Chasing Shadows - Chapter 6-Pg118, NOTE-Pg120 - Page 75

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Chapter 5: Comfortable Silence

We make ourselves a place apart

Behind light words that tease and flout,

But oh, the agitated heart

Till someone find us really out

-Revelation: Robert Frost

"Look at him with that girl there.." Muskaan narrowed her eyes, scowling. "Do you believe his guts? He goes around for nearly a month, looking at me as if he's dying without me. And look at him now. I just don't believe him. I can't believe he actually bought a date to this stupid event. And who's my date? My stupid best friend." Muskaan seethed; Riddhima stared at her, amused. "He just makes me want to tear my hair off!"

Riddhima sighed. "Well, you're not the only one, I feel like doing that too. Armaan. I just-I can't believe he said all that to me." Riddhima muttered, frustrated.

"But at least you knew Armaan was an ass. Imagine me. I fell for this this guy. How, how did I ever fall for him?" Muskaan moaned.

"Because for a while, he made you believe you could actually be special to someone." Riddhima said quietly, but Muskaan was too swamped to hear her. Her eyes left Muskaan and began looking around, until she realised she was looking for someone specific in the crowd, and she found him - having a laugh with a few other boys from their course, without a care of the world. Reprimanding herself, she turned her gaze back to her drink. "Muski, do you think I was wrong?" Riddhima asked her best friend the one question that had been plaguing her mind all day. But as she looked up at Muskaan when she didn't get a reply, she realised her best friend had probably not even heard the question; she was staring fixedly at Rahul and his arm candy. Riddhima smiled smugly, and took a large gulp of her drink. Her best friend obviously had problems of her own, too many of them, to notice her's. Everyone had their own problems. Wasn't that exactly what Armaan had meant? That people were too busy in their own lives to care about her. Wasn't that exactly what he had implied? But then again, she knew something Armaan didn't: she was used to this rejection'

"You know what?" Muskaan said loudly, finishing her drink in one big swallow, breaking Riddhima's thoughts. "i'm not going to sit here all alone. If he can bring a date, I'll go home with one." Muskaan grinned stupidly. Her third drink had finally taken a toll on her. Riddhima rolled her eyes; this only meant she would have to remain sober so she can carry Muskaan home safely. Before Riddhima could stop her, Muskaan had swerved her way to the dance floor and had begun her usual - attracting male hormones with her sensual moves. Riddhima looked at Rahul across the bar; unlike Muskaan, she had noticed his eyes flitting over to their table every few seconds. Sure enough, his 'date' had only been a ruse to make Muskaan jealous. And his plan had worked. Only, now Muskaan was playing the same game. Games. All games, Riddhima wondered. People just loved playing games with each other. Why couldn't those two just get a move on and tell each other what they really felt? Why not just be honest for a change? Wouldn't that make everyone happy? Then why wasn't she herself doing that?

For the first time, Riddhima asked herself a question she had never once even thought about - was she really hiding? Was she hiding from the world just like Muskaan and Rahul were hiding from each other? But how could she not? When she had been herself, her true self, she had been hurt, hurt beyond repair. And now, well now was a whole different story. Now, she was everything a normal girl aspired to be - popular, liked, admired. But even so, she didn't find one person around her who she could truly rely on. Her mind argued at the blatant assumption: she had Muskaan! She had other friends! But one look at Muskaan, and she wondered if she even had her to depend on. Today was a good example; Riddhima had narrated everything that had happened between her and Armaan, but Muskaan's attention had tumbled as soon as Rahul had walked in with another girl. And Riddhima doubted Muskaan remembered anything after that, since she had drowned the shock of seeing Rahul with someone else in her drinks.

She looked across at Muskaan, then Rahul. Frowning, she made her way to the bar. Surely, Muskaan didn't need her. Rahul would look after her in any case.

