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EPISODE FIFTY-SEVEN
Riddhima was facing the cupboard holding onto its handle when she felt someone come and stand at her back. She turned around with a jolt and got scared seeing a tall figure standing in front of her. Her mouth dried in fear and no words came out.
Armaan on the other hand was trying to figure out who the person is, when suddenly the person turned around. His hand rose in the air and he was about to smack the person when something grabbed his attention. The glitters on Riddhima's dress sparkled in dark due to the faint moon-light coming in the room. His hand stopped in air as he realized that its a lady or most likely a girl standing in front of him. How could he cuff a woman? He was a true gentleman, who can never in his imagination do that...
After turning around Riddhima was still standing almost numb trying to get her breaths back normal overcoming her fear. All of a sudden she saw the man raising his hand, probably to smack her. She closed her eyes tightly covering her face raising her right arm and shouted.
"Aaaaaaa..."
Armaan on the other hand jerked on his toes. He rubbed his ear again and realized at once, who the girl is. "Oh god..." he groaned. Her voice was more than enough for him to fathom who she is, after all he has heard her shriek so many times before. It was like her regular practice now, especially when he was around.
Few moments later when she didnt feel anything happening and heard somebody groaning instead, she stopped shouting and peeked from behind her arm opening one of her eye. In dark she could make out that the man was rubbing his ear. She lowered her arm slowly and tried to familiarize with the man. Riddhima couldn't see his face as the window was on his back and whatever light was sneeking into the room through it was blocked by his broad built.
While rubbing his ear Armaan saw that she is trying to figure out who he is and understood that she hasn't recognize him yet. He smiled mischievously in dark. Then suddenly, "TUM PAGAL HO KYA?" he shouted purposely near Riddhima's ear making her almost jump in her place.
"Aaaooooo..." Riddhima held her heart leaning back on the cupboard. Her heart-beat rose as his loud voice fell on her little delicate ear. It took her a few more moments to get her breath back... again. But as soon as she did, she acknowledged his voice. She sighed relieved closing her eyes momentarily that its HIM and not any stranger. For some reason she felt secured when he was near. No matter how much he irritates her, but she knew he is harmless. The most he can do is annoy her. Before she could say anything she heard him again.
"Now what happened to your tongue... uska bhi fuse ud gaya kya?" he commented when she didn't retort immediately like she did earlier that same day.
"What are you doing here?" she asked over-hearing his question.
"What do you mean 'what am I doing here'? Tumhe is se kya? Lekin tum yahan Kirti aunty ke cupboards mein kya apne chuhe dhundh rahi ho... wo bhi itne andhere mein?"
"Mein chuhe nahin dhundh rahi thi..." she gritted her teeth, "Aur jab main andar aayi tab andhera nahin tha..." she pushed him aside, "Hato..." She walked towards the bed trying to ignore him and concentrate on her work.
He saw her trying to open drawers of the table besides the bed. "It seems you have got warrants to comb the room..." he chuckled, "What are you doing in that drawer?"
"Searching for a gun to shoot you..." she retorted irritably and then tugged the drawers again mumbling loudly, "Kahan rakhi hain candles..."
Armaan went straight towards the other side of the bed and opened a drawer of the table on that side. He took out a candle from it and lit it with the match-box lying there. He knew the place in and out; after all he was almost like the second child of the family and has an access to everything just like Minnie.
Riddhima was still busy searching the candles on the other drawer, so he went back to her. She didn't notice him come and stand at her back. "Ye lo, is se dhundh lo tumhari 'candles'..." he said forwarding the lit candle in front of her nose as he stood behind her.
She was sitting on the floor, bending on her knees while searching the candles in the drawer. Without giving much attention to his words or doing anything else, she just took the candle in her hand and continued to search for 'candles' under its light.
