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"What would you like, dear?", the kind woman spelled warmth as she spoke her words.

"Just a steaming coffee for me," said Ridhima, happily. "And you?" she asked turning to Armaan.

"Hmm. I am a more of a tea guy. But I think caffeine should do for now."

"Okay kiddos. Two coffees it is. You will be having it here, right." The old woman cast her experienced eye on them, looking for traces of what she has been seeing in couples who walked through her doors every day. She didn't find much on the girl's face but she did notice the long stare that Armaan was shooting Ridhima with.

"Umm. We will have it outside. There's a nice breeze coming in," said Ridhima, looking at Armaan for approval.

He nodded his head and paid for the coffee.

"Hey! It's supposed to be my treat!", snapped Ridhima.

"You never mentioned so," pointed Armaan.

Ridhima made a face. She hated people paying for her. It made her feel obligated and she damn well hated it. Yet, not wanting to ruin the day, she agreed with a smug look. Armaan giggled. Women. Would he ever learn to live all their demands and qualms? They always had different looks in different things.

"Okay! But you will have coffee with me tomorrow and I will pay for both of us. Okay?", she demanded, he hands falling on the counter.

"Fine with me," he said. His insides were glowing at the idea of having booked another chance with her even before this one begun properly.

It wasn't like he was looking forward to a date. It was more like he was more of like searching for something fresh. If he was with his friends, they would dig what he did all this while and he would just not be comfortable explaining all of that to them. If he was with his father, he would be gravely faced with guilt of leaving such a pure man to loneliness at a time when he probably needed comfort the most. As far as his work was concerned, he didn't know if he was good enough to interrogate a man. He was supposed to stay composed as per protocol but how was he going to be sure that he wouldn't especially when he was so fiercely surrounded by the regret of dragging half the city into danger because of him. No, it was safer for his insides to be with her. He knew her and they weren't close enough for her to dissect him nor was he interested in getting to know her more than he did.

They walked out of the cafe the minute her hands had curled the warm coffee. The breeze had come in and Ridhima wore her blazer, wrapping herself.

"Don't you just love the wind," she said dreamily, speaking more to herself than to Armaan.

"Hmmm," murmured Armaan.

"You are not into these kinda things, right," she said matter-of-factedly.

He nodded with a pout. She laughed. He wasn't really sure if he was guy ideal enough for fantasies and dreams. Truth is, for long he was indulged into the evils and limitlessness of reality that the possibility of the existence of the other side of the coin was too blurred. He had lost long time back his ability at seeing life as a beautiful mixture of friends and fun. Or let's say he was forced to. And now seeing her, smiling as the cool wind glided by her skin and warming herself with the coffee, the magic of it all was seeming to return. He forgot few minutes of earth as his face hardened thinking of the last time he smiled genuinely. And he remembered it so clearly as though it had happened just hours back.

"So tell me more about what you do," said Ridhima, starting a conversation.

"I work day and night catching bad men, murderers and criminals. Bas," he answered.

She frowned, expecting a more elaborate answer. He grinned, noticing her face.

"Okay, well. I don't know what to talk about it. It's a high metabolic job. And you have to live with it expecting something new every day. It's a tough job but I don't have a problem drowning myself into it."

"Oh!"

"Plus there is the pistol. It's cool to carry it around," he winked at her.

Ridhima rolled her eyes and shook her head at his lame attempt in jokes.

"Okay. My coffee is over. Now drop me home, will you?" she said, tossing her empty disposable cup at the nearby dustbin.

"What?" exclaimed Armaan. What kind of rule was that? Coffee done and so is the walk. He was definitely looking forward to having more conversations with her. He pouted hard and Ridhima smirked.

"Nope. I need to get back home. Got a presentation to complete," she said.

"It's weekend right. Why are you bothering to do it all today?" he demanded.

"Simply. Now are you going to or not going to drop me?"

"Fine," he crossed. "Come."

This was so not his idea of having coffee together. He wasn't tired of seeing her smile at the slightest things. It was addicting.

That's it! Just a short not-so-important part. BTW you all can expect super fast updates from now on. School is gonna close soon and its the only time I can update properly because once it reopens on Jan 8, you will just not be able to catch me. So yeah. Multiple updates per day. I don't mind it so much because I have been writing (and deleting most of them) for the past couple of days. There stands all chances for all of you to get Part 16 today itself. Writing YAS is obsessing I tell you.

BTW I switched back to Part because a chapter as a whole pisses me. I am a more of a 'little by little' typo person that the 'major chunk' person. If any of that makes sense, otherwise ignore completely. I am out of my head. 😛

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