New AR ff:Everything You Want*Pt11*20|5.Pg35 - Page 22

Hey !

Just read this fic and loved it.
The one liners are pretty amusing and unique.
Different writing style, u got. And m really looking forward to the next update! 😊

Love
Vini

Originally posted by: coolvini4u

Hey !

Just read this fic and loved it.
The one liners are pretty amusing and unique.
Different writing style, u got. And m really looking forward to the next update! 😊

Love
Vini

thanks,now had a reply when i almost thought every one forgot this ff
thanks a lot for the appreciation
i surely update soon
swetha😊

nice ff
do pm me when you update it

Originally posted by: -Prithi-

nice ff
do pm me when you update it

thanks will update u fo'sho

hey! wen will u update?

Originally posted by: coolvini4u

hey! wen will u update?

i am updating in few mins😊

Part 10

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Keerti Mallik aka Mrs.Mehra closed out her e-mail thinking what Armaan would say if he knew the real identity of his house keeper, she couldn't bear thinking about it, his son hates her for leaving him in the hostel when he needs a home the most.

So here she is giving her best to make a home for his son as being his house keeper n making the traditional farm house in to a combination of a nature n modern filled home and she succeeded to an extent n still there are a few things she need to done like kitchen dcor n electrical supply n all and she can leave this place to his son without him knowing she is the one who arranged it

A worker for the house(still) came n said "Exhaust fans should be installed in bath room if you take long showers it keeps the steam from building up"

Armaan like his showers long n hot, she remembered that much from his teenage years, but for all she knew, he could have become one of those men who took short showers n dressed in five minutes. Painful to know so little about your child, although she should be used to it by now.

Armaan bought the farm from a distant relative, she kept tabs on her son through her network of connections, that's how she learned he intended to hire some on who supervise in rehabbing the house. Then she know what to do, all these would finally make a home for her son. Armaan's real estate agent hired her in ten minutes n named herself as Mrs.Mehra for the old fantasies which she dreamt of being Mrs.Shubankar Mehra which remained as dreams

She walked to her favorite place here a pond n sat there thinking, sooner or later, Armaan was going to uncover her deception and that would be the end of it. He wouldn't scream at her at, it wasn't his way but his unspoken contempt was harder to bear than screaming.

If only she could finish his house before he saw through her charade, maybe he would feel at least a little of what she left behind-her love n regret

Unfortunately Armaan wasn't a big believer in redemption his scars ran too deep to forgive her.. scars she had put there

Keerti Mallik, who knew all about having fun but nothing about being a mother, she ignored the her own child coz her teenage love Shubankar refused to take up her n her child duty..she was so love in with him n had immense faith in him that she never thought to abort the child till she got hit by reality it's too late, then she started showing her anger towards her own child by ignoring him by keeping him out of her life n in hostel only meeting when necessary..Neither she can get rid of him nor keep with herself when he reminds her of her biggest mistake in life..but she was young then.

The form belonged to the valley. Armaan and Riddhima arrived at sunset when low clouds of orange, lemon draped the surrounding hills like ruffles on a dancer's skirt'heavy. A most peculiar place to have in a state like Rajasthan. A bumpy drive led from highway to the house. As Riddhima caught sight of it her current disasters slipped from her mind.

The house is big, rambling with large farm where can you keep growing the plants you like in the season to season. The oldest and largest part of

The house was built of stone with a deep front porch and long, double hung

Windows. This had been no hardscrabble farm but a once Prosperous lively farm house.

Riddhima took in the mature trees and overgrown yard, the barn, fields. She couldn't imagine a more unlikely spot for a big-city celebrity like Armaan. She watched him head toward the barn with the grace of a man at home in his body, and then she returned her attention to the house. She wished she could have come here under different circumstances so she could enjoy this place, but the farm's isolation made her situation more difficult. Maybe she could get hired by one of the crews working on the house. Or she'd find something in the nearby town, although it was barely a dot on the map of the town. Still, she only needed a small amount of money. Once she had that, she'd rent a cheap room, print up new flyers of her paintings, and start all over again. The trick was getting Armaan to let her stay here rent free while she put her life back together.

She had no illusions about why he'd brought her to the farm. By not giving what he want that first night, she would turn herself into a challenge'a challenge he'd forget about the instant one of the local beauties caught his eye. That meant she'd needed to find another way to make herself useful to him.

Think..Think..Think Riddhima Think'

Just then, the front door opened and one of the beautiful women riddhima had ever seen stepped out, as the woman reached front step riddhima realized she wasn't as young as she had first though may be in her late thirties.

