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[/URSo the FF starts 5 years later after the events of S/R/A love triangle. Everyone has gone their separate ways including Siddhant. Siddhant tries to live by himself, with only the memories of Riddhima accompanying him and decides to stay loyal to those memories and the love he had for her. But destiny has a different plan for him and he's about to know, that true love, comes for everyone.
-Part 1: Page 1
-Part 2: Page 1
Part-1
"Iss shaadi ki pavitra bandhan ka aapmaan kiya hai maine."
"I'm so sorry."
"Sahi waqt aane par hi hum tumko batane wale the."
"Hum?!"
Siddhant toss and turned in his sleep.
"Riddhima ko bhi lagta hai, ki Armaan sirf uski hai."
"Locker room ki baate, maine sab sun li. Khatam kar do iss samjhote ki shaadi. Apna pyaar ka haath thamo. Mere fikr mat karna...main khush rahunga."
A lone tear escapes from Riddhima's eyes. Siddhant jerkes in his sleep.
" I love you Armaan. Will you be mine?"
"Haan basket."
Armaan kisses her on her forehead. Just then a ringing noise echoed from a distance. The noise amplified in a crescendo as he kept staring at the united lovers. The spotlight in the basketball court enhanced, almost blinding him. Just then he woke up with a jerk. Alarm ringing, heart racing and beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead.
He sat up heaving a huge sigh of relief that it was just a dream. He rubbed his eyes and then ran his fingers through his black messy hair. It's been 5 years, and still everything to him was so vivid. That night, his eyes had burned every little detail of her open proposal in his brain. It's been five years...and he still couldn't forget about her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, just then he saw a flash of her hazelnut colored eyes and his eyes swung open. He did tell her that he was going to be okay, be he never knew that moving on in his life without Riddhima would be this painful. He didn't know that he loved her to such an extent that it would pain him this much, and still he loathed the fact that she couldn't see it, it was not visible to her, because for her, Armaan was the apple of her eye. He pushed aside his blanket in frustration and put on his spectacles. He looked at his alarm clock and saw it was 4 in the morning. He got up and wore his slippers, he twisted his upper body until he heard a satisfying crack of his vertebrae. He laid down on the floor and started doing some push-ups. This small activities really helped him taking his mind somewhere else rather than Riddhima. After a little warm up, he slowly went towards his balcony and leaned onto the parapet wall and admired the scene in front of him: The sky was splashed with black and dark blue color, the clouds were moving with the forces of nature, the moon shying away behind the clouds, the trees were swaying in the wind, the earthy smell filling the atmosphere, he inhaled all the fresh oxygen and didn't exhale for some time, after that he let go all the air. A slight melancholic smile stretched across his lips, he didn't know where life would take him. He's supposed to feel this way, his 'life' is with another man now. The moonlight gave its full attention on him, his bare masculine body was now bathed in the moonlight, he let the wind embrace him. Just then his phone beeped.
"Iss waqt kaun mujhe message kar raha hai?"
He slowly went towards his bed and grabbed his mobile, it was a message. After seeing the name of the sender, he froze to the spot and his eyes slightly widened.
It was Shashank.
Part 2
Shashank's name kept flashing on the screen. He kept wondering on what he might want from him. It's been five years, and out of the blue he contacted him. He opened the message as a surge of curiosity ran through his veins.
"Hello beta. Maaf karna, tumhara neend disturb kar dala. Waqt itna jaldi guzarti hai, yeh maine kabhi socha nahi tha, paach saal beet gaye. Paach saal me na maine tumhe dekha, na tumhara koi khabar suni..."
For Siddhant, five years seemed like forever.
"...lekin inn paach saalon me mere mann me bohot pareshaaniyan aur sawal utri, aur main janta hoon, mere har sawal ka jawab tumhare paas hai..."
Siddhant knew what he was talking about.
"...iss liye beta please. Sanjeevani me aake mujhse mill lo. Agar hospital me nahi toh mere ghar aajao. Janti hoon ki tum ab Shimla me rehte ho, ek baar mujhse mill lo. Tumhe dekhne ka bohot mann kar raha hai."
A small smirk crept on his lips. Considering the fact that Riddhima was Shashank's daughter, he never despised Shashank. He always saw him as a fatherly figure and always had the utmost respect for him. But he feared the inevitable. He knew a day would come when Shashank will drown in a pool of questions that no one knew how to answer. When he read the message, he sensed desperation and a plea to help him vent out all those questions. He didn't know what to do, he was afraid to face Shashank, he will certainly want a reason to leave Riddhima twice now, but he can't run any further. He decided to meet him.
