Life Out Of Control - An ArmaanRiddhima fanfiction - Page 45

Originally posted by: aRohAAnGeL

absolutely love it! i mean i love how they made up but ridhima should really tell him her feelings, only then would things get better

Originally posted by: Dmg8594

Yeah yeah...Until...😕

And yeah I know! She must have such a hard time resisting that adorable face! 😲 Poor soul!

Originally posted by: addicted_93

sanaa!
the part was absolutely awesome!
loved it
im sorry i couldnt comment ealier, in fact mine will be less frequent since im on vacation! but id really appreciate it if u could still send me a PM!
i hope there are many more wonderful parts like these to come!
love shai

Originally posted by: anamika2010

hey saana...sachmuch bahut khubsurat part tha, not only liked but also loved the whole part...

punam

awww...

awsum part..

loved AR on picnic...n soo much trust she has on Armaan..

n when this sasha s going to leave...

seriously i wanna kill her..

agar much mil jae na...tu keema bana doon iska...

thnx for the pm...

Originally posted by: anumeha_rajat

awww...

awsum part..

loved AR on picnic...n soo much trust she has on Armaan..

n when this sasha s going to leave...

seriously i wanna kill her..

agar much mil jae na...tu keema bana doon iska...

thnx for the pm...

Chapter 15 - Conflicting Heart

"Basket, jab mujhe dekh ke man bhar jaaye, toh andar aa sakti ho." He suddenly said, and Riddhima was broken from her trance. Feeling herself go red, she tried to deny his allegation.

"Main, uhmm'tumhe nahin dekh rahi thi." Looking down, she walked inside the room.

"Achcha. Toh kya kar rahi thi Madam?" he asked snapping his file shut and coming in front of her.

"Kuch soch rahi thi." She replied, and walked forward as he moved back with her.

"Really?" he asked narrowing his eyes and stopping suddenly so she bumped into him.

"Really." She responded with the same expression. He smiled and stepped aside letting her go to her locker while he went to his own. At that point, the rest of the interns bounded in chattering amongst themselves.

She opened her locker and saw an unfamiliar paper inside. Taking it out, it was a ticket to Harry Potter 7! Seeing it, her eyes widened in shock and surprise. A smile shone on her face, and this time it reached up to her eyes as she looked silently across to him. After seeing this dazzling smile, his felt his heart beat erratically. His lips tugged at the ends, as his dimples deepened. He questioned her with his eyes, and she blinked back once in agreement. She felt her insides would burst with happiness. She loved Harry Potter! She loved the writer, she loved the movies (even though some were a disappointment), she loved the characters, she loved simply everything about that series of books! Her eyes closed in excitement as she put her bottom lip in her mouth. She had wanted to go see it for ages, but no one else was as fanatical about Harry Potter as she was. And Armaan for the past two weeks had been so busy, and she didn't want to watch it alone either. So she dumped the idea. But'how did Armaan know?

"Heyyy Ridzi! Armaan gayya!" Muskaan smiled at her. They could tell that they had made up by the secretive glances sent across the lockers. Riddhima felt her cheeks burn as she realized Muskaan was right. She vaguely remembered a flying kiss from him, but she had been so lost in her thoughts that it didn't hit home. Looking down, she excused herself and went to the nurse station.

"Careful, Dr Riddhima." Dr Shashank sternly said. Riddhima immediately looked down.

"Sorry Papa..Sorry..Dr Gupta."

"Waise, meri beti aaj itni khush kyun hai?"

"Uhhmmm'main khush? Not really. I'm just fine." She prayed that he would not pursue his question.

"Kahin iisiliye toh nahin, kyunki tum ghar pe akeli hogi for over a week?"

"Kya? Main ghar pe akeli?" Her face fell, then brightened up. She rarely had the house to herself. It was a treat!

"Mumma ne nahin bataya?" she shook her head.

"Main, tumhaari Dadi aur Mumma Mauritius jaa rahe hain. I took my yearly leave." Shashank smiled, evidently proud of his decision.

"Wow Papa..finally!"

"I know. So, abh meri beti mujhse baatein chupa rahi hai?" Shashank asked. Riddhima felt her heart almost stop beating. What the hell? Who'how?

"P..papa..aap yeh kya keh rahe ho? I don't get you."

"Mujhe nahin bataya, ki tum itni khush kyun ho. I mean, mujhe apni beti ki khushi mein shamil hona hai."

"Uhh, Dr Riddhima, There's a case I want to discuss with you." Armaan interrupted them.

Shashank looked at him, frowning slightly. Why was he coming between father daughter bonding time? But then again, this was a hospital.

"Good morning Dr Mallik."

"Riddhima Dr Keerti also wants to meet us about that case."

Riddhima signaled towards her father, whom Armaan, in his nervousness had ignored completely.

