Hello everyone :)
So finally the years of entertainment/torture/ambiguity is coming to an end. So to say bye to Dill Mill Gaye I am posting a short story I wrote a while back based on Armaan and Riddhima. It's my way of saying alvida to the show.
On one hand I'm glad that this show is ending as things were/are getting out of hand both on-screen and off-screen. And of course how can we forget the activity of this forum. But on the other hand I feel a little nostalgic about the DMG we all loved at some point of its life time. It had its ups and downs but we can't deny the fact that this show has been loved/liked/hated by all different fan groups at some point. I'll remember DMG as a fond memory. I won't miss DMG as such giving the current upheaval but I'll defiantly miss the days when it used to put a smile on my face and of course will definitely miss our Dr Dude! I remember the first day seeing Armaan and Riddhima meet on the basket ball court, and watching their love story blossom and nurture in front of our eyes, the nhok jhok, the cute banter, fights which eventually developed into LOVE and the most BEAUTIFUL LOVE story of 'my time' in my opinion. Watching, friendships bloom in Sanjeevani, heartbreaks, heartaches, HEADACHES for the viewers at time, DMG gave us a lot.
I guess now that DMG is ending no more headaches and no more heart aches. Let it be a beautiful memory for us all.
Anyways enough of my soliloquy, I'll let you read on. Read, comment, and press the like button (that is of course if you actually like the piece)
I deliberately did not put a backdrop to the story so you can let your imagination run wild and come up with your own conclusion about why certain events took place.
"With Venom In Our Hearts.."
Riddhima sipped on her coffee, scalding her tongue in the process. Armaan smiled knowingly as he sat down beside her. It didn't matter how many times she burned her tongue she was just too impatient when it came to her daily cup of coffee. Ever since she had to cut back on caffeine Armaan had taken it upon himself to manage her caffeine addiction. So for the last three months every morning Armaan would make her poison of choice, not that she was complaining. Somehow he managed to satisfy all her caffeine cravings with just a mug full. He was her herbal magician. Armaan then kissed her goodbye and left for work. She watched him leave as she savoured the last of the coffee and listed in her head all the things that she would have to do that day.
She was still thinking of him as she looked through the shop window, of how his tattoo would slither out from under his shirt sleeve every morning when he would reach to unlock the door.
The sun was shining in through the water spots on the window left by the afternoon's rain, casting marbled shadows across the shop. Dust motes danced in the light, their presence acting like a veil preserving the antique quality the place exuded. The dark shelves which lined the walls were filled with clear glass jars containing exotic herbs and spices, their aroma faintly scenting the room. The content of the jars resembled that of a witch's larder.
Riddhima checked the address on the post-it once again and entered the shop. The sound of the wind chime seemed to echo and disappear into one of the many corners of the shop. The dull pounding in her head, the reason for her visit, seemed to almost disappear. After weeks of restless nights and tension headaches the relief felt euphoric. She ran her fingers through her hair and drank in the ambience.
In the middle of the room stood a circular antique table, on which a glass bowl of water had been placed. The tinkling of the bead curtain announced the arrival of the store owner. The woman had a tornado of grey hair which was set ablaze against her smooth ebony skin. Her eyes were the same piercing shade of grey and motioned for Riddhima to take a seat at the table. As the owner sat down across from her, she asked of the reason for her visit.
Riddhima started with the dreams. They always started the same, with the warm feeling you would get on a cloudless sunny day. And as soon as the pleasantness set in she would be plunged into icy cold water, and as she would struggle for air the water would fill her mouth and draw out the warmth from her body. And when she felt the life drain from her she felt the pressure of its hand and she would see its face, a contortion of an evil expression, and she could feel its happiness penetrate her like iron maiden.
Riddhima shuddered uncontrollably as she tried to shake off the memory. The owner departed and then swiftly returned with a tray of tea. She hugged herself to try and control the rocking. The owner crushed the chosen herbs in her hand and dropped them in the cup and then continued to pour hot water from an ornate metal teapot. The owner told her to drink the tea. The cup trembled in her hand and the owner steadied and directed it towards her mouth. The hot liquid seemed to sooth her almost instantly. The owner looked at her with concern as her face creased with wisdom.
Once the shaking had stopped the owner told Riddhima that she believed that the dreams were a warning and she wanted to try and interpret the meaning of them. Riddhima nodded. The owner told her to pick two flowers from the vase at the counter. Riddhima returned with a yellow and red chrysanthemum. The owner directed her to place the flowers in her tea then explained to her what she must do. Riddhima took a sip of the tea and then poured the content of the cup into the bowl in front of her. She closed her eyes as directed. The owner observed the first flower float to the top and turn upside down. The second flower surfaced quickly after and floated by the first. The owner said she saw someone who was closely connected to her heart. She asked her if she could see anything. Riddhima shook no. The owner watched green liquid diffuse into the water and waited for the tea leaves to settle. As she glimpsed the image the word snake escaped her mouth. Riddhima opened her eyes. Suddenly something flashed before her. Startled, she jumped making her chair fall back. The owner asked her what she had seen. She went blank for a second and then replied snake, yes it was definitely a snake, and she muttered it once again under her breath.
All of a sudden a dizzying sensation overcame her. The owner made her another cup of tea and once again she relaxed. The woman busied herself making parcel of herbs. She told Riddhima that they would help her with her head aches and sleep, but she must visit again so they could make sense of her dreams. Riddhima paid and thanked the woman but had already decided not to return.
Armaan eyed her suspiciously as he entered the living room watching her drink the newly purchased herbal tea. He smiled cheekily as he asked her if she had been to the witch doctor. She rolled her eyes even though the tea seemed to be helping. He snatched the mug playfully out of her hand and told her that if this is what caffeine deficiency had driven her to it was time for a relapse. She smiled and hushed the thoughts in her head. Once the coffee was in her hands all the worries had vanished from her mind. She was half way through the mug when she felt a drowsiness, which attacked her in waves. The mug dropped from her hands. She called out to Armaan who was watching her. His face blurred like she was seeing him through water. Slowly the water turned a murky green, and all that she could see through the green filter was a hint of his Cheshire Cat smile....
Nahida :)
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