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n this one's for u dearest 'sjain'
everytime am abt to update, ur sad comment requesting me to update, r d ones dat tell me i was missed badly, so this part is specially for u
Part 14
Armaan didnt see Riddhima the whole day. He could only think about the events of yesterday, and today. His life had taken a 360 degree turn in such a short time. He had been dreading the worst reaction from Riddhima, but instead, she was talking to him, very normally. Not just that, she wasnt avoiding him, and even called him by his name. It did wonders for his heart, and he thought he might just die of over excitement. Riddhima's new appearance just added to it. His heart was actually having a hard time to keep his mind in control from thinking too much about what a temptation she looked. He admitted she looked out of the world today, but somewhere in a small corner of his mind, he was missing the older Riddhima. With the usual warmth and sparkle in her eyes, that sweet innocent look of hers, those long black locks if hair covering her face, just everything. He knew that today, every guy in the college wished that Riddhima was their girlfriend. Infact, he'd heard that many of them had even asked her out, and she'd kindly refused everyone, to his own relief. Finally, when all the classes had been finished, Armaan bade farewell to his friends reminding the team members to reach in time for the meeting.
He'd reached before time, and found the music room empty. The memories of yesterday hit him, and he hesitated a bit from entering the room. But the sight of the guitar pulled him in, and taking the guitar, he strummed his latest tune, which was just soft enough to calm his anxious mind, as he lost himself.
When he knew he felt a bit relaxed, he opened his eyes, only to find Riddhima sitting on the table opposite him, with her eyes closed, and swaying to the melody of his music. As soon as she realised that the music had stopped, she opened her eyes immediately. Colour rose to her cheek, when she saw Armaan looking at her.
"I'm sorry, wo bas, actually music itna appealing tha, i couldnt bring myself to disturb you. The music is beautiful, you know, ethereal. Ek alag hie duniya mein le jata hai, totally enchanting", she spoke. Armaan loved the way her face was flushed crimson when she gave her explanation. He wanted to say something, but stopped when he heard the others come in. Rahul walked in Muskaan, and Armaan actually felt like smacking them, for disturbing the moment. Next Anny came in with Chako, followed by many others, including Simran and Sumit. Armaan saw most of the guys giving Riddhima a wistful look, and Riddhima sat fidgeting, aware of the looks she was receiving. Armaan stood up, hoping to gain everyone's attention, but failed. So he coughed a bit loudly, and that fulfilled his purpose.
"So guys, you all have been doing a good job, i really appreciate it. But you know our Princi, right? He wants us all to work harder (everyone grimaced at that), i know people, our performance has been good, but cant help it, can i? So i need some innovative ideas, from each section, something new, original, anything will do. Buck up your brains, with some creativity, c'mon", Armaan moved around the room, and saw everyone jump into the ocean of thoughts. His eyes fell on Riddhima, who was busy texting someone, and a few seconds later, her face glowed, as she smiled brightly.
"I've got an idea", Muskaan's voice caught Armaan's attention.
"Shoot", Armaan replied, as everyone's eyes rested on Muskaan.
"Hamare newspaper mein hamesha do cheezon ke baare mein hota hai, one - about the major happenings in our country, and the world, and two - major happenings in our college. How about we widen our sphere a bit?", Muskaan said philosophically.
"Poori world ki khabrein to hoti hain hamare pass, ab kya universe ke baare mein bhi likhein?", Chako said, and everyone laughed off. Armaan smiled at this, and Muskaan was about to answer back, but Riddhima held her hand.
"Chako, i am sure you have a brilliant and a better idea", Riddhima said very calmly. Everyone waited for Chako to speak, who was at a loss of words. When he did not speak for a minute, Riddhima continued.
"Jab khudke pass idea na ho, to dusron par hie rely karna padta hai, chahe wo idea kitna hie bura kyun na lage. Muskaan, you explain your strategy", Riddhima said. Chako felt embarassed, while Muskaan smirked. Armaan grinned as Muskaan began to speak.
"Dekho, all of the news that we have, is on a larger scale, always. How about we individualise our targets?"
"Like how?", Rahul asked.
"Its simple, humein apna focus shift karna hoga, we'll get some small scale news. Lets print the thoughts of individual people, common people, instead of all big time celebrities in the world, who dont even know we exist, and about whom we give a damn", Muskaan spoke with high excitement.
"I'm getting your point. Its like making the newspaper more fun, fun for people who are out of their teenage, but still young for the outside world", Sumit added.
"Bingo", Muskaan high-fived with him.
"Hmm, nice one. I like the idea, well done Muskaan (Armaan spoke with a glint of pride) Ab bas humein is idea ko extend karna hai, and use karna hai in everyone's personal columns", Armaan's excitement was emitting from his face.
"Guys, we can go to malls, markets, and other public places, and interview people. Get their views on anything and everything according to our columns. Be it fashion, politics, environment, bollywood, relations, sab chalega", Simran added.
"Yeah, is se we'll have so much variety of opinions. I can just imagine it", Annie bubbled up.
Armaan loved the energetic vibes that flew in the room, and somehow, he thought it was all because of Riddhima.
