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Originally posted by: Hello_01

PART NOT COMPLETED YET, MAY BE BY TOMORROW I WILL UPDATE -

Soon after a while Armaan and Atul walk in, "How are you?" Armaan asked, settling near his feet, "I am good bhai… don't worry." Rahul replied, looking downwards. "Why did you go for a race anyway?" Atul asked, pulling a chair from study table and settling on beside Armaan. "I was angry… simran suggested a bike race – and I said just said okay…" he told, acknowledging his mistake.

"What if you had died in that accident?" Armaan added, when Riddhima Muskan and Anjali walked in, "I didn't die OKAY!" Rahul lowered himself on bed more and massaged his head, due to pain.

"Anjaaaalii!!" Riddhima smacked her again and again, "Ouch Riddhima… chod! Pagal! Ouch ahahahhah" Anjali tried push her apart. Beating her black and blue, not letting a chance to tickle her or either smack her.

"Aree what's happening down here?" Atul smiled walking down the stairs. "Riddhima had lost it Atul, save me!" Anjali laughed trying to push Riddhima off her, while Riddhima had landed on top of her and was hitting her, "Riddhima leave her, and you both might get hurt…" Atul laughed, as he walks in the kitchen. Finally, after hearing Anjali apologizes she let her go…

Riddhima breathed heavily – straightening her hair she walks in kitchen for water.

Reaching home, Armaan saw Rahul coming down with the help of Atul – he thought to volunteer himself for help, but then the morning insult had really upset him; he coldly, without giving another look to anyone walks in his room.

"Wo… Wo Riddhima will tell you – I need to go…" Anjali stumbled over one of his bag as she rushed out – "Ahh – I will be back in a minute…" Riddhima rushed after Anjali facing the door while Armaan's back faced the door; when, his arm came across her way and stopped her keeping an arm around her abdomen and pushed her in the room, while his leg kicked the door close. "Tell me now? What were you to digging up?" he kissed her ear, from behind, "N…nothing at all…" she stammered, and tried to push his hand off her abdomen. "Don't lie! I heard you to searching for something… batoo!" he bit her ear lobe. "Muskan, we were searching Muskan!" Riddhima spoke, "ha ha ha!! You were searching Muskan in drawers!" Arman laughed in her ear, making her kick her head mentally, 'How stupid can I get!' she thought. "Leave me! I need to go!" she struggled in his arm, he stood behind her and kept on pushing her in his arms from their! "do I look stupid enough to leave a rubberier who was doing robbery in my room… hmmm" he questioned her, swapping her around in his arms, making her face him, "I wasn't stealing anything… I promise!" Riddhima looks up in his eyes, with honest and innocence. "Then what were you two up to??" he asked, kissing her cheek. "We need the keys of car…." She told him honestly, as his fingers got tight on her waist, "Why?" pause, "they are here with me!" Armaan added, fishing it out from his hip pocket. "Ohh hoo! You have it – and we searched the whole room!" Riddhima hit her head, and by digging her elbow in his chest – she tried to push him away when he pulls her closer with one arm around her waist and other holding the key securely.

"Why should I?" he teased her, "because I am saying so!" she retorted, glaring at him. "What should I do if you saying soo!" he smirked, "I am you're so to fianc and Anjali said You have to listen." Riddhima spat it, angrily. "ahaha – you friend is mad! Its other way round, you got to hear what I say! 1^st because I am eldest to you and I am man!" he triggered her further, he was happy she was being more open and more of comfortable with him; he was actually looking forward to her – every minute.

He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it – he walks out to see, Atul and Rahul watching Television – he thought to join them; when Rahul's phone rang. He looks up at Armaan with a small smile while Armaan didn't return at all. Settling on a single couch – he heard Rahul speak on phone with Simran, but his eyes was fixed on Television.

Silence evolved in the room,

"What's all about this necklace??" Atul saw Brother staring and thought to change the topic, "After bhai cleaned up my wound, I and Muskan were in the room, and I had got the call from our family jewelers shop. I was going to propose Simran, though I knew somewhere Simran was more close to me due to money – but you know in front of heart people fail to understand that from money we can buy anything but we can't buy a person. Thinking that – I thought providing every small thing to simran would fall her in love with me one day, but at bike race, when I got crushed up in a tree – all the time she cared about was her dress, her self – her dignity, her hair, her bruises, everything started from her and ended on her, I who was their bleeding hold really less importance. In those mere seconds I had learned what I was losing up for her. She never loved me, it was always me…" Rahul ended, with moist eyes. "I am sorry bhai…" Rahul apologized, Armaan smiled softly at him with a nod.

