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Hi everyone! Here is the first chapter of the story! I really hope you all enjoy it and thanks for all the wonderful comments you have left me!
Chapter 1
If there was anything Riddhima Gupta liked more than anything in the world, it was her job as a matchmaker at New York's best dating service, Lover'sCorner.com. So you could imagine how terrible she felt when she found out she was being laid from her job.
"I'm really sorry to inform you, Riddhima, but we have to let you go. The economy is getting pretty bad out there and we have to let a lot of people go, including you," her boss Livia Jones had said to her.
Riddhima had simply nodded and told her boss it was no big deal but in reality, Riddhima was mad and clueless. Why was she being let go? She was one of the best in the office! And where was she supposed to go now?
"Well, Riddhima, you had just joined the office, so that's probably why they let you go." Riddhima threw a angry look at her closest friend in New York, Sarah Smith. Sarah ignored it. "But there are other places to go for a job, Riddhima. Like, how about that dating service in India? You said it was one of the best in India. Oh, what was it called? Di-D-something--"
"DillMillGayye.com?" Riddhima asked.
"Yeah, that! Apply for a job there!"
"I don't know. I mean, I don't know if I want such a big move at the moment..."
"Why not? And you yourself were saying that you were missing your family!"
"Yes, but I'm going down to India anyway for my cousin's wedding. So I'll just meet my family then and come back."
"Just apply for the job, Riddhima!"
Riddhima considered this for a moment. "Fine, I will. But can you help you with the boxes now? Livia wants me out of here by noon..."
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"Mom, I'm not a little girl anymore! I can remeber what stuff to bring myself," Riddhima said into the phone she was holding between her shoulder and ear, packing her bags.
"Really? Did you pack your tooth brush?" Padma Gupta said from the other line.
Riddhima bit her tongue, realzing she hadn't packed her brush. She quickly ran to her bathroom and grabbed it. "Of course, Mom! You need to trust me more..."
"Whatever. Either way, I'm happy you're coming back home. We've missed you so much!"
Riddhima smiled. "I missed you all too. And really happy that I got the job a Dill Mill Gayye! I am so excited to start working."
"Riddhima, do you ever think about anything but work?" her mother asked her.
Riddhima rolled her eyes. "Okay, Mom, I have to go now. I have a lot more packing to finish and my flight is tomorrow morning. I'll talk to you later. Love you, bye."
"Bye, love you too."
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Riddhima sat in her seat, reading a magazine as she waited for the plane to lift off. As she flipped through the pages of the magazine, someone said, "Excuse me?"
Riddhima looked up to see a handsome man standing over her, motioning to the seat next to her's. She scooched in a little, making room for the man to walk by her and to his seat.
He plopped onto his seat and exhaled deeply. "Jeez, I hate airports. So hectic."
Riddhima, smiled politely, nodding. She wasn't really in the mood to converse with a random stranger.
"I'm Armaan, by the way. Armaan Mallik," the man, Armaan, said, stretching his hand.
Riddhima looked down at it, and ignoring it, said, "Ridhdima Gupta."
Armaan took his hand back, rasing his eyebrows. "So, Riddhima are you single?"
Riddhima looked at Armaan, mouth opened. "Excuse me?"
"Are you single?" he asked again.
"Why would you like to know?"
"Well, normally, when I see a hot looking girl, I ask her if she's single."
Riddhima, though flattered, gave Armaan a look. She knew his type. His type hit on any good looking girl they find, and then break her heart. She didn't want to anything to do with Armaan. "Well, I am single, but don't think you're going to get any of this."
"Ah, you're one of the proud, good-girl types. Well, you see, the proud, good-girl types are my favorite," Armaan said, raising his eyebrows.
Riddhima gasped again. "You-you-how dare you? You haven't even sat here for three minutes and you're already flirting?"
Armaan shrugged. "Whatever. I don't want anything to do with you. You're actually quite annoying. I like proud types, but then ther are the overly proud types. And that's you, my friend. So don't get your hopes up."
Riddhima looked at him again, this time with a death glare. "Excuse me?"
"Excused."
Riddhima was about to say something, but chose not to. She went back to her magazine, now flipping through the pages with more force as Armaan put in his head phones and closed his eyes.
This is going to be a long flight, Riddhima thought.
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