~H-D-K-G~ ArSh FF Part 4A Page 19 Nov27'11 - Page 13

" Did you come to this world with a resolve of making my life hell?" Armaan asked jumping put of bed and walking toward her.

" I wish I did that. At least that would prove I won!" she said her eyes glistening with mischief. The plate of enchiladas long forgotten.

" Damn. Loss of sense of humor is a very critical problem today" Armaan replied stepping closer.

" Paying attention to flings too, are we?"

" Better than being a loner, isn't it?"

" Lets see who is loner. The one whose got world's best-est friend in a day, or the one who worked for years and still got none."

" Excuse me. I have more friends than you have."

" Correction Armaan. You have more girlfriends."

"Oh, Ms. Attitude and sarcasm, that's new!"

"Armaan aur itni thaki hui line? That's new too!" ( Go back to First 10 episodes of Dill Mill Gayye. Armaan Riddhima says these last two lines. I don't remember which episode. But instead of Basket, I used Ms. Attitude.)

"Tum sab ke saath aise hi behave karti ho ya am I just that lucky special one?" Armaan asked glaring at her.

" Mein toh aisi hi hoon, par aaj tak tumhare jaisa namuna mila nahi na! "

" namuna?" Armaan says to himself. Then he turns towards her. " Why would you call me an example?"

"What?" Shilpa asked. Then she realized he doesn't speak Hindi much. She looked at his confused face and started laughing hard. His confused face looked so adorable. Armaan's face slowly turned from confused to amused to angry. His jaw clenched making him look irresistible. Her laughter slowly died, but not because of his anger, but because of how handsome he looked.

"Uh. I got this for you. You didn't have dinner because of me, so I thought…" she let her words trail off. She offered him the enchilada plate. He looked at the plate confused.

" I thought we had punjabi." he frowned.

" Well, these were in the kitchen with all that Indian food. I thought it would be for you, as you are all so American." she said, her lips twitching.

" Oh so very nice of you Ms. Model, but Indian food is my favorite. Specially punjabi." He said. He saw her stiffen and than came back to her normal mode in a split of second. Which is attitude.

" Well, a thank you would have been nice." She said sarcastically.

" Well, I didn't ask you to bring it. Don't waste energy that comes from human resources." He said and walked out of the room.

" What? Do you even realize that you are talking rubbish?" She said walking out behind.

"Shh!" He cringed putting a finger on his lips. " Pure ghar ko jagaogi kya?"

She bit her tongue and gave a little slap on her forehead. Armaan shook his head at her and went down the stairs.

" Sorry, but do you even realize you were talking rubbish?" She repeated. This time, whispering.

" You are forgiven. And no I was not talking rubbish." He whispered back. They made there way to the kitchen. It was dark and quiet. Shilpa gulped. Two things she hated and feared were darkness and heights. She heard someone shuffling around, which she guessed was Armaan.

"Armaan!" She whispered out nervously. Nothing. Silence.

" Armaan, dekho mazaak mat karo. Warna mein…mein…"

"Kya bakari ki tarah mein mein kar rani ho Ms. Attitude. " Shilpa suddenly jumped as the light came on and screamed hugging Armaan. She was too shocked to react as Armaan suddenly spoke. Armaan felt as if he was electrocuted. A shiver passed down his spine. He shook his head and whispered to her.

" Shilpa, itni raat ko, tum aisle meri baho mein…log kya sochenge? "

Shilpa suddenly jerked away. " Woh, I am scared of darkness so…" She ignored his sarcasms.

" It's okay Ms. A, hota hai kabhi kabhi. Um, you hungry?" He asked and went towards the cabinets.

" No I had dinner. I will have a coke though." She sat on the counter as he served himself the parathasand sabzi.

"Itni raat ko? Itni raat ko itni thandi soda piogi, toh tumhe thand lag jaayegi, thand se pneumonia, pneumonia se death or tumhari death se mujhse jail, kyun ki itni raat ko soda toh Tumne mere saath hi pi thi na!" Armaan says dramatically, his hands on her sides on the counter, making her bend backward with every word.

" Armaan! " she said pushing him away from her. She glared daggers at him. She is so adorable, was the only thing that came to his mind, which he gently pushed away. Saala kamina , was the only thing that came to her mind, which she didn't even try to push away. he chuckled at her misery.

" Sorry, but it's a house rule. No soda at night. You can have a milkshake. You want any?" He asked.

" Sure, as long as it isn't made by you." She said, and in reply, Armaan smirked.

" Trust me, I am a great cook. "

She made a face. But there was one thing that had got her. Of course intentionally. But back in her mind, the trust me had her locked in.

" okay, but if I don't like it, you will pay the price. " She said.

" No Problem. " He said confidently.

" Won't you ask what I would ask you to do? "

" No, and you will know the reason in a minute. " He winked at her. " What kind of milkshake do you want?"

" Chocolate. " sHe said with twinkle in her eyes.

Within seconds, Armaan was ready with all he needed. He poured milk into the machine, added two chocolate cookies and a little chocolate ice-cream. He turned on the mixture. she closed her ears expecting to hear a loud commotion, but instead she heard only a little humming sound.

" Aapka shahi uh…milkshake tayyar hai mam. "He said with a black mug in his hand. It had Let's make a story written all around it. A Shilpa took it from his hand.

She stared at her milkshake. No Armaan's milkshake. While, Armaan stood there expectantly. She just stared at the mug. Then slowly took a little sip. And than took a bigger sip.

" How is it? " he asked.

" Uhh…it's edible " Armaan raised his eyebrows. " Well, it is good." He turned his head at an angle. " Fine, it is really good, now get over it. You are getting nothing more." She said poking her finger in his forehead. Suddenly his face turned into a weird expression.

" I really need dinner. " He said looking at his plate full of punjabi food. She laughs at him and goes on drinking her milkshake hungrily.

" So why did you move to US?" Armaan asked.

" To make your life hell. Isn't that a reason a good enough?" she smiled sarcastically. Armaan smiled at her, and she noticed surprised that it wasn't his usual mocking one. It was almost real.

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To be continued...