I closed my eyes as darkness settled around me. It was a sin, something unforgettable. But then why did it feel so right then? His touch wouldn't leave the tip of my skin at all, even though right now he was nowhere near me. His kissing, his caressing.. his love? I knew I loved him. But did he love me, was the question which circled my thoughts day in day out ever since I realized my feelings for him.
We had a sort of live-in relationship. Like housemates. Something my Mum would have beaten out of me had she no more disowned me when I ran away. Something my dad would have locked himself up for in his room, for days on end without food as a means of torturing me, had he believed I was alive. That's right, I was dead to my family the moment I stepped out of the house at the age of eighteen, which closed me like a prison cell.
Just loved the way you described her feelings for him <3
Kinda gives me an impression of the kind of an upbringing she had. Glad she ran away. TRULY glad she ran away. But at the age of eighteen, she has guts in the story man! <<<33333
But why such a huge step, you would ask. Especially if you grew up in the UK, where human rights exist in ever corner. Obviously, that's besides the fact, you have hidden cameras in every corner too, denying you of privacy, someone would joke. However, ten years back, growing up in the Indian immigrant and struggling side of the UK had no freedom of speech. And if you were a kid, you had to breathe on your parents orders. Then getting girls married off to a man twice their age after completing middle school, who just wanted a residency permit in the UK and was proud of domestic violence was no big deal. I would know, after all I watched my sisters and cousins in my joint family go through all that.
Uh... Kinda makes me feel sorry for her. She grew up in a foreign country with villagers as her parents.. I can only imagine how embarrassed she would be in front of her friends, and not just that, one has to move with the flow, we cant cling to certain things only because others want us too:)
But I was the lucky one, they all said. I got to complete high school, and not everyone who tried, passed with shining results like I did which very easily got me a job as an accountants assistant in an engineering firm, far away from my home town which I'd run away from. I am who I am because of my parents.However, because of that, did I need to sacrifice my life, on their bidding? I wouldn't mind doing that either, but not once had they asked me to choose my own groom. Else I wouldn't be the sales manager's secretary today. That's where I met him. He was my new boss, two years back.
I am so happy she did not sacrifice her life for someone else, I would do the same:)
Every female staff in the firm ogled at him. They all dreamt about him. But I wanted to just live life, find my prince charming like every other girl and start a loving family with him. That was my aim in life. Nothing too big. I had ceased to please my parents. They sure were happy when I got grades, but the delight to see their child with such a bright future ahead of them wasn't there. Instead, now I look back, it seemed more of a relief. Because I had begged to do high school which they finally consented to. Now they could get me married. Was I not wanted that much? I often wondered.
She had a very very conservative upbringing... Armaan, as usual, is HANDSOME <3
They all envied me, for having a hot, good looking, thirty year old boss, with a name itself to die for, Armaan Mallik. However, no one mentioned those magnetic, electrifying blue eyes that always drew my own hazel ones towards them. Those marbles had every emotion reflected in them. But the most dominant one was pain. Eons and eons of agony, which I had been trying my hardest to erase ever since I gave my heart out to him.
Do I read LOVE already????
He wasn't the demanding sort of boss, who wouldn't let his employees rest. As long as you did your work, he was fine with you. And if there was a mistake, he never hesitated to lend a helping hand. If he was such a great person, then why did he have hurt etched in those beautiful eyes of his, I always found myself questioning.
Because of his wife I suppose.. Curious about it though, why did they get divorced??????
He worked hard. And he made us work hard. One night, as his secretary, he kept me in quite late into the night which I was very apprehensive of. Why, you wonder. Because I lived in a tacky, shabby apartment block where once it's dark, you get loafers hanging around the entrance, drinking, smoking and making a riot. It's not like I didn't earn enough money to change my apartment block and live in a much more decent place. I'm a saver more than a spender and have always been so. I had enough savings over the years to buy myself a small, but decent house. The problem is, I just don't find the time to go house searching. As he kept me in, he insisted on dropping me home, and it was hard to miss those drunkards, talking over the top of their voices around the building. Not many people were around either. The residents were mostly at home, with their problems to mind. Everyone knew a girl shouldn't walk through these people alone in the dark. At the thought of that, my heart quickened pace.
Before I knew it, he was by my side, slipping his hand into mine with a reassuring simle on his face. His eyes had such warmth in them, then why was he drowning in so much sorrow, I found myself questioning again.
"I'll go around the back.." I whispered but he shook his head and led me forward.
Q.Can Armaan be more adorable?
A. NO!!!!!!!!!!
AWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i LOVED IT! ( I have used the word "love" SO many times here now, but I just cant find a better word..!)
He is so...*sigh* I wish I get a guy like him, a typical teenage fantasy I know. But they dont make guys like that any longer!
