Just hit upon this idea so thought of starting with this ff. But this time its not going to be only me as my dear friend Richa (i guess many know her😳) and myself have jointly thought of this. Heres a teaser to our tale!! Ofcourse based on AR again!!😳
Part 8,9-pg34....part 10-pg 43
PS: This doesnt mean i have forgotten my first ff. Will continue with that too.😆
"If it is meant to be, our hearts will find each other when we meet. And if our hearts melt together so will our bodies and souls. Then every word and every touch will fuel our passion flame. I will be yours, you will be mine, and we will be one."
As he entered his eyes automatically tried to adjust to the dim lights and for a minute or two he literally covered his ears as the loud music was on the verge on tearing his ear drums.
Looking around, trying to move ahead, pushing the swaying bodies he frantically searched for her.
'How on earth am I going to find her in this? And omg she will be a complete wreck if she has been hanging out here. I have to find her, come on Baby where are you?' he muttered to himself closing his eyes momentarily wishing she would just appear in front of him from no where.
Sighing in desperation he took out his cell and quickly dialed, frantically clutching the phone.
'Hello Anjie? Are u sure she is here? I mean does she come here? This place is like''''.I can't even imagine her here. But'.? Ok ok fine I'll see here once more.'
Making his way to the bar his eyes constantly roving about trying to make her out from the jungle of people madly swaying about he finally reached the bar. Standing there he looked about. Not here too he thought very disheartened. He was about to move away when he stopped hearing,
'One more Vodka please!!!
Turning about he saw her standing there, looking ever so beautiful. He stood there without even a blink looking at her. She always had this effect on me he thought. A deep enchanting spell out of which he never would want to get out.
He snapped back to reality as he saw her picking up the glass and holding it to her lips.
Moving forward, closing on her, he put his hand on her putting the glass down.
'Riddhima? Not a sip more. Stop it'
Looking at him she stared into those deep gray eyes. They always had this commanding effect on her. Loosening her grip on the glass she looked at him.
'Good now you are coming with me ok!! What on the earth were you doing here baby? Don't you dare refuse me or I will''..'
'What will you do Mr Armaan Mallik? Hit me or drag me out of here or even better throw me out from here too, as you did a few days a go remember? Threw me out on the streets?' Looking at him while muttering all this Armaan sensed from her tone she was on a real high now.
'Look Baby''''..'
Moving forward just inches away from his face she pointed her finger on his face swaying a little and spoke.
'No you look, you cannot throw me out from here as you don't own this place and don't call me Baby, am not your Baby. I am just Riddhima, just plain Riddhima' saying so she laughed out a little then suddenly finding tears in her eyes she spoke again.
'Just plain Riddhima and you cant ask me to get out, no here no one can ask me to get out.' Saying so she turned her back on him and tried to move away.
Getting annoyed he pulled her back, turning her around he gripped her shoulders tightly.
'You are not going anywhere. You are coming with me you understand!'
He spoke gripping even more. Seeing tears streaming down her face he loosened the grip. Cupping her face he spoke in a much gentler tone
'You are not in your senses honey. Please understand, come with me ok. No one can throw you out from our home honey!'
Looking into his eyes she tried retorting.
'No one can throw me out of here. Not even you .As you don't own this place. No Armaan you can't throw me out, how could you do that?'
Saying so she staggered and fell in his arms .Holding her immediately he supported her. Pulling her close to him he hugged her tight. Pulling her out of the hug he saw she had fainted. Scooping her in his arms he took her out and put her in the car.
Driving along the silent road he looked at her worried. She looked a complete mess. Cursing himself he thought. It's all my fault .Armaan how could you do this to her. Just look at her. Running his hand through his hair he stepped up the gas peddle. Parking the car in the driveway he quickly got out.
Opening the door he gently picked her up and went in through the door. Placing her on the bed softly, he put the covers over her. As he moved away to switch off the lights, She took hold of his hands. Grasping it tight she murmured.
'No you cant throw me out Armaan, you cannot do that' She kept mumbling.
He saw her stir a little, still clutching his hand tight. Seeing her in this state pierced his heart like a thousand needles. Unable to see her in this state any longer he gently bent down and softly placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Placing her head gently on his lap he recollected..........to the day he and Riddhima met for the first time''.two years ago......
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Tossing over the benches, rushing through the crowd, he hurried towards the lecture room Z410. 'Yes, I am here' he said to the lecturer breathlessly, making his way through the doorway to occupy the only vacant seat available in the front row. He was happy to make it on time, arriving late on the very first day for his masters degree would have been a big disappointment for him.
Sinking in the seat, he excitedly twirled his head starting from one side, in a clockwise direction to get himself acquainted with whatever he came across; cream colored walls, half opened windows, glossy plastic furniture and of course, young enthusiastic faces. All types of faces, excited, bored, happy, sad, even sleepy ones, were present in the room. He analyzed each and every one of them carefully, until his eyes came across one particular face at exactly 90 degrees on his right, which grabbed his attention more than others.
This was the face of a girl sitting next to him, who appeared more tensed and nervous than excited to him. He thought she looked extremely stunning in the blue blouse that matched her radiant grey-blue eyes perfectly. Sitting in an attentive posture, her svelte figure beautifully molded itself with the curves of the chair. Her sleek legs exposed off the black slit skirt, tapping musically on the floor, added to the anxiousness on her face.
While removing a strand of hair that seemed to be enjoying the feel of her soft cheeks with a shaky hand, she noticed him investigating her. With his intense gaze making her even more nervous, she looked at him questioningly.
