"Shit! Where could it be?" Riddhima Gupta searched the drawers of his cupboard frantically hoping to find what she was looking for. She knew she was being irrational, and she was unable to comprehend why she even wanted it so bad when all it brought back were painful memories of Him & their relationship. Riddhima sighed, there was no point on reminiscing the past, she had moved on and she was sure as hell that so did He. All she wanted was her possession, and then she would be at a peaceful state of mind and she would never step foot in His house again. Riddhima just needed to get it, and then escape before He came home and all hell broke loose. She wondered how He would react, seeing her after so long and whether He even thought about her every now and then. A part of her wanted to stay back and see Him, but she knew what was best for her. She couldn't afford to harbour feelings for Him, it just wasn't right, He wasn't right for her. Riddhima brushed off all thoughts, and continued her search.
After a good hour of hopeless searching, she sat down on His bed feeling defeated and upset that she had promised herself never to think about Him again, and yet here she was sitting in His room, on His bed searching for something He gave her. She disappointed herself yet she couldn't rationalize her actions. Riddhima threw a pillow down in frustration, unsure of what to do now. She turned her head to see a heart shaped diamond necklace that resembled hers. Riddhima delicately picked it up in anticipation and hope that it really was hers, she flipped it over to see the letters, "AR" engraved on it and it brought tears to her eyes. She had had several sleepless nights thinking about her necklace that was left with Him. Riddhima was unsure if it was the necklace she wanted, or the memories attached to it. She gently kissed it and smiled with pride at herself for finding it. "Wait a minute," Riddhima whispered, shock etched on her face. She had found the necklace under His pillow, what the hell was it doing there? Why would He want to keep anything that belonged to her? As she was wondering about it, she felt the lights go out and she jumped in panic. Riddhima heard faint footsteps and she immediately started hyperventilating. She got what she wanted, now she needed to escape from here fast! While attempting to get off the bed, without making a sound, she banged her knee in His side drawer and she winced loudly in pain.
"Who is it?" Riddhima froze as she heard the familiar husky voice, that made her heart skip a beat. She needed to leave NOW! As she made a mad dash for the door, a strong and muscular arm caught hers and pushed her against the wall. Riddhima was unable to make out His face amidst the darkness, although she recognised the touch and His strong and intoxicating scent. This couldn't be happening. With His arm still tightly gripping her wrist, He took out a lighter from His pocket and switched it on.
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NO.
NO.
NO.
It couldn't be her. Armaan Mallik's mind reeled as he stepped back, and met eyes with the girl that had drove him crazy with her thoughts in the last 5 treacherous months. This had to be another daydream, she couldn't be in front of him. The familiar face looked back at him with the same expression. She was shocked out of her wits and she couldn't breathe. As Armaan dropped the lighter, the lights turned on and reality sunk in.
Riddhima couldn't believe her ill fate at having to face him after their messy breakup. She felt vulnerable that she was the one to drop her ego, and be standing in His house after everything she had said and done to him. Riddhima couldn't help but observe him, and she realised that not much had changed. Those same greyish/blueish eyes, sharp features, perfectly carved face and tousled hair. He was clad in nothing but a pair of shorts, displaying his chiselled chest and abs making her look away and control her thumping heart.
Armaan was stunned that a girl like Riddhima that consisted of high principles and a big fat ego had stooped to such a level that she was snooping around in His room, in His house when she had no right over him anymore whatsoever. He couldn't help but notice though that she looked the same. Those big, expressive green eyes, delicate features, beautiful as ever face and shiny black straight hair that reached till her stomach were pulled back in a messy bun. She was dressed in a loose off shoulder top that stopped right above her bellybutton, displaying her belly piercing and perfect figure, and she paired it up with short shorts and her signature high heels. He was loosing his sanity and it was not okay. He couldn't let her affect him again, he had finally thrown her out of his life and thoughts, he couldn't let her invade his being again. She thought he was a ruthless bas***d, then that's what he would prove to be.
