Ha yaar much waited talk between armaana and rahulbadly needed and u justified very nicely can understand from his angle and why he was upset with armaannow i guess everything is sorted out between ARab kyahope u will show nice friendship bond between armaan and rahultho next part keliye we have to wait for some time?koi baath nai enjoy ur holidays at grandma's house for sometimewhen u come back do give us lots of AR moments aur muski &raool ka bhichalo bye for now prags
Riddhima hurried towards Rahul's room. Finally, after a lot of pleading and pouting and guilt - tripping, she was allowed to come visit him. And Armaan. Of course. She really wanted to see Armaan.
Riddhima had never thought that she would be one of those girls. You know, the ones you classify as clingy? Those who couldn't go without seeing their boyfriends for a few hours? Who completely obsessed over them? Thought about their men all the time?
But, then, she hadn't ever thought she'd have a boyfriend!
All of that changed when Armaan came into her life. With his caring and loving nature, his attitude, his pranks, his love, his eyes and his smile and everything else that was so Armaan, she didn't stand a chance. She didn't have a choice. Because falling in love with Armaan was not a choice. It was not an option. It was a necessity. It was air. And it was water. It was fate and destiny.
She smiled as she thought about that idiot boyfriend of hers. He was just so endearing and adorable. Others often used the words hot and sexy and handsome and dashing to describe him, but to Riddhima, he was just cute and adorable. Not that he wasn't hot or sexy, because, by God, was that man sexy? With a body like his, those biceps and those abs, he was one of the sexiest men Riddhima had come across.
But, it wasn't those qualities that had attracted her to him in the first place - okay, maybe a little. But, he was sexy! It wasn't her fault. However, she was attracted to him because of his sweet and loving and caring nature. The way he behaved like a kid most of the time. How he went out of the way to express himself to her. All his stupid antics. That was what she loved about him. Not just his body or his physique or his face. Even though they certainly worked in his favour.
She sighed thinking about him. As much as she loved him, at the moment, she really didn't like him much. The reason for that was simple. She couldn't find him anywhere.
She had come in early this morning, hoping to spend sometime with him before going to see Rahul. But, the man was nowhere to be found.
He wasn't in the cafeteria or the locker room. He wasn't at the fire escape. He wasn't with any of his patients. None of the staff knew about his whereabouts and he wasn't answering his phone.
So, it was safe to say that she was pissed at him. She was going to see Rahul, hoping he would know something about Armaan.
Maybe, Armaan had taken the opportunity to talk things out with Rahul. That was a somewhat disturbing thought, if things had not gone well, that is. This stand - off between the two boys in her life was taxing for her. It hadn't even been that long since Rahul had returned, yet his bitterness was a sore spot for Riddhima.
She understood his perspective. Of course she did. Rahul had been her one rock in the past few months and he had seen her at her worst. He had seen her in pain. He had seen her helpless. He has had seen her with no desire to live. So, she understood his reluctance to forgive Armaan.
But, she wanted him to try. For her. For Armaan. For himself. After their initial coldness - male ego thing, whatever it was - had been put to rest, the two of them had been the best of friends. Rahul had supported their relationship and Armaan had always been there for Rahul when he needed a friend.
Their friendship had been beautiful. The bond they shared, their camaraderie - it had been amazing. Riddhima had always been thankful for Rahul because he helped keep Armaan grounded. He had helped Armaan get out of plenty of adverse situations. Armaan, for his part, had been Rahul's so called Love Guru' and helped him pursue Muskaan. They had always had each others backs. Their kind of friendship was hard to come by these days.
They'd been friends, brothers, before Armaan had gone. And now, they were like two strangers. Strangers may have been a wrong word considering that Rahul held a grudge against Armaan & Armaan was just trying to appease Rahul so that things could be fine between them.
And, though Rahul was her best friend, really important in her life, no one was as important as Armaan. Rahul's behavior towards Armaan had been really upsetting. Hadn't Rahul done the same thing? Leaving Muskaan when he knew that she would be better off without him? Rahul was behaving like a stubborn, judgemental & hypocritical asshole - a fact that she strongly despised. Had it not been Armaan who had stopped her from interfering, she would have had a word with Rahul.
But, the fact of the matter was that Armaan had told her not to do so. She was proud of him for saying that. It just showed how much he had grown as a person. Earlier, he would have picked a fight with Rahul, with nasty blows and punches may or may not have been involved, but he hadn't done that. And that was saying something.
Now, if only she could find him.
Riddhima sighed before opening the door to Rahul's room. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight before her. It seemed that the night had been pleasant, after all.
Muskaan was sleeping on the chair beside Rahul's bed, her head on his stomach and her hands splayed across his body. Rahul's hand was on her head, as if caressing her hair. Both of them had content smiles on their faces. In the corner, on the sofa, Armaan was splayed, sleeping soundly.
She moved towards him and smiled admirably, ruffling his hair and pecking his forehead. Armaan smiled widely when she did that, as if he understood what was happening, but other than that didn't move a bit.
Riddhima smiled and moved to the table beside Rahul's bed to pour herself a glass of water. The noise woke Muskaan up and she looked around, startled. She took in her surroundings, surprised to find herself at the hospital. Then, as if it all clicked in her mind, she remembered where she exactly was.