Somewhat embarrassed on being caught red-handed, he passed her a faint smile only to receive a blank expression in return. 'This girl seems to be full of attitude. To hell with her' he annoyingly muttered to himself.
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Today's lecture was based on music composition. John Willis, a senior lecturer in the university, introduced himself to the students first and without wasting any time, started off with the explanation of orchestra and vocal compositions.
The lecture was particularly interesting for him as he had a passion for musical compositions. Composing music, whether in the form of piano or electronic, had always interested him a lot. He had always imagined himself as an outstanding musical composer, with top-notch companies approaching him for his high quality work.
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The lecture had already finished five minutes ago, with each of the students been grouped in pairs for a 'Speech-sound composition' project. He was shocked and annoyed at being paired with the same girl who had ignored him during the class. He wanted to ask for a replace but chose to be calm and quiet instead. Eventually, placing the biro pen and lecture notes in his bag and rising from the seat, he progressed towards his new group partner.
'Hi, I am Armaan', he initiated the talk in a friendly tone. To his surprise, the girl feebly smiled and replied politely 'I am Riddhima'.
She looked drop-dead gorgeous he thought again. Standing close to her, he could easily explore her facial features in detail. Her skin was beautiful, silky and vanilla colored with a rosy blush on her cheeks making them stand out even more. Her warm, exotic grey-blue eyes could alone be enough to light a fire he thought. The frequent flashing of her long, well-shaped eyelashes, as if to protect her innocent eyes from the dreadfulness of the world, enhanced her skillfully designed face. Even the russet colored hair-locks falling freely over her shoulders complemented her face well.
'Excuse me'''Armaan'''.Are you all right?'
Hearing those words, he came out of the magical charm of her beauty.
'Oh'.yes of course. So''um'.we have been paired for this new project. Shall we start working on it now?' he said swiftly changing the topic to avoid making a fool of himself.
'I am sorry, I am not feeling well. I would rather leave now.' She said in a serious yet polite tone.
'Oh ok. Is everything alright?' he inquired with concern.
'Yes, everything is fine. Thanks for your concern. See you tomorrow'. Saying so, she briskly left the lecture room.
Her behavior was strange for Armaan. He wondered what she was upto. 'Was she full of attitude? Or, was she nervous? Maybe, she really wasn't feeling well.' With all such questions popping in his head, he decided to call it off for the day as all his lectures had finished.
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The next day in the university had been very tiring with four back to back lecturers with no time for the students to even breathe. Armaan had enjoyed the 'Radiophonic and Computer-aided music' lectures. He even played some of his own compositions in class, which were appreciated by everyone.
Throughout the day, he kept wondering about her. 'Why didn't she come? What happened to her? Was she sick? Was she stuck up with some other work?' Her absence on the second day of university left him in doubts. He couldn't stop thinking about the reason for her absence.
With some of the handouts given to them related to their 'Speech-sound composition' project, he even wanted to discuss the details of the project with her as they were supposed to hand in their initial concept the following day.
Still sitting on his chair, flipping the biro between his fingers, he heard someone say a 'Hello'.
It was a girl, tall, with brown skin, black eyes, quite pretty, he concluded after sketching her appearance in his mind.
'Hi, I am Armaan', he greeted her warmly.
'Hi Armaan, I am Anjali, doing masters in music too. I noticed you sitting and thinking something, so thought of bugging you' she said sarcastically.
'I was about to leave now. Today's lecturers were pretty full on eh' he said rising from his seat.
'Yeah, I am so tired today. I might need a physiotherapy session after I reach home' she said smilingly.
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Passing through the tacky, dingy street, he made his way in search of house no. 28. He was happy to get Riddhima's address from Anjalie in the class. Expecting to get her contact number, he was disappointed to some extent when Anjalie said she didn't have her number, only her address and that too because she had dropped her off the previous day.
He cursed himself for being so impulsive, 'Couldn't you wait for her to come to uni tomorrow? You could have tried to get her number instead Armaan. What will she think? You are such an idiot.............But''..we have to hand in our project submission tomorrow as well. I had to discuss it with her. How could I let her suffer with the grades?' Justifying his actions to himself, he finally managed to find the house he was looking for, number 28.
Gathering all the courage, he knocked the half-cracked door lightly. On receiving no reply, he knocked the door again, harder this time, and there came a reply'.
'Who the bloody hell is it?'
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It surprised him on being greeted like this. Not that he had expected a warm welcome, but he certainly had not thought of being attended in such an impolite manner.
'This can't be her house, and it surely can't be her. I think I came to the wrong house.' With these doubts running all over his mind, he cross-checked the address written on the crushed piece of paper in his hand to make sure he didn't knock the wrong door.
Being positive about standing in front of the right house, he knocked the door once again to be attended with a reply just like before''.
'Who the bloody hell is it?'
Not sure what to do, he thought to speak out anyway, 'Hello, does Riddhima live here? I am her classmate.'
Waiting there patiently for almost 20 minutes in the hope of someone opening the door, he ultimately decided to leave from there. Spinning around to head back home, he heard a slight squeak as the door swung open.
'Who is it?' an inquisitive voice said.
The person he had come looking for, was standing in front of him. Those same sensuous grey-blue eyes that spoke volumes, long beautiful lashes, silky glowing skin, sexy strawberry-like lips, he contemplated. He could go on thinking about her pleasant features forever, he realized.
'I am asking you, ******' she swore all over again.
Realizing her physical presence, he came out of the trance yet again. This was the second time he had been taken over by her charming beauty.