"I totally agree with you all, and i think that's a cool idea. So all of you pick up your mates, according to your sections, and rush up to gather interviews. Rahul, you move up with Anny, to the malls. Interview as many people as you like, and jo question poochhna ho, poochh daalo. No issues mate. Simran, you go with Chako, and talk to some high posh socialists, and unki baaton ko jaise chaaho likho, with your own flavour. Sumit, tu Muskaan ke saath hamare college ke jo students interview ke liye ready ho, unse baat kar. And make sure you guys stay in limits. Baaki sab, disperse as you wish to", Armaan said. Suddenly his eyes spotted Riddhima, who was lost in her thoughts.
"Riddhima, tumhe kuch nai kehna?", Armaan asked. Everyone stopped in their places to listen to her answer, as Riddhima was brought out of her thoughts by Armaan's voice.
"I... actually... (she hesitated first, but then spoke firmly) the thing is i've got a news about some hefty elections in the St Stefen's College on the outskirts of Mumbai that took place recently, and the winning students have hosted a Fest, which is going on these days. I think if we cover the whole thing, it would be the best stuff for our weekend edition, like, real news. Hum log youth ko target kar sakte hain, not just of our college, but others too. I am sure unka opinion hum logon se different hoga. What say?", Riddhima finished giving a curious glance to everyone. There was a moment of silence, after which Armaan spoke.
"Amazing idea man. What better than such good scoop. I already like it, but iske liye we'll have to make so many arrangements, haina?", Armaan asked. Riddhima immediately got up.
"Nai, i've sorted it all with a friend. Humein bas aaj hie nikalna hoga, like within an hour or so. Aaj kaafi events hain, we'll have loads of matter. And we can even be back by tomorrow afternoon, so no big deal", Riddhima spoke with a childlike excitement, and Armaan could do nothing but say a yes to her.
"So how many peope do you think would be enough?", Sumit asked Riddhima.
"The thing is we were getting two passes, so maine initially hum teeno ke naam diye they, one just as a substitute, incase any of the two of us coudnt make it, out of me and Rahul. And ab kyunki Rahul mere saath nahi aa sakta, so... i guess...", Riddhima faltered.
Armaan knew the other name was Muskaan's, but now even she was busy. So basically they could make use of only one pass, but he couldnt send Riddhima alone.
"So, i think we'll use the substitute pass, uske liye i gave your name", Riddhima spoke, and Armaan lifted his face to see whom was she talking to. He was surprised to see everyone's gazes on him, along with Riddhima's anxious one.
"You gave my name for the third person?", Armaan spoke a bit too loudly, that Riddhima got a bit scared.
"Yeah, maine dia to tha, but if you dont want to go, i dont mind going alone. I'll manage...", Riddhima was cut in by Armaan.
"You're so not going alone. i just didnt expect you... i mean it was kind of a surprise, a pleasant one, i must tell you (Riddhima tried speaking). No, no! Dont even think about it. I told you i was just taken off hand for a moment, thats it, i am so coming with you. We both shall leave asap. Anyone have any problems with the arrangements?", Armaan asked one last time, unable to control the excitement out of his voice, when his heart was doing Bhangra and Waltz together. When everyone shook their head in a no, he asked them to move on to their work. Everyone had gone, and he was the only one left, along with Riddhima.
"Riddhima, meet me in the parking in half an hour, we'll leave soon. Make sure you're not late. And trust me, i would love to come with you, for the fest i mean, am sure it will be great news for us all", he added immediately, and gave her one of his dimpled grins, as she returned his smile. He'd turned to leave, when she called him back.
"Armaan"
"Hmm?"
"Friends?", she put her hand forward. Armaan saw her smile, and without any delay, he took her hand in his, and shook it ever so lightly, as if handling something very delicate. Her hand felt so soft and warm in his, but he took back his soon, and went away, leaving her with a smile.
Armaan had gone back home, to carry a pair of clothes, and some necessary items. He'd been quick in all of it, and rushed to the parking of his college. He saw Riddhima carrying a small backpack, coming out with Muskaan and Rahul.
"Rahul, i've told Bhabs, that i wont be home tonight. Bhai ko nai bataya, he wouldnt have let me go, you know na. So handle kar lena, please dekh lena yaar. And incase koi problem ho, to Atul jeej ke pass maine waha ka contact number chhod dia hai. He'll see to it, ok?", Riddhima asked, her face still expressing her unsurity.
"Ridzy, tu tension mat le yaar. Main Bhai ko sambhaal lunga. Atul aur mere liye chutki ka khel hai, you just take care of yourself, and keep in touch", saying this, Rahul gave her a side hug, while Muskaan showered some go away advices and hugged her bye.
"Bag?", Riddhima questioned, as she neared the car. Armaan took the bag and threw it on the backseat.
"Muski, mom ko bata dena am going, and will be back tomorrow", Armaan spoke a bit loudly, and Muskaan nodded, wishing him a safe journey. Riddhima sat in the car, and saying the last byes, he started the car. Though the college was on the outskirts of Mumbai only, still it would be a 2 hour journey. He would have to take the longer route, as the shorter route was under construction, not that he minded it one bit. The journey started very silently. Armaan noticed the time, it was already 4 pm. He guessed they would reach at about 6 or something, if the traffic didnt trouble them a lot. He shifted his eyes a bit, only to see Riddhima busy with her cellphone, probably texting someone.
"How much time do you think it will take us to reach the college?", Riddhima suddenly spoke up.
