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DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER"

PART 1:

HEATHROW AIRPORT, LONDON:

An air India flight had just landed from Mumbai. Two young men arrived on this plane for a 14 day vacation in London.

They are waiting to clear customs and immigration

"Yaar, Sid'..yahan London mein suna hai Punjabi khana bahut achcha milta hai'."

"Armaan! Tu India sey itni door sirf khana khane aaya hai'..aisa hi tha tho wahin reh jaata'."

"Sid, kya baat karta hai'..khali pait ghumna-firna kaise karr saktey hain?'.food first then tourism!"

"Armaan, let me re phrase that for you'.food first'.. then girls'.then pubs'.then may be in sab cheezon se time mila tho London darshan ho jaayengey'."

"EXZACTLY!" Armaan said and they both started laughing

Armaan Mallik and Sid Malhotra were childhhood friends. They had both lived together with each other since 11 years of age. Armaan was an orphan, when Billy Malhotra, Sid's dad adopted him. Since then, the two boys had done everything together. They both just graduated from IIM-Ahmedabad with a MBA degree. Billy Malhotra had gifted them a trip to London as their graduation gift. Billy's wife was deceased, so his world revolved around the two boys. Billy was a retired high court judge and spent most of his time gardening or reading his books. Recently, he had been offered a contract to write a book for law students. He readily agreed, and that is why could not accompany the boys to London.

Armaan was the more outspoken and bratty of the two. He was street smart and a complete charmer. It was rare to see him without a girl in his arms, whether it was school, college or now the real world.

Sid was the shy one; he let Armaan do most of the talking and interaction with other people. Sid loved to write poetry and was a good singer too. Sid had never dated any girls yet. Armaan made fun of him, "Sid, looks like you will die a virgin!'.learn to have fun man!" Sid ignored most of Armaan's outrageous comments as he knew Armaan was good at heart and if need be, would sacrifice his life for Sid.

Armaan was indebted to the Malhotra's for adopting and giving him the opportunity to get a good education. He still remembered how Billy Malhotra had rescued him from the Juvenile court and taken him to his house. The only memory of his own family was that his dad was always drunk and abused his mom. Armaan had run away from home at the age of 8 years and gotten involved in criminal activities like stealing, pick pocketing, and cheating people. A few months later, after he ran away, he heard that his father had died of liquor poisoning and mother had committed suicide soon afterwards. Armaan's battle with the law continued after his parent's death till one day, he was rescued by the kind hearted Billy Malhotra. Armaan was initially introduced into the Malhotra family to help out as part-time domestic help and attend school simultaneously.

Sid and Armaan had a tough time bonding. They were poles apart in their personalities and outlook towards life, but that is what probably brought them close to each other. The turning point in their relationship was the death of Sid's mother, when he was only 12. Sid had a major breakdown after her death; he even became violent and abusive towards others. No one had ever seen Sid like that before-he was the perfect, obedient son that every one was envious of.

Armaan, who had experienced worse things in life, helped Sid deal with that crisis. Billy realized that Armaan was a strong person from inside and would be a good influence on Sid in the long run. Since then, he treated both the boys equally and helped pay for all their education in the best of schools. Billy Malhotra adopted Armaan legally, as his son. Armaan refused to change his last name, though.

"Chachaji, main jab tak Mallik surname se juda rahoonga, I will always remember where I came from and I never won't to forget what I was!" He even called Billy "chachaji," as his memories of his dad were all negative, and he would rather address Billy without remembering his alcoholic and abusive father.

Armaan had a sharp brain and it did not take him time to catch up to Sid's level. They both went into engineering and then completed their MBA from one of the most prestigious business schools in India.

After clearing immigration, they were waiting for their bags to arrive at the baggage claim. Armaan was getting restless; he hated waiting in lines, "main zara ghoom karr aata hoon'zara yahan ka real estate check karr ke aata hoon'.."

Sid smiled, "matlab ladkiyan check karne ja raha hai?"

"I would like to get a headstart'.you know I don't like to waste time in these matters"

Armaan roamed around for a while and then came back. He found Sid staring at a girl across the baggage claim carousel. She was struggling to free her bag from one of the edges of the carousel.

Armaan snapped his fingers, "Hello'hello'kahan kho gaye?"

"Wo'kuch nahin'"

"OH'.lagta hai uska bag phans gaya hai'..kahan ki hogi yeh ladki?"

"Mujhey kya pata?'.Indian lagti hai'.yahin rehti hogi London mein"

"Naa'I think London ghoomney aayai hai" Armaan said as he checked her out from top to bottom.

"Kapdon se tho yahin ki lagti hai'.you know'.look at the way she is dressed" Sid retorted

"Yaar, kapdey tho aaj kal India ki ladkiyan bhi sabsey modern pehnthi hai'gaye wo salwar kameez ke din'chal aisa kartey hein poonch karr aatey hain'..."

"Nahin'yaar'rehney de" Sid said shyly

"C'mon man'.OK 100 rupees'.or rather 10 pounds ki shart" Armaan said and walked towards the girl, who was still struggling to free her bag.

"Let me help you'." Armaan intervened and pulled out her bag from the carousal

'Thanks'." The girl said

"Mention not'.parr yeh bataayie'.aap kahan ki hain?"

"What? Aap se matlab?" she sounded a little annoyed at the stranger's over friendliness

"Wo'mera dost'.wo jo wahan khada hai'" Armaan pointed towards Sid, who was trying his best, to hide his face from embarrassment, "uski aur meri 10 pounds ki shart lagi hai'wo kehta hai aap London mein rehne wali hain aur main kehta hoon aap India mein hi rehti hain aur yahan ghoomney aayi hain'.that's the only reason I ask"

The girl could not help smiling at this stranger's frankness, "well, main Mumbai mein rehti hoon, yahan ghoomney aayi hoon'..mere dad bhi aaye hain mere saath'wo cart lene gaye hain'.thanks'nice to meet you'.."

"Ek minute'.ek minute, mere dost se bhi mil lee jiye'.I would like him to know that I have won the bet.."

Armaan gestured Sid to join them. Sid was reassured when he saw that the girl was still standing there and was not ready to kill them.

"Yeh'.Sid Malhotra hai'mera sab sey achcha dost'.actually mera bhai hai'ladkiyon se bahut darta hai'." Armaan introduced Sid.

'Hello'..aap Armaan ki baton mein mat aayie'.yeh tho aise hi bak-bak karta hai'."

"Main bak-bak karta hoon?'.OK insey poonch lee jiye ki shart kaun jeeta hai?" Armaan pointed towards the girl, who could not help smiling at the interaction between the 2 friends.

"Sidji, aapkey dost shart jeet gaye hain'."

Sid looked at Armaan, "wo tho jeet ni hi thi'."

"Kyon?" Armaan asked innocently

"Kyonki'.ladkiyon ke maamley mein tu zyada experienced hai'." Sid replied shyly

"Waise'.aap ko kaise pata chala?" the girl asked curiously

"Seedhi si baat hai'..London ki ladkiyan zyada workout wagarah karti hain tho unkey muscles zyada strong hotey hain'.hamari Hindustani ladkiyan zara naazuk hoti hain'.tabhi aap bag nahin utha saki'"

The girl's facial expression changed from a friendly smile to a cold stare, "Bye'Mr Armaan and Sid'..NICE TO MEET YOU BOTH 'good luck with your 10 pounds!!'." She stomped off.

"Arre'.miss'apna naam tho bata te jaaiye'" Armaan called from behind

"Armaan'tu bhi'.kya soch raho hogi wo?" Sid pulled Armaan back

"why are you so worried about her, Sid? Sochney de jo sochna hai'..let's go '.hamare bags aa rahey hain'."
PART 2:

Armaan and Sid checked into their hotel soon after leaving the airport. It was a nice sunny day in London and they both wanted to take advantage of the weather and go sightseeing.

Sid looked over at all the brochures, "Armaan'.yeh bataa'.pehley kahan chaley?"

Armaan was busy flipping channels on the TV, "jahan tu le jaayega wahan chaloonga''bas pait ko khane ke liye kuch mil jaaye aur aankhon ko sunder kudiyan mil jaayen'.."

"Yaar kabhi tho serious ho jaaya kar''bataa Eye of London aaj chalein ya phir river cruise kar lein, ya pehle museums chalein'ya palaces'.??"

"Sid, why can't you make some decisions'.sab kuch mujh sey hi poonchta hai'" Armaan was annoyed as he was busy checking out the playboy channel, "yaar'apney cable waale sey kuch aise channel bhi lene chahiye'."

Sid got up and turned the TV off,"yeh le apna jacket'let's go now!" he said firmly

"OK'OK'.ab liya na kuch decision tuney'..pata nahin shaadi kaise karega'.biwi bhi mujhey hi select karni padhegi tere liye'."

Armaan and Sid decided to start their tour of London with a cruise on River Thames. That way they would have an overview of the city.

They boarded the ferry and settled down on the rear side of the boat, with their camera and binoculars.

"Photos tho tu hi le, Sid'..I will check out the horizons with my binoculars'.." Armaan handed the bulky camera to Sid. Armaan did not have the patience to mess around with the camera- Sid was more organized and more artistic-he was usually the cameraman when they went on vacations.

As Armaan surveyed the "horizons," Sid asked him, "Armaan'tu bahar ki scenery kyon nahin dekh raha'..yeh ferry ke logon parr hi kyon focus karr raha hai?"

"Sid'..you won't believe, what I just saw'.." Armaan said excitedly

"Kya'.Buckingham palace dikh raha hai yahan se?"

"Nahin'..wo baggage claim wali ladki'..she is on the same ferry'.dekh bilkul aagey khadi hai'saath mein ek budha bhi hai'."

"ARMAAN!'leave her alone'."

"Why are you so protective about her? Main ussey khaa thode hi jaaoonga'chal let's go and say HI"

"ARMAAN! Tu bhi'." Sid followed him like a lamb.

"Hello, Uncle! My name is Armaan Mallik. I am from Mumbai" Armaan purposely ignored the "baggage claim" girl and talked to the elderly gentleman with her. Sid had his eyes buried in the ground but stole glances at the girl every so often.

"Hello'..how are you?" the elderly gentleman shook hands with Armaan

"I am fine sir, in sey miliye'.yeh mera bhai Sid Malhotra hai'." Sid extended his hand to shake hands.

"Bhai? Yeh Malhotra aur tum Mallik?" the elderly gentleman was puzzled

"Oh'uncle'.hamara rishta hi kuch aisa hai'.kabhi fursat mein samjhaaunga'" Armaan said as he put his arm around Sid.

"Well, nice to meet you young men'.mera naam Shashank Gupta hai, retired high court judge from Jaipur, parr ab Mumbai mein hi rehta hoon'.and this is my daughter'." Shashank pointed towards the girl standing next to him.

"OH'.we know her'Miss Baggage claim!" Armaan laughed and winked at the girl

Shashank started laughing too, "what a coincidence'.it means we all came by the same flight too'.she is my only daughter and my only reason to live, RIDDHIMA!" he hugged his daughter.

"Hello'.Riddhima" Armaan said enthusiastically. Riddhima answered curtly, "Hi'..thanks for helping me with the bags again" she lowered her eyes as she could feel Armaan's eyes staring her down. She wanted to clarify to her dad, that she knew them as acquaintances only, as they had helped her with her bags.

Sid stood there quietly admiring Riddhima's beauty. She was dressed in a skirt and a sleeveless top with a scarf on her neck. Her shoes and purse were well coordinated with her outfit. Riddhima turned around and started looking outside at the river and the city of London.

Sid finally spoke, "Uncle aap ney kaha high court judge? Mere papa bhi retired judge hain'parr wo Mumbai mein hi posted the"

"Kya naam bataaya unka?" Shashank was curious

"Billy Malhotra, uncle" Sid said
"OH'.Billy'.hum dono ek hi college mein the'in fact I was junior to him'.we have even met at some law conferences in recent years'.what a small world?" Shashank was pleased to meet the young men and shook their hands again.

Riddhima, with her shades on, was busy admiring the city of London, she had no interest in the two men, especially the over-talkative, over-friendly man. Somehow she felt a little uncomfortable when his piercing gaze fell on her. The other man seemed nice and polite, perhaps she could become friends with him, if needed she thought.

"Papa'.wo dekhiye London Eye'..why don't we go there next"

"What a coincidence! Hum log bhi wahin jaa rahey the'"Armaan butted in

Sid gave him a stare and whispered in his ears, "Armaan'.we are?"

"Now we are'." Armaan whispered back.

Shashank was delighted. These two men were well educated, appeared single and were from a good family'..what else could he ask for?'..may be one of them would be a suitable boy for his princess?

Riddhima was not too thrilled when she heard that they were all going to the same destination.

As they waited in line for tickets, Armaan kept them all entertained with his jokes and outrageous comments. Riddhima noticed that his gaze wandered around whenever he saw young good-looking woman pass by. Riddhima kept her distance from him, as she was not sure about his intentions. She preferred to talk to Sid, who just answered in monosyllables with his eyes to the ground.

Riddhima tried to engage Sid in a conversation, "aap kaam kartey hain kahin, ya abhi college mein hain?"

Before Sid could answer, Armaan replied, "hum dono abhi IIM sey graduate kiye hain'.ab wapas jaakar job-wob dhoondengey'.aap kya karti hain?"

Riddhima rolled her eyes and said, "Maine fashion designing ka course abhi poora kiya hai'..main apni boutique kholney ki soch rahi hoon'."

Shashank intervened, "Riddhima ke designs tho college mein hi bahut popular ho gaye the'.she had many offers from designers to join them, but she prefers to start something on her own. She also sings on the radio sometimes'." He was beaming as he proudly talked about her achievements.

"Papa'.please!!" Riddhima looked embarrassed.

Armaan decided to leave Riddhima alone with Sid, as he could sense her irritation. He started whistling and checked out a woman in the neighboring aisle. Riddhima could not help notice where Armaan's eyes were wandering. She thought, "what a cheapster?'.kisi ladki ko nahin chhodta'.parr main kyon bother ho rahi hoon?'.he has not said or done anything to me'.why does he have that affect on me?"

They finally boarded one of the capsules of the London Eye. As they were entering the capsule, Armaan accidentally placed his hand over Riddhima's, which was resting on one of the railings. As soon as his hand touched hers, she felt like she had been struck by lightening'.she looked up at him'..he was staring at her but soon realized what had happened'.he took his hand away and said, "I am sorry'..did not see where I was going'" he smiled and looked outside the window.

Riddhima moved away and stood next to her dad for rest of the journey on the famous wheel. Armaan had his binoculars on during most of the trip, Sid was busy clicking pictures, Shashank enjoyed the London skyline, Riddhima tried to focus on the scenery but felt distracted, and kept stealing glances with the handsome tall man with the binoculars'.
PART 3:

After their tour in the Millennium wheel (London Eye) was over, they all decided to get something to eat.

"Paas hi mein ek Punjabi restaurant hai'.any one interested?" Armaan asked, hoping everyone would just follow.

"Haan'jahan tum kaho'." Shashank followed

"Parr'.papa'.wahan vegetarian choices shayad zyaada na ho'" Riddhima whined

"kahin aur chaltey hain'.jahan bhi Riddhima chahey'" Sid spoke up finally

"Guys'.don't worry'yadi Riddhima vegetarian hai tho main usska intezaam karwa doonga.." Armaan said

"Yeh Mumbai nahin hai Armaan jo sab tumhari baat maan jaayengey'" Sid was worried

'Yaar Sid'tussi tension mat liya karo'..main hoon na!" Armaan led the way to the restaurant. Riddhima frowned, "yeh apni baat manwa kerr hi rehta hai'.at least Sid was considerate enough"

They settled down in a corner in the cozy restaurant. The aroma of the delicious spices act as an appetizer for all of them. Armaan went inside the kitchen, like he owned the restaurant, to the amazement of Riddhima and Shashank. He came a few minutes later, "kaam ho gaya'."

Sid smiled, "Armaan'.tu bhi har jagah apna kaam banaa hi leta hai'"

The waiter came in to take their orders for drinks.

"A beer please" Shashank ordered

"Me too'.Beer'" Sid repeated

"Water'." Both Armaan and Riddhima said simultaneously.

"Tum beer nahi peetey'.tumharey tandoori chicken ke saath bahut jamegi?" Shashank was surprised.

"Nahin uncle'..main sharaab nahi peeta'.waise hi itni behki-behki baatein karta hoon'..peeloonga tho pata nahin kya-kya bak doonga'." Armaan, of course did not mention the real reason-his alcoholic dad had turned him away from alcohol for the rest of his life.
Riddhima looked up as Armaan spoke; she was surprised too'.Armaan just did not look like a teetotaler!

When the food was served, Riddhima was shocked to see the variety of vegetarian dishes the cook had whipped up for her.

"Main yeh sab kaise khaaungi?" she asked

"Don't worry'.the cook is doing a favor to us'..these are just samplers'.you can eat all you want'." Armaan answered

Shashank and Riddhima were surprised at how Armaan had managed to talk the cook into making so many special vegetarian dishes for them, without even charging!

Riddhima had never tasted such good food before, "Armaan'.maan na padhega'..aap ney kuch tho jaadu kiya hai cook parr'" she complimented him.

"Armaan ka jaadu tho saari duniya parr chaya huya hai'." Sid patted Armaan's back as they walked out of the restaurant.

Armaan and Sid dropped Shashank and Riddhima at their hotel in the evening

'Uncle'.we will see you in the morning'..let's all spend another day, sightseeing together'."Armaan waved them good bye

"Sounds like a plan son!" Shashank waved back

AT NIGHT:

Armaan hit the bed and was fast asleep within minutes

Sid tossed and turned as he remembered the day with Riddhima; he had never seen such a beautiful girl before'..he looked forward to seeing her again the next morning.

Riddhima tossed and turned as she tried to understand what Armaan was all about?'.was he really as loud and obnoxious as he appeared on the outside, or was he hiding some pain deep inside by behaving outrageously?''.why was she so conscious about herself when she was near Armaan''why did he make her aware of her being a woman and he a man, each time he looked at her'..why????

She thought about Sid-he seemed sweet, patient, understanding, sensitive'..and she felt comfortable with him'..she felt like she could be herself with him'..just like she would with any good friend'..how could two brothers be so different???

NEXT MORNING:

Riddhima woke up early and was ready to leave, but was surprised to see her dad still in bed. She went close to him, "Arre'papa'aap ko tho bukhaar hai'.." she took out her medicine kit and checked his temperature, "103!'Papa'aap kahin nahin jaayengey'."

"Beti'main rest karr loonga'Armaan aur Sid aaney waale honge'..tum unkey saath chali jaao'"

"Nahin papa'.main aap ko chhod karr nahin jaaoongi'." Riddhima argued.

There was a knock at the door. Riddhima opened the door to find Armaan and Sid staring at her. She was dressed in a long skirt with a halter neck top with matching high heels, purse and scarf'.she was aware both the men found her attractive, but she turned away and said, "sorry'papa bimaar hai'aap log jaaiye'.main yahin rahoongi'"

"No way'you can't be sitting inside on this beautiful day'" Armaan protested, "Main uncle ke saath bait tha hoon'waise bhi sightseeing is not my cup of tea'.aaj India England ka one day match bhi hai'.uncle do you like cricket?"

"Sure beta'.paar tum teeno chaley jao ghoomney'..I will be fine'.I just need some rest'yeh sab tumharey tandoori chicken sey hua hai.." Shashank laughed

Sid intervened, "Nahin'.main uncle ke saath reh jaata hoon'"

The 3 of them started arguing about who would stay and who would go.

Riddhima finally put her foot down, "OK..OK'I have a suggestion'.main aadha din Sid ke saath jaaoongi aur phir lunch ke baad Armaan ke saath'.will that work?"

They all agreed to the arrangement. Riddhima and Sid left after saying goodbye, "see you after lunch, Armaan!"

Sid and Riddhima roamed around in some of the museums and palaces. Riddhima was fascinated by the queen's and princess Diana's collection of garments, jewelry, accessories. Sid followed her wherever she wanted to go.