'Uhhh'..Hi, I am Armaan. I am in your class, remember?' he said putting it in the friendliest way possible.
By this time, he had already realized that something was different with the girl he was talking to at this point of time. She was not the same he had met the previous day in the university. Dark circles under those innocent eyes giving them a dreary effect, messed up uncombed hair, wrinkled blouse above a shabby brown trousers, all made her look like a complete wreck.
'What are you doing here' she asked with a frowned look, and quickly turned around leaving the door opened, without even waiting for a reply from her un-invited guest.
It was hot, damp and grim inside, with ancient wallpaper peeling away from the walls and sparse, rickety furniture. A sagging single bed lying at the corner of the room that looked like a relic from the war years had the covers stripped from it. A naked bulb swung from the ceiling like a hanging dead body, illuminating the grimness all over. Armaan shuddered, thinking of the stark contrast between this and his posh, comfortable flat.
Noticing a cheap half emptied scotch bottle standing on the wobbly wooden table, he drew his eyes towards his only companion there. Sitting with a glass in her hand, she was gulping the intoxicating liquid, one glass after another.
'So, what the hell are you doing here' she asked with a deep voice, pouring some more scotch in her transparent glass.
6-7 glasses of Scotch had already had a huge impact on her. She was hardly able to sit in a stable position. Dangling from one side to another like a lifeless object, she asked him another time 'Who gave my address to you?'
'Anjalie gave your address to me and I came here to discuss our project as we have a submission tomorrow' he said in his calm voice.
Hearing this, Riddhima started laughing madly. 'Project? Who cares about it? Who cares about a project huh? I don't''Do I? Do I?' Saying so, she banged the table making it vibrate even more. The Scotch bottle whose contents had been taken away from it a few minutes ago was now rolling over the top of the table, from right to the middle to the left, repeating the cycle all over again. Seeing its annoying movement, she hastily wiped it off the table making it fall on the floor, and crushing into pieces.
Observing her excessive drunken state, Armaan wanted to calm her down. He had never imagined seeing Riddhima in such a condition. There was definitely something that was eating her, he thought. She was a completely different person at this time. Her eyes like the previous day said it all to him. They acted like a transparent shield of all her inner emotions, showing her sorrows, her anger, her vulnerability, everything.
'Riddhima! Calm down. Sit down please' he said to her while holding her shoulders, pushing her softly on the chair.
'Leave me''..Who are you to ask me to shut my mouth''..huh? Its my house''..and I'll do what I want. I will do what I bloody want. Do you get it? Its my house''. Its my ********* house!' With this, she gripped the half-filled glass in her hand that had been witnessing the scene for a long time, and took another sip of that detrimental liquid.
'Not another sip Riddhima. You have already drunk a lot.' He snatched the glass from her hand and placed it on the table.
'Give it back. Give it back Armaan. I want to drink more. You can't take it away from me''..you can't''.give it back Armaan' she shouted raising her hands to get a hold of the glass again.
Giving her appropriate amount of support as she couldn't stand properly, he softly placed her on the chair again, standing closer to her this time. 'Don't worry Riddhima, everything will be alright. You will be fine. Don't worry', he said in a composed tone while holding her head firmly against his chest with one hand, and stroking her hair with the other.
He knew she was unhappy. There was something that was disturbing her. But all he wanted to do at this point of time was to console her, to make her feel at ease.
Still trying his best to cool her down, he continued 'Don't worry, everything will be fine. You don't have to worry' when all of a sudden, he was interrupted with a crying voice. 'Why did she leave me? Why did she leave me Armaan?' Riddhima uttered with a howl.
'I miss her so much. I feel so lonely without her. Why did you leave me all alone maaaa, why?' she exclaimed moving her head away from Armaan's chest, looking in his eyes in search of all her questions. Her eyes were moist; pearl-like tears were rushing through her eyes, down the cheeks, taking the form of watery stains on her trousers.
Wanting her to relieve herself from this burden by talking to him, he asked her softly 'Where is she Riddhima? What happened to your mom?'
'She left me, she left me all alone' she blurted it out.
'She left me to live in this world all alone Armaan. Why didn't she take me with her? Why didn't I die with her? Why didn't that ******* cancer take me with her? She didn't even think about me before leaving, how I would live without her. I feel so lonely'..I feel so lonely Armaan'''..Pa left us before anyway, he never cared about us'.....He was always drinking, his drink mattered to him the most'''I remember ma crying day and night longing for pa's company'''But Pa, he never cared for her; he never gave her the love she deserved, and I hate him for that. I hate him''.for that''...I was so happy when he died''.He had to'''those b****** drinks wouldn't have let him live for long anyway''..He deserved it'''That bas******* deserved it' Riddhima's eyes were raging with anger.
'I remember those days clearly. Ma would practice classical music with me everyday. Everyday Armaan''..She would pen down her thoughts in the form of poems and then work on the tune'''.Music was the only ray of light in her life, it was the only source of joy in her ******** miserable life. And, she would make me sing with her as well.' With gleaming eyes, and a slight smile on her lips, she remembered those fond memories.
'I loved singing. I loved being on the keyboard''.I loved making rhythms out of scratch with her. She would make me sit with her the entire day and construct different types of musical tones. She would even teach me different notes; whole notes, half notes, quarter notes, eighth notes, two eighth notes, I remember everything'''.everything''She wanted me to study music. She wanted me to become a big singer one day''..And, here I am, studying music in one of the best universities'''..on a scholarship'''in the best university''..your daughter is studying in the best university ma' she faced the ceiling crying her heart out.
