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PAST IN GREEN
PRESENT IN BLUE
PART-10 B
Riddhima stood in the terrace staring at the moonlit sky. She closed her eyes as the cool breeze caressed her making her shiver with the chillness of it. Armaan's smiling face flashed in her heart making her smile wide. "Basket" she heard him calling her and opened her eyes. She saw him standing in front of her smiling showing his dimples. "Armaan? What are you doing here?" she said surprised seeing him there. He just stood smiling, not reacting at all. She went close to him and lifted her hand to touch him, but he disappeared. "Very good riddhima, you are hallucinating him again. What are you doing to me armaan? You are making me crazy" she sighed. "You are in love Riddhima. You love Armaan" her heart said. "I am in love with him? No no.. how can i? I know him just for four months. How can I fall in love with him? This is not love. I am just attracted to him. Yes, I am just attracted to him" she convinced herself. "Or.. is this is love? I.. I am really in love with him? God..who will tell me is this really love? she sighed confused, questioning herself.
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Riddhima stared at Armaan lost in him. "I so want to poke my fingers in his dimples. He is so cute" she thought as she saw him smiling. He was talking to Amit looking at her from the corner of his eyes. After a minute, he walked towards her and stood in front of her. Riddhima who was lost in her dreamland didn't realize his presence. Armaan smirked looking at her smiling dreamily. He knew he was the reason for her smile. He walked away from her and took his guitar. She came out of her dreamland when she heard the guitar music. The few students who were there stopped what they were doing and listened to him as he started singing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mj4uAOcL0xYJaane yeh kya hua
Jaane yeh kya hua
Hum dono ka yun milna
Aise paas aana
Jaane yeh kya hua
Jaane Yeh kya hua
Ab har pal anjana hai
Dekho hona hai
Aur kya
Jaane kyun lagta hai
Dheere se haule se
Geet koi Dil hai ga raha
Jaane kyun lagta hai
Ab jaise har lamha har pal hai
Muskura raha
Jane kyun lagta hai
Dheere se haule se
Geet koi Dil hai ga raha
Jane kyun lagta hai
Abb jaise har lamha har pal hai
Muskura raha
Riddhima shivered as he sang boring his blue eyes into her green ones. She saw the same emotion in his eyes, which she was seeing in his blue eyes from a long time. She felt it was getting deeper everytime she looked into his eyes.
Tumhein hai pata
maine pehli baar jo dekha tumhein
Mujhe yeh laga
chahun bhi to kaise pa sakunga Tumhein
Sapna tha ek din to
main hoon tum ho
Tum dheere se bolo
Tumko apna maana hai
Dekho hona hai
Aur kya
Jane kyun lagta hai
Dheere se haule se
Geet koi Dil hai ga raha
Jane kyun lagta hai
Abb jaise har lamha har pal hai
Muskura raha
Armaan and Riddhima were lost in each other's eyes. Riddhima felt he was singing the song for her, every word for her, only for her.
Kahun kya bhala
Tumhi ko to mein chahta hoon Suno
Tumhein jo mila
Maine jana main bhi zinda hoon Suno
Kahun mein kya tumko
Main hoon tum hoo
Bas itna sun lo
Tum the koi deewana hai
ho na hai aur kya
Jane yeh kya hua
Jane Yeh kya hua
Abb har pal anjana hai
Dekho hona hai
Aur kya
Armaan winked at Riddhima finishing the song. She lowered her eyes blushing, her cheeks deep shades of pink. Others clapped for him and appreciated him. Riddhima looked up at him to see him still looking at her smiling making her heart skip beats. She lowered her eyes again. Her heart beat faster as she sensed him coming towards her. She looked up at him blushing. They were lost in each other's eyes again. Sheetal, one of the students there came near them and took his hand shaking it breaking their eyelock. He withdrew his hand from her. "That was fantastic armaan. You are a brilliant" she said checking him out. Riddhima frowned seeing sheetal checking out armaan. The top two buttons of his shirt were open and her eyes were stuck on his exposed chest. Riddhima clenched her fist as sheetal suddenly hugged armaan. He hugged her back uncomfortably. Riddhima stormed out of there. She knew it was friendly gesture from his side, but it was not the same from sheetal. A tear rolled down her cheek as the image of armaan hugging that girl flashed. She was angry and her anger was coming out in the form of tears. "Why did he hug that girl? How dare that sheetal touch My Armaan? My Armaan? What am i thinking? Why it bothers me if he hugs any girl or anyone touches him?" she sighed frustrated.
