why i hate to love you -part 10-PG 14 - Page 2

Originally posted by: cute_unknown_fr

interesting ff👏
but riddhima is too rude 😡 for my cute armii 😳

well you'll know the reason y shez so rude in the next one or two parts

PART 3

In the evening, she was sitting under the same tree, studying. That was her favourite place. It was so peaceful there. That is , till someone decided to make an undesired appearance.

Ar: jaan, yahan itni gumsum kyun baithi ho?

R: I am trying to study armaan.. plz leave.

Ar: fine. Bas yeh dene aaya tha .

He handed her a note.. and waited for her to react.

Note: hum toh chale the dost banke, jaane kahan dil mill gaye.

after reading this, ridz totally lost it. She was already angry at him for those notes, and now another one.

R: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? HRITHIK ROSHAN? YOU THINK YOU ARE SOME HUNK JISKE PEECHE SAARI LADKIYAN BHAAGE? AGAR AISA HAI TOH I SUGGEST THET YOU GO SEE A PSYCHIATRIST TO CLEAR ALL YOUR HALLUCINATIONS.I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOU, STOP IRRITATING ME. EXAMS AA RAHE HAI, AND UNLIKE YOU, I HAVE TO STUDY SO LEAVE ME ALONE. AND AS FOR YOUR NOTE, HUM DOST NAHI HAI. AUR HUMARE DILL KABHI NAHI MILENGE. NEVER!YOU KNOW Y? COZ I HATEYOU! I HATE YOU ARMAAN MALIK! I HATE YOU!

Armaan was very hurt coz he genuinely liked her and she always misunderstood him.

Ar: I agree wid you, riddhima Gupta, huamre dill nahi mil sakte kyunki dill milne ke liye, dil chahiye. Jo aapke paas hai hi nahi.

Saying this he went inside the boy's hostel.Riddhima was heartbroken.she had feelings for him but thught that he wanted her for the thrill of the chase. He wanted to make her love him, and then he would make fun of her.tht's what she thought and even though her friends tried to convince her that she was wrong, but she was adamant and stuck to her belief.

ohhh abh pata chala riddhima ke bare mein
once again great parts yaar
👏
now plzzzzz update one big part yaar

PART 4

Armaan was really very upset, whatever he did, riddhima only shouted at him.he went to his room, which he shared with Atul and Rahul.

Atul: hey armaan kya hua? Fir ridz ne mana kar diya kya? Dnt worry Graduation ke baad try kar liyo. Pata hai 4 mahine reh paana tere liye mushkil hai bt try karle . exams aa rahe hai na

Ra: pehle exactly bata kya hua.

Armaan told them wat happened exactly

Ar: main thak gaya hoon. Kuch bhi kahoon toh bura maan jaati hai.choti choti baton pe chid jaati hai. I'm tired yaar. Samjh nai aata ki ek itni intelligent ladki, kisi ki feelings ke prati itni ignorant kaise ho sakti hai.

At: main toh keh ra tha ridz ko chod , kisi aur ko dhoond.

Ra: oye, apni faltu ideas apne paas rakh. Armaan tu bata, ab kya karega.

Ar: I give up. I've had enuf. Paanch saal mein nai samjhi tof chaar mahine mein khaakh samjegi.

Saying this he went to lie on his bed.ridz on the other hand knew, she had overdone it dis time.whenever she was upset, she used to write in her journal. He journal was just a collection of letters, which were never sent. This time too, she sat to write.

JOURNAL

I.HATE. ARMAAN. MALIK

Yes, I hate him. and here are the reasons why.

10. his nerve ( or lack of it)

he acts like a dude. He says he likes me. Writes notes full of cheesy pick up lines. Asks me out atleast five times a day. But he has NEVER asked me out directly. Always through atul or rahul or anjiali or even muskan. Whenever he comes to me , he just opens and closes his mouth. Words don't come out.. why?