'I will prove my credibility to the world ma, I'll make you proud. I will make you proud ma, I will make you proud''..Come back to me ma, I feel lonely'''.Come back to me, please''.come back'..' she kept mumbling while laying her head on the table.
Seeing Riddhima fast asleep, Armaan picked her up in his arms and placed her gently on her uncovered bed. He could feel her pain; he could feel a thousand knives stabbing his heart while she mentioned her throbbing past. He wanted to hug her at that moment itself. He wanted to somehow relieve her from her miseries but he wasn't sure how.
Sliding a thin cushion under her head, and leaving a note on her bedside, he finally marched out of that gloomy house.
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She reached the music theater at 8 am, and found him sitting on a high raised stool with his fingers continuously dancing on the keys of the piano. He was completely engrossed in his rhythm, running his fingers from left to right to left to right again, as if practicing for a marathon.
'Hi' she said politely with an embarrassing smile.
'Hello there. Good morning. So, you got my note huh' he said in his normal friendly tone, giving his fingers some rest.
'Yes, I got it and I came here sharp at 8' she said smilingly again.
Her smile was better this time, than their first meeting he thought. Unlike before, it had a sense of life in it.
'Listen, I am really sorry about last night. I shouldn't have behaved like that with you. I didn't really mean to blab all that out. I am really really sorry' she said with an embarrassing face.
'Hey, you didn't do anything wrong, trust me. You were absolutely fine. And'..there was nothing wrong in whatever you said. You needed a friend last night, and I am glad I could be of some help to you' Armaan said with a reassuring smile.
'Thank you Armaan' she warmly said.
'What for?' he asked in a surprising tone.
'For everything, that had happened last night. I was in a complete mess yesterday, and if it were someone else, they could have taken advantage of the situation, but you'''I don't even know how to thank you' she said with a shameful expression.
Realizing her nervousness and embarrassment, he reached out his hand on her arm and said in a comforting manner 'Riddhima, nothing wrong happened last night. Listening to your past made me respect you even more. I had no idea about your life and I am glad you opened up to me. Sometimes, its good to pour your heart out. It gives a lot of relief once you share your sorrows with your close ones. Though, I am not a very close friend of yours, but I am sure, with time, we can prove to be great friends' and he smiled saying that.
'And''.I am sure your mom would be very proud of you. Wherever she is, she will always have her blessings over you. All your achievements will always make her feel happy''..Always Riddhima' he added.
She was surprised to see a complete stranger understand her so well. Talking to Armaan made her relieve from her burden. She smiled genuinely for the first time, which she had not done for the past one year since her mother's death.
Seeing her smile full-heartedly, he cheerfully said to her 'You look much much better when you smile than when you don't. Don't ever let anything overshadow that beautiful smile of yours'
Hearing this, she couldn't help but smile timidly and say 'Thanks'.
'And''..listen, you don't have to worry about today's project submission either. I have prepared the rhythm and now we just have to hand in the disk to John, our 'Music Composition' lecturer. Then, we are done for the day' he stated.
'Oh yes, I forgot about it completely. I am such an Idiot. I didn't even work on it. You did it all alone? Oh my God, how can I thank you for that Armaan, how can I?'
She was so very shocked to see his caring attitude. He had first helped her out in her chaotic state last night, and had shown so much concern towards her even when she hadn't been nice with him at all. And now once again, he had gone out of his way to help her out with the project, without her even being there to do anything. He worked on the submission all alone, and didn't even hold any complains about it. She was very thankful to him, and felt blessed to find at least one person who cared for her in this world.
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The university was finished for the day. All the lectures were done. The project submission had also been dealt with; each of the groups had brought in their work in the class on time. Some of the compositions were even played by the lecturer. A good blend of different types of tracks had been presented from fast groovy beats to soft, slow music. John, the lecturer was particularly impressed by Armaan's and Riddhima's fusion music composition. He had even praised their work in front of everyone.
Heading out of the lecture theatre, Armaan and Riddhima exchanged some pleasantries discussing the happenings of their entire day. It was a very comforting day for both of them. They both had got along really well, first as friends and then as group partners as well.
'Okay, I better leave for home now. Its quite late. So''.I'll see you tomorrow then' she said in a friendly, relaxed tone.
'Okay'''See you tomorrow' he said with a dull, disappointed voice.
'Um'''Riddhima, would you like to go out for a coffee?' and he suddenly popped out the question to her.
PS: Please do NOT mistake Ridz to be an alcoholic. She isnt one. Will be clear with a few parts!!
Armaan looked at Riddhima sleeping soundly with her head on his lap, her hands clutching his waist tightly. He gently stroked her hair. How could I be so mean to you Riddhima? I love you so very much and you were always such an angel. Look at me? I almost ruined your life. How could I just forget our love''.our''..time'..everything?
Silently crying Armaan looked at her sleeping. Gosh you still look the same. The same innocence, purity and freshness written all over your face. Nothing has changed, it's the same charm your carrying still which had blown me away on our very first unofficial date.
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'Will you go out on a coffee with me?'
Armaan looked at her waiting for a reaction. Looking at her blank face he spoke hurriedly.
'No no Riddhima I meant just as friends like we bonded so well today and the project was also quite a success to a little celebration lets say? For our new friendship and success?. We don't have much to do for tomorrow so if you're not in any hurry as such, let's go '...what do you say?'