Once they were trying to cross a street, but Sid was busy taking photographs. He tried to capture Riddhima in every photograph he clicked. Riddhima saw a bus approaching them very closely; she grabbed Sid's hand and pulled him back to the street. "Sid! Be careful'abhi bus ke neeche aa jaate!"

Sid was dumb struck'.no girl had ever held his hand before'..he looked at Riddhima and then at his hand where she had touched him'..he was really happy.

Riddhima did not notice Sid caressing his hand, where she had touched him. She was interested in getting across the street, so she would not miss the show at their next museum.

They had lunch together. Riddhima noticed that Sid had scribbled something on a notepad. She turned her face and started reading, "Sid'.yeh tumney likhi hai?"

Sid nodded. He had written a beautiful poem (in reality composed by our very talented Pallavi from TCC)

Fizayen sur bhi haseen ho gayi
Tera jo haseen saath ho
Sheher yeh aur bhi rangeen ho gayi
Haathon mein jab tera haath ho

Saath chaltey chaltey
Safar aisey hi kat jaye
Din yeh dhaltey dhaltey
Per shaam Kabhi na aaye

Yun hi chaltey rahey
Mulaqaton ka silsila
Teri nazdeekion mein
Mujhko apna kinara mila!

Pallavi

Riddhima smiled and said, "I did not know business school mein poetry bhi sikhaatey hain'."

Sid said shyly, "wo 'bas'kabhi kabhi'.likh leta hoon"

Riddhima asked him to recite some of his other poems, which he did. Sid took time to open up with people, but there was something about Riddhima that made him very comfortable. She was not judgmental about him; she respected him for what he was-something he had not experienced with too many people except perhaps, Armaan. There was no one who understood Sid better than Armaan'.no one'not even Sid himself'.

They got back to the hotel after lunch to find Shashank napping and Armaan watching the cricket match on TV

"arre'you guys are back so soon?" Armaan opened the door.

"Kya score chal raha hai?" Sid asked curiously

"Usual story'.India all out for 210 runs'Englad has just started batting'.." Armaan sounded disheartened at his home team's performance.

Armaan and Riddhima left Sid with Shashank and ventured out into the streets of London.

"Chalo'bus ya subway le lete hain.." Riddhima suggested

"Nahin'c'mon'let's walk'.paidal chalney se hi shahar achche se ghoom saktey hain'"

"Parr..Armaan hum sab cheezen nahin dek sakengey''London is so big!"

"Koyi homework poora thode hi karna hai'don't check the boxes Riddhima'.let's enjoy the city" he pulled her hand and started crossing the street. Riddhima's face turned red as soon as he touched her; she just followed him, unaware of where they were going.

They came to the famous 'Tower of London," Riddhima was really interested in going there. They purchased tickets and went inside.

Armaan barely stayed inside for 5 minutes; he went out and sat on a bench in the beautiful lawns of the monument. Riddhima stayed back, as she enjoyed observing all the artifacts and jewels and crowns of the old world.

Riddhima joined him after an hour, "kya hua? Itni jaldi kaise aa gaye? They have a very exquisite collection here'"

"You know Riddhima, jab main chhota tha'.main bhi ek chor tha.." Riddhima was shocked to hear that. She said, "Chor?"

"Haan..chor'jab main ghar se bhaaga tha tho chori karney laga tha'parr main un logon sey chori karta tha jo mujh sey bahut zyaada amir the'.parr us zurm ke liya bhi mujhey juvenile court mein jaana padha tha''yahan is tower mein ek amir desh ney, ek gharib desh ka saaman chura karr rakha hai'..aur saari duniya sey yahan log aakar un precious cheezon ko aakar appreciate kartey hain'..yahan ke chor kisi court mein kyon nahin pesh hotey?" Armaan's voice was trembling in anger and he got up from the bench to leave.

Riddhima got up and followed him to the exit gate, "Armaan'.I had no idea you are so patriotic'."

"Kyon? Do I have to wear a dhoti-kurta to be one?" they both started laughing. Armaan's comments and views on different issues always amazed Riddhima'..he was full of contradictions''Jaisa lagta hai'shayad waisa hai nahin'.

"Chalo'coffee peetey hain" Armaan suggested.

They sat down and ordered coffee. Riddhima looked at Armaan, who was still wearing his dark glasses indoors, "Armaan, aap andar bhi kaala chashma pehney hain?"

He laughed, "Oh yeh'.main nahin chahta koyi meri aankhon mein dekhey,,,iss liye'" he took them off and looked at her, pointing to his glasses, "these are like curtains'..no one has ever looked inside my window," he winked at her as he sipped his coffee. Riddhima was confused at his comment again and changed the subject, "aap ney bataaya nahin'Sid kitni achchi kavita likhtey hain'."

"Oh Ya'Sid gaana bhi bahut achcha gaata hai'.aap bhi tho gaati hai na?"

"Haan'kabhie kabhie'but do you also write poetry?"

Armaan laughed out loudly, "poetry or main?'.mujhey kabhi samajh nahin aaya poets kehna kya chahtey hain'for instance'..kavi kehtey hain badal jaise ghaney baal'.." he looked at her thick open straight hair admiringly, and continued, "ab dekhiye'aap ke baalon ko main yadi ghaney badal kahun tho aapkey baalon ki insult hogi'.ghaney badal are like a old woman's thatch of grey hair'your hair are way prettier than that'..and then my favorite is chaand jaisa mukhda'..aapke face ko main yadi chaand kahoon, that would be an insult'..chaand ko paas sey dekho tho kitney gaddhey hain uss par'.aapkey chehrey par tho ek pimple bh nahin hai'"

" "Armaan'you are too much'" she laughed

Armaan looked into her eyes, "another one'.kavi kehtey hain uski aankhey machli jaisi hain'.yadi aapki aankhein machli jaisi hoti, tho kya main unkey andar jhaank kar aapke dil ki baat jaan paata'sirf scales and fins hi dikhtey" Riddhima's face turned red at that comment and she lowered her eyes.

"kavi yeh bhi kehtey hain ki uskey honth gulab ke phool ki tarah hai'." She looked up at him trying to understand what he was really saying'was he making fun of poets or indirectly complimenting her looks and features'..

Armaan continued, "I think that is a wrong analogy'.when I kiss a woman, I just don't kiss her lips'I work all around her face'her neck and ehem..ehem'.but if I were to kiss a rose, it is surrounded by thorns every where'.I think that is an insult to woman's beauty'" Riddhima was completely red now'..she felt like had actually been kissed by him at all those spots.

"Sorry! I did not mean to insult poets'"Armaan saw the expression on her face-a mixture of horror and shock-he loved seeing such expressions on people, specially her!

He tried to lighten up the air, "waise'main ek analogy dey sakta hoon'.you know I am not a poet'''jab aap hansti hain na'.tab aisa lagta hai'aisa lagta hai ki ek banjar zameen parr baarish ki pehli boondein gir rahi ho'.wohi khushi aap ki muskurahat bhi mere'.mera matlab hai aur sab logon ko bhi milti hogi'"

Riddhima looked at him, trying to understand him again, but before she could look into his eyes for answers, Armaan got up and put his dark glasses back on, "Let's go Riddhima'.."
PART 4:

Armaan and Riddhima left the coffee shop; they walked a few blocks without saying a word to each other. Although, there was a deafening silence between them, they both felt that their little chat about poetry and poets had shown them a glimpse into each other's hearts.

Riddhima's expressive eyes and her facial expressions told Armaan that she was obviously attracted to him. Riddhima understood that Armaan had indirectly complimented her, and her looks. As they were lost in their thoughts, unpredictable London weather showered them with a burst of rainfall. They ran to get shelter, as they were not prepared for the deluge.

Armaan looked back to see if Riddhima was following-he saw that she had slipped on the pavement and was trying to remove her sandals. Armaan ran back to her, "KYA HUA!" the thunder was deafening and he had to shout at the top of his lungs.

Riddhima, who was still on the ground, showed him her sandal- the high heel had snapped into two as she was running.

Armaan shook his head and gave her a hand to stand up. She removed the other sandal too and ran bare foot behind him till they found a shelter.

When they were finally in a covered area, Armaan spoke, "RIDDHIMA! High heels kyun pehni? Itna chlna padhta hai yahan'kuch comfortable pehan na chahiye tha.."

"Who said I am not comfortable in high heels?'..I was practically born wearing them!" she snapped

"You women!" he shook his head and smiled, "fashion karna zaroori hai'chahey jaan hi chali jaaye'."

"Meri galti kahan hai yadi meri sandal ek pot hole mein attak gayi?'." She was visibly annoyed

Armaan just smiled and figured it was best to stay quiet. When the rain subsided, they started walking again.

"Riddhima'chalo wahan shoe store hai'.let's get some shoes for you'.aagey bahut chalna hai'"

Riddhima agreed as walking bare foot was more uncomfortable than walking with one broken sandal.

Riddhima looked at various shoes and sandals but Armaan, who was standing in a corner, kept shaking his head and rejecting her choices. He finally came over with a beautiful pair of sandals, which were not too high but looked trendy and comfortable. Riddhima tried them out and agreed to buy them, "Armaan'.you have good taste in shoes," she said as she paid for them.

Armaan looked at her from head to toe and rolled his tongue, "I know'.I have good taste!"

Riddhima flustered at his last comment as she felt his eyes touching every part of her body, "oh..oh'let's go'"

Armaan then stopped in front of a trendy clothing store, "Riddhima'..do you mind helping me select something for one of my girlfriend's?"

"ONE of your girlfriend's?'..how many do you have?" she laughed


"Well, I have lost track, hongi koyi 10-15'..parr that keeps changing by the hour'.I need to be ready'.you know" he winked and they both started laughing

Armaan selected a beautiful pastel colored knee length dress, 'Riddhima'can you please try this?"

"Why me? I may be a different size from your girlfriend'.."

He looked her over, making her uncomfortable, specially as she was still dripping from the rain, her top and skirt hugging her body and accentuating her curves even more, "Nahin'she is about your size'.please try it out'" she could not say no and went to the fitting room.

She saw her reflection in the mirror after changing up- the dress was as though made for her-she came out and displayed herself to Armaan.

Armaan, with his fingers resting on his chin, thought for a moment and said, "let's see'." He turned her around with his hands and checked her out from all angles, "chalega'..I think she will like it'" Riddhima felt a little insulted for a moment, "I am not a mannequin'I am just helping you out'.let me go and change!" she turned around to go back to the fitting room.

Armaan grabbed her wrist, "Don't change Riddhima'..just bring your old clothes back'..you need to wear something dry, warna uncle ki tarah tum bhi bimaar ho jaaogi.." Riddhima did not realize that Armaan had addressed her as "tum" now and not "aap" anymore'..it was just so natural'almost like it was his "haq"

Riddhima crossed her arms ," main itni naazuk nahin hoon'..Ahchee!'.ahchee!" before she could complete her sentence, she broke out into a fit of sneezes'..Armaan just smiled and went ahead and paid for the outfit.

As they were walking outside, Riddhima asked, "Armaan'.aap directly kuch baat kyon nahin kehtey'harr cheez ko ghuma phira ke kyon kehtey ho'.?"

Armaan turned to her and seriously said, "Riddhima, jab zindagi hi ek seedha rasta nahin hai'tho hum kyon kisi ke liye seedha seedha rasta apnaaye'.let other's figure it out themselves," he smiled and put his dark glasses back again as the sun peeked out from the clouds again.

Riddhima disagreed, "Armaan'zindagi yadi itni uljhi huyi hai'.why not make it easier by being straight forward rather than making it more mysterious?"

Armaan had no answer for her; he just walked towards the next subway station, "chalo'train se wapas chaltey hain'."

They boarded the train towards Riddhima's hotel. Armaan sat across from Riddhima in the train. They both pretended that they were busy doing something else-Armaan had a newspaper and Riddhima was looking out of the window-but kept exchanging glances with each other every so often. Armaan's eyes were still shielded by his shades, but he had a nagging feeling that Riddhima was able to see them through the dark glasses'..

Song in background-a new beautiful song from "Anwar"- "maula mere maula sung by Roop Kumar Rathod (definitely worth listening if u haven't heard yet..)


http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-57577.html

Maula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere - 4aankhein teri - 2, kitni haseenki inkaa aashiq, mein ban gayaa hoonmujhako basaa le, iname tu(ishq haimaula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere - 2) - 3ki inakaa aashiq, mein ban gayaa hoonmujhako basaa le, iname tumujhase yeh har ghadi, meraa dil kahetum hi ho usaki aarzoomujhase yeh har ghadi, mere lab kaheteri hi ho sab guftagoobaatein teri itni haseen, main yaad inko jab kartaa hoonphoolon si aaye, khushaboorakh loon chhupaa ke main kahin tujhakosaayaa bhi teraa naa main doonrakh loon banaa ke kahin ghar, main tujhesaath tere, main hi rahoonjulfen teri, itni ghanidekh ke inako, yeh sochataa hoonsaaye me, inake main jiyoon(ishq haimaula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere - 2) - 3(meraa dil yahi bolaa, meraa dil yahi bolaa,yaara raaj yeh usane hai mujh par kholaaki hai ishq mohabbat, jiske dil meinusko pasand karta hai maulaa) - 3...
PART 5:
Armaan and Riddhima reached the hotel room by late afternoon.

"Match ka kya hua?" Armaan asked as soon as they returned

"Usual story'.India lost by 5 wickets'..kahan kahan ghoom aaye?" Sid asked; he was surprised to see Riddhima dressed in different clothes and Armaan still wet from the rain.

"Lagta hai baarish mein bheeg gaye'.." Shashank said

"Uncle'how are you feeling now?" Armaan enquired

"Perfect'..thanks to both of you'.I managed to get rest and Riddhima did not miss out on London''.bahut achche ladke ho aap dono'..Billy has done a good job raising you" Shashank was mentally making notes about who would be a better suitor for his daughter.

"Thanks uncle'.aisa kartey hain raat ka dinner yahin parr kartey hain'.we will just order in, that way we can all be here with you'." Armaan suggested

"Sounds like a plan'."Riddhima said as she got rid of her sandals and plunged into the couch.

"I will just go back and change, Sid why don't you order?" Armaan looked at Sid

"No'why don't I come with you'.mere camera ki disc bhi full ho chuki hai'I need another one'." Sid intervened

"OK'.we will see you in an hour or so'." Armaan and Sid left as Riddhima rested on the couch and dozed off

'Riddhima'Riddhima?" Shashank wanted to talk to her about the two men but found her deep in sleep and just shook his head and smiled. 'Waise tho dono ladkey achchey hain, parr Sid zyada seedha saadha hai, aur waise bhi Armaan tho adopted hai'hmm'..Riddhima ki jo bhi marzi ho'.I will be accept it'" he closed his eyes and dozed off too.

[SIZE=7>ARMAAN AND SID'S HOTEL ROOM:

As Armaan was changing his clothes, he saw a red mark on the left sleeve of his shirt, 'Hmm'looks like a lipstick mark..," he remembered Riddhima standing close to him when they were under the shelter from the rain. At one point, there was a loud thunder and she had literally squeezed his arm from fear, most likely her lips must have touched his sleeve then. He smiled as he remembered how close she had been and then kissed the lipstick stain, "ab yeh shirt kabhi laundary mein nahin jaayegi"

Armaan turned around and saw Sid's camera lying on the bed. He picked it up and said, 'Hey Sid, abhi disc mat change karna'.let me look at the pictures from the morning'.dekhey kya miss kiya mainey'."

Armaan reviewed all the pictures and felt a lump in his throat-all the pictures had one theme- Riddhima, Riddhima, Riddhima- with various London landmarks in the background, most of them barely visible or out of focus. Armaan looked up at Sid and tried to hide the pain in his voice, "Sid'yeh London darshan huye hain ya Riddhima darshan?"

"Kya matlab?" Sid came closer, at that comment

Armaan pointed the camera's LED screen towards him, "Yeh kya hai'.I can't tell yeh London hai ya Mumbai'but I can definitely tell you like Riddhima!" he smiled and patted Sid's back. Sid lowered his eyes and shyly replied, "yaar'.aisa kuch nahin hai'.mujhey apney jaisa mat samajh'."

"Mere jaisa nahin hai tabhi tho chup hai'.main hota tho kab ka zor zor sey elaan karr deta ki I LIKE RIDDHIMA'.stay off limits!"

"Let it go Armaan'..chal let's go'..wo mujhey kyon pasand karegi?.."

"Kyon nahin karegi?" Armaan asked

'Yaar'wo thodi modern type hai'I am not that outgoing you know'."

"Sid wo kitni bhi modern ho, andar se bilkul seedi saadhi hindustani ladki hai'.I can say that confidently"

"Chal'they would be waiting for us" Sid extended his hand for his camera

Armaan gave the camera back to Sid and smiled to himself, "Sid'.you have made the right choice'." He tried to wipe the tear that had just rolled down from his eye; he put on his jacket and collected the room keys.

[SIZE=7>RIDDHIMA'S ROOM:

After dinner, they all sat around and chatted. Armaan observed that Sid was smitten by Riddhima. Sid did not participate in the conversation as much as he spent time gazing at Riddhima. Riddhima noticed that Armaan looked a little worn down himself-he was not his jovial self-may be he was tired from all the walking in the rain she thought.

"Hey'Riddhima'please sing a song for us'" Armaan said out of the blue

"Sing?" she was surprised at the change of the topic

"Haan'pehley tum gaao'..phir Sid gaayega'" he winked at Sid

"A..Armaan'.please main nahin'." Sid came out of his trance

"You guys can decide kaun pehley gaayega'..gaana tho hai tum dono ko'" Armaan said authoritatively

Shashank agreed with Armaan, "Haan beti'tere gaane sey meri tabiyat bhi theek ho jaayegi'Armaan beta tum nahin gaatey?"

"Oh..uncle'yahan London mein gadhey nahin hain'warna unkey liye zaroor gaa deta'aap log tho mera gaana sun nahin paayengey" Armaan laughed as everyone joined in.

"He is right about that'.ek baar Armaan was singing in the bathroom, I had to leave the house'itna besuraa hai yeh'.." Sid laughed as he complimented Armaan on his singing skills.

Riddhima smiled as she thought how comfortable the 2 men were with each other-they pulled each other's legs with the same ease, as they helped each other. She could tell their personalities were poles apart but they complimented each other so well, that there was almost no room for anyone else in their relationship. She felt a little envious- would she ever be able to be a part of their camaraderie, may be as the third angle of the triangle??

Riddhima looked out and saw it was still raining. She sang this beautiful song to welcome the rain, "sawan ke jhoole" from "Jurmana"

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-40143.html

saawan ke zoole pade, tum chale aaotum chale aao, tum chale aaoaanchal naa chhode meraa, paagal huyee hain pawanab kyaa karu main jatan dhadake jiyaa jaise panchhee udedil ne pukaaraa tumhe, yaadon ke parades seaatee hain jo desh sen, hum us dagar pe hain kab se khadejab hum mile the piyaa, tum kitane naadaan thehum kitane anajaan the, baalee umareeyaan mein nainaa laden

As she sang, she kept stealing glances with Armaan, who purposely had his eyes closed as if enjoying the song. He knew if he looked at Riddhima, she would be able to read his mind. He would not be able to control his emotions as he heard the beautiful lyrics of the song.
Sid stared at Riddhima without blinking and was lost in her melodious voice.

Armaan and Sid gave her a standing ovation at the end of the song. Riddhima just blushed and lowered her eyes.

Sid sang a beautiful ghazal from "umrao jaan"- "zindagi jab bhi"

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-2104.html

zindagi jab bhi teri bazm mein laati hai hamen ye zamin chand se behatar nazar aati hai hamen surkh phulon se mahak uthati hain dil ki rahen din dhale yun teri aawaz bulaati hai hamen yaad teri kabhi dastak kabhi saragoshi se raat ke pichhale prahar roz jagaati hai hamen har mulaqat ka anjaam judai kyun hai ab to har vaqt yahi baat satati hai hamen

Every one complimented Sid for the beautiful ghazal. Riddhima looked at Armaan and thought about the last few lines of the ghazal, "har mulaqat ka anjaam judai kyun hai'."

