It should have been you(ArSH/AR/DMG3 FF) Updtpg148 - Page 8

A: hello…Riddhima

R: hello?

[That voice did something to Armaan in the last three years her effect on him kept growing and there was nothing he could do about it]

A: hello…Riddhima
R: uhhh….actually…mujhe…uhhh

[He could sense that she felt that same numbing feeling as well. How had this happened he thought, how did he get to this point where he and Riddhima couldn't even speak two sentences without feeling uncomfortable.]

A: bolo Riddhima?
R: tum aaj hospital mein mile nahin aur….

[Oh how desperately he wanted her to say that she was worried about where he was, how desperately he wanted to hear her say that she looked everywhere for him]

R: Tumhe batana tha ki tumhare heart patient ki surgery Dr. Kirti ne sambhal li hai aur woh tumse kaafi gussa hain?

[Boy did she know how to break his heart]

A: bas?
R: bas

[Wasn't she going to ask where he was? Didn't she care?]

A: okay…bye
R: bye

There was silence. Armaan had still had the phone to his ear and Shilpa looked away, pretended to be interested in something outside. How was this fair? Why would he do this to her? Did he have no regard for her feelings? She could sense tears building up in her eyes and tried her best to fight them. She would not give him that power she wouldn't let him hurt her like this.

He put the phone away and looked at her.

A: Mere heart patient ki...

[She interrupted quite abruptly]
S: humara stop aa gaya….

She got up suddenly and asked him to move aside. When he offered to help her with the suitcase she refused. While getting off the bus, she didn't even bother to look back. She was angry.

A: Shilpa mujhe….
S: Ho gaya?
[He could sense the resentment in her voice]
A: kya?
S: yeh joh natak tum kar rahe ho…agle dus minute mein yahaan par ek aur bus aayegi aur woh tumhe waapis le jayegi…
A: Shilpa…..jab tak tum mere saath nahin chalo gi mein nahin jaaonga
S: kyon? Taras aa raha hai mujh par? Bechara akeli ladki, toota hua dil lekar kahaan jayegi?

Those words hurt. They were almost piercing, was that really what she thought? That he was here because he pitied her?

A: shilpa tum yeh kya bol rahi ho
S: dekho Armaan…..[She did her best to compose herself, took a deep breath and spoke] ….ek baar pehli bhi mein tumhe bata chuki hoon, main un ladkiyon mein se nahin ho jo yahaan bheth kar aansoon bahaye gi…I'm stronger
A: jaanta hoon
S: toh phir kyon aaye ho?

She was hurting and Armaan could sense it. It bothered him, because he didn't know how to react. How does one talk to someone they know is in love with them? He could feel every feeling she felt, he could sense her discomfort but he didn't know what to do about it. He had been
trying his best to act normal but there was no use, there was a hesitation from him and from her. That is probably why he still hadn't been able to answer her.

S: koi jawab nahin hain na ….good...Ab yahaan ruko wait karo aur waapis jao.

She grasped her suitcase and started to walk away from the stop leaving Armaan standing there. He felt so helpless, he couldn't stop her. And even if he did stop her, he would end up hurting her even more. Even still, it was better to go after her and try and come up with something satisfactory than to just stand here and leave. So he took a deep breath and followed her, hoping that she didn't turn around until he had come up with an action plan.

She had left, left him standing there. It was probably for the better anyways, she thought. She didn't have the energy or the will to watch Armaan be driven insane by someone else. She had had enough of that. There was no point in letting him stay and continue doing whatever the heck it was that he planned to do, all that would come of that is heartbreak all over again. Why was it, she wondered, that every time she felt a connection with Armaan something or someone would break it? The last few months screened through her head, and she remembered what Armaan had once said, "mere paas aaogi toh dard ke siwa kuch nahin mile ga". He had been right. Then why did he think he had the right to come with her this morning? Why did he think it was fair for him to play with her feelings like this? He knew the truth, he knew what she felt and he knew the pain that those feeling cause. Her mind trailed off a little, why did he have to pick up the phone? Why did he have to have feelings for someone else? Why wasn't he head over heels in love with her, like she was with him? Eventually her anger got the best of her and soon she began to talk out loud.

S: …kyon karte ho yeh Armaan…kyon….

[Obviously he was hearing all of this]

S: sharam nahin aayi tumhe mere peeche peeche aane mein….achi khasi jaa rahi thi….stupid…idiot…

A: itni taarif?

Shilpa stopped dead in her tracks. Did he just hear what she had said? At that moment she couldn't remember when she had started to talk out loud, were all her thoughts verbal? Did he hear it all? If he did than what did he think? Was he angry or was he happy? There was only one way to find out.

S: tum [she turned] tumhe kaha tha na ki chale jao

A: haan haan kaha tha…lekin kaisi dost ho tum, ek anjaan jaga par mujhe akela chod rahi ho?

S: tum solaan saal ki ladki nahin ho jo akele nahin rehe sakte

A: dheek hai dheek hai…chali jao, aur mujhe yahaan akela aur bhuka chod jao…aur waise bhi raat ho rahi hai

She sighed, there was no fighting it. There was no point in even pretending to have the will power to leave him there. She would help anyone who needed her help, Armaan wasn't special she concluded, he was just some who needed her help.

S: fine…chalo…lekin kal subah ki peheli bus se waapis, samjhe?