"Sorry sir. Uhh Good.." he checked his watch, "morning sir. Kaise ho aap?"

"How do I look Dr Mallik?"

"Sorry, bad question."

Shashank raised his eyebrows at him.

"I meant.. my..my question.. bad.." he fumbled.

"Riddhima, maybe you should go and discuss this case with him, it might make his heart and work load feel lighter." Shashank joked, and Armaan's eyes widened at him. Shashank left when none of them caught on to his expertly made joke. Come on. It wasn't that hard to get, he thought to himself. Armaan was nervous when he was around and if he went away, then Armaan's nervouness would go. But he, Shashank, disguised it as workload! That was ingenius of him! Chuckling shortly to himself, he said a good morning to a stunned nurse, and went inside his cabin.

Armaan and Riddhima stared at Shashank's retreating back. Was he aware about them?

"Yeh'joke tha?" Armaan finally asked, his mouth hanging open. Riddhima in a similar state, looked at Armaan, then back at the corner Shashank had just turned to. Taking a deep breath, she closed her mouth and nodded. She turned to face Armaan.

"Wow Basket, jab tumhaare Papa humaare bare main jaan jayenge, then he'll realize the depth of this joke." Armaan whispered, still shocked to the core.

"Tch, he won't even remember it." Riddhima replied as they continued walking forwards, evidently back to her bouncy self.

"So basket, tumhaare Papa jokes maarte hain'holidays par bhi jaate hain. Not bad. I thought he was a work-a-holic! APne hone waale damaad se bohot kuch seekhliye already."

"Armaan. Stop insulting my dad! Wait, aur tumhe kaise pata voh holiday waali baat?" Her eyes widened in realization. "Tum eavesdrop kar rahe they? Bad manners!" she reprimanded him. He sighed instead.

"So finally you caught on. Thodi slow ho na?" he teased and she narrowed her eyes at him. "Aur waise bhi. If I hadn't tumhe kaun bachata? Kya kehti Papa se? Itni khush kyun ho?"

She smiled fakely at him.

"Main kehti' ki main' apne boyfriend, jo hamesha mujhse ladta hai, ke saath Harry Potter 7 dekhne jaa rahi hoon!"

He smiled fakely in return.

"Really Basket?" his smile faded. "Tumhaari khushi main nahin, tumhaare dukh main shaamil honge jab mujhe maar dalenge! Pagal!"

"Huh..? tumne mujhe Pagal bulaya?" her face dropped in horror as her eyebrows scrunched up. "Main Pagal, tum'moron!"

"Jangli Billi!" he replied, his eyes glinting in mischief.

"Saru" she teased him.

"Bhuddu!" Armaan teased back.

"Kharus!" Riddhima narrowed her eyes, secretly enjoying every moment.

"Nikchdi!"

"Akru!"

"Chipkali!"

"Bandar!"

"Basket!"

"Gadthe.."

"Basket'"

"Idiot!"

"Basket bas kar na..!" and he pulled her into the fire-escape closing the door behind them, pinning her to the wall. Holding her hands close to his lips he trapped her with his body, his face barely inches away from her. She immediately lost all the words in her mouths and looked down, feeling a blush creep up to her cheeks.

"Oye hoye'" He smiled looking at her.

"Armaan'"

"So Basket, agar tumhaare pyaare se Papa, asked you who your boyfriend was. Kya kahogi." His smile deepened, and she looked away in thought.

"I guess I'd have to tell him. Mera boyfriend mere dil ka armaan hai" she replied simply.

"Tumhaare dill ka armaan?" he repeated in a husky voice. "I like it already. So kitna pyaar karti ho tum apne boyfriend ko?" his voice was back to normal, with drama and nonsense back in it.

"Hmmm'main'" she put her arms around his neck then shook her head. "nahin batana chahti." His expression turned into a mixture of shock and hurt.

"Kyun? I think he should know. Main jaa kar usse bata dunga, ki tum usse kitna pyaar karti ho. Phir voh tujhe tang nahin karega."

"Not a bad idea..." she pretended thinking it through.

"Tum apne boyfriend ko nahin kahogi na? Ke humaari ek date hai aaj raat ko."

"Of course not! Kyunki phir voh humaare beech kabab mein haddi bann jaayega."

"Haan." Armaan nodded his head. "bohot irritating hai na, tumhaara boyfriend?"

"Bohot zyaada. Humesha mujhe tang karta hai."

"Hmmm..toh isse permenantly chod ke, mere saath forces kyun join nahin karleti?"

"Nahin kar sakti na." she shook her head stubbornly.

"Yaar," he put his hand on his heart and imitated a hurt expression. "aise jab dil tod diya, toh wajah bataogi?"

