Armaan blinked his sleepy eyes open as he woke up from what felt like the most peaceful sleep of his lifetime. But this feeling was most certainly not novel. Every time they slept together, he slept a sound, dreamless and satisfying sleep. And lately, they had gotten more than just a few opportunities to sleep in each others' arms, for which he was more than just grateful. It was such a wonderful feeling to wake up next to her.. Or even on her.. Or under her! Anywhere near her, in such a proximity that he could feel her warm breath on him, take in her sweet fragrance and hear the rhythmic beats of her heart. Just like he could right now.. As he lay, half on her, half on the blanket covered floor. Her soft warm self under half of him was a stark contrast to the hard cold floor that partly eased his weight off her.. Just like the contrast her milky white skin created against the upturned collar and front seam of her black button down shirt. His heartbeat picked up speed as he became aware of how he was sprawled over her.. His arms were holding her around her waist.. His hands could feel her bare skin under her shirt.. His ear pressed softly against her heart, while his face was buried within that valley that he had thought to be forbidden before today. He could feel her fingers threaded in his hair, holding him close to her, erasing any kind of doubts that she didn't approve of their proximity. She seemed pretty comfortable in the way he had caged her with on leg around both of hers, keeping her as close to himself as possible. He wondered when and how they had come to be in this state. The last he remembered she was on top of him and he was definitely not facing her. But he wasn't complaining at all. He was rather in a state of bliss, hoping, wishing, that he could have this forever.. But alas.. He had to wait.. Wait for a while till he would have the first right over her.. And that was a depressing topic to veer into.. 'The Wait'.. He wished he could just get married to her right away and finish off the story.. Nobody could question him, question them, once they were officially together.. Then he could have his personal heaven for just himself and forever.. He smiled at that cheerfully exciting thought and left the comfort of her warmth as he arched his back up so he could look at her.. And his smile widened, contrary to the expected frown, when he saw the frown on her face. She seemed as disturbed by the lack of warmth created by the distance between them, not to mention her hair that fell on her face in a mess while she tried to turn to find that comfort again. She looked beautiful even in that mess, the warm yellow rays of the morning sunlight that filtered in through the translucent windows made her skin glow warm and gave her dark tresses a brownish tinge. Armaan blew softly across her forehead so he could put away those strands of hair that irritated her by covering her eyes, and then placed a soft loving kiss on her forehead while making up his mind to go off to sleep again. He didn't want to wake her out of her deep slumber. She seemed too comfortable and he didn't want to be the one to disturb her. A little voice in his head told him that they should be heading back home.. Their friends and her family must be worried about them.. But the temptation of going back to that warmth and comfort was too overpowering for his resistance to last even a second. Slowly, he lowered himself again on her, trying to get back that lost comfort, hoping to find that peace again. But when she started trying to turn on her side, he let her do that, moving off her so she could turn freely. He smiled as she faced him on her side while he lay on his, her hands frantically searching for him, so she could pull him close. She finally found his face and her hands went around him, into his hair while she tried to move closer to him. When that didn't work, her hands found their way down his front, her arms wrapping him in an embrace when she recognized the much too familiar contours.. Armaan couldn't help but chuckle at her somnolent attempts at bringing him close. When she finally settled her face was just a few centimeters from his, a frown adorning it as the mess of her hair fell on her forehead to irritate her. He smiled as he lovingly put those troublesome strands behind her ear and caressed her soft cheek affectionately. So beautiful.. That was the only thought that occurred in his head.. And as he appreciate that beauty with his eyes, he continued to caress her cheek with the back of his hand, looking upon her delicate self with almost a reverential sort of love. Love.. Yeah.. That was the feeling that filled him up when he looked at her.. So much love.. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He just couldn't get enough.. Couldn't get enough of looking at her.. Of being with her.. Of loving her.. He propped his head up on his elbow as he continued to caress her face, placing intermittent kisses as he did, sleep a faraway thought to him now that he had taken up this new gazing activity.. He kissed her lovingly.. sometimes on her cheek, sometimes on her forehead, sometimes the tip of her nose.. All the while wondering, what good had he done in the world, to deserve her. She was his angel, his savior, his everything.. And he loved her like he loved no one in this world..
