It was the worst day of his life...or maybe the Best? He didn't know. All he knew was that he had a uncanny,uneasy but somehow soothing feeling about the whole thing- it was like he was happy,sad,scared,confused,relieved...all at once.
Was it even possible?
Quietly he stared at her figure on his bed. Her beautiful face was serene,lost in deep slumber. Her dark brown hair was spread over the pillow-some of the strands lightly caressing her face. Her cheeks still had the marks of dried tears that were faintly visible in the moonlight. But still...she looked so beautiful. She had always been beautiful.
He tried to avoid the shudder that passed through him- to think that he could have lost her forever, that the very day could be the night after which he'd never see her again...or that smile, her laugh, her stubborness, her craze for strawberries, her love for dogs,the way her warm brown eyes shone in happiness- made him feel so empty inside that he dismissed the thought immediately.
But then- he was just a friend, wasn't he? Just a 'good friend'. The term always irked, it just never suited the way he cared about her. Or the way she was possessive about him.
He wasn't her boyfriend.
He wasn't the one who had cheated on her.
He wasn't the guy who had ruthlessly broken her heart into pieces.
He wasn't the one for whom she had climbed up the stairs to the terrace on the 20th floor of the building,ready to jump.
Only he knew how he had felt when he'd seen her like that- lost,cluttered,broken and not a bit like the cheerful, chirpy girl who he knew her to be. Atleast she'd screamed at him - that was relief, coming from someone who had not spoken for 5 days. Atleast the stubborn side of her wasn't totally lost.
He hated the guy who had done this to her. But, he was also jealous of him...it was weird, how in the middle of one of the most bizarre situations of his life, this thought cropped up unbounded. Would she have been that affected if it was him, in place of that guy?
A small part of him answered, he didn't want to know- or didn't want to be in the place of the guy who had made her look like this. He would probably would heaven and earth to avoid making her feel like this. He would probably do anything and everything - and not rest, till she was back to being herself. He would, not that guy.
He wasn't even her best friend- he was just a 'good friend', then why was it hurting him so much that he couldn't sleep? Maybe it's his nature. Maybe because she is too close a friend to him than anyone else. Maybe because he cares too much...
Or maybe because she'd made her place in his heart...Maybe because he was in Love. With her.
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Where did the Cookies Go?
You know, sometimes it feels so good to think that I'm pregnant. Because I can eat anything in the name of cravings...and no one can say a thing. Not even Armaan. Ha!
I tiptoe to the kitchen as he works on his laptop with full concentration. Hmmm...his glasses look so good on him. And he has a light stubble. Oooh I want to pull his cheeks...Okay, alright. Halt your thoughts Ridzy. Your husband is very sexy, and you're very lucky...But You need to get out the chocolate chip cookies you brought from CCD before he finds them. Focus.
I grin at my thoughts and carefully open the drawer where I thought he would never find them. Can I stop getting so overexcited? (Oh, maybe its because I'm pregnant.)
Okay so 1,2,3...and..
WHAT THE!
Where the hell are the cookies?! There isn't a single piece inside the jar, but I have to admit the jar was kept as I had initially placed it. That means...No. No...NO!
"Armaan?",I call out.
"Hmm..?", comes a faint reply from the living room.
"Where are the cookies?", I ask, almost knowing the answer.
"What cookies, Riddhima?"
"ARMAAN MALLIK!"
I can hear him laughing now...and then I can sense the smile in his voice as he says,"On top of the fridge baby...I just had to tell you that please, change your hiding place now!"
Edited by ..Maitree.. - 11 years ago
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