a sister, or even a friend you don't talk to me on daily basis, if you do it's only about work, so you're my employee aren't you?" asked Armaan. Riddhima's heart ached, she wasn't just an employee. She wasn't just crap, she was Riddhima, and she wanted a name; she wanted to at least call her a friend. "Armaan, I resign," stuttered Riddhima. "WHAT?" screamed Armaan.
This is an idea I had for a new FF on AR.
I've read many amazing fan-fictions, and was truly inspired by the outstanding work other authors have shown. So, I decided to try and write on my own ; but that's only possible if everyone would like it 😉 So, i'd really appreciate it if you could reply or give me feedback if I should continue.
Thank You!
PROMO :
I walked down the busy streets in New York holding a Starbucks Cappuccino in my right hand and my big Channel bag in the other. I shivered as the cold breeze brushed deep into my hair sending shivers down my scalp. "Gosh, warm beanies don't even help here!" I started walking faster as I noticed it getting colder, but here in New York, there's no way you'd reach work on time. Rather, you'd waste half-an-hour trying to push your way through the other thousands of people trying to handle their coffee and breakfast while walking. "Hey Riddhima, wait for me!" exclaimed Jennifer. "What?" Snarled Riddhima. "Jeez, Riddhima chill there's still five minutes, you have time. You won't be late," said Jennifer. "I hate this city, I hate the people, I hate it here, I want to fly back to Mumbai now!" shouted Riddhima. "Well, then go," muttered Jennifer under her breath. "I will, I'm leaving tonight, even though it's only been a week since I work in that Mallik's Clientele Business Company," whined Riddhima. "Well, my stop is here Riddhima, stop whining and take care. That boss of yours, whatever that Armaan is hot; so enjoy," smiled Jennifer. "Oh god!" "Jennifer what the hell is wrong with your choice; he's a serious freak he treats me like trash, and he looks so…, "Jennifer raised her right eye brow asking her to complete her sentence. Riddhima didn't know why she couldn't respond, his grey eyes, masculine figure, and striking smile flashed her mind like an unstoppable camera. "Yeah, I got to work, I'll see you tomorrow," stuttered Riddhima. Jennifer smiled in acceptance; she knew she was falling for him, and falling for him bad. Riddhima walked to work, smiling to herself while thinking of her awkward moments with Armaan. She blushed like a crimson crayon when she remembered the first time his hand brushed against hers. "Ahh!" screamed Riddhima as this tall guy bumped right into her. She gasped in horror, as her coat struck with brown stains; glancing up she couldn't believe her eyes. He stood there infront of her, with his crisp white shirt, and a grayish suit, with that maroon velvety tie. His hair gelled perfectly, those grey eyes pierced into mine, his features those of Greek Gods. His cough brought me back to reality; I closed my eyes to brush away all those thoughts. He raised his eyebrow in astonishment; he was so surprised Riddhima hadn't yelled neither thrown a fit for spilling coffee on her yet. How could she when Armaan was standing right there in front of her captivating all her senses.
CHAPTER ONE: "I felt it. My heart accepted; but my mind denied."
Recap: His cough brought me back to reality; I closed my eyes to brush away all those thoughts. He raised his eyebrow in astonishment; he was so surprised Riddhima hadn't yelled neither thrown a fit for spilling coffee on her yet. How could she when Armaan was standing right there in front of her captivating all her senses.
