P.s: Starts from the track of Riddhima's Birthday.
Riddhima entered into the room, after all the Raisinghani clan had celebrated her birthday at sharp midnight, that's at proper 12.
She chuckled remembering their faces.
Vihaan kept a stern face or mostly had plastered a smirk.
His eyes did softened after Ishani's prank, but he was quick enough to hide it.
Ishani, Aryan and Chachi gave a bored look to her. As if they were there just for a formality.
The only two souls happy were, Dadi and Angre. They were genuinely happy, since the smiles on their face and happiness in their eyes flashed widely.
As she made her way inside the room, she found herself standing in front of the mirror of the dress-up table.
She kept the garland of notes, made by Vihaan for her on the table.
They didn't spare her today also.
The garland did nothing, by only served the purpose of humiliating her, stating her class and status, showing that she is not as rich as them.
The garland felt like a wire of thorns which was wound tightly against her delicate heart, making blood ooze from every corner.
The garland felt like a chain of needles against her skin, which invisibly, went deep into her soul, piercing it in the most cruel way possible.
Riddhima closed her eyes, and let those tears unleash from her eyes which she had kept captive from so long.
She opened her eyes and looked at her reflection. Her eyes were once again moistened and welled up on her birthday.
It is such an cruel irony of her birthday which she fails to understand.
During the initial days in orphanage, she used to cry since she didn't have her parents to celebrate her birthday with.
During her school days, she used to cry seeing other children celebrating their birthdays happily with their parents.
And as she grew, those tears of sorrows were replaced by tears of happiness and suprise as her friends would celebrate her birthday in each way possible and would plan the greatest suprise which she would rejoice for years.
Today, again her eyes are numb, moistened, teared.
But not due to sorrow or happiness.
It's all due to agony and humiliation.
This was the best birthday night she would ever remember!!!
As her eyes travelled downwards towards the reflection of herself.
She slightly traced a dried-red colour mark or drop on the delicate skin of her neck.
As she gently swiped it, using the fingertip of her index finger, the colour got dispersed on her skin, leaving a line of red colour.
She smiled sadly, removing her finger, a she remembered her birthday's in the orphanage.
They didn't have big, two-tiered cake on their birthdays.
But instead, a single chocolate cupcake which used to be saved from their dinner.
The cupcake wasn't adorned with alot of candels, but instead a single one which used to be sufficient to lighten the smiling eyes and full blown faces in its light.
She looked at her dress.
Today, she had worn a designer dress.
But in orphanage, a single dress, even though it had many tresses and frets, or which had been crumbled in the worst way possible, but still it was the best for them.
The dress however, dusty or dirty, used to washed and kept neatly only to be worn specially on the birthday.
The dress wasn't the best, but, it was the best which they could afford.
She remembered those sulking faces of the family members.
Her birthdays were only celebrated with Sejal and the people who were interested.
The rest even if not interested, had followed a simple formality of keeping a smile and to wish her a healthy, prosperous life and future.
With this though, more tears were unleashed, as she finally let go off her turmoil.
Her thoughts were broken, when she heard the door knob twisting.
Wiping her tears, she ran off to the washroom.
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Minutes had passed or an hour, but none had bothered to check upon Riddhima.
Riddhima opened the door of washroom only it find Vihaan sleeping peacefully on the bed.
Taking care to not disturb his sleep, she silently made her way towards the door and sneaked out of the room, taking care not to wake him up.
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The whole VR Mansion, had seeped into an unnamed silence.
The whole corridors had dwelled into darkness.
Amist all this, using the flashlight of her cellphone, Riddhima traced her steps towards her old room.
As she entered in, she switched the flashlight off and switched on the lights of the room , only to be greeted by the old memories which swirled infront of her eyes like a whirlwind.
Heaving a heavy breath, with heavy steps she made her way towards her almirah.
Pulling the knob of the lowest drawer, she pulled out an old thick book, having thick, strong cardboard cover, which read as 'Way Back To Nostalgia!!'
She opened the book and the first picture which greeted her was of a 10 year old Riddhima and Sejal happily singing a birthday song, as Riddhima cut a chocolate cupcake.
That whole page was certainly adorned with their pictures when they were 10yrs old.
A broken but yet beautiful smile graced her tear stricken face as she was reminisced those old forgotten Nostalgic days and memories.
As she flipped through the delicate, fragile, creamy white pages adorned with nostalgic photos, she reached the last page of her memory.
The one from her last year birthday.
She let out a small laugh seeing the way how Sejal had brought her a big chocolate hamper. Full of her favourite chocolates.
As she closed the album, she hugged it tightly to her bossom and walked towards the window.
She slightly traced the window pane with her hand.
This was the same pane through which they used to sneak out of the room, without letting the warden know about their escapade.
She remembered how their college friends used to stand below the window pane and help them to sneak out, which used to be followed by the never ending fun and surprises.
She remembered their red swollen eyes trying to stay up hard during the class.
She remembered their yawns, showcasing the lack of sleep followed by a hearty laughter.
Their laughs while reminiscing their madness during those nights.
The childish activities that they would do.
The pranks that they would perform on their friends on their birthday.
Those days were bliss.
Never to be forgotten. Still reminiscent in some corner of their hearts.
Fresh as recent occuring. Still cherished till eternity.
The most pious bond of friendship, never to be forgotten.
The only bond which she could cherish with a happy smile on her face till her death.
Still hugging the book, she made her way towards Sejal's bed.
Sitting on the floor, she broke into sobs.
Curling into foetus, she let herself to fall on the floor.
Crying miserably, body shivering, she let out all her stored emotions, as she clutched the album more tightly and hugged it as it would disappear into thin air if she loosened her grip.
Being afraid of losing the memories of her most cherished relation, she slept hugging it.
But this time with a serene smile.
Hey Guys,
I just thought to give it a try. As we all know how much Riddhima had been humiliated on her birthday. And practically speaking, they should have atleast shown this much of her breakdown in the show.
Which I guess, certainly wasn't possible on the show as they never took an initiative to show the emotions of the characters.
As all the show revolved around was baseless mysteries, revenge and their own theories.
Still no offence to their storyline.
It's just my take on that track.
Well, certainly it had been ages since I have uploaded a story over here. But to be honest, I had some issues on that made it practically impossible for me to rejoin my writing space here!!
But, as time passed everything is back to normal so thought to resume!!
And ya, please do let me know if you want me to continue the story of 'Crossroads' on RiAnsh
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