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loved the update

continue soon :)

Its an amazing part, as usual.. Another massively huge emotional bundle...Just the right mix of AN emotions.. I liked the way you depicted Nikki's emotional turmoil when Abhi didn't react the way she expected him to react.. Though she felt sorry about her cold behavior, she still needs time to come to term with her feelings for Abhi.. Typical Nikki… Arghh.. Now Armaan has suspected something amiss.. Oh Gosh! I just wish Nikki sorts out everything with Abhi before this cool dude plays role of detective cum bodyguard.. Oh.. but I so love Nikki-Armaan bonding..

Well, Abhi's calmness & patience astonished me this time.. Poor Abhi.. I felt 'Heart wrenching" was just the right term for Abhi's feeling at Nikki's cold behaviour.. What love does to people??

"She had a phobia of the dark, but she didn't know why, out of a sudden overpowering impulse, she reached out and turned off the light, plunging the room in darkness.

The instinctive fear that gripped her insides pricked tears in her eyes, and pulled the covers up to over her ears, turning to her side and pulling her knees to her chest."

Am very much eager to see where you take the story from here. Waiting for more, as always..

Ps: Am feeling little low for Abhi Nikki.. Can I expect Nikki having a nightmare in the next part and cries out Abhi's name.. And Abhi rushes to her room, sooths her n then… ???

Originally posted by: Khushboo_AN

FOUR

Romance and all is strategy,
Leaves me battling with my pride.
But through the insecurity
Some tenderness survives.

At times I'd like to break you
And drive you to your knees.
At times I'd like to break through
And hold you endlessly.

[Sometimes When We Touch by Dan Hill]

ok again a very nice poem especially i like the bold part the most

"Nikki, what's wrong with you?" Armaan asked in concern when Riddhima was not around after the wedding rituals.

niki daddy Armaan

***

The house was eerily silent. She saw the door to his room open, and upon taking a peek she found him asleep.

A visit to the kitchen plainly told him he hadn't bothered to have dinner, and so she tied the dupatta around her waist and set off to cook something.

awww so caring niki

"Abhi!" a small hand shook him, and he sat up suddenly, rubbing his eyes groggily.

"Wassamatter?"

Nikki stood before him, hair done up in a messy ponytail, one hand still on his shoulder. She looked a vision in white.

"Dinner", she pointed a tray of food on his side table.

Thoughts, questions, and memories rushed back to him ' all equally beautiful and disturbing.

awww

Silently he took the tray and started eating without glancing at her again. He saw from the corner of his eye that she had sat down as well, a tray of food on her lap.

so cute my most favourite part

but he refrained from saying anything further. Her cold answers hit him like knives.

that's sad

He noted the red mark on her neck, and remembered exactly how it happened...it brought a dark red colour to his own cheeks, something he tried his best to hide from her.

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Gritting his teeth against the weakness that crept up once more inside him, he went back to his dinner but realised he had an empty plate.

ha ha ha modi toh gaya kaam se

His musings were interrupted by her voice. "Your medicines", she said, handing them to him along with a bottle of water.

He took them quietly, hurtful anger building up inside him bit by bit. He wanted to grab her shoulders and shake the life out of her, scream at her and shove her against the wall to get an answer out of her but her behaviour made him detached with his own emotions.

Everything was so complex now...more than ever. The feelings they harboured for each other had been raging inside for months, but the physical intimacy that they shared today had complicated it further.

The instinctive fear that gripped her insides pricked tears in her eyes, and pulled the covers up to over her ears, turning to her side and pulling her knees to her chest.

And by the time she was asleep, the pillow cover was salty with all the tears that she had shed.

***

He fell asleep, the bedside lamp still on. The dupatta still covered his face, and despite the turmoil inside him, he breathed peacefully in his sleep, inhaling her scent which filled his senses.

FIVE

I know your image of me is what I hope to be, I've treated you unkindly
But girl can't you see, there's no one more important to me.
So darling can't you please see through me, 'cause we're alone now.

(A Song For You by Ray Charles)

He didn't expect her to be still around, when he entered the kitchen in the morning, fresh and showered. To his dry amusement, she was wearing a red shirt that belonged to him, over her white salwaar for lack of an apron.

He slowly walked up to her and took the cup of tea from her hand even before she could set it down on the tray to take it to his room. She looked quite surprised to see him up.

Her eyes, like last night, betrayed nothing. He held the gaze for a while, before moving away to check on the toast.

Breakfast was uneventful, as they silently ate, darting furtive glances at each other at random intervals. The hostile glances spoke nothing of their intimacy the previous day.

"I'm leaving for Sanjeevani, you call me if you need any help", she called from outside his room, and stared shocked at him when he walked out in a neatly ironed shirt and jeans. She froze for a moment as she realised he was wearing the same red shirt she had been using as an apron a few hours ago.

"Where're you going?" she asked with the raise of a thin eyebrow.

"To Sanjeevani", he answered with a shrug. "We'll go together."

"No, you don't need to go, you can rest", she glared at him.

"I'm fine, and anyway I've work to do", he tried to walk past but she held out her arm and stopped him.

"You're not going to go anywhere. You're hurt, and you need to rest. Work can wait. Your health is more important."

"Really? I don't see you caring too much about me or my health", he threw at her, his hurt eyes pricking her insides.

Her mouth opened in shock at his taut reply, but she refrained from answering. She kept staring at him till he walked past her and out of the door, leaving her standing there.

It hurt to see him walk away like that. But then she realised that perhaps he was giving her the same treatment he had received from her yesterday.

He was standing outside the door, waiting for her. She came out and he locked the door, once more ignoring her and walking off to the car, but not without a cold stare.

She neared the car warily, not knowing whether she was welcome or not. As she stood outside fidgeting, she saw him take a deep breath and start the car, sliding his gaze over to her.

She stood transfixed, looking at him, contemplating whether she should go in. He seemed in no mood to invite her. And indeed, she was still wondering what to do when to her extreme shock, he pressed the accelerator and drove off.

She stared appalled after the car, her mouth slightly open in indignation. Of all the reactions she had expected of him, this certainly had not featured in the list.

Tears welled up in her eyes at the very thought of how hurt he must be to behave like this. But the pain in her heart elevated her own anger. She had no idea what she was feeling, and why she was reacting the way she was.

***

She hated how cheerful everyone was. Laughing, joking, teasing...and even Dr. Keerti was absent today. It made it all the more worse.

Abhi had come to distribute the duties to the respective interns, and she plainly recalled how, deliberately, he had looked into her eyes while informing her about her duty in the General Ward. He hadn't made eye contact with any of the interns while talking, but she clearly saw how he wanted to push her to her limits, prick her at every chance he got.

His gaze had been glacial, to say the least. But she had stared right back into his eyes, a mad desire in her mind forcing her to throw the iciest of glares at him.

That had been the only communication they had shared between them since they arrived at Sanjeevani – of hostile stares and cold glares.

And here, no one seemed least bothered about the storm that raged inside her. Riddhima had been sympathetic, and Armaan suspicious as usual, but he had hidden it with all his might seeing that Nikki was ready to burst like Mt. Vesuvius any moment.

Why they were behaving like two stubborn and hormonal teenagers, she didn't know.

But she did know that he was simply reacting to the treatment he had been subject to by her yesterday...he was simply throwing it all back at her.