Armaan-Ridhima FF:The Lion and The Lamb - (Note - pg 87) - Page 38

Originally posted by: sweetdesire

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I am just the way story is progressing
AR and their cute moments
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so do try to continue soon
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Originally posted by: divi1oct

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Continue soon..

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Part 10: Entangled together but It's Complicated

"Take it if you can" I said kicking the can
"You can't beat me..Football tho mere daye pair ka khel hai" He said, trying to kick the can
"Aur basket ball mere daya hath ka khel hai" I said, proudly
"There is a difference between football and basketball.. Itna bhi nai patha Basket" He said, and hit me playfully on my head
"Oh then let's play.. and see who wins" I challenged him
"Obviously yaha ek hi winner hai aur wo hai – Armaan" He took a bow, even before winning
"3 goals – let's see who wins. That's your court-" I pointed towards the left side of the road "And that's my court" I said, pointing to the right side of the road
"Wait a min..Let's make it fun..What's the bet?" He asked
"Bet??" I asked, widening my eyes
"Yeah! Agar main jeeta tho..You have to do whatever I ask you to do and vice versa" He said
"Done!" I agreed
And we kick start our little football match.
I got the can and just when I was gonna hit a GOAL.. Armaan lifted me up in the air and hit the can in his court.
"GOALLL" He jumped
"Yeh tho saaf saaf cheating hai." I revolted
"Everything is fair in love and war..And this is WAR" He said, wickedly
I didn't get angry on him this time..I just admired him..He is so childish at times.
I kept looking at him and I forgot that I was playing a game and he made another goal and jumped excitedly.

"Loser!" He snapped his fingers front of me
I came back to senses "Loser?" I asked
"I made 2 goals out of 3 so winner kaun hua?" He said, putting his collar up
"Winner nahi Cheater!" I pushed him
"Wo sab chodo.. Point pe aao – Our lil bet.. Remember?" He reminded
"Kya karna hoga?" I asked
"Tumhe mere sath.." He came close to me
"Kya?" I went back, doubtfully
"Dance karna hoga!" He said, winking
"Aur agar main na karo tho?" I said
"This is cheating..Tumne bet lagaya tha" He said, getting angry
"Everything is fair in love and war..And this is war and not love so no dance" I said, and turned
He pulled me towards him roughly.
"Dance tho tumhe karna hi hoga, Basket!" He said

He put his hands around my waist and placed my hands on his shoulder.
We begin to slow dance..maintaining the eye contact.
~Kaisa hai khumar
Kaisa nasha
Duniya lage nayi
Naya sama
Sapna hai mera
Tu hi Armaan~
He pushed me far and near and turned me round. Pulled me close to him, holding me from behind.. His nose scrolled down my face from my eyes to my cheeks to ears.
I never wanted this moment to end
~Saason ne dhun chedi
Pooche mujhse bata yeh kaise
Dill Mill Gayye~
"Armaan.." I looked at him.
He cupped my face..I felt the warmth of his hand on my cheeks.
Armaan shooked his head and sprinkling some rain drops from his hair on my face.
The words of my heart were almost gonna come on my lips..
I rested my head on his chest.
..But due to the brandy.. My head felt heavy and I suddenly I fell asleep in his arms.

"Ah!" He woke up and sat down on the floor, holding his head
"What are you doing here????" I yelled
"Sleeping!" He answered, sleepily

I looked around at the place - clothes fallen all over, beer cans down the chair, empty pizza boxes in a corner and a punch bag hanging in the centre – Totally messed up untidy room – Whose room can it be? Armaan's? Was I in Armaan's room? How did I come here?
"Why did you get me here??" I asked, angrily
"Nuts ke ghar tumhe iss haal mein le jata tho awkward nahi hota? Aur raaste pe tumhe sone de nahi sakhta!" He said, yawning
He sensed the tension on my face "Chill we were just sleeping!" He said, coolly
"We were just sleeping!" I repeated the words, with a shocked expression
"You dirty mind! Mere matlab hum bass so rahe the" He said, and stood up
I cooled down a bit.
"Vaise kya longe? Coffee? Tea? Or Me? I'm unavailable so Coffee or Tea?" He asked
"Tea" I said, calming down my over-worked up mind

I freshened up and went down stairs.
I went to the kitchen where Armaan was preparing tea.
I looked around – It's better I don't describe the state of the kitchen.. It was a bit worst than the bed room.

