Homeless Continuee
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Like every ordinary day he stood in front of the same basketball court, like it was just yesterday he had watched his whole life pass by right in front of his eyes. His eyes scanned the basketball court, that's what he had been doing for the past 2 hours, standing there and watching the cloudless sky pass by. Had it been too long? Well he didn't care, his eyes she moved rapidly from one side to another.
"I guess we were never meant to be Ridhima" he softly whispered, his eys holding onto the passion that surged through his body. "Maybe love was never in our destiny. Maybe yours was with someone else, and me-" he chuckled humourlessly. "And I with myself"
Armaan Malik, once he himself loved being in love. But right now all the thoughts about that had flew out of the window. His one love was lost, but never did he thought the day would come. Armaan watched in agony as time moved on, his eyes pained across the sky, glancing up and down. But then suddenly his eyes drifted off to another creature, well she was no creature, she was a goddess herself.
Armaan eyes naturally moved along the petit figure, he watched in amazement, as her soft dress swinged in the wind, she looked like an angel in white. Armaan watched in amusement, as the girl stumbled over her own feet, he looked down at her feet, watching the white heels clicked together making a soft rhythm matching his heartbeat. She slowly pushed her hair out of her face, her eyes nice and toned out, her lips shimmering like the golden sun itself. He felt like laughing at out loud, as he watched her agonize with her purse on one side and her hair from coming all over her face.
"Excuse me" armaan snapped up to see the golden girl faced, walking over towards her.
Her legs moved smoothly over one another, while armaan pressed his back on the coiled wired back of the basketball court. He looked up, his eyesbrows lookign questioningly, while she came quietly over to him.
"Are you like?-" she made a weird action with her hand, but she slowly bent down and whispered to her. "Homeless?"
Armaan eyes bulged out of his head, after so many days he had the urge to laugh, that this young petit woman could make him laugh at the most stupides thing ever said.
He watched in dismay at the woman in front of him, who just stared at him waiting desperately for an answer. Armaan followed her little eyes, as they moved from one aspect of his face to another, she's probably thinking about why i look like a clown. Armaan thought quietly.
"I'm talking to you mister" the petit lady dropped her bag on the floor, her hands of her hips, looking as if she owned the place.
Armaan made no sign of changing his position, he just watched the whie dress blow softly along her dress, showing her smooth creamed legs to armaan. He just smiled softly, but the pain visible on his face. He looked down at the gucci bag sitting on the floor, he glanced back up at the petit lady.
"No Miss" armaan replied softly. "You should leave!" he exclaimd, leaving his head bowed to the floor.
"Ohey!" the petit lady in front of armaan screeched, while armaan flinched at the loudness of her voice. "Do no tell me what to do Mister!"
Armaan glanced up, the urge to smirk was needed, but he kept himself put, he just looked at her in dismay, of something that didn't usually happen. He quivered his eyebrow up, waiting for her reation. But then he himself was surpirsed when the young lady crouched down in front of him. His eyes didn't leave her for a second, her watched as she pushed the gucci bag away from her reach and tugged her dress over her bottom and placed herself on the ground beside him.
"If you are homeless" the girl said, her eyes pushing out. "you can tell me, there's no need for shame" armaan rolled his eyes at the girl. "Don't you dare roll your eyes at me Mister!"
Armaan closed her eyes steamly, and pulled his lips back. While he heard the soft laughter of the angel beside him. In bemusement he reached up and saw her smiling down at him.
"I'm Definately not homeless Miss" Armaan said firmly, but loosing his touch of keep his smile attached. "I'm just in a mess"
"I can see that" She laughed softly. "But you do make a very good looking homeless dude" At the cue armaan's cheek flushed crimson. "It was nice meeting you homeless dude"
Armaan looked up ready to interupt. "I meant un-homeless dude" Her laughter softened up the area.
"So your not homeless?" the girl said grinning from upwards. "You should tell me the truth. I don't like double standards" She looked down gravely from up.
Armaan smirked. "Yes mam, very much true"
"Then why are you here?" She asked, feeling a little curious. She then scanned the basketball court. "There's nothing interesting here"
Armaan's eyes saddened softly, his eyes started to glare it's way around, his throat felt pulled off, his words stuck in his throat. "This place holds more memories than one can ever compare to"
He placed his head into his palms, hoping that the girl would go away, so he could cry his heart out, that his love was gone, that he was all alone in this world, that there was no one in this world that could love him the way she did. How could he move on? When his heart had already been hers? How was he able to say that it was okay? That moving on was the right this to do, though going against her decision would just bring up more questions.
Armaan jerked up, as he felt a cold hand place on this shoulder, his eyes slowly moved up to see the same creature standing in front of him, her bag around her shoulder, her eyes looking at his worridly.