"I think we can make it max by 7, it shouldnt be later than that. But most probably it should be somewhere near 6 past something", Armaan replied pretending to make some mental calculations. He saw that she'd got back to her phone. Armaan knew it was the end of the conversation from her, until and unless she wanted to know something more about the journey. But after a few minutes had passed, she spoke again.
"Armaan, do you mind if i play some music, from my playlist?"
"Uh haan why not. I'm sorry, i should've asked you before. Anyways, you go ahead", he said, concentrating on the traffic ahead, and so couldnt see her expressions. To his good luck, a traffic signal stopped them for about 1 minute, where he saw her take out her ipod, and plug it to the music player of the car. She searched some songs on her ipod, and finally settled pressing the play button.
'If our love was a fairy tale
I would charge in and rescue you
On a yacht, baby, we would sail
To an island where we'd say I do
And if we had babies they would look like you
It'd be so beautiful if that came true
You don't even know how very special you are
You leave me breathless
You're everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can't believe that you're mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful, you're leaving me
breathless'
"Breathless, by Shayne Ward", Riddhima said, when she saw the confused expressions on his face. Armaan increased the volume a bit.
"Its kind of, you know, nice...", Armaan said softly.
"I know, i love it, especially the lyrics. I mean, if you find someone who makes these words come true for you, to life mein aur kuch nahi chahiye hota", Riddhima replied. Both of them didnt see each others face. Armaan had to look in front, and Riddhima also just didnt turn her face, but he could make out she was staring in space as she spoke about the song.
'And if our love was a story book
We would meet on the very first page
The last chapter would be about
How I'm thankful for the life we've made
And if we had babies they would have your eyes
I would fall deeper watching you give life
You don't even know how very special you are
You leave me breathless
You're everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can't believe that you're mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful, you're leaving me'
"So what kind of music do you like?", Armaan asked.
"All the kinds... As in, i like music, be it fast, slow, fusion, folk, sufi, come what may. Its just that kuch songs achhe lag jaate hai, and i start listening to them. I am not a particular 'kind' specific. For me, anything would do. What about you, what's your choice?", Riddhima said.
'You must have been sent from heaven to earth to change me
You're like an angel
The thing that I feel is stronger than love believe me
You're something special
I only hope that I'll one day deserve what you?ve given me
But all I can do is try every day of my life'
"Well, my choice is quite simple. I love to listen to songs according to my mood. Jaisa mann kara, wahi tune play kar dia. If i'm happy and in some jovial moods, it will be rocking kind of fast music, and if i need the peace and calm around me, then what better than all those soft songs. I like to go with the flow, you see. Basically, expressing myself through music is easier than using words for the same", Armaan thought a bit and answered.
'You leave me breathless
You're everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can't believe that you're mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful, you're leaving me
breathless'
"Matlab your music tells your feelings at that particular moment, right? (Armaan nodded his head) To phir back in the music room, you were feeling so restless, and anxious, why?", Riddhima suddenly spoke, looking at Armaan. It was a traffic signal, and he'd just stopped the car. Taken by surprise with the sudden question, he turned his face to look at her, and was captivated in her eyes, that showed nothing but confusion.
'You leave me breathless
You're everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can't believe that you're mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful, you're leaving me breathless,
breathless...'
They kept looking at each other, until the song ended, and just when it did, the whole thing went silent, and they awkwardly broke the moment, looking straight ahead.
"Wha... what do you mean?", Armaan hesitantly asked as the signal turned green, and he started the car.
"I just meant ki, there, when you were playing the guitar, us time pe, i was listening to the music very carefully. It seemed as you played a soft tune, i guess others might think that. But i felt as if, as if there were so many questions in your mind. You were so darn anxious about something, something that wasnt letting you rest. At some notes, you displayed a happy emotion, while some showed quite a sad feeling, but most of them were very rapid, very inquisitive, as if you badly needed something, something which you just couldnt let go, something which was ripping you on the inside, like...", Riddhima was still fumbling with words, and didnt notice that Armaan had parked the car on the roadside. He turned to her and saw her looking down at her lap. He lifted her face, making her look at him directly, and placing his hands on her shoulders, he said,
"Riddhima, i want to talk to you, badly, about... about yesterday, can you... will you listen to me, calmly?", Armaan hesitated between his words. Riddhima's heatbeats rose frantically as she felt him so near her. His musky cologne filled her nostrils, as his slow breath hit her face. She could literally hear her heart jump up and down, but other than that, she saw the nervousness in Armaan's eyes as he spoke to her. It felt like this was the time when all would come out, and hopefully, that would end the silent war that was all around. She was also tired, since morning, from the pretence, a pretence of being someone else.
She'd chosen to play indifferent, to Armaan, to his effects, totally cut off and uneffected to his presence. It had been very difficult, to hide all those emotions that rose in her when she was with him. She alone knew with how much difficulties had she managed to deceive the others, but whatever she did, she could never deceive herself. Armaan still had that effect on her, which made her toes curl up, in fear, in excitement, of being with him. Her heart still felt the jitters, her body had those goosebumps, but she'd very well hidden all those from his piercing eyes. She knew her act had been a success. But what confused her were the genuine expressions on Armaan's face. She could read his state, and if whatever she read was true, then she was so interested to hear what Armaan had to say about yesterday. Maybe, just maybe, it could sort out a lot of things. She crossed her fingers, and hoped that Armaan had some good explanation for himself.
