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(AR , MANEET , SAJAN , MAYUR)
Chapter - 19
(AR)
"Muski, tu... yahaan... kaise...?", his sentence was left incomplete.
"Haan Bhai, aap late nahi huye ho"
"Par Muski, tujhe kaise pata, i mean..."
"Areh! Bhai, Principal sir had just dashed into me, or maybe i dashed into him. Considering the fact that he was the one who didn't pay attention, he dashed into me, but on the other hand, i also wasn't paying attention, so i too dashed into him. But then again..."
"Muskaan Mallik, do you mind shutting up and coming right to the point", Armaan spoke, frustrated of her no sense nonsense. She saw his face and immediately pressed her lips tight. He looked at her expectantly, as she looked back with a straight face.
"Oh no! What did i do to deserve this?", Armaan mumbled as he smacked his head. "Ok Muskaan, now you can speak and tell me what the matter is..."
"Hu... haan Bhai, thank you, mujhe bolne dene ke liye, verna aapko to pata hai na, main self-control se hie suffocate ho jate, sheesh! But no problem, better late than never, aapne mujhe bolne diya, and that's whats important, and moreover..."
"MUSKAAN! Come to the point damnit!", Armaan shouted through his ears, and Muskaan knew she had crossed the limits.
"Yahaan-aate-huye-mujhe-abi-abi-Principal-sir-mile-they-aur-unhone-bola-ki-chief-guest-land-karne-wale-hain-aur-aap-unhe-receive-karne-ke-liye-kisi-ko-bhej-do-bada-ajeeb-sa-naam-hai-unka-plus-flight-details-bi-hain-maine-paper-pe-likhi-thi-kahan-gaya-wo-paper-ek-minute-Bhai-haan-ye-mil-gaya-chalo-ok-Bhai-bye-have-fun-see-ya", Muskaan said it all in one breath, and ran away before he could speak something, handing him the slip of paper she'd just fished out from her pocket. He shook his head in annoyance, and was about to throw the parchment, but recalling his duty to the college, he called one of his juniors and read out the details to him. He was about to throw away the paper, when something at the back caught his eye.
'on-the-spot singing cum karaoke competition
song name - my heart will go on by Celine Dion'
Armaan wondered why was Muskaan carrying this. He knew she hadn't participated in the competition. She couldn't sing to save her life. But then realization struck him. All of a sudden his question was answered. The scene at the stage played back in his mind. Muskaan was the person who'd offered the bowl to Riddhima, and if Armaan wasn't wrong, she'd pocketed the slip. One riddle was solved, but the next question was that why did Riddhima sing a different song? Had it been some other song, he would've assumed that she was unknown to the lyrics, but he was aware of the fact that she knew this song only too well. It was a song closer to her heart, but still she sung a different song. He knew the reason, and he wasn't liking it, not at all.
Next morning, in college, the Principal called Armaan to inform him that he was to leave immediately for a student's conference being held in Panchgani, as the representative of their college. The conference was one week long, and it was mandatory for him to attend it, as no other person could be found. Sulking, Armaan left making all the preparations within no time.
For Armaan, one week in Panchgani passed like not less than 1 year. He avoided any calls from his friends and family, as he knew they would be filled how life's good again, as Riddhima is back to the college. Once when he was talking to Muskaan, she'd told him that Riddhima hardly spends any time outside the house. Usually, she liked being in her house with Rahul and Muskaan. That was how the three were spending their time. And Muskaan didn't forget to mention that Abhimanyu was not as strict as he had seemed to be, as he also hanged with them, and was a fun person. They all had a gala time with Riddhima's family, and Muskaan would have never shut up, had Armaan not cut the call. It seemed to Armaan that Riddhima's life was getting back on the track, just like he'd wanted it to be. He should've been happy, but thinking about Riddhima every moment, and the fact that she was happy with someone else, killed a part of him, with every passing second. Even in the conferences and the lectures, Riddhima's smiling face flashed in front of his eyes, and he was unable to do anything to wipe it off. Due to lack of his focus on anything else, he planned to come back a day earlier, than he'd intended to. He told his father about his plan, who in turn gave him another work to do, on his way back. He was supposed to collect some important papers from their branch in Panchgani, and was to deliver them to their clients in Mumbai. He tried to avoid it, but his father insisted. The papers were very important, and no one else could be relied onto. Armaan agreed, and his father gave him the address. As soon as Armaan entered the outskirts of Mumbai, something stir in him. He felt as something was going to happen, he called Muskaan involuntarily, and she told him that she was out to watch a movie. Out of nowhere, he asked if all the others were fine, Sumit, Simran, Anny, Chako, Rahul, Riddhima, and the others. To this, she replied they were all well, and he would better cut the call, she wanted to watch the movie. Even after knowing that Riddhima was safe and sound, Armaan's heart didn't calm down. Somehow, he managed to drive to his destination. His dad had called up to tell him that their client was at home today, and not at the office. So Armaan had driven to their house instead, and when he entered the mansion like house, he was told by the guards to go straight inside. He moved through the garden, and stood in front of the main gate, ringing the bell. He waited for 5 minutes, but got no response. He again rung the bell, and this time in continuation for about 3 to 4 times, and stood smiling like a naughty kid. Just then, he heard the sound of the knob being turned, and immediately straightened up, with his chest puffing out, and the wide grin adorned on his lips. The door opened, and the sight that greeted him left his wits hit on the wrong spot.
