Meri Jaan Ho Tum (AR)Prt 14/pge 123-*Note pge 140* - Page 65

Oh.....hope u'll recover soon! Take plenty of rest and update leisurely! Get well soon!

aww..itz ok irsa..
continue it ven ur feelin betta..
n tc of urself..
but haa..v wnt a long part..😜
jus kiddin 😆😆

tc
luv,
sameera

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OHHH DO FEEL BETTER SOON!!! BY THE WAY I LUV LUV LUV YOUR FANFIC, PLZ CONTINU OR IMA LOOSE MY "Jann" lol i noe bad joke ;)

Originally posted by: aredhel

OHHH DO FEEL BETTER SOON!!! BY THE WAY I LUV LUV LUV YOUR FANFIC, PLZ CONTINU OR IMA LOOSE MY "Jann" lol i noe bad joke ;)

lol... your 'jaan' or armaan's???😆

will try and update by today...

Love,
Irsa

Part 12

His eyes opened wide in shock first, then, unknowingly, his face turned into a loving smile, 'Thanks'.

He opened the door with a soft click and walked in, making sure not to make any noise otherwise Riddhima would wake up again. Well the main reason, he told himself, was that he wouldn't be able to stand her blabbering about anything that comes to her mind, as he was really tired looking after her for so long. He walked near the bed and sat down on the small stool he had brought from near the window. He smiled as he saw her asleep, her arms folded and rested lightly on her stomach. He bent closer and just stared at her, resting his elbows on his knees whilst his chin positioned on his hands.

Riddhima tilted her head in her sleep as the lose tendrils of hair fell on her face, irritating her. Armaan grinned and, taking advantage of the situation, placed his hands on her forehead and brushed the hair from her face. His feather-like fingers brushed past her cheeks, and unknowingly she let out a small gasp and turned sideways. Armaan curled his fingers, not at all wanting too, and pulled his hand back so he wouldn't disturb her sleep. He stayed in that position for quite some time, watching Riddhima as she twisted and turned in her sleep uncomfortably, somehow knowing that someone was watching her.

Just then the memories of the night flashed back at him and he realised the effects of what had happened, of what he had done. Earlier he had completely forgotten about Shashank, he had been worried thinking how Riddhima's family would react when they saw her. But now that he remembered about Shashank, he couldn't help but think how he would react to the whole situation. Shashank was Riddhima's dad as well as the principle of his college. How would he react once he found out that Armaan had drugged his daughter, that too just so he could embarrass her in front of all his friends, just like she had done with him? Would Armaan get excluded from the college for drugging someone…. For drugging HIS daughter?

Not before long his gaze started to droop, as he felt tiredness take over him, and with a little jerk of his head, he fell into a deep slumber. His head uncomfortably rested on the bed near Riddhima's.

It was well past midnight now that he woke up after hearing a knock on the door. His vision blurred as he got up rubbing his eyes and walked near the door, cursing the person at the other end. He opened the door with a slight creek and peeked outside, only to find the same receptionist standing there with a stern look on her face.

'Yes… aap ko kuch kaam tha?', he asked.

'Jee, hostel ke log complain kar rahe hai ke aap ke kamre se bohat aawaze aa rahi hai, so could you please keep the noise down?' she replied as she glanced inside the room.

Armaan lifted a brow, noise, that too from their room? He looked at her confused as her eyes wondered inside the room.

'Lagta hai aap ko koyi galat fehmi hui hai… there isn't any noise coming from our room… Infact, we were both sleeping', he lied casually.

The woman nodded; actually she had come to check what they were doing inside. She didn't slightest believe that they were both married, as the girl wasn't wearing any mangalsutra nor any sindoor on her maang. As it is, the girl was badly drunk, and this guy seemed in a hurry to take his claim over her, God knows what they were doing inside, she thought, as she noticed Armaan wearing only his jacket.

'OK..' she replied after a pause, 'Do you want anything else?', she questioned, hoping he would so she could ask for more money, in order to fulfil the job.

Armaan understood the greedy look in her eye, took out his wallet and payed her, in cash, 'Yes… I want her clothes washed, and dry- cleaned', he answered and walked towards the bed and brought Riddhima's clothes with him.

The woman looked at him confused, clothes washed and dry- cleaned, that too in a hostel? He was probably very rich, she thought, and decided to take advantage and asked a large amount of money in return. She grinned when Armaan gave her more money, and practically grabbed it before he changed his mind.

'Aur haa… kapre kal subha le aana kamre mai… I have to go somewhere now, kuch zaroori kaam hai….' Then adding in an arrogant tone he said, 'One more thing… no creases… GOT IT!!', he clicked his fingers. She nodded and walked away, muttering something to herself.