Was she a model? An actress? Probably one of Armaan's girlfriends. With such dramatic beauty, a few years' age difference hardly signified. Although Riddhima didn't care about fashion, she was suddenly conscious of her own shapeless jeans, baggy T-shirt, and unkempt hair, which drastically needed a decent cut.

The woman took in her presence curiously, and her wide, crimson-slashed mouth curved in a smile. "Lost?"

Riddhima took a little time to answer. "Well . . . I know where I am geo graphically, but, frankly, my life's kind of a mess right now."

The woman laughed a low, husky sound. There was something familiar about her. "I know all about that." She came down the steps, and Riddhima's sense of familiarity grew. "I'm Mrs.Mehra"

This sexy, exotic creature was Armaan's mysterious house keeper? No way. "I'm Riddhima".

Right then, Riddhima knew those Riddhimagray eyes. Boot heels struck the gravel.

The woman before her getting her shock slowly n steadily. The boot heels came to an abrupt stop, and Armaan stood in the shadow with him seeing everything while they can only see the outline of his body, his legs braced, arms tensed at his side. The woman might have been his sister. But she wasn't. Not his girlfriend, either. The woman with the stricken ocean Riddhimaeyes was the mother he'd dismissed so brutally just that morning when Riddhima had asked about his family. He stopped for only a moment, he stalked across the overgrown lawn. "What the F**** you are doing here".

Riddhima flinched. She couldn't imagine blasting her mother with the f-word, no matter how angry she got. But then, her mother was incapable of being affected to verbal attacks. This woman wasn't

The dazzling charm Armaan employed so skillfully was gone. He looked stony and remote. She understood his need to withdraw, but now wasn't the time for it. "If I were a lesbian," she said to break the tension, "I would totally go for her."

The shuttered look vanished and outrage took its place. "Thanks"

"I'm just being honest. And I thought my mother drew a lot of attention."

"How do you know she's my mother? Did she tell you?"

"No, but the resemblance is hard to miss, although she must have been twelve when she had you." She said thinking her inappropriate joke of his mother's age may lighten mood

"A damned deep resemblance, that's for damn sure." He headed for the front door.

"Armaan. . ."

But he was already gone.

Riddhima didn't share her mother's intolerance for violence...witness her recent meeting with summit...but the idea of that exotic creature with the wounded eyes being its victim bothered her, and she followed him into the house.

Evidence of the renovation was everywhere. A staircase with an unfinished banister, along with a wide, plastic draped opening that must lead to the house's primary living area. The smell of fresh paint and new wood permeated everything, but Armaan was too intent on finding his mother to check out the changes.

"Believe me," riddhima said, "I understand what it's like to have serious maternal issues(ask me about silly mummy issues..lol), but you're not in the best state of mind to deal with this. Maybe we should talk it through first?" she said following him

"Let's not talk then" Shoving aside the plastic, he peered into the living room only to hear footsteps overhead. He headed for the stairs.

She had more than enough trouble of her own, but instead of letting him go, she stayed at his heels. "I'm just saying that I think you need to give yourself a little time to cool off before you confront her."

"Hell with your logics"

He'd already reached the top with Riddhima only a few steps behind. The smell of paint was stronger up here.

His mother emerged from a bend in the hallway with papers in her hand. "I'm not sorry." She met his eyes defiantly. "I've worked harder than any real house keeper."

"I want you out of here," he said in a cold steel voice that made Riddhima flinch.

"As soon as I get everything organized."

"Now."

"I've done a good job."

"Pack up."

"I can't go now. Tomorrow, the men are coming with the kitchen countertops. I have electricians showing up and painters. Nothing will be done right if I'm not here."

"I'll risk it," he snapped.

"Armaan, don't be stupid. I'm staying at the tenant's cottage. You won't even know I'm around."

"You couldn't be invisible if you tried. Now get your crap together and get out of here." He brushed past Riddhima and headed downstairs.

The woman stared at his retreating back. Her head came up, her shoulders straightened, but then her weight seemed too much for her. The papers dropped from her fingers. She bent down to pick it up, then sat on the floor instead, her spine pressed to the wall. She didn't do anything as dramatic as bursting into tears, but she looked so sad that Riddhima's heart went out to her.

"I wanted . . . to make a home for him. Just once."

Riddhima's own mother would never have thought of anything like that. Padma Gupta understand all about peace making n fighting for rights, but she knew nothing of homemaking.

"Don't you think he's a little old?" Riddhima said softly.

"Yes. Too old, I'm not a horrible person. Not now."

"You don't seem horrible."

"You probably think I shouldn't have done this, but, as you can see, I didn't have anything to lose."

"Still, hiding your identity probably wasn't the best way to manage reconciliation. If that's what you're looking for."