She saw Riddhima and her eyes widened immediately. She shot up from the chair, looked from Rahul to Riddhima, shook her head and then ran out of the room without saying a word.
Riddhima was completely confused on seeing this. Why had Muskaan run away? Was she not supposed to know that Muskaan was here? Hadn't Rahul and Muskaan sorted their problems last night?
Did Rahul even know that Muskaan had been here?
These were all questions that she had no answeres to. But, before she could get lost in her own world of contemplation, Rahul woke up. He saw Riddhima and smiled. She returned the smile and then turned to look questioningly at Armaan.
Rahul followed her gaze and laughed.
The action was enough for Riddhima to realize that the two boys had taken some step ahead in their friendship. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
"I undertand now, better than before," Rahul whispered.
At Riddhima's confused look, he elaborated.
"Tum dono ke beech jo bhi hua. Ab tak main sirf apne perspective se, tere perspective se sochta tha. Armaan se baat karne ke baad mujhe realize hua, ki shayad jo usne kiya woh kahin na kahin sahi tha. Us waqt uske paas koi aur tareeka nahi tha. Us samay mein jo usse sahi laga, usne kiya. Shayad uski jagah main hota, toh main bhi yahi karta. Kya pata? Ab main samajh pa raha hu, ki main galat tha. Usse apni baat kehne ka mauka dena chahiye tha mujhe. Itne dino tak hum dono mein problems nahi hote."
Riddhima smiled widely, happy that the tiff between them was now over. She hugged Rahul as a thank you.
Then, she proceeded to go see Armaan. She bent to down so that her head was on level with his. She caressed his face, moving hair from his forehead. He leaned into her touch, a small smile appearing on his face, as if he knew she was there. Maybe, he did.
She bent down and kissed his cheek and then his forehead, ruffling his hair, and just gazing at him adoringly.
"Bas dekhti hi rahegi kya, poora din?" Rahul called from behind. It was then that she remembered that he was still in the room. Riddhima had been so wrapped up in Armaan that she didn't remember where she was. It was just her and Armaan. Just them. No one else mattered. Now, hearing Rahul, she couldn't help the blush that spread over her face, leaving her pink even in her ears.
She smiled to herself and turned around to face Rahul. "Kyu? Tujhe kya problem hai?" She asked.
"Kuch nahi. Bas, agar tera yahi plan hai toh mujhe bata de, main kahin aur shift ho jaata hu. Tum dono ke romance mein kabab mein haddi nahi banna mujhe."
Riddhima just smiled and shook her head. She turned back to Armaan and was surprised to see that he was still sleeping. Maybe all the work tired him a little too much for him to be able to sleep through her and Rahul's bickering. She smiled on thinking about it. The poor biy must have worked his ass off last night, looking after his patients as well as Atul & Anjali's. He was such a good friend. She thought about letting him sleep for sometime while she went and talked to Muskaan about the whole fiasco earlier.
But, she was missing him and really wanted to spend sometime with him before he had to work again. So, she decided she would go see Muskaan later.
Bending, she placed her lips on his ear. Then, she shouted "AAAHHH!"
Armaan woke up, startled and started screaming himself. "AAAHHH! Kaun hai?"
Rahul and Riddhima looked at each other before dissolving into laughter. Armaan scowled at them.
"Kiska stupid idea tha ye?" He asked.
"Armaan, pehli baat toh, yeh idea stupid nahi tha. Aur doosri, mera idea tha. Kyu? Koi problem hai?" Riddhima replied.
Armaan shook his head.
"Mujhe pata hi tha. Aisi harketein sirf tum hi kar sakti ho."
"Aisi harkatein? Kaisi harkatein, haan? Jaise ki tum toh kabhi kuch karte hi nahi!" Riddhima replied incredulously.
"Haan, haan. Nahi karta. Atleast mere pranks mein thoda class hota hai. Tumhaari tarah nahi," he said arrogantly.
"Tumne mere pranks ko stupid kaha?"
"Haan, kaha toh? Sach hamesha kadwa hi hota hai, sweetheart."
"Oh, please! Mere pranks mein koi problem nahi hai. Apne dekhe hain? Kitna boring aur puraane hai. Fake pagers aur fake phone calls. Get creative, Armaan!"
"Tumne... tumne mujhe... mujhe... uhhh... haan, un - creative bulaya?"
"Pehli baat toh un - creative' koi word nahi hota. Doosri, haan bulaaya. Toh? Kya kar loge?"
"Tumhe... tumhe toh main dekh lunga."
"Haan, haan. Dekh lena. Main kya darrti hu tumse?"
"Tumhe toh main..." Armaan trailed off with a naughtly glint in his eye.
Riddhima, who was all too familiar with all looks that Armaan possessed knew exactly what she was in for. So, without a moment's hesitation, she took off running.
Armaan ran behind her, determined to catch hold of her.
They ran through the corridors, surprising everyone. The staff moved to one side, to make way for them. Dr. Keerti smiled and shook her head on seeing them. She knew by now, that it was better for everyone to not get involved in between Armaan & Riddhima. It only had disastrous results. Plus, both of them were off duty at the moment, so what was the harm in letting them have some fun?