"Let go out for dinner…" Anjali suggest as the three girls walk down, she thought how perfect now it felt three girls for three guys, two gone – and one to go, that is Rahul – 'Oh wow, he smiling at Muskan, and oh wow! That's better as she is not responding, good going Muskan!' Anjali thought, playing a match maker role.

"But Anjali and Muskan didn't naa! We all will go!! And I want to view it at night hours!!" pause, "bass please… we are going!" she left it, orderly. "Okay we will!!" Atul replied, before Armaan would leave another query.

"Rahul Atul Armaan? How much sugar?" she asked from kitchen. "One!! Everyone!!!" Armaan replied, after hearing them. "Okay!" she replied back.

Anjali always had a different relation with Muskan and Riddhima, especially. If a person steps in their life at first, the person might think that Anjali is using or bossing around – but as the person, like all boys stay in their life for a while – they had eventually understood how much Anjali is important in their lives. Any happiness or Problem, it had to be shared with Anjali, no matter what!! She was a bring, who would always show up whenever she was needed, after her it was always Muskan in Riddhima's life – For Riddhima Anjali played a mother role, a fragile and modern girl and Muskan was more like a brave bold dad – who would protect her. Maybe that's why Riddhima didn't miss her Parents that much!!

Shaking her up was the last thing anyone wanted to do, but it was time for her to get up and come out from dreams, as they had to leave for Dinner. Summing up the day in a refreshing dinner, they had fun – enjoyment with lots of masti… with lots of make out, ONLY of Anjali and Atul while the other four just turned their faces away, or mostly girls faces turned white – with no blood! As all were not so bold and happening like the two!!

Muskan was the second one to hit on the bed, as soon Rahul fell for a sleep; Armaan too call it a night – seeing Anjali and Atul engrossed in each other while watching film. The house had fallen asleep and there was a silence creeping up at different corner of house; when Riddhima woke up sweating to herself, she pulls her knee up and move forward to hold her friend in a hug but just to find the place empty. Getting involved in her dream, she let out a soft sob, wincing while calling her friend's name. as she walks with trembling legs to washroom, she checked to find it empty. Tears stroke her eyes, when she walks out of her room, "Mu…skan" she called. "A..njali…" she called out again and again, turning the knob of Rahul's door, she found it locked, knocking few times, she found it deserted, walking down the wood stairs, she found the wood voice, really creeping. Sobbing to herself yet Calling for them softly, she cried and walks to Armaan's room straight as the lounge was very dark, and along with that she prayed Armaan was their least! For her, her room was empty, and her friends were not with her – and now after them Arman struck her mind – she opened the door of his room and steadily walk to his bed, gulping – she called him, "A..rma.n." she went near his bed, she could notice – feel the movement on bed, opening the lap that he had on his side table – she notice his calm face, he was in deep slumber, she heavies a sigh and relax as she found someone at least, but where were her friends, she sobbed and kneeled down on floor – looking at his calm face.

"No…" she grumbled while hiding her face in his shoulder, "come on get in here… for a while! Then you can leave when you feel good, okay" he summed. "No…" she replied, and tugging offs her arm from his waist, gaining her consciousness. "No… uhmm okay, why were you searching for them anyway?" he entangled on arm around her waist, and handled her body perfectly, fixed under his guard. "I… I had a bad dream." She replied, as he separated a lock of hair, away from her face through his free hand. "Really, and you ready to sleep in the empty room upstairs, yet alone again." He spoke in an hoarse voice, looking deep in her green eyes which turned fearful in a second, "I will wake Anjali…" she tried to get up… "no you won't… she might hate you for destroying her moment… my option is still open… no touching no masti!! You can get in bed, and rest be assure that you won't have bad dreams the moment you step in to the sleep with me, here." He kissed her cheek, as she was thinking over it, holding her petite figure through one arm, he saw her nod in a dreaming manner, "should I take this as a yes…?" he asked. She nods once again and he gets separated from her, pushes himself back and provides plenty of space for her, "get in…" he smiled, assuring her as he saw her being doubtful. She keeps her head down on pillow with her back at him, "do you want me to hug you or you going to the other way round?" he began to tease her, and bringing her to almost an edge.

"Arm..an, please keep yourself at a distance…" she manage to speak, with her heart throbbing in her chest, "Only if you close your eyes and sleep." He smiled, as his little princess quivered under the quilt. "I am not comfortable…" she replied, honestly and pushed his arm away from her waist.

