Meeting me (a SR ff) Epilogue updtdpg79COMPLETED - Page 4

OMG, Neha dis is awesome. m totally glued to it. A----R married and Ridz maiya still confused😕

hi Neha 🤗

Woot!! this is really good!! i was a bit disappointed when i read A___R is already married... but u have taken the story forward really beautifully!!

always always knew that perv**t wdnt wait or respect Riddhima's feelings like Sid did! I loved how she reacted!

like neet said, what A___R had was juvenile. After marrying Sid twice n being his wife for almost a year Riddhima's soul wd never accept anyone else as her husband, simply cos no one has or will ever touch her soul the way Sid did!

Riddhima is already on the way to realizing it!! Shanky did the right thing by asking her not to worry about her ex husband but to concentrate on her current husband!

Looking forward to Shilpa-Riddhima face off!!

please continue soon and
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Hi!!
Both parts are Awesome 👏
U carried story very well 😊 A-------------------R are married 😭
Ridz is still conphused 😆
Ewwwman wud never be like our Sid 🤢
Neet Well said 👏 Ridz wudnt be able to accept ewwman as her husband after marrying twice with Sid!!
Hope she wud soon realise her TRUE SOULMATE SID 😉
Looking forward to nxt part!!
Continue soon...........
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Absolutely Amazing....... you have progressed the story really well. It seemed so real reading Riddhima's feeling actions and reactions. She was very much in character 😆 one who can never be happy with what she has ........ I know its harsh saying this but that seemed to be true always to me.

I would really like to say a lot but can't find the words so will once again only say the first thing that came to my mind when I read this update Absolutely Amazing 👏

Love the way the story is shaping up!

Loved the update...............Ridz is the most confused soul...........Eager & looking forward on how the story shapes up.

It is so amazing to see you all here- Some of you woke up memories of the good ol Sidhima days. I missed you guys sooo much. Thank you for the encouragement -I would try to make it as good as I can. Dont be disappointed abt AR marriage- There is a reason why I got them married.

For some amazing reason IF has taken away my pming rights so no pms.. Just keep an eye on the story. Also this chapter is smthg that I really liked so let me know how this works. Finally Siddy boy is gonna be there - just like torturing Ridhima too much to make this easy😆


Chapter 2

The words echoed through her mind leaving no visible imprint. She could not register the words- could not think of their meaning. It was not possible and it left her speechless.

I am your sister Ridhima Di... Shilpa had announced sombrely. " Daddy - I mean - my father is - we are - " she had taken a deep breath " My father is your father too.."

Ridhima had stood up staring wildly at her mother who nodded wiping her tears. It had made her freeze.She had become numb then and acted like an automaton.

" He wanted to see you Di. I came here to find you - I enrolled in Sanjeevani as I needed to see you, to show you that we are family . When I saw that you are so happy here and with Sid.."

Ridhima had looked up at his name- Her eyes flickering as they stared at Shilpa.She remained silent.

"Did- did he know?"

Shilpa shook his head.

"Di ...Daddy .."

"He is not my daddy- My father is here" She looked at Shashank and continued" I dont want to hear about him. I dont want to talk about the person who left me to die"

Shilpa flinched. Ridhima felt an odd sadistic pleasure at the sight

" I dont want to talk about him" she repeated turning to leave

The voice that stopped her was broken

"He is dead"

She had walked out then. Ran out is a better defination- She didnt want to hear this and feel pity for the man who never cared about her. Yes she was his flesh and blood- but she was his daughter but she wasnt. She didnt want to care about the man who was basically a stranger and she wouldnt comply with Shilpa's request of floating his asthi with her.

She had skipped his duties at Sanjeevani and raced home.She had buried herself in the comforter and cried herself to sleep. When she woke up Arman had come in and cradled her in his arms.

"Papa called him and said what happened. I am so sorry,Ridhima"

"I - I -Arman.." she had cried in his arms unable to continue talking.

" Do you want to - I dont know-talk to Shilpa?"

"No.." she had almost screamed. " I dont want to talk to her ever. I - dont want to see her again"

" Okay-okay Basket!!" he had crooned.

They had made the subject of Shilpa and her father a taboo without speaking about it. They both ignored Shilpa's many calls and went on life. Ridhima was now visibly miserable.She didnt know what to or to say
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Arman stared at his locker as he chewed his lip. He couldnt help but worry about Ridhima. The shock of the knowledge of having Shilpa as a sister and the sudden discovery of a dead father had left her reeling.

"Arman" a soft voice began tentatively. Arman turned to see Shilpa wringing her dupatta as she stood behind him.She looked like she hadnt slept for days; automatically he felt for the crazy girl who looked like hell.

" You-you look like hell" he stated matter-of-factly

She managed a grim smile " Every girl dreams of hearing those words"

He laughed shaking his head in apology " I meant are you okay?"

"I am managing. I am worried about Ridhima Di. I know she is not taking this well"
Shilpa said looking down "I didnt want to hurt her. For a long time I thought of not telling her but it was Daddy's last wish"

He wanted to comfort the girl desperately but the name Ridhima clung onto his conscience.Ridhima was-should be his main concern

" I understand but you need to understand that she doesnt want to deal with this-with you now. Coming to Sanjeevani may not have been the best decision" he said gently

"I - I will stay away" she said with tear-filled eyes " I am just worried about her"

"Dont worry" he stated " I know how to bring a smile to her face"

And so he had planned the onslaught of grand romantic gestures.He had handpicked thirty street children and dressed them as cupid. Their job was to present Ridhima with a rose no matter which ward she entered. He had also called on twelve musicians to play in the activity room so that he could serenade her. The entire hospital had gushed over his antics and like he predicted a small smile crossed over her face. What worried him was the time length that the smile remained on her face. She smiled at him seeming geniunely happy but the moment she thought he wasnt looking her smile fell.