"' haan Bade Papa, main khol rahi hoon gate, dekhti hoon kaun itna impatient hai'"
Her face turned towards the back, as she shouted the words to someone, Riddhima stood in front of him, dressed in a white t-shirt with a sponge bob's face glowing brightly on it, and a pair of tight fitted denim shorts, that reached her knees. She appeared very petite to Armaan, as her hair was tied loosely in a clutch, strands of which bordered her face. As soon as she turned her face, she realized that it was him and her eyes grew wide, hidden by the specs which irritated him, as they obstructed her beautiful eyes from him. She was too numb to react as pressed the book she'd been holding to her chest, while her other hand took support from the handle of the door.
"Riddhima'",
"Riddhu! Kaun hai gate pe? Sun, Mr Mallik ke yahaan se koi aane wala tha, mujhe kuch papers dene, kahin wo to nahi hai?"
Both Armaan and Riddhima's faces turned back, to see a man descend the stairs as he spoke to Riddhima.
"Bade Papa! Wo darasal ye'", Riddhima tried to speak something, but Armaan cut her in between.
"Mr Shashank Gupta, main hie aaya hoon, aapko wo papers dene", he moved ahead past Riddhima, inside the house as she closed the door silently.
"Oh chalo achha hua. Aao aao, baitho beta", Shashank gestured him to settle down on the sofa, as he himself sat on the opposite seat.
"Main paani lati hoon", Riddhima spoke in a soft voice, and tried to leave, when Shashank stopped her.
"Riddhu, aap kyun takleef leti hain. Maine kitchen mein kehal wa diya tha, koi na koi aata hie hoga. Aap baith jaeeye, aur apni book continue kijiye. Aapko apni Badi Ma aur Nikki ke ghar aane se pehle book padhke mujhe aur Abhimanyu ko iska end batana hai. We obviously can't lose the bet to them, can we?", Shashank gave a small laugh, which made Riddhima smile.
"Bade Papa, aap bohut bure ho! Hamesha mujhse cheating karate ho", Riddhima whined as she stiffled the smile that had almost reached her lips.
"Bacche, aap aisa mat kahiye. Aap hie to meri aur Abhimanyu ki hope hain, aap hamare saath aisa karengi?", Shashank pouted, and Riddhima burst out laughing.
"Rehne dijiye Bade Papa, apni nautanki band kijiye, main aap dono ko book padhke batati hoon", she smiled.
"Yeh hui na baat. Mujhe pata hai, mera kuch bhi ho, tum apne pyaare Abhimanyu ko haarte huye nahi dekh sakti na?", Riddhima just shook her head at this, and that was when she realized that Armaan was listening to all of it. She suddenly went back to her sober expressions.
"Bade Papa, aap log kaam kijiye, main andar jaake book padhti'"
"Areh nai beta, humein aisa koi kaam nahi hain. Aap apni favorite jagah pe jaake baithiye, main jaanta hoon ki jab tak aap wahaan nahi baithengi, aapko book ka maza nahi aayega"
With this, Riddhima gave Armaan another glance, as she got up, and settled on the long resting chair that was placed there, right next to a glass door, which was slightly open. As Riddhima settled there, Armaan had a direct view of her, unlike Shashank, whose back faced her. The glass door presented a view to the garden, and through the slight opening, slow breeze came inside, whose presence Armaan realized due to the movement in Riddhima's hair. As Shashank called out to someone to get water, Armaan saw Riddhima glance at him again and again, as her face was filled with lots of confusion, and nervousness. Then, Shashank engaged him, and Riddhima went back to reading her book. Armaan stole glances of her, but he noticed that she was totally into the book, unaware of the happenings around her.
