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Part 4
Armaan entered his house. He knew no one would be home. His parents were at work. His brother ' he was in India. He missed him a lot but he knew he would come here sooner or later and so he was happy. He opened the fridge and found nothing there. "Experiment time dude." Armaan thought. He loved cooking. He knew there would be a good scolding after that his mom but right now, he wanted to cook something. He started mixing random ingredients in the big glass bowl. He then baked it. While it was baking in the oven, he watched some TV and got fresh. Armaan's room was just opposite to that of Riddhima's. His room was neat and clean. He liked being organized. The timer of the oven went off indicating his dish was baked. He took it out and let it cool for a few minutes. Then he took a bite and chewed. "Mmmm'' Yum. Experiment successful. Now for the name of the dish. Hmmmm'. Armaan's special. Yup, that sound good." After eating half of it and leaving the other half for his parents, he went upstairs and decided to do some homework. He studied for 5 minutes and then realized that something was missing. He turned around and saw that his music system was off. He turned it on and he was finally able to study properly. He couldn't study without music. He had to have music on, no matter what he was studying. An hour later, he turned his laptop on and went on Facebook. He had finished his homework and now had nothing to do, so he started surfing the net. Another hour passed and then he flipped the TV on. (He has a TV in his room) He watched the TV for an hour. The bell rand and he went up to open the door. It was his dad. He didn't say anything and went to the living room.
"Armaan, I have to tell you something." Armaan's dad said.
"Yes?" Armaan said with a smile. Armaan's dad was quite surprised at his sudden change in his way of talking. Armaan always talked to him rudely.
"Umm' your brother is coming here. He wants to do his internship and wants to settle here."
Armaan's eyes lit up hearing that. "Really dad?" he asked all excited. This was the first time Armaan had called him 'Dad'. He was surprise but at the same time happy.
"Yup." Armaan went and hugged his dad. He was so happy. His dad had tears in his eyes. He hadn't seen Armaan so happy in ages. Armaan separated from the hug and said, "Thanks dad, thank you so much. You made by day by this news."
"It's ok Armaan."
"Umm' you must be hungry. I will serve dinner."
"Armaan, tum mere bete ho ya beti ho?!"
"No seriously, I think you should eat something. And I was just being nice. Ab bete nice nahi ho sakte kya?"
"No, nothing as such. Jaa mere liye khana le ke aa."
There was nothing in the fridge except for what Armaan had made. He heated it up and served it to his dad.
"Yeh kisne banaya hai? Maine tumhari mom ko to banate hue nahi dekha."
"Dad, yeh maine banaya hai."
Armaan's dad didn't say anything but tasted his dish. He ate half of it and then said,
"Armaan, this tastes really yummie. You made it yourself?"
"Yep." Armaan replied proudly with a big smile on his face.
"That's really good Armaan. I didn't know you could cook so well."
"Thanks dad."
"So, what's the name of you dish."
"Armaan's special."
"And that is the 100th 'Armaan's special' you have made Armaan Mallik." came a voice. It was Armaan's mom.
"Oh shit." Armaan murmured. This time he didn't mind his last name. He had forgotten everything and now he wanted to live every moment he could with his father. But before that, he had someone else to deal with; his mom. "Um. Hi mom."
"Armaan, I know the whole kitchen will be a mes-" she stopped when she saw the kitchen. It was spotless. "Armaan, you clean it up?"
"Yah, because you don'-t like a messy kitchen."
"Thanks a ton beta." She smiled and then took the plate of food from his dad and started munching on it.
"Hey, that's mine." Armaan's dad complained like a child.
"Armaan, tere dad ke liye thoda aur bana de, aur mere liye bhi. This is yum." Armaan's mom said.
"Arre! Aapne mujhe cook samajh rakha hai kya? Main nahi bana raha." Armaan said.
"Apne mom dad ke liye itna sab hi nahi kar sakta tu." (Emotional Blackmail :P)
"Ok, ok. Itna bhi emotional mat ho. Bana raha hun." Armaan cooked the dish for them again and handed it to them. They were eating it so fast that they looked like food hoggers. "Mom, Dad. Slow down. You will get a stomach ache otherwise. By the way dad, kal raat ko aap mere saath match dekh rahe ho na?" Armaan's mom choked on her food hearing this. Was it her son asking his dad to watch cricket match with him? "Ma, you ok? I will get some water for you."