You trouble me for stupid reason. Remember once during lunch, you called me, saying it was important just to show me a book on baby names? I didn't get to have any lunch dat day.

And then there's that journal you were carrying. I'm not stupid, whatever you may think - that journal is full of love letters and poems, and drawings of another girl. How dare you? How dare you?! To flirt with me while blatantly waving in my face a testament of your undying love to another girl?

9. your stupid jokes

yes some are funny.but most are not. How is being an insensitive prat helping you win me over? Those little personal comments - they hurt, and when they're being made by those so-called friends of yours, I don't see you sticking up for me.

you hide my files, dupatta even though you now that I feel uncomfortable without my dupatta. And files are important god damned.

I can't believe you, you say we are destined to be together. But you make fun of my suits. Insult guys whom I talk to like Vicky. You call him, yucky Vicky.dat is soo childish.

Every word that comes out of your obnoxious mouth is just another reason for me to hate a two-faced b****** like you, who doesn't even care about how hurt every girl that he chucks away is. Did you ever see Megha cry so hard after you dumped her? Did you ever see sheena more upset? No, and I doubt you'll be any different towards me - the only one you haven't cracked yet. You'll toy with me, make me believe you love me - and then cast me aside like all the rest, before moving on to my best friend.

8. you are horrible to Vicky.

Vicky is my family friend. We've been friends since we were kids.you can't tolerate him. You may find calling someone yucky Vicky funny, but I don't. Seriously, you need to grow up.

7.you are always there

you are always stalking me. Ask me to smile . or atleast talk to you. But do you know how irritating it is if someone follows you 24/7?

Give me my space for just a day, and maybe you'll see that smile you're always trying to find for me. The one you call 'more radiant than the moon/a smile more lovely than love itself'. Give me time- when it's time for me to really smile, you'll know. In fact, the entire fifth year class will know. Please - all I'm asking is a couple of minutes, a couple of hours, a couple of days - enough time to be myself without constantly worrying that you'll pop up behind me and propose. It's not just for me, either. The more you leave me alone, the less likely I am to land myself in jail by using one of the knives on you.

6.you never listen

I tell you to get out of my face. You still stand there with that stupid grin on your face, that stupid hurt look, the stupid expression that makes 'Armaan Malik, famous Basketball player, famous hunk, famous prankster, look even more stupid than before. And that's hard. I threaten you. Your smile falters a little, but you make a final offer through some joke or attempt to include me in whatever prank you're planning. I snap. I curse you blind, slam a door on your face, or do something equally drastic. I call you names, insult your intelligence, and say all manner of things that I don't really mean. You take it. You don't retaliate, you just look hurt for a minute and are back a little while later, bugging me again. Don't you at least have some sarcastic expression in your vocabulary? You're too forgiving, and you make me feel bad about myself. No one else has ever made me regret being rude- you're just that annoying. No matter what I do to you or about you, you keep smiling that stupid grin at me and trying again . . . and again . . . and again . . .

And the weird thing is . . . I really don't mind when you're back.

Not until you ask, "ridz, will you go out with me?"

5. your friends

Need I say much about this? Atul joshi has the second-most stupidest person ( I hope you know who's no.1), Mamc - the entire World for that matter - has ever, ever seen. Rahul . . . well, Remus is okay. Rahul - yes, he helps you with your pranks, but note that 'Your Stupid jokes' is number nine on this list. The reason why we're friends is because he doesn't have that stupid ego. He's nice, he's caring, and he understands me. More than I can say for you.

4.that Attitude.

You know what I mean. That, devil-may-care, horrible attractive attitude that draws all the girls to you. The one that makes you and atul the most wanted guys of maulana. The one that makes you a complete fool.

I don't know what all the girls see in you. The jokes - fine. Yes, you're funny. The basketball, fine - you're talented. The constant, showing up teachers in class, hittin the guts out of anyone who annoys you, picking up and dumping girls left and right - NOT FINE. You never care about anyone you hurt, just laugh it off. It hurts me, it hurts sheena, it hurts Arushi. And you never notice.

