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Neways enough of me, heres the next part! :
part1 on page2
CHAPTER 2:
As
Ridhima looked up a gasp escaped her lips. She was looking right at a cold and
furious Muskaan, not the one she had left behind a year ago. Not her bubbly,
enthusiastic, best friend Muskaan but a distant stranger. She looked over at Bi
and noticed that there was still a faint smile on her lips. Could she possibly
have still been in contact with Muskaan after Ridhima left? There was nothing
wrong with that but she wondered if….
"Oh
Muskaan beta please come in!" Bi said politely. Muskaan looked Ridhima up and
down grudgingly and shook her head.
"No
thanks Bi. I just came to let you know that now the Rahul's running the company
anymore, there is going to be a board meeting tomorrow at 2 o'clock. Sharp."
And with that Muskaan turned her back and walked out. Not even sparing Ridhima
another glance. The message of course had been for Ridhima not Bi. Ridhima
sighed as Bi had a pleading look in her eyes. She was worried and Ridhima could
tell.
"Don't
Worry Bi, everything will be okay" Ridhima said hopefully.
"Maybe
I still have a chance to mend things up ?" thought Ridhima, "I mean she came to
deliver the message herself, she wanted to see me, otherwise she would have
just called" Yes she could've called but
Muskaan had something else in mind, and it didn't have anything to do with
being friends with Ridhima again.
"I
can't believe she's back!" fumed Muskaan. Her best friends, now and for the
past year since Ridhima left, Anjali looked up. Anjali shook her head, "I can't
believe you're still worrying about her!?!" she said. Muskaan
glared at Anjali, she could be so stupid at times. "How can I not worry? The
only reason I went there today was to see if she was there with my own eyes and
she was!" exclaimed Muskaan, "How am I going to put up with the sight of her
for the rest of my life when I never wanna see her again, I hate her !" Muskaan
had to do something, she wasn't going to sit back and watch and pretend like
nothing changed over the past year because sadly everything had changed. She
had to do something but right now she had to figure out a way to tell her
brother, Armaan, because she still didn't know how he would react. He was never
affected by Ridhima leaving. Muskaan was happy about that though, because now
she knew that he was only best friends with Ridhima because of her. That made
her smile.
When
Ridhima woke up the next morning it was one o'clock, in the afternoon! "Sh*t,"
she thought, "Jet lag!" She
jumped out of bed and ran down to munch down a quick breakfast than get ready.
Muskaan's words were still echoing in her head, " 2 o'clock. Sharp." She
shuddered remembering the cold stare she had received, why hadn't Bi woken her
up she thought gulping down the last of coffee. Just than Bi appeared in the
kitchen.
"Sorry
beta who.." began Bi.
"It's
okay Bi, I don't have time, got to go bye!?!!" Ridhima kissed Bi's cheek and
ran up to her room to get ready.
Ridhima
couldn't even think straight right now so how was she supposed to pick an
outfit for the first day. She spent 10 minutes rummaging through her cloths and
then she noticed her cloths laid out neatly on the couch in her room. She smacked her forehead, "Oh My Gosh! I put
them out myself and forgot." She took a quick shower and put on her simple
black dress with a matching black blazer. "Oh I look to simple," thought
Ridhima. She spotted her little diamond set that her father had gifted her on
her sixteenth birthday. She had never worn it. But now she wanted to, she
wanted to make her father proud in her and most of all she wanted to move on in
life. She picked up the small diamond studs and the matching necklace and
slipped them on. She indulged herself lastly in a simple, diamond bracelet. She
put herself together and looked up in the mirror. It was 1:30 she noticed,
"Alright Ms. Gupta," she said to herself, "You can do this."
When
she arrived at the hotel she realized that there were only five minutes left
until the meeting began, which meant that she almost wouldn't make it there on
time. She ran in her heels to the elevator and made her way up to the 22nd
floor. There were employee's around her that acknowledged her presence and
began to interact with her.
'Oh
god," Ridhima said out loud, "I'm late would you please get out of the way!"
But
the swarm was just getting bigger and she couldn't tell if they were here to
see now as she noticed them talk to each other. It wasn't until she heard
someone say, " I heard she hot, lemme see the new boss." That anger shot up in
her and she darted through the crowd. When she looked back her eyes grew in
surprise, "Wow, that many people wanted to meet me?" She thought sadly as she
didn't have time to greet anyone professionally. Clumsily looking back she
didn't realize she was about to walk into someone until she felt a rock hard
chest hit her. She gasped slightly as she noticed she was going straight for
the ground until someone's soft hands encircled her. Normally Ridhima would
have freaked and thrown a fit if someone had grabbed her like that. And she was
about to, without even realizing that the person saved her. But as she opened
her mouth to speak it closed almost automatically when she looked into his
soft, blue eyes. All the background chatter faded away as Ridhima tried to
identify his face. But how could he forget?
"Ridhima?"
he asked softly as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and surprise.
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