"Kyunki main mere Armaan ko bohooot'" she bit her tongue as she realized she had let slip of much she loved him. But his dimples were not showing any signs of disappearing as he caught on quickly.

"Bohot?" he questioned. She just looked down in reply, not finding a way to escape feeling her cheeks, if possible, go redder. He put his finger under her chin and made her look up into his eyes. "Bohot?" he pursued.

She looked away as she tried to say the words, but they got stuck at her throat. The intensity was making her nervous beyond anything. His face was so close to her that she was sure she took in his every breath.

"Bohot'" she tried again, but her throat wouldn't move after it.

"Bohot?" he repeated.

She felt her lips curve slightly and suddenly closed the distance between them surprising Armaan. Taken aback at first, Armaan didn't respond. But when she urged him, and realization sunk in, he reacted. With one hand around her waist, he gripped her tighter, and brought the other hand around to her face, framing her cheeks. Both pairs of eyes were closed when they finally split apart.

"Bohot pyaar karti hoon." She finished off in a whisper only audible to him. They both opened their eyes simultaneously, and he put his lips on her forehead.

"Voh bhi tujhse bohot zyada pyaar karta hai." They looked into each other's eyes, and he slowly bumped his forehead onto hers.

"Wow basket. Agar koi dekhleta toh?" he teased using her lines against her. She narrowed her eyes.

"Armaan!"

"Sach mein. Agar Papa aajate toh? Ya phir di?" he smiled at her amused at her expressions.

"Hogaya? Mera mazaak udaliya??" he looked at the ceiling and scrunched up his nose in thought, only to receive a slap from her.

"Hogaya hogaya!"

"Armaan, tumhe kaise pata?"

"kya?"

"Mera Harry Potter ka obsession."

"Jo ladki ke room mein, kitaabein desk, ya phir bed par pari ho, lekin ek shelf hai, jahaan Harry Potter 1-7 bohot carefully rakhi huwi hai, aur uske side pe Harry Potter 1-6 ke DVDs hain'"

"Fine I get it!" she hugged him, her face hidden in his chest not believing how much he noticed. "Abh chalein?" she asked as his arms tightened around her.

"Kahaan?"

"Duty Armaan!" he suddenly realized. Of course he had taken half a day off, so had to make up for it. Urghh'he hated doing this. Just a matter of a few more days, he consoled himself. Little did he know, that these few days had the potential to turn into a few more months, then years, then who knows, maybe a lifetime? They both headed out of the fire escape together.

"Dr Armaan, you are doing night duty tonight." Said Dr Keerti sharply.

"What? But Dr Keerti this week I'm off duty at night."

"Mujhe pata hai Dr Armaan! But Last week aapne aadha aadha din kiya and tonight there are a lot of patients. So I thought you should do it. You should be glad to help out."

"But ma'am, I completed all my projects and everything in those half days."

"Well done Dr Mallik! You are doing duty tonight and that is final! Any more arguments and I might just increase it." With that, Keerti stormed off. How dare her interns answer back at her! She hadn't had the guts to do that when she was an intern!

"But ma'am'Shit yaar! Kahan phas gaya. Aaj toh Basket ko Harry Potter'" he put his head in his hands, and grumbled at his bad luck. As soon as he finished his duty, he went and sat in the fire escape, not being able to escape his coming fate. How would Basket react? What would she say? How would she feel? Everything just had to happen at the wrong time! He felt his heart sink horribly down.

Riddhima was looking around for Armaan. Surely he hadn't left already! Firstly, it was kind of early, and secondly he wouldn't leave without telling her a bye atleast. She went to check in the fire escape and saw someone sitting there, with his head against the wall, worry clearly written on his face.

"Armaan'" she stepped down and went to sit next to him. "Tum theek toh ho na?" she took his hand in both of hers and held it securely. He opened his eyes to see his Basket's face in front of him, concern clearly visible. How could he tell her? She had been so excited!

"Basket'" he began then stopped wondering how to put it.

"Kya huwa Armaan?"

"Voh'uhmmm'" why was it so hard to say? She put her hand on his face, and turned it so that he could look into her eyes.

"Kya hai?"

After looking into her eyes he felt worse. She had eons of love held for him in there. So he looked down again.

"Basket, mujhe Dr Keerti ne duty dee hai, aaj raat ko." He finally mumbled out. She looked at him then confusion clouded her face,

"Lekin this week toh Rahul ki duty hai na?"

"Haan, voh patients zyaada hain, aur she thought that because I have been taking half days off for the past week, it would be suitable to ask me."

"Achchaa'toh'" she added uncertainly.

"And that means, I have to'cancel' our date tonight." He couldn't look into her eyes, but if had, he would have the noticed the way her face fell and disappointment took over. She quickly composed herself.