"If it holds you memories than it's good. But if the memories makes you hurt, than it's time to move on" Her words were swift, clear and totally accurate.
She smiled warmly at him, while she pulled her hand back. Suddenly armaan felt lost, those few seconds that she had his hand on him, he thought that he would have found someone who cared, but now it seemed silly to think about.
"Was she pretty?" Armaan's eyes snapped up, while the young girl grinned at him. "Come on Homeless, tell me"
Armaan shook his head at the silly girl in front of him, her eyes looking at him filled with excitement. "Very" He muttered before he had a chance to speak.
"Prettier than me homeless?" She looked alomost angry, but the cheeky grin didn't go off, it still stood there mocking him.
Armaan grinned, he felt a little relived. He looked at the young girl, he turn his head to the left and then the left. "Give me a twirl" the girl laughed at turned.
"I think, it's draw"
Continued
Armaan didn't move his eyes from the unknown creature in front of him, when he said thta it was a draw, he actually meant it. Of course it didn't mean that he forgot his 2 year of love, though this girl in front of him was just very divine, in her very own way.
"Yo homeless!" he looked up at her very confused face. "Why do you always go off in your own la la land"
Armana tched. "My land is definately only called la la" he said back playfully, the smile finally reaching his eyes.
"Oooo, Do you have another name for your land?" the girl asked sarcastically, which appeared clearly in her voice. "My land is called 'Twinkle Town'"
The laughter errupted from armaan's mouth, he grabbed onto the floor for support, while he actually felt like this stomach was going to give out on him, but the sweet ring of her laughter emerged into his own.
"Twinkle Town?" Armaan asked, while coming down from his laughter. "How old are you? 4?"
"24" she answered back with her eyes rolling in dismay. "And for your kind imformation-" she said with her hands of her hips. "- Being a child once in a while is good for your health"
She turned around angrily, leaving armaan gazing at her. While she moved towards the end of the court.
"Wait!" armaan called out, as he stood up, but then slugged down again. "Stay" he murmured softly, like he was giving out his biggest weekness.
The Girl smiled, her lips curling around the sides, while she started to walk back, dropping her bag on the floor, slowly she started to make her way towards the other end of the court. Armaan watched her every move, taking in ever sync of her body, he smiled, thinking about how ridhima was, how she was so different to this girl in front of him.
Armaan gawked at her, as she bent down to take the basketball in her hand, slowly she started to walk to the middle of the court. Bending just a bit, she threw the ball in the air.
"Dang!" she cursed under her breath, as the ball hit the side of the basket and fell off. "I hate basketball, i'm terrible at it"
Armaan stared in terror, how this girl was nothing compared to ridhima. "You can't play basketball?" he asked putting his hands on the back of his head.
"No" she muttered angrily under her breath. "I'm sure 'your' girl could"
Armaan smirked. "Yes, she could play basketball, and that too very well" he said, his eyes dreamily tuning everything out, just so he could picture his basket again, just once.
"I'm sure she's amazing" Armaan looked up once again, to see the girl looking at him from the middle of the court. "I'm giving this another go" she ran towards the ball and picked it up, very cautiously she dipped the ball up in the air.
Armaan noticed how the ball picked up the pace and hot the far end of the net. He smiled at how terrible she was at basketball, that she didn't know that first thing about it. She cursed again under her breath, her words were definately prude, and they weren't PG13 either.
"Homeless I hate this game" She annonoced. "It's horrible" but then again she picked up the ball.
Armaan slowly got up, and started to walk to the figure who was facing away from him, casually he tried to keep his movements steady as he reached the young girl, though she didn't notice that he was there. Armaan put his arms around her and pulled her body in flesh with his. He heard a intake, but then could see her small smirk, she was definately cheeky.
"Listen okay" Armaan whispered huskily in her ear, he couldn't even sum up how his voice change in minutes. "Bend your knees" he muttered softly, as he watched he bend down. "That's too much, a bit up" Armaan's voice croaked, but the smiled at how she followed his intructions.
"Ready?" Armaan saw her nodding. "Curl your fingers around the ball" he watched as she gripped the ball. "not too tight, otherwise it won't leave your hand" he chuckled while she breathed out. "Now lift your arms up, and throw gently" Armaan, using her elbows lifted her arms to a certain degree, and watched at how she threw the ball and into the basket.
"OH MY GOD" she screeched as the ball flew in the basketball. "I actually got it in!" Armaan smirked at her, as she jumped up and down, her arms in the air doing a small dance.
"You did it" Armaan whispered softly, while he felt the sadness occuring again.
She shook her head, and turned around. She placed her hands on his shoulders. "But you Mister Homeless, help me" putting a hand on her heart she said.
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