She ordered two drinks for herself, and once she had paid, she downed them both in one go. Today, she didn't care at all; its not like anyone cared about her anyway. She blinked a few times and saw the bartender stare at her bemused. "WHAT?!" She barked. "Give me another one!" She snapped. The bartender shot her a dirty look, but began mixing her drink anyway. But no matter how many drinks she had, she didn't feel her anger ebbing away like she had presumed. If anything, the anger was just giving rise to a whole load of bitterness, complexities and insecurities - and Riddhima knew, that she was finally facing an encounter with all those feelings she had buried deep within her. But in spite of that, the lightness in her head exceeded the heaviness of her heart. She turned towards the dance floor, swaying, her expensive Jimmy Choos were not supporting her really well. Nevertheless, she began to walk toward the dancing crowd, looking for Muskaan, Rahul any familiar face. In some part of her brain, a distant voice was telling her that she was way past her capacity, and the drinks would be taking a serious toll on her. She caught sight of Muskaan, and smiled with relief, but realised she was busy dissolving in someone's passionate embrace. Riddhima's mind raced, this didn't look good, she had to stop Muskaan, her sober self yelled. But the next second, she identified the stranger to be Rahul, and Riddhima felt relief course through her once again. She continued gazing at them, locked into each other, without a care of the world. She smiled, happy for her best friend, but she didn't realise when tears of sheer loneliness began to make their way down her beautiful, pain-filled eyes. She saw Rahul's arms hold Muskaan possessively, as if he would never let go; Riddhima wished she was her.

But no, Rahul and Muskaan loved each other, and she should be happy for them. No matter how much they elevated that feeling of loneliness Riddhima tried so hard to suppress. Suddenly feeling extremely nauseous, she tore her gaze away from the duo and the next minute, she found herself outside the club. The harsh winter cold felt welcome after the suffocating heat inside. Holding on to the damp wall , Riddhima tried to remember names from her contact list. Who could she call to take her home safe? She knew she was more of a danger to herself tonight, and the drinks now seemed to be a bad idea.

And great, now it was raining, Riddhima groaned, feeling her face dampen.

"Riddhima?" She heard a distant voice call out to her. "Are you okay?" It was such a sweet voice, Riddhima smiled. She could hear the concern in those words even in her drunken state. But who was it?

Opening her heavy eyes, her vision blurred, she saw Armaan's face looming over her.

As soon she saw him, her eyes widened slightly. No longer being able to hold herself, she turned around, and before she knew it, the lump in her throat had made its way out her mouth. "Riddhima!" She heard him exclaim, and felt warm hands rubbing her back.

If there was one state which Armaan never imagined seeing Riddhima in, it was this. His eyes had fallen on her just as she had stumbled her way to the door of the bar, and out of concern, he had followed her out. He was glad now, that he had, because he could tell from one look at her - she was on the verge of a breakdown. And sure enough, he was right, as he saw her turn away from him and throw up. How much had this girl had to drink tonight, he idly wondered. At the same time, a pinch of guilt arose deep within him. Had his words hurt her again? Of course they had Armaan, look at the girl, he kicked himself. But what was he to do? He had been trying so hard to just earn another chance, but she didn't believe in giving people second chances. And the unfairness of it all had led him to remove his frustration on her. He couldn't be the only one to be blamed!

He saw Riddhima gasp for breath and cough, as she leaned against the wall, her eyes closed. "Feel better?" Armaan whispered. Riddhima opened her eyes again at his words, and he was shocked to see a pool of unshed tears in her eyes. Her beautiful face was drenched in the heavy shadows of her make-up, which was now destroyed due to all her crying. He saw her lips tremble, and he didn't know what made him do what he did next, but he at once pulled her in his arms, and shielded her from the gaze of all drunken on-lookers, as her body rocked with violent sobs.

Armaan didn't remember the rest of the night. He didn't remember how he had managed to find a cab. He didn't know how he had managed to walk back to campus, with Riddhima clinging on to him as if holding on for dear life, he didn't know how he had managed to get her back to her room, after a small hunt for the keys in her bag. All he remembered were Riddhima's broken words in between her sobs, and how she had held onto his hand so tight, and refused to let him go after he had tucked her safely in her bed. And even in her half-drunken, half-asleep condition, she only kept saying one thing - "I'm all alone.."

Armaan didn't know how long he sat there on the bed, next to her, gazing at her distressed face. He had witnessed his friends get wasted before, he had witnessed them reach either the peak of happiness of hit an all-time-low under the influence of tequila shots and vodka lemonades. He had been in such situations himself too. But no one, ever, had made him feel the way he was right now. The heavy discomfort of being in such an awkward situation was slowly fading away, but it was bringing a whole new pack of guilt with it. He knew he was responsible for this. He didn't know in how many ways, nor did he know why he and his outrageous opinions would still matter to her; but he had never felt this helpless before. How do you make up for something like this? Apologising was definitely not enough, but what else could he do? It wasn't like she was even ready to listen to him. But he knew he had to do something. No wrong in this world was big enough to not be put right again, it was something his mother had taught him. And he wouldn't give up until he put this right too.