Looking at his outstretched hand Riddhima smiled. His frankness had impressed her. Liking the sound of going out with him she agreed. It will atleast help me get away from my miserable thoughts for sometime she thought.
'Of course Armaan, definitely. Why not?'
She smiled graciously as he led her to parking area. As he opened the door of his Mercedes for her, her smile faltered a little looking at the lavish car.
They drove in silence occasionally conversing politely. Riddhima felt uneasy again as he drove up to a plush looking caf'. After settling down he looked at her grinning.
'So what will your highness prefer??? Mind you I am not going to order any scotch for you' He looked at her grinning.
Expecting her to laugh out at the joke, he looked at her shocked as a tear rolled down her eye.
'Ridhhima? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you or anything? Ridhhima?'
Riddhima looked at him in tears hearing the concern in his voice.
'Armaan, I don't know what you must be thinking about me. After last night I mean. The state in which you found me I mean, I feel so embarrassed now.'
'Riddhima' Armaan addressed her softly. Taking hold of her hand over the table, he continued.
'I am not thinking anything wrong about you baby. Look whatever happened you weren't in your senses and proper state of mind. And plus, I am glad you atleast let it out as you needed a friend last night. Trust me, I feel glad to be sharing your burden. If you have to say anything more do tell me, I am always there for you baby.'
'Armaan, I feel so indebted to you. Believe me, I don't drink. I am not such a type of a gal. Its just that it was Mom's death anniversary and I felt so lonely and depressed and didn't have anyone. And.......saw the drink there'''..' Riddhima's voice trailed off.
'So you got on a high trying to get off your depression Riddhima?' Armaan looked at her sternly but continue with a gentle expression.
'Riddhima I agree that you were alone that time and went weak but now, no more and never again. Promise me you wont even touch alcohol again? Whenever u need me, I will be there for you. And even if is at the dead of the night, I don't mind but you will not be going into depressions and finding solace in drinking ever again'
Riddhima looked at him stunned as he continued in a dominating manner. Never had anyone spoken with so much authority over her as he did.
'Riddhima, imagine your mother would be so unhappy if she were to find you in that state. She isn't physically present but deep down you know she will always be there with you. You can't put her pride, her confidence in you to shame by doing what you did right?'
Feeling fresh tears brewing in her eyes, Riddhima nodded as Armaan got up and pulled the chair close to her.
"Shhh sweetheart. Now, stop crying. Lets make a fresh start okay. And this time you aren't alone. Am there with you okay?"
Still gripping her hand, he softly and gently kissed her palm and continued.
'When Armaan is here have no fear'
He pompously looked at her smiling as she giggled slowly.
'Okay now seriously what will you have Ridhhima? No vodkas, whiskies or beers , okay!" Armaan added pinching her nose.
As they talked over their cup of coffee, Riddhima found her self slowly relaxing. Not because of the environment but the company she was in.
He didn't allow a single dull moment to lapse between them. She didn't feel that she was talking to a stranger whom she had just met two days ago. He made her feel so completely at ease. She found herself willingly opening up to him. Within an hour, she thought she knew him since ages. They talked about everything from Riddhima's childhood memories to the number of girlfriends Armaan had till now. And above all their common love for music.
As they winded their short little date, Armaan called for the bill. As the waiter brought the bill Armaan saw Riddhima taking it before him and glancing at the amount. Putting it aside, she swiftly opened her purse ad started to dig through it.
'What do you think your doing Ridhhima?' Armaan looked at her questioningly
'Armaan, I am paying you half the amount obviously. We will dutch the bill right?'
'Keep quiet madam, as if I am going to allow you to pay half. You really think I am not a gentleman enough huh?'
'No Armaan, you are getting me wrong there, we are friends right then how can I allow you to.........you know'''..' she grabbed his hands and put a few dollars saying 'there you go, I won't allow you to pay the entire expense and its such a posh place. The bill is much more than what it would have been normally'
Annoyed, Armaan gave his card and got up quickly as soon as the waiter came back. Indicating Riddhima to follow him, he swiftly went out looking greatly annoyed. Looking at his sudden mood change, Riddhima meekly followed him.
As he opened the car door, Riddhima softly spoke.
'Armaan you need not drop me off, I will go by myself. It's really okay'
Looking at her rather fiercely, he pushed her lightly into the car. As he steered the car along the roadway Riddhima glanced at him.
'Armaan? I am really sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I just wanted us to share it equally and I am sorry for not being able to do that too'
'Meaning?' Armaan looked at her confused
'Meaning..........Armaan, I didn't give exact half, the thing is''.' Riddhima looked down fidgeting her fingers
'Actually I didn't have that much cash and if I had given you everything then the remaining entire month ''..I will definitely pay you off once my next pay comes I promise, I work in the library in the university so whenever I get my dues I will''''
Listening to her, Armaan stopped the car pulling it on the side.
Looking at her intensely he asked ' Do I mean nothing to you Riddhima? How can you even think I will ask you to give me or pay me half of any bill or something? I took you out at my expense and will continue doing so in future. So kindly keep your halves with you.'
'Armaan please don't take this pity on me. I don't want your sympathy. I know you must have guessed I cannot afford much hence, this gesture but please Armaan I can afford for myself. If we ever go out we ought to dutch the expense I don't want you to be bearing my expenses. If I cannot afford, I will not accompany you as its not the place I should be in then.'
'Will you stop embarrassing me Riddhima?' Riddhima looked at him shocked.
'I mean how much more will you insult me and my friendship? How much more will you mock at everything?'