She stood there fumbling and gasping as her newly ironed office attire grew brown with stains. Usually people run or scream for tissues; but in Riddhima's case she concentrated on the Greek God standing right in front of her. "Umm, Riddhima are you fine?" questioned Armaan. Riddhima eyes closed, she was ashamed of herself having such thoughts for him. "Yeah, I'll be …. Fine." Stuttered Riddhima. Armaan's eyebrows rose in confusion; what the hell is wrong with her, thought Armaan. "ARGGGGHH, Armaan can't you watch where you're going. You're such a retard, I mean it just takes some common sense to walk properly!" screamed Riddhima. Armaan sighed in relief. "Pheww! Welcome back to reality Riddhima; I thought tumko sleep-walking ka dora pada!" laughed Armaan. "What, Armaan are you ok?" replied Riddhima. "Riddhima when I spilled coffee on you instead of being the annoying human you are and shouting at me, you stared at me as if you were checking me out." Said Armaan. "What? ME, NO WAY!" shouted Riddhima. "Shh! Calm down, it's alright. I have that affect on women," smirked Armaan. Riddhima's mouth hung low as Armaan brushed past her right shoulder; she sensed his smell and closed her eyes in disbelief realizing how much he was affecting her. Soon Riddhima reached office and quietly went to work in her cabin, where as Armaan sat in his Cabin talking to his Business partners with his commanding voice, truly proving that he owned this business. "Mr. Patel, listen to me. We will try to work a thing out for as soon as we can, you can't close a deal which is worth a million dollars," spoke Armaan. "Beeeeeeppp!" The phone hung up, Armaan threw the phone back into it's holder in frustration. His perfectly curved eye lids covered his piercing gray eyes as he sighed in irritation. Riddhima knocked on Armaan's cabin impatiently waiting to talk to him about the new projects in line. Annoyed Armaan slams open the door. "What!" screamed Armaan. Riddhima's eyes grew wider seeing him so angry, she wanted to help him, she wanted to soothe him. "Is something wrong?" questioned Riddhima. He glared at her, her body stiffened to such a deadening stare. "Why do you care; you're just an employee, tell me what you need." Said exasperated Armaan. His words scratched her heart; she didn't know why but she didn't like it when he addressed her as "just an employee." Tears welled up in her heart, Armaan had always hurt her like she's just another desperate girl out there in thirst of money but she wasn't, she was loyal to her job and tried her level best. Armaan looked up to see a pool of emotions in her watery eyes. "Umm, here are the new projects." Cracked Riddhima's voice. She turned around to leave, walking towards the door she cursed herself for letting her emotions take over her every time she saw him. Armaan felt bad, he knew he shouldn't have flipped her off like a piece of paper. She closed the glass door behind her and walked away, leaving an upset Armaan behind. Soon Armaan's mind diverted away from her as he cared less and went back to his busy profession. Riddhima sat on her desk quietly and remembered their first meeting till now and thought of the way he treated her. She didn't know why, he was so important all of a sudden, she didn't know why she felt so possessive about him, and most of all she didn't know why her emotions are different for Armaan than any other guy she interacts with. She was just an employee, nothing more. She wiped her tears, realizing the bitter truth, and promised herself that she'd treat Armaan the same way he treated her and make him feel the pain. She went back to her work, ignoring all the thoughts racing her mind. It was midnight and she was still working finishing up her last few assignments given by Armaan. He was just exiting his cabin when his eyes struck at Riddhima; he glanced at his watch and wondered why Riddhima was working past midnight. He walked over to her. "Riddhima it's midnight, go home and finish your work tomorrow," spoke Armaan. Riddhima closed her eyes in pain; she remembered all the tears she shed for this guy who never have her respect. "I'm just an employee right, you shouldn't be caring about me, as far as I know I'll be here for a while satisfying your commands," taunted Riddhima. He squeezed his eyes in confusion; what the hell is wrong with this girl. "Riddhima, are you alright? You've been really acting up these days. You're not yourself anymore, you're not bubbly, you're not the same girl whose anger is always at peak, you're the not same people who used to make fun of me and laugh about it. You're not you Riddhima. Has something happened?" Armaan let out all his questions. "I'm the same Riddhima. Riddhima Gupta. You've just changed me Armaan. I'm sorry I didn't meet up to your expectations again," said Riddhima. "Riddhima (he held her shoulder from behind trying to console her)," whispered Armaan. "Armaan, please don't touch me. Managers don't try and console their employees," whispered Riddhima. "I'm sorry, gosh. I was frustrated Mr. Patel cancelled that lease we had with them, I don't mean everything I say, and as a matter of fact why do you care if I just regard you as my employee, you never cared about me before, why now? I mean, it's not like you're a sister, or even a friend you don't talk to me on daily basis, if you do it's only about work, so you're my employee aren't you?" asked Armaan. Riddhima's heart ached, she wasn't just an employee. She wasn't just crap, she was Riddhima, and she wanted a name; she wanted to at least call her a friend. "Armaan, I resign," stuttered Riddhima. "WHAT?" screamed Armaan.
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