She wanted to spend more time with them''or was it just Armaan?

Armaan and Sid finally left later in the night.

As Riddhima settled to go to bed, Shashank asked, "beti'.main soch raha hoon, tumhari shaadi karr deni chahiye.."

"PAPA! Are you tired of me?"

"Nahin beti'..you will get tired of me'.batao Sid aur Armaan mein sey kaun pasand hai?"

"WHAT? Papa aap kya keh rahey hain? Maine unkey baarey mein aisa socha bhi nahin hai'.please papa soney dee jiye'good night" She put her head on the pillow and fell asleep reminiscing the events of the day'..the rain'..how close she was to Armaan'..Armaan grabbing her hand''zzz

That night, everyone slept well except Armaan, who tossed and turned in bed all night'..mujhey aaj tak kisi ladki ke liye aisa mahsoos nahin hua'..phir ab kyon?'.nahin mujhey aisa sochna bhi nahin chahiye'.Sid ko pehli baar kisi ladki mein interest aaya hai'..he deserves the best''.

Armaan and Riddhima reached the hotel room by late afternoon.

"Match ka kya hua?" Armaan asked as soon as they returned

"Usual story'.India lost by 5 wickets'..kahan kahan ghoom aaye?" Sid asked; he was surprised to see Riddhima dressed in different clothes and Armaan still wet from the rain.

"Lagta hai baarish mein bheeg gaye'.." Shashank said

"Uncle'how are you feeling now?" Armaan enquired

"Perfect'..thanks to both of you'.I managed to get rest and Riddhima did not miss out on London''.bahut achche ladke ho aap dono'..Billy has done a good job raising you" Shashank was mentally making notes about who would be a better suitor for his daughter.

"Thanks uncle'.aisa kartey hain raat ka dinner yahin parr kartey hain'.we will just order in, that way we can all be here with you'." Armaan suggested

"Sounds like a plan'."Riddhima said as she got rid of her sandals and plunged into the couch.

"I will just go back and change, Sid why don't you order?" Armaan looked at Sid

"No'why don't I come with you'.mere camera ki disc bhi full ho chuki hai'I need another one'." Sid intervened

"OK'.we will see you in an hour or so'." Armaan and Sid left as Riddhima rested on the couch and dozed off

'Riddhima'Riddhima?" Shashank wanted to talk to her about the two men but found her deep in sleep and just shook his head and smiled. 'Waise tho dono ladkey achchey hain, parr Sid zyada seedha saadha hai, aur waise bhi Armaan tho adopted hai'hmm'..Riddhima ki jo bhi marzi ho'.I will be accept it'" he closed his eyes and dozed off too.

[SIZE=7>ARMAAN AND SID'S HOTEL ROOM:

As Armaan was changing his clothes, he saw a red mark on the left sleeve of his shirt, 'Hmm'looks like a lipstick mark..," he remembered Riddhima standing close to him when they were under the shelter from the rain. At one point, there was a loud thunder and she had literally squeezed his arm from fear, most likely her lips must have touched his sleeve then. He smiled as he remembered how close she had been and then kissed the lipstick stain, "ab yeh shirt kabhi laundary mein nahin jaayegi"

Armaan turned around and saw Sid's camera lying on the bed. He picked it up and said, 'Hey Sid, abhi disc mat change karna'.let me look at the pictures from the morning'.dekhey kya miss kiya mainey'."

Armaan reviewed all the pictures and felt a lump in his throat-all the pictures had one theme- Riddhima, Riddhima, Riddhima- with various London landmarks in the background, most of them barely visible or out of focus. Armaan looked up at Sid and tried to hide the pain in his voice, "Sid'yeh London darshan huye hain ya Riddhima darshan?"

"Kya matlab?" Sid came closer, at that comment

Armaan pointed the camera's LED screen towards him, "Yeh kya hai'.I can't tell yeh London hai ya Mumbai'but I can definitely tell you like Riddhima!" he smiled and patted Sid's back. Sid lowered his eyes and shyly replied, "yaar'.aisa kuch nahin hai'.mujhey apney jaisa mat samajh'."

"Mere jaisa nahin hai tabhi tho chup hai'.main hota tho kab ka zor zor sey elaan karr deta ki I LIKE RIDDHIMA'.stay off limits!"

"Let it go Armaan'..chal let's go'..wo mujhey kyon pasand karegi?.."

"Kyon nahin karegi?" Armaan asked

'Yaar'wo thodi modern type hai'I am not that outgoing you know'."

"Sid wo kitni bhi modern ho, andar se bilkul seedi saadhi hindustani ladki hai'.I can say that confidently"

"Chal'they would be waiting for us" Sid extended his hand for his camera

Armaan gave the camera back to Sid and smiled to himself, "Sid'.you have made the right choice'." He tried to wipe the tear that had just rolled down from his eye; he put on his jacket and collected the room keys.

[SIZE=7>RIDDHIMA'S ROOM:

After dinner, they all sat around and chatted. Armaan observed that Sid was smitten by Riddhima. Sid did not participate in the conversation as much as he spent time gazing at Riddhima. Riddhima noticed that Armaan looked a little worn down himself-he was not his jovial self-may be he was tired from all the walking in the rain she thought.

"Hey'Riddhima'please sing a song for us'" Armaan said out of the blue

"Sing?" she was surprised at the change of the topic

"Haan'pehley tum gaao'..phir Sid gaayega'" he winked at Sid

"A..Armaan'.please main nahin'." Sid came out of his trance

"You guys can decide kaun pehley gaayega'..gaana tho hai tum dono ko'" Armaan said authoritatively

Shashank agreed with Armaan, "Haan beti'tere gaane sey meri tabiyat bhi theek ho jaayegi'Armaan beta tum nahin gaatey?"

"Oh..uncle'yahan London mein gadhey nahin hain'warna unkey liye zaroor gaa deta'aap log tho mera gaana sun nahin paayengey" Armaan laughed as everyone joined in.

"He is right about that'.ek baar Armaan was singing in the bathroom, I had to leave the house'itna besuraa hai yeh'.." Sid laughed as he complimented Armaan on his singing skills.

Riddhima smiled as she thought how comfortable the 2 men were with each other-they pulled each other's legs with the same ease, as they helped each other. She could tell their personalities were poles apart but they complimented each other so well, that there was almost no room for anyone else in their relationship. She felt a little envious- would she ever be able to be a part of their camaraderie, may be as the third angle of the triangle??

Riddhima looked out and saw it was still raining. She sang this beautiful song to welcome the rain, "sawan ke jhoole" from "Jurmana"

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-40143.html

saawan ke zoole pade, tum chale aaotum chale aao, tum chale aaoaanchal naa chhode meraa, paagal huyee hain pawanab kyaa karu main jatan dhadake jiyaa jaise panchhee udedil ne pukaaraa tumhe, yaadon ke parades seaatee hain jo desh sen, hum us dagar pe hain kab se khadejab hum mile the piyaa, tum kitane naadaan thehum kitane anajaan the, baalee umareeyaan mein nainaa laden

As she sang, she kept stealing glances with Armaan, who purposely had his eyes closed as if enjoying the song. He knew if he looked at Riddhima, she would be able to read his mind. He would not be able to control his emotions as he heard the beautiful lyrics of the song.
Sid stared at Riddhima without blinking and was lost in her melodious voice.

Armaan and Sid gave her a standing ovation at the end of the song. Riddhima just blushed and lowered her eyes.

Sid sang a beautiful ghazal from "umrao jaan"- "zindagi jab bhi"

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-2104.html

zindagi jab bhi teri bazm mein laati hai hamen ye zamin chand se behatar nazar aati hai hamen surkh phulon se mahak uthati hain dil ki rahen din dhale yun teri aawaz bulaati hai hamen yaad teri kabhi dastak kabhi saragoshi se raat ke pichhale prahar roz jagaati hai hamen har mulaqat ka anjaam judai kyun hai ab to har vaqt yahi baat satati hai hamen

Every one complimented Sid for the beautiful ghazal. Riddhima looked at Armaan and thought about the last few lines of the ghazal, "har mulaqat ka anjaam judai kyun hai'."

She wanted to spend more time with them''or was it just Armaan?

Armaan and Sid finally left later in the night.

As Riddhima settled to go to bed, Shashank asked, "beti'.main soch raha hoon, tumhari shaadi karr deni chahiye.."

"PAPA! Are you tired of me?"

"Nahin beti'..you will get tired of me'.batao Sid aur Armaan mein sey kaun pasand hai?"

"WHAT? Papa aap kya keh rahey hain? Maine unkey baarey mein aisa socha bhi nahin hai'.please papa soney dee jiye'good night" She put her head on the pillow and fell asleep reminiscing the events of the day'..the rain'..how close she was to Armaan'..Armaan grabbing her hand''zzz

That night, everyone slept well except Armaan, who tossed and turned in bed all night'..mujhey aaj tak kisi ladki ke liye aisa mahsoos nahin hua'..phir ab kyon?'.nahin mujhey aisa sochna bhi nahin chahiye'.Sid ko pehli baar kisi ladki mein interest aaya hai'..he deserves the best''.
PART 6:


The next day, Shashank was feeling better but decided to rest an additional day. Riddhima, Sid and Armaan kept the same arrangement for "London darshan." Armaan wanted Sid to spend more time with Riddhima and insisted on staying back the whole day, but Sid convinced him to "go out" with Riddhima in the afternoon. Riddhima was glad that Sid was able to persuade him; she had realized that it was very difficult to dissuade Armaan from doing something he did not want.

Riddhima thought about what her dad had mentioned the previous night. She knew, her dad was right; after all she had to start thinking of settling down some day. She decided to use this opportunity to learn more about the brothers, in case her father was right.

When Sid and Riddhima were in the bus, going towards Trafalgar square, she asked him, "Sid'aapki aur Armaan ki relationship kaisi hai?"

"Hmm'Armaan aur meri relationship? Well'.we are the best of friends and the closest brothers you would ever see'"

"Wo tho maine jaan liya hai'.parr aap dono itney different hain?"

"Haan'..Armaan is my jaan'..although we are just a few months apart in age, he is like my big brother'..he has always taken care of me'..yadi wo nahin hota tho main aaj shayad pagal khaane mein hota'" he started laughing

"Aisa kyun?" Riddhima was surprised at that comment.

"I am just kidding'..Armaan has always been a my strength'.after my mother's death, he pulled me out of severe depression'..uskey baad bhi, he has helped me emotionally whenever I need him''you know he understands me better than I understand my self'..mujhey batana bhi nahin padhta and he knows what is going on inside me'.jaise'.jaise'"

"Jaise kya?" Riddhima asked

Sid was too shy to tell her about how Armaan had figured out that Sid liked Riddhima

"Kuch nahin'.time aaney parr bataa doonga'.chalo hamara stop aa gaya'."

They came off the bus and enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the "Trafalgar square." Sid clicked away with his camera, as Riddhima fed the pigeons and enjoyed the surroundings. She thought to herself, "kaash Armaan bhi yahan hota" Every time she thought of Armaan, she could feel goose bumps on her skin, and her heart pounding faster.

"Achcha Sid, aap Armaan ko kitni achchi tarah samajhtey ho?" Riddhima approached Sid, who was trying to review the pictures, he had just taken. He made sure, he clicked "London" today and not just "Riddhima," so Armaan would not pull his leg.

"Hmm'kya'.main Armaan ko kitna samajhta hoon?'.Armaan ko samajhney ke liye PhD karni padhegi'.main uski har baat tho nahin samajh pata, parr itna jaanta hoon ki he doesnot mean what he says most of the time'..jaise'" Sid paused as he tried to delete some of the pictures.

"Jaise?" Riddhima was impatient to hear more

"Jaise'wo kehta hai na ki kitni ladkiyon ke saath uska affair raha hai'.I don't think he has even touched a single woman'touch in the sense'..you know what I mean'.he just likes to shock people'..never take him seriously in that matter'.."

She did not know why, but that last statement about Armaan, made her happy.

"You know, the other thing about Armaan'..wo andar se bahut sensitive and soft hai'he has a heart of gold'..he will do anything for the people he cares about'." Sid could go on and on'..

Riddhima smiled to herself as she was hearing what she really wanted to hear.

As they walked towards the subway station, she asked Sid, "I know tumhari understanding bahut achchi hai Armaan ke saath, parr kabhi aisa hua ki tum dono ko ek hi cheez pasand aa gayi ho'.for instance there is this really cool sports car you both like'tab kya karogey?" Riddhima looked at Sid intently for an answer.

"Hmm'that would be a difficult one'..main jaanta hoon'yadi Armaan ko pata chala ki I also like the car, he will pretend he does not like it, even if he does'..I know wo mere liye itna jhooth tho bol hi dega'.but why do you ask?"

The color from Riddhima's face faded when she heard that, "Bas aise hi'I am just trying to figure out the two of you," she tried to smile.

That afternoon, Armaan and Riddhima roamed around the city. Armaan was more receptive to using transportation and did not insist on walking everywhere. Riddhima thought he was more aloof today; she did not find him staring and gazing at her, or trying to make physical contact with her like he had the last few days. He agreed to whatever or wherever she wanted to go. She preferred the other Armaan'the one who teased her, the one who pulled her leg, the one who looked at her as if she was the most desirable woman he had ever met'..what had happened in 24 hrs?

When they sat down at a coffee shop, she asked him the same question, as she had asked Sid about the sports car. Armaan laughed when he heard the question, "that is a difficult one, Riddhima'hmm let me think'.you know if he really wants it, I would let him have it, but knowing how scared Sid is of fast cars, I would end up driving it anyways'.so in a way, it would still be mine!" he winked and smiled at her. She was glad, he was back to his charming self''..the talkative, over-confident Armaan she had started liking.

That same evening, Armaan made a suggestion, 'let's go dancing'.kyon Sid"

"No, yaar'main wahan bore ho jata hoon'."

Riddhima was excited, 'I would love to go'.I love dancing!"

Sid got up, "OK'let's go then!"

Armaan smiled and thought, "Sid'.you really like her'.."

AT THE DANCE CLUB:

Armaan, Sid and Riddhima sat at a table and ordered some drinks. Armaan got up, "Main abhi aata hoon'"

Riddhima looked up, "Kahan ja rahey ho?.," before she could complete her sentence, Armaan had disappeared in the crowd.

Sid put his hand on Riddhima's, "don't worry Riddhima, aa jaayega'.koyi sunder ladki dekh li hogi'" Riddhima was annoyed at that comment, "paar hum sab saath aaye hain'.aise kaise chhod sakta hai hamein'.," before she could say more, Armaan was back with a white girl in his arms

"Hey guys'.meet Tina'..she and I will be dance partners tonight'..Sid why don't you ask Riddhima for a dance?" Armaan turned around, without looking at Riddhima, and disappeared on the dance floor with Tina. Sid and Riddhima stayed seated as Riddhima kept glancing sideways, every so often, to keep an eye on Armaan and Tina. They seemed to be having fun as they danced to various music numbers-hip hop, rap, disco, etc. Riddhima felt a twinge of jealousy, as she had expressed it clearly how much she enjoyed dancing, but Armaan had ignored that fact, and preferred to dance with a stranger. She was not upset with Sid, as he had made it clear; he was not the dancing types.

A short while later, a sweaty Armaan returned hand-in-hand with Tina, "Hey guys, you are still here?'C'mon they are going to have some slow dancing now'.chalo Sid and Riddhima, I want to see how you guys move'.."

"Excuse me hon''.I 'll be right back" Tina waved at someone and disappeared.

Riddhima finally got up, "You mind dancing with me Armaan?"

Armaan was stunned but could not say no, as Sid was still seated with a drink in his hand, showing no interest in wanting to dance with the woman he loved.

Armaan smiled and took Riddhima's hand, "Sid'abhi bhi soch ley'."

When Sid shook his head, Armaan walked with Riddhima to the dance floor.

To Riddhima's luck, they played a beautiful soft romantic number. All the couples started dancing to the music. Armaan placed his arm around Riddhima's waist and took her hand in his; they both started swaying with the music'.they did not realize that as they kept dancing, there bodies came closer and closer, to the point that they could feel each others heartbeats. Riddhima could feel his breathing getting heavier, as she came closer; she looked up at him and saw his eyes were burning with passion. She could feel his strong back muscles through his sweaty shirt and smell his cologne on his neck''..they both were lost in each others arms''unaware of the fact that the music had stopped, and the other couples had separated from each other. Armaan suddenly realized that the music was over; he freed himself and looked a little embarrassed, 'main kuch peeney ke liye lata hoon'..do you want something?"

Riddhima lowered her eyes and said, 'nahin'main Sid ke saath baith thi hoon'.."

Sid was talking to someone, "Hi Riddhima'in sey milo'.mere bachpan ke dost'..Manek, ab yeh London mein hi rehta hai'"

"Hi, nice to meet you'" Riddhima said politely but her eyes were still searching for Armaan

"So Sid'.looks like you found yourself a girlfriend!" Manek, who was generally outspoken, made a comment.

Riddhima stared at him, " No'we are just friends'.we just met in London'"

Sid felt a little odd at his friend's outspokenness, "Manek'.aisa kuch nahin hai'.she is right'we are just friends''

"Haan'.shuroo mein sab aise hi kehte hain'.I am sure I will receive a shaadi ka card soon'" Manek laughed. Riddhima and Sid were both uncomfortable at that remark and took leave from him.

Sid was not entirely displeased with the comment but tried to reassure Riddhima, 'please wo shuroo sey hi aisa hai'uski baat ka bura nahin maan naa'"

"Main zara restroom ho karr aathi hoon'." Riddhima excused herself.

As she was approaching the restroom, two young British men followed her and started harassing her, 'Hey sweetheart'..wanna join us'..looks like you are alone'.."

Riddhima tried to ignore them, but they kept following her and tried to hold her hand. Just then, Riddhima heard some scuffles. She turned around and saw Armaan on the floor, fighting it out with one of them.

'Hey dude'what is your problem?'.you are here with Tina'.is she your girl too?" the other man said

Armaan got up and punched the other man, "Ya'SHE IS MY GIRL'.lay off'you bas****"

"Hey'Pete and Bob'stop it guys'leave him alone'.he paid me well tonight'.," Tina intervened and separated the men.

Armaan shook his clothes and put his arm around Riddhima, "let's go Riddhima'.." Riddhima was still numb after the whole experience but had a warm feeling inside her'.she felt very safe'.she felt she need not worry about anything as lomg as Armaan was with her'.she liked it when he called her "his girl."

"Armaan'kya hua'.tuney phir kisi sey ladai karr li?" a concerned Sid joined them, 'KHOON!" Sid screamed as he saw a little blood oozing from Armaan's hand. Sid turned his face as he got a queasy feeling in his stomach.

Riddhima looked at Armaan's bleeding hand and took her scarf out from her neck. She took Armaan's hand and tied the scarf around it to stop the bleeding.

Armaan looked at his hand and then at Riddhima, "Riddhima yeh kya kiya?'.itna mehnga scarf'.yahan kyon baandh diya'.?"

Riddhima looked at him with loving eyes and just smiled, 'koyi baat nahin'.is sey bhi mehnga scarf mere liye baad mein khareed dena''"

Armaan wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her at that very moment, but stopped himself, "Sid'ab tu turn karr sakta hai'khoon nahin beh raha'..yeh Sid bhi na khoon dekh karr behosh ho jata hai'.he is very tender hearted'." Armaan tried to defend Sid and patted his back,as the three of them walked out of the club.

On the way back in the cab, Riddhima sat between the two men. Armaan's wounded hand was resting on his thigh. She wanted to hold his hand and kiss it tenderly, she wanted all his pain to go away'..she really wanted to be "his girl"'..she was sure she was in LOVE WITH THIS MYSTERIOUS MAN'..

PART 7:

Once they were back at their hotel room, Armaan and Sid talked about the evening.

"Armaan tujhey lagta hai Riddhima bura maan gayi hogi kyunki mainey uske saath dance nahin kiya?"