Riddhima sat there stunned ' Armaan...........insult you? Not even in my dreams. Armaan.........what are you saying? How can you even say such a thing?'
'Then what do you expect me to say huh? Seriously tell me Riddhima, don't I mean anything to you? One hand you are calling me a friend and treating me as if I have been in your life forever and next minute you completely treat me as a stranger?'
'Armaan what are you saying? I am just asking you not to pity me okay. Where's the question of treating you as a stranger?'
Armaan looked at her rather fiercely and started the engine again. Driving rather at a high speed, he didn't glance even once at her face which clearly showed her worrying. She kept glancing at him every now and then.
As he stopped outside her lane she looked at him staring at the driveway purposely not even glancing at her.
'Armaan............thankyou for everything. I am sorry Armaan. Please forgive me.' Riddhima muttered feeling her eyes swelling up.
'Riddhima' Looking at her glistening with tears, Armaan's expression softened. Sighing, he slowly wiped away the tiny tears and looked deeply at her.
'You don't have to be sorry Ridhhima. You did nothing wrong. I guess I was a jerk to take it wrongly and not putting up myself before you properly. You took my friendly gesture as a pity and sympathy from my side? No Ridhhima, I don't have any sympathy for you at all. I am very proud of you baby. I respect you and your opinion a lot. Trust me, no pity or anything. Those things don't exist in our friendship. And I must not have given the fact even a thought that you are not well off. Ofcourse, I know you aren't. That does not mean I will pity you and make you feel inferior. I would hate the fact that you pay when you are out with me and it's the same even if you were a millionaire's princess.'
Stunned by his words, Riddhima looked at him in complete new light. Never had anyone been so caring, so frank and made her feel so special.
'Armaan I am sorry' She mumbled.
'No honey, I will not forgive you'
Looking at him confused as he smiled at her he continued 'You promise me there will be no more halves between us? Wherever we go and infact whenever we are together there will be no question of money okay?'
Looking at him smiling, she nodded her head and opened the door only to find him pulling her back.
'There' Armaan put a few dollars in her hand and looked at her sternly.
'Don't you dare try giving me again or you'll have it from me.' He said winking at her.
Giggling she got out to hear him call
'Be ready at 9 tomorrow, I will come to pick you up'
Shocked Riddhima turned back.......
'No Armaan, please no more favors, you are not coming to pick me up, no ways. I will come on my own'
Looking at her with a twinkle in his eye he spoke......
"Dream on honey, I will do exactly as I please'
Saying so, he drove off leaving her blushing a little she didn't know why.
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He looked at her snuggled up closely finally sleeping with all frowns slowly edging away from her forehead. He slowly put her beside him, her head now on the pillow and lay down beside her himself. pulling her close to him he placed her head on his chest holding her tight. Lightly kissing her forehead he still couldnt help but smile as he recollected her initial expressions when he came to pick her up the first time...................
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She was stunned to see him standing there holding his Mercedes door open with a bright smile on his face.
'At your service madam' he said while stooping a little like a chauffer showing courteousness to his mistress.
Taken aback by what was happening in front of her, she pinched herself to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. 'Ouch' was the only word that came out of her mouth at that moment after her thin, long fingers grabbed a small portion of her soft delicate skin.
'Hello, I am here missy' Armaan said waving his hand. 'I've been waiting for you for the past 40 minutes you know''and all you've got to say is ouch to me?' He said sounding annoyed.
'Armaan, what are you doing here? I told you not to come to pick me up na' Riddhima said lightly with a muted shriek of frustration.
'Well honey, I told you last night that I'd come at 9 and here I am''9 sharp' he proudly smiled while pointing his Index finger to the right angle formed between the hour and minute hand of his watch.
'Please Armaan, its really sweet of you but I told you I don't need your favors. I can do things on my own and I really don't want you to take such pains for me. Thanks for that but I would catch a bus instead.'
'Oh come on Riddhima, we've become quite good friends now and I don't think there is anything wrong in picking you up. Its really not any trouble for me baby. That's what friends are for, isn't it?' his eyes sparkled.
'I know''.but''.' she dug her brain in search of words to make some sense.
'Stop thinking baby, you don't need to think for so long'..and that too for an issue as small as this.'
'Now madam, if you don't mind, would you please honor me by sitting in the car? Gosh''.you girls think so much' he said nodding his head randomly.
Seeing this, Riddhima couldn't stop herself from smiling. Noticing her smile, Armaan added 'Moreover, I don't mind picking and dropping you everyday. I can do with this as a full time job then, there's already a shortage of cabbie drivers here you know' and winked at her.
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It was nearly 6 in the evening with the last lecture for the day almost finished. The day had been really long and tiring for both of them. Continuous lectures and practical sessions had left them feeling exhausted by the end of the day.
'So honey, you must be feeling tired by now na?' Armaan asked Riddhima.
'Oh Armaan, I am dead tired. I had never imagined that musical studies would require so much hard work. I wish someone just picks me up and lays me down on my bed without me having to catch a bus. And, on top of all that, I am so hungry. I haven't even had a chance to eat anything in the afternoon' She complained.
'Don't worry baby, I am there na. I'll drop you. Let's go' he calmly said.
'I can't Armaan, I've got work to do. Remember I told you about my job in the library, I have my duty there until 9 today' her voice trailed off with weariness.
'Oh come on, you are so tired already, how would you work at this hour? If you want, I can ask for a leave from the librarian?'
'No Armaan, thank you for your concern but I need to work there. I have my expenses to take care of and taking leave from work would increase my dues. You leave for your home na, you must be tired as well' she protested.
