It Should Have Been You #2 (ArSh FF) IMP NOTE PG

A: tum aaj tak nahin samajh payi...tumhe haq hai Shilpa...pura haq hai...

She just stood there at her door, dressed in her white night suit, hair all messy, make-up all off and looking like your average exhausted doctor. Except there was nothing average about this moment, it was beyond what she had thought to be possible and beyond what she expected to happen to her. As she stood there looking at him, smiling at her in the rain, standing right in front of his bike, driving her crazier with each passing second she wondered what she had done to be this lucky. It was strange how in the last few weeks every time she felt that this was the happiest she would ever be, he would do something like this. Without even having to say a word, he had sensed it. Somehow managed to understand and realize one of her oldest fantasies. She wasn't ready to disturb this sight just yet, she folded her arms and literally began to stare. He was hers, This man was hers. It felt so good to think like that, to say that and most of all to know that. "Tumhe haq hai". Where on earth do you find the words Armaan? How do you know just what to say? Why haven't I noticed those muscles on your arms? Wait...what?

Without even quite noticing until right now, she had begun to bite her lip and slowly but surely found that her head tilted just a little. While he stood there, wearing that black shirt of his, which was now so drenched that it was literally sticking to him, making his muscles and his chiseled cuts all the more obvious. Wow. Chiseled cuts? So shocked was she with her own thoughts that she literally jolted her head back into an upright position and tried to understand how her thoughts had gone from his ability to do the greatest of things to his adorable dimples on that sharp gorgeous jaw line. Just then at that very moment she realized something, something that she had completely ignored. In all their emotions and dramatic moments, she hadn't realized one of the most important things. It was now, after all this while that this obvious yet shocking reality hit her. She thought about it for another few seconds, focused in on him again, and instead of smiling, she blushed and chuckled. Of course! Her realization of the obvious was actually making her quite shy, she even felt a little embarrassed. This she could not tell him. Even if she had the right, this was just purely obsessive. In the end, her own mixed up and chaotic emotions meant that the 'stand here and just look at him' continued.

For Armaan that first look on her face when she saw him was just phenomenal. The way her eyes had lit up, and basically began to sparkle, the way her lips quivered not knowing whether to smile or cry in happiness, and most of all the way in which she had literally frozen when she saw him. He loved that he could do this for her, as much as he loved just being with her everyday, his inner Armaan couldn't help but he joyous at something as dramatic and grand as this. He looked at her, literally still, and chuckled a bit. Oh Shilpa, kehe nahi sakti thi, he said to himself. If it made her this happy, then why hadn't she told him before. And more importantly why was she still standing so far away, protected from the rain? This time when he focussed his gaze back on her, he winked. As if to gesture her to walk out towards him. But then he noticed something, something adorable and his favorite, she was blushing. At that he smiled, not a sweet smile, but a mischievous one. This blushing Shilpa always had the power to make go weak in the knees, tonight was no exception.

A: akele hi bheegne do gi kya?

She snapped out of her thoughts and smiled. Letting it all soak for another few seconds, she didn't care how dramatic or childish it may have seemed before, seeing Armaan made her believe that she could do whatever it was that she wanted. And going from the way he had been looking at her in these past few minutes, it was obvious that he felt the same way. She took a step towards him and then another, the excitement of the moment was as obvious on her face as it was on his. One more step and she felt the first of the rain drops of the night. Oh my goodness. This was actually happening. The things that she had been fantasying about every time it would rain, or every time she watched her favorite movies and now it was her turn. Another step and she was completely away from the ledge of the building, now totally in the rain. His smile was growing wider and his dimples more prominent. As she got closer she once again noticed those things that her mind had so mischievously noticed before, his strong arms, his gorgeous eyes, his broad and built shoulders, the way that wet black t-shirt of his could make any girl weak in her knees. How had she missed this for so long? Eyes still locked onto his, she took another step, while that girl who once dreamed was screaming inside of her.