Armaan, who was lost in his own thoughts, responded, "Hmm'.bura kyon nahin maanegi'..tu abhi bhi apni high school ke dance disaster ke wajah se kisi ke saath dance nahin karta'yehi baat hai na?"

"Haan, mujhey abhi bhi darr lagta hai kisi ladki ke saath dance karney mein'.yaad hai kaise mazaak udaaya tha sabney jab main Dolly ke saath steps nahin match karr paya tha.."

"Yaar wo Dolly thi'...yeh Riddhima hai'..you need to show her that you like her'.kahin aisa na ho wo kisi aur ki ho jaaye'." Armaan's fears were not unfounded; he had sensed that Riddhima was attracted to him-in fact after tonight he had no doubts'the way she held him during the dance'.her heart pounding against his chest'..how concerned she had been about his wound''.he had reciprocated to her feelings too, but he was hoping, she would not see this as a sign that he was interested in her'..he would have to make sure, he kept his distance from her''kahin mere dil ki baat wo meri aankhon mein naa dekh le '..

Armaan dressed his wound and took the scarf off. He looked at the scarf and savored it's fragrance''..it felt like she was still in his arms'''he folded the scarf and placed it in the same bag as his lipstick stained shirt.

[SIZE=7>NEXT MORNING:

Shashank felt much better, "beti'.yahan Birmingham mein suna hai bahut sunder mandir hai'.chalo aaj wahan chaley'..15 saal pehley jab tumhari mummy ke saath aaya tha, tho hum log wahan jaana chahtey the'..ab jab ki Padma nahin hai is duniya mein, mera mann hai hum wahan jaaye'."

"Theek hai papa'.aaj hi chaltey hain'.parr Sid aur Armaan na aana chahey tho?"

"Theek hai'wo log aaj kuch aur karr lengey.."

Riddhima changed into a light blue churidaar kurta and answered the door. She saw her two new found friends at the door, "Good morning Armaan and Sid'."

Sid admired her "Indian look" but did not say anything. Armaan could not resist himself, "aaj mandir-wandir jaaney ka iraada hai kya?"

"Kuch aisa hi hai'" Shashank welcomed them
"Haan uncle'hum bhi chalengey'." Sid said enthusiastically-he would do anything to be with Riddhima.

Riddhima looked at Armaan and smiled, "thodi pooja paath se aap logon ki shaan mein koyi kami nahin aayegi'.."

"Bilkul nahin'.jab London aakar hum dal makhani kha saktey hain, tho mandir kyon nahin jaa saktey'." Armaan was back with his witty comments.

They reached Birmingham by bus and train. Armaan made sure that Riddhima and Sid rode together for most of the journey. He in turn gave company to Shashank and entertained him with his anecdotes and jokes. Riddhima was impatient to be close to Armaan.

As they were walking inside the beautiful hindu temple, Riddhima made sure, she walked with Armaan, "Armaan, ab haath kaisa hai?"

Armaan was surprised to hear her voice, "Oh..wo theek hai'..your magical scarf did the trick!" he smiled and could not help notice Riddhima blushing at that comment. He decided to keep quiet till they reached the temple, "main abhi aata hoon'"


Armaan got hold of the priest in the temple, "Panditji'.aap wahan uss ladkey aur ladki ko dekh rahey hain," he pointed to Riddhima and Sid, "aap jab hamarey paas arti laayen'tho unko saath saath aashirwad de dena'." He slipped some money as "dakshina" in the priest's hand.

They all offered their prayers to the various deities. Sid was impressed to see what a devout Riddhima was in the temple, "yaar Armaan'tu theek kehta tha'.Riddhima chahey bahar se kitni hi modern ho'.andar se bilkul apni Hindustani ladki hai'.," Sid whispered in his ear.

"Meri baat maanega, tho hamesha khush rahega'" Armaan whispered back

The priest approached them with the 'pooja thali," but before he could offer the arti and teeka to them, he was called back by another priest, "wo..aapko peechey bula rahey hain'kuch Prasad ka maamla hai'.."

The priest handed the pooja thali to Armaan, who was standing right in front of him, "beta, zara'..yeh arti aur teeka sab ko laga dena, main aata hoon'."

Armaan obliged and offered the arti and placed teeka on everyone's forehead. When he approached Riddhima, she took her blessings from the arti and lifted her head to get the teeka from Armaan. Armaan was about to place the kumkum teeka on her forehead, when a moving insect bit her on her foot, "OUCH!" she slipped down but Armaan's kumkum laden thumb was already on her forehead'.as she slipped, his thumb extended the teeka all the way to her "maang." She fell down on the floor, right at Armaan's feet!

Sid helped her get up on her feet and escorted her to the side. Armaan was dumbstruck 'he stood still with the thali in his hand and his thumb still in the air-he just realized what had just happened. Whether it was fate or an accident-he had filled Riddhima's maang with kumkum and she had touched his feet! He could not believe that. No one else noticed what had happened as Shashank and Sid were helping her nurse the insect bite on her foot. Riddhima looked up and saw Armaan still standing with the thali. She placed her hand on her head and felt the teeka in her "maang." She had tears in her eyes, she forgot the insect bite and smiled through her tears.

"Riddhima kya hua'.lagta hai bahut zor se keeda kaata hai'.?" Sid was worried when he saw her tears- the bite was probably deeper than it looked.

Riddhima came back into her senses, "nahin Sid'I am fine'.chalo chaltey hain'" she got up but kept staring at Armaan. Their eyes were still locked with each other'..they were the only one's who noticed what had just happened'..rest of the crowd was oblivious of this divine intervention.

Riddhima and Armaan were uncharacteristically quiet on the return journey. They sat across from each other in the train, Sid read a book and Shashank napped. Armaan and Riddhima exchanged a lot of glances with each other but did not say a word to each other. As the train stopped at various stops, Riddhima could see her reflection in the glass window'..her "maang" was still red from where Armaan had filled it. Sid and Shashank saw what had happened but they dismissed it as an "accident."

[SIZE=7>
A FEW DAYS LATER:

Armaan and Sid were ready to go back to Mumbai. Riddhima and Shashank still had another week of vacation; they were planning to visit Scotland and Ireland during that time. They came to the airport to see the men off. They all exchanged phone numbers and e mail addresses. Riddhima was sad to see them leave. She had really enjoyed their company'she would specially miss Armaan. Armaan and Sid were sad to leave them two.

Sid, who rarely spoke about his feelings, looked at Riddhima and her dad, "Uncle'humein aisa laga ki hum aap logon ko sirf 2 hafte se nahin, parr bahut pehley se jaante hain'.please stay in touch." Armaan nodded his head and was pleased that Sid finally spoke up.

"We will call you as soon as we reach Mumbai'..Billy se miley bhi kitney saal ho gaye'" Shashank hugged both Sid and Armaan. Next Riddhima gave a bear hug to both Sid and Armaan.

As they were returning back, Riddhima saw the baggage claim carousel-she stopped there and said her silent "thank you," and walked out with her dad. Shashank said, "bahut achche ladke hain'.kya socha tumney Riddhima?'

Riddhima blushed, "Papa'.Mumbai jaakar baat kerengey"

As they rode back to their hotel, Riddhima felt an emptiness inside her'.a lonely feeling'..she really missed them'.

Song in background- 'na jaane kyon" from "choti si baat"

http://www.raaga.com/channels/hindi/movie/V000440.html (remix version but sung well)

Na jaane kyon, hota hai yeh zindagi ke saath
achanak ye man
kisi ke jaane ke baad, kare phir usiki yaad
chhoti chhoti si baat, na jaane kyon

vo anjaan pal
Dhal gaye kal, aaj vo
rang badal badal, man ko machal machal
rahen, na chal na jaane kyon, vo anjaan pal
tere bina mere nainon me
Toote re haay re sapanon ke mahal
na jaane kyon, hota hai yeh zindagi ke saath ...

vahi hai dagar
vahi hai safar, hai nahin
saath mere magar, ab mera hamsafar
dhoonde nazar na jaane kyon, vahi hai dagar
kahaa gaeen shamen madabhari
vo mere, mere vo din gaye kidhar
na jaane kyon, hota hai yeh zindagi ke saath ...
PART 8:

Armaan and Sid arrived home and updated Billy about their trip and the meeting with his old friend, Shashank and his daughter.

"Ladki sunder thi kya?" Billy teased the boys

"Chachaji'sunder bhi aur susheel bhi'..aapkey ghar ke liye bahu material hai'.," he winked at Sid

"Aisi baat hai'.tab tho milna padhega unn logon se'.ab hum teen mardon ko sambhalney koyi aa jaayegi'" Billy was overjoyed

"Chachaji'..yeh tho pata nahin ki wo hamein sambhalegi ya hum ussey sambhalengey'" Armaan retorted

Sid, who was listening quietly so far, finally spoke up, "Nahin Papa'.Armaan ki baton mein mat aaiye'..wo bahut achchi hai'aur'" he paused shyly.

Billy raised his eyebrows and looked at Armaan. Armaan nodded his head. Billy and Armaan had a good understanding, although they were not related by blood, they could read each other's minds well. Billy depended on Armaan more than he did on Sid. Billy was very happy for his son, he patted Armaan's shoulder as if thanking him and left the room.

[SIZE=7>A WEEK LATER:

Shashank and Riddhima returned from Great Britain. Shashank called Billy Malhotra on arrival and they set a time to meet each other. Riddhima was very excited when she heard that they were going to visit Armaan and Sid that afternoon.

Billy was pleased to meet Riddhima too. Riddhima was dressed in a pink salwaar kameez and looked lovely with her open straight hair, light make up and minimal jewelry. Sid came downstairs, when he heard Riddhima was there.

"HI Riddhima! How was the rest of your trip?"

Riddhima smiled, "well'.boring'aap log jo nahin the'." Her eyes wandered, "Armaan kahan hai?"

Sid replied, "Oh'wo tennis khelney club gaya hai'.aao mere saath oopar aao, main tumhey photos dikhata hoon'.," he grabbed her hand and took her upstairs.

Billy and Shashank caught up with their lives in the meantime. Billy finally approached the subject of marriage, "Mere bete keh rahey the ki unhey teri beti bahut pasand hai'"

Shashank was ecstatic, "Billy'tumney tho mere mann ki baat keh di'..maine Riddhima se bhi baat karr li hai'..mujhey lagta hai ussey bhi dono pasand hain'"

Billy winked, "Parr Draupdi ka zamana tho gaya ab'..ussey chun naa tho ek hi ko padhega..," they both laughed loudly.

"Billy'iss maamley mein decision Riddhima ka hi hoga'.."

"Mujhey tho bas bahu chahiye, chahey Sid ki ho ya Armaan ki'." Billy smiled.

SID's ROOM:

Riddhima was impressed with Sid's achievements at display, "wow, Sid tum apney school ke topper the? Aur gold medal in Engineering school'you are so modest'kabhi bataya nahin'..aur yeh kya'..best singer award in college'..hmm'real all rounder'" she smiled as she looked around.

Sid blushed, "Aao Riddhima'tumhey photos dikhata hoon'..," he brought his laptop close to her and they both sat down on the bed to check out the photos. Riddhima was engrossed in the pictures and did not notice that both Billy and Shashank stood at the door admiring her and Sid together. Riddhima finally laughed, "Sid'tumney meri itni saari photos lee hain'.shayad meri poori life mein kisi ney nahin kheenchi hongi'.," she looked up and saw the two old men smiling. She got up a little flustered as she did not want them to misunderstand the situation, "Sid'Armaan kab aayega'..ussey bhi milna chahti thi'?"

"Aao beti'main tumhey club chhod deta hoon'.mujhey bhi uss taraf kaam hai'" Billy offered to drop her at the club

"Thanks uncle'" Riddhima was excited

[SIZE=7>AT THE CLUB:[SIZE=7

Billy dropped Riddhima, 'beti andar poonch lena'.wahan sab Armaan ko jaante hain'mujhey kisi se milna hai'main chalta hoon'.Bye!"

Billy was right, Riddhima did not have a hard time locating Armaan. He was busy playing a tennis game with another friend. She looked at him admiringly, "Armaan'.you look so handsome in this sporty look'.," she said to herself. She started daydreaming about Armaan when she saw someone snapping fingers in front of her face, "kis ke khwab le rahi ho madam?" She snapped out of her dream and saw her prince charming in front of her. She was tempted to hug him, but resisted, "Oh'HI'.I didn't see you coming'.."

"Mujhsey milney aayi ho?" he smiled

"Nahin, yahan tennis match dekhney aayi thi'" she said sarcastically
Armaan laughed, "aao'wahan table parr baith the hain'"

They found an outdoor table and ordered drinks for themselves

"Tho ab batao'.how was the rest of the trip?" Armaan asked as he sipped his coke

"It was wonderful'tum jo nahin the tung karney ke liye'" she smiled teasingly

"Hmm'meri company mein kaafi kuch seekh gayi ho'." He smiled back.

Riddhima became a little serious, "Armaan'dar asal mujhey tumsey zaroori baat karni hai'."

Armaan smiled, "mujhsey aur serious baat?'.main aaj tak serious nahin huya kisi baat parr'.achcha bolo'I am all ears.."

"Armaan'.Armaan," she spoke softly, "Armaan'..I think'I think'I love you'..main tumsey pyaar karti hoon" she lowered her eyes shyly.

Armaan quickly suppressed his initial happiness, as he heard the golden words from her mouth, "Riddhima'.are you sure?"

"Armaan'.as you know main ghuma phira ke baat nahin karti hoon'.I am very straight forward'..I know I have never been this sure in my life'" Riddhima looked up and said firmly.

Armaan put his dark glasses on, stood up and turned his back to the table, "Riddhima'..I don't want to hurt your feelings, but mainey tumhary baarey mein kabhi aisa nahin socha'."

Riddhima stood up and walked a few steps so that she was face to face with Armaan, "tum jhooth bol rahey ho Armaan'..tabhi tum mujhsey aankhein nahin milaa paa rahey'."

Armaan looked away, "Riddhima..you are a good friend, but I am not ready to settle yet'.aur waise bhi tum mere type ki nahin ho'."

Riddhima's eyes were moist now; she said with a husky voice, "Armaan'.main tumsey abhi shaadi ki baat nahin karr rahi hoon'.i just want to hear from you that you also love me'."

"NO I DON"T LOVE YOU!" he turned his back to her again

"ARMAAN! DON'T TURN AWAY LIKE THIS!" she pulled his arm, so that he was forced to turn around and look at her.

"Riddhima'you are mistaken'.Sid loves you, not me'"

"I know Sid is crazy about me'issi liye main tumsey baat karney aayi thi'I don't want Sid's feelings to get hurt'.main jaanti hoon tum ussey theek se samjhaa saktey ho ki we both love each other'..why are you doing this me?'..uss din mandir mein jo huya, wo kya tha?'.tumhari aankhon ney mujhsey yahi kaha tha na ki Riddhima ab tum meri ho'.." her tears were flowing non stop.

"Riddhima'tum padhi likhi ho karr aise andh vishwaas wali baat kyon karr rahi ho'.that was just an accident'just a coincidence.."

"Armaan'.tumhey jo sochna hai soch lo'..bas itna yaad rakhna ki ek ladki apna dil kisi mard ke saamney tabhi kholti hai jab wo ussey apna samajhti hai'..main nahin jaanti tum kyon apney dil ki baat nahin sun rahey'.ho sakta hai yeh mauka phir dobara kabhi aaye ya naa aaye'GOODBYE!" she clenched her teeth in anger and walked away.

Armaan turned around and saw her leave; he took off his dark glasses to wipe his own tears, 'I am sorry Riddhima'.."

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PART 9:

Riddhima went directly to her room after reaching home. She closed the door behind her and sobbed silently. She lay on her bed and buried her head in the pillow. She tried to remember all her moments with Armaan…….was she mistaken, that Armaan had also fallen for her, they way she had for him?…….her instincts were usually correct…..she had seen the love and passion for her in his eyes….the day they danced together……how protective he was about her in the dance club…….the mandir incident…..NO! HE WAS LYING……but why?……was it because of Sid or was there someone else in his life?

As she wiped her tears, she thought, 'mujhey Sid sey hi baat karni padhegi….."

[SIZE=7>SID AND ARMAAN'S HOME:

Sid saw Armaan walking towards his room, "Armaan…aaj Riddhima aayi thi!"

"Hmm…..Oh really?" Armaan did not show much excitement.

"How was the game…did you lose?" Sid saw that Armaan looked a little low today

"Haan….shayad haar gaya…" Armaan said softly in a husky voice, his eyes still moist with tears, he was trying to hide.

"Bahut buri tarah haara hai lagta hai……yaar koyi Wimbledon khelney thode hi gaya tha…." Sid was concerned as he noticed the tears in Armaan's eyes.

"Achcha….chhod meri baat…yeh bataa…tuney Riddhima ko propose kiya ya nahin?"

Sid lowered his head, 'Nahin….darr lagta hai….kahin usney mana karr diya tho?"

"Nahin karegi….isski guarantee main leta hoon….aisa karr, aaj raat ussey ek romantic dinner parr lejaa……aur wahin poonch lena…"

"Tu bhi chal na….."

"Nahin mujhey koyi milney aa raha hai…..dinner ke baad Riddhima ko ghar ley aana, phir main bhi mil loonga….."

Armaan went to his room and dialed a number on his cell, "Hello….Shilpa…..haan I need your help now….."

[SIZE=7>RIDDHIMA's ROOM:

As Riddhima was pondering on how to approach Sid with her dilemma, her cell rang, "Hello…Oh Sid?…..Main tumhey phone karney hi waali thi…..kya dinner?….oh……Achcha chalti hoon tumharey saath…wahin baat karr lengey….main 8 baje tayyar rahoongi….Bye…"

Sid picked Riddhima at 8 in the evening; Shashank was pleased with the development, "Jao…beta…have a good time…Armaan kahan hai?…jab sey aaye hain, mila nahin"

"Haan….uncle wo aaj busy hai" Sid answered. Riddhima froze at the mention of Armaan's name…..she had not mentioned anything to her father about her earlier meeting with him.

Sid took Riddhima to one of the trendiest restaurant in town. They had a wonderful dinner. Riddhima tried to speak to him about Armaan several times, but Sid was in an unusually chatty mood that evening. He talked to her about their trip, photography, music, poetry……Riddhima never got a chance to say anything. Riddhima thought she would speak to him in the car on their way back.

On the way back, Sid put on the radio and said, "Riddhima….yeh gaana maine tumhare liye chuna hai…..main apni baat zubaan sey nahin keh sakta…iss liye please listen to this song…"

Riddhima just nodded and smiled, 'theek hai Sid…."

Song-to express Sid's feelings:

"jo tum ko ho pasand" from "safar"

http://www.dishant.com/search/jo%20tum%20ko-in-TITLE.html

Jo Tumko Ho Pasand Wahi Baat Karenge
Tum Din Ko Agar Raat Kaho Raat Kahenge

Dete Na Aap Saath To Mar Jaate Hum Kabhi Ke
Poore Huye Hain Aapse Armaan Zindagi Ke
Hum Zindagi Ko Aap Ki Saugaat Kahenge
Tum Din Ko Agar...

Chaahenge... Nibhayenge... Sarhayenge Aap Hi Ko
Aankon Mein Dam Hai Jab Tak Dekhenge Aap Hi Ko
Apni Zubaan Se Aapke Jazbaat Kahenge
Tum Din Ko Agar...

Riddhima had tears in her eyes as she heard the song. She thought, "Ek Sid hai jo mere liye kuch bhi karney ko tayyar hai….aur Armaan….ussney kaise berahemi se mera dil tod diya…."

"Kya hua Riddhima?….maine kuch galat kaha….I am sorry…." Sid got worried when he saw her tears.

"Nahin Sid…….kuch nahin…..bas aise hi……"

"Riddhima….will you marry me?" Sid stopped the car and popped the question

Riddhima was not expecting that question so soon, her mind was still blurred with Armaan and their conversation from the afternoon at the club. She remained silent.

"Riddhima…you don't have to tell me now…..i am willing to wait for your answer," he restarted the car and drove home.