'Are you sure? I can wait for you if you want' Armaan asked with an expression filled with concern.
'No please, I am fine, really. Now, you go, I'll see you tomorrow' she insisted pointing to the car parking area.
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Laying down all the returned books systematically on their respective shelves wasn't a very physically demanding job but the tiredness from the course lectures throughout the day was making Riddhima's body resign every now and then.
Juggling the final set of books on their relevant shelves with a sigh of relief, she headed towards the rear of the main counter to grab her belongings and leave for home.
'What are you doing here?' She was surprised to see Armaan standing there with his hands crossed over, taking the support of the corner of the wall and smiling with a dimple appearing on each of his cheeks.
Still not able to believe her eyes, she continued her investigation 'Didn't you go home Armaan? What are you doing here at this time? Have you been waiting here for so long, Oh my God! Why didn't you leave, why did you wait here?' She shot such questions at him like a series of bullets been released from a gun.
'Relax baby, take a deep breath before you run out of it' he said smiling.
Holding her shoulders softly, he continued 'I didn't want to leave you alone here at this time love and definitely not when you were so tired. What did you think that I'd leave you in such a condition? No ways.'
Riddhima was deeply touched by Armaan's gesture so much that she felt her eyes getting moist with tears. She had never been treated like that in her life before. After her mom's death, she had felt extremely lonely and was longing to be cared by someone. Feeling blessed to have got a friend like Armaan, she finally spoke up''
'Armaan, I really don't know how to thank you. You have been so kind towards me and look at me, I am not even able to thank you properly. I am sure I did some good deeds in my life to have got a friend as supportive and helpful as you. Thank you so much.'
'You don't need to thank me for everything Riddhima. Our friendship doesn't require formalities like these. I do all this because I feel like doing it, and I have never asked you to thank me in return. So, please stop embarrassing me and my friendship with your thankfulness and other appreciations. Now, can we leave for home madam, its late already.'
She felt so happy listening to Armaan's words that a smile automatically developed on her face 'Yeah, let's go.'
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Balancing the car steering with his right hand, he grabbed a packet placed at the rear seat with his other hand, and passed it to Riddhima who was sitting beside him.
'There you go' he said facing her.
Riddhima was astonished to see the contents of the packet 'Armaan, this''.'
'You were feeling hungry na. So, I bought this for you' he explained with warm eyes.
Noticing the burgers and a packet of fries, she asked in a shocked as well as delighted tone 'Is this for me Armaan?'
'No, that packet of fries is for you and the burgers are for me' he smiled with dimples forming on his cheeks.
Following a chuckle, he said with an assuring smile 'Of course, its for you sweetheart.'
'Oh my God Armaan, you've done it again. How should I'..'
He immediately stopped her with his interruption 'Now, before you start your speech of thanks all over again, let me tell you that its not a big deal honey. I just grabbed these from the nearest Burger King. So, stop your favorite activity for the time being and eat it up before it turns cold.'
On listening to Armaan, she did nothing but smile. Noticing the smile on her face, he continued 'And baby, please don't swallow both the burgers. I know you are hungry, but I beg you to leave the other one for me. I am hungry too' and teased her only to be replied with a 'Shut up' from her side.
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Stopping his Mercedes in front of Riddhima's house, Armaan got off from his car and moved to the other side to open his companion's door.
'Here is your destination madam' he bowed giving a warm smile.
Getting off the car, Riddhima softly asked 'Armaan, aren't you coming inside?'
'No Riddhima, I'll leave now. I just wanted to drop you off safely'
'You can't leave like that Armaan. First you picked me up in the morning and now, you went out of your way to drop me off. I am not that ungrateful to not even ask you to come inside' she declared.
'On top of that, you haven't even had your dinner yet. It was only me who was munching that burger all the way while you were occupied with driving. I won't let you go until you come inside and have your dinner' she grabbed his arm and pulled him in her direction.
'Okay baba, I'll come. Gosh'''.I am seeing you in a completely different avatar Riddhima' he said with an amused tone.
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'Will you have something to drink Armaan?' Riddhima asked as he took a bite of his burger leading a small piece of lettuce to fall freely on his plate.
'No, thanks' he replied without looking at his host, giving all his attention to the two pieces of bread fixed between his fingers.
Seeing Armaan busy with his meal, Ridhhima thought of breaking the silence 'Um'..Armaan, If you don't mind, May I ask you something?'
'Of course you can honey, go ahead with your Question answer session' he smiled.
Interlocking her fingers nervously, she gained all the courage to proceed 'Armaan, why are you so caring towards me? Please don't take me wrong but I don't get why you have are so kind and helpful to me. I mean why are you always nice to me..........Uh'.how do I put this up''.You always make me feel special and'''.you do even the smallest things for me.'
Hearing such words come out of Riddhima's mouth, Armaan felt like a shiver run down his spine. He sat there motionless with the piece of burger still in his mouth as if fixed with an adhesive.
Seeing the blank expression on his face, she fished out for words to make a better sense of what she was trying to say ' I mean'''.I hope you are not doing this out of pity after knowing my history. Its just that I haven't had anyone else in my life, not even a friend apart from my mother. She was the closest soul to me and getting to have a person as caring and friendly as you''..its something I never really dreamt of. I know you value our friendship and believe me I cherish this beautiful relationship too but I just want to know why a guy like you would be so considerate and supportive towards a girl like me? I hope you don't mind me asking that.'