"It's too late for that. I just wanted to fix up this place for him, then get away before he figured out I was his Mrs. Mehra" With a self-conscious laugh, she lifted her head. "I'm Keerti Mallik. I haven't even introduced myself. This must be embarrassing to you."

"Not as much as it should be. I have an unhealthy curiosity about other people's business." She noticed a little color returning to Keerti's(she was too young to call "aunty") pale cheeks, so she kept talking. "I don't actually buy the gossip magazines, but if I walk into one gossip, I hardly can ignore"

Keerti gave a shaky laugh. "There's a certain fascination in reading about other peoples' screwups, isn't there?"

Riddhima smiled. "Would you like me to get you something? A cup of tea? A drink?"

"Would you . . . just sit with me for a minute? I miss being around women. The men who work here are great, but they're men."

Riddhima had a feeling Keerti didn't easily ask for help. She understood all about that. She sat on the floor across from Keerti and searched for a neutral topic. "I like what you've done."

"I tried to make the renovations fit the bones of the house. He's so restless. I wanted him to be able to relax here."

"He seems pretty high maintenance."

"He gets it from me."

Riddhima ran her hand over the worn, polished floorboards. In the sunlight, they'd gleam like honey. "You've accomplished a lot."

"I've loved doing it. You should have seen what it looked like when I got here."

"Tell me about it," Riddhima said.

Keerti described what she'd found when she arrived and the changes she'd made. As she spoke, her love for the house shone through. "We're further along up here than downstairs. All the beds have been set up, but there's not much else. I was planning to attend some estate sales soon to supplement the furniture he's already ordered."

"Where are the doors?"

"Being stripped and refinished. I couldn't stand the idea of putting in new ones."

Downstairs, the front door opened. Keerti's expression clouded, and she quickly rose to her feet. Riddhima needed to leave them alone, so she stood, too.

"I have to call the contractor," Keerti said as Armaan came up the stairs.

"Don't bother. I'll figure it out, I think I can handle it," he said tightly. "If I have any questions, I'll be sure to send you an e-mail."

"I need at least a week to get everything organized before I can leave."

"Forget it. I want you out of here tomorrow." He kept his foot on the top step, blocking Riddhima's exit point. He stared coldly at his mother.

"I can't leave that fast. There's too much going on."

"You'll have tonight to get organized." He deliberately turned his back on her so he could inspect the bathroom.

The first hint of request came into Keerti's voice. "I can't walk away from this job, Armaan. Not when I have so much invested in it."

"Hey, you're good at walking away. Remember how it was?" he said with no non sense voice.

Riddhima watched Keerti lift her chin to look up at him. "I don't like to drive at night."

"You used to tell me that night was the best time to be on the road."

"Yeah, but I was not myself when I said that"

Her response was so in-your-face that Riddhima couldn't help feeling at least a little admiration.

"The good old days." A corner of Armaan's mouth curled unpleasantly,

and he headed back down the steps.

Keerti followed him, addressing the back of his neck, her show of

rebellion fading. "A week, Armaan. Is that too much to ask?"

"We don't ask things from each other, remember? Hell, of course

you remember. You're the one who taught me that."

"Just . . . let me finish here."

Riddhima watched from the top of the stairs as Keerti reached for his arm, only to draw back before she touched him. The fact that she couldn't touch her own son struck Riddhima as sad beyond words.

"The tenant's cottage is out of sight of the house." Keerti stepped in front of him, forcing him to acknowledge her. "I'll be with the workmen during the day. I'll stay out of your way. Please." Her chin came up again. "This . . . means a lot to me."

Armaan was unmoved by her pleas. "If you need money, I'll write you a check."

Keerti's nostrils flared. "You know I don't need money."

"Then I guess we don't have anything more to say to each other."

Keerti finally realized it is waste of energy and time to talk to him and pushed her trembling hands in the pockets of her jeans. "Sure. Enjoy the place."

Riddhima couldn't bear watching Keerti's heartbreaking attempt to hold on to her dignity. Even as she told herself this wasn't her affair, the unplanned, ill-advised words came spilling out.

"Armaan, your mother is dying."

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p.s.i know the stuff is totally filled with mommy issue of Armaan well i just wanna make it move so i am like totally involved all the issue in one part,i tried my level best to make it light with riddhima comment in middle but watching Indian dramas dont make it any better to not make it make it dramatic😆 even though i am inspired by an english novel,i hope u all got a shape of what i wanna say,its two troubled ppl meet n how their life goes is all this about n the farm house is a base area now

finally i dont know how many missed my ff,i surely didnt though(i know how bad i am in writing) but now that i am on break i wanna torture u guys so who ever are now ready for my torture plzz inform me so i can torture only the poor souls who are ready for it

oops too much for a p.s.

thanks all

swetha😊