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@Geet dii. Gussa mat ho na please. Sholly. I won't tell anything like that again. 😳 Maaf kijiye na.

Originally posted by: SmokingDreams

@Geet dii. Gussa mat ho na please. Sholly. I won't tell anything like that again. 😳 Maaf kijiye na.

Originally posted by: sweetdesire

Crossing both the Arms and turnng face on other side with cute Pout...😳

Originally posted by: SmokingDreams

Hmm. Manogi nahi? Acha koi baat nahi. I am sure Chapter 18 ke baad aap naraaz nahi rahegi.

Originally posted by: sweetdesire

We will see...😳

Waise Are u updating NOW...?

Previously : Chapter 17

Chapter 18

"Staring again?" his voice waved from behind me with familiarity. Without turning behind, I replied, "And you are back to troubling me, right?" I heard him chuckle. Leaves rustled echoing in pattern to my ears. His strides towards me brought in an eerily serene curl on my lips and I knew that staying fussy about his presence was an absurd pretence. In the end, who was I kidding? "May I?" he asked as courtesy, seeking my permission to sit beside me. "You would sit even if I say a 'no' right?" I pointed, looking up at him. Clad in a white cotton shirt with a loose pair of denims, he reminded me of a Greek God bathing in moonlight. I reprimanded myself for trailing off as he spoke. "Yeah, but the distance between us would vary depending upon on your answer," he winked. I shook my head in disbelief. His approach towards me was still intact. "Just sit," I said, bored. "Aren't you going to ask me about the distance factor?" he said, surprised for he was obviously expecting me to fall for his charms and witty comments like other women who would drool upon these qualities that they categorized as 'needed in my man'. "Chuck it, Armaan. You are just hitting on the wrong girl," I said, with a tint of pride. "Hmm. Your loss," he mumbled and picked up stones from the side of the brook and began throwing the tiny beauties into it. I stared for a moment at his easiness. I would be lying if I said I wasn't checking him out. But his casual nature surprised me big time. As much as he was flirted with, I couldn't help but notice how open and light it felt to anyone around him. Now I sort of got what Rahul was saying the other day about Armaan being here to make the wedding a much more colourful one. "What are you doing here, anyways?" I asked, "You were supposed to be helping Naina Aunty clean up." "All done. They sent me for you, actually. You left saying you would be back in quarter an hour right. Almost one hour had gone. So Aunty asked me to get you home," he said. "An hour is up?" I shrieked. "But I just came here. Time seriously needed a slowing dose." "Of course," he said, oddly joyful, and then with a quick glance on his watch informed me, "It's past 9". "What the hell? And I promised Aunty to be there before 8:30. I had to forget my watch, didn't I?" I smacked myself mentally. "Never heard a more diplomatic way of saying 'I was so lost in time'," he said, grinning like an idiot. 'Annoying Ridhima' seemed to the twin he was born with. "Shut it Armaan or I might just kick you down to the brook." I said, threatening to get him wet and a naughty thought of watching him shiver after a dip in the nasty cold water spread along my head. "Now now, Ridh. Just stop pretending like you hate the idea of me being around you." He winked at me and coupling it with a smirk at my 360 degrees mouthed face. My little girly heart got a minor attack at the husky tone at which he spelled my name. "I do hate the idea of you around me," I stressed on each word. He gazed at me amused and later when I realized that he was paying attention to me lips, I bit them instinctively, till he looked up as though broken from a trance. "If that's the case, then why don't you leave?" he said with a tone of challenge. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Erm..Do you really think I would not do that?" I asked with an equal ring of challenge. "Aww, chill billi ji. I know you might." "Then?" "A guy can dream." I rolled my eyes. He gave me a genuine smile. "We are the best friends of a newly married couple and you see me like a pain in the ass. I just think we should give time and see the better things in each other," he said honestly. I gazed at him unwavering. Sometimes he was nice; "Though, I still love to see your nose turn wildly red. Mmm," he added; until he opened his big mouth and ruined that impression within the fraction of a second. I frowned and skipped the part of tolerating his laughter. Armaan's cell rang like an nuisance, just like its owner, in the calm night. 'Haan Aunty. Hum abhi aa rahe hai. Haan haan. Panch minute main wahaan hogi,' I heard him say. Before he properly disconnected the call I stood up and dusted the loose sand off my midnight blue sari. Wearing the heavy lehenge was just not me but Muskaan would not allow me to roam around in my Tom and Jerry pyjamas either. So I had to go for changing back into my sari. How I wished I could just get in to my loose pyjamas rather than bind my legs with the endless fabric. "We got to go," Armaan said. "I know. Aunty will be furious if we won't be there to test on each of her delicacies," I chuckled dreamily. I had built a lovely rapport with Nain Aunty and besides being crazed at her only son's marriage, she loved keeping everyone's tummy at exploding point. She reminded me strongly of Bua and it was not at all odd that the two hit off as soon as the met yesterday. "She has that habit right. I remember how she came to school to get all the four of us our lunch boxes. They were so mighty that sitting in the class after lunch was the most impossible thing," he said, his dimples flashing subtly that made me focus at them for longer than a moment. I joined him in silent laughing as we walked under the brimming moonlight with the magnificent Garewal Mansion moving closer and closer to us. "After you," he said courteously clicking open the front door. This guy always sent wrong signals; one minute he would be killing me with him lame flirting and the next he would be like a child awaiting a candy and then a gentleman. I gave him a look but I didn't speak further because Naina Aunty came running and literally dragged me to meet her relatives who had showed up late.