"Itni si baat hai? Tumne mujhe darra diya!" he looked up at her, his face hopeful as she continued. "Armaan. It's work. You have to do it. And we can watch Harry Potter any other day."

"Tum upset nahin ho?" he asked bewildered. He thought she'd be tones upset about it! After all, she had been so excited about the whole thing! Her forehead frowned and she made a face as she put her hand up making a small space between her fore finger and thumb.

"Thodi si." She admitted.

He surprised her by taking her into a hug when they stood up.

"I promise I'll make up for it Basket." he whispered into her ears.

"You had better Armaan. Abh late nahin ho raha?"

"Of course," he quickly pecked her cheek as she closed her eyes and rushed out of the room. When she heard the door shut, her eyes shut, tighter this time, and she slowly sunk to the step with the weight on her heart increasing. Putting her head back against the wall, as Armaan had, she took in the reality. She wasn't going to see Harry Potter 7. Not with Armaan, not with anyone. And somehow, if she really did want to see it now, it would only be with Armaan. Damn, why did her heart take these decisions for her? She sighed sadly. She had thought of so many things! The movie, then she could persuade him to take her out to dinner, if he hadn't already arranged it, just the two of them. She thought this night would be for her, for them. Because the past nights definitely weren't. She had pictured them talking late into the night, heck she had even been trying to decide what to wear, and had already asked Anji to sleep over at their house and to help her decide an outfit! She pictured herself in something sexy, but not revealing. Feeling her heart tugging her down further, she couldn't hide the glum on her face. Her pager beeped, and before she knew it, lunch time was up and Keerti was calling her in her cabin. Crap, she'd skipped breakfast out of hurry and she'd skipped lunch out of distress. And still she wasn't hungry.

Riddhima could finally head home. It was around 6:30. Taking her phone out of her locker, she called Armaan.

"Basket!" he answered the phone ecstatically. This brought a smile to her face.

"Kaise ho? I mean, you managed to survive another afternoon with Sasha? I thought you'd need an ambulance by now."

"Very funny Basket!" he replied sarcastically.

"Okaay..sorry. Bad joke. Kya kar rahe ho?"

"Bas ghar pohoncha abhi abhi."

"Abhi abhi? Poori afternoon kya kiya?"

"Joh ladkiyan hamesha karti aayi hain. Shopping!"

"Hey! It's a great sport! And a cure for a million things," she secretly added to herself, "especially heartbreaks!"

"So, tumne kabse shopping shuru kiya?" she added.

"Uh uh..main shopping nahin kiya. Sasha ko Mumbai ke malls dekhne they."

"Ohhh'Sasha ko Mumbai ke malls dekhne they." Riddhima smiled at herself. This woman knew how to play her cards well. How could Armaan be so thick? He went to show an AMERICAN malls in Mumbai? Didn't you get Malls in LA? And when it came to shopping, most of the shops in the malls were Multi-National companies. Stuff she could easily find in the USA, or anywhere around the world!

"Basket'you there right?"

"Yepp'" she sighed. "Where would I go?"

"And guess who had to hold her bags?" Armaan complained then went on to answer his own question. "Her friend for whom she had come all the way from USA for, because her evil brother refused to! You girls love emotional blackmail don't you?"

"What can I say?" and indeed, what could she say? Was it her imagination, or was Sasha getting to do all the boy-girl friend things with Armaan that Riddhima had a right on? Riddhima felt her mood sink horribly.

"Armaan, mujhe di bula rahi hai. And I'm staying over at Di's for the night."

"Achcha. Where are you? Hospital main ho then can I come pick you up? We'll have some time to ourselves," Armaan proceeded clearly oblivious to the pain and conflict she was going through.

"Uhh, nahin Armaan. I'm at home. I mean, Di's." she lied blatantly, as she closed her eyes.

"Should I come over there?"

"What NO!"

"Kya basket, it seems like you don't want me around." He said in a hurt tone.

"Tch'Armaan aisi baat nahin hai'", but this time her head denied it blatently. She really did not want him around.

"Meri koi value hi nahin rahi teri life mein'" he added full on dramatically.

"Hogayi nautanki?" she asked. "So, kal milte hain."

"Kal kyun? After duty, I could always'"

"Atul aur Anji Mamma aur Papa nahin hai jo jaldi so jayenge."

"hmmm'"

"Armaan kal milte hain. Mujhe jaana hoga." With that, she quickly cut the phone not being able to talk to him any further. The image of Sasha smirking at her wouldn't leave her in the slightest. And right now, she did not want to see Armaan at all. Sighing, she left with Anjali. She wondered what else Sasha did with Armaan. Movies, walking around town with her hand in Armaan's, flirting'..

Shutting these images out of her mind, she looked out of the car window and remembered her times with Armaan. This finally brought a small smile to her face.