"Riddhima, riddhima, basket" he called her. She stopped in the empty corridor hearing him. He stood in front of her and asked her "What happened basket? Are you ok? Why did you come from there suddenly? You.." she didn't let him complete and said not looking at him. "I am fine Armaan. It's just, hmm..m..my head aches and i want to go home and sleep. You don't need to worry about me. Why did you come here now? Sheetal must be waiting for you. Go and talk to her. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye" she said and walked away from him. Armaan sensed the anger in her voice. He was confused why she was angry at him. After thinking for few seconds, it hit him. He grinned as he understood the reason.
Armaan stopped her again. She shot him an angry look. She just wanted be alone now. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. Why she is bothered if he hugs any girl. She was frustrated now. "Just leave me alone armaan" she shouted. Her anger surprised him. He never knew his soft basket can be so angry. He saw confusion, anger, frustration, helplessness, jealousy and Love in her green eyes. "kya hua basket? Why are you angry" "I am angry? Why would i be angry? she said in a sarcastic tone. He couldn't help but laugh at her expressions. "What is so funny here? Why are you laughing?" she glared at him. Armaan controlled his laughter. "You are jealous basket" he said simply. "W..wh..what? I..i a..ia m no.. not je..jea..jealous" she stammered. "You are jealous basket" "No..i am not" "Really? Okay. You are not jealous. Why are you angry basket?" "I am not angry or jealous armaan. Why would I be?" "That's what I am asking basket. Why are you jealous and angry?" he asked walking towards her slowly closing the distance between them. Riddhima walked backwards looking in to his eyes. She stopped as she hit the wall behind her. They stood just inches away from each other. He held her gaze and bored his eyes into hers. Riddhima shivered with the closeness. Their hearts beated rapidly. "Ar..arm..armaan..k..ky..kya.." "You are angry on me because I hugged that girl. I know to read to your eyes basket. These big green eyes are the mirror to your heart. Your eyes speak more than your mouth riddhima. Your beautiful eyes are showing me what you have not realized yet. Or you realized but confused about it. Listen to your heart basket. It will give you the answers to your questions. I am waiting to hear what your heart is saying to you. I am waiting to listen to it in your musical voice" he whispered looking in to her eyes. Riddhima stood rooted to her spot listening to him. Unknown to her, her cheeks were turning deep shades of red. Armaan came closer and kissed her eyes. She blushed crimson cherishing his touch, living the moment and capturing it in her heart. They stood looking into each other's eyes lost in them. After almost fifteen minutes, riddhima's phone rang breaking their eyelock. She lowered her eyes realizing their closeness and ran from there blushing. "I love her" Armaan smiled wide his dimples deepening.
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Riddhima reached home and ran to her room. She closed the door locking it. Her heart was beating so fast, she felt it will come out of her chest any moment. She smiled wide blushing crimson lying in her bed hugging her pooh bear. "Armaan armaan armaan.." she mumbled his name again and again. She sat up suddenly hearing the loud voices and something breaking downstairs. She went down panicking. She saw Padma shouting at John. She stood rooted to her spot scared, trembling with fear and not knowing what to do. Mustering up some courage, she asked Padma, "W..wha..wha..what ha..hap..happened mamma?" Padma glared at riddhima and shouted on her "How many times I have to tell you don't call me mamma? Can't you understand what I am saying from years? Just go away from here. My pressure increases whenever I see your ugly face. Don't ever come in front of me again. I will kill you if you come in front of me again" she yelled on top her lungs. Riddhima ran back to her room crying hard. She slid down the floor locking the door. She heard the door downstairs closing with a bang. She cried loudly hugging her knees. Her phone rang, she ignored it. It kept on ringing again and again. Annoyed, she stood up and took the phone from the bed. She pressed the green button seeing "Armaan calling" flashing on the screen.