Armaan muffled his mirth at her inattentiveness. He went towards the dressing table. Standing in front of it, he started fixing his clothes under candle's faint light. He tucked his shirt in his trousers which was left loose earlier in hurry. While doing so, he glanced at her reflextion in the mirror, her back was facing him and she was still sitting in the same old position. He chuckled as she continued her work so busily not even realizing that she already has the thing in her hand, what she is looking for.
"Tum kya apne glasses bhi aise hi dhundhti ho ghar pe?" he asked cheekily, after a few minutes.
"Kya matlab?" she turned to him on her toes, still sitting on the floor and fixed her glasses.
"I mean... using one pair of specs... to search the other pair..." he too turned her and danced his brow in amusement.
For a moment she couldn't understand what he said, but as she realized his brows signaling towards the candle in her hand she understood what he meant. "Oh... err..." she muttered a little embarrassed, but then composing herself immediately she said, "Tum yahan itne andhere mein kya kar rahe ho? Wo bhi Uncle-Aunty ke room mein?"
"I was trying to play hide and seek with the rats of Kirti Aunty's house..." he mocked.
She straightened and looking at him as arrogantly as possible. Why does he have to ridicule her all the time? If he can be arrogant and loud, then I could also do the same, she thought. "Tumhe seedhe muh baat nahin kar sakte kya?" she asked forgetting her fear of darkness.
"Tum seedhe-seedhe sawaal nahin kar sakti kya?" he snapped.
"You know what, I better not waste my time with you..." she stood up, "behtar hoga ki main apne kaam pe concentrate karu..." She walked towards the cupboard, holding the candle in one of her hand. She tried to open the cupboard with her free hand, but it seemed to have gotten stuck. She tried again, but it wont open, "ab ise kya hua?" she muttered loudly.
As he tucked his shirt properly, Armaan glanced at her standing besides the cupboard trying to open it. He nodded seeing her futile attempts to open it. He went to the side of the room where the cupboards were placed. Leaning sideways by the first cupboard he stood with his hands folded over his chest, waiting for her ask for help.
Armaan knew that the door of that cupboards wont open that easily... it keeps getting jammed. He has helped Kirti open it many times when he visited them. He has even asked her to get it fixed, but Kirti didn't get time to get it revamped due of other works and Minnie's wedding.
Riddhima left the door and walked to the bedside. She kept the candle on a table beside the bed and went back to the cupboard and tried to open the door once again. She held door with both her hands and tried to pull it with all her force, but all in vain. She panted, tired of pulling it. Then in a minute she started her attempts again, mumbling something under her breath at the same time.
Armaan stared at Riddhima for next five minutes, but she didn't turn up towards him. He knew she is stubborn and right now very much irritated with him. Obviously she wont ask for help. So he pricked her once again exclaiming loudly as if cheering her, "Oh yeah Miss.Gupta... you can do it... come on, come on, you can do it... yes..." he clapped and cheered even more loudly as she tugged the door frustratingly, "yes, once again... a little more... pull it... zor laga ke hayya... zor laga ke hayya... chodna mat ise... aur zor se..."
She was trying to tug the door when she heard him shrieking and clapping. She was already irritated coz of the door which has vowed not to open and his useless teasing was only fueling her temper. Finally she left the door and turned to him. "Tumhe sharam nahin aati..."
"Huh?" he stopped clapping and stood straight.
"Tumhe zara bhi sharam nahin aati na..." she repeated.
"Kyun? Mujhe kyun sharam aani chahiye?" he said arrogantly.
"Yahan ek ladki itni der se yeh stupid door kholne ki koshish kar rahi hai," she kicked the door lightly, "...aur tum wahan bewakuf ki tarah khade hue bekaar ki bakwaas kar rahe ho... ye bhi nahin ki yahan aake use help kar do..." she said cutely irritated.
"Achcha? Ladki?" he twirled on his toes looking around the room, "I cant see any girl here..."
She stiffened standing a little straight fixing her dupatta properly. Cant he see her? She is also a girl? Or is it so that he doesn't regard her as a girl? Oh... wait a minute. So he is making fun of her... she fumed inwardly again.