You never notice.

I will never go out with anyone like that. You hit whoever gets in your way for the fun of it - the fun of it, for heaven's sake! You're overbearing, arrogant, and have a huge, insufferable ego. I hate it. I hate you. And for heaven's sake, you're not the hottest doctor of the century - and I will not succumb to your attitude

3. you understand me too well

You might not think this is a problem. It is.

You make me feel guilty about myself. When you comfort me, when you suddenly don't seem like such a jerk to me any more, when you make me feel warm and safe - I say something snide, and it hurts you, and I realized I hurt someone who was trying to help me. Then I have to remind myself that I hate you, you were only just acting to get on my good side, that you never cared. But every time you say something that actually sounds sincere, I think, "He sounded sincere when he comforted me about the adoption."

Remember, when I got to know I was adopted, and I was crying like hell? You came to comfort me.no pick up lines. No asking out. No idiocity. You just let me hold you and cry.

I got better, I realized who was comforting me, and I snapped. I yelled at you. I told you that you had no business comforting me about my parents, when you had the perfect life with the perfect parents and the perfect cousins. I said some pretty hurtful things to you that I still regret.

What broke me was that you yelled back. You yelled that I didn't understand, that I was an arrogant, stuck up girl, that I didn't understand, that I was right, we weren't right for each other, that you didn't know what you saw in me. I cried as you left and went to go to the lecture,but I didn't go. I stayed and cried.

That night, I was thinking. I'd really, really like to believe that you said all of that stuff just to hurt me. But a little part of me can't help but wonder: what if you really meant it?

2. your past love life

you treat girls as if they don' have feelings.

But you say that I'm different.

You think I'll buy that?

I know that you don't like me so what's the point in lying? Don't waste your time on me.

1.

Well, I don't want to say this one outright. I'm a coward at times, I know. I've been meaning to say this for a while.

My emotions finally came together and gave a verdict. I can tell you this without hurting anyone. Telling you should actually help me out, concentration-wise. Don't worry about me being crushed by rejection. I'm strong. I'm used to it- really, I am. Don't you dare fake something just for me. That would hurt more than you finally telling the truth about how much you hate me for the many times I've over-reacted to you enough to throw you out of a window. It's just that- this is really hard to write. I'm rambling all over, but I think you have a clue. If you don't, you're not nearly as smart as I think you are. That's right. I think you're smart. There's a brain in that black head of yours- I know it. You get really good marks, you always know how to make me feel better, even when I pretend to be annoyed, and the time I really startled you with a hug, you didn't say a word, tell me I'd come around, or push me away. You accepted me.

I thought I hated you, more than I have ever hated anybody. But as I've written this out, written over and over your faults, I've realized that the one reason I won't go out with you isn't because I hate you. It's because I know you never cared about me

And as a childhood friend once told me "Here is the difference between love and hate: there is none."

I love you armaan.i hate it. I hate the way I lose attention in class when you are sitting next to me. Hate the way I can feel a blush creep on my cheeks after I read the notes you write to me.

I don't hate you. I hate the reasons that I can't help but love you. Love's a tricky emotion. The more you deny that you can fall in love, the more you think it's impossible, the more likely it is to happen. There's no difference between hate and love, after all. The opposite of love is apathy, and when you're around, I have to feel something. Annoyance, anger, hatred is safe. Love - isn't.

Originally posted by: cute_unknown_fr

ohhh abh pata chala riddhima ke bare mein
once again great parts yaar
👏
now plzzzzz update one big part yaar

thnk u sooo much. here's a really really looong part. hope you like it. rest i'll update at night or tomorrow

hey that's gud...i just saw ur ff name..it sounds interesting, so i read it..its fantastic...
nice part..cont.