His gaze turned to the firm grasp of Riddhima's hands over his. His mind went back to her non-stop crying, and her words. She was lonely. But why? From what he had heard from Rahul, she had been an extremely likeable person during college, and had countless friends. Rahul had even laughed when Armaan had told him about this same girl who had been in high school with him, as a very different person. He had never believed Armaan when he told him how Riddhima was one of the least-liked people in school. Armaan also knew from Rahul, that she had an extremely supportive family: he had mentioned her parents being acquainted with his father. Then why was she still lonely?

There was only one confirmed fact among all these questions, he concluded, as his eyes began to droop: The Riddhima he had seen tonight - was the 15-year-old he had last seen 6 years ago. This was the real Riddhima, the one she tried so hard to hide.

"Good, you're up! Took the liberty to raid your stores and make you some coffee." She heard his voice first thing as she opened her eyes, and blinked rapidly, adapting to the sharp rays of sunlight. Sitting up, startled, she stared at Armaan, as he casually sat there on her chair, grinning from ear to ear.

"How're you-why-" Riddhima muttered, trying to thread words together. "What're you-"

"You were drunk out of your mind, your friends were nowhere to be found, so I took it upon myself to make sure you reached back home safe." Armaan explained cautiously. He wanted to see if Riddhima remembered anything from last night.

"Um, thank you?" Riddhima mumbled uncertainly. "But as much as I appreciate you bringing me back, I don't think I gave you the permission to stay the night!" Riddhima said coldly. Armaan raised his eyebrows amused, then rolled his eyes at the expected lack of hospitality.

"Believe you me, I had no pleasure in staying either. But it would have been easier for me to leave if you hadn't held my hand in a steel grip. I underestimated you, you really are extremely strong!" Armaan grinned. He smirked inwardly, as he noticed her cheeks aflame at his confession. The fact that she didn't retaliate told him that she at least remembered something.

Ignoring him and the pounding in her head, she got up slowly. It was an odd situation. She didn't know if she should thank him for bringing her back home and offer him breakfast, or throw him out and slam the door in his face. She had an insane desire to do the latter, but she knew that would be unfair. Well, he had anyway invited himself to coffee, she thought, as she saw him take a sip. Might as well let him decide when he wants to leave. Looking away from him, she scanned her room and reached for her purse. "I hope the rain didn't get my phone wet.." She muttered.

Armaan frowned. He knew people went crazy when they were drunk. But he had never seen anyone hallucinate because of drinks before. "Er..It wasn't raining at all last night Riddhima.." He stated, and Riddhima looked up startled. "Of course it was, I remember rain drops falling on my face!" She said indignantly.

"That wasn't rain.." Armaan sighed. "You, um-" He said, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "You were crying. Maybe you thought that was rain.." He mumbled quietly.

Riddhima's mind raced back to last night at his words. And one-by-one, she remembered the entire night. The more she tried to remember however, the more the memory seemed to slip away.

Armaan saw her fall into deep thought, but remained silent, letting her gather her thoughts. He didn't know if he should leave or not, he wanted nothing more than to rid himself of this terrorising awkwardness. But a part of him wanted to know why Riddhima had been so distraught yesterday. For some inexplicable reason, he had begun to feel a sort of attachment to her which refused to let his mind settle down without getting answers to his questions. He didn't know how a few weeks had resulted in the creation of this attachment; especially to someone he claimed he would never share a connection with.

"Are you feeling okay, Riddhima?" He asked, finally breaking the silence. Riddhima looked up to meet his eyes, and at once saw the numerous questions enumerated in them. She didn't know what to tell him; she felt exposed, like he knew things about her that she herself didn't know. She knew however, that she could no longer hide from him. She could see it in his eyes - the shadow of the girl he had seen yesterday. She knew it was time - time to let go of a burden she had been carrying around with her since the past few years.

Armaan saw this storm brewing in her hazel brown eyes. "Want to go for a walk?" He asked, and saw Riddhima's agreement in her eyes.

They settled themselves on the pier, a 5-minute walk from their campus. The afternoon sun shone brightly on a mid-December Wednesday, and they basked in its warmth. For the longest time, no one spoke. Armaan gazed at Riddhima whilst she continued to gaze at the cool, calmness of the lake overlooking the pier. Then, after a comfortable pause -

"Have you ever cut yourself Armaan?" Riddhima asked, her voice a mere shadow of the brewing storm of feelings inside. Armaan's eyes widened slightly at her words. This was the last thing he had expected her to say, and Armaan, with a sense of heightened foreboding, wished they could go back to the tranquil silence that prevailed before. Riddhima raised the sleeve of her jumper slightly, and held her wrist out for Armaan to see. "It's not visible anymore, you can barely see it if you're not paying attention." She murmured as if it were no big deal. Armaan continued staring at her wrist, horrified; horrified at how much he had unintentionally scarred this woman sitting in front of him. Was he really going to be a reason good enough for someone to end their life over?