"Basket, kya hua? Why are you crying" Armaan panicked hearing her crying. "A..arm..arma..armaan" she cried more hearing him. "Where are you basket?" "Gh..gha..ghar" "I am coming there now" "No..no armaan. Don't come here now" she said in a scared voice between her sobs. "Why are you crying basket? I want to see you now" he said his heart twitching in pain hearing her crying. "Armaan.." "Please riddhima.." "Can you come to the beach armaan? I will come there" "I will be there in twenty minutes. You be careful when you come there" "hmm" she mumbled and cut the call. She reached the beach and sat in the rock. Armaan reached there and searched for her. He found her sitting in a rock, a little far. He ran to her and kneeled in front of her. She looked at him and just held his hands in hers. She didn't cry, she didn't do anything, she just sat quiet.
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Armaan's heart ached. Riddhima was sitting beside him staring at the distance lost in her thoughts. Her face expressionless and her eyes blank. They were sitting there in the rock for more than half an hour now. She was just sitting there holding his hand. Not being able to take her silence anymore, he called her. "Riddhima" she didn't respond. He called her again a couple of times, but she didn't respond. "Basket" he called her and she looked at him. His heart shattered as he saw pain in her green eyes when she looked at him. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. Armaan wiped her tears and took her in his embrace hiding her from the world. She started to cry in his arms. His heart ached seeing her like this. Not once in these four months they knew each other, he saw her like this. She was so vulnerable. He let her cry caressing her back mumbling soothing words to her. He wanted to kill whoever made her cry. He didn't know what made her break the wall herself, which she built around herself not showing her vulnerable side to anyone, not even to her bhaiya and him. Her sobs subsided after sometime. She came out of his embrace slowly. He wiped her tears shaking his head in "no" and kissed her forehead lingering his lips there, making her close her eyes. She opened her eyes after a few seconds and looked into his eyes, which were moist. She wiped the tear which came out of his blue eyes. She saw the ocean of care, concern, worry and love in his eyes. His eyes asking her to tell him why she cried. He held her hands in his and blinked his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, she told him what happened. Armaan was shocked and confused hearing her. "Why did she shout at you? Your mom doesn't want you to call her mamma? Why basket?" he asked her confused. "Be..beca..because i am not her daughter armaan. I am an o..or..orp..orphan" she whispered in choked voice. "What?" he was more than shocked. "Haan Armaan. I am an orphan. Bhaiya's parents are not my parents. My parents died in an accident when I was two years old. My mother is bhaiya's mother's younger sister. She hated my mother from their childhood. Maa and Paa loved each other and married with elders blessings. Mamma (Padma) didn't like it at all. Hers was an arranged marriage. My grandparents died when maa was four months pregnant with me. According to my grandparents' Will, all the properties are equally shared to both his daughters. Everything was going fine until my parents died in an accident. Mamma and papa (Shashank and Padma) took me to their house as their daughter, because they wanted others to think of them as big hearted people. They act like they love me their like own child in front of others. But in real, they don't. My so called parents hate me armaan. I don't know why mamma hated my maa and why she hates me. They don't even like to look at me. I call them mamma and papa when there was any guests visiting them. Otherwise, they ordered me not to call them mamma and papa. If it was not for bhaiya, I would have died long ago. He is the reason i am living. I am living this life just for the sake of living it armaan. I am just a burden for others. I am.."she couldn't speak anymore and cried more. He took her in his arms hiding her from the world and protecting her. His heart cried for her. He controlled his tears."sshh basket. Please don't cry. I can't see tears in your eyes. You are not an orphan basket. You have me and your bhaiya with you. I will always be there with you basket. You are not a burden on anyone. Your bhaiya's parents don't know what they are losing. Will your maa and paa be happy if you cry like this? Your maa and paa, your bhaiya and me, we want to see you smiling and happy basket. Even if your parents are not with you physically, they will be seeing you riddhima. They will be crying too seeing their dear daughter crying like this. Do you want your parents to cry?" she shook her head in "no". "Then stop crying basket. Don't pay attention to what your so called parents are saying. I know it will more difficult for you as your bhaiya is also not here with you. You should be strong basket. Be strong and face them".