"Main sun rahi hoon Armaan, bolo kya kehna hai?", she replied softly.
Armaan saw the expectation in her eyes, they shone with innocent questions. Apart from it, he saw a ray of hope in them, he wondered what was she expecting him to tell her. But that was something even he did not know, he had no idea what to tell her. A sudden feeling of crushing down her hopes came over him. What if he said the wrong thing? What if she didnt take in his explanation? What if she refused to believe him, and left him, all alone? He couldnt afford that, he coudnt offend her, at any costs. Last time, when ika had left him, he was shattered, and he'd worked hard to overcome that phase. He had made so many changes in his life, but he was happy after that, as he'd gotten over her. But he knew it wasnt the same with Riddhima. What he felt for her, was something deeper. It was difficult to be put up in words, the feeling of living in paradise, a world where he was always happy. But it wasnt love, it just couldnt be, he knew being in love was totally a different feeling. It was like being out of the world, but he, was so not in love with Riddhima.
"ika ke saath...", Armaan stopped as Riddhima's cell started vibrating slowly. It lay in her lap, but ignoring it, Riddhima looked at him.
"Kal tumne jo dekha... wo...", Armaan's words stuck as the vibration grew louder.
"Bolo Armaan, main sun na chahti hoon", Riddhima spoke in an urgency.
"Wo kal shayad tumhe nahi dekhna chahiye tha. It was something personal, i cant explain it to you. ika and me...", words were stuck in his mouth as he saw Riddhima pick up the phone and talk.
"Hey Siya... haan bolo... yeah, am on my way... nahi yaar... sorry Rahul aint coming... shut up Siya... you know he's taken... ji nahi madam, aisa kuch nahi hai... he's with a very very good friend of mine... nahi re, how can i forget you people... Siya, tu jaanti hai na, i had to move on... i couldnt (Riddhima sensed Armaan listening to her) anyways Siya, lets just not talk about it, please... haan, tu bata, how are you people, did things change, ya sab waise hie hai... i am dying to hear all the gossip from you... the latest couples... and so obviously, you and ehem ehem... ok ok, lips sealed, no more before you meet me... waise ye to bata ki wassup with Ron and Archie, still stuck up ya... unhe abi bi apne nicknames nahi pasand, thats bad... awww... maine kitni mehnat ki thi unke liye itne classy names dhundne mein, that is so not fair... i'll see them when i reach there... anyways they are not stronger than me, i'll beat them up anytime, huh..."
Armaan imagined the two girls, skinny, something like Simran and Anny maybe, whom Riddhima was planning to beat up. He smiled seeing her expressions, but what irritated him was that she didnt put the phone down, the whole journey. She talked about this and that, and every random thing, he hadnt ever seen Muskaan talk so much in his entire lifetime. He was very pissed off, they'd left such an important topic in middle, it felt like he was left in the middle of a crisis. He tried catching her attention at certain points, but it was a total failure. After a while, he felt irked up, owing the situation, but he controlled his anger, and drove the car.
"... areh Siya, hum pohuch gayye, yeah, we've entered the gates, just five minutes more till i see you... better come and receive me... yep, catch you", finally, Riddhima cut the phone.
"Haan, Armaan, take this right turn, and wo jo board hai, us se left le lena, and drive straight till we reach the main building, nahi ye nahi, wo wala board, haan bas yehi, yes haan bas ab seedhe jaana hai...", Riddhima spoke.
"Erm Riddhima wo...", Armaan tried to speak, but Riddhima cut him.
"Thoda araam se drive karna the security is quite strict in the campus. Hmm bas, haan, stop the car, my friends will meet us here, Archie, Siya n Ron, come...", saying this, Riddhima jumped out of the car at light's speed. Armaan was a bit surprised by her behavior. He also got out of the car and reached her side. She was looking at the building in front of her, with something in her eyes, as if taking in the whole view.
"Riddhima", he called,
"Riddhima, are you listening to me", he again called, this time getting frustrated. Riddhima took a step to walk ahead, when he held her hand, and she stopped.
"Mujhe chhodo Armaan...", she squeaked.
"Main tumhare saath mein khada hoon, and you're not listening to me, what has happened to you? Are you ignoring me, because trust me if you are...", he tried speaking, in a furious tone, but was cut in by her.
"There's nothing left to listen, i think. I am really sorry, for intruding in your personal moments, but i'll keep out from your matters. You can live in peace from now, i promise, and am really sorry", saying this, she jerked her hand, and walked a bit fast towards the campus. Armaan was baffled by her reply. He looked shockingly at her retreating figure. Ofcourse, she had to react this way, his reply, his ingenius reply to her, had led to this. He was such a nutcase, couldnt he find some better words to explain it all to her. The damage was done, yet he could still do something about it, but that would be only if he acted fast. So, he immediately started walking at his top speed behind her, but to his surprise, she'd been already running. From where he was, he saw the figure of a girl in view, who'd come walking a bit in Riddhima's direction, but Riddhima crossed her, and crashed into someone else, who took her in a big bearly hug. Armaan could see the face of the guy, and he dreaded the worst, this just couldnt be true. The girl went back, and stood next to that person and Riddhima, who were inturn joined by a guy on their sides. Armaan moved slowly in their direction. He saw Riddhima come out of the hug, and the guy kissed her on her forehead, and side hugged her. Armaan went to stand infront of them, and their eyes met.