"So young man'", Shashank started.
"Armaan, Armaan Mallik sir", he completed.
"Oh! Armaan Mallik, matlab aap Billy ke bete hain?"
"Aap dad ko jaante hain?", Armaan sounded surprised.
"Beta, aapko yahaan Billy ne hie bheja hain na?", Shashank sounded serious, and Armaan realized his folly.
"Of course sir! Mera matlab tha ki aap dad ko personally jaante hain?", he immediately replied, worried that he'd offended Shashank.
"Hahahaha! Kya beta, itni jaldi serious ho gaye? Aap ki generation bhi na, mazaak nahi samajhti. I was just pulling your leg", Armaan also laughed a little with him.
"Sir aap mujhe yeh 'aap' kehke mat bulaiye. Thoda weird lagta hai", Armaan requested in a small voice.
"To phir aap bhi mujhe sir mat kahiye, thoda old lagta hai. Main to aapka uncle laga na", Shashank smiled at him.
"Ok uncle!", Armaan flashed his dimples.
"Ab aaye na aap line pe...", Shashank was cut in between, as Armaan glared at him, "Areh beta! Aapko humein ignore karna hoga. Actually wo aap udhar dekh rahe hain", he leaned towards Armaan and pointed to Riddhima who sat there lost of the reality, he continued in a whisper, "Wo hamare ghar ki Hitler sahiba hain. Bhagwan jaane unki mamma ne unhe kya khake paida kiya tha? Kehne ko to wo mujhe Bade Papa kehti hain, but mujhe itna strictly rakhti hain, ki sabko wo Badi lagti hain, aur useh aap kehte kehte, main baakiyo ko bhi aap hie kehta hoon. So let's just ignore it, ok?", Shashank looked adoringly at Riddhima, as his words sunk in Armaan. If Shashank wasn't Riddhima's dad, then perhaps he was Abhimanyu's dad, and that meant that Riddhima lived with them. What happened to her parents? As these questions played in his mind, his thoughts were left midway as he heard the loud commotion around him.
"BHOOO!"
"AAAHHH!"
This was followed by Shashank getting up and turning to laugh as Armaan moved aside to see what had actually happened. He saw Riddhima with a shocked expression covering her face that changed as soon as she saw Abhimanyu laugh his head off. She glared at him, who went to sit next to her, and hugged her. But she immediately pushed him back.
"Jao! Main nahi aapse baat karti", her nostrils flared up as she turned her face in an opposite direction.
"Kiddo!", Abhimanyu called her in a pleading tone, and she did nothing but huffed.
"Maine nai karni na aapse baat. Aap aur Bade Papa, dono bohut kharab ho. Ab to main aapko book bhi nahi padhke bataoongi, haaro apni bet", she said.
"Kiddo yaar, thodi masti to chalti hai na. Dekh, abhi past ke thode din theek nahi they, aur finally tu hum sabse khul kar baat karne lagi hai hasne lagi hai. Mujhe iska maza to lene de", Abhimanyu said in a serious tone, at which Riddhima turned to look at him.
"Par hamesha mujhe tang karna zaruri hai kya? Kuch aur nahi kar sakte aap, something else, something creative?", she asked.
"Kuch aur? Matlab abhi ke liye I am forgiven, right?", Riddhima turned her face to look around to avoid his gaze, but when she saw his face fall down, she smiled and nodded her head. Abhimanyu also smiled at her, and hugged her from the side. Armaan saw them, and felt their love pinch him in his heart. He turned his head, and gulped hard, as he blinked the tears that threatened to fall off his eyes any moment. Suddenly, he felt Shashank touching his shoulder.
"Beta! Abhimanyu aapse baat karna chahta hai", Shashank pointed towards the direction, and when Armaan turned his face, he saw Abhimanyu still glued to Riddhima.
"Main aapse baat kar raha tha, lekin aap to apni hie duniya mein gum they", he spoke.
"I am sorry, maine suna nahi. Aap kuch keh rahe they mujhse?", Armaan managed to push the words out of his mouth. Abhimanyu got up, and came to stand near him. Riddhima also got up, looking at him nervously.
"Yes! Main keh raha tha ki maine aapko kahi dekha hai. Do we know each other?", Abhimanyu repeated his question, looking at him curiously. Armaan saw Riddhima panic, as she looked alternately at him and Abhimanyu.