For Armaan, with each and every step that Shilpa took towards him there was only one thing that he had been noticing since she first opened that door. There was this strange redness on her face, as if she was in a permanent state of blushing. The closer she got, the more he realized it. And the more he saw this the more he wanted to smile only to realize each time that he couldn't smile any more than he had been. When she took her next step and was literally with an arms reach from him his heart fell to his knees and he understood how lucky he was. If he had thought that she was beautiful before, then there were just no words to describe how this drenched, blushed, and insanely happy Shilpa looked. She took another step and stopped. He didn't smile at her this time he looked at her and raised his eyebrows, as if to ask...what now? This was exactly what she had running threw her mind. Just as she was a mere two steps from basically crashing into him, she stopped. Now what? She had dreamed of this her whole life, but now that there was pouring rain and this amazing man in front her, she had no clue what happens next. Fortunately for her, there was just no way that Armaan could let not knowing what ruin this moment for them...for her.

A: kya hua?

She looked at him and realized something for this first time...he has gorgeous eyes. Stunning eyes really. Again, why had she never noticed this before? Of course he noticed when she had become so obviously lost in her own head that she had begun to stare into his eyes without realizing how strange this may have looked. Armaan, obviously took advantage of this moment. As she stared deeply into his eyes he took one step closer to her. Close enough that this time it wasn't a pager, or a phone call, or someone calling her name that made her snap out of it, it was his presence. And the broad shoulders that were now blocking all her view beyond him. Still, though, she kept her eyes onto his.

S: tum itna sab kuch kaise jaan lete ho?

[He smirked a little. The genuine love and tenderness in the way she asked that made her even more attractive than she had been before.]

A: kaha tha na...yeh Armaan tumhara har Armaan pura karega...

She chuckled a little. Of course. And with those words, Armaan erased that last one step distance that was between them. All that was left were a mere few millimeters. When she shyed away just a little, and lowered her eyes, he took one hand and placed it under her chin and within seconds he lifted her head, so that her eyes were once again fixed on his. She took a deep breath, as if to prepare herself for what was to come. As if to ready herself before whatever it was that he had planned. But what he said, came as a complete surprise.

A: ab?

[Her romantic and shy eyes quickly went from wandering on here and there to taking on their typical circular shape whenever she was shocked and her lips that seemed to have been locked into that shy smile also took on a similar shape. What?]

S: Armaan!

A: kya?

[He loved it when she looked the way she did and he loved it even more when she was amazed at what he would say. And then he realized something which made him chuckle, he loved it all.]

S: has rahe ho?

[He shook his head.]

S: toh phir?

A: hairaan ho raha hoon...baarish ho rahi hai...mein pichle dus minute se bheeg raha hoon...aur tum...

He took that hand that was holding up her chin and slid it up so that it was closer to her ear. Then slowly he opened his palm and wrapped it perfectly around her cheek. He took the other arm and swung it around that it was now on her lower back. He looked at her closely again, and just like that, pulled her in. So strong was his pull that even though she had been standing so close to him, it felt as if they had crashed and she landed on her tip toes. Those arms that she had been so observant of were now firmly wrapped around her and she could feel every single muscle. That built chest that she had been ogling at was now right against her, and those stunning eyes that her mind had been gushing about were now staring right at her with so much love and such...such...such temptation.

A: ...mujhe daant rahi ho...

She didn't hear what he said. She couldn't. That was beyond her ability right now. With every single raindrop the intensity of this embrace and the sensation of their proximity was creating such ripples that even thinking about doing anything else was impossible. As naturally as she would have done anything else, she slowly lifted her arm and placed a hand on one of his shoulders. She took a deep breath and watched his eyes sparkle in the rain and noticed every single last drop that was dripping from his hair. She took a deep breath and took the other arm and placed it on his lower back. This time he noticed. He raised his eyebrows again with the same "what now" gesture and this time she had an answer. She knew what she wanted to do and she knew that he would do it. She knew that he would listen. She knew that he would do anything to make her feel as much in love as she felt at this very moment.