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n this one's for u dearest 'sjain'
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Part 14
Armaan didnt see Riddhima the whole day. He could only think about the events of yesterday, and today. His life had taken a 360 degree turn in such a short time. He had been dreading the worst reaction from Riddhima, but instead, she was talking to him, very normally. Not just that, she wasnt avoiding him, and even called him by his name. It did wonders for his heart, and he thought he might just die of over excitement. Riddhima's new appearance just added to it. His heart was actually having a hard time to keep his mind in control from thinking too much about what a temptation she looked. He admitted she looked out of the world today, but somewhere in a small corner of his mind, he was missing the older Riddhima. With the usual warmth and sparkle in her eyes, that sweet innocent look of hers, those long black locks if hair covering her face, just everything. He knew that today, every guy in the college wished that Riddhima was their girlfriend. Infact, he'd heard that many of them had even asked her out, and she'd kindly refused everyone, to his own relief. Finally, when all the classes had been finished, Armaan bade farewell to his friends reminding the team members to reach in time for the meeting.
He'd reached before time, and found the music room empty. The memories of yesterday hit him, and he hesitated a bit from entering the room. But the sight of the guitar pulled him in, and taking the guitar, he strummed his latest tune, which was just soft enough to calm his anxious mind, as he lost himself.
When he knew he felt a bit relaxed, he opened his eyes, only to find Riddhima sitting on the table opposite him, with her eyes closed, and swaying to the melody of his music. As soon as she realised that the music had stopped, she opened her eyes immediately. Colour rose to her cheek, when she saw Armaan looking at her.
"I'm sorry, wo bas, actually music itna appealing tha, i couldnt bring myself to disturb you. The music is beautiful, you know, ethereal. Ek alag hie duniya mein le jata hai, totally enchanting", she spoke. Armaan loved the way her face was flushed crimson when she gave her explanation. He wanted to say something, but stopped when he heard the others come in. Rahul walked in Muskaan, and Armaan actually felt like smacking them, for disturbing the moment. Next Anny came in with Chako, followed by many others, including Simran and Sumit. Armaan saw most of the guys giving Riddhima a wistful look, and Riddhima sat fidgeting, aware of the looks she was receiving. Armaan stood up, hoping to gain everyone's attention, but failed. So he coughed a bit loudly, and that fulfilled his purpose.
"So guys, you all have been doing a good job, i really appreciate it. But you know our Princi, right? He wants us all to work harder (everyone grimaced at that), i know people, our performance has been good, but cant help it, can i? So i need some innovative ideas, from each section, something new, original, anything will do. Buck up your brains, with some creativity, c'mon", Armaan moved around the room, and saw everyone jump into the ocean of thoughts. His eyes fell on Riddhima, who was busy texting someone, and a few seconds later, her face glowed, as she smiled brightly.
"I've got an idea", Muskaan's voice caught Armaan's attention.
"Shoot", Armaan replied, as everyone's eyes rested on Muskaan.
"Hamare newspaper mein hamesha do cheezon ke baare mein hota hai, one - about the major happenings in our country, and the world, and two - major happenings in our college. How about we widen our sphere a bit?", Muskaan said philosophically.
"Poori world ki khabrein to hoti hain hamare pass, ab kya universe ke baare mein bhi likhein?", Chako said, and everyone laughed off. Armaan smiled at this, and Muskaan was about to answer back, but Riddhima held her hand.
"Chako, i am sure you have a brilliant and a better idea", Riddhima said very calmly. Everyone waited for Chako to speak, who was at a loss of words. When he did not speak for a minute, Riddhima continued.
"Jab khudke pass idea na ho, to dusron par hie rely karna padta hai, chahe wo idea kitna hie bura kyun na lage. Muskaan, you explain your strategy", Riddhima said. Chako felt embarassed, while Muskaan smirked. Armaan grinned as Muskaan began to speak.
"Dekho, all of the news that we have, is on a larger scale, always. How about we individualise our targets?"
"Like how?", Rahul asked.
"Its simple, humein apna focus shift karna hoga, we'll get some small scale news. Lets print the thoughts of individual people, common people, instead of all big time celebrities in the world, who dont even know we exist, and about whom we give a damn", Muskaan spoke with high excitement.
"I'm getting your point. Its like making the newspaper more fun, fun for people who are out of their teenage, but still young for the outside world", Sumit added.
"Bingo", Muskaan high-fived with him.
"Hmm, nice one. I like the idea, well done Muskaan (Armaan spoke with a glint of pride) Ab bas humein is idea ko extend karna hai, and use karna hai in everyone's personal columns", Armaan's excitement was emitting from his face.
"Guys, we can go to malls, markets, and other public places, and interview people. Get their views on anything and everything according to our columns. Be it fashion, politics, environment, bollywood, relations, sab chalega", Simran added.
"Yeah, is se we'll have so much variety of opinions. I can just imagine it", Annie bubbled up.
Armaan loved the energetic vibes that flew in the room, and somehow, he thought it was all because of Riddhima.