"I can't armaan. Bhaiya is also not here with me. He will not be coming back here for six months. Bhaiya was already very hesitant and afraid to leave me alone here and go to Banglore for training. If I tell him what happened today, he will come back before his training finishes. I don't want that armaan. He got this job after a lot of struggle. But at the same time, i am scared to stay there without bhaiya. I don't know what to do. I don't want to stay in the same place with them when bhaiya is not with me" she said sobbing. His shirt was wet now with her tears. Armaan thought of what to do. She was right. She couldn't stay with her so called parents when her brother is not with her. It's not safe for her. She can't stay with him in his house. His parents have gone to U.S to visit his grandparents. Her bhaiya will not let her stay alone plus its not safe. She doesn't have any friends with whom she can stay till her bhaiya comes back. "You have hostel accommodation in your college Riddhima?" he asked her. She nodded. "Ok then. Can you stay in the hostel till your bhaiya comes back?" she nodded again. She doesn't care where she was staying. She stayed in that house only because her bhaiya was with her. She is scared to stay there without him. She just wants to stay away from them.
Armaan tucked her tresses softly behind her ear kissing her head. "Basket" she looked up at him. "Please don't cry, it hurts here when you cry" he said pointing to his heart. Her eyes welled up again. He kissed her eyes before the tears could come out and whispered, "I won't let you cry again". She smiled a little. He kissed her temple. "One more thing basket, you look very scary when you cry. I got a heart attack seeing your face. Hereafter tell me when you want to cry. I will prepare myself to see your scary face" he said trying to lighten her mood and chuckled seeing her expressions changing. "You.." she started hitting him with her fists. Her soft hand doesn't give him any pain. He laughed. "ok ok sorry basket , I was just joking yaar. Come on, lets go" he said and stood up. He gave her hand to her and she stood up holding it. "I told you I don't want to go home" "We are not going there basket" "Where are we going then?" "Do you trust me?" "More than I trust myself" she said making him smile wide. They both walked towards his bike holding hands. She looked at his bike hesitantly. He sat on the bike and started it. He understood what she was thinking. He opened his mouth to say something, before he could say anything, she sat behind him making him smile.
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Armaan stopped the bike when he felt her head on his back. She had fallen asleep keeping her head in his back. Armaan took her right hand and encircled it around his waist. She was sitting one sided and she might fall off the bike when he take turns. He started his bike again and drove slowly not wanting to wake up her. He reached the destination after thirty minutes and stopped his bike. "Basket" he slowly called her patting her hand on his waist. She opened her eyes and looked around confused where she was. She got down the bike when she realized she had fallen asleep in his bike holding him. She looked at him embarrassed. He smiled at her and rang the doorbell. An elderly lady opened the door after a few seconds. Armaan hugged her "How are you bi?" "I am fine beta. How are you?" "I am fine bi" she kissed his forehead. She looked at riddhima and moved towards her. "Who is this beautiful girl here?" she asked caressing her head. "She is Riddhima" "Namaste aunty" riddhima said and took her blessings. "Come in" bi said and led them in. "You both had your dinner?" bi asked. Armaan shook his head in "no". "You both freshen up. I will prepare your dinner" bi said and walked towards the kitchen. "Come with me basket. I will show you the washroom" he said and she followed him. "Who is this armaan?" "She is Shehnaaz bi. She is my grandma's friend. We all love and respect her as much as we love our grandparents and she loves us as her own children. She lives in Panchgani. She is here for two days for some work. She will be leaving tomorrow" he said and stopped in front of a room door. "The washroom is in this room basket. You freshen up and come down". She nodded and he went downstairs.
"Who is this riddhima?" bi asked him when he entered the kitchen. "woh..hmm" he fumbled. She smiled seeing him. She understood who she is to him. "So finally you found your girl. I am so happy for you beta" she said hugging him. She saw him blushing coming out of the hug. She ruffled his hair. "Bi, can she stay here tonight? She is going through a lot in her life. I will tell you everything later". "Of course Ammy, she can stay here" "Thank you bi. I will freshen up and come. Please don't tell anything about riddhima to our family now. I will tell them when they come back" he said and bi nodded. He went out of the kitchen kissing her cheek.
"I am not hungry armaan" "Please eat basket" "No armaan. I am really not hungry" "Eat a little. For me basket, please" he said with pleading eyes. She couldn't say no to him again and opened her mouth. They fed each other.