While Armaan was busy showering her with all the love in the world, Riddhima was switching her worlds from dream to reality.. Not that the two were much different.. Only in her dream, she was capable of flying, soaring the high skies, and feeling the rush of a whooshing wind whipping through her hair. It kind of mimicked the bike ride that she had taken here with Armaan.. But still.. Levitating was something that was difficult to simulate in the real world. She had been in a limbo of sorts.. Where she could feel some kind of movement in the real world and realized it, but chose to ignore it over that wonderful dream she was dreaming of sleeping in his arms. And she had just reached the best part of that dream.. Where he placed loving kisses on her, caressed her, adored her, loved her like he always did.. Beyond the limits that she knew of.. And it made her feel so warm.. So happy.. So loved.. Even if it was just a dream.. It felt so real.. But the reality of life was lurking somewhere at the back of her subconscious.. Something about going home.. And facing her Di.. She couldn't really clearly picture the problem and rationalize the building apprehension.. But she didn't like what she was feeling.. So she forced herself to sleep.. So long as she was asleep, she could at least escape that part of reality.. Plus his kisses and caresses were too tempting a blissful dream to give up so soon.. And when she felt his lips on her earlobe, she had made up her mind to continue to sleep and go back to her dreamland from this half-way-through of hers.. But.. "I love you..", his voice made through, through her ears to her half-wake mind. It was an affectionate whisper so full of love that she couldn't imagine what dream could project its essence so strongly. It made her doubt her dream-reality theory. That's when realization came, her mind enlightened, and she came out of her half sleep, wanting to wake up now.. How could she be stupidly sleeping when she was actually living her dream! She opened her eyes slowly and winced as she tried to adjust to the light that flooded her eyes. And the first thing she saw when she was capable of vision were those blue-brown oceans full of love, just a few inches away from her. She would have been hypnotized by them had she not heard that deep husky voice wishing her a , "Good morning.."
Her lips broke into a smile as he placed his on them in a light peck. She turned her head the other way and shut her eyes, still smiling to herself as color flooded her face.. Somehow, just the way he looked at her made her blush.. And at the moment she felt just more than his eyes on her.. His intoxicating scent that she was enveloped in, his warm breath that caressed her skin as he nuzzled her neck, his soft lips that found her skin every now and then, and his naughty hands that had found their way under her shirt, touching her in a way that made her nerves stand on end..
"Armaan.. Stop it..", she protested in a rasp sleepy whisper, though she didn't want him to stop anything that he was doing.. In fact, the way she arched her neck to give him more access to her skin was quite paradoxical to her protest.
"That's not exactly how I expect you to wish me a good morning Basket.. ", he mumbled his complaint as he continued to trail his lips below her collar bone..
She giggled at that as she pulled him up by his hair to stop his evil schemes that she was fast falling for, "This is not exactly how you should wish me a good morning Armaan.. ", she tried to sound reprimanding and to hide that naughty smile that was playing on her lips.. But it was all in vain.. Coz Armaan thought she was absolutely right, "I agree.. ", he winked at her with that wicked grin on his face and before she knew what he was about to do, took her in a kiss that fit his bill of the perfect 'Good Morning' wish! And by the looks of it, his morning was going to be really really good.. Coz it didn't take him long to coax Riddhima into giving in..
"I love you..", he whispered through his ragged breath as they pulled apart for some air..
She only just managed to smile at that before returning her "Love you too.." as she caressed his face lovingly..
"Definitely a good morning..", he declared, still breathing short and fast with his forehead glued to hers..
"I agree..", she grinned, trying to catch up with her breath herself. But she soon realized that agreeing with him was a blunder she may regret when he leaned in again with a cheeky, "I could make it better.."
But before their lips could meet, she looked away, pushing him away with her hands on his chest, "No thank you Dr. Mallik.. I don't think that's such a good idea..", as much as she would have loved to give in to him, she couldn't.. That small voice in her head that she had been suppressing from so long had become too loud for her to ignore any longer. It was time to go home..
Armaan frowned as she managed to sit up, still holding him away from her, "Basket yaar! Why do you do this to me all the time.."
"What did I do Armaan?.. You're the one who's doing everything..", she teased him as he tried to pull her down again.. But when she didn't budge, he too sat up next to her, still frowning at her unfairness, "Yeah right.. Do you want me to remind you about what you did last night.. Then we'll talk..", he retorted in a warning tone as he pulled her on his lap while resting his back against the wall behind them..