"I totally agree with you all, and i think that's a cool idea. So all of you pick up your mates, according to your sections, and rush up to gather interviews. Rahul, you move up with Anny, to the malls. Interview as many people as you like, and jo question poochhna ho, poochh daalo. No issues mate. Simran, you go with Chako, and talk to some high posh socialists, and unki baaton ko jaise chaaho likho, with your own flavour. Sumit, tu Muskaan ke saath hamare college ke jo students interview ke liye ready ho, unse baat kar. And make sure you guys stay in limits. Baaki sab, disperse as you wish to", Armaan said. Suddenly his eyes spotted Riddhima, who was lost in her thoughts.
"Riddhima, tumhe kuch nai kehna?", Armaan asked. Everyone stopped in their places to listen to her answer, as Riddhima was brought out of her thoughts by Armaan's voice.
"I... actually... (she hesitated first, but then spoke firmly) the thing is i've got a news about some hefty elections in the St Stefen's College on the outskirts of Mumbai that took place recently, and the winning students have hosted a Fest, which is going on these days. I think if we cover the whole thing, it would be the best stuff for our weekend edition, like, real news. Hum log youth ko target kar sakte hain, not just of our college, but others too. I am sure unka opinion hum logon se different hoga. What say?", Riddhima finished giving a curious glance to everyone. There was a moment of silence, after which Armaan spoke.
"Amazing idea man. What better than such good scoop. I already like it, but iske liye we'll have to make so many arrangements, haina?", Armaan asked. Riddhima immediately got up.
"Nai, i've sorted it all with a friend. Humein bas aaj hie nikalna hoga, like within an hour or so. Aaj kaafi events hain, we'll have loads of matter. And we can even be back by tomorrow afternoon, so no big deal", Riddhima spoke with a childlike excitement, and Armaan could do nothing but say a yes to her.
"So how many peope do you think would be enough?", Sumit asked Riddhima.
"The thing is we were getting two passes, so maine initially hum teeno ke naam diye they, one just as a substitute, incase any of the two of us coudnt make it, out of me and Rahul. And ab kyunki Rahul mere saath nahi aa sakta, so... i guess...", Riddhima faltered.
Armaan knew the other name was Muskaan's, but now even she was busy. So basically they could make use of only one pass, but he couldnt send Riddhima alone.
"So, i think we'll use the substitute pass, uske liye i gave your name", Riddhima spoke, and Armaan lifted his face to see whom was she talking to. He was surprised to see everyone's gazes on him, along with Riddhima's anxious one.
"You gave my name for the third person?", Armaan spoke a bit too loudly, that Riddhima got a bit scared.
"Yeah, maine dia to tha, but if you dont want to go, i dont mind going alone. I'll manage...", Riddhima was cut in by Armaan.
"You're so not going alone. i just didnt expect you... i mean it was kind of a surprise, a pleasant one, i must tell you (Riddhima tried speaking). No, no! Dont even think about it. I told you i was just taken off hand for a moment, thats it, i am so coming with you. We both shall leave asap. Anyone have any problems with the arrangements?", Armaan asked one last time, unable to control the excitement out of his voice, when his heart was doing Bhangra and Waltz together. When everyone shook their head in a no, he asked them to move on to their work. Everyone had gone, and he was the only one left, along with Riddhima.
"Riddhima, meet me in the parking in half an hour, we'll leave soon. Make sure you're not late. And trust me, i would love to come with you, for the fest i mean, am sure it will be great news for us all", he added immediately, and gave her one of his dimpled grins, as she returned his smile. He'd turned to leave, when she called him back.
"Armaan"
"Hmm?"
"Friends?", she put her hand forward. Armaan saw her smile, and without any delay, he took her hand in his, and shook it ever so lightly, as if handling something very delicate. Her hand felt so soft and warm in his, but he took back his soon, and went away, leaving her with a smile.
Armaan had gone back home, to carry a pair of clothes, and some necessary items. He'd been quick in all of it, and rushed to the parking of his college. He saw Riddhima carrying a small backpack, coming out with Muskaan and Rahul.
"Rahul, i've told Bhabs, that i wont be home tonight. Bhai ko nai bataya, he wouldnt have let me go, you know na. So handle kar lena, please dekh lena yaar. And incase koi problem ho, to Atul jeej ke pass maine waha ka contact number chhod dia hai. He'll see to it, ok?", Riddhima asked, her face still expressing her unsurity.
"Ridzy, tu tension mat le yaar. Main Bhai ko sambhaal lunga. Atul aur mere liye chutki ka khel hai, you just take care of yourself, and keep in touch", saying this, Rahul gave her a side hug, while Muskaan showered some go away advices and hugged her bye.
"Bag?", Riddhima questioned, as she neared the car. Armaan took the bag and threw it on the backseat.
"Muski, mom ko bata dena am going, and will be back tomorrow", Armaan spoke a bit loudly, and Muskaan nodded, wishing him a safe journey. Riddhima sat in the car, and saying the last byes, he started the car. Though the college was on the outskirts of Mumbai only, still it would be a 2 hour journey. He would have to take the longer route, as the shorter route was under construction, not that he minded it one bit. The journey started very silently. Armaan noticed the time, it was already 4 pm. He guessed they would reach at about 6 or something, if the traffic didnt trouble them a lot. He shifted his eyes a bit, only to see Riddhima busy with her cellphone, probably texting someone.
"How much time do you think it will take us to reach the college?", Riddhima suddenly spoke up.