"I'm not showing you this or telling you about it to earn your sympathy or make you want to hate yourself. I honestly don't care enough to do that. But you wanted to know where the girl you saw yesterday came from; why I don't want to have anything to do with you." Riddhima said, looking straight ahead at the blanket of water surrounding the pier where they sat.

"I didn't-"

"No, let me talk okay. I want you to know exactly why I hate you-"

"Because that's such a pleasure to know?" Armaan cut across, trying to refrain himself from laughing at her words. He knew the conversation they were having was not remotely funny, but he couldn't help himself. He saw her lips twitch and fold upwards as she laughed, her tinkering, ringing laugh.

"Sorry!" She chuckled. "But'you wanted to know'" She smiled at him; Armaan grinned, and noted: this was the first time she had smiled at him genuinely. "Um.. After the whole fiasco at the prom, I went back home. I didn't want my parents to know about anything that had happened; I wasn't ready to talk about it. So I pretended like nothing had happened, I went to my room, locked it, and just'sat there in silence, for God knows how long. All that kept coming to my mind was your words, no one would ever want me." Riddhima murmured in barely a whisper.

"I am so sorry'" Armaan mumbled guiltily.

"I went downstairs to get myself a glass of water, my parents had gone to bed. And then I saw this knife. Just sitting there innocently on the counter. I picked it up and took it with me to my room, clear in my head about what I wanted to do." She muttered. Armaan's heart clenched. Did he want to hear this? But the next minute, he reprimanded himself. He had put her through this. His cruel ego had let to this. So he had to live with it, live with this feeling of guilt.

"I stared at it for the longest time, and I kept telling myself to just do it, end it all." Riddhima whispered, feeling a lump choke up deep in her throat. Clearing it, she continued, "Finally, i just picked it up and placed it on my wrist. It was cold, the steel. So cold. I kept pushing it tighter against my wrist, slowly. I was so scared. I was terrified'" Riddhima gasped, stopping for breath, as she closed her eyes. She was reliving her worst memory, her most vulnerable memory. This was something she had buried deep within her, just like everything else. She could feel Armaan's horrified gaze on her, but she avoided his eyes. She would break if she did; this secret had been buried too long, and the overwhelming feeling in Riddhima's heart was causing her resolve to crumble. She was glad, however, that Armaan wasn't interrupting her. She wouldn't be able to will herself to continue if he did.

Armaan, meanwhile, just continued to gaze at her, his heart clenching even more. What had he done? He wanted to say so much, just to make her feel better, hopefully take back what he did. But he knew there would be no words which would ever erase all he did. So he just listened; he knew she needed someone to just listen to her. So he let her catch her breath before she continued again.

"You know how people say that whoever thinks of ending their life isn't thinking clearly, that they aren't sane enough to know what they're doing? Its not like that. That moment was the most lucid moment of my life. I saw my blood spill on the bed. I felt like I couldn't breathe, but that could partly be the whole point of killing yourself!" She let out a nervous chuckle, but stopped when she saw the horrified look on Armaan's face. She felt her insides quiver at his intense gaze, and realised, for the first time: she was sharing the most intimate part of her life with someone she was supposed to hate to her heart's content. Funny how things shape up, Riddhima wondered.

"It took me 3 minutes and 48 seconds'to realise'what was happening. Until that time, i didn't even realise I had been counting seconds and minutes in my head. And in that one moment. That one millisecond, I saw everything, so clearly. It was all crystal clear. What I was doing, what was happening, what had happened, and what would happen if I died. And the first thought that came to my mind was of my parents. They struggled my entire life, to keep me alive. Their money, their time, their tears and their worry, and'everything. They spent so much of all of that, trying to keep me..alive. And when I realised that, I stopped trying to cut myself deeper. I finally saw the knife for it really was, I finally understood that I was sitting in a pool of my own blood. And then, I thought, what was the point? What was the whole point of my parents keeping me alive all this time, if I had to eventually come to this moment? And with that realisation, it struck me, that maybe, that point of me existing in this world was still for me to find. Maybe the reason all of this happened was hiding somewhere, and with time and faith, I would probably be able to see it someday. That one moment, where I understood all of this, was the most exhilarating, liberating moment of my entire life. I had never ever seen life this clearly before. And that was when i started believing in the bigger picture. Things happen for a reason. Good things. Bad things. They all happen for a reason. That reason could be good or bad, but everything led to something completely different." Riddhima stopped, catching her breath.