"You didn't answer my question," his sudden voice right behind my ears gave me a jump and my spoon fell right into the bowl. "What the-?" I asked him, frustrated. I was in the kitchen getting the desserts ready. Till that moment, Naina and Aunty and Aditi was there to help me but I shoo'ed them off to the hall, telling them that I could handle. And what a timing? "Sorry!" he pouted. My iron attitude to him melted at that, though not permanently for I had enough control on myself. "Could you make an entrance a little more... respectfully? And what question?" "About the 'seeing good in each other', thing." I thought. "See. I am not saying a no nor am I saying a yes." "Then?" "Hmm. For now that's enough right?" I said, meaningfully knowing full well that he would take time to decipher my cryptic dialogues. Muskaan always told me that people needed a layered translator to understand my simply atrocious dialogues. I never believed her but now strangely I am beginning to. Obviously he was confused but his ego didn't allow him to dwell on it. Do I even have to mention how much I enjoyed seeing him be the curious one for a change? "Okay!" and saying so he left me. I had just resumed to serving the gajar ka halwa onto the pudding bowls when he peeked back by the door. "Ridhima?" he called. I looked up and hummed "Mmm," busy in garnishing the halwa with almond shavings. "Is it 'enough for now' for me to tell you not to mist your eyes again, whatever the reasons are?" he said his smooth voice rung in absolute honestly. I gazed at him, our eyes locked in transparency. It took me a moment to get back my breath. He must have caught me wiping my silent tears during the dance or my attempt in hiding the drops that fell when he came to back at the brook side. Either way, it surprised me for in the whole of my existence not one person has seen through me or confronted me of spilling the pearls. I was always good in handling and I have always taken pride in my ability to weep quietly to myself. I hated the idea of breaking down in public, whether it was minor or a major one. But now. His words made me flutter. All of a sudden, he seemed much more than just a random flirt. His lips curled to give me the honest smile he ever gave me before he disappeared into the hall.

Author's Note : Nah! This one is not depressing as the previous note. In fact, I actually liked how this one shaped out. Yesterday night, I was breaking my head on which track I should go so that essence of YAS remains high. And the fact that I have decided makes me happy. I love ya guys for standing by me. I can finally say that I am proud of my baby *Alhamdullilah*. PS: I updated this one quickly because I had already written half the part before. But don't keep hopes high of getting updates soon. Besides the exam stress, I am a lazy person and I only like writing when I want to. Writing is a passion not a daily job so forgive me if the gaps between two updates widen in time. But no worries. Be assured I am not giving up on YAS. Cheers! PMs later!

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