Armaan smiled, despite all that had happened in life in the last few months, that boyish charm of his never failed him. He took a few steps and was now right beside her.

A: thank you

S: bas ek raat…okay

A: kaafi hai

S: kya?

He ignored her reaction, and took a hold of her suitcase in his hand and looked to her for direction. She shook her head, and led the way. They walked to Sanjeevani Orphanage in silence. Upon arrival they were greeted by Shilpa's Massi (I can't remember if it was masi or bhua, didn't watch the show that closely, sorry guys).

Massi: array….Armaan tum? lekin shilpa tu toh…
A: jee haan, Shilpa toh jaa rahi thi mujhe chod ke?woh toh bas mein hi hoon joh peeche peeche aa gaya… aur aap yeh batayie….

Shilpa looked at Armaan and no matter how hard she tried she just could not get over the image of Armaan and Riddhima. She knew that at this very moment Armaan was thinking about Riddhima. She wasn't angry at him for it, after all how could she be, and it wasn't his fault
that he was in love with someone else. To be honest, it was her fault for not being able to control her feelings around him. Like right now, she couldn't stop herself from smiling at the site of Armaan talking away with her Massi, how was it possible for one man to have all that charm, she thought. Why was he so adorable? Why was she so aware of it? In all her thoughts she didn't even realize when Armaan had stopped talking to her Massi and was looking right at her.

A: tum baar baar yeh kya soch ne lag jaati ho…..

Just as soon as he asked the question, he realized that he already knew the answer. She was thinking about him. About all the things she wanted from him, but things that he couldn?t give her. All the love she wanted from him, the same love that he couldn?t return.

S: yeh hi….ki tum kab mera peecha chodo ge

Oh, thank the lord. Armaan was so relieved that Shilpa handled that situation so well. The last thing he wanted to do was to make the situation more awkward than it already was.

A: oye Dhanno, peecha toh mein nahin chodne wala….karlo joh karna hai
S: bas aaj raat! aur kal subah tum chalo jao ge…
[Shilpa was interrupted]
Massi: Dhanno….. Shilpa yeh…
S: Massi who…kya hai na ki...
[Armaan cut her off]
A: Main bata ta hoon aapko….actually kuch mahine pehle….
S: armaan…..armaan stop!
A: kuch mahine pehle jab mein Shilpa se pehli baar mila tha toh….
S: Armaan…..dekho…..stop
M: bolne de usse…..haan Armaan bolo….
[Shilpa remembered that night she remembered her dance, and her short little dress. She also remembered that those were the kinds of things you generally didn't tell your elders and Armaan was about to do just that.]
A: haan toh mein kehe raha tha….. jab mein Shilpa se pehli baar mila tha toh uska chehra dekha aur Dhanno yaad aa gayi!

Shilpa's jaw dropped in shock.

S: kya kaha?

Armaan and Shilpa's Massi both literally burst into laughter. The look on Shilpa's face was priceless. It was a mixture of sheer confusion and anger. It felt good to laugh, Armaan thought. He had missed this feeling. Maybe that's what he liked the most about Shilpa she always
made him smile with some crazy antic of hers. And right now, it was probably her big round eyes and her frozen facial expression.

S: tum….tum…. [She tried her best to speak but it wasn?t working] …..ughhh!!!!

She grunted, turned and walked towards her room. She looked back once and gave Armaan "the look" before disappearing into the hallway.

Massi: chalo Armaan beta tum bhi fresh ho jao?tum ussi room ho jahaan tum pehle ruke the……khaane pe milte hain

Armaan smiled and headed towards the room in which he had stayed just a little while back. He remembered when he was here last time and how he had suddenly left mid-way to go see Riddhima. That feeling of desperation he had back then wasn't necessarily his greatest moment.
But this wasn't the time to think of all that, right now he needed to come up with some way to convince Shilpa to go back with him, and he only had this one night. Speaking of Shilpa, he remembered the look on her face just a few minutes back and smiled once again.

He opened the door, still without a plan. He decided that it was best to wash up, go get some dinner, and just let things happen the way they do. As soon as he stepped in, what he saw shocked him. He walked closer to a broken table, and he saw Riddhima?s name written in blood. At that moment, the reality of the situation was staring Armaan right in the face. He had done that. Armaan Malik had done something like this. He knelt over on the table and traced his hands across what he had written. How on earth could he have let the situation get to this? He sat there in utter shock it was as if he was sitting in front of a mirror. He could see it all now after all this time he saw what he had become. This was not the Armaan Malik that Riddhima had once fallen in love with, and more importantly this was not the Armaan Malik that he wanted to be. The table top seemed like a TV screen where Armaan could see all the crazy and frightening things he had done. He saw the desperation, the anguish, the anger, the street fights, and the pain. Realizing all this, and recalling all he had done, Armaan felt ashamed of himself. He felt ashamed of his actions, and even more then all that he felt ashamed for having lost all control over his life. He stood up and just then a thought flashed through his mind, a thought that petrified him. What if Shilpa became what he had become? What if Shilpa went through the same anguish that he had gone through rather is going through? Was it really right for him to be here? Was it fair to ask Shilpa to come back while knowing what she felt for him?

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by his phone. This time it was a text from Shilpa. Khanna lag gaya hai, jaldi karo Basanti. Armaan read this text and smiled, it was almost magical how fast she could make him do that.

A: Dhanno…