He walked back in the room and once again smiled when he saw Riddhima. Then a serious look appeared on his face as he saw the clock, it was nearly 4am, he should be going now.

He walked to Riddhima and sat down beside her on the bed, not being able to stop the urge, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead; his lips lingering on her tempting, velvety skin for a while before lifting his head back up. He looked at her lips, 'that'll do for now, the lips could wait another time', his own lips curled into a grin. He had kissed many girls before, but who knew a small kiss on the forehead could be so memorable. Getting up, he took his car keys, and walked out the door after shutting it with a light whisper, being satisfied for the while.

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He finished narrating his story and sighed stupidly as he stared at her expressions. Of course, he had left out the part where they both had a close encounter, or the fact he watched her through most the night, OR that he had kissed her on the forehead. He told her the main points; why he couldn't take her to her house, and the reason for not taking her to a hotel but a cheap hostel.

She looked at him in wonder as she realised her mistake for not trusting him. She felt angry at herself for coming to such conclusions in the first place. Now that she remembered the smug look on his face, as he lied earlier about them sleeping together, she realised she shouldn't have accused him straight away.

He observed her tear formed eyes with many hidden questions and sighed. He knew she wanted to ask many more things, such as how had she gotten drunk in the first place? But he couldn't answer them, what would he tell her? …That the person, who had helped her, was indeed the one to put her in the situation in the first place. He ignored his own chain of thoughts; he hated people who jumped to conclusions without knowing both sides of the story. The fact that she accused him didn't hurt him as much as the fact that she had actually slapped him, without any base of proof.

He turned around only to turn back and push her against the wall furiously. Her eyes widened at the sudden angriness that over took his composed self. She looked at his arms that dug harshly in her skin and let out a small gasp of pain and closed her eyes.

He tightened his grip and whispered harshly, 'Aur tum kya keh rahi thi? Ki maine tumhara faidaa uthana chaha?', then he sniggered forcibly, 'Agar mai chahu na.. to abhi.. issi waqt…' he clicked his fingers and growled in her ears, 'Tumhare saath…' and left it at that. Her eyes widened at his harsh words, and a lone tear escaped through their boundaries, not being able to hold back due to the tight grip of his arms on her slender ones. She looked at his hands again, hoping he would get the massage. And he did. He loosened his grip at once and muttered a soft, 'Sorry', and pulled his hands back. He walked away and pressed the start button on the lift waiting for his floor, standing far away from her.

Once again she looked at him in wonder, did he just apologise? Why? One second he was shouting at her, then the next he apologised for something so mere.

But he was right, she thought. He could do what he wanted to with her, and she wouldn't be able to stop him, as he was much stronger than her. Similar to yesterday, he could have just left her where she was, or taken her home, but he didn't. He knew the problems she may face if she went home drunk.

She watched his movements waiting for him to look at her, just once, so she could apologise to him. She opened her mouth several times, but no words managed to escape, instead she felt as she was choking on her words.

The lift door opened with a TING! As Armaan and her both made their way out, only to be seen by several students waiting angrily outside, for God knows how long. They received several types of looks from the youngsters; some of course were not-so-innocent as they thought of the possibility of the two in the 'stopped' lift for so long. And Riddhima's flushed cheeks didn't help much at all.

Armaan nudged and pushed his way out the small crowd and walked away. Muskaan had a free period and was waiting to meet up with Riddhima outside the lift. The lift had been stopped for quite a while, and the students were getting impatient, they were about to call for emergency when Armaan and Riddhima walked out. They both walked away and the large crowd gradually decreased as people made their way elsewhere.

'Riddhima… tum itni der akeli andar kya kar rahi thi? Wo bhi Armaan ke saath? Hum yaha itni der se wait kar rahe the lift start hone ki, we thought it was an emergency and someone had gotten stuck! Par… lagta hai andar to kuch aur hi chal raha tha… Kyun?..' she nudged her with a wink.

Riddhima shifted uncomfortably, 'Nahi yaar… aissa kuch nahi tha…'
Muskaan asked again, 'To tum dono itni der kya kar rahe the… Armaan ne kuch kaha kya?'

Riddhima looked around avoiding her gaze but soon gave in and decided to tell her what had actually happened. As it is, Muskaan and her shared everything, let it be their biggest secrets.

She told Muskaan what had happened, how she had accused Armaan only to know after that he hadn't done anything. Muskaan's jaw dropped open, 'KYA?.. Tu ne Armaan par itna bara ilzaam laga diya?'.

Riddhima nodded, 'Par mujhe kya pata tha ke wo bekasoor tha? I mean tu ne hi to kaha tha na ke girls are a toy for him and all that. To iss main meri kya galti?', she replied innocently.