"Heyy Miss, got someone to warm your bed tonight?" I was sure my cheeks flushed, but I ignored them, like I always do at night when their voices float up to my bedroom window. "Why didn't you just ask one of us?" they guffawed and high five-ed each other, embarrassing me in front of my boss. What would he say? At that point, his hand went around my waist, and I swear that must have been the first time I felt my heart flutter, only for him. They didn't do anything with him around. I gave him a grateful smile before inviting him inside my clean, one roomed apartment. Yes, I was a neat freak.
"I'm sure you earn enough to stop living here." He told me while I was in the kitchen boiling tea for him.
Thank God he mentioned it! C'mon! "I dont have time" Is that even an excuse??????? Duh!
"I do. But I don't have time to look for a better place. And from what I've seen, I haven't liked." I replied, quite conscious that I had invited my boss inside my house for tea. Silence pursued. I brought out the tea and homemade biscuits for him, which he bit into while I just sat on a chair opposite him on the dining table, silent.
"These biscuits are good," he complimented and I smiled automatically. He liked them.
I suppose she made them??????
"Thank you," I replied and once more, all was silent. Awkward? Very much. My mother had always told me I wasn't a good converser. Well, she had been right.
"No husband will love you if you can't cook good food and entertain and impress his guests with a good conversation!" My mum used to tell me when I was thirteen years old.
How typical!
"I wouldn't get married then. My husband will love me for who I am." I used to reply cheekily. Little did I know that my marriage was already on their minds, for as soon as I turned sixteen, I was shown the picture of a man. My begging and crying and will to study did the trick however, only for a short period of time.
The perfect answer! <3 How do u spell Riddhima's mom????? B-I-T-C-H!
The clattering of the glass cup on the plate and pretty soon I was bidding him a farewell.
"Please take the back door," I pleaded urgently, and he smiled. "Why are you smiling?" I asked, unsure of what joke I had made. Maybe I had something on my face. But his smile was not a mockery. It was a genuine one.
"Feels nice to have someone care after so long," he replied quietly, his smile and dimples which I just noticed, fading. But I had the answer for that.
LOL! Armaan feels for her too!
"Same here," and I allowed myself to dive into his those blue enigmas that screamed loneliness. I wanted to help him. Yes I did. So much that I found myself thinking of his smile when I shut the door behind him.
I heard the key turn in the lock, and felt my lips tug at the ends. He was back home. I wasn't his wife to ask him where he went or what he was doing, but I did warm up his, sorry our dinner that I had cooked. How could I eat when he hadn't had anything? Even though I wasn't sure he loved me, I loved him, didn't I?
"Riddhima?" He called out, and I went to him, after switching on the kitchen lights, which I had forgotten to do once I was lost in the past. His four year old daughter, Sia came running up to me and I took her in a hug. What innocence those blue, sparkling eyes of hers, no doubt from her dad, had!
"Sia, I've made cheesy macaroni for you. Would you like that?" Sia nodded and I glanced once at Armaan. He was staring affectionately at his daughter and our eyes suddenly met.
Hmmm... he has a child? I am more than Ok with it! She will just help them come together! Is she does not, she is her mom's daughter! But m sure she is Armaan's daughter too! (slyly) When do we get Armaan AND Riddhima's daughter?????
"Uhmm..you don't mind that do you?" I added in a hasty whisper and he shook his head. Things had turned slightly awkward since, well, since that night. But how did it happen in the first place? How did I move from that dingy little apartment of mine, to his flourishing home?
After he dropped me off, the next day he didn't mention it at all, which was a sort of relief to me. However, we both knew there was more work, which meant quite a few late nights in his office. On those days, he forced me to go and sleep at his house to save further trouble. Then one morning, while making tea,
"Why don't you just move in?" he asked genuinely. Sia was with her mother at that point, and I had no clue about her existence. I nearly choked on that statement and gulped the burning fluid down my throat.
"I..uhmm..I can't do that.." I fumbled, feeling my cheeks turn hot. Yes readers, at that point, I'm not afraid to say, I was already smitten by him.
"I don't mean it that way. I mean, just as friends. It gets quite lonely when Sia is not around.." I frowned.
"Sia?"
"My daughter." He gave me one his heartfelt smiles. He had a daughter! So, where was his wife then? Was she even alive?
""Oh, my wife and I are divorced.." he probably sensed the question in my eyes which widened as I muttered a quick,
"Sorry.."
"I know the house is mine, so there's not much rent you can chip in with besides the tax which I won't let you, but I really need someone to do the grocery shopping which I can't manage at all..!" He complained, making me giggle. "Then I can make you over work too..!"
"Are you trying to persuade me to shift in or run away?" I asked, laughing. His eyes shone in amusement. But why would he want me to shift in? The question was answered.
"It gets lonely sometimes. And I could do with a friend to cheer me up." He put in sincerely, his eyes pleading, loneliness taking over again. He needed a friend, and I needed a decent place to stay without spending hours looking for a suitable house. It seemed like a plan. I vowed to myself, that I will try and be the best friend I could be, without letting my feelings in the way. Little, at that point, did I know how wrong I was
I AM JUST SO GLAD THAT SHE MOVED IN!
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