"I-" Armaan gasped, not knowing what to say. What do you say to someone when they tell you how they were going to kill themselves..because of you. "I don't-I mean..I-"

"That's the second time in two days I've seen you speechless in front of a girl!" Riddhima grinned. She didn't know how she was managing to smile; it had taken her years to even talk about this particular phase of her life. She was also surprised at how calm she felt. Maybe the fact that someone else knew her well-kept secret had caused her to lighten up - the secret after all, had been a very huge burden to carry. "You don't need to say anything, Armaan." Riddhima sighed. "I know its a lot to take in. I repeat however, that I didn't tell you all this to make you feel bad, or guilty or gain your sympathy or any such thing."

"But would it matter if I told you I am feeling all of that?" Armaan asked her. He knew she meant what she said. But it didn't change the fact that he still felt all those things, even if she didn't intent to make him.

Riddhima shrugged in response. "I've never told anyone about this before. Not even my parents.." Riddhima said awkwardly. "If I told them, they would never let me out of their sight again-"

"And for good reason!" Armaan exclaimed; Riddhima gave him a small smile.

"It was a one time thing. I didn't actually end up going through with it!" Riddhima reminded him.

"If someone told you they wanted to end their life because of you -" Armaan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't believe I was actually that kind of a person though. I mean I knew I wasn't the good guy, but'wow." Armaan gulped. "Didn't your parents ever notice the scar? Didn't anyone else?" Armaan asked, diverting the topic.

"Um.. I knew enough about bandages and pain-killers by then, having lived in a hospital for a major part of my life. I mended the wound myself, and wore full-sleeved shirts every single day till the wound healed. As for the sheets which were drenched in my blood, I disposed off them, and my dress. I knew how to cover my tracks. There was a reason I was called a nerd, you know!" She winked. "I don't know why I told you about all of this'" Riddhima murmured after a pregnant pause. "I'm sorry. I know it made you uncomfortable.." She muttered awkwardly. Armaan looked at her shocked.

"Are you crazy?" He mumbled. "All of this is my fault, it all comes back to me'I was going to be a murderer. Ruin someone's life. Much like the guy who ruined mine and my Dad's." He said quietly, then laughed - an empty, cold laugh. "Maybe that's why my Mum got killed. I got punished." He said, his voice a mere whisper, his eyes devoid of feeling.

"No, Armaan," Riddhima whispered. "Why would it be a punishment? I admit I wanted to end my life over that incident, but'I didn't. I didn't end my life. I chose to change it. Don't you see why I don't want you back in my life?" Riddhima asked. Armaan looked at her confused. "Its because you change me Armaan. You changed me when I fell for you in High School. You changed me again when you humiliated me for the world to see. And now you're back, and I'm exhausted, and I can't bring myself to change anymore." She frowned, finally admitting something she had been scared to admit even to herself. "That said, I still can't blame you for me wanting to end my life. It wasn't your fault-" Riddhima finished.

"How does that even add up? You wanted to kill yourself because of everything I and those stupid cheerleaders did. How is it not my fault?" Armaan looked at her bewildered.

"Because-" Riddhima sighed. "I CHANGED, And you caused that. But me wanting to kill myself. That wasn't because of what you did. It was because I wanted to end that particular life I hated. Regular trips to the hospital, my parents fretting over me all the time, being bullied, not being able to look at myself without loathing myself. Don't you see? I wanted to end that life. I wanted to end the misery of the self-loathing 15-year-old." Riddhima said. "I just went about it the wrong way."

Armaan didn't say anything; solely because he had nothing to say. He still couldn't understand what Riddhima was saying, but by the looks of it, she couldn't explain it any better than she had already. After a long prevailing silence, Armaan remembered something else -

"There was something else-" Armaan muttered, looking at Riddhima curiously. "Last night, you said you were lonely. Was that something that my words caused again? If it was, I know you're tired of hearing it, but..I'm sorry. I don't know what else to do or say-"

"I'm sorry. Armaan, I'm not saying you didn't hurt me back then, and I can't say I wasn't angry. But, you were right. Bad memories just make you so bitter. And last night, I actually understood everything you said to me. I was tired of wearing that mask of indifference as you called it, all the time. But'no one except you has ever noted that I would wear one in the first place. And even if they did know, they did a very good job pretending. Anyhow, yesterday, you just touched upon a raw nerve. And I lost it. I'm sorry for being trouble last night. And thank you, for taking care of me." Riddhima smiled. Armaan smiled back; he knew she had carefully avoided his question, she hadn't told him why she felt lonely. Maybe some other time, she'd trust him with that little secret.

