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'Tumne Sid par haath uthaya?'
With such piercing words of hers, more painful that envenomed darts or any dagger, Armaan felt if he could ever gather himself up at all...
And what about that piece of news that literally shook his world, that shattered him completely, that made him question if life was worth living at all..?
But no, here Riddhima, HIS Riddhima, was more concerned if Sid had been hurt or injured in the least... he didnt speak, his eyes did for himself... boring deep into hers, asking her, dont you feel anything for me at all now , Riddhima?
And the pain in his eyes, reflecting upon the betrayal, the shock, the misery, the feelings of anguish, of anger, of love and passion... such expressive were his eyes that spoke more than a thousand words..
When he but saw Riddhima confessing to Sid that she had thought about forgetting Armaan to start a new life with him afresh, suddenly, there was no more pain. it was as if it had reached to its maximum possible venture, ready to overflow in the form of tears...
Armaan's tears, which were once so precious for each oone of us here, flow down as he looks at his Basket's dupatta in Sid's hand.. just think about it guys, what wud he have felt? It was as if suddenly he was smacked back, knowing that he shouldn't be intruding in a conversation going on between a man n his wife's ... n yet wasnt this his Riddhima, his Basket?
Your eyes stole the show Armaan, n they are enough for anyone to melt n know, just know that Riddhima and you are meant to be together...
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