"Armaan. I-I am fine." Her voice was thick with tears.
"M-ma. Kya hua? Aap' aap to kyun rahe ho?"
"Tu tere dad se baat kar raha hai."
"Ma, main dad ko ek mauka dena chahta hun. I-I want to spend time with him."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Are you sure?"
Armaan's dad finally spoke up. "Apne bete ko apne paas hi rakhna chahti ho. Mere paas nahi aane dogi. Hadd hai. Armaan, tumhari ma bohot karab hai. Hume door rakhna chati hai." He said all this seriously.
"Nahi aisi koi baat nahi '" Armaan's mom stopped because his dad burst out laughing.
"Armaan, I have to tell you something." Armaan's dad said.
"Yes?" Armaan said with a smile. Armaan's dad was quite surprised at his sudden change in his way of talking. Armaan always talked to him rudely.
"Umm' your brother is coming here. He wants to do his internship and wants to settle here."
Armaan's eyes lit up hearing that. "Really dad?" he asked all excited. This was the first time Armaan had called him 'Dad'. He was surprise but at the same time happy.
"Yup." Armaan went and hugged his dad. He was so happy. His dad had tears in his eyes. He hadn't seen Armaan so happy in ages. Armaan separated from the hug and said, "Thanks dad, thank you so much. You made by day by this news."
"It's ok Armaan."
"Umm' you must be hungry. I will serve dinner."
"Armaan, tum mere bete ho ya beti ho?!"
"No seriously, I think you should eat something. And I was just being nice. Ab bete nice nahi ho sakte kya?"
"No, nothing as such. Jaa mere liye khana le ke aa."
There was nothing in the fridge except for what Armaan had made. He heated it up and served it to his dad.
"Yeh kisne banaya hai? Maine tumhari mom ko to banate hue nahi dekha."
"Dad, yeh maine banaya hai."
Armaan's dad didn't say anything but tasted his dish. He ate half of it and then said,
"Armaan, this tastes really yummie. You made it yourself?"
"Yep." Armaan replied proudly with a big smile on his face.
"That's really good Armaan. I didn't know you could cook so well."
"Thanks dad."
"So, what's the name of you dish."
"Armaan's special."
"And that is the 100th 'Armaan's special' you have made Armaan Mallik." came a voice. It was Armaan's mom.
"Oh shit." Armaan murmured. This time he didn't mind his last name. He had forgotten everything and now he wanted to live every moment he could with his father. But before that, he had someone else to deal with; his mom. "Um. Hi mom."
"Armaan, I know the whole kitchen will be a mes-" she stopped when she saw the kitchen. It was spotless. "Armaan, you clean it up?"
"Yah, because you don'-t like a messy kitchen."
"Thanks a ton beta." She smiled and then took the plate of food from his dad and started munching on it.
"Hey, that's mine." Armaan's dad complained like a child.
"Armaan, tere dad ke liye thoda aur bana de, aur mere liye bhi. This is yum." Armaan's mom said.
"Arre! Aapne mujhe cook samajh rakha hai kya? Main nahi bana raha." Armaan said.
"Apne mom dad ke liye itna sab hi nahi kar sakta tu." (Emotional Blackmail :P)
"Ok, ok. Itna bhi emotional mat ho. Bana raha hun." Armaan cooked the dish for them again and handed it to them. They were eating it so fast that they looked like food hoggers. "Mom, Dad. Slow down. You will get a stomach ache otherwise. By the way dad, kal raat ko aap mere saath match dekh rahe ho na?" Armaan's mom choked on her food hearing this. Was it her son asking his dad to watch cricket match with him? "Ma, you ok? I will get some water for you."
"Armaan. I-I am fine." Her voice was thick with tears.
"M-ma. Kya hua? Aap' aap to kyun rahe ho?"
"Tu tere dad se baat kar raha hai."
"Ma, main dad ko ek mauka dena chahta hun. I-I want to spend time with him."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Are you sure?"
Armaan's dad finally spoke up. "Apne bete ko apne paas hi rakhna chahti ho. Mere paas nahi aane dogi. Hadd hai. Armaan, tumhari ma bohot karab hai. Hume door rakhna chati hai." He said all this seriously.