S: tumhi ne kaha tha na ... mujhe haq hai...

[He smiled. He knew exactly what she wanted.]

A: really?

[She gave him a nod, and cuddled her face in further into his hands.]

S: Really.

Just like that, in this very moment, with this man and this man alone, her fantasy was coming true. It was happening. Just as soon she said really. His grip on her grew tighter and before she had realized it his feet started to move, hers followed, his body began to sway, hers did the same. Slowly he moved his hand down from her face and slid to her arm, he tugged a little and the hand which she had placed on his shoulder too slid down and found its way to his. Almost instantly their hands met and their fingers intertwined. As soon as that happened her eyes lowered a little and her blush grew stronger. She bowed her head so that now it was almost tucked away between his chest and his neck. Her forehead was perfectly in line with his lips. Not being to help himself, he kissed her forehead. And at that very moment it all came together...it was happening...she was finally getting her rain dance.

A: Shilpa...

[All she could muster was a slight 'hmmm...']

A: tumhe mujhse kuch aur kehena tha na...

Instantly she looked up at him! How did he know? How could he sense that her mind had been wandering all this while? No way...there was just no way. But then again, why was she so surprised, he always managed to pick on things like this. But while she looked at him looking at her and while she enjoyed being so inseparable from him, she couldn't find the words to say what she wanted to. How could she tell him that the one thing she had realized tonight, despite all the other great romance was how absolutely, insanely, indescribably good looking he was. Were there words that would help her explain her state of mind. Help her explain that all that was running through her mind was that he was gorgeous just...just...just...

S: kehe doon?

[He focussed in on her some more and released his hand from hers. Once again he lifted towards her face. This time however his hands met the side of her cheek, he slowly slid his hand up her cheek to brush away some of the wet hair. And when he knew that he had completely and utterly taken control of all her senses he gave her a nod.]

A: kaho...

S: tum...tum...

[Just thinking about what it was that she had to say made her giggle a little. The giggle was followed by a simultaneous biting of her lips and shutting her eyes. Obviously this bewildered Shilpa was amusing to Armaan.]

A: shilpa!

S: woh...tum...

A: main? main kya?

[Oh it was no use forcing it, she would say when she had to say it. For now, all she wanted to do was enjoy the romance.]

S: tum baarish mein baatien sun ne ke liye khade the kya?

He smiled. This is what made her special. It was moments like this that had made him fall in love with her. But then again...she was right. He didn't waste any more time on words. Smiling as he had been before, he released her from the grip from his arm. Then as she looked stunned at his actions, he shocked her some more. He took one hand and placed it on her hand that was firmly situated at his waist and slowly removed it from there. What on earth was going on? Had she angered him in some way? Then as if that wasn't enough he took just one tiny step back, leaving her confused. As he had one step back, he looked at her. She really was stunning. The most stunning woman he had ever seen. He smiled and when he knew that he caught her gaze, he winked and this time it was her turn to raise her eyebrows and ask "now what"?

Before she could even begin to think about answering that question, he answered it for her. He knelt down a little and without any warning what so ever literally swept her off her feet and within seconds she was in his arms, with the rain pouring down on the both of them. ARMAAAN, she screamed. And before she could even finish her scream and come to terms with having been swept up, he began to spin, spin as he held her in his arms and as an instant reaction from fear of falling her arms lunged forward and were wrapped around his neck. ARMAAN, came the second scream. Right there...in front of her house, under the monsoon clouds, in the pouring rain, he too screamed...I LOVE YOU!

After about three minutes of that he stopped, he let her down but because of dizziness she basically fell onto him again. Both of them completely out of breath in more ways than one looked at one another and smiled. And before she knew it while she had been leaning on him for support her had engulfed her in his arms. She too relented. She slid her hands from under his arms and held on tightly. Now was the time to tell him. She lifted her head a little and still not being to reach, she got on tip toes and her lips were now right beside his ears.

S: tum...bahut...bahut...you're so hot!