"Sid…please don't misunderstand me…..main abhi shaadi ke baare mein kuch baat nahin karna chahti…..please muhjey ghar chhod do…"

"No problem….lekin pehley ghar chalkar kisi sey mil lo…..," Sid parked the car in front of his house.

Riddhima was puzzled but followed Sid inside.

"aao…oopar chaltey hain…" Sid led the way upstairs when he did not find Armaan downstairs.

He knocked on Armaan's door. After a little wait, a sleepy Armaan opened the door with his shirt unbuttoned and untucked. Riddhima was a little embarrassed to see him like that, and stood behind Sid.

"Oh…HI Sid….bahut der kardi…." Armaan tried to button his shirt as he spoke

"Kaun hai jaanu?…." An unfamiliar female voice followed Armaan. She was in her mid-twenties, scantily dressed with her cleavage prominently at display , her hair all ruffled.

"OH…Sid, Riddhima…yeh hai Shilpa meri khaas dost…" Armaan put his arm around her and winked at them.

Riddhima turned red with anger and humiliation, "Prith….Sid…please drop me home…." She turned around and ran downstairs.

Armaan looked at her back with a painful expression but then smirked, "lagta hai Sid mujhey iss roop mein dekh kar ghabraa gayi…..well she will just have to get used to her colorful brother-in-law," he winked at Sid again and closed his door.

Sid just shook his head, "yeh Armaan bhi naa….pata nahi kab sudhrega….RIDDHIMA!" he followed her downstairs.

Riddhima looked at Sid as he came down, 'Sid…I accept your proposal….I am ready to get married to you….."

Sid was ecstatic; he held Riddhima's hand and kissed it several times. Riddhima just stood there like a statute and gradually withdrew her hand, "Sid….please ab chalein?"

As they drove back, Sid was in seventh heaven but Riddhima was trying her best to swallow her tears, "

[SIZE=7]ARMAAN's ROOM:

"Shilpa…yeh lo aaj ke 10,000 Rs…..ab jab bhi tumhari zaroorat hogi…main bula loonga….same rate…same job….." Armaan said coldly

"OK…baba….apney clients ko main hamesha top class service deti…." Shilpa spoke in her tapori accent, "waise…aap bahut achcha client ho…..bahut kam zaroorat hai aapki…….sirf acting karna……mujhey pasand hai….aap sachchi bahut sharif aadmi ho….achcha main chalti…" Shilpa picked her bag and left.

Armaan stood there frozen, unable to respond to any emotions.

Song in background- "main bewafa" from "pyar, ishq aur mohabbat"

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-4347.html

(Main bewafa, main bekadar, maine tera dil toda
Mera bhi dil toota magar, tujkho nahin iski khabar
Teri yaad mein dil thaamkar tadpoonga main saari umar) - 2

Duniya ke sab aashiqon ki todi hai sab maine rasme - 2
Beche hai sab apne vaade, bechi hai sab apni kasme
Bechi hai sab apni kasme
Main bewafa, main bekadar, maine tera dil toda
Mera bhi dil toota magar, tujkho nahin iski khabar
Teri yaad mein dil thaamkar tadpoonga main saari umar

Yeh pyaar ishq aur mohabbat kya hai yeh ab maine jaana - 2
Vaapas magar kaise aaye guzra hua voh zamaana
Guzra hua voh zamaana
Main bewafa, main bekadar, maine tera dil toda
Mera bhi dil toota magar, tujkho nahin iski khabar
Teri yaad mein dil thaamkar tadpoonga main saari umar
PART 10:

So, to the delight of Billy and Shashank, Sid and Riddhima get married. Armaan helped with all the arrangements for the wedding. Armaan could not take his eyes of the new bride all evening. She looked like a princess in her red lehnga and bridal make-up and jewelry.

After the wedding ceremonies were over, Armaan brought the decorated car to drive the newly weds home. Riddhima cried a lot during the "vidaai," She had a small family-her dad, a few distant cousins, aunts and uncles. Most of her mother's family was back in Rajasthan and were not present at the wedding. Since Padma's demise, Riddhima had not been in touch with her mother's side of the family as much as her dad's side.

Sid and Riddhima sat in the backseat, as Armaan pulled over during the vidaai. As he drove off, he noticed in his rear view mirror that Riddhima could not stop sobbing. Sid felt a little uncomfortable and tried to comfort her. Armaan could not hold himself, "Arre Riddhima, aise ro rahi ho jaise kisi ajnabee ke yahan ja rahi ho….hum logon ke yahan hi tho jaa rahi ho….waise bhi tumharey papa ka ghar 15 minute ki doori par hi hai…jab chaho jaa sakti ho…."

Riddhima was in no mood to joke around; she gave him a sharp look with her sore eyes, "Armaan…..tum ek aurat nahin ho…..tum kya uska dard samjhoge! Aur jahan tak ajnabee hone ka sawal hai, kabhi kabhi ajnabee bhi apney se lagte hain….aur kabhi apney bhi ajnabee ho jatey hain….." Armaan understood the sarcasm in her comment and from there on drove quietly. Sid was surprised at the way Riddhima spoke to Armaan- she must be really sad to leave her home, he thought.

[SIZE=7>NEXT MORNING:

Armaan and Billy were reading the morning paper and having their morning tea in the porch, when they saw Riddhima come downstairs. She was wearing a saree, but her red and swollen eyes told them that she had not slept all night. Armaan felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of Riddhima being up all night with someone else! He shook his head- "main aisa kaise soch sakta hoon…..after all she is married to someone else now…."

"Aao beti…." Billy blessed Riddhima as she touched his feet.

"Riddhima…chai peeogi?" Armaan asked politely

"Nahin main chai nahin peeti….." she said coldly

"Armaan….yeh Riddhima Riddhima kya laga rakha hai…..ab tho tumhari bhabhi hai yeh…" Billy said

Armaan was stunned at that comment but composed himself, "Arre chachaji…bhabhi is too old fashioned…..you know I am a man of the 21 st century…main tho Riddhima hi boloonga…..waise bhi mujhsey umar mein choti hai….bhabhi sounds like she is a old woman," Armaan laughed.

Billy laughed back, "Armaan…tumsey koyi nahin jeet sakta…."

Riddhima looked at Armaan and smiled sarcastically. She sat next to Billy, "papa…aap nashtey mein kya pasand kartey hain….."

"Oh beta…meri chinta mat karo…..inn ladkon sey poonch lo….kisi aurat ke haath ka bana khana inhoney kab sey nahin khaya…..yahan tak hamara naukar bhi ladka hi hai…..kitna achcha lagta hai jab ek aurat ghar mein aa jati hai tho….kyon Armaan?"

Riddhima looked at Armaan to see his response, and then got up to bring some vegetables from the kitchen.

"Yeh baat tho theek hai chachaji…..ek ladki ki shobha alag hi hoti hai,"he smiled at Riddhima as she came back with a bowl, vegetables and a knife to cut them. Armaan noticed that Riddhima had the knife pointing at him; he knew she would make him a target of her sharp tongue just like the knife, over the coming days.

"Beta…main apni morning walk ke liye jaa raha hoon….Riddhima beti kuch bhi chahiye ho tho Armaan sey poonch lena…ghar ki har cheez isko zyada pata hai….Sid tho late uthta hai waise bhi…."

Armaan and Riddhima sat quietly in the porch for a while, the only noise being the knife hitting the cutting board and the squeaking noise from the swing on which Armaan was sitting and sipping his tea.

"Can I help?" Armaan finally asked Riddhima

"NO thanks…mujhey aadat hai….apney ghar mein bhi main hi kaam karti thi…."she replied coldly.

"Riddhima…." Armaan paused

"Kyon? Bhabhi kehney sey dartey ho? Papa ko tho kisi tarah pataa liya ki tum bahut modern ho…..yeh kyon nahin kehtey ki tum mujhey bhabhi ke roop mein kabhi dekh hi nahin saktey!"

Armaan stood up, "RIDDHIMA! Tum please….ab tum shaadi shuda ho…..aise nahin bolna chahiye….."

Riddhima stood up after cutting all her veggies, "Armaan….sach kadwa laga na?…..kya karoon mujhey ghuma phira ke bolna bilkul pasand nahin hai…..hamesha sey hi seedha seedha bolney ki aadat rahi hai……itni jaldi aadat change karna mushkil hai…."


Armaan knew Riddhima would not be an easy person to live with; unfortunately whatever she had said so far was all true, and he had no answers.

"Good morning Armaan…good morning Riddhima!" Sid walked in bleary eyed.

Sid poured himself a cup of tea from the kettle, 'arre Riddhima tum aatey hi kitchen mein lag gayi…."

Armaan teased Sid, "Hmm…..bahut chinta hai tho jaa tu bhi help kar de…."

"Yaar…main aur kitchen?….You are better at that….RIDDHIMA DO YOU NEED ANY HELP? ARMAAN IS SAYING HE WILL HELP!" Sid teased Armaan back

Riddhima replied back, "I AM FINE….I DON'T NEED ANY HELP!…and that too from Armaan.." she whispered the last part to herself clenching her teeth.

Armaan tried to change the topic, "Hmm Sid lagta hai raat bhar soya nahin…..tho suhaag raat kaisi rahi?"he patted his back

Sid lowered his eyes shyly, "Armaan…yaar chhod…..tu bhi na…."

Riddhima came back after putting the vegetables to cook in the pressure cooker, "Armaan….tumhey kya lagta hai log suhaag raat mein kya kartey hain?"

Armaan was shocked at her question, 'Wo…wo….wohi kartey hai…jo sab kartey hain…"

"Tho phir poonch kyo rahey ho?" Riddhima gave him a sharp look. Armaan looked away and was about to leave when Billy came back from his walk.

"Good morning Sid beta….achcha hua tum uth gaye….main tum logon ki honeymoon ke baare mein soch hi raha tha…..yeh rahi 3 tickets Mt Abu ke liye…."

"Theen?" Armaan intervened

"Haan theen-Sid, Riddhima aur tum!" Billy said authoritatively

"Chachaji main…..main kya karoonga kabab mein hadhi ban kar…."

"Armaan…main kuch nahin sun naa chahta….you will have to come with us" Sid spoke up

"Beta…tum bhi wahan ghoom lena…after all that is how all of you met…..Sid aur Riddhima apney aap time paas kar lengey…tum kuch aur kar lena….but have fun all three of you" Billy refused to hear a 'no'

Armaan looked at Riddhima, who was trying to suppress her smile and look away.

"OK chachaji main jaaney ko tayyar hoon par mere saath meri dost Shilpa bhi chalegi…."

"Shilpa?…are you serious about her?" Sid asked

"Never been more serious…" Armaan looked down and turned around, he knew he could not look at Riddhima in the eye as he said that.

"Kya karti hai wo?" Sid asked

"Wo…wo…ek advertising firm mein marketing department mein hai" Armaan lied again

"OK…beta…I will make 1 more reservation" Billy said

[SIZE=7>MOUNT ABU:

The 4 of them checked into a beautiful hotel.

"Sid…tum logon ka kamraa 8th floor par hai…aur hamara 6th floor par" Armaan handed over the keys to Sid and put his arm around Shilpa and walked towards the elevator.

Riddhima's temper flared up whenever she saw Shilpa-there was something about her which made her uncomfortable-why did she care? Was Riddhima jealous of her? Or did she still care for Armaan, as she thought Shilpa was not the right girl for him?

When they reached the 6th floor, Armaan handed over separate keys to Shilpa-"tumhara kamraa 605 hai aur mera 608….par kisi ko pata nahin chalna chahiye….samjhi…"

"Theek hai baba…..main apney kamrey mein jaati…..aap ko jab zaroorat ho mera, mujhey phone milana…..main aa jaayegi…" Shilpa winked at him and left. Armaan cringed at her friendly gesture but just nodded and walked into his room.

After lunch, they all decided to go biking on the mountains.

"That is a great idea Armaan…..batao kab chalna hai.." Sid was excited and squeezed Riddhima's hand. Riddhima just smiled but did not seem very receptive to Sid's intimacy.

Armaan managed to find a place a few miles away from their hotel to rent the bikes. He got 2 tandem bikes. Sid and Riddhima rode in one; Armaan and Shilpa on the other one. It was a beautiful day and they did not realize how far they had come on their bikes.

Suddenly, Sid and Riddhima's bike hit a stone in the path and they both came crashing down. Armaan and Shilpa ran to help. Sid got up and brushed his clothes. Riddhima's leg had struck a sharp metallic piece on the dirt road and had gashed her leg right below the knee.

"KHOON! KHOON!" Sid screamed, as he saw Riddhima sitting in a pool of blood spurting out of her deep leg wound below her jeans. Armaan rushed to Riddhima and tore the lower part of her jeans to look at the wound, "SID…PLEASE GIVE ME A CLOTH OR SOMETHING….SHE WILL BLEED TO DEATH" Riddhima was feeling dizzy and almost fainted but Armaan put his arm around her neck and rested her head on his thigh.

"Yaar…Armaan…I can't find anything…" Sid was turning pale himself, his fear at the sight of blood was very evident.

"Shilpa….zara Sid ko sambhalo…let me take care of Riddhima…" Armaan removed his t-shirt and tied it around her gushing wound. That helped slow the blood flow, but she needed medical help soon. By now, she was semi conscious and limp in Armaan's lap. Armaan lifted her with both his arms and started walking, "Shilpa…you and Sid meet us at the hotel with the bikes….I will find a doctor…"

Armaan walked miles with Riddhima in his arms. He did not remove his eyes from her beautiful, but pale face-he made sure she was still breathing; he prayed all through, "Please God don't let anything happen to her……"

A sweaty, bare chest Armaan reached the hotel with a beautiful lady in his arms. The hotel manager rushed to them, 'Kya hua sir?"

"I need a doctor…she has a bad wound…."

"Yes sir….hotel doctor ko bhejta hoon main…aap inhey room mein le jaaiye…"

Armaan took her to his room, as he did not have her room keys. She had regained consciousness by then. She was shocked to see herself in Armaan's arms, his muscular chest close to her body, hair all wet from perspiration and sweat beads all over his face and chest. " Armaan what are you doing?" Riddhima tried to free herself but the pain in her leg prevented her from doing so. Armaan carried her to his bed and placed her down. Riddhima winced in pain and tried to speak, " Armaan, what the hell…are you….tumhari himmat kaise huyi mujhey yahan lane ki…."

"Shut up Riddhima! Doctor aata hi hoga…"

"Doctor?" she looked at her blood soaked, torn jeans and Armaan's t-shirt around her leg. Her anger at Armaan melted away, "Armaan….yeh kya hua?" she finally rested her head on the pillow and closed her eyes, as she recalled the accident.

Armaan was on the phone, as he put on a clean shirt on, "Haan Shilpa…Sid sey kehna bikes wapas kar de aur mere room mein hain hum…..doctor is on his way.."

The doctor arrived and advised stitches. He prepared her wound and started suturing right away. Armaan could see the pain in Riddhima's eyes, as the doctor injected her wound. He went and sat beside her and squeezed her hand, 'Riddhima….sab theek ho jaayega….himmat sey kaam lo…"

Riddhima closed her eyes and did not make any effort to free her hand; there was something so comforting about his touch that she forgot the needle piercing her skin. She squeezed his hand tighter if she felt any discomfort. Armaan was tempted to caress her face and stroke her hair; he almost touched her head when there was a knock on the door. He freed his hand and went to open the door. Riddhima opened her eyes and saw Sid standing at the door.

Sid ran to Riddhima, "Riddhima….are you all right?….main tho darr hi gaya tha.." he held her hand as the doctor completed his job. Strangely, Riddhima could feel every stab of the needle after Sid held her hand…..what was so magical about Armaan's touch?……why did she still crave for him?…..she closed her eyes and Armaan saw tears rolling from her eyes. He knew she was hurting but he was helpless.

"Doctor….yeh kitney din mein theek ho jaayega?" Armaan tried to distract himself.

"Kareeb 1-2 hafte tho lag jaayenge….next 1 week someone will have to do her dressing everyday…..yeh rahey prescriptions….." the doctor left after shaking hands with Armaan, "young man, you saved your wife's life today …."

Armaan and Sid were stunned at the doctor's response, "Oh…sorry doctor…he is the husband….I was just helping….." Armaan pointed towards Sid.

"OH….I am sorry….I was mistaken…..anyways good luck…call me if you have any concerns…."

Riddhima heard what the doctor had said but she pretended she was not listening….why did the doctor's words sound like music to her……even when she knew Armaan would never be hers……why did she feel she still belonged to him……and he belonged to her……why did she feel that it was his 'haq" to take care of her……

PART 11:-


As Riddhima was not able to roam around in Mt Abu anymore, she spent most of her time at the hotel and surrounding areas.

"Yaar…Armaan…wo Riddhima ki dressing mujhsey nahin hogi…I get a little queasy…please tu kar dena.." Sid confided in Armaan the next day.

Riddhima snapped back, "main koyi bachchi nahin hoon….main khud kar loongi…."

Armaan shrugged his shoulders and turned around to leave.

"OUCH!" Riddhima screamed, as she opened her bandage.

Armaan turned back and walked towards Riddhima. He lifted her bare leg and placed it on his thigh; he gently removed her dressing and cleaned her wound as prescribed. Riddhima tried to protest but Armaan ignored her and kept working.

Sid sat next to her, "Riddhima…bachchon ki tarah mat act karo….Armaan ko karney do jo karna hai….he knows best"

Riddhima looked at Sid and rolled her eyes- she was surprised that her extremely tender hearted husband called her a "bachcha".

She was indeed enjoying seeing Armaan at her feet, caressing her leg with his gentle fingers. He looked up periodically to see her expression. He could tell she was enjoying his touch as much as he was- he shook his head-that is wrong, he was just doing his duty, he reminded himself again and again.

"All done….ab roz main hi karoonga yeh….par no protests samjhi!" Armaan snapped his fingers at her. Riddhima just frowned and said, "whatever!"

That evening, the four of them sat around in the hotel lounge after dinner. Shilpa looked bored and filed her nails while the three of them talked.

Sid tried to strike a conversation with Shilpa but was surprised to see her ignorance about the business world. He thought, "Yeh….Armaan ko kaise pasand aayi? Keh raha tha ki marketing mein hai…pata nahin Armaan ka bhi…aakhir kaisi ladki pasand hai ussey?"

Sid finally looked at Riddhima, "Riddhima koyi gaana sunayo…kuch romantic sa…jaisi yeh raat hai….." he looked outside at the moon and stars.

Armaan felt a little uncomfortable, "main chalta hoon….ab Shilpa ko bhi neend aa rahi hai…"

"Nahin..yaar baith…Riddhima ka gaana sun karr ja…" Sid insisted.

Riddhima smiled and came and sat next to Sid, almost teasing Armaan with her proximity to her husband.

She sang this beautiful romantic ghazal by Chitra Singh, "raat bhi neen bhi"
http://www.dishant.com/album/jagjit_singh_...table_hits.html

raat bhi neend bhi kahaani bhee
haaye kya cheez hai jawaani bhee

dil ke sholoN se paDti hai sehra
zindagi aag bhee hai paani bhee

khaRk kya kya muJhe nahiN kehti
kuch sunooN maiN teri zubaani bhee

paas rehna kisi ka raat ki raat
mehmaani bhee mezbaani bhee

Riddhima teased Armaan with her eyes and expressions, as she sang the ghazal. Sid was pleased to see her getting intimate with him that night. He put his arm around Riddhima; she saw Armaan turn his head away…..she knew he was jealous and for whatever reason, she enjoyed seeing him like that! Shilpa had already left and was nowhere to be seen.

Riddhima excused herself after the song and limped towards the bathroom. She saw Shilpa standing near the bathroom door talking to someone on the phone with a cigarette in one hand. Riddhima was shocked to hear the filthy language Shilpa was using; she was angry at someone and was fuming on the phone.

