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Chapter 1
Dr. Riddhima Gupta, age 22, was on her way to take her 7-year old relationship to a new level, and propose her 'perfect' boyfriend, only to end up in pain.
Riddhima couldn't believe that she had been so stupid, not see that he had been cheating on her with various women all this while. She couldn't believe that she had been such a fool to believe in fairy tales, to ignore every thing he did to hurt her. She couldn't believe that she was so blinded by love, not to see what a jerk her 'perfect prince charming' was. Now, that the whole issue was publicly exposed, she felt like an idiot to not to see that fairytale do not exist in real life. Only if she had realized that sooner..
Lost, she let her body sink on the floor. Slowly, she let her head hit the floor and lay on the cold ground for a while. After a moment, she rose her arms and curled them against her chest, crying out in low sobs. As the moments passed, her low sobs became louder and louder, until she gave in to her loudest of cries. Tears of betrayal and anger rolled down her cheeks fiercely.
Her thoughts wandered around what had she done so wrong to deserve what was happening with her. Her boyfriend was sleeping with no one.. but Riddhima's best friend, Nikita Malhotra.. the two people who never could have hurt Riddhima.
Riddhima cried herself to sleep, that night. In the morning, Riddhima woke up to find her numb body on the cold ground. She called in work telling them that she was sick and couldn't come to work today. People would start dropping in, she was sure, since her breakup must have been a part of the 'latest gossip'. They would drop in to console her and tell her that she deserved better, when they really did not give a damn. These people just needed some juicy topics to talk about, she knew well. She wanted to run, wanted to hide, wanted to make herself disappear.. that seemed like the easier option than a room filled with people feeling 'sorry' for the 'poor soul'.
And soon, her worst nightmare began coming true.. An hour or two later, her friends from work stopped by to 'check in if she was okay'. It was funny how people could deceive you with their saddest of looks, when they really did know nothing about it. They sat on the couch, surrounding her and staring at her in silence. She wanted to scream out loud, but instead sat on the couch, trying to control her tears, not knowing what to do.
After a while, the most honest of them, Muskaan, one of Riddhima's closest friends, asked her if she had eaten something. When Muskaan told her how she noticed that Riddhima hadn't eaten any 'proper food' since the last few days, Riddhima stared at her blankly.Muskaan sighed, looking at her. This was followed by a large amount of discussion about what Riddhima should have and what she should not, as if Riddhima was almost non-existent. While some thought that Riddhima should have something healthy, since Riddhima should be focusing on her looks, others thought that Riddhima should have something new since they thought that her life style was boring.
So, indulged in self-obsession, none except Muskaan noticed when Riddhima got up and took her seat by the window, observing the scenary outside her window. A fresh sheet of snow was blanketing the streets; Riddhima could not hear the melodious chirping of the summer bird, which could only mean one thing- the arrival of winter.
She heard the door bell ring, indicative of more guests in the house this morning. But her focus was on the hand on her shoulder.
"Will you be okay?" Muskaan asked her, genuinely concerned. Riddhima could only nod in response.
"I am sorry, Ridz" She simply said, and pulled her into a hug. Although, Muskaan meant no harm, the little sorry gestures by her killed Riddhima on the inside a little more. Riddhima had always been an introvert. She was always the suffer in silence, rather than the show-the-entire-world kinds, the reason that people often misjudged her. There were a very few people who Riddhima could really open up to, and most of them had betrayed Riddhima and crushed her soul, while whereabouts of the rest remains unknown.
And right when Riddhima found herself thinking about him, she heard his voice in the room.
"Riddhima?"
Pin drop silence fell in the room. She raised her gaze to look at Muskaan, who looked seemed to be absorbed elsewhere. Riddhima followed her gaze to remain stunned.
Standing at the door was that one rare being, who understood Riddhima the best, who knew Riddhima the most, and who loved Riddhima no matter what. Standing in front of Riddhima was a handsome young man in his early twenties, whose shallow blue eyes bore into hers as she drew her breathe. A white transparent shirt was covering his fairly muscular body, to go along with a pair of jeans, making him more handsome a Greek God.
"Armaan", Riddhima found herself at a loss of words. Tears refused to be with held, thus rolled down her cheeks, and she could see that this worried him.
She ran across the room to embrace him as tightly as she could, and to never let go. She felt warmer as she felt his arms around her.
"Riddhima, whats wrong?" He asked her, both confused and concerned, and let his hands run down her beautiful hair.
He realized that she had been crying, and he could not take it anymore.
"Hey, hey!" He held her by shoulders, locking his eyes with hers, as she continued sobbing.
"Whats wrong?" He repeated, looking into her eyes. It hurt him to see that she had so much pain in her eyes. This was not how he had left her five years ago, and it hurt him to see that he was not here for her when she needed him. That immediately fill him with rage, a rage of destroy to anything that has hurt Riddhima.
"I love you, Armaan." She managed amidst the sobs and pulled him into a hug.
This time she felt him hug her tighter, followed by a whisper,
"I love you more."
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