"Okay…" he respected and pushed himself away from her, he was afraid that this progress in their relation might not leave any wrong doubt in her mind. So basically, he thought to give her the space and stay with her too at the same time. "You lay on that side of bed, and me here" Armaan moved to other pillow – bring a lot of distance between the two. "Thanks…" she muffled softly. Feeling her heart rust him now more blindly, she had thought he would kiss her – a bit disappoint was there but much was that he won her heart, she felt blissful in that moment, "It's okay, and please go to sleep…" he softly informed and laid straight, heaving a sigh to control the gush of happiness.

With the passing hours, and sun booming in the room – they both stirred up in their places, and opened up their sheds to see that they both were facing each other – staring, he smiled greatly – while she blushed and lowered her eyes, "Good morning…" he whispered softly.

"Good Morning," she replied back, pushing the blanket off her. "Did you have the bad dream again…?" He asked getting up off the bed, "No… not really… thanks…" she started to walk out, profusely blushing with her back at him, "Believe me the pleasure was all mine." He commented walking in the washroom, smiling to all himself.

The day started with quite a joyful start, Riddhima shook Anjali, who was laid on top of Atul – Atul shamelessly stole number of kisses from Anjali as they walk up stairs, following Riddhima, "Where's Muskan…?" Anjali asked, finally push Atul off her and looking at a grinning Riddhima, who knock Rahul's door, "In here!" Riddhima replied. "What? Really? I mean what they two are up to!" Atul frowned as the door got opened up by frowning Rahul, "what are you all up to?" Rahul asked, Atul pushed him away to see Muskan crawled up on the couch.

"You fell asleep here – while we were having snacks and talking!" Rahul pulled the blanket from her, as her feet's stumbled in it, saving her from any sort of falls. "yeaa…. I guess!!" she rubbed her head, as she walk out of the room with a smiling two other girls behind her.

Enjoying the most of the day at Armaan's firm, with lots of masti – they tried their best not to annoy Armaan at all but Riddhima had most often triggered him, which had left him blown off but he could dare say her anything now can he!! – but in return he would just glare at her and she would just go away to other mischievous by mumbling a Sorry, in a most cutest manner possible that would make him so helpless that he would just shake his head and wait for another mischievous act of her and Atul!!!

Armaan had remained mum, as he stood between a 5 workers, who were trying their best not to laugh. Then he himself shriek into giggles he saw her greasing Rahul and Muskan's face with machine oil a punishment to their team, – he knew Rahul couldn't dare do butt-kicking – so it was fair enough! He chuckled and forced himself to concentrate on work.

Daring Atul to ask a worker to take out his shirt for him, had blown off the worker, but somehow Riddhima had apologized to worker saying that it was all her fault and if he took her like her daughter than he would forgive Atul. Seeing Riddhima shed tear, crocodile tears – the worker had nodded his head and began to work. They were worried if Armaan came to know that worker was upset by their act then he really might blow away. So ending their stupid game, they all sat down on floor while listening to each other's story.

"Armaan! Sunnn! Sorry yrr!" Atul tried to stop, everyone's face fell – but Riddhima felt the worst. "I guess, he be okay by evening, let's get going… before he kill us all!" He chuckled and led everyone to car.

"Excuse me where did Armaan Go?" she asked the lady that set into a furnished office beside the suffocated Industry! "ma'am he is busy – but he is at 5^th floor!" Receptionist informed. "Thank you…" Riddhima smiled and rushed in the lift. Her heart raced at different opinion, most of it said, Not to go and few were left over to be confidence and apologize!

Getting uncomfortable she gulped and was about to take one more move when a hand from behind grabbed her arm, and pulled her in a compound room that had cleaning things, it was more of store room! - a hand was kept over her mouth to prevent her from shouting, "What are you doing here!" she heard the familiar voice, relax she sighed with close eyes till he left her and turned her, "I asked you! What are you doing here?" he frowned, seeing her smile. She shook her head, "I am sorry – about the way I behaved here from morning... Till now! You must have been very much embarrassed. I apologize, please don't be angry at me…" she moved closer and hugged him, Armaan who was taken aback by the hug, just smiled and ran a hand over her back,

"Sorry! If I hadn't than everyone would have greased my face with machine oil and you know its soo ewwww!" She explained, "Yea I know! But if you really are sorry than to compensate it – just kiss me on cheek and you are off the hook!" he replied, grinning.

"Okay!" He closed his eyes and lowered his head to her level, feeling her fragrance getting closer and closer – he smiled and felt heavens when her soft petal caressed his smooth shaved cheek, making his dimple form up, he sighed, "I like those dimples of yours!" she commented and ran before he could even open his eyes

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