Armaan saw her shifting her weight from one toe to the other and doing something with her dupatta. He knew she was thinking something and might retort very soon. Not giving her another chance he added, "Oh, I am sorry. Tum shayad apne bare mein baat kar rahi thi, right? I didn't realize..." he faked a guilty tone.
"Haan..." she replied a little weakly. Atleast he knows that she is a girl too, she thought. "Aur nahin to kya?" she said aloud.
"Then this girl could have 'asked' for help atleast..."
"Gentlemen don't wait for a girl to ask for help. They offer it themselves..." she retorted.
"Aah, is it so? But I thought you don't receive me under that category..."
"Hey that's not fair. I think you..." she was about to say that he is the best gentleman she have ever met, but stopped realizing that it will only give him another chance to be arrogant, "I-I... err... you..." she fumbled a little, then snapped again, "of course I don't consider you that. But how does it matter to you if I don't consider you one? Atleast you could have tried to act like one..."
He smiled at her diversion of sentences. He knew that she was about to say something good about him but resisted intentionally. 'It does matter to me... I think...' he thought a little confused with himself for thinking like that, "Oh really? Alright then, move aside so that I can show you how great of gentlemen I am..."
Riddhima moved a little away to give him space as she was still standing besides the door.
Armaan walked to the third cupboard and glanced at her momentarily. Then placing his index finger-'tip' on the left door of the cupboard a feet above the left handle pressing it lightly, holding the handle of right door he gave a light jerk to it. The door opened ever so softly as if it was never jammed.
Riddhima was amazed to see how swiftly he opened the door that she has been trying to open for the last 10 minutes. Armaan gave her another arrogant look. She didn't notice it as she was still busy figuring out how he did it so easily.
Armaan let out a muted chortle again before moving aside to give her an acces to the cupboard so that she can take out whatever she was looking for.
Riddhima neared the cupboard confused. She held the door gawking at it for few seconds again trying to undetstand how he had opened it when she heard him again.
"Its what you call a simple 'technique'." She looked at him confused, he added, "There are some things that don't respond to the power... they just need to be handled with cool..." he pointed his temple with his index finger and added, "...up here."
She knew he was teasing her again, but whatever he said, was also right. So instead of retorting back, she took out the key and opened the inner locker. To her relief she found a blue packet inside. Then taking the packet and checked what is written over it. It was the one she was looking for. "Thank god its here." She mumbled. Then she locked the inner locker and the outer door too.
Armaan in the meanwhile, went back to the study to take his wrist watch and wallet that he left in haste while he was changing. He came back to the room and found her folding the packet.
Riddhima went to open the door, but it seems that there was more to happen tonight. The door didn't open... "Aahh, ab ye kya bakwaas hai..." she said irritated.
Then she remembered what he said. Composing herself, she stuffed the packet under her arms. She took a deep breath and placed index finger of her right hand a feet above the handle and twisting the interlock knob tried tugging the door with her left hand, just like the way Armaan has done to open the door of the cupboard, but it didnt buzz. She took another deep breath calming further, however it still didn't help.
Armaan heard her saying something about the door. It didn't take him another instant to realize that she was trying to open the door of the room. He noticed her struggling to open the door seeing which even he was a little surprised. Why isnt she able to open that door? Maybe because she is too busy getting frustrated, he thought. Then as she tried the technique he had used to open the cupboard's door, he chuckled loudly.
Shaking his head at her childhish attempts he walked to her. "Need a hand?" he asked merely in a whisper with his breath almost touching her nape.
Riddhima hadn't noticed him coming to her. She shivered at the sudden stroke of his warm breath around her nape, forgetting how to react. Then gasping, she turned her head to her left to look at him sideways through her glasses. He was standing barely a foot away near her back. For a moment she was frozen at the proximity. Without even a nod, she moved aside.