[He didn't move even a little but she could tell that he had laughed. She could feel it happen right against her. She too laughed a little. And as silly and crazy as it was there they were...drenched in the rain, wrapped in one another arms and laughing! After a few minutes of that he pulled back just a little, so that he was still in her arms and she in his but so that they were now face to face.]

A: tumhe ab pata chala hai?

There was only one way to react to that. Only one reasonable reply. She leaned forward a little and kissed his cheek. This was it, the most in love he had ever been. The most overwhelmed and consumed by someone else he had ever been. If it were up to him he would stand here all night long and all day long. Just holding her. Breathing in her scent, feeling her warmth against him, looking into her eyes and seeing his world, and just being with her and laughing. But he knew that couldn't happen. Even if this was the most perfect half an hour of his life and the most romantic rain of his life, it had to end. Besides, he could feel her hands shivering and his own as well.

So slowly, romantically and oh so naturally he literally led her back towards the door. While still holding onto her in his arms and he was pretty much pulling her. She hadn't released him from her arms either. It had taken him about five minutes to get to her and he had only realized it when his back hit the door and there was no more room left for him to pull her. Eyes still set upon each other, they both said the same thing, at the same time and with the same intensity.

A/S: I love you.

[And to this...there was only one reply.]

A: Oyyye Hoyye...

Finally they both, although it had taken all their strength let go of each other and pulled away their arms. Armaan was still standing with his back to the door so when he asked why she was still standing here staring at him, she replied with the same. He laughed a little and out of embarrassment lifted his hand and placed it behind his head and moved aside. He would go in, grab a towel and then be out of here. When he moved to the side, she stepped in and just as soon as her hand reached the door knob and she was about to open it Armaan noticed something.

The rain had made her just a little bit see through, but that wasn't what Armaan noticed. Through her shirt, he saw something...on the middle of her upper back just a few centimeters below her neck. Something black, something small...and just then it hit him. No way, that couldn't be. Was it.

A: Shilpa!

[She was just about to open the door when she turned to see him. She was taken aback by the look of shock and surprise on his face. What happened? Still drenched and now just a bit cold she spoke.]

S: kya hua?

[No way...there was just no way. That couldn't be.]

A: tattoo...

[That's all he needed to say for her to realize what he had seen. Oh no. Not that. Again her eyes took on their circular shape which was followed by a jaw drop.]

S: Armaan...woh...main...

He was right. It was a tattoo. Shilpa had a tattoo. Shilpa actually had a tattoo. His expression of shock quickly turned into a smile and when he saw how flabbergasted she had become that smile turned into a smirk. A smirk that could only mean one thing. That signaled to her what it was that he intended to do. The only thing that she could do was shake her head. Shake her head so that he knew the answer even before he had asked the question. But he didn't seem to notice it. He took one step closer. She did the same but unfortunately they only thing she found was her back against the door. She was trapped.

She tried to shake her head again but soon realized that it was of no use. She could see how determined he was by just looking at his eyes. For Armaan all that mattered right now was that Shilpa had a tattoo. He looked at her and he knew that she knew what he was about to do. He also knew that there was no way he would stop. As he took another step towards her, still drenched and dripping, he swept one hand through his hair just to make sure that they were all away from his face and just then he got close enough to feel her fastened heart rate and deep breaths.

She too could feel his breath, but it was no where near as erratic as hers, but what was the same was the sense of excitement in his heart beat. She tried one last time with less then millimeters in between them to shake her head. But this time he not only ignored it, he stopped it. Just as soon as she had made up her mind to shake her head, he lifted his hands and cupped her face in them. Once again for the gazillionth time tonight, he locked his graze with hers. All she could do to try and stop him was whisper, 'Armaan'. But all that did was make that smirk on his face and that mischief in his eyes even stronger. He slid his hands from her face to her shoulders. Now she didn't shake her hand she actually smiled. This was it. He was about to see what she had been afraid to show to anyone. He reciprocated her smile with a wink and right after that he slid his hands to just below her shoulders and tightened his grip. Without even him having to do anything or say anything, she knew what coming.