Riddhima smirked, 'tho yeh hai Armaan ki type….." she remembered how Armaan had snubbed her at the tennis club by saying, "you are not my type, Riddhima"

Riddhima came out of the restroom in a short while and saw police outside the hotel lounge. She saw Shilpa talking to them and Armaan trying to explain something to the cops. Sid was standing on the side. He saw Riddhima and ran towards her, "Riddhima…chalo oopar chaltey hain….humein iss maamley mein nahin padhna chahiye….."

Riddhima was shocked, "Sid….lekin dekh tho lo kya mamla hai….aakhir Armaan ko koyi help chahiye tho?…."

"In madam ke room ki talaashi lo officer…." One of the cops ordered

They all walked inside and took the elevator. Riddhima insisted that they follow Armaan and Shilpa also. Sid just followed Riddhima like a lamb. Riddhima was stunned to see that Shilpa had a separate room from Armaan.

The cops came out after searching her room, 'sir….yeh cocaine ke bags miley hain…aur yeh diary…..she is a part of a call girls gang who deal in drugs also….."

The cops handcuffed Shilpa and took her away. One of the officers looked at Armaan, "Sahib…aap inkey chakkar mein kaise padh gaye.?"

Armaan looked embarrassed and just shook his head.
After the cops finally left, Sid came up to Armaan, 'yaar…yeh kis ladki ke chakkar mein padh gaya? Aisa kya tha uss mein?"

Armaan just patted Sid's shoulder, "yaar tu nahin samjhega……ab ja Riddhima ko lekar soney ja…" and left for his room.

Riddhima's eyes were burning with anger, "Sid tum oopar jao….main abhi aati hoon….mujhey Armaan sey kuch baat karni hai….."

"Riddhima…kal morning mein kar lena…..mujhey neend aa rahi hai…" Sid whined

"Nahin Sid…please tum jao…main thodi der mein aati hoon…"

Sid did as he was told. He never questioned Riddhima, and he was really sleepy and in no mood to argue with her.

Riddhima knocked at Armaan's door.

"Riddhima? Tum abhi yahin ho?"

"Kya main andar aa sakti hoon?"

"Haan…aao…Sid kahan hai?"

"Wo soney chala gaya hai aur waise bhi baat mujhey hi karni hai….."

"Itni raat ko aur wo bhi akeli…."

"Kyon tumhey apney aap par bharosa nahin hai kya?" she taunted

"Riddhima….tum hamesha aise kyon baat karti ho?"

Riddhima came inside and shut the door, "Armaan Mallik! Can you tell me why you had to do all this drama?"

"Drama? Kya keh rahi ho?"

"Tum jaante ho main kya keh rahi hoon……kitney paise diye the tumney uss Shilpa ko yeh sab drama karney ke liye?"

"Riddhima…tum kya keh rahi ho…I don't understand"

"Of course you will not understand…..kyunki main ghuma phira ke nahin bol rahi hoon na?"

"Riddhima…please understand" Armaan kept stepping backwards as Riddhima kept approaching him till he was pinned to the wall and Riddhima's face was inches away from him.

"Armaan…..mujhey saaf saaf bataa dete ki tum mujhey apney bhai ko ek birthday present ke roop mein de rahe ho, tho shayad tumhey gift wrapping paper main khud khareed ke de deti…..ek call girl par itna paisa kharch nahin karna padhta…..why did you do this to me and to your brother?"

"RIDDHIMA! You are out of your mind…..aur yadi aisa hi tha tho tumney Sid sey shaadi kyon ki?"

"Maine shaadi iss liye ki, ki tum roz jab mujhey apney bhai ke saath dekho tho tumhey yeh ehsaas roz roz ho ki tumney kya khoya hai…..you would know what you are missing in life…yehi tumhari saza hai….." she snapped her fingers and turned around to leave. She limped towards the door and almost tripped over. Armaan tried to help but she refused.

He finally said, "Riddhima abhi tum gussey mein ho…main jaanta hoon tum thode din mein Sid sey bhi pyaar karney lagogi, after all you do like him"

Riddhima gave Armaan a sharp look, "Armaan, tum aurat nahin ho….love or liking mein farak nahin samjhogey….GOOD NIGHT!" she hobbled off to the elevator.
PART 12:

Riddhima went back to her room and tried to get some sleep. Sid's face looked so peaceful when he was fast asleep-he is so oblivious of my pain-she thought.

She sobbed silently all night, as she thought about what had happened in the last few weeks….. Armaan was right….why did she have to rush into marriage with Sid?….it was an impulsive decision on her part but now that she was married to him, may be with time, she might start loving Sid…..after all not everyone is fortunate to marry the person they love……may be a compromise is better than an unhappy marriage……Sid was a nice person, he cared for her, they had common interests……in the long run he might turn out to be a good husband…..bas wo kabhi Armaan nahin ban paayega……

Armaan stayed up all night himself, Riddhima's harsh words still ringing in his ears……he could not blame her for saying all those things…..she was absolutely right……did he do the right thing by pushing Sid and Riddhima into marriage?……he knew Riddhima was a strong girl….she was upset but not broken…..Sid would have broken down if Riddhima had not married him….and that is one thing he had promised himself and Billy a long time ago…..he would always look after Sid…never let him break down like he had after his mother's death!

NEXT MORNING:

Armaan came to Riddhima's room to dress her wound. Riddhima was lying in bed, still in her night clothes. Sid had gone out for a morning jog.

Armaan collected all the supplies to dress her wound and sat at the foot of the bed, "ab dard kaisa hai?"

Riddhima was still misty eyed from last night, "kaun sa dard?"

Armaan tried to smile, "I am just interested in the leg right now…zara apni nightie oopar karna…."

"Wo tho main jaanti hoon….aakhir dil ka dard tum kya samjhogey…" she taunted him as she gently lifted her nightie to expose her wounded leg.

"Riddhima…..lagta hai raat bhar soyi nahin ho…," he looked at her red and swollen eyes and kept removing her dressing from her leg.

"Tum bhi tho nahin soye"

He grinned mischievously, 'Wo Shilpa ke bina neend nahin aati na…"

She finally busrt out laughing through her tears, "Armaan….tum bhi….you are incorrigible…"

"Chalo….maine tumhey hansaya tho…." He smiled again, as he cleaned her wound and dressed it again.

She looked apolgetic, 'I am sorry…kal raat kuch zyada hi bol gayi thi…"

"Wo tho tumhara birth right hai……"

"kya matlab?" she sat up

"Yehi…..bolna aura taaney sunaana…."

"look who is talking Mr talkative!"

"I am glad you got it out of your system, ab mujhey baar baar meethi chhuri ki tarah kaathee to nahin rahogi ….," he put the final tape on her wound

"You deserved it!" she teased him

"OK baba….kaan pakadta hoon….tum sey nahin jeet sakta…..can we be friends again?," he extended his hand towards her.

She smiled and nodded, "Ok….par ek shart par….aaj ke baad mujhsey kabhi jhooth nahin bologey…." She placed her hand in his hand

"Promise…" he squeezed her hand back and got up to leave.

"Kahan jaa rahey ho?" she asked

"Your highness ke liye breakfast order karney…." He teased her.

Sid came back in a little while, "Oh..Armaan…I am glad you are here….aaj papa ka phone aaya tha…..tumsey baat karna chah rahey the…tumhara phone nahin mil raha tha.."

"Wo…shayad room mein hi reh gaya hai….theek hai tum ab apni wife ko sambhalo….I will see you later…" he smiled and said good bye.

Sid blushed at that last comment and sat down next to Riddhima, "ab kaisi hai chot?"

"Itni gehri chot tho dheere dheere hi bharegi.." Riddhima looked at Armaan with the corner of her eyes, as he left the room. The smile on his lips vanished, as he understood the hidden meaning of her last sentence. He felt his eyes tearing up in the elevator- " I am sorry Riddhima…maine tumhey bahut gehri chot pahunchayi hai…..I hope you will forgive me one day…."

[SIZE=7>MUMBAI:

The three of them returned from Mt Abu after a week. Riddhima's wound was healing well, she was more mobile and did not need any more daily dressings from Armaan.
Armaan started his new job at a consumer goods company as a manager. Sid had not yet decided what he wanted to do.

One evening, when they were all seated at the dining table, Sid made an announcement, "Papa, main 6 mahiney ke liye US jaana chahta hoon…wahan University of Michigan business school mein ek small business start up ke liye ek course ho raha hai…I think I want to go kyunki main apna business start karna chahta hoon, naukri nahin…"

Armaan was pleased to hear that Sid was seriously and independently thinking about his career. In the past, Sid had always consulted Armaan first before making any major decisions-it was probably Riddhima's influence, he thought.

Billy was thrilled, "yeh tho bahut achchi baat hai beta…."

Riddhima remained silent; she had no idea Sid had been thinking about this-she had seen some brochures in their room about some similar programs, but he had not mentioned anything to her.

"Armaan….tu bhi chal na…" Sid said

"Nahin yaar….I am happy with my job….tum aur Riddhima 6 mahiney ke liye US jao….it would be good for you…waise bhi chachaji ko itney din akele nahin chhod sakta…." Armaan looked at Riddhima to see her response. She kept eating without looking up.

"Of course Riddhima….tum bhi chalogi na?" Sid asked

Riddhima gave a sharp look at Armaan, "Kyun nahin…." She still derived pleasure at teasing Armaan and seeing his jealous expression.

Sid and Riddhima started preparing for their trip. A few days before their departure, Riddhima got a call from her father's neighbor, "Beti…main Mr Tiwari bol raha hoon tumhare papa ka padosi…wo tumhare papa ki tabiyat theek nahin hai…jaldi aao….maine ambulance ke liye phone kar diya hai…."

Riddhima was shocked to hear the news, 'Main abhi aati hoon uncle…." She hung up and ran to her room. Sid was not there-he had gone to the passport office to get some paper work ready. Billy was out to the library to work on his book. She decided to take the car herself and go home to her father.

As she was leaving, she heard Armaan's voice, "RIDDHIMA! Kahan jaa rahi ho itni jaldi mein?" he came down the stairs and saw Riddhima's worried expression.

"Armaan…Armaan…papa..ko ambulance…" she could not speak anymore and started sobbing.

Armaan took the car keys from her hand and led the way, "chalo mere saath"

They arrived at Shashank's house and found the ambulance taking him on a stretcher.

Riddhima ran towards the ambulance, 'Kya hua mere papa ko?…kahan le jaa rahey hain inhey?"

"Madam…inhey stroke hua hai….Bombay hospital le ja rahey hain…aap peeche peeche apni gaadi mein aa jaaiye…"

Armaan and Riddhima followed the ambulance to the hospital.

Shashank was immediately hospitalized and a team of doctors and nurses surrounded him.

Riddhima was trembling, "Armaan…mere papa theek tho ho jaayengey na?….unkey alawa mera koyi nahin hai…." Armaan put his arm around her and tried to console her, "Riddhima…don't worry sab theek ho jaayega…." She started sobbing on his chest, as he stroked her hair and consoled her. As she rested her head on his chest, it seemed that Armaan had absorbed all her worries and fears about her dad-she felt an unusual comfort, a feeling that she could depend on no one but him during this crisis!

A little later, they were informed that Shashank had regained consciousness and was stable now. He had a minor paralytic stroke from high blood pressure but was out of danger now. Armaan and Riddhima went inside and met him. Shashank was not able to speak or move his right hand but was happy to see them.

A little later, Sid and Billy also arrived.

"Sid, main ab tumharey saath US nahin jaa sakoongi…." Riddhima informed him that evening.

"Lekin Riddhima, tumhari ticket aur passport sab tayyar hai….papa theek ho jaayengey kuch hi dinon mein….aur Armaan tho hai yahan…wo dekh lega unhey…."

"Nahin Sid….meri shaadi ke baad, papa apni health ka dhyan nahin rakh rahey the, main Mumbai chhod kar nahin jaaoongi….I am sorry Sid"

Sid was disappointed and decided to leave alone, as he did not want out to miss out on this opportunity. He knew Riddhima would not change her mind.

After Sid's departure, Riddhima spent a lot of time with her father and helped him recuperate from the illness. Armaan helped her like a true friend- he was always there, whenever she or Shashank needed him. He spent hours with Shashank, both in the hospital and after he came back home. He dropped and picked Riddhima back and forth between the 2 homes and took care of all the doctor's visits and picking up medicines and supplies.

"Armaan…tumhari nayi nayi naukri hai na? Tho phir tum itna time kaise hamare saath rehtey ho?" Riddhima asked him one day when they were driving to her father's house.

"It is just a job, Riddhima…..waise bhi mere qualifications itney achche hain ki I am a very desirable candidate for anyone…." He smiled mischievously.

'Desirable? I am not sure about that…" Riddhima teased him back, as she got off the car.

Armaan and Riddhima had developed such a comfort level with each other, that they could easily tease each other without making the other person feel bad or guilty any more. Riddhima was still upset with him for what he had done, but she valued his friendship more than ever. She had also decided to give her marriage to Sid a fair chance. Riddhima knew that whatever might happen, Armaan would always be there to support her…..she had learnt to be content with what fate had in store for her.

Sid was busy with the course in Michigan. He talked to Riddhima 3-4 times a week, usually enquiring about her dad's health and general well being. Riddhima felt that Sid was getting a little more distant, but somehow that did not bother her-she did feel guilty about that though-after all he would be back in a few months time and he was her husband!

One day, when Riddhima was looking after Shashank at his home, he asked her, "beti ek baat batao…"

"Haan papa…" Riddhima was making the bed for her dad.

"Jab hum London mein Armaan aur Sid sey miley the, mujhey aisa laga tha ki tum Armaan ko zyada pasand karti ho…."

Riddhima froze at that comment and did not say anything.

"Parr jab shaadi ki baat chali…tumney Sid ko pasand kiya….bura na maano tho poonch sakta hoon kyon?"

"Kyon….aapko apna damaad pasand nahin hai kya?" she asked coldly

"Nahin…nahin…aisi baat nahin hai…..Sid tho bahut achcha ladka hai….balki main chahta tha tum ussi sey shaadi karo…..main tho tumhari mann ki baat jaan na chahta tha…."

"Papa…yeh zaroori tho nahin ki insaan ko har wo cheez mil jaaye jo ussey pasand ho.." her voice got a little husky as she said that.

"Riddhima? Tho mera andaaza sahi tha…."

"Papa…aap jaldi theek ho jaaiye…warna aapkey dimaag mein ultey-seedhey khayal aatey rahengey….."

"Beti…..Armaan ki aankhon mein wohi dard dekhta hoon jo tumhari aankhon mein hai…..chahey wo tumhara pati nahin hai, par itna jaanta hoon wo tumhara saath kabhi nahin chhodega…..aur ho sakey tho tum bhi kabhi nahin chhodna….aise achchey dost bahut kum naseeb waalon ko miltey hai…"

Riddhima had tears in her eyes; she excused herself and went to the kitchen, "papa….aap mere dil ki baat itni aasani sey kaise padh lete hain…." She said to herself.
PART 13:

One day, Armaan and Riddhima were returning back from Shashank's house when it started raining heavily. This was one of those heavy Mumbai rainfalls, which can flood the city within hours. Armaan's car got stuck in a ditch. He got out to see what had happened-he was shocked to see that the tires of the care were barely visible. He looked all around and saw people riding on top of buses and sitting on their cars. There was trash floating all around, he also saw some animals swimming in the water.

Before he realised, the water level kept rising in front of his eyes. He looked inside the car, "RIDDHIMA! we need to get out of the car...yahan floods aa gaye hain..."

Riddhima got off and found herself in knee deep water. she was wearing jeans and a sleeveless silk top. Sh got drenched within seconds of getting off the car.

Armaan and Riddhima started walking, looking for a shelter. It was hard for Riddhima to keep up with Armaan's pace. Armaan turned around and offered his hand to her-she held his hand tightly-they both kept walking. The water kept getting deeper. soon Riddhima's petite frame was barely able to keep her head above water. Armaan realised that it was going to be worse as they moved on.

"Riddhima, please give me your arms...let me carry you on my back...like a piggy back ride"

"WHAT?" she asked

"Tumhey swimming aati hai?"

"Nahin"

"Phir doobney ko tayyar ho jao.."

She got the point and agreed to ride on his back. He lifted her gently on his back, 'Riddhima mujhey zor sey pakad lo, warna hum dono gir jaayengey.."

"Achcha hai na...saath hi girengey..." she said naughtily but held on to his neck tightly.

"Riddhima mazaak ka time nahin hai..." Armaan screamed as the thunder was getting louder.

Riddhima's face touched his right cheek,her arms held his neck firmly, his strong arms supported her legs on either side of his body. They were aware that this was a natural disaster, with their lives threatened, there was an unusual comfort and peace that they both were experiencing in each others arms...yeh pal phir ho na ho...

They finally arrived at an elevated shelter, where there were hordes of people, all trying to escape the deluge.

"Riddhima...hum yahin wait kartey hain..." he finally set her down. As he placed her down, her hair got caught in the button of his jacket. Their face were so close to each other, that Armaan could kiss her if he wanted. He tried to free her hair, but it was badly entangled. They could smell each other's warm breathe and their wet bodies could feel the heat emanating from each other. Her hair was finally free; Riddhima looked up at him-their eyes did not want to un lock from each other. They could have stood like that all night, if someone had not pushed them into each other's arms.

"Sorr..rry.." Riddhima realised that she was holding him tightly and her face was touching his chest through his wet shirt.

They waited under the shelter for hours but there was no let up in the rain. Riddhima was shivering in her wet clothes. Armaan took his jacket off and gave it to her.

"Tumhey bhi tho thand lag jaayegi..." she protested

"Main itna naazuk nahin hoon..." he winked and smiled

She gave him a sharp look, "yeha right...dekhna sabsey pehley bimaar tum hi padogey..."

"Yadi koyi seva karega, tho bimaar bhi padhney ko tayyar hoon..." he said absent-mindedly, but soon realised what he had said, " mera matlab...yeh nahin tha..."

Riddhima did not mind his comment. From time to time, Armaan had accidental slips from his tongue, which his subconscious probably made him say, when he was not thinking. Riddhima thought, "main ek baar tho Armaan se zaroor wo baat kahlwa ke rahoongi jiska mujhey kabsey intezaar hai...main jaanti hoon ussney jhooth kaha tha ki wo mujhsey pyar nahin karta..."

Someone lit a fire in the middle of the shelter. Everyone sat around to get some warmth. It was clear that they would have to spend the night in the shelter. Their cellphones were all down as the lines were all jammed.

Armaan and Riddhima managed to find a little space next to the fire. Armaan looked at Riddhima as they sat around with their knees folded with arms circling the knees.

She looked really beautiful in wet open hair and the reflection of the fire on her face made it glow even more...kaash tum meri hoti...kaash Sid ko tumsey pyaar nahin huya hota...Kaash mujh mey sach bolney ki himmat hoti... He wanted to hold her, caress her and kiss her at that very moment.

Riddhima caught him staring at her but she did not mind that either...although she was married to someone else, she knew it was Armaan's right to look at her like that...why did she not care at this moment about what others would think...she rested her head on his shoulder and fell asleep. Armaan smiled and put his arm around her, as if saying, "main tumhara hamesha dhyan rakhoonga...come what may..."
PART 14: short but important update

Armaan and Riddhima returned home safely after there was a let up in the rainfall and flood water receded. Billy was very worried, "shukr hai bhagwan ka tum dono theek ho….TV par kaisi-kaisi reports aa rahi hain….beti tu Sid ko phone kar lena…bechare ke kitney phone aa gaye hain kal sey….bas ussey yeh tassalli thi ki tum akeli nahin thi, Armaan ke saath thi…."

Riddhima and Armaan looked at each other as Billy said the last few words. They both felt guilty, not that anything had happened between them but a lot had been said by their eyes and body language. Last night at the shelter, they had been 'sheltered' not only from the rain, but also the rest of the world, the rules& norms of the society, man-made relationships….and now the reality had just hit them!

"Papa..main oopar se phone kar leti hoon," Riddhima felt a little embarrassed and ran upstairs.