"Armaan!!! Stop it.. ", she slapped his hands away from her as she struggled to get out of his grip. But she failed miserably against his iron hold. When force didn't work, she started to use reason, "Armaan yeh sab kya hai.. Let me go.. And chalo.. We must get going.. "
"No we mustn't! ", he replied back, pulling back the collar of her shirt as he nuzzled the length of her shoulder.. It made her shudder.. But it also brought to her notice how the first few buttons of her shirt were undone.. And that made her shriek, "Armaan!!"
And Armaan couldn't help his grin as she struggled against his hold, while angrily glaring at him with her face half turned towards him.. "Yes Basket!", he asked her, with his brows raised and a teasing smirk at the blush that was creeping up her face as she buttoned up.. "Armaan enough! Now don't make me angry..", she seethed, trying to hide the embarrassment behind her glare. But Armaan wasn't done teasing her, "I'm sure you're just trying to hide that blush behind this gussa Basket.. Main sab jaanta hoon.. Now stop being such a prude.. "
"I'm not being a prude.. You're being super shameless.. ", she scolded him, slapping his face lightly, as she leaned back on him..
"Who toh main bachpan se hi hoon..", he accepted proudly, still grinning as he brought her closer to himself.
Riddhima just smiled at that reply of his.. He was just incorrigible.. And she just couldn't help but love him for that, "Who mujhe pata hai.. Prove karne ki zaroorat nahi hai.."
"Yeah.. But I'm proud of you Basket.. You've learnt well from me.. What you did last night was pretty shameless.. Quite an improvement by your standards.. ", he just continued to tease her. But the mention of last night wiped the smile off her face, "Armaan will you shut it! It's not funny.. Pata nahi main sab ko kaise face karungi.. Especially Di! I'm sure she's mad at me..", she said a little warily.. The tension of facing her Di and all their friends that he had effectively managed to distract her from was coming back to her now..
Armaan, however, didn't seem to affected, as he discussed the situation like what happened last night was the most normal thing in the world, "Yeah.. She seemed to be knocking really desperately na.. Almost as desperately as I was trying to unhook your.. Uh.. Ahem!", he winked at her naughtily as he saw her scandalized expression..
Riddhima was as shocked as scandalized.."Armaan!!!", she screamed in annoyance as she resumed her struggle to get out of his lap.. "How can you be so so shameless..", she asked him exasperatedly, almost in defeat..
While he just continued to grin naughtily at that, "I was always shameless Basket! You just scared me into being sober till now.."
"Oh please.. I don't remember you being sober ever.. Just a little less shameless.." she corrected him as she leaned back again on him giving up on her struggle.. "Armaan please.. Chalo na.. Tumhe Di se zara bhi dar nahi lag raha.." she asked him, as he buried his face in the crook of her neck again..
"Of course lag raha hai.. Iss liye I don't want to go back.. Lets just stay here forever.. ", he told her lazily, shifting her hair to one side of her shoulder so it doesn't come in his way.. She giggled as his nuzzling tickled her, but reprimanded him in spite of her smile, "Armaan!.. I'm not joking.."
"Nor am I .."
"Tch.. You never take me seriously Armaan.. ", she whined as he continued to tease her, "I always do.. You're the one who thinks I fool around all the time.."
"That's coz you do!!", she pointed out, turning to look at him.
He looked back at her with a grin, "Yeah.. I know that.. So what!"
"Armaan! Kyun subah subah mera dimaag kha rahe ho?" she asked him in a mocking rhetoric. But he answered it anyway, "Coz it's so yummy.. I couldn't resist.."
Riddhima just gave him a long defeated look at that while he continued to grin that irritating smirk of his. She just didn't have the heart to argue with him over that.. It was so hopeless..
With a long sigh she gave up on him and rested her head sideways on his shoulder, with her arms around his neck, "Fine.." was all she could say..
"Matlab!! We can stay here?", he asked her excitedly.
"Sure.. Just call up Di and tell her when we're planning to come back..", she told him coolly as she nuzzled his neck..
"But I thought we're staying forever.."
"Then tell her that!!"
"Seriously?..", he pulled away to look at her, unable to believe she was asking him to do this.. He had been hoping to stay, but had been kidding about forever.