It was eleven in the morning. After going for a morning jog and then taking a shower, Siddhant stood in front of the mirror, just looking at his reflection. Ten days after the union of Armaan and Riddhima, he cleared out from his penthouse. He couldn't stay in that house anymore, everywhere he looked, he saw Riddhima. It haunted him in every way. He couldn't bear anymore and decided to move to his penthouse at Shimla. It was his family's and no one was there. He needed to get out of sight and fast. He thought about going back to America, but he'd have to face dozens of questions there as well . His whole family knows about his marriage, and they were pretty furious. So he went to Shimla, and started settling in. He closed that part of his life forever. He looked closely at himself through the mirror: Long gone that childish feature of his face, now it's all rugged and serious along with a beard, his mischievous eyes are replaced with brown orbs, all dark and intense, the mark on his chest, the mark he got while saving Riddhima, the scar still didn't fade. That mark reminded him that he wasn't fighting for her, he fought to save a 'gift' Armaan had given to her. To her that gift was more valuable than her life. Everytime he stared at the scar, it reminded him that he was fighting a losing fight, his marriage was not meant to be saved . He heaved a hugh sigh and let go of his towel, he slowly wore his pants. He didn't look chubby and boyish anymore, now he looked more like a hunk, his attitude, his looks, his personality make people, especially the girls go all gaga over him, but he never gave any importance to all that attention, he has evolved to more a focused man and always focuses on his work. He then wore a dark blue color shirt and started to tuck it in. He needed to look good, after all, he's meeting with his ex-father-in-law. All dressed up, he took his bag and walked out of his room and through the living room.
"Kaka, aap khayal rakhiye ghar ka, main mumbai jaa raha hoon."
"Theek hai beta. kitne dinn lagegi?"
"Teen, char dinn toh lagegi."
"Acha koi baat nahi beta, theek se chalna."
"Jee."
Giving a small smile to the housekeeper he left the house and called a taxi. He was immensely grateful the housekeeper. He was there for him at a time no one else was. He took care of him like his own son and Siddhant would do anything for him. He got in the taxi and moved forward to the bus station.
After some time, Siddhant made a ticket to Mumbai and got in the bus and settled himself for a window seat. He couldn't help but feel a bit tensed, what if Riddhima was there? What if Armaan sees him? What will happen to him? No matter how hard he tries, he can't ignore the fact that even looking at Riddhima would trigger close wounds to burst open. He heaved a huge sigh and focused his mind on meeting with Shashank. As the bus rode through the roads, Siddhant distracted himself glancing at the beautiful scenery around him. He once had a dream of shifting here with Riddhima and starting a family here, since Shimla was his favorite place, but it all remained a dream and now he's here, trying to mend his wounds by himself. He leaned his head back on the headrest of the seat and let the wind drift him to sleep.
As the bus reached the bus station, he got off the bus and saw his associate waiting for him. He went up to him and the associate greeted him with a smile.
"Sirji! kaise ho aap?"
"Theek hoon Balraj! toh yeh woh bike hai?"
"Jee haan, aapke liye specially uthakar rakha tha. ab aap isse use kar sakhte hai. Bike acha hai, aapke liye bohot kaam me aayga."
"Aana chahye. Warna dungi tere kaan ke nicche ek."
"Are bhai aap bhi na."
"Chal ab chalta hoon."
"Best of luck sirji."
Siddhant just gave a smirk at him. He mounted the bike, put on his helmet, started the ignition and drove away to Sanjeevani.
He was still tensed as to what will happen when he steps in that hospital. He can't afford to let his emotions slip by, that hospital gave him too many memories, and it hurts him, and after his disappearance for five years and then finally coming back to the place where it all started, it all seemed like a big dream to him. He was driving through the road when he saw one of the rickshaw's tyre was almost on the verge of catching the lady's dupatta. The dupatta kept lowering down to the tyre and the woman didn't even know it. Siddhant saw that and he punched the throttle to go ahead of the rickshaw. He moved ahead, turned left and stopped the rickshaw. The lady was terrified as to what the biker was doing. Siddhant slowly got off the bike and approached to that woman steadily. The woman was breathing heavily because it was this same exact place where she was harrassed and teased by a group of biker, looking at the one coming towards her, she started to freak out. She immediately looked away and closed her eyes tight. Siddhant stood up close and removed his helmet. As he saw how frightened she was, he let out a small sigh and released her dupatta from the tyre. He held the end of her dupatta and gently placed it on her lap. As she felt a slight drag of dupatta, she flew open her eyes and settled it on Siddhant's. Her eyes were going wide and no words were coming out of her mouth. She saw him gently placing the dupatta on her lap, meeting with her eyes for a few seconds and humbily walked away and rode away. A sense of peace and coolness spread throughout her heart as she saw Siddhant disappearing from her sight. She can't believe who she saw.
"Siddhant?"
A small smile appeared on her lips.
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