"Hello…main bol rahi hoon….nahin don't worry Sid, I am fine…..haan Armaan mere saath hi tha….hum papa ke yahan se wapas aa rahey the…..don't worry…..Ok …bye…." Riddhima hung up the phone and went to take a shower.

As the water from the shower fell on her body, she remembered all the events from last night….the piggy back ride…..the hair entangled in Armaan's shirt…..his wet body so close to her….the fireside and his arms…..was it all a dream…..was that just an accident or was it fate?

Riddhima had always been a clear-headed girl her whole life. She was never afraid to call a spade a spade, people marveled at her clarity of thought, but why was she so confused now? There was no doubt in her mind that her heart belonged to Armaan only, but why did she feel guilty about last night? Was it Sid, her husband-the man she had 'saath pheras' with in front of the world-did she not have any responsibility towards him? He loved and trusted her a lot, in fact one of the reasons, he had gone to the US was to prove to her that he could achieve something on his own…..he did not say anything to her, but the events after their wedding had motivated him to do something "big."

Riddhima turned the water off and came out of the shower. She dressed up in a green churidar suit and as she was putting bindi and kum kum in her maang, she thought "Yadi meri kismat mein Sid hi hai, tho mujhey poori koshish karni chahiye ki main ek patni ban sakoon……koyi insaan perfect nahin hota is duniya mein…..na main, na Armaan…aur na hi Sid…..ussmey aur kitni khoobiyan hain….mujhey Armaan ki chah ab chhodni hogi…..main jaanti hoon mera mann hamesha Armaan ka hi rahega, par duniyadari sab ko nibhani padhti hai…..mujhey bhi…bas marney se pehle ek baar yeh ichcha hai ki ek baar Armaan ke muh se I love you sun loon……mere liye yehi bahut hoga…."

song to describe Riddhima's emotions- Katra katra from "Ijaazat"

http://www.dishant.com/album/ijazat.html


katra katra milti hai
katra katra jeene do
zindgi hai, bahne do
pyaasi hoon main pyasi rahne do

Tumne to aakash bichhaya
mere nange pairo main zameen hai
dekhe to tumhaari aarzoo hai
shayad aisi zindagi haseen hai
aarzoo main bahne do
pyaasi hoon main pyaasi rahne do
...


Armaan was lost in his own thoughts. After showering and changing up, he got ready to go to work. As he drove to work, he thought, "Mere aur Riddhima ke raaste baar-baar kyon judhte hain……ab wo Sid ki amaanat hai par phir bhi mujhey aisa kyon lagta hai ki wo meri hai, aur mujhey hi uska dhyaan dena hai…..kyon main apney aap ko ussey door nahin rakh pata……why do I always want to protect her, save her, be there with her…..maine hi tho usse Sid se shaadi karney par majboor kiya tha, ab main hi kyon bhatak raha hoon…..kal raat hum dono jaante the ki hum ek doosrey se pyaar kartey hain…par yeh galat hai…..I cannot do this to my brother…….wo bilkul toot jaayega…..mujhey apney emotions par control karna padhega. ……BREAK! He did not realize, he was about to run someone over while driving. He shook his head, "Riddhima…tumney mujhey kis duvidha mein daal diya…..main naa tho tum se door reh sakta hoon, aur tumharey paas aana bahut badha paap hoga…..," he banged his fists on the steering wheel and drove off.
PART 15:

Over the next few weeks, Armaan and Riddhima acted on their resolve to honor their relationship with Sid. Riddhima purposely kept her distance from Armaan and Armaan spent more time at his new job, trying to distract himself from Riddhima's constant presence at home. Shashank had also recovered from his stroke and got busy with his consulting work that he had started after retirement. Riddhima made sure she called Sid everyday and filled him with the day's activities. Sid was really looking forward to coming home now.

Sid returned from the US after his 6 month training. He was pleased to see Riddhima at the airport. He gave her a big hug, "I missed you so much……dekho tumhari yaad mein maine kitni kavitaayein likh daali….." Riddhima smiled and said, "I am glad you are back…"

"Armaan nahin aaya…..ab usey lagta hai ki meri shaadi ho gayi hai tho he does not need to care about me?" Sid complained as they drove back.

"I think uski koyi meeting thi shayad…." Riddhima lied, as she knew Armaan was trying to keep his distance from her, and give her more opportunities to spend time with her husband.

" Phone tho kar sakta tha!" Sid was still annoyed. Riddhima looked at Sid as she was driving and thought, "Armaan Sid ki zindagi mein kitni importance rakhta hai….in dono ka bandhan bahut gehraa hai….tabhi shayad Armaan ney……" Riddhima shook her head, as she had resolved, she would stop thinking about the circumstances that led to her wedding and try to focus on her future with Sid….after all no one had forced her to marry…..it was her choice, albeit on an impulse……

"Riddhima…jaanti ho US mein meri dosti Vivek naam ke aadmi se huyi….wo US kayi saalon se hai par ab India wapas aana chahta hai…..he has a great business idea….main soch raha hoon uskey saath naya business start karoon…."

Riddhima was happy for him, "yeh tho bahut achchi baat hai….," that would boost his self-confidence she thought.

They arrived home, where Armaan and Billy greeted them.

"Yaar….tu ney bahut kam phone kiye aur airport bhi nahin aaya….main bahut naaraz hoon" Sid complained as he hugged Armaan.

"Ab tera dhyan dene waali aa gayi hai na…..now I have more time to find someone who can take care of me too!" Armaan patted his back and winked.

Riddhima smiled, as she knew Armaan, as usual was just boasting-there were no girls, no dates- he just worked and took care of Billy and the house…..he could be so deceptive…..he was indeed very different from what one would think about him on first impression…..kaash maine yeh baat samajh lee hoti tho aaj…..she shook her head again as she remembered her resolution again…..

[SIZE=7>NEXT MORNING AT BREAKFAST:


"Armaan….main apni ek company kholna chahta hoon…US mein mujhey ek dost mila, uska naam Vivek hai….he will help me set it up….main chahta hoon tum bhi mere saath kaam karo…." Sid asked Armaan over breakfast next day.

"Kaisa kaam?" Billy asked , as he folded his newspaper

"Papa….yehi software business…aaj kal US ke saath off shoring mein bahut scope hai…."

"I think it is a good idea, but Sid I am happy where I am….mujhey business nahi karna…"Armaan said chewing on his toast.

"Yaar…we can be partners….and in no time can become very big like the Infosys and the Wipros….those companies have done so well overseas…."

"Beta Armaan…I think it would be good if you join Sid…..partnership achchi rahegi…." Billy tried to convince Armaan.

Armaan was adamant, "Nahin chachaji….main interested nahin hoon….hamarey paas sab kuch tho hai…..mujhey aur kuch nahin chahiye….."

Riddhima overheard the conversation from the kitchen but kept quiet.

" Main oopar jaakar tumhey business plan dikhata hoon….phir bataana mujhey…" Sid ran upstairs.

Billy walked upto Armaan and put his arm around Armaan, "beta…I would like it yadi tum bhi partnership karo Sid ke saath…..tum tho jaante ho wo kabhi kabhi emotional ho jaata hai aur business mein ups and downs tho hotey hain….yadi tum saath rahogey tho uska hausla bana rahega…..aur main bhi chinta nahin karoonga….please mere liye kar do…aur haan…. tum ek baar Vivek se bhi mil lo…" Billy trusted Armaan's judgement in people's characters rather than Sid's. In the past, Sid had made erroneous judgments in choosing friends, which could have been disastrous, unless Armaan had not stepped in.

Armaan could never say "no" to Billy, "achcha chachaji main partnership kar loonga par I will be a non working partner….I don't want to give up my job…"

"Thank you, my son….i know I can always count on you…." Billy hugged Armaan

Riddhima was beginning to figure out the dynamics in the Malhotra/Mallik household. It looked like Sid had been over protected by Billy, and Armaan was used as an insurance policy against Sid's emotional upheavals…..it was a strange relationship…for the first time Riddhima felt bad for Armaan….Armaan's life revolved around protecting Sid's interests…..Armaan was really self less in his love for his brother……he could do anything for him and who would know it better than her…..she had tears in her eyes…..how she wanted to hug him and reassure him that she was always going to support him, no matter what!

Sid was elated to know that Armaan would be joining him as a partner.

Riddhima tried to talk to Sid one day, "Sid….tum itna bada business kyon kholna chahtey ho?….Shuroo mein chota business hi start karo…..Hamare paas bhagwan ki daya sey sab kuch tho hai…"

"Nahin Riddhima….sab kuch nahin hai….main chahta hoon ki main tumhey duniya ki saari khushiyan doon- ek badha ghar, bahut sey naukar-chaakar, bahut si gaadiyan….kyunki main jaanta hoon maine tumhey abhi tak koyi khushi nahin di hai…" Sid lowered his eyes, as he knew she understood what he meant.

"Sid…..mujhey tumsey kuch nahin chahiye…bas tumhara saath chahiye….ek achcha dost aur ek achcha saathi….main tho tumhari kavitaaon sey hi khush rahoongi"

"Riddhima….main bhi apna dharm hi tho nibha raha hoon…..apni patni ke liye saari khushiyan laana chahta hoon…."

Riddhima did not argue anymore, she knew Sid's definition of happiness was different from hers….

Riddhima thought she would support Sid in his new venture, if that is what he wanted…..she would try to be a supportive wife.

Sid and Vivek worked hard to get the business going. Sid had to travel a lot to get new clients. Armaan just provided his signatures on all the paperwork as a 50-50 partner, but was not involved in the day-to-day business. Armaan met Vivek a few times but was not too impressed with him.

Armaan thought Vivek was more "talk" than "walk". He had promised Sid, "in 2 years, our company will be really big….we will be traded on the stock market…..tu dekhta ja Sid.." Armaan tried to warn Sid a few times, 'yaar Sid…are you sure Vivek can deliver what he promises.?"

"Don't worry Armaan…Vivek has worked many years in the US, he knows how the market works….I am planning to make him my chief financial officer….he would be a right fit."

"Sid…..don't make any important decisions in a haste…" Armaan put his arm on Prihvi and tried to reason with him.

Riddhima joined them at the table, "Armaan….why don't you let Sid make decisions for himself…aakhir Sid kab tak tumhari parchayee bana rahega?" Both Sid and Armaan were stunned by her comment. Riddhima realized her mistake-she should not interfere between the brothers. She was trying to help both of them. She did not want Armaan to feel pressured to "save" Sid every time. She also knew that Sid lacked self- confidence, and one of the reasons was his over dependence on Armaan.

She got up and left, "I guess, I should stay out of this…."

Armaan felt hurt by her comment…he always wanted the best for Sid and may be it was time that he handed over the reigns to Riddhima…..she was probably right….after all, he had forced Riddhima to get married to Sid, and she was just being a dutiful wife….

Sid just stayed quiet and pondered on her statement…..she was probably right…he had to take some decisions himself, "don't worry Armaan…let me handle this one myself.."

Armaan just nodded and walked to his room.
PART 16:

Over the next few weeks, Armaan stayed busy with his work and tennis games. He tried not to interfere with Sid's new business except sign on papers as needed. Riddhima felt bad about what she had said, but she knew someone had to speak the truth. It was high time, Sid "grew up," and took responsibility for his actions. Armaan had a life too, and he should not feel obliged to 'rescue' Sid everytime. Riddhima tried to help Sid with his start-up, but Sid seemed to rely on Vivek more and more. Riddhima also thought that Vivek was a big mouth and did not care for him as much. With Sid gone for hours or days, Riddhima started spending more and more time alone or with her music.

Although, Armaan kept his distance from Riddhima, he knew she was very lonely-just like he was! One day, when Riddhima was listening to some music on the porch while reading a book on the swing, Armaan approached her. He sat down on a chair beside her, 'Riddhima….tumney fashion design mein course kiya tha na? Uska kya hua?"

"OH…Armaan tum? Wo course tho khatam ho gaya…."

"Ab aagey kya karogi?"

"Meri ichcha tho thi ki main apni ek boutique kholoon…..par ab Sid ney bhi ek naya business start kar liya hai…..ghar mein do-do naye business kholna…??"

"Soch lo…..I think you should go for it…" He smiled and got up to leave

She called for him from behind, "You really think I should?"

"I am confident Riddhima, you will do a great job" he gave her a thumbs up and left.

Riddhima thought about what Armaan had said, "Main aaj Sid sey baat karoongi…"


Riddhima asked Sid in the evening, "Sid…main apni boutique kholna chahti hoon…please meri help karogey….tum tho business ki duniya sey bahut waaqif ho…"

"Riddhima…mere paas time nahin hai…waise bhi kuch hi dino mein main itna kamaaunga ki tumhey tho kya kisi ko bhi iss ghar mein naukri nahin karni padhegi….."

"Sid, main apney liye kaam karna chahti hoon….sirf paisa hi kamaana tho sab kuch nahin…I want to have an identity of my own…."

"OK…OK…Aisa karo Armaan ke paas zyaada time hai….wo help karr dega…."

Riddhima knew Armaan would never say no, but she had been trying hard to make Sid realize his responsibilities as her husband. It seemed, whenever she needed any help, Armaan filled in the role of her spouse, rather than Sid.

Instead of asking Armaan, Riddhima decided to start her business on her own. She was talking to someone on the phone about her plans, when Armaan came home. He overheard her conversation.

When she hung up, she saw Armaan standing next to her.

"Riddhima…kis sey baat karr rahi thi?" he smiled at her, as he figured she was talking about her business plans.

"Wo, main ek bank ke loan officer sey baat kar rahi thi…..wo keh rahen ki kal hi business plan dikhaa doon, tho shayad loan approve kar dein…."

Armaan sat down on the couch and looked at her pile of papers, "you mind yadi main dekh loon?"

"Sure….tum sey achcha kaun critique kar sakta hai…?." Riddhima was in a way relieved that Armaan would review her plan. She was still new to the business world and valued Armaan's experience in this area.

Armaan went over her business plan with her in detail. He helped her modify the plan and worked on her financial details to start the business. They worked late into the night-they had spread sheets, their laptops, papers all over the living room and by early morning, Riddhima was ready with her business plan.

"Armaan….tumney tho kamaal hi kar diya….it looks so much more convincing now….thanks a lot," she looked at him with a lot of gratitude.

He just smiled, "mention not…waise bhi tumharey liye tho main kuch bhi……" he paused as he just realized what he was about to say.

She knew what he meant to say and just smiled to herself.

"Ab main bank jaakar morning mein hi loan ke liye apply karti hoon…" she changed the topic.

"Main bhi chaloonga tumharey saath…." Armaan said, as he got up and stretched. She looked at him in surprise.

"Lekin tumhey tho office jaana hoga?"

"Kuch der ki hi baat hai…..main bank loan officers ko achchi tarah jaanta hoon…ek akeli ladki ko jiskey paas koyi experience nahin ho….bahut pareshaan kar saktey hain…..don't worry, I will be there…." He smiled and got ready to go to bed.

"Armaan…did you realize, hum logon ney tho dinner kiya hi nahin!….aur tum kaise reh gaye bhookhey? Tumhein tho bilkul aadat nahin hai…." Riddhima was aware that Armaan was very fond of food and never missed a meal.

"Pataa nahin…tumharey saath bhookh aur time kaa pataa hi nahin chala…" he said subconsciously, as he was tired and not able to think clearly at this point. As he was walking upstairs, he realized what he had just said. He turned around and saw Riddhima collecting all the papers around her but she glanced upwards and saw him staring at her. She just smiled back and thought, 'Armaan ke mann ki baat main ek din bulwaa karr hi rahoongi…."

Next morning, Armaan accompanied Riddhima to the bank and helped her get a small business loan to start her business.

"Humein kisi ki guarantee bhi chahiye …jaise inkey husband ya pita…" the bank accountant said.

"Dekhiye mere husband ney khud abhi apna business start kiya hai….unki abhi income shuroo nahin huyi hai…" Riddhima said apologetically.

Armaan intervened, "I have a stable job….aap meri guarantee le lee jiye…main inka dost hoon and mujhey in par poora bharosa hai…..she will do very well in her business, warna aap meri poori ek saal ki salary rakh lee jiyegaa."

Riddhima looked at Armaan with surprise, 'Armaan….apni saari salary….yeh kya karr rahey ho? Tum aisa nahin kar saktey…."

Armaan ignored her concerns, signed the papers and got up, "Chalo..let's go….I know what I am doing," he put on his dark glasses, as they left the building.

Riddhima got busy with starting up her boutique, once her loan was approved. Although, she wanted to do it independently, she realized that having Armaan on her side made it easier when she dealt with different vendors and distributors. There was something unique about Armaan-he could convince anyone with his charm and ideas. She remembered the incident in London, when he had talked the chef in cooking special vegetarian dishes for her, all for free.

Sid tried to advise her from time to time, but was usually distracted by his own venture. "Riddhima….tum aisa karo ki apni boutique kisi bade mall mein ya 5 star hotel mein kholo….you will get more clients there…."

"Par Sid mera overhead kharcha bahut ho jaayega….main choti si jagah se start karna chahti hoon….and then grow big…."

"Whatever you say Riddhima…..maine tho apna opinion diya tha….Vivek bhi yahi sochta hai….waise Armaan sey help lo naa….he has good ideas too…." Sid picked his bag and left for the airport, 'main 2-3 din ke liye bangalore jaa raha hoon….bye" he gave her a quick hug and left.

Riddhima knew Armaan would think on the same lines as her. He had already said to her, "always climb up…..never the other way round, warna bahut taqleef hoti hai….."

Riddhima had a meeting with a landlord to lease a small space in a local shopping complex. She was a little nervous at taking such a big decision on her own. She took all the lease papers and was ready to sign, when Armaan came in, "Hi Riddhima…main yahan sey guzar raha tha…tho socha dekh loon tumharey boutique ki location….."

He glanced at the lease paperwork, "May I?"

Riddhima willingly gave the papers to him, she was relieved that he was there…..how did he always know where she was and that she needed his advise…..

"Hmm…Mr Tripathi….you need to change some of these conditions on the lease…." Armaan spoke to the landlord. Armaan made sure that the lease terms were favorable to Riddhima's business rather than the landlord. Mr Tripathi reluctantly changed the terms, thinking "yeh kahan sey aa gaya…?"

Riddhima was very thankful to Armaan, as they left, "Armaan….what would I do without you…"

Armaan seemed to in an unusually obliging mood, "well…itna hi thank karney ka mood hai tho mere saath coffee peeney chalo….."

Riddhima agreed in an instant. They both had tried their best to stay apart and aloof for so long, they did not realize, how eager they were to be with each other….even if it was a simple cup of coffee.

Song in background as they drove to the nearest coffee shop- "tere sang" from 'zameen"

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-6644.html

Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ye Duniyaa Alag Hi Nazar Aati Hai
Tere Sang Zindagi Jeene Kaa, Lutf Aaye Hamein
O Sanam O Sanam O Sanam..

O
O O O O Ek Tere Sang Ek Tere Sang
Ek Tere Sang Ek Tere Sang
Tere Sang
Ek Tere Sang Ek Tere Sang
Tere Sang
Ek Tere Sang Ek Tere Sang
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ye Duniyaa Alag Hi Nazar Aati Hai
Tere Sang Zindagi Jeene Kaa Lutf Aaye Hamein
O Sanam O Sanam O Sanam..
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ye Duniyaa Alag Hi Nazar Aati Hai
Tere Sang Zindagi Jeene Kaa Lutf Aaye Hamein
O Sanam O Sanam O Sanam
Tere Sang

O O O O O O O O
Rabbaa Mujhe Tu Bataa De Bataa De
Bataa Bataa Bataa De Bataa Bataa Bataa
Rabbaa Mujhe Tu Bataa De Kaise Koi Dil Sambhaale
Aaj Bahak Jaane De Mastiyaan Churaane De
Aaj Bahak Jaane De Mastiyaan Churaane De
Paas Aane Paas Aane De
Tere Sang
Tere Sang Meri Tanhaaiyon Ko Sukoon Aataa Hai
Tere Sang Har Lamhaa Mere Kvaab Mahkaataa Hai
Zindagi Jeene Kaa Lutf Aaye Hamein
O Sanam O Sanam O Sanam Tere Sang

O O O O O O O O
Koi Bhi Tujhsaa Nahin Hai Nahin Hai
Nahin Nahin Nahin Hai Nahin Nahin Nahin
Koi Bhi Tujhsaa Nahin Hai Tu Har Hasin Se Hasin Hai
He: O Mere Sone Dilbar Aanaa Meri Taarifein Kar
He: O Mere Sone Dilbar Aanaa Meri Taarifein Kar
Lagtaa Hai Lagtaa Hai Dar
Tere Sang
Tere Sang Chaandni Bhi Zamin Pe Nazar Aati Hai
Tere Sang Meri Deevaanagi Had Se Badh Jaati Hai
Zindagi Jeene Kaa Lutf Aaye Hamein
O Sanam O Sanam O Sanam
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang Ek Simple Si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai
Tere Sang

Over the next few weeks, without their realization, Armaan and Riddhima started spending more and more time together. Armaan accompanied her for all her meetings and dealings with various vendors, marketing personnel, distributors, etc…

Riddhima became so dependent on Armaan, that she scheduled all her meetings according to Armaan's schedule. She ended up spending a lot of time in his room at home, as a lot of her files ended up on his desk or his file cabinets.

