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he edges of fire
The days were tormenting.And the nights even more so.What can one do when they find themselves living a life which was just an existence?What happens when one wakes to find that he had stopped being human?
Arman Malik curled his fist,anger running with blood along his veins.Why did this have to happen?Why did he have to be the one whose life was closely becoming a hopeless mess-a mess which was not worthy of being a life anymore.
""Ready to go...""called a voice.Arman looked up to see a man with a toothy smile leering at him.
He nodded,picking up his royal blue helmet.He felt a flicker of excitement within him.This excitement was what brought him here every weekend.He needed this excitement to ensure himself that he was not turning into a zombie-that he could still feel-that his life did not end that day when she had told him that she was not his anymore-
Not his!!!
The thought churned his stomach-He would not think of that.Not now-not ever.It was enough that he saw her everyday with him-that was the extent of torture for him!!
Taking a deep breath he walked out,revelling in the crowd as they cheered for him.There were others ofcourse but everyone knew he would win-he always did-
He glanced around the crowd and suddenly he could see her-the past-she was standing there,her eyes pleading-dont do it arman-
And he could see in her eyes that she loved him-then she was still his basket-and everytime he sat on the bike waiting for the race to begin-he could see her tear filled eyes-the one who basked in the glow of her love for him.There was no sign of Ridhima Modi in her-she was not the Ridhima he saw everyday at Sanjeevani.She was just his basket.
He stared at her,drowning in her eyes-the ones that pleaded him to stop but he wont-she needed to hurt as he had been hurt.
He put his hands on the bike levers and waited for the whistle.It came in three sharp blasts.And they were off-Arman leaned down,forcing the bike to move.
The bike flew underneath him.It was speed and exhilaration-this was life.This made sense-for once there was no feeling,no memory,only the rush of the wind and the approaching the fire ring.That was all made him now.
Then she came back- the face he despised and now hated.
""I am not Ridhima Gupta-I am Ridhima Modi now.""
The words were like slaps-screeching he sped up,letting the wind take his frustration.The speed was like no other-and as he approached the fire ring he saw what attracts him here-the victory-Here he tasted success again every weekend-he saw that he could win-that he had not lost to time or to a marriage.
Putting away all thoughts he flew across the ground-the taste of victory almost near him when suddenly a bike flew past him.He looked across for a nanosecond,a red bike with a rider dressed in black raced across.Before he could comprehend it flew across the fire ring and came to stop.Without stopping he flew right behind and came to a screeching stop.
There was a stunned silence-as everyone comprehended what just happened.Arman Malik had lost-he had lost.In all the months after he returned to Sanjeevani he had always won.
The anger was back-was life to be so cruel that even in this race he had to lose?Grinding his teeth he looked at the rider who was still seating with helmet one in the bike.
The stunned crowd was staring at him as was Arman.Who was this guy?He didnt look very strong for one but he had beaten Arman-Damn!
He watched as a slim gloved hand reached up and undid helmet strap.Within seconds the helmet was lifted and with a flourish the rider emerged.
Arman almost staggered back.He had lost to ...
Beautiful silky hair loosened around the shoulders as the rider swung her head back.Dressed in a black leather jacket and tee she sat slightly slantingly in her bike,slowly raising her hand to acknowledge the stunned crowd.
Arman Malik has not only lost a bike race-he had lost it to a girl!!The thought was reeling.He gaped at her in utmost shock.
She turned back to see him looking as gave him a arched look.
""Arman Malik....""she drawled in lazy voice.
The voice was somewhere between a sneer and suppressed snort.
""You know my name?""Arman said
She swung her legs off the bike and walked towards him.
""I think everyone knows your name here.But I am disappointed- you are not that good.Infact you are worse than me..""she finished in a whisper.
Arman felt an upsurge of anger
""That was pure luck lady!""
She rolled her eyes.
""If you cant win,learn to be a good loser""
Arman ground his teeth.His temper which was close to surface nowadays almost burst out.
""Dont you dare call me...""
She shrugged.
""But I was being honest-LOSER!You lost didnt you?""
He sneered
""Luck ..heard about that?""
""If you are so good-lets do this sometime again-We will see was this luck or what?""
He shook his head.This chick was dead.
""Sure!!Next weekend-um..fire girl...""
""The best you can come up with?!Fire girl?!""she said in distaste.""No sense of humour and no biking skills and they call you the great Arman Malik-""she rolled her eyes.
He almost stood up.She swung around and walked to her bike.
""The name is Kangan""
""Do I really need to know that?""
She smirked.
""If you are man enough to admit that you lost to a girl-you should her name too.""
He grimaced,wanting to kick something.She started the bike and smiled.
""And FYI I can beat luck whenever I want to-I cant say the same about you.""