"Tch.. Stop wasting time Armaan.. Call her up before she decides to inform mamma and papa..", she told him irritated, pulling him closer so she could continue with what she wanted to.. As Armaan felt her fingers stealthily undoing the buttons on his shirt, he couldn't help but comment, "I cant call her up if you continue to do that.."
But she just ignored him and continued anyway, "Well you have to.. It's one of my conditions..", she told him, as he looked around to find his bag.
"Really.. So much for calling me shameless.."
"It's called revenge Mallik.."
"When exactly are we going to stop playing this revenge game..", he asked her, grinning at her antics as he fetched their phones from inside the bag.
"Do you really want me to stop playing it?", she asked him in a husky whisper as she leaned in closer with a teasing wink..
"No way in hell!", came his prompt reply.
"Then shut up and let me take my revenge.. You do your work..", she stated simply before nuzzling his earlobe, murmuring sweet nothings into it while Armaan managed to power on his phone and dial Anjie's number with great difficulty, trying not to get affected by what his crazy fiancee was up to.. But it was getting too difficult to do that with her soft hands feeling him up in a perfect revenge. On the other hand his silly sis-in-law wasn't taking his call.. He just wanted to inform her and get over with it.. So he could plan his next move in this game of revenge..
"She's not answering Basket.. I'm sure she's still sleeping..", he told her, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her in. Riddhima who had been lost in her so called revenge, snapped out as she heard his voice. She rested her head on his shoulder and looked up at him with a frown, "Maybe she's mad at us..", she took a guess. He kissed the tip of her nose as he dialed Anjali's number again and put it on speaker so he it didn't deter him from looking at his Basket.. "Tch.. Why does your Gupta parivaar get mad at little things Basket.. You people need treatment.. Seriously..", he teased her, bumping his forehead into hers as she scowled at his remark.. When he started laughing at her expression, she bit him hard on his neck.. "Ow! Junglee billi!!", he exclaimed, making her bite him harder.. And this time it actually hurt, "Oww!! Basket.. I..", but before he could complete voicing his protest to her..
"Hallo!! Kon eh be?", a gruff voice that had just been woken out of sleep cut the monotonous rings that had been issuing out of the loud speaker on his phone.
"Anjie! What happened to your voice?", he asked in surprise, while Riddhima pulled away from him, looking at the phone like it was an alien or something.
"Eh! Kon eh re tu? Idhar phone nahi karne ka.. Kal la na?", both their eyes widened as they looked at his phone warily. This definitely wasn't Anjie's voice!!
Riddhima checked the number on the dial screen to confirm that it was her Di's number.. And when she found that the number was indeed correct, she found her voice to cross question the man. It didn't sound like anyone she knew.. "Hello.. Kya main Anjali Gupta se baat kar sakti hoon?", she asked politely, wondering who this man was.
And he answered in the most non-polite way ever, "Nahi kar sakta hai.. Jail may hay wo!! Faayu staar hautel mein nahi hain!", Armaan's eyes widened in shock, while Riddhima exclaimed furiously when they finally made sense of what the man said through his typical hindi in a marathi accent, "What!! Jail mein!!.. Who's this? Dekho Atul.. Rahul.. Abhi.. Whoever this is.. this is not funny.. ", this had to be a bloody prank.. And she knew her friends better than to buy this bullshit! But.. "Eh pori.. Gappa bas.. May hawaldaar Shende bol le ra hai.. Anjali Gupta jail may hai.. Zyaada much much nako karu.. Ani aatta phone karu nako.. Ani zopu de mala.. Subeh subeh phone karne ko sharam nahi aati.. Ek tar raat bhar kaam karne ko lagate hain!.." and muttering curses to himself in his typical accent, he cut the phone before either of them could make any sense of what he was saying.. Did he really say Anjali was in jail!!.. He did sound like a genuine hawaldaar.. What in the world was going on? They gulped as they looked at each other, each more confused than the other.. They had to find out what was going on.. This had to be a really really bad joke!!!