It worried him so he thought of a better plan - to remind her that he was and would always be there for her and that he loved her.
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It was a rule- a stern rule that a doctor should be clinically detached from the patient. He or she should think of the patient as a mere subject especially when operating on him. The person being operated on was not a person with family or relations- He was just a ensemble of lungs and heart and other organs. It made the doctor more efficient.

Ridhima had often made lapses of such decision and felt more for a patient than she should. It was one just lapse that led her to make the greatest mistake of her life.
She was a pretty little thing- Gehna Mitra 24 pregnant with her first child- Her smile was radiant as she told Ridhima about her child.

" The ultrasound said it would be a boy" she said and added shyly "I hope it looks like Arvind"

"Your husband" Ridhima asked

"The man going crazy with worries - the one bringing me every thing I want and yet acting like he doesnt care" Gehna replied with a smile

" You two seem to really love each other. How did you meet?"

"It is a long story - He was always there, you know. I used to date his best friend in college. I know -weird! But I used to think he was the one for me and it took three years to realise that what we shared was a deep attraction and first flush of high school crush. With Arvind things were different and though we dont coochie-coo at every given scenario I know I cant live without him"

Ridhima stared longingly at her. She looked so sure of Arvind's love for her -of her love for Arvind. Ridhima could give everything to be so sure, She loved the sweet and talkative Gehna. She me with her every day,stopping for a chitchat during her rounds.

It seemed like a great idea -Now she wasnt sure.

Gehna Mitra lay on the operating table white and stationary. Her cheeks were still red but Ridhima knew that it was over.The heart had stopped beating and the life had ended. The infant lying on the nurse's arms seemed to have realised this for it was wailing.

Or is that what all babies do? Cry..mourn..

It was a boy -just like she wanted- But she wouldnt be there to dress her into the blue one-sie she showed Ridhima,nor would she be able to croon to her baby - She wouldnt be able to see him walk or hear his first word. She would not be able to dress him for first day at school.

The only memory her son would have of Gehna would be the white dead woman lying on the operating table.
Ridhima felt sick and with a slight excuse me she ran- she ran out of the OT. Barely waiting to strip her gown she sank in the couch.

Coffee- coffee- She needed bitter black coffee.She made her way to the cafe when she realised that it was all dark. There were sudden giggles when she entered but then they were hushed. A spotlight switched on and Arman spoke up

'To the most beautiful girl I know- my love,my wife and my Ridhima"

Soft tunes played the song "asmani rang ho" as a big screen projector played out the scenes of their days together. Ridhima stood stunned as she saw the images playing one after another. It was the most intimate moments together and they were on public display.

The song ended and the lights came on. Arman stood up with a single rose in his hand.
" I love you"

She looked up at him but all she could see was Gehna's dead eyes staring at her.She took a deep breath
" Arman we need to talk"

He shushed her :" Later. my love"

He clapped his hands and red rose petals showered upon her. Ridhima stepped back looking at Arman. It was then that she saw Arvind walking towards the gynaecology ward. She felt suddenly sick. Two violinists sat upon their knees and began to play. It was after the third chord that Ridhima screamed " Stop it! Stop -stop"

Arman moved towards her with his brow furrowed " Ridhima.."

" This is a hospital-Not a circus" she said and then turned upon the staff " Dont you have work to do?"

They dispersed as quickly as they could. Arman looked at her in shock " What is wrong with you?"

She shook her head and ran. She raced to the car park.

She could still see her-Gehna Miyra - smiling and blushing - and then the scene shifted and Gehna lay dead on a table. The life was gone- she would never speak again and she had watched as the life dwindled out of the girl as her dreams shattered. She wouldnt speak ever again..

Just like her - it was still difficult to think that- Shilpa's father would never speak again.She could never speak to the man who gave him his blood and DNAShe felt tears running down her face before she realised she was crying. She didnt realise how long she sat on the dirty gravel but as the sky turned gray she realised that Arman would soon come to the car park and she didnt want to see him. She got up and started her car and drove.

She drove for hours, her eyes red from the continous streams of tears that ran from her eyes. Her mind raced with images- It was hours before she stopped the car. Pressing her head on the wheel she cried audibly. She was tired- tired of this game that life was playing with her- tired of not knowing what she wanted- tired of being left behind. She wanted peace -She wanted to go home

She looked up and gasped. Unthinkingly she had drove to one place she never thought she would see again. She was looking up at the Modi penthouse.

A small smile curled her lips.

Sid

After everything in all eventualities she will only think of one person Sid

Life is strange not knowing what one wants what life wants from you what lies ahead really drains the person and I always felt that the confusion that Riddhima was in was only because she was drained so drained of energy that she did not have the strength to answer any of her questions and thus giving rise to more questions and confusion ...........

People always thought armaan as romantic caring person but for me he was always immature selfish person dont know why but that what he was

I am waiting for the next part desperately