"And..you don't have to be sorry for everything that happened 6 years ago Armaan. Because I'm thankful that it did happen. And I'm sorry for the way I treated you the past few weeks. I was just trying to get back at you." She whispered.

They both sighed and turned their gazes to the still waters of the lake. The sun was now setting, the sky was a shade of pale purple and pink.

"Its been a clear day!" Riddhima mused.

"I know.." Armaan smiled.

"And Armaan?" Riddhima said again, after a pause. Armaan looked at her in response. "Its not your fault that your Mum got taken away. Its not anyone's, except the person who caused it. Sometimes things just happen, and they happen in a way beyond our comprehension. We can't change it. We just have to live with it." She paused. "I know, people must have given you a thousand kind words, and I know you must hate them. But don't stop living Armaan. I didn't know you much during High School. But I do know its not that same person who's sitting here in front of me. Change is a constant phenomenon, but, don't change in a way that even you can't relate to yourself. If something this bad has happened, there must be something a lot better waiting for you."

"Do you believe in that yourself?" Armaan asked sceptically.

"I'm starting to!" Riddhima said after a pause and smiled. Armaan nodded slowly and smiled.

And just like that, the comfortable silence was back.

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Made it another chapter since it was so long. Comments will be appreciated :) And thank you for the comments on the previous chapter :) x

Res. (:

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I have read the part just now, will give you my comment in a while! Anyways I AM SUPER HAPPY THAT ME IS FIRST IN COMMENTING! YAYY <3

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PHEWW.. Finally i get time to edit. LMFAOO how much ever you would like beat me for this, mera mann hi nahi ho raha to edit. LOLL i was like << Il do it in a while and then forget. LMFAOOO But then now i finally went like I HAVE TO DO IT. 🤣

SO FINALLY IL GET TO THE PART. Aah this was the much needed part! And Shru this was written beautifully! People might not agree with me but this was your best writing in this FF till now! The pain and hurt you could manage to make me feel was commendable! I WAS TOUCHED TOTALLY.

Liked how you used alcohol for all the things that followed! Riddhima getting insecure, walking out, Armaan noticing her, she throwing up and Armaan helping her out, then Armaan dropping her back home, Riddhima confessing how she is all alone, Riddhima not in her senses requests him to stay back with her, and Armaan without any question does!, then in the morning how Riddhima reacts to Armaan there and THEN THE PAST FOLLOWED. << all of this WAS AWESOME. YOU DID A SPLENDID JOB, LOVE! <3

Finally Armaan realises what led to just that one moment. And how everything just changed after that! The way you described Riddhima cutting her wrist -


"I stared at it for the longest time, and I kept
telling myself to just do it, end it all." Riddhima
whispered, feeling a lump choke up deep in her
throat. Clearing it, she continued, "Finally, i just
picked it up and placed it on my wrist. It was cold,
the steel. So cold. I kept pushing it tighter against my wrist, slowly. I was so scared. I was terrified'"


It felt like i was going through that. I felt like i was cutting my wrist. I could feel that i went through that pain and i felt like i had blood all around me!

How much ever i felt Riddhima was wrong in troubling Armaan and behaving like that, now that all just vanished. It just reminded me on wrong i was. Though Armaan never meant her to go through all that. He would have never let all this happen if he had the slightest idea about this. I don't know what to say :(

Even though Armaan was not at fault, i could feel how hurt he was! How guilty he was! I hope he makes it up to her somehow now.

Whatever said and done, Shru you were amazing in this part! And i loved it! <3 Write more of these kind of parts! I would Love to read them :D OMG! I managed to write that long comment! 😲 << how proud of myself i am! :D Anyways now i can ask for the next part since i edited :D
ILY <33
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P.S. - sorry for any repeats in the above comment. Lol or if i am just writing the same thing again and again but i ain't doing any proof reading LOLL i am like really really busy today! 😳

Originally posted by: Munchkin.

Post it A-S-A-P :)

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Originally posted by: Munchkin.

That was an old post, I meant the chapter by 'it', and look, it was posted A-S-A-P. I'm so nice. Now comment.

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