And it was a bad joke indeed!! A really really really bad one! So much that Armaan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.. Only someone with his kind of luck could possibly find himself in the mess that the Inspector sitting in front of him had just enlightened him about.. Right now, he could barely keep in his sniggers as he watched the man in khakhi doing the paper work for the release of all those who had been arrested because of Armaan's phuti kismet.. It wasn't such a big shock for him and Riddhima to find out that the rest of his friends and a lot of the guests who had crashed his party were also behind bars.. After their conversation with the hawaaldar earlier this morning, both of them had panicked and called all their friends.. But none of them had answered. That had seeded enough doubt in their minds about all of them being arrested along with Anjali.. But they had to find out somehow. Calling Dr. Shashank was obviously not an option. He'd skin them alive!! So they called up Padma mom! But she had sounded as deadly as Dr. Shashank, if not more, and had summoned them to the police station in the sternest and grimmest of all her tones.. They had not had the heart to argue with her or probe into the matter when they heard her curt responses. The fact that Padma mom knew about the arrest of her older daughter came as a surprise to both of them. That also meant that she knew they were not in town and were on their own somewhere.. She had sounded so strict on the phone that they had not the courage to even ask her what had happened. They just decided to obey her without asking too many questions.. As the fear of facing her had started gripping them, they had hurried back to the city and to the said police chowky.. As soon as they had arrived at the police station, Rahul's mom and dad had hurried him towards the Inspector who was in charge of the case in concern, while Padma mom had given him and Riddhima a glare that he wouldn't forget in his life! Boy what she mad at them or what!!
Worried about what had actually happened to get that sort of a reaction from her, Armaan had bombarded the Inspector with a thousand questions. The Inspector however had not obliged to answer any of them, asking Armaan a million of questions of his own instead! The first of that long list of questions had been, "Kya aap prove kar sakte hain ki aap Armaan Mallik hai!!"
Armaan had been nothing short of amused at the question of his. He had however provided his driving license as proof and settled the matter soon.. Then he was asked to identify the people they had arrested as the Inspector read out their names - Anjali Gupta, Atul Joshi, Rahul Grewaal, Muskaan Grewaal, Nikita Malhotra, Abhimanyu Modi, Lovely Singh, Arjun Khanna, Riya Mehta, Payal Agarwaal, Shashank Gupta, Nikhil Gore.. Wait a minute.. SHASHANK GUPTA!! What was he doing in jail!!!! That had to be the Uh-Oh moment for Armaan. Clearly he was somehow connected to these arrests.. And Shanky papa was in there too!! What was he doing at the party!!!
But he didn't have to wait long to find out as the inspector started reading out the charge sheet for him. And as he continued to read the reasons for which all of them were arrested Armaan couldn't help but snort! What luck!! And how conveniently it had all boiled down to him!! Apparently, all the people who had gate-crashed his party had parked their vehicles haphazardly on the road in front of his house due to lack of space otherwise. Hence some random resident of that area had complained against him to the police. However when the police arrived to issue a warning and clear the road, they asked for the owner of the house. Armaan however was nowhere to be found because he had locked himself up with Riddhima in his room. Now he understood why Anjali was so desperately knocking on the door.. And unfortunately, instead of opening the door for her they had run away from the window assuming she just wanted to interrupt their moment. Now he realized why there was a police jeep outside his place when he left. But he wasn't thinking straight at all, was he! He had maneuvered his bike through the jungle of cars and taken off, leaving Anjie and everyone else at the party in a lurch. As it turned out a big one. Coz according to the report two people had assumed the identity of Armaan Mallik when they couldn't get hold of the real guy. Apparently, Rahul had played Armaan and tried to take responsibility of the situation since he was the only one who wasn't drunk as much. But the police was suspicious of him and asked for an identification and a liquor license for all the alcohol that was being served at the party. When he failed to provide either, they arrested all of the guests present there on account of trespassing private property. They were already irritated with the loud noise and the number of people and the lack of response from them. So they even refused to listen to any excuse. When Abhi tried bribing them they got even more angry and made the arrests without thinking it through, setting a perfect example to the idiom making a mountain out of a mole hill.