Armaan held the handle of the door and twisted it to open while smiling at her. But his overconfident smile dropped immediately as soon as he realized that he was trying to do something useless. The door didn't open. He tried thrice and soon realized that the interlock was clicking open but it seems the door has been bolted from outside. He twisted the door knob repeadly and swore lightly, "Sh**..."
Riddhima was back normal by now. She saw him attempting to open the door with complete deliberation. But this time he was failing. She smirked, it was her chance to snap, "So what happened to your 'techniques' and 'cool'..." she stressed at the two words and then pointing towards her temple, "...up here, now?"
Armaan rolled his eyes and tried again. But he knew there was no use of it. Someone has definitely bolted the outside lock-bar of the door. "Sorry ma'am, but I think sometimes you cant rub-off other's doing..."
"Dont blame others Mr.Malik, why don't you just admit your defeat?" She asked chuckling.
"Oh sure I do..." he said unaffected, "And now if the lady could do something to open this locked-from-outside door..." he leaned on the wall beside the door signaling her to try herself.
It took her another moment to understand the meaning of the clearly-said information. Her smile dropped all of a sudden as she tried to open the door again tugging it vigorously this time. "Oh god... its locked from outside..." she understood. She continued pulling the knob.
Armaan on the other hand kept standing there smirking at her attempts. Then something striked him. Without saying anything he went to the study. He clicked the door-knob of the study, but to his surprise, even that didnt open. Within seconds he realized that this door is also locked from outside. "Damn..." he kicked the door irritated, "Who is the idiot to use his brains..." he cursed the person who might have locked the doors from outside.
Then it hit him. There wasn't any power (electricity) in the house and one of the people present in the house must have locked the door when they found it open. They must have done it for the safety's sake without realizing that somebody was still inside. He walked back to the bedroom, where Riddhima was still busy with her 'chore'.
Armaan went to the bed and sat there casually humming the song, "Hum-tum ek kamre mein band ho... aur chaabi kho jaaye..." he took the magazine from bedside and started fanning himself with it leaning over the bed.
Riddhima heard him humming the song. She glared at him, but he remained unaffected. She was now irritated, frustrated, annoyed... and everything she could think of. She fumed at his naturally casual behavior. Leaving the door, she went straight to him, "Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?" They were both trapped in this room, and he looked least bothered.
Armaan looked to his right and then left, "Kya? You are talking to me?"
"No, I am chatting with this bed, this table, that candle, this magazine, those cupboards, that stupid-idiot-damn-door... " she pointed towards ever item as she took their names.
"Oh, I completely understand. Please go ahead..." he started flipping the pages of the magazine once again. She snatched it from him. He said, "What now? Go ahead, keep chatting, I don't like interrupting other's conversation..."
"You..." she clenched her fist, "You useless Camel, what have you done to the door? Why isnt it opening?" she was angry now.
"Excuse me? You think I have done something to it? If you haven't realized it yet, let me tell you that even I am stuck here inside this room. And how can I lock it from outside if I am inside?" he shook cynically at her stupid accusation.
"Then why don't you do something to open it? Or have you decided to comfort yourself here in this room for the whole night?" She folded her arms over her chest.
"I thought, maybe 'jhansi ki rani' can win it over..." he said pointing towards her. Then added softly, "What can I do now that its locked from outside. Even the door of the study has been locked by someone..." he took the magazine from her and started flipping its pages.
"WHAT?" her mouth fell open in shock. She ran to the study immediately only to come back within a minute after making some futile attempts on that door as well.
Armaan sat casually leaning his back over the head-board of the bed now and his legs crossed one over the other. He was keeping himself busy with the magazine, observing her restless movements every minute. She was still attempting to open the door every 2 minutes. Then he saw her strolling from one end of the room to the other rubbing her palms nervously.
A few minutes later she came and sat at the corner of the bed trying to be as far as possible from him, yet close enough to feel safer. She was looking around nervously. She was getting worried now. "Er... please..." she tried to make a civilized conversation with him, "...do something to open the door..."
"What?" he raised his brow, "What did you just say?"