Muskaan looked angry, 'Riddhima, yeh tu ne theek nahi kiya… kuch bhi kehne se pehle tu ne uss se pooch to liya hota', then after some thought, she added, 'I mean poocha to that u ne, par tujhe ab tak pata chal jaana chahiye tha.. Armaan's never serious, uss ke liye har baat mazaak hai… sure he doesn't enjoy a girl's company for too long, par wo kabhi kissi ka dil nai dukhaata… aur na hi dukha sakta hai', she defended him.

'Par Muski… tu ne hi to kaha tha na… ke yeh uss ke liye normal si baat hai… so how was I to know? I gave him the benefit of doubt; par teri baate baar baar yaad aa rahi thi…?

Muskaan sighed, 'Haa maine kaha tha… par tujhe khud bhi sochna chahiye tha!... I said it because I wanted you to stay away from him… Of course I didn't mean it yaar… Armaan's mera bohat acha dost hai, I mean I know ke everything is normal for him… he avoids such matters when they have happened, but he can never steep so low!' she defended him once again, feeling bad for saying stuff about him in the first place. 'Anywayz, mujhe lagta hai jo hua usse bhool ja… come on let's go… pehle hi itni der ho gayi hai.. aur mujhe bohat bhook laggi hai…' she added to lighten up the situation and began walking.

Whereas Riddhima just stood there, thinking of what Muski had said, and realising her own mistake. Of course it was her fault, but Muskaan was equally involved in it as well. If she hadn't had filled her negatives about Armaan in the first place, she wouldn't have blamed him. She walked with Muskaan and sat in the outdoor caf, her mind being elsewhere.

Muskaan tried to bring Riddhima back to Planet Earth by cracking more of her crazy jokes, but all went in vain. Riddhima was lost in her own chain of thoughts, she had to apologise to Armaan. Sure they had had a bad start and he had humiliated her several times but she had to forget the past and talk to him to solve the matters.

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She tried talking to him before her last class, when she saw him making his way towards his own class with Manek. But he had ignored her and walked off, after giving her a soulful look. Manek grinned when he saw her and was about to make another one of his lousy comment when Armaan stopped him with his hands, and with a gentle tilt of his head, he nodded no.

Riddhima looked down guiltily and walked away when Armaan disappeared from sight.

Padma questioned her, again, when she got home about her yesterday's where about and she lied and once again said she had gone over Muskaan's and had tried calling home but no one received the call.

Later that night, she lay in bed thinking about Armaan. He had the full right to stay angry, she thought, but she was going to talk to him and he HAD to listen. Then she recalled how close he was to her in the lift. She blushed when she remembered how he had brushed his fingers against her arms and his lips past her ears as he whispered.

Armaan stayed awake too that night. He missed the Riddhima he had been with yesterday, she was so open and care free as she talked to him about anything and everything. He hated what had happened between them today; it led him to remember their sweet talks from the day before. He realised he craved to be with her, longed for her touch. But in one day, so much had changed. So many barriers were created between them. Wait, what is he thinking? He thought, it's not a big deal, it's not like they both knew each other well. Riddhima is some girl who he just happens to be attracted to… nothing more… nothing less, he concluded. Then he remembered her accusation and the slap she had gifted him, without a second thought. He sighed, and ignored the humiliation she had put him through, just hoping the matter wouldn't leak to Shashank....

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Sorry for the delay guys, I've been really ill for past few days, but yesterday I got my voice back😛… lol… so my mum finally gave me back my lappy! But I still don't get how it works? Me losing my voice and being taken my laptop away??..😕.lol… anyway, I promised to update yesterday, and was going too, but I-F was giving me problems, and none of the forums were working😡

So, here's the next part… hope you liked it… from now on, I'll try to update regularly, say after every 3/4 days ish!!!... Have received tons of pm's asking to pair them both up soon… so their romance would start in couple more parts, and the confession soon after. LOL, I've already wrote out their confession scene, incase I run out of ideas for it…😆

Ok… enough of my blaberring… please comment guys, especially silent readers… criticism and suggestions are always welcome.

hey how r u now?

hey jaan....sry just read ur note... felt sorry 4 u ...😭. but now i m haapy dat u are wel... 😃

wel once again..... 1 min jaan... do i need 2 say .....😉 nywayz..

IT WAS JUST 2 BRILLIANT.👏..INFACT PERFECT IS D WORD !!!!!!!!!!👍🏼

its just an outstanding part...wonder how u cud write sooooooo well... madly in luv wid ur ff yaar... have already read it more dan 5 tyms.😆 n surprizingly neva get bore .....😉........

loved it👏!