"I think we can make it max by 7, it shouldnt be later than that. But most probably it should be somewhere near 6 past something", Armaan replied pretending to make some mental calculations. He saw that she'd got back to her phone. Armaan knew it was the end of the conversation from her, until and unless she wanted to know something more about the journey. But after a few minutes had passed, she spoke again.
"Armaan, do you mind if i play some music, from my playlist?"
"Uh haan why not. I'm sorry, i should've asked you before. Anyways, you go ahead", he said, concentrating on the traffic ahead, and so couldnt see her expressions. To his good luck, a traffic signal stopped them for about 1 minute, where he saw her take out her ipod, and plug it to the music player of the car. She searched some songs on her ipod, and finally settled pressing the play button.
'If our love was a fairy tale
I would charge in and rescue you
On a yacht, baby, we would sail
To an island where we'd say I do
And if we had babies they would look like you
It'd be so beautiful if that came true
You don't even know how very special you are
You leave me breathless
You're everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can't believe that you're mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful, you're leaving me
breathless'
"Breathless, by Shayne Ward", Riddhima said, when she saw the confused expressions on his face. Armaan increased the volume a bit.
"Its kind of, you know, nice...", Armaan said softly.
"I know, i love it, especially the lyrics. I mean, if you find someone who makes these words come true for you, to life mein aur kuch nahi chahiye hota", Riddhima replied. Both of them didnt see each others face. Armaan had to look in front, and Riddhima also just didnt turn her face, but he could make out she was staring in space as she spoke about the song.
'And if our love was a story book
We would meet on the very first page
The last chapter would be about
How I'm thankful for the life we've made
And if we had babies they would have your eyes
I would fall deeper watching you give life
You don't even know how very special you are
You leave me breathless
You're everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can't believe that you're mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful, you're leaving me'
"So what kind of music do you like?", Armaan asked.
"All the kinds... As in, i like music, be it fast, slow, fusion, folk, sufi, come what may. Its just that kuch songs achhe lag jaate hai, and i start listening to them. I am not a particular 'kind' specific. For me, anything would do. What about you, what's your choice?", Riddhima said.
'You must have been sent from heaven to earth to change me
You're like an angel
The thing that I feel is stronger than love believe me
You're something special
I only hope that I'll one day deserve what you?ve given me
But all I can do is try every day of my life'
"Well, my choice is quite simple. I love to listen to songs according to my mood. Jaisa mann kara, wahi tune play kar dia. If i'm happy and in some jovial moods, it will be rocking kind of fast music, and if i need the peace and calm around me, then what better than all those soft songs. I like to go with the flow, you see. Basically, expressing myself through music is easier than using words for the same", Armaan thought a bit and answered.
'You leave me breathless
You're everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can't believe that you're mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful, you're leaving me
breathless'
"Matlab your music tells your feelings at that particular moment, right? (Armaan nodded his head) To phir back in the music room, you were feeling so restless, and anxious, why?", Riddhima suddenly spoke, looking at Armaan. It was a traffic signal, and he'd just stopped the car. Taken by surprise with the sudden question, he turned his face to look at her, and was captivated in her eyes, that showed nothing but confusion.
'You leave me breathless
You're everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can't believe that you're mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful, you're leaving me breathless,
breathless...'
They kept looking at each other, until the song ended, and just when it did, the whole thing went silent, and they awkwardly broke the moment, looking straight ahead.
"Wha... what do you mean?", Armaan hesitantly asked as the signal turned green, and he started the car.
"I just meant ki, there, when you were playing the guitar, us time pe, i was listening to the music very carefully. It seemed as you played a soft tune, i guess others might think that. But i felt as if, as if there were so many questions in your mind. You were so darn anxious about something, something that wasnt letting you rest. At some notes, you displayed a happy emotion, while some showed quite a sad feeling, but most of them were very rapid, very inquisitive, as if you badly needed something, something which you just couldnt let go, something which was ripping you on the inside, like...", Riddhima was still fumbling with words, and didnt notice that Armaan had parked the car on the roadside. He turned to her and saw her looking down at her lap. He lifted her face, making her look at him directly, and placing his hands on her shoulders, he said,
"Riddhima, i want to talk to you, badly, about... about yesterday, can you... will you listen to me, calmly?", Armaan hesitated between his words. Riddhima's heatbeats rose frantically as she felt him so near her. His musky cologne filled her nostrils, as his slow breath hit her face. She could literally hear her heart jump up and down, but other than that, she saw the nervousness in Armaan's eyes as he spoke to her. It felt like this was the time when all would come out, and hopefully, that would end the silent war that was all around. She was also tired, since morning, from the pretence, a pretence of being someone else.
She'd chosen to play indifferent, to Armaan, to his effects, totally cut off and uneffected to his presence. It had been very difficult, to hide all those emotions that rose in her when she was with him. She alone knew with how much difficulties had she managed to deceive the others, but whatever she did, she could never deceive herself. Armaan still had that effect on her, which made her toes curl up, in fear, in excitement, of being with him. Her heart still felt the jitters, her body had those goosebumps, but she'd very well hidden all those from his piercing eyes. She knew her act had been a success. But what confused her were the genuine expressions on Armaan's face. She could read his state, and if whatever she read was true, then she was so interested to hear what Armaan had to say about yesterday. Maybe, just maybe, it could sort out a lot of things. She crossed her fingers, and hoped that Armaan had some good explanation for himself.