"Do something to open the door..." she repeated.
"No, before that..." he urged her.
She fumed again, but decided to gulp it inside, "P-Please..." she said.
"Hmm... that's better..." he didn't push it further seeing her nervous state.
Armaan got up from the bed at once and walked around the room. Then he tried to call someone, but all in vain. Nobody picked up his call at the other end. So he tried again only to get the same response... no response.
"Who are you calling?" she asked. She cursed herself for leaving her own cellphone in the Hotel.
"Landline of Chatterjee Villa..." he said dialing again.
"Landline? Chatterjee Villa? But we are 'in' Chatterjee Villa."
"Hmm, I know... I am trying it coz then maybe we can ask someone to come here and open the door." His attempts failed again. Closing the call he added, "...but it seems everyone has left by now... or maybe they are busy with something to attend the phone..."
"Try Kirti Aunty or Shubhankar Uncle or anyone else's number..." she suggested.
"They are all busy at the venue, it might not be possible for them to come here when its almost time for the Baraat's arrival." He said sighing.
"Oh..." she nodded lightly, "So... now, what should we do?" she asked looking around.
"Let me see..." he said and walked towards the window.
Armaan opened the window and peeked outside. He looked at his right and then at left to inspect the place. There was a hose-pipe clamped against the wall on his left. He could see a balcony that was attached to the emergency stairs on the other side of the pipe.
He climbed over the window frame and held the window pane. He turned around, his chest facing the wall to his left. Stretching his right arm, he held hose-pipe and stretched his right leg to place it over the iron clamp that was nailed to hold the pipe with the wall. Then he transferred his weight to his right foot as his left leg dangled in air. He jumped lightly to exchange his feet on the iron clamp. Now his left foot was resting on the clamp and his right one was free in air. He drew out his right leg to place it over the balcony's parapet. He was successful in his attempts, finally jumping inside the balcony.
Riddhima who was busy fidgeting with her dupatta nervously suddenly realized that she is alone in the room. She ran to the window as she heard some sound of the window pane hitting something. Peeking outside the window she gasped, then called him panicking all of a sudden, "Armaan... Armaan where are you? Armaan... Armaan..."
"What? Why are you shouting?" He replied standing over the ramparts of the balcony.
"HOW DID YOU GET THERE?" her eyes plopped out seeing him standing in the balcony of the next room. Armaan laughed at her loud response. He pointed towards the hose-pipe. "Oh My god... you are insane." she gasped again covering her mouth, and then it stroked her, "You aren't going to leave me alone here? Aren't you?"
"Hmm, though it's a great idea, but I don't want to make Minnie upset... atleast not today." he replied cheekily. "You wait here I will be right back..."
"Ok..." she nodded.
Before she could say something else, Armaan jumped from the balcony into the garden. The balcony was a little lower than the window around nine feet over the ground. He winked at Riddhima as he looked at her staring at him with amazement with her mouth slightly open and walked away.
Riddhima saw him going towards the front entrance of the house. Within a minute she heard some movements near the door. She went to the door and called, "Who is it? Armaan, is it you?" but nobody replied. Then there was a silence again. She tried to hear if there is any person outside by placing her ear on the door, but no sound came.
Then she went to the window again. After 5 minutes. she saw Armaan walking back towards the same place where he has jumped earlier. "What happened?" she asked. He rubbed his chin, then removed his jacket and plopped it over a plant. He came forward; opening the button of his sleeves, he folded it to his elbows and held the water-pipe. She saw him climb up through the pipe, "Ye kya kar rahe ho tum? Gir jaoge..." she called. But he kept climbing expertly.
Finally when he neared the window pane, Riddhima moved forward to give him a hand leaning a little outside. He took her hand and kept one of his feet over the pane. Then he swiftly raised his body and jumped inside the window.
As soon as he was inside, she scolded him, "Tum pagal ho kya? Agar gir jaate to?" She slapped his arm angry at him. She was holding her breath all the time when he was climbing up. She was scared. What if he had fallen and hurt himself?
