heyy guys...
m new to the circuit here... neva opened a topic in the FF forum...
this is my first.. hope m welcum here.. 😳
this is my first short story... havnt named it....
dunno wat to name it... hehe...
its jus a ONE SHOT... no time to start a FF..😆
hope you like it...
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The night was intensely dark and quite. She was getting ready to sleep. As she entered her room, she felt someone there. She tried to turn on the light, but before she could a hand seized her wrist and another hand covered her mouth. She was horrified, dint know what to do. She was helpless. There was no one at home.
"Now what do I do??" thought Riddhima Gupta. Just then to her surprise, the person started talking to her, "Basket, its me, Armaan, your Armaan." The person was none other than Armaan Mallik, her childhood friend, with whom she shared everything when they were small. They were the best of best pals. Used to play with each other, study together, go out together (of course with their families also with them.) and also went to the same school. Their families knew each other very well.
But then one day Armaan had to leave India as his father had got transferred to UK. That day was the day of Anjali, Riddhima's sister, and Riddhima's life. More so for Riddhima, as she was very close to Armaan. She dint think of the world without him. She had never even dreamt of such a day. They did keep in touch though, thanks to technology, through e-mails, telephone calls and even sent greeting cards to each other on birthdays.
That was 10 years back. Riddhima and Armaan were now 22 years old. Armaan wanted to surprise her, hence he did not tell her about him coming to India.
When Riddhima heard Armaan called her Basket, her pet name from him, her heart skipped a beat. She always had a soft corner for him. She may not have realized it yet, but somehow she had fallen in love with him.
"Armaan???!! Is that you???" She pinched and hurt herself. But it dint matter to her at all, as that meant Armaan was back to her. "Oh my God!! Armaan your really back..!! I am so happy..!!", saying this she hugged him tightly while Armaan was just as happy and hugged her back. This went on for quite sometime and when they released, Riddhima had tears in her eyes, tears of happiness. Happy for the fact that God fulfilled her wish n brought Armaan back to life.
"Oh Armaan, I missed you so much!"
"I missed you a lot too Basket", replied Armaan.
"Armaan, this is such a surprise, how did you come?? When did you arrive?? Where are you staying?? Where's Uncle, Aunty and Muskaan" (Muskaan is Armaan's sister) and so on went Riddhima's queries.. All Armaan could do was stare at her grinning. He thought, " She's still the same old Riddhima, as talkative as before, looking much more beautiful, just like an Angel. Well, she's my Riddhima after all." Smiling while thinking.
His thoughts were broken by Riddhima, "Armaan, why are you smiling??? Did u tell a joke??" "huh?? Oh nothing Basket, I was just thinking." "What were you thinking Armaan??" "hmm.. err.. nothing Basket.." "You wont share it with your Basket??" saying this she turned her back towards him sulking. Armaan feeling bad, went around in front of her, "I was just happy to be back Riddhima, nothing else." Hearing this Riddhima was happy and asked him to answer all the questions she asked him.
"Well, I reached Mumbai just an hour ago and came here straight away to meet you. Where's Uncle and Aunty??" he asked.
"Oh, they have gone to Sanjeevani Orphanage in Lonavala to meet Padma Mausi and Anjali has gone to a camp with her fianc and a group of friends."
"Ohhkk'"
"You still haven't finished giving me all the answers Armaan.. Where's Uncle, Aunty and Muskaan?"
"They are still in UK. I came before them to search for a house, as we are shifting here permanently."
When she heard permanently, Riddhima was overjoyed. She smiled from ear to ear. "Oh! That's great news. So where are you staying now??"
"Hmm.. I haven't thought yet. But I will be staying in a hotel nearby."
"At this hour of the night??" It was midnight. "Are you mad Armaan?? You can stay here. Mom and Dad are not here anyway and even Di has gone out and I don't mind you staying here. So you can use the guest room. Tomorrow we could go together and search for a house. What do you think??"
"I think it's a very good idea, but is it ok if I stay here tonight?? You know without elders in the house, a handsome, young man like me staying in the house with a girl. What if you do something to me?? There's no one to save me you know" saying this he jumped away from a flying pillow and ran out of the room when he saw an angry look on Riddhima's face.
Laughing and enjoying them selves, they chased each other all over the house and at last they were out of breath. They fell on the sofa, laughing, remembering the old times when this type of a scene was so common.
This way they spent the night holding hands, talking to each other forgetting to sleep.
Well, I guess... that's what happens when friends who meet after a long time.
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This is the first time I've written something so long except for essays. So pls do lemme kno how it is.
Be free to criticize or appreciate.
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credit: Steffi...🤗
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