Finally able to make some sense out of those words, he accelerated his chewing motion to digest his food that had been sitting in his mouth for the past few minutes. Taking hold of the glass of water standing beside his plate, he said with a composed voice 'Uhh'..Riddhima, this is something I have never told you before. In fact I haven't spoken to anyone about this but since you have asked me, I'll tell you why I am like this towards you.'
Tilting the water filled glass to let its contents fall in his dry throat, he consumed all the liquid inside it without leaving even a single drop to float in it. Placing the empty object back to its original position, he continued following a deep sigh 'I come from a very rich family Riddhima. I have been provided with almost everything from the day I was born. I have been given whatever I have asked for from the smallest to the biggest and the most unimaginable things. All my demands and wishes have been fulfilled with just a single mention of it'''always'''..but'''I still am not happy. Do you know why'''..because like you I have also not got the love of my parents''..never.'
Feeling his eyes moist, he went on 'My mother died when I was 5 years old, so I hardly have any memories of her in my mind. And my dad''..he has always been busy with his work''.so much that he never realized that he had a son as well. I was always handed to the caretakers to look after me. Watching other kids in school as their parents came to pick them up used to remind me of my loneliness at all the times, leaving me with nothing but pain. Most of the time of my childhood was spent in my room with no one around me to talk to or share my feelings with.'
'So on that day, when I got to know about your past, I saw a little of myself in you. I found your life very much similar to mine. The way you longed for love and support reminded me of my youth''.and I felt so much connected to you in that way' he felt his vocal pitch lower down as he mentioned about his upbringing.
'Oh'''I am really sorry Armaan. I shouldn't have asked you that' Riddhima felt guilty for bringing such a topic.
'Oh no, its not your fault at all. In fact its good you asked me about that' he said in a cheerful tone.
'So then, how come you are living alone now'''you aren't living with your dad now'..right?' she asked with an inquisitive look.
'Yeah, I left his house a few years ago. It was when I decided to pursue my career in music. I wanted him to be the first one to know about my decision of studying music. I was so excited to tell him about my intentions of becoming a good music composer but I was so wrong. The moment I told him about my interest, he asked me to leave his house''.He wanted me to leave music and join his business instead. So, I ultimately left him and his wealth....'..and I am so glad I did that' he said with a glitter forming in both his eyes.
Riddhima felt relieved listening to Armaan's story. She was so wrong to have doubted him to pity her 'This guy has experienced the same youth as you. He has felt the same pain as you have. He has also never got the love of his parents. At least, you had your ma with you but he, he never received the affection of his mother'''.He has been so kind to you and what have you done, reminded him of the sad times of his life. You should be ashamed of yourself Riddhima' she heard her conscience voicing its opinion.
Trying to correct her mistake, she softly spoke 'I am so sorry Armaan. I feel like an Idiot to have brought this topic into discussion. Please forgive me, I won't talk about it again, I promise. Let's change the topic.'
'No baby, you don't have to apologize for something you didn't do. Its not your mistake that my mom died and you definitely aren't responsible for my dad's lack of attention towards me. I rather feel pleased to have discussed this with you. I have never told about my past to anyone, not even my other friends. I guess you are the first person I have poured my heart to and I feel really happy about that, trust me. '
While talking to Riddhima, an unintentional glancing at the minute hand coinciding with the hour hand forced him to speak in a surprised tone 'Gosh, its midnight and I am still sitting here. I better leave now. I have been such a pain for you already, let me give you a break now' and smiled.
'Not at all Armaan, I had a great time talking to you. It's the first time I have had a proper one-on-one chat with you and I must say you are the greatest friend anyone can have in their life. You are a great person and I am glad to have you in my life. Thank you so much for everything.'
'Oh no, your speech of thanks has started again. Before it turns into a full fledged one, I would take your leave as I am really really tired' he said while pretending to yawn.
Seeing off Riddhima, he drove off the lane leaving a smile on her face from the beautiful evening she had with him.
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'Dude, what all crap was it?'
'What the hell did you say up there, why didn't you tell the actual truth to her'..huh?' He found his mirror image sitting beside him posing all these questions at him as if attacking him in an interview.
'What truth, that was the truth only. I didn't lie to her, I told her about my past and how my life was similar to hers. What are you on about, huh?' He responded to his interviewer with a frustrated look.
'You know what I am talking about Armaan, that isn't the only reason why you care about her. That's not the only explanation of your concern towards her. Ask yourself, don't you like her'''don't you feel attracted towards her'''huh?'
Hearing those words echo in his ears, he tried to fight against them 'Uhhh''..what are you saying? That's bulls***, I respect her a lot and all this is out of concern. She is a very good friend of mine and I can do anything to make her happy.'
He saw his companion coming closer to him 'That's not true Armaan and you know that', it said pointing a finger towards him.
'Since day one, you have been attracted to her; first by her beauty and then by her polite and innocent nature. You can't fool me mister, I am a part of you only. You know you like her and the sooner you realize it, the better it would be. I can't believe you are behaving like a nutcase, why don't you accept the fact'''''Anyway, I'll leave you to make the decision yourself now''..See you later' With that, he noticed the image of his conscience disappear leaving him alone in his car.
Trying hard to concentrate on his driving, he felt those words disturb him all over again leaving him with nothing but a wondering, a big big wondering 'Do I like her, do I have feelings for her''''.am I in love with her..............?'
He felt a wide smile automatically developing on his face as he found the reply to all his queries, 'I think he was right''''I do like her, I do have feelings for her''''..Man''have i fallen in love with her?"
Thats part 4. Hope we havent disappointed!!😕
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