"Main sun rahi hoon Armaan, bolo kya kehna hai?", she replied softly.
Armaan saw the expectation in her eyes, they shone with innocent questions. Apart from it, he saw a ray of hope in them, he wondered what was she expecting him to tell her. But that was something even he did not know, he had no idea what to tell her. A sudden feeling of crushing down her hopes came over him. What if he said the wrong thing? What if she didnt take in his explanation? What if she refused to believe him, and left him, all alone? He couldnt afford that, he coudnt offend her, at any costs. Last time, when ika had left him, he was shattered, and he'd worked hard to overcome that phase. He had made so many changes in his life, but he was happy after that, as he'd gotten over her. But he knew it wasnt the same with Riddhima. What he felt for her, was something deeper. It was difficult to be put up in words, the feeling of living in paradise, a world where he was always happy. But it wasnt love, it just couldnt be, he knew being in love was totally a different feeling. It was like being out of the world, but he, was so not in love with Riddhima.
"ika ke saath...", Armaan stopped as Riddhima's cell started vibrating slowly. It lay in her lap, but ignoring it, Riddhima looked at him.
"Kal tumne jo dekha... wo...", Armaan's words stuck as the vibration grew louder.
"Bolo Armaan, main sun na chahti hoon", Riddhima spoke in an urgency.
"Wo kal shayad tumhe nahi dekhna chahiye tha. It was something personal, i cant explain it to you. ika and me...", words were stuck in his mouth as he saw Riddhima pick up the phone and talk.
"Hey Siya... haan bolo... yeah, am on my way... nahi yaar... sorry Rahul aint coming... shut up Siya... you know he's taken... ji nahi madam, aisa kuch nahi hai... he's with a very very good friend of mine... nahi re, how can i forget you people... Siya, tu jaanti hai na, i had to move on... i couldnt (Riddhima sensed Armaan listening to her) anyways Siya, lets just not talk about it, please... haan, tu bata, how are you people, did things change, ya sab waise hie hai... i am dying to hear all the gossip from you... the latest couples... and so obviously, you and ehem ehem... ok ok, lips sealed, no more before you meet me... waise ye to bata ki wassup with Ron and Archie, still stuck up ya... unhe abi bi apne nicknames nahi pasand, thats bad... awww... maine kitni mehnat ki thi unke liye itne classy names dhundne mein, that is so not fair... i'll see them when i reach there... anyways they are not stronger than me, i'll beat them up anytime, huh..."
Armaan imagined the two girls, skinny, something like Simran and Anny maybe, whom Riddhima was planning to beat up. He smiled seeing her expressions, but what irritated him was that she didnt put the phone down, the whole journey. She talked about this and that, and every random thing, he hadnt ever seen Muskaan talk so much in his entire lifetime. He was very pissed off, they'd left such an important topic in middle, it felt like he was left in the middle of a crisis. He tried catching her attention at certain points, but it was a total failure. After a while, he felt irked up, owing the situation, but he controlled his anger, and drove the car.
"... areh Siya, hum pohuch gayye, yeah, we've entered the gates, just five minutes more till i see you... better come and receive me... yep, catch you", finally, Riddhima cut the phone.
"Haan, Armaan, take this right turn, and wo jo board hai, us se left le lena, and drive straight till we reach the main building, nahi ye nahi, wo wala board, haan bas yehi, yes haan bas ab seedhe jaana hai...", Riddhima spoke.
"Erm Riddhima wo...", Armaan tried to speak, but Riddhima cut him.
"Thoda araam se drive karna the security is quite strict in the campus. Hmm bas, haan, stop the car, my friends will meet us here, Archie, Siya n Ron, come...", saying this, Riddhima jumped out of the car at light's speed. Armaan was a bit surprised by her behavior. He also got out of the car and reached her side. She was looking at the building in front of her, with something in her eyes, as if taking in the whole view.
"Riddhima", he called,
"Riddhima, are you listening to me", he again called, this time getting frustrated. Riddhima took a step to walk ahead, when he held her hand, and she stopped.
"Mujhe chhodo Armaan...", she squeaked.
"Main tumhare saath mein khada hoon, and you're not listening to me, what has happened to you? Are you ignoring me, because trust me if you are...", he tried speaking, in a furious tone, but was cut in by her.
"There's nothing left to listen, i think. I am really sorry, for intruding in your personal moments, but i'll keep out from your matters. You can live in peace from now, i promise, and am really sorry", saying this, she jerked her hand, and walked a bit fast towards the campus. Armaan was baffled by her reply. He looked shockingly at her retreating figure. Ofcourse, she had to react this way, his reply, his ingenius reply to her, had led to this. He was such a nutcase, couldnt he find some better words to explain it all to her. The damage was done, yet he could still do something about it, but that would be only if he acted fast. So, he immediately started walking at his top speed behind her, but to his surprise, she'd been already running. From where he was, he saw the figure of a girl in view, who'd come walking a bit in Riddhima's direction, but Riddhima crossed her, and crashed into someone else, who took her in a big bearly hug. Armaan could see the face of the guy, and he dreaded the worst, this just couldnt be true. The girl went back, and stood next to that person and Riddhima, who were inturn joined by a guy on their sides. Armaan moved slowly in their direction. He saw Riddhima come out of the hug, and the guy kissed her on her forehead, and side hugged her. Armaan went to stand infront of them, and their eyes met.
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