Armaan chased Riddhima all the way to the locker room, where the others had started to come in to report for their respective duties.
Riddhima made a beeline for Anjali and hid behind her, effectively cutting Armaan off. Armaan tried to pull her away from Anjali but to no avail.
"Oyye, tum dono ka fir shuru ho gaya?" Muskaan piped in, stopping their game of chase.
"Inka khatam kab hua tha, yaar! Kuch bhi bolti hai, Muskaan. Chandigarh mein rehke na, sab bhoolne lagi hai," Atul remarked.
"Haan, wohi. Tujhe samajh gaya na?" Atul nodded. "Toh bas, zyada smart banne ki koshish mat kar. Waise bhi na, tere andar dimaag ki bohot kami hai. Pata nahi Babaji kya soch rahe the tujhe banaate waqt," she replied, looking up as if talking to God and gesturing towards Atul.
"Abbe, Muskaan..." Anjali cut Atul off before he could say much.
"Tum dono apni ladayi band karo. Aur Armaan - Riddhima pe concentrate karo," she said.
"Haan, Anjali, tum sahi keh rahi ho. Humein in dono pe concentrate karna chahiye," the ever obedient Atul replied.
The others laughed on hearing this while Anjali scowled.
"Haan, Armaan. Kya kiya tumne? Batao?" Anjali asked him after a minute.
"Maine? Maine kuch nahi kiya."
"Toh phir yeh bhaaga - daudi kyu chalu hai?"
"Tumhe kya lagta hai? Hamesha main hi kuch karta hu?"
"Aur nahi toh kya! Ridzy kuch karti hai? Please!" Muskaan scoffed.
"Oyye, teri yeh jo Ridzy haina," Armaan said, pointing towards Riddhima, "Koi doodh ki dhooli nahi hai. Woh tum sabke saamne shareef bannti hai. Mujhse poocho. Main jaanta hu ki kitni shaitan hai yeh."
"Armaan! Please! Ab khudko defend nahi kar sakte, toh Ridzy pe blame mat daalo. Sabko pata hai ki shaitan yahaan kaun hai," Anjali replied.
Armaan gave a non - committal grunt.
"Aisa nahi hai!" Atul cried, suddenly, running to the defense of his friend. However, he stopped short at Anjali's glare.
"Mera matlab sab nahi jaante ki Armaan shaitan hai, Anjali. Par humein toh pata haina," he said, fumbling through his explanation.
Anjali nodded approvingly at him on hearing his words.
"Champ! Tu bhi? Tu bhi ab inki side lene laga? Mujhe laga tha yahaan ek toh dost hai mera Sanjeevani mein. Hamesha mera saath dega. Lekin tu toh dhokebaaz nikla! Yahi thi teri dosti, yahi tera pyaar?" (Overdramatic music playing in the background)
"Nahi, mere bhai! Aisa nahi hai. Tu hi toh hai mera sachcha dost. Tere khilaaf kaise kuch bol sakta hu? Main toh bas..." Atul tried to explain, but Armaan held up a finger, efficiently shutting him up.
"Dekh liya aaj maine, Champ! Tujhe kuch aur explain karne ki zarurat nahi hai. Tere liye mujhse zyada important Anjali haina. Maanta hu tu usse pyaar karta hai. Lekin uski behen ke liye, apne bhai se gaddaari? Huh."
"Armaan! Tum Atul ko zyaada guilty feel karaane ki koshish mat karo. Usne sahi hi kaha hai!" Anjali said.
"Aur nahi toh kya? Khota kahin ka. Hamesha bechaare Atul ko apni baaton ke jaal mein fasa ke, uljha deta hai," Muskaan piped in.
Atul blushed and looked at the floor. "Thanks Anjali," he muttered.
Anjali shrugged her shoulders in response.
Before any further discussion, everyone's pagers buzzed and they all left for their duties, leaving Armaan and Riddhima alone in the locker room.
Riddhima stuck her tongue out at Armaan.
"Tumhe toh main dekh lunga, Dr. Riddhima Gupta. Yeh prank bohot bhaari padega," Armaan taunted.
"Haan, haan. Main dekh lungi, tum kya karte ho. Aur yeh bilkul mat expect karna ki main tumhaare pranks ka jawaab nahi dungi," she replied.
"Aisa toh main kabhi soch bhi nahi sakta, Basket. Jaanta hu tumhe. But this is gonna be fun."
He kissed her cheek and left the room, leaving an utterly surprised and shocked Riddhima behind.
Finally, mujhe time mila update karne ka.
Yahaan Nani ke ghar bohot mazze ho rahe hai. Roz bahaar ghumna - firna, movies, beach, cousins ke saath masti! Par, finally, aaj hum kahin nahi gaye, toh maine update kiya!
So, kaisa tha?
Some fetus Armaan - Riddhima moments! Thodi fighting - sh*ting aur pranks ka time hai! Full on masti with the old gang, and the new one too, maybe :P
Kaisa laga? Please comment!
Until next time!
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