"I am Armaan Mallik, actually Riddhima aur main college mein saath hain. Aapne mujhe us din St Stefens mein dekha tha, aur wo college fest ke din bhi", he spoke, and Riddhima let out the breath she'd caught, as she waited for Abhimanyu's answer in anticipation.
"Areh haan! Yaad aa gaya, I remember your face from there. But we didn't talk, right?", Armaan nodded at that. "Hmmm! So tum aur Kiddo ek hie class mein ho?", he looked at Riddhima.
"Ji nahi! Main uska senior hoon", he replied as they all settled down again.
"To phir tum Kiddo ko kaise jaante ho?", Abhimanyu looked at him suspiciously.
"Ji wo main college ke newspaper ka Editor hoon, aur Riddhima meri Assistant Editor hai. Moreover Riddhima aur meri behen Muskaan best friends hain", Armaan completed, as he stole a glance to look at Riddhima, who was sitting amongst them, with a downcast head.
"Wow! Muskaan tumhari behen hai, matlab wo bhi Billy ki beti hai", Shashank exclaimed, to which Armaan nodded.
"Agar tum Muskaan ke bhai ho, to I am sure tum bhi uske jaise hie hoge? Anyways, Muskaan is a nice girl, Riddhima has good friends in the college", Abhimanyu pondered to himself.
"Beta! If you don't remember, Rahul bhi usi college mein hai, and he's a good friend of Riddhima too", Shashank said in a tone, which Armaan didn't understand.
"Us gadhe ka naam mat lijiye mere saamne", Abhimanyu suddenly got up as his voice raised, but he sobered down as soon as he saw Shashank and Riddhima stifling their laughter, "Kya dad? Aap na meri taang kheenchna band kijiye. Aur Kiddo, tu bhi has le zor zor se, ruk kyun gayi? Mujhe to samajh nahi aata ki tumhe wahi idiot kyun mila dost banane ko, aur wo bewakoof, Atul jaise intelligent aur achhe insaan ka cousin kaise ho sakta hai'", Abhimanyu kept on speaking things.
Armaan's eyes widened at the fact that Rahul and Atul were cousins.
"Rahul Atul ka bhai hai?", Armaan spoke a bit loudly, and took the glass of water placed in front of him.
"Haan, lagte nahi hain na? jaise mere ye do shaitan, koi kahega ye dono bhai behen hain?", Shashank gestured towards the two, who immediately high-fived with each other and smiled at each other. Armaan spluttered the water he was drinking, and the glass fell from his hands, as the others present immediately gathered around him with worried expressions on their faces.
"Armaan, beta aap theek to hain na?", Shashank shook Armaan, who was busy looking at Abhimanyu and Riddhima.
"Tum dono bhai behen ho?", he asked, aghast.
"Dad, lagta hai ki iseh shock lag gaya hai. Iseh pehle bithana padega, aur main jaake doctor ko call karta hoon", Abhimanyu spoke and he moved away to call the doctor.
"Riddhu beta, aap Armaan ko guest room mein le jaeeye. Main Billy ko call karke batata hoon", Shashank also went to make his call, as Riddhima helped Armaan get up, and led him to the nearest guest room. Armaan had his gaze fixed at the retreating back of Abhimanyu, and he seemed to be mumbling something. Even when Riddhima made him sit on the bed, his back resting against the bed post, he was lost in his own world. Riddhima got worried at his state, and sitting beside him, she shook him.
"Armaan! Armaan! Tum theek to ho na, kya hua tumhe", Armaan regained his senses when he heard her voice. He looked at her, as she was blinking back the tears in her eyes, with worry making her face go pale.
"Main theek hoon Riddhima", he spoke, and Riddhima saw that he was fine.
"Main Bade Papa ko bata kar aati hoon", she ran, before he could say a word.
Armaan went through the events in his mind, as he recalled Abhimanyu's over-protectiveness. As pieces fell in their right places, he smacked his head for being so stupid, and for not seeing the truth right from the beginning. Just then, he heard footsteps, and in the next instant, Shashank came in the room, followed by Abhimanyu and Riddhima.
"Beta, kaise hain aap?"
"Uncle, main bilkul theek hoon. Doctor ko bhi bulane ki zarurat nahi hai", Armaan smiled a bit to let them know he was fine.
"Par tumhe hua kya tha? Tum kuch mumble bhi kar rahe they?", Abhimanyu asked him.
"Wo kuch nahi, bas I guess I got lost momentarily. Wo itna travel karke thak gaya hoon na", Armaan replied.