The days were tormenting.And the nights even more so.What can one do when they find themselves living a life which was just an existence?What happens when one wakes to find that he had stopped being human?
Arman Malik curled his fist,anger running with blood along his veins.Why did this have to happen?Why did he have to be the one whose life was closely becoming a hopeless mess-a mess which was not worthy of being a life anymore.
""Ready to go...""called a voice.Arman looked up to see a man with a toothy smile leering at him.
He nodded,picking up his royal blue helmet.He felt a flicker of excitement within him.This excitement was what brought him here every weekend.He needed this excitement to ensure himself that he was not turning into a zombie-that he could still feel-that his life did not end that day when she had told him that she was not his anymore-
Not his!!!
The thought churned his stomach-He would not think of that.Not now-not ever.It was enough that he saw her everyday with him-that was the extent of torture for him!!
Taking a deep breath he walked out,revelling in the crowd as they cheered for him.There were others ofcourse but everyone knew he would win-he always did-
He glanced around the crowd and suddenly he could see her-the past-she was standing there,her eyes pleading-dont do it arman-
And he could see in her eyes that she loved him-then she was still his basket-and everytime he sat on the bike waiting for the race to begin-he could see her tear filled eyes-the one who basked in the glow of her love for him.There was no sign of Ridhima Modi in her-she was not the Ridhima he saw everyday at Sanjeevani.She was just his basket.
He stared at her,drowning in her eyes-the ones that pleaded him to stop but he wont-she needed to hurt as he had been hurt.
He put his hands on the bike levers and waited for the whistle.It came in three sharp blasts.And they were off-Arman leaned down,forcing the bike to move.
The bike flew underneath him.It was speed and exhilaration-this was life.This made sense-for once there was no feeling,no memory,only the rush of the wind and the approaching the fire ring.That was all made him now.
Then she came back- the face he despised and now hated.
""I am not Ridhima Gupta-I am Ridhima Modi now.""
The words were like slaps-screeching he sped up,letting the wind take his frustration.The speed was like no other-and as he approached the fire ring he saw what attracts him here-the victory-Here he tasted success again every weekend-he saw that he could win-that he had not lost to time or to a marriage.
Putting away all thoughts he flew across the ground-the taste of victory almost near him when suddenly a bike flew past him.He looked across for a nanosecond,a red bike with a rider dressed in black raced across.Before he could comprehend it flew across the fire ring and came to stop.Without stopping he flew right behind and came to a screeching stop.
There was a stunned silence-as everyone comprehended what just happened.Arman Malik had lost-he had lost.In all the months after he returned to Sanjeevani he had always won.
The anger was back-was life to be so cruel that even in this race he had to lose?Grinding his teeth he looked at the rider who was still seating with helmet one in the bike.
The stunned crowd was staring at him as was Arman.Who was this guy?He didnt look very strong for one but he had beaten Arman-Damn!
He watched as a slim gloved hand reached up and undid helmet strap.Within seconds the helmet was lifted and with a flourish the rider emerged.
Arman almost staggered back.He had lost to ...
Beautiful silky hair loosened around the shoulders as the rider swung her head back.Dressed in a black leather jacket and tee she sat slightly slantingly in her bike,slowly raising her hand to acknowledge the stunned crowd.
Arman Malik has not only lost a bike race-he had lost it to a girl!!The thought was reeling.He gaped at her in utmost shock.
She turned back to see him looking as gave him a arched look.
""Arman Malik....""she drawled in lazy voice.
The voice was somewhere between a sneer and suppressed snort.
""You know my name?""Arman said
She swung her legs off the bike and walked towards him.
""I think everyone knows your name here.But I am disappointed- you are not that good.Infact you are worse than me..""she finished in a whisper.
Arman felt an upsurge of anger
""That was pure luck lady!""
She rolled her eyes.
""If you cant win,learn to be a good loser""
Arman ground his teeth.His temper which was close to surface nowadays almost burst out.
""Dont you dare call me...""
She shrugged.
""But I was being honest-LOSER!You lost didnt you?""
He sneered
""Luck ..heard about that?""
""If you are so good-lets do this sometime again-We will see was this luck or what?""
He shook his head.This chick was dead.
""Sure!!Next weekend-um..fire girl...""
""The best you can come up with?!Fire girl?!""she said in distaste.""No sense of humour and no biking skills and they call you the great Arman Malik-""she rolled her eyes.
He almost stood up.She swung around and walked to her bike.
""The name is Kangan""
""Do I really need to know that?""
She smirked.
""If you are man enough to admit that you lost to a girl-you should her name too.""
He grimaced,wanting to kick something.She started the bike and smiled.
""And FYI I can beat luck whenever I want to-I cant say the same about you.""
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
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