Armaan ignored her reprimand and walked towards the bed. He looked at the bed and checked its bedcover. It was a blanket styled delicate bedcover made with thin layers of foam. He couldn't use it as it won't be able to carry their weight. He pulled the drawer beneath the bed, to his disappointment there was only one bedsheet lying in it. Since there were too many guests in the house, so other spare ones might be in other rooms.
He cursed himself inwardly for forgetting to bring a bedsheet with himself when he went out. Anyhow, he has to use this single bedsheet for the time being. He took out a bedsheet from there and checked it. It was cotton made and was strong enough, but again not long enough.
Riddhima asked him as he walked towards the window, "Ye kya kar rahe ho?"
"Neeche utarne ka intezaam..." he searched to find some place where he can tie the bedsheet, but didnt find any. "Damn..." he swore again. What to do now? He thought. Earlier he thought he can tie the bedsheet with something so that they can slide down easily with its help. He walked back inside thinking something.
"What happened to the door?" she asked.
"Its locked from outside, and keys to the lock isnt there with anyone in the house." He replied.
"But who locked it and why?" she questioned.
"I think one of Kirti Aunty's relative who had the keys... for safety's sake of course. But they have already left for the venue."
"Oh..." she understood.
Armaan walked back to the window and peeked towards the balcony. He called her, "Riddhima, come here..." She went to him. She saw him tieing one end of the bedsheet around his waist, then as she stood in front of him, he commanded, "Tie the other end around your waist... tightly..."
"What?" she looked at hm quizzically.
He explained, "We will have to reach the balcony, and for that you need to use me as a ladder. This is just safety in case you slip or something..."
"Oh..." she tied the bedsheet with herself immediately.
Then Armaan climbed over the window pane and asked her to climb on it as well. It was good that he has checked how they can reach the balcony earlier. With some initial hesitation Riddhima took his hand and climbed over it. He asked her not to look down which she complied with. He then turned to his left and stretched his right arm to hold the pipe.
Riddhima was holding the window pane with both her hands. He kept his right foot over the iron-clamp holding the pipe with right hand and the open window pane with his left hand. He was facing the wall. Then like he did earlier, he exchanged his foot on the clamp, replacing his right foot with the left one.
He commanded, "Riddhima, hold my arm tightly and try to climb on my back. Stretch your leg and place your foot over mine, the one thats resting on the pipe."
"But how? Its dangerous... you might fall..." she was not sure about the idea and scared of hurting him.
"Nothing will happen. Just do it..." he commanded again in assuring tone. She felt it and did what he said.
With lot of efforts she reached his arm that was holding the window pane and then turning around she placed her right toe over his left. She was almost half-hanging now. Armaan asked her to leave the window pane and hold him by his neck from backside. She slid her hand over his arm and tried to reach the other side of his neck. He tilted his head towards her to make it easy for her. He was standing in the air in a diagonal position on one foot... with all four of his limb stretched out.
She found other side of his neck and held it tightly. Then as per his instruction freed his other hand that was holding the window pane and clung to his neck. She closed her eyes in fear as she swung over his back. Now she was hanging over his back with one of her toe on his.
Initially, as she clutched to his neck, he almost choked for a moment, but then as she held him with both of her arms around his neck, and one of her foot on his, he could breath back easily. As soon as she got easy on his back he relaxed a little taken deep breath, but soon his composure was taken over by something else.
Armaan flinched as he felt her body pressing onto his back. His breathing rose and all of a sudden he felt his palms started to sweat. What is happening? It feels... different. He gasped and took a deep breath once again, recovering immediately. Then leaving the window pane and he held the pipe with both his hands. He commanded her to hold onto him tightly and made a jump into the balcony. Armaan landed there safely with Riddhima clinging on his back.