"Chalo jo bhi tha, I am glad you're fine now. Meri aapke dad se baat ho gayi hai. I've told him ki aap kuch kha peeke aur thoda rest karke hie aayenge. Riddhu beta, he's your friend, I think you should look after him. Main inke khaane peene ke liye kuch bhijwata hoon. Aur Abhimanyu, aap chalke ek bar wo papers dekh lijiye ji Armaan laaye hain", the two men walked out of the room closing the gate slightly.
"Main tumhare khaane ke liye kuch lati hoon", saying this, Riddhima turned to go away, when Armaan moved forward, and holding her wrist, pulled her back. Unaware of his intention, Riddhima fell back on the bed, such that she hit his chest. Their faces were right next to each other, and both were lost in the other's eyes. They let their eyes talk to each other, savoring the presence of the other, after such a long separation.
Riddhima's eyes flashed all the questions that had been clouding her heart and mind since so many days. Armaan's eyes apologized for his behavior. Riddhima shook her head, not accepting his apology, given the ordeal she had to go through, because of him, as she turned her face away from him. But Armaan was in no mood to give up so easily today. Shifting a little, so that she was comfortable, he used his one hand to turn her face, while his other hand snaked around her waist. He saw that to avoid him, she'd closed her eyes.
"Riddhima..."
"Please Armaan, jaane do mujhe. Agar Bade Papa ya Bhai aa gaye, to mere liye problem ho jayegi", she said.
"Ek bar meri baat sun lo, please", he pleaded.
"Kyun? Aaj apni girl-friend Mallika paas nai gaye? Aaj wo bore kar rahi hogi na, ya phir kahi usne tumhe to nahi bhaga dia?", she asked, sarcasm dripping in her voice.
"Mallika meri girl-friend nahi hai... aur ye tum bhi jaanti ho..."
Riddhima's eyes flew open at this, while at what she spoke next, Armaan was flown away.
"Oh! To phir tumhare yahaan aane ki wajah kya ho sakti hai? Let me think, Mallika tumhari girl-friend nahi hai, right? And as far as i think, koi aur bhi nahi hai, which means, you are single, and ready to mingle, with every available girl, like you're trying out with me, right now, like many other previous occasions... because...",
"Yaar Riddhima, tum sachi bohut chapar-chapar karti ho", mumbling the words loud enough for her to hear, Armaan pulled her closer to himself, and smashed his lips on her. As expected, Riddhima tried pushing him, and moving away from him, but he had it sorted. Clasping both her hands into one of his, and the other one behind her face, pushing her towards him, he didn't let her escape. He kissed her gently, but with a determination of not to let her go. She didn't give into the kiss, as he continued kissing her. But the lack of force in his kiss, made her slowly loose her senses. She felt intimidated by his proximity, and the havoc he was creating into her. She'd been fervoured the last time, when it had been her first kiss, 'their first kiss', even though she'd taken the initiative. But this time, she was caught totally unawares the way Armaan was kissing her. He was extremely gentle, but there was a different feeling this time, that begged Riddhima to kiss him back. She felt a strong wave of emotion, as she too surrendered to her feelings, unable to control herself anymore. When he felt her give in, he released her hands, and instead brought them to her waist, desperately in search of something. She moved her hands in desperation, as all her desires came out at once. They both kissed each other hungrily, as if there was no tomorrow. When they ran out of oxygen, they separated, but not for too long as Armaan took her again for a deep kiss. He lifted her t-shirt a bit, as his hands played on her bare skin. She felt an electric jolt as soon as his skin touched hers, and unable to understand the desires of her heart, her hands also made way into his shirt. She pressed herself closer to him, not wanting to let go. Armaan felt the soft of her body merge into his hard chest, raising the testosterone level in his body. Her fingers worked on his back seducing him to no extent. He pulled her more into himself, as they didn't stop kissing. One of his hands made way to the front of her body, caressing her navel. She moaned in pleasure as she hissed his name. Letting go of her lips, he bent his head in the crook of her neck, and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. She arched her head to give him a better access, and her hand moved up in his hair, pushing him towards her, and the other clutching his back tightly. He left a trail of wet kisses as he rose from her neck, and bringing her face closer to his, planted a kiss right next to her lips, barely missing an inch, as she'd turned her face slightly in the nick of time. Armaan felt the desire burning within him, as her ever so lush lips, swollen a bit now, tempted him more and more, asking him to swoon and claim them. As he bent forward to close the distance between them, Riddhima moved her face forward to his side, and rubbed her cheek against his. She heard him groan, as her soft skin let loose the electrical sensation all around his body. She knew he wanted to kiss her, but she didn't want to give in so easily. She was enjoying the slight irritation on his face as he bore the painful pleasure. She herself felt a strong urge to feel his lips on hers, but right now, she wanted to play with him, teasing him, as a punishment to all that he'd made her go through. She kissed his cheeks, and bit his earlobe ever so lightly, which made him clench her even more tightly. She clenched his hair as she felt the passion melting her insides. Raising her head a little above his, as he held her by her waist with both hands, she kissed his forehead such that his mouth touched her neck. He didn't let go of this opportunity, and rolled his tongue over her neck, as she gasped due to the tickling sensation his touch had created.
