DMG FF: The Business Tycoon: ch6: pg17: 19th March - Page 12

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Hey all.....here's the next part of The Bussiness Tycoon....hope you all like it.....plz do press the like button and don't forget to comment......

By the way, this is my last update for the next two months as I have examz......so next update will be after May..... plz wish me luck and pray that I graduate with top marks.....

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Riddhima went to work, reminding herself that Armaan would only be at Rogers Corporation for a further three weeks. Almost a week had gone already and he still had no idea that she had a child. Why should he find out? Who, after all, would choose to comment on the fact?

The day before, Riddhima had kept on endlessly replaying the latest audiotape just to listen to Armaan's dark, deep, accented drawl. She had learnt that he had recently bought a house in London and that she was to organize his dinner party. The caterers were already booked but Riddhima had to see them to organize the finer details. Ruefully she wondered why Armaan's efficient Indian manservant, Ramu, was not taking care of such domestic matters for him. Riddhima's increasingly confused and pained thoughts inevitably took her back nearly 18 months.

She had fallen for Armaan Malik like a ton of bricks and had counted no costs when he became her first lover. She had known that Armaan had a fast reputation with women. Gorgeous, wealthy, dazzlingly successful and then only 29 years old, Armaan had had the world at his feet. However, what hurt Riddhima most was acknowledging that she could not entirely blame Armaan for getting tired of her....

A few weeks into their magical, romantic affair, her mother had died suddenly. In every way possible, Armaan had been supportive. However, Riddhima had changed into a moody misery. What male wanted to deal with such problems after a mere few weeks? Naturally, Armaan had got fed up, but her dependency on him had made it difficult for him to ditch her, so he had let their relationship drift, hoping that she would get the message on her own.

Unfortunately, drifting back to the present with her eyes swimming with tears as she fed Aryan in the day care over her lunch hour, Rhiddima recalled that the first and only message she had received had been the half-naked brunette. Dumping Armaan on the phone that same day had been a pitiful attempt to save face, for she hadn't mentioned her humiliating encounter with her replacement.

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Late that afternoon an elegant, vivacious blonde strolled into Riddhima's office. "I'm Alisha. Get hold of Armaan for me and inform him that I'm free this weekend after all." A sultry smile curved her ripe mouth. "Tell him I have the most divine ideas for his bedroom!"

Riddhima reddened, striving to keep her friendly smile in place. "I'm afraid I only have access to a message service. I don't know where Mr. Malik is, but I'll try to find out."

Alisha laughed throatily. "No need. When Armaan gets the message, and don't you dare change a word of it, he'll know where to find me waiting."

As the blondie departed, Riddhima dialed Armaan's message service, loathing him and the position he had put her in with bitter, angry pain. She passed on Alisha's provocative invitation, and then tormenting, humiliating jealousy flooded her and she said with artificial brightness, "have a great weekend!"

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Rhiddima had spent the weekend in torment at the idea of what Armaan might be doing with Alisha.

Ashamed at the emotional turmoil that had destroyed her ability to sleep a single night through and utterly exhausted, Rhiddima arrived at work. She was so angry with herself. Plenty of women had their hearts broken and got on with their lives. Armaan was giving her a terrific career opportunity. That was all she should be concentrating on.

Entering her office, she was dismayed to find Armaan waiting for her. Sheathed in a superb black suit, lean strong face firm, he settled his stormy grey eyes on her.

She stilled. "Is there something wrong?"

"Thee mou...it is well for you that I have had two days to cool down." Hard mouth compressed, jawline squared, Armaan surveyed her in angry challenge. "How dare you leave such a message for me? That nonsense from Alisha crowned by your snide comment!"

While now appreciating that Armaan did not like provocative messages made through third parties, Rhiddima could not comprehend how wishing him a great weekend could have acquired the label of "snide."

"I don't understand."

"No...?" Derision glittered in his level gaze. "Do you honestly believe that I can't recognise jealousy when I see and hear it?"

Rhiddima reddened fiercely. She was too honest to lie and too mortified to continue meeting his scrutiny. He had to think that either she was neurotically possessive or still madly keen on him.

Perhaps, had he not hurt her so badly, or had she not given birth to his baby, she would have managed to wholly detach herself from their shared past. However, with Aryan around, their affair was still very much a major event in her memory, even it is wasn't in his.

Without warning, Armaan abandoned his confrontational stance. He reached down for her hand, thoroughly disconcerting her with that sudden switch in mood. "Rhiddima...I didn't intend to say that. I'm sorry."

Rhiddima stared down at the strong hand cradling hers, drawn by the warmth and solidarity of him but sent reeling by memories that tormented her. "That's okay."

"Let's have lunch together and clear the air," he suggested.

Lunch? Wildly conscious of the proximity of his lean, powerful physique, Rhiddima trembled, torn by resentment and longing. If only it were that simple, she thought painfully. If only they could act like sane, civilized people. Evidently he was capable of that feat but, sadly, she was not.

"There is no reason for us to be enemies," Armaan continued.

Really? For an insane instant, she wanted to scream back at him in denial. He had gone to bed with another woman while she still believed he was hers. She might have understood but she had not forgiven.

"I'm sorry..." Rhiddima eased free and backed away, exhaustion weighing her down. She then said, "I'll be more comfortable if we stick to a working relationship."

Shimmering, grey eyes held hers. The silence seethed. Armaan inclined his dark head and strode out of her office....

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hey really nice update...wow armaan is being so mean to her....asking her to do such work..passing on such messages of girl he would sleep around with....fell so sad for ridz..but i m sure there is a reason behind armaan's such acts....so udpate soon cant wait to find out ....thankx 4 the pm...