"Nahi aisi koi baat nahi '" Armaan's mom stopped because his dad burst out laughing.
His mom's expressions changed from tension to anger. She started running after him and Armaan couldn't help but laugh at his parent's antiques. They were so kiddish. His family looked complete, looked happy and he was happy to know that.
*FLASHBACK*
5 years ago
Armaan's parents had gotten a divorce and Armaan was okay with it. "Armaan beta. I ' I have to tell you something." Armaan's mom said. She didn't know how to break the news to him. He would hate her for this and she knew it very well.
"Ya mom. Go ahead." Armaan waited.
"Beta, I ' I'' I am marrying someone else."
"What?" Armaan got up hearing that. He was only 9 years old, but he understood a lot. "Ma, how could you. First aap dad se divorce lete ho aur ab kisi aur se shaadi kar rahe ho. I hate you mom." He stormed off leaving behind his mom, who was crying.
"Armaan main tumhe kaise samjhau. Kaise."
A few days Armaan's dad-to-be came over to see him and his brother. His brother was ok with his mom re-marrying someone else because he knew the truth, but Armaan, he wasn't. So when his dad-to-be came, he spoke to him rudely.
"Oh, so he is the one huh? Inki wajah se mujhe mere dad se alag kiya gaya hai na. Inhe main kabhi apna dad nahi manuga. I hate him and I hate you mom." Armaan shouted and ran to his room.
"Sorry. Woh ' actually - " Armaan's brother tried explaining but it was no use.
"It's ' its ok beta."
He went to Armaan's room and found him crying. He left Armaan alone because he knew well that Armaan would get angry if you talk to him when he is crying. Armaan's brother left for India after finishing his 12th in Australia. Armaan never accepted his dad as his dad. He always talked to him rudely, if he ever talked to him. He had forgiven his mom after a year but always blamed his dad until yesterday.
He was at a grocery shop doing some shopping with his mom when he heard his mom talking to someone. He recognized the voice was of his ex-dad.
"But tum Armaan se ek baar mil to lo, wo tumhe bohot miss karta hai." Armaan's mom said, almost pleading for her son's happiness.
"Mujhe nahi milna usse. Wo mera kuch nahi lagta. I don't care about him. Maine tumhe choda tha, tumne mujhe nahi choda tha. I hope tumne usse ye bata diya ho. Mera tumse aur tumhare beto se koi lena dena nahi hai. Ok! So just leave. I don't consider both of them as my son. Aur waise bhi tumhara husband hai na, usse dad ka pyaar de-" he was cut off by Armaan's mom.
"Haan hai wo humare saath. At least tumhari tarah hume chod ke to nahi gaya na. he loves Armaan and me. You get that. To uske bare mein to tum kuch bolo hi mat. You get that." Saying this, she stormed out of the store.
Since then Armaan has accepted his dad and now has no problems with his last name.
*FLASHBACK ENDS*
That night, Armaan slept peacefully with a smile playing on his lips.
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Next day
It was recess and Riddhima and Muskaan were standing in the top quad chit ' chatting. Just then they noticed a girl standing all by herself. So, they decided to talk to her.
"Hey, you are new?" Riddhima asked.
"Um' yes."
"Oh ok. I am Riddhima and this is Muskaan."
"Hi! I am Nikita. But you can call me Nikki." Nikki said.
"Oh! Hey Nikki. Welcome to Parra High."
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"Welcome to Parra High dude!" Rahul said.
"Thanks man."
"So Abhimanyu. Can I call you Abhi?" Armaan said.
"Ya sure."
"So dude, what do you have next?" Rahul asked.
"Science."
"Science. Uhhhh. Kill me. :P"
"So you guys are best friends."
"Nope. We are brothers."
"Really?"
"Understand Hindi?"
"Yep."
"Yeh mera mu bola bhai hai. Ok?"
"Oh nice. I get it. :)"
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Hey guys, here it is, Part 4. I hope you all like it.
I might not continue with this FF here. I am not getting the response I was expecting to get. I am not really feeling good about it. People just come, read, like and go. There are hardly any comments that I am receiving and I am feeling really low about it. 😒 Depends how it is this time, or I might have to re think about posting here.
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