"Armaan", she let out his name softly on an impulse, as she ruffled his hair, and it seemed to bind him in that magical tone. It was as if he didn't want anything else in his life, than to hear her speak his name with so much love. Love???
"I love you Riddhima", he whispered softly, but she seemed to have heard it, as he felt her body stiffen. She brought her body back to his level, and looked at him with wide eyes, boring directly into his. He knew like everytime, he had said the wrong thing, and now she was hurt, or maybe angry. He didn't really know, as her expressions were quite unreadable.
"Kya kaha tumne?", she finally stuttered.
"Nothing... I just... leave it Riddhima, forget i ever said anything", he said, trying hard to cover up his mistake, as he turned his head to look other sides. She cupped his face in her hands softly, and made him look at her in the eye.
"Fir se bolo"
The tone that she used had him captivated, and the magic of her eyes twisted a knot in him, and like a hypnotized person, he rambled what he'd said, as he held her waist for support.
"I love you Riddhima, i love you so much that i can't tell you how...", he felt his eyes widen up, and his words cut short, as Riddhima pushed her face and smashed her lips on his. He was a little taken aback, like the first time, but nevertheless, balancing himself a little, he kissed her back. Her hands had moved to snake around his neck, while his worked at her back on her skin furiously, bringing her closer to melt into him. He was almost lying on the bed, his head supported by the headrest, and she lay on top of him, her legs entwined with his. They kissed each other hungrily, the desire to hold each other tightly burning in their veins.
Suddenly Armaan felt something wetten his face, but didn't bother about it. But when he felt more water sticking to his cheeks, he opened his eyes, and noticed that small water droplets flowed from Riddhima's closed eyes. He immediately held her shoulders, and pushed her a little away. Her eyes flew open at the sudden movement, and he asked in a tense voice.
"Riddhima... Riddhima kya hua? Why are you crying?", she sniffed between his questions, "I'm sorry Riddhima, i didn't want to hurt you, trust me, i really didn't. Look, see... please stop crying, can you listen to me, stop crying... I... I'll stay away from you...", he left her free, "Please Riddhima, rona band kardo... I take my words back, okay... forget everything...", she put her finger on his lips and he stopped speaking. With the pearls glimmering in her eyes, she spoke in a watery voice,
"Bohut mushkil se bole ho, kaise bhool jaoon?", he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, "I have been waiting since so long to hear these words from you. Itne mushkil nahi they ki tumne itna wait karaya", she looked accusingly, and lowered her eyes. He saw the pain she was trying to hide, and lifting her chin by his finger, he asked.
"Maine nahi bola, to tum bol deti?", he removed her finger from his mouth.
"Kaise bol deti, kahin tumne mana kar dia hota to?", she replied in her soft voice.
"Bharosa nahi tha apne pyaar par?"
"Tha, pyaar par bharosa tha, par apni kismat per nahi tha. Tum nahi jaante Armaan, agar tumne mere pyaar ko reject kar dia hota, to main jeete jee mar gayi...", this time he cut her midsentence, by gently sealing her mouth with his lips. Before it could turn into a deeper kiss reflecting their love, they heard some voices. Riddhima immediately separated herself from him, and rushed into the bathroom right at a two step distance. Armaan realized the situation, and straightened himself, running a hand through his messed up hair and his face. He rubbed his finger through his lips, and smiled the feel of her lips. Inside the bathroom, Riddhima slammed the door tight and stood right there, the door supporting her back, as she slid down and sat. She felt her heart banging loudly across her ribcage, wanting an escape. She touched her face, caressing herself, feeling Armaan's touch all over it, and settling her fingers on her lips, she recalled the magic of his kiss.
Credit - POOJA (kweetrockstar)
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Edited by krs-ff - 13 years ago