But his personal favorite part of the crazy night was when Anjie called up Dr. Shashank to bail them out. Apparently the police refused bail them out at the crazy hour and asked him to come later. But Dr. Shashank was drunk a little, Armaan assumed, and not thinking straight. Coz he couldn't believe when the inspector told him that Dr. Shashank claimed to be Armaan Mallik to get his daughter out of jail. The result was that he was arrested for lying to the police in the police station. Armaan snorted when the Inspector read that part out, but controlled his grin when he saw the Inspector glower at him. Why Dr. Shashank Gupta hadn't thought of calling up the ministers and commissioners that he was such good pals with was beyond Armaan's scope of comprehension. Drinking certainly didn't suit Dr. Shashank.. He secretly wished he was there to witness his sasurjee trying to be him! It was cruelly hilarious to even think about. So much that he wanted to roll on the floor and laugh.. But this didn't seem like a good time. He could feel Padma mom and Nandini aunty's scorching glares from behind him and Riddhima seemed too tensed.. He didn't want to create more problems for her by behaving more inappropriately than they already had. But what could he do! It was funny.. Shanky trying to be HIM! Well.. Turns out, not everyone can be Armaan Mallik!!
The Inspector however didn't find any part of this situation amusing in the least. It just meant useless extra paperwork for him without a case being actually filed. As he completed the formalities, he asked Armaan to pay a fine for disruption of traffic due to illegal parking, asked him to produce a liquor license in lieu of the large amount of alcohol that was found at his house and dropped all charges against the arrests he made last night, cursing all of them and Armaan as he did, "Doctor asoon vedepana kartaat..", he cursed in Marathi, "Arre padhe likhe log aise behave karenge toh gawaar logon ko kya bolne ka.. Eye Shende.. Sod tyana!!", he asked the hawaaldar to free all of them.
Armaan bit his tongue at that taunt, thanking the inspector in spite of himself, assuring him he'd file in the fine and a copy of his liquor license as soon as possible.
"Jaldi laane ka.. Time nahi hai mere paas aise phukat ke kaam ke liye..", the inspector rudely shot back as Armaan stood up when he saw his friends walk out of the door that led to the lock-ups. But his apprehension grew as he saw the expression on their faces. They looked really mad! And he could bet his life that he was the sole target of their wrath!! But the ultimate and heart stopping expression was worn by Dr. Shashank who had never glared at him the way he was glaring at him at the moment.. But soon all of their attentions were diverted as Padma mom, Nandini aunty and Dr. Grewaal went over to them to make sure all of them were good. Only Riddhima was still standing near the bench that she had been earlier sitting on. Rahul's dad had told her in all detail what had happened last night. And she looked positively scared, not to mention guilty. He walked over to her to lend his support. He wasn't going to let anyone blame her for his stupidity.
"Basket don't worry.. I'll handle them..", he assured her in a whisper as he held her hand. She just gave him a worried look.. Like the world was coming to an end. It almost was.. This was so embarrassing.. She would have been a little less intimidated had it only been her friends and papa.. But she realized that almost half the staff of Sanjeevni was put behind bars because of their rash behavior last night. It didn't matter that most of them had come in uninvited and probably deserved a lesson.. But the accusatory glares that they were throwing at Armaan and her was just building the guilty sensations. And she absolutely did not have the guts to face her papa.. And her friends! What were they going to do.. She gave Armaan's arm a squeeze, gulping as she saw her mom and dad walk towards where they were standing. Both of them looked so hassled, disheveled and not to mention angry!
"Riddhima! Ghar chalo.. We need to talk!", Padma mom sounded her deadliest best. Even Armaan felt a chill of fear run down his spine as he hung his head low in shame, unable to meet her eye. But the look of his sasurjee was reminding him of why he was arrested and it was getting difficult to suppress his grin. He couldn't! He couldn't!! He kept reminding himself.. It would make matters worse.. When he couldn't control his smile anymore, he looked away and started walking out of the police station, as the rest of them followed him out.
Riddhima kept close to him. The cold vibes that she was getting from everyone else was freaking her out. She was dreading the confrontation. How was she going to explain things to them. Why had their phones been switched off? Why had she run away with Armaan from his own party? Where were they all night?! When she had eloped with Armaan last night she had done so assuming that her parents wouldn't hear a word about it! Now they were in major trouble. How were her parents going to react to this. Would their friends still be shamelessly proud of the way they ran off last night.. She didn't think so! This mess was too much of a price to pay for last night. But now that they were in it, she had to face him. She was sure Armaan would make everything alright. She held on to him tight at that thought. She didn't want to be left alone without Armaan. She didn't want to go home without him.. He was the only one who was on her side today.. And even if they were guilty as charged, it was a terrible feeling to find just the two of them on one side against the entire world on the other!!
... To be Continued...
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