He stepped dangerously close to her and whispered menacingly, "What the f**k are you doing in MY house?!" Riddhima was taken aback by his cold demeanour, she didn't expect him to react this way. "I came back to claim my possession," she spoke calmly waving the necklace in his face that was clutched in her hand tightly. Armaan's eyes fell on the thin chain and his anger grew. Who did she think she was taking back something that he valued and kept as the only memory of their relationship. That necklace was his to keep, not hers to burn. "This necklace stays with me," he said while gritting his teeth and trying to grab the chain out of her hand. Riddhima was surprised by his attachment or whatever to the necklace, what was wrong with him? "Armaan, I came here for this necklace, otherwise I would have NEVER stepped into your house! I'm not leaving without it," Riddhima spoke loudly, frustrated at his behaviour. Armaan smirked deeply, "Well then I guess your not leaving. "
She glared back at him, stunned by his audacity to refuse to give her what was hers. Armaan glanced around the room seeing papers and clothes on the floor, everything in a mess which he hated. "I can't let you roam freely in my room after the damage you've done, and since you have insisted to stay, looks like I'm gonna have to come up with something," Armaan said rudely. He stepped inside his closet and came out with a pair of handcuffs. "Remember these?," Armaan smiled shamelessly as he showed Riddhima. She looked at them with loath and disgust, wow how can he still have these? "Looks like they're coming to handy again," Armaan said as Riddhima looked at him confused. He pushed her down on the bed as he handcuffed both her wrists to the board of his bed, before she can even protest. Riddhima was trying her best to remain calm but now he had crossed the limit and her anger was beginning to surface. "Are you f**king kidding me?! I'm not a child, Armaan Malik. You can't shut me up this way, and I will get my necklace back you cruel asshole! Can't believe I ever dated you, ughhh," Riddhima blabbed in frustration. "Yeah, yeaaah whatever, " Armaan replied unaffected by her words as he shut the bathroom door. Riddhima slumped in frustration, her entire plan backfired. What was she gonna do now?
Armaan stepped out of the shower and ran his fingers through his hair. "What am I doing?," he asked himself quizzically. He wasn't able to fathom his actions as to why he was keeping Riddhima back and not being able to give her the necklace. "I wanted her to leave right then and there, then now why am I trying to find an excuse to make her stay now?" He knew deep down he had missed her and her sudden appearance had made him happy, but he couldn't be doing this again. He needed to accept their breakup sooner or later, she seemed to be doing fine without him and he needed to show that he was fine without her. "Don't get too close, or its gonna hurt," Armaan reminded himself before leaving the bathroom.
He was welcomed with the sight of a angry Riddhima sprawled out on his bed trying to yank the handcuffs off. Riddhima looked at him with hate evident in her eyes and she yelled, "Armaan get these off of me NOW!" He couldn't help but enjoy the sight of Riddhima in his bed he gulped hard, he needed to savour this moment. Riddhima continued to hurl insults at him as he slowly walked towards the bed and placed himself right on top of Riddhima. Her eyes widened as she gasped loudly feeling his hard abs against her soft, bare stomach. She tried to control herself, and asked him in a rude tone, "What do you think your doing?" Armaan shrugged, "I'm opening your handcuffs, just what you wanted." His arms reached up and unclipped the handcuffs causing them to fall to the side. Riddhima lowered her red and numb wrists on to the bed on each side of her head. Although, Armaan had opened her handcuffs and she was now free to go, she didn't move a muscle. Armaan gently caressed her wrists and whispered, "I'm sorry," in her ears. Riddhima closed her eyes and tried to get her mind together, she was letting him affect her again. She opened her eyes to see his angelic face, too close for comfort. He could literally breathe for her, and she felt herself feeling breathless. Armaan bent down and slowly captured her lips waiting patiently for her response. When Riddhima tried to put her guard down and resist him, he became aggressive and probed her with his tongue to open up. He kissed her passionately while caressing her waist sensually. She finally decided to succumb to her temptations as she kissed him back with equal fervour and let her hands roam freely on his chest. He pressed her down hard against the bed as their tongues fought for dominance and their hands roamed around each other's body.
They broke up apart in need of breath, panting heavily as Armaan bent down and read Riddhima's shirt which said "NO BOYFRIEND, NO PROBLEM". "I don't like this shirt, " Armaan said mischievously, "you should lose some of it here and here," he said as he pulled her shirt down off her shoulder and to her arms, exposing the wide expanse of her throat and neck. Armaan kissed, sucked, licked and bit her neck passionately while Riddhima moaned loudly. He then abruptly got off of her and walked towards his cabinet. Riddhima looked on at him angry and disappointed for making her vulnerable and then leaving her like that. He returned with the necklace and gently placed it around her neck and kissed her hard on the lips. "This is exactly where it belongs. You don't know how I've survived 5 months with you Riddhima. It was hell trying to throw you out of my thoughts, and this necklace was the only memory I had left of you. That's why I always keep it under my pillow every night and cherished it. I'm sorry for ever hurting you, I love you so much and I don't ever wanna lose you again." Armaan confessed as Riddhima's eyes filled up. "I tried my best to forget you too but everytime I was unsuccessful. I thought I came here for the necklace, but the reality was I wanted to see you, because you had drove me crazy every night in my dreams. We both f**ked up but at the end of the day, we love each other and we realise what it is like now to be apart. And it sucks," Riddhima confessed as they both smiled. "So shall we continue then?," Armaan winked naughtily as Riddhima smiled seductively. Before they knew it, they were making love. So much love that they were unstoppable. Afterall, as they say "Distance makes the heart grow fonder."
*Since i cannot keep up with a FF, i have decided to stick to writing OneShots. So do let me know if you want to be pm-ed for next time.
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