Armaan and riddhima went out to the small garden after dinner. "Basket, I didn't take you to my home because my parents are not there now. They have gone to U.S to visit my grandparents. I thought you might feel uncomfortable staying alone with me. So I brought you here" "You don't need to give me explanations armaan. I owe you a lot. Thank you armaan. Thanks for being there for me. Thanks for everything" she thanked him with moist eyes. "Don't be so formal basket. I will always be there for you. If you ever thank me again, I won't talk to you" he said turning his face to the other side in fake anger. She smiled a little and went to the other side he was facing. "Can you armaan?" "What?" "Can you stay without talking to me?" she asked him looking into his eyes. They were lost in each other's eyes. "I can't riddhima. I can't live peacefully even for a second, without talking to you or seeing you" he said and hugged her. She hugged him back. Armaan felt something wet on his shirt and separated her a little from him. He wiped her tears and sang looking into her eyes.
Aansoon tere saare meri palakon pe saja de
kuchh is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
Aansoon tere saare meri palkon pe saja de
Kuchh is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
Kuchh is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
Aansu tere saare meri palkon pe saja de
Tu har ghadi har waqt mere saath raha hain
Haan ye jism kabhi door kabhi paas raha hain
Jo bhi ghum hain ye tere unhe tu mera pata de
Kuchh is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
Aansoon tere saare meri palakon pe saja de
Mujhko ko to tere chehare pe ye ghum nahi jhachta
Jaayiz nahi lagta mujhe ghum se tera rishta
Sun meri guzarish ise chehare se hata de
Sun meri guzarish ise chehare se hata de
kuchh is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
Aansoon tere saare meri palakon pe saja de
kuchh is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de
Armaan led her to the room and stopped near the door. "Good night basket. Don't think about anything and sleep well. I will be here in the next room. Call me if you need anything" he said softly tucking her tresses behind her ear. She nodded and went inside looking at him. He closed the door and went to the other room.
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Riddhima came out of their memories world when she heard phone ringing. Armaan's phone was ringing continuously. The ringing stopped and she thought he answered the call. But it rang again. "Why he is not answering the call? Who is it calling him again and again? Is it bhabhi? She will be worried again if he didn't answer the call" she thought and walked to his room hesitantly. She saw his phone in the bed in the dim lit room. Hesitantly she took it and saw "Roshan caling" flashing on the screen. Roshan was armaan's P.A. Before she could answer the call armaan came out of the bathroom and looked at her. "hmm..woh..your phone was ringing continuously. Roshan is calling you" she said giving the phone to him. "I will call you later Roshan. I am busy now" he said and cut the call before roshan could talk anything.
Armaan caught riddhima's wrist who was going out of his room. "Leave me armaan" "Please listen to me once basket. Please" "I will listen to you when you tell me why you left me. We don't have anything to talk other than that" "Basket.." "Don't call me basket. You lost the right to call me basket when you threw me out of your life. You know what armaan? You never loved me. You wouldn't have left me if you have ever loved me" she shouted on him in anger. Armaan left her wrist hearing her. "Basket..what are you saying? How can you say that?" he whispered not able to believe she said those words. Tears filled his eyes. "How can you say that basket? I love you basket. I love you from the moment I saw you. I loved you then and i love you now. I will always love you. I don't know how to live without loving you riddhima" he shouted. She didn't know if she should cry or smile on his confession. She craved to hear those words from him for five years. Now that she heard them and saw the love in his eyes, she didn't know if she should be happy or sad at this moment. "Then why did you say you hate me? Why did you threw me out of your life? Why did you leave me armaan? Why?" she whispered holding his collar, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Because I love you basket" he whispered above her lips looking into her eyes. They looked at each other, their eyes and heart yelling they love each other. Armaan placed his lips on hers kissing her. Riddhima stood still feeling his lips on hers suddenly. She didn't respond to him and just stood frozen in the spot. She kissed him back after a few seconds. His one hand went to her nape and he held her waist with the other hand pulling her closer. She encircled her hands around his neck. They poured their unspoken words in that kiss. They kissed each other with equal love and passion. All the pain, torture they went through without each other, how much they missed each other, how much they love each other, whatever they couldn't tell in words, they said it all to each other in their kiss.
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