Riddhima opened her eyes as soon as she felt them fall into the balcony. She stood up immediately, breathing rapidly. She hadn't inhaled since she left the window pane. A moment later she saw Armaan untying the bedsheet from his waist and again tying it with the rampart of the balcony. He asked her to untie it from her end as well.
"But why?" she asked.
"Neeche nahin jana kya?" he said calmly.
"But... What about the balcony door...?" she asked pointing towards the door.
"You think I didn't try that?" he saw her trying to open it. "Since the stairs falls inside the house, they have locked this as well... from inside." She looked at him strangely, so he added shrugging, "Probably security reasons..."
"Oh... ok... now?" she looked at him questioningly.
Rolling his tongue in his mouth, he gave her a mysterious smile. Then, before she could say something, he climbed over the balcony rampart and jumped down.
Riddhima ran to the rampart. She peeked down with wide eyes, to see him land on the ground expertly and of course safely. How did he do that? Is he spiderman or something?
He looked up and called, "Climb over the parapet Riddhima, and try to climb down holding the bedsheet..."
"What? No ways... I wont do it. I-I... cant do it..." she looked mortified.
"Nothing will happen... trust me..." he said looking at her.
She looked at his earnest face. Something about him always made her feel that nothing can happen to her when he is with her. Her 'unconscious' suddenly realized the amount of faith she had in him. It was more than she trusts herself.
She stretched her leg to climb over the parapet when he called again, "Remove your sandals and throw them down here..."
She nodded slightly and did as per his order. Then she held the bedsheet tightly with both her hands and tried to slide down, but after a few inches slips of palms against the bedsheet, she started feeling her palm burning due to friction.
"Aaah..." she moaned in pain.
"Riddhima... are you alright?" he asked concerned on hearing her painful moan. Though she nodded replying that she is ok, but he understood her problem, so he said, "Ok, leave the bedsheet now and jump down..."
"No, I will get hurt..." she cried, "Its too high..." she was still hanging in the air, not too far away from the balcony. As it is, the bedsheet wasn't too big to help her much. She could slide only two or three feet even if she tried to slide down further.
"I am here to take care of that... don't worry just jump... main hu na..." he said stretching his arms up in the air.
She looked down at his smiling face... his outstretched arms waiting for her to surrender herself to his faithful compassion. There was darkness covering all over the place, but the sincerity in his eyes was gleamingly visible. Without even realizing her hand automatically left the bedsheet. Probably her unconscious faith in him did that for her. She flew down into his arms safely.
Armaan held her firmly and safely as soon as she fell into his arms. Her eyes were closed tightly while her palms covered her face. She didn't open her eyes for the next few moments as still waiting to face any pain that might arise due to her, falling on the ground.
When she didn't open her eyes, "Riddhima open your eyes..." he whispered in her ear. She nodded refusing to open her eyes. He held her shoulders a little firmly minimizing the distance between them and then whispered near her earlobe, "You are safe. Ek baar aankhen khol ke to dekho..."
She removed her palms from her face and opened her eyes slowly. He was looking down at her intently, smiling satisfactorily. There was still darkness around, so they could barely see the precise details of each other's facial features. But the faint light of moon helped them to see the trust and a different sort of emotion glistening in each other's eyes.
Armaan's eyes narrowed as he glanced in those almost green orbs, through the glasses she was still wearing. Why do they look familiar? Does he know them from somewhere? I have seen them before, I am sure of that, he thought. Before he could understand or think further, the electric supply came back lightening the whole place with numerous fairy-lights hanging around decorating the place.
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Hi Friends... I know-i know, i am late once again, and wont make any excuses this time. Just wanted to say sorry. Now i dont know how many of you are appeased, and how many of you are disappointed by this one, but this is my first ever try on any sort of romantic stuff. As you can see, i am not too good with this, but i am trying to bring some intimacy between the two future lovers...
Please comment after reading to tell me how was it. Please let me know if there has been any mistake.
And i am sure, hitting a like button wont take too long after you read the episode.
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Edited by Wild.Aimee - 15 years ago
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