He gestured her to turn around and she sensed that there was just absolutely no choice in the matter. She turned and now she could feel his heart beat even more than she had been able to before. She closed her eyes, knowing that the sensations that she was about to feel required her to do just that. He leaned in a little closer, and in her ears whispered, "lagta hai tum meri liye hi bani ho...miss tattoo". His whisper, his breath on her neck literally led to goosebumps and what could only be described as ferocious heart beats.

He slowly pulled away from her ear and with one hand slowly took her soaking wet hair and swept it to one side. She really was gorgeous and she really did have an unimaginable power over him. His heart beat too had increased and the sensation that he felt right now could not be described in words. It didn't need to be described in words. He took his other hand and took a hold of the zipper at the back of her shirt. Not only could he see the goosebumps on her back, he could also see and feel the shiver in his own hands. It was the sensation he had when she had kissed only this time it was thousand times more powerful. Slowly, carefully, he pulled it down to just below her shoulders.

S: Armaan...

A: Shhh...

He let go of the zipper and ever so gently tugged at one side of her shirt. She was soaked in water, it made this all the more harder to bear and it made both their breaths all the more harder to control. Just as soon he tugged at the shirt he saw it...her tattoo. And when he saw what it was, his heart dropped to his knees, and his eyes went moist within an instant. "Love". That's what it read. That's all she wanted. That's all she needed and that was all what he would give her, so much of it that she would never, ever need anything else. He leaned in again and out of pure instinct he kissed her tattoo, he kissed the Love, and just as soon as he kissed her wet tattoo he felt her gasp. Never ever before had he been this attracted to her. Never before this had her heart raced so fast and her whole being threatened to stop functioning.

Just as he pulled way from her tattoo and went to kiss her now bare neck, he stopped. He realized something. He realized that if he didn't stop now, he wouldn't stop. If he didn't leave now, he wouldn't leave. Instead he took a hold of her zipper again and pulled it back up. He put his grasp on her shoulders again and slowly turned her around so that she was now facing him. This was just the most perfect way to end the night. The most perfect way to say Good night and the most perfect way to let her go inside and be joyous and be in love with while he did the same for her. Again he took a hold of her face in his hands and smiled. He leaned in again, but this time it was kiss of her forehead. Then he whispered, "Goodnight...Dhanno".

S: par tumahara towel...

[He looked at her, a little bewildered. Had she not picked up on what he was feeling? Even then no matter how much he had wanted to go inside, he knew that this was the right time for him to leave.]

A: ab mujhe jaana chahiye...

[He took one step back and like any girl who was completely smitten she couldn't bear it.]

S: par...towel?

[He smiled again, but at the same time he was amazed that she had not understood what was happening...or rather what could happen.

A: Shilpa...agar tum ab tak nahi samajh payi ki yahaan kya ho raha hai...toh joh main karne waala woh main nahin samjha paoon ga...

The look on her face told him that she understood. She knew what he was trying to say. But what he hadn't realized was that all this did was make her fall more in love with him. Again she found herself blushing, biting her lips, and chuckling.

S: Goodnight...

He took another step back and she continued to stand in the same position. He waved to her and she too him. As he got closer to his bike and she further from him both had the exact same joy on their faces. Tonight really was the best night...ever. But what warmed Shilpa's heart was knowing that there would be more. Having no other choice, and knowing that she would stand out here absolutely soaked until he left, he looked at her one last time for the night and blew her a kiss. Though he was further away he could still see the sparkle in her eye and that blush on her cheeks. She turned around and opened the door, when she turned one last time she saw him looking up at the sky and running his hands through his hair. Perfect, she said. When she stepped inside, her heart rate was still too fast to be normal and just like that her mind replayed all that had happened and out of pure instinct and utmost joy she opened her arms out wide and once again Armaan had forced her to spin around in circles.