PART 5

I'll never show this to you. After you teased and insulted me tonight, I had to write how I felt. I felt waves of bravery, of caring, of happiness that you would know. Then, timidity began to slink in. You'd reject me. You'd just read the title and think I hated you. You'd laugh about this and show this to everyone. I'd be too heartbroken to carry out my threats. I may have told that I'm invulnerable, but now more than ever, I'm not. I know just one sentence from you saying you don't feel that way will hurt me more than anyone would imagine. The unfeeling Riddhima Gupta can be shot down. Hearing "We'll always be friends," will kill me. I'll still be alive, still function, still live, but I'll never open up again. And I won't be able to live through that.

You'll never see this. I will photocopy this to look at, to watch the neat uniformity of black letters on crisp white paper. I'll smile and let thoughts of fantasy come to mind, and scenes playing out where I present the letter. I'll send it to you from an "anonymous" fan - you have so many, after all. You'll know who I am, and smile. For once, I'll make you smile. I'll slide it under the door to your room. I'll cut open your book bag and slide it in while I help you pick them up. Maybe I'd catch your interest that way, maybe I wouldn't- but in my imagination, I keep trying.

Your reactions vary in my daydream. At one moment, you proclaim you feel the same way. You send me a letter. You buy me a rose- I've always admired the vibrantly red roses on glistening dark green stems. But no, I know you would buy me another flower, my favorite - a TULIP. I'll hear undying proclamations of love, see your face, so close to mine, or feel a tiny, soft brush of your lips on mine.

Of course, there is always a second side, if not a third, a fourth, a twenty-ninth. You laugh, and think I made an elaborate joke. You get that disgusted look on your face, like the times Megha flirts with you. You think that it's a fake, and are relieved that I didn't write this. And the very worst thing of all - you believe I wrote this, you show it off to all your friends, and then . . . and here it where it hurts . . . you triumphantly yell you knew I'd come around someday, go out with me for a few weeks, and then move on to neha or priya or Rita, leaving me heartbroken and crying on the floor.

I can't let that happen. I've loved you - loved you for four and a half years - I can't throw away four and a half years of deluding myself and everyone around me just to have you toss me away like all those other poor girls. Just to hear you say, "All right, I finally broke the unbreakable Ridz. Now let me go over there and seduce her best friend." No. I won't let you break my heart.

This is why I will never give you my list of ten things I love to hate about you. It's too dangerous. I won't be able to take it. That would hurt me more than Osama ever could. And I won't let myself suffer.

I'll just type it once. I feel strangely relaxed. I'll type it once, print myself a copy, marvel at the things I'll never say to you, and then go to sleep. For once, I feel that my dreams will be pleasant. Good night, I hope you're sleeping well, I love you. I'll hide this in a shoebox in the loose floorboard in my room - got the idea from the lot of angst-filled love-notes that muskan and anjali and I found in fourth year. That's a horribly undignified place for a note that I care about this much, but it's too dangerous to keep. There's to be no trace of it, no hint in my behavior, nothing but a few stray ashes once the incinerator does its work. This is the closest I've ever come to really telling you.

But . . . maybe it's better that no one but me will ever see lines of black on a background of white. You need someone brave enough to say it to your face, laugh at your jokes, and cheer you up, if you're ever down. You probably are- you can't be as perfect as you seem, and that's just another reason I love you. I don't hate that one.

I'm starting to hate you less and less, but I can't show it. Not when I love you this much. Not when you'll hurt me enough to shatter me.

But I know that tonight, I'll be lying in my bed before I fall asleep. Thinking of you. Thinking what I wrote tonight. Thinking of the things I will never say to you. And thinking of the reason why.

Originally posted by: hot_diva

aww such a nice prt cont soon

thnk u.😃😃

Originally posted by: preetiar

hey that's gud...i just saw ur ff name..it sounds interesting, so i read it..its fantastic...
nice part..cont.

thanks a lot

OMG OMG OMG, Sagarika, you are wonderful 👏, how do you do it?? you have portrayed Ridz so beautifully...really very well written...take care