"Here!" He gave me a cup of tea
"Thanks" I said and took a sip
I took a sip of the tea but I couldn't swallow it. It tasted Yuck! I had to just gulp it down.
"You call this tea?" I asked him
"My special masala chai" He said, drinking it
"But it doesn't taste like tea.." I said, making a yuck face
"Tea nahi Masala Chai..I drink it daily" He finished the tea
"How do you manage to drink it daily?" I asked, shocked
"Akela rahoge tho sab manage karna sekh jaoge" He said
"Kyun tumare mom kaha hai?" I asked
"Wo Mumbai mein rehte hai...Akele" He said
"Aur tumare Dad?" I asked
"Wo bhi Delhi mein apne ghar mein rehte hai..Akele!" He said, stressing on the word 'Akele'

"Tum sab akele akele kyun rehte ho..Sath sath nahi reh sakhte?" I dumbly questioned
"Wo kya hai na..sab families ki story 'hum sath sath hai' jaise nahi hote.. In my family..we don't get along with each other so 'hum akele akele hai'..And it's better that way" He said, getting irritated
I was gonna ask one more question but before that "Shut Up..Not a single question more" He shouted at me

"Relationships weigh you down as a person" He said, making a serious face
"What?" I asked, surprised by his way of thinking cos my take on relationships was complete opposite "No! Relationships grow you as a person!" I argued

"If you tag a relationship with a name.. it brings in a lot of emotional drama and pressure and expectations. Relationship hone chaheye tho mere aur Nuts jaise - Open relation - no commitments, no fake promises, no emotional attyachar..Just take it easy kinda relation!" He said "Jaise humara rista ka bhi koi particular nam nahi hai" He added
He was right..Our relation didn't have any particular name..
When I thought Armaan is my – Enemy
He turned to be a – Friend
When I thought he is my Friend
He turned to me – More than a Friend
And when I thought He was more than a friend
He turned to be totally indifferent

but still I couldn't understand his take on relationships. "Main samji nahi!" I said
"Samjongi bhi nahi!" He said and walked towards the hall
"But main samajna chahte ho!" I said to myself.
I wanted to understand him - What was the cause for his negative take on relationships? Broken home? Loneliness? What was it? I wondered.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Kyun tum bhi tho karte rehte ho mazak Ridhima ke sath.. Ridhima mere bhi dost hai..Mera bhi haq banta hai uspe..Kyun Ridzy?" Nik said, keeping his elbow on my shoulder
I looked at Armaan and his expression was as if he is gonna bash up Nik anytime now.
"Nik is right!" I said, supporting Nik so that Armaan cools his temper
But now Armaan's anger turned towards me
"Guyss.. I'll see ya later" Nik said and left before the scene could turn UGLY

"Basket, tum jante nahi inn ladko ko..Ek no ke kamine!" He said, in anger
"Jaise ke tum!" I chuckled
He gave me a grumpy look.
"Armaan, Nik bass mazak karr raha tha OK?" I tried to make him understand
"Tum bahut bholi ho.. Jante nahi..Yeh sab aise hi shuro hota hai" He said, picking up the rope
"Yeh sab kya? Aise hi kya? Iss rope se?" I laughed "Let me see kya shuro hota hai" I said and put the rope around us, tying me and Armaan both together

I looked up at Armaan. His expressions were soft and not the hard and mischievous usual expressions.
His expression were as if He wanted to say a lot but just couldn't.
But his eyes said it for him.
~Kitna tha pyasa
Kitna tanha
Man bhuja bhuja, suna jahan
Khali khali har ek lamha
Mili tum Rang mile~
I didn't realise when we came close. We were really close again. I tried to separate us but the rope was jumbled up and we were entangled together. I could no longer separate myself from Armaan.
~Jhoome zindagi yeh aise jaise
Dill Mill Gayye~

Armaan broke the eye contact and looked away, He took a deep breath, trying to push away whatever thoughts were running in his mind
"Dekha! Yehi keh raha tha main.. Ek rope se yeh sab start hota hai!" He said and angrily broke the rope and threw it.
The rope fell near our principle's feet..Who was starring at us.
"OH DAMN!" Armaan said, scratching his head
I looked down embarrassed.
With the look on our Principle's face.. I guessed a major punishment is coming up.
To be continued..