One day, she was desperately looking for an important file. Armaan was downstairs in the living room, finishing up some work. She yelled from upstairs, "Armaan….meri red waali file kahan hai…jismein saarey vendors ke contacts hain?"

"RIDDHIMA…OOPAR MERE DESK YA FILE CABINET MEIN HOGI…" he yelled back

She searched everywhere but could not find it. She finally went to his clothes closet, "kahin galthi sey apney kapdon ke saath tho nahin….?"

She opened his closet and started searching in each shelf.

She came across a plastc bag with the initials, 'Hilton Hotel, London"

She remembered that Armaan and Sid had stayed at the Hilton when they were all in London, "yeh bag abhi bhi iskey closet mein/ Aakhi ismein aisa kya hai?"

She opened the bag and took out a wrinkled shirt with what looked like a red lipstick mark on one sleeve; she then put her hand in and took out a scarf….that was her scarf…the one she had tied on his hand when he had saved her from the goons at the club in London…..she looked at the shirt again…..she remembered the rainy day when she had clutched his arm tightly and her face was buried in his arm as the thunder had scared her. She was stunned and stood there frozen….aaj mujhey wo cheez mil gayi hai jiska mujhey kab sey intezaar tha….Armaan tumney mujhey aaj tak I love you nahin kaha….par ab tumhey zaroorat bhi nahin hai kuch kehney ki…..is bag ney mujhey wo sab keh diya jo tum kabhi naa keh sakey……

She had tears of joy rolling down her cheeks…..she knew he had always loved her since they met in London, but had never acknowledged it, but today….she was sure….Armaan tumney kaise chupa ke rakha itney din……she was sobbing loudly as she held his shirt and scarf close to her cheeks.

She hurriedly put the contents of the bag inside when she heard some footsteps near the room. She wiped her tears and locked the closet.
"Riddhima….kya dhoond rahi ho mere closet mein?" Armaan asked curiously

She tried to laugh, 'just checking to see if there are any skeletons in your closet!" she could not hold herself and ran to her room.

Armaan was puzzled; he opened the closet and saw a bag fall on the ground- it said 'Hiliton Hotels, London"

He understood what had happened. He felt embarrassed, "Oh God…Riddhima tumney yeh kyon dekh liya?"

Riddhima shut her door and stood with her back resting on the door. She slid down on the floor, still unable to stop her sobs. It was clear to her now….Armaan and she had no name for their relationship….it was just "love"….true unspoken love…a love which had no expectation, no destination…..it was just a "ehsaas"….something that only the two of them could feel….sirf ek ehsaas jisey sirf mahsoos kiya ja sakta hai…..

Listen to this beautiful song from "khamoshi" which expresses Armaan and Riddhima's love for each other in these beautiful lyrics sung by Lata "humney dekhi hai"

http://ww.smashits.com/music/oldies/songs/...amoshi-old.html

hum ne dekhee hai, un aakhon kee mahakatee khushaboo
haath se chhuke ise, rishto kaa iljaam naa do
sirf yehasaas hain ye, ruh se mahasoos karo
pyaar ko pyaar hee rahane do koee naam naa do

pyaar koee bol nahee, pyaar aawaaj naheen
yek khaamoshee hain sunatee hain kahaa karatee hain
n ye buzatee hai, n rukatee hai, n thhaharee hain kahee
noor kee boond hai, sadiyon se bahaa karatee hain

muskuraahat see khilee rahatee hain aankho mein kahee
aaur palako pe ujaale se zuke rahate hain
hothh kuchh kahate nahee, kaapate hothhon pe magar
kitane khaamosh se afasaane ruke rahate hain

PART 17:

Armaan came out of his room and saw that Riddhima's door was shut. He knocked on her door, "RIDDHIMA…please darwaaza kholo…..mujhey tumsey kuch baat karni hai….please"

Riddhima wiped her tears and finally opened the door.

Armaan walked in and looked at Riddhima, "please don't cry….I can explain…."

Riddhima's tears started rolling again, "Armaan…..mujhey koyi explanation nahin chahiye…..mujhey jo cheez chahiye thi, wo mil gayi hai…..baat karney se kya milega….chalo main wo file dhoondti hoon…..kal mujhey kayi vendors se milna hai….." her voice was still husky from her crying.

She walked out the door, but Armaan held her wrist from behind, "Please Riddhima….don't torture yourself…….main tumhara gunahgaar hoon…..mujhey jo saza deni hai….de do…"

Without looking back, she freed her wrist from his grip, "Armaan saza tho hum dono roz hi bhukat rahey hain……iss se zyada kya ho sakta hai ki hum dono ek hi chhat ke neeche rehtey huye bhi sirf ek doosrey ko mahsoos kar saktey hain par kareeb nahin aa saktey……shayad hamara yeh benaam rishta hi hamara sab se bada sach hai, baaki sab jhooth hai……kaisa yeh pyaar hai...mujhey nahin pata" she ran out of the room, trying to suppress any more tears from falling.

That evening, Sid came back in a jubilant mood, "Riddhima…you won't believe it…..Vivek and I have leased a great office building for our new company…..it is on the top floor of one of the new high rises in New Mumbai…..ab bas hamein thode clients aur mil jaaye…we will be all set….humein koyi nahin rok sakta….."

Sid did not notice that Riddhima's eyes were all sore from crying all day. He was too excited to notice anything, "Main Armaan ko jaakar bataata hoon…..wo keh raha tha ki without much cash on our books, we will not be able to get such a luxurious space…..tum theek kehti thi mujhey, I need to break out of Armaan's shadow…..dekho Vivek ka dimaag Armaan se bhi tez chalta hai…."

Riddhima forgot her about her sorrow, "Par Sid, tum Vivek par zaroor se zyada aitbaar nahin kar rahe….itni mehngi office space kyon lee? Pehley apna business jamaa tho lo….phir baad mein achcha office le lete…."

"Riddhima…you don't understand how this world works……everything is marketing…..ab tumney meri baat suni hoti tho tumhara boutique bhi kisi 5-start jagah hota, na ki ek chote shopping complex mein…."

Tumhari baat ya phir Vivek ki?" Riddhima taunted him, as she knew this was Vivek's influence, which was talking, and not Sid. She was beginning to wonder, who the real Sid was. The one she knew was a sensitive poet and singer, who happened to have a degree in MBA, but what she was seeing now, was a hungry and greedy businessman…..just like Vivek.

"RIDDHIMA! Don't say anything about Vivek….wo meri din raat help karta hai…..anyways tum auratein kya jaano?…..main Armaan se milkar aata hoon"

Riddhima was hurt by his chauvinistic comment-that too was probably Vivek's influence.

Armaan, as expected did not approve of the large and luxurious office space, but since Riddhima had once snubbed him for over protecting Sid, he decided to stay out of it, "Sid….I hope everything works out for you……just remember it is easy to climb up but very hard to fall down…."

"Yaar….tu har cheez ko ghuma phira ke bolta hai…..I think I am confident we will do well, chal zara yeh lease papers par sign kar de…..trust me Armaan…..life mein pehli baar main tujhey kuch samjhaa raha hoon….isn't that odd?" Sid handed the papers to Armaan.

Armaan just smiled and signed the papers without reading them. He thought, 'Sid…..this one is all yours…..good luck!"

Sid became extremely busy over the next few weeks, trying to set up his new office. Vivek had him invest a lot of money into good furniture, computers and latest technology for their office. They had not yet hired too many employees, but built out space for at least 1000 people. They wanted to first have a grand opening of their office. They prepared a list of every who's who in town to attend the grand opening party. Most people saw that the invitation was from 'Sid Malhotra, Armaan Mallik and Vivek Agarwal.' They recognized Armaan's name well but not Sid's or Vivek's.

Armaan, although still young, was well respected in business circles. Most people had confidence in the new company, more so because of Armaan, rather than Sid and Vivek. Vivek was a no name here in Mumbai, although he claimed he had contacts in every corner of the world.

GRAND OPENING OF MALHOTRA/MALLIK ENTERPRISES:

A lot of people had gathered for the grand opening party. Riddhima was dressed in a beautiful navy blue chiffon saree with halter-neck blouse. She wanted to make sure that Sid's party was a success-it was her responsibility to support her husband, whether she agreed with his views or not. Armaan was also dressed in a navy blue suit, white shirt and blue silk tie. Sid wore a gray suit.

Billy was a proud man, "mere bete ke liye aaj bahut bada din hai….dekho aaj mere dono bete aur bahu kitney achche lag rahey hain…." He said as the three of them walked into the party arena. Vivek had arranged for a live band, photographers and news reporters from various newspapers were there to cover this event. Armaan was a little uncomfortable with the press being there, "Sid….abhi pehla customer tho aa jaye, phir itni publicity karna…..abhi tho kaam bhi shuroo nahin huya….," he whispered.

"Yaar…Armaan tujhey kya ho gaya hai?….meri tarah darpok banta ja raha hai…..no risk, no gain…." Sid boasted.

Armaan was pleasantly surprised-he had never seen Sid being so confident- but he was afraid this was over-confidence!

Shashank was also there. Riddhima greeted him at the door, "Papa….main bahut khush hoon ki aap bhi aa sakey…"

"Bhai aata kaise nahin….after all mere damaad ke liye bahut bada din hai…kahan hai mera damaad?"

Sid was busy talking to some guests, but Armaan saw him come in, "Hello uncle…bahut achcha huya aap aa sakey….ab tho aap walking stick ke bina bhi chal saktey hain….great!" Shashank had completely recovered from the residual effects of his stroke.

Riddhima smiled to herself when she saw Armaan fulfilled Shashank's desire to meet his "damaad."

As the party was in full swing, Billy came to Riddhima, "beta….aaj tumhey yahan gaana sunana padhega…..kitni tareef suni hai tumharey gaaney ki….."

Riddhima was shy, but Shashank and Armaan encouraged her. Sid also joined them, "Haan haan Riddhima…please aaj ke din nahin gaaogi tho kab gaaogi?"

Riddhima sang this beautiful song (also featured in original KYPH)- "seene mein dil" from "koi aa sa" (the female version only)

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-28279.html

Armaan and Riddhima kept stealing glances as she sang the song. They both knew who that song was meant for.

The band then played a song and all the couples came to the dance floor

Sid mustered the courage to go on the dance floor with his wife. Riddhima did not seem that interested, but Armaan intervened, "Riddhima…Sid ka aaj mood hai tho dance kar lo….phir kitney saal lag jaayen, pata nahin…."

Riddhima gave Armaan a sharp look as if saying, " tum jaante ho main kis ke saath dance karna pasand karoongi," but she obliged as a dutiful wife.

"sama hai suhana"

http://www.dishant.com/album/once-again-dance-mania.html

Samaa hai suhaana suhaana
Nashe main jahaan hai
Kisi ko kisi ki, khabar hi kahaan hai
Har dil mein dekho, mohabbat jawaan hai
Hm mm mm, hmm mm mm
Samaa hai suhaana suhaana

Riddhima kept glancing at Armaan as she danced with Sid. Armaan also gave her loving looks from time to time. He just sat around with Shashank and enjoyed the music.

Hm mm mm, hmm mm, hm mm mm, hm mm mm
Keh rahi hai nazar nazar se afsaane
Hm mm mm
Keh rahi hai nazar nazar se afsaane
Ho raha hai asar ke jisko dil jaane
Dekho yeh dil ki ajab dastaan hai
Nazar bolti hai, dil bezubaan hai
Hm mm mm, hmm mm mm
Samaa hai suhaana suhaana

Vivek was standing a little away from the dance floor, but spotted Sid and gave an indication to Sid to join him. He wanted Sid to meet an important person.

"Excuse me Riddhima…..main abhi aata hoon…." Sid knew that it was important to meet the person standing with Vivek. Riddhima was a little relieved but before she could sit down, Shashank intervened, "Beti….dance mat chhodo……bahut achcha gaana hai dance ke liye……Armaan beta tum join kar lo Riddhima ko…."

Armaan hesitated but Riddhima's inviting look made him stand up and hold her hand….they danced on the remaining part of the song:

Riddhima could feel his tight grip around her bare midriff. She savored his warm breathe so close to her face...their fingers played games with each other what their bodies desired, but could not...this is the closest they would probably be...and they wanted it to last a life time...

Armaan had never seen Riddhima look more beautiful and desirable...he was tempted to put his lips on her creamy bare shoulders...her skin glowed against the dark blue fabric of her saree...her fragrance was driving him insane...

Ho gaya milan dilon ka mastaana
Hm mm mm
Ho gaya milan dilon ka mastaana
Ho gaya hai koi kisi ka deewana
Jahaan dilruba hai, dil bhi wahaan hai
Jise pyaar kahiye, wahi darmiyaan hai
Hm mm mm, hmm mm mm
Samaa hai suhaana suhaana
Nashe main jahaan hai
Kisi ko kisi ki, khabar hi kahaan hai
Har dil mein dekho, mohabbat jawaan hai
Hm mm mm..

Shashank was pleased to see the smile on his daughter's face……kaash main yeh baat pehle samajh gaya hota….

Armaan and Riddhima were lost in each other's eyes even when the song finished. Vivek, who had eyes like a hawk, noticed how intimate Armaan and Riddhima were while dancing, something he had not noticed Sid and Riddhima to be….. "hmm kuch tho gadbad hai…."

"Yaar Sid…..tuney bataya nahin teri wife dance ki itni shaukeen hai….."
Sid turned around to look at Armaan and Riddhima dancing, "haan wo tho hai….chalo achcha huya Armaan aa gaya…..mujhey beech mein usey chhod kar aana padha…."

"Lekin tujhey bura nahin lagta ki wo kisi aur ke saath dance kar rahi hai…."

"Bura? Kyon?….Armaan aur wo ek doosrey ko pehley se jaante hain….they are good friends……Armaan has never looked at Riddhima that way…."

"Are you sure?"

"Hutt yaar….main Armaan ko bachpan se jaanta hoon…..he is like that with all women….I am surprised abhi tak usey kisi se pyar kyon nahin huya…."

Vivek was still not sure whether Armaan and Riddhima's relationship was that innocent, "Achcha would you mind yadi main Riddhima ke saath dance karoon?"

"No, not at all…..I trust my wife more than I trust myself!" Sid punched his fist into Vivek's chest and walked off to meet someone else.

Riddhima was standing with someone else after the song was over, when she saw Vivek approaching……

PART 18:

Riddhima saw Vivek approaching her. There was something about Vivek, that made her uncomfortable- it was his eyes-they were dishonest-Riddhima had sensed that about him during her early interactions with him. She had warned Sid on several occasions about Vivek, but each time he had turned a deaf ear to her advice. She figured Sid was an adult, and would have to figure it out himself. She was not going to baby sit him like Billy and Armaan had done. Her job as a good spouse was to help him make good decisions, but she could not force him to do what she thought was right.

"Hello Riddhima….I did not know you were not only talented in the department of looks..," his gaze on her body made her a little queasy, "you are a great singer and dancer too….."

"Th…Thanks Vivek…." She stuttered.

"Can I have a dance with the beautiful lady too….after all I am your husband's partner in business just like Armaan is…." He extended his hand and gave a sarcastic glance at Armaan.

"Armaan and Sid happen to be brothers too!" she snapped

"Thode din mein main bhi Sid ke bhai jaisa hi lagney lagoonga…." Vivek was persistent.

Armaan, who was busy talking to someone, saw Riddhima's discomfort as Vivek was standing a little too close to her.

"Excuse me.." Armaan said and walked towards Vivek and Riddhima. He patted Vivek's shoulder, "Hey Vivek!….tum yahan ho…..main kabsey tumhey dhoond raha tha…..I must say you have selected a nice location for the office….," Armaan gestured to Riddhima with his eyes to get away while he engaged Vivek in small talk.

"OH Armaan tum….thanks yaar….I know we will kill the competition in no time…." Vivek gloated. Armaan pretended to listen intently to Vivek, but kept an eye on Riddhima till she was at a safe distance from Vivek. Vivek turned around, "Arre Armaan…tumharey chakkar mein main Riddhima ke saath dance karna bhool gaya….where did she go?"

"Hey Vivek….let me get you a drink….yeh dance-wance ke chakkar mein kyon padhtey ho……we have bigger plans ahead of us…." Armaan put his arm around Vivek and took him away to the bar area.

Riddhima glanced towards Armaan and smiled to herself, "Armaan….thanks again….jab bhi main mushkil mein hoti hoon…..tum mujhey bacha lete ho….Sid has no clue!"

"Hi Riddhima…tum yahan akeli khadi ho…..wo Vivek wanted a dance with my lovely wife…."Sid came from behind and put his arm around her.

"Sid….I don't want to dance with Vivek…..tumney usey mere paas kyon bheja?"

"C'mon Riddhima! Tumhey tho shauk hai in sab cheezon ka….just enjoy yourself…..Vivek is a good guy….trust me…."
Riddhima muttered under her breathe, "wohi tho ab main nahin karti hoon!"

"Kuch kaha tumney?" Sid asked but then got distracted by Vivek gesturing him to join him again, "main abhi aaya Riddhima….."

Sid and Vivek discussed something and then Vivek took over the microphone and asked the band to stop the music,

"Ladies and gentlemen……I , Vivek Agarwal, welcome all of you to the open house of our new company, Malhotra&Mallik enterprises. We are striving to make this company, one of the biggest software giants in India.Our goal is to make B&K grow very fast, so that in 2 years, we will be trading in the world stock markets…"

APPLAUSE!

"I would now like to announce our team to all of you….."

APPLAUSE

"My self, Vivek Agarwal will be the new Chief Financial Officer….CFO"

APPLAUSE

"Mr Sid Malhotra would be the Chief operating officer….COO…"

APPLAUSE

"And last but not the least….Mr Armaan Mallik would be our Chief Executive Officer, our CEO!"

APPLAUSE

The investors and the press were happy with the announcement. The investors had faith in Armaan's abilities and his name as the premier gave them confidence that their money they had invested would be used wisely. Everyone was happy with the announcements- the champagne bottles overflowed and the band resumed playing in full force.

There were two people in the room, who were not pleased at all- Armaan and Riddhima!

Riddhima looked at Armaan's face-he had turned pale after the announcement, even as everyone shook his hands in congratulations. She knew why he was unhappy-he had made it clear, he did not want to be a part of the operations at the new venture, he was kind enough to become a non-working partner at Billy's insistence, but being a CEO was a big responsibility, especially in a company, he had no say in!

Armaan pushed his way in the crowd and walked towards Sid, "SID! Yeh kya kiya tumney? Mujhsey poonchey bina mujhey itna bada khitaab de diya…"

"Congratulations Mr CEO!" Sid shook his hands

"SID! Answer my question damn it! Kis sey poonch kar tumney yeh kiya?" Armaan was really angry. Sid had never seen his brother like that.

"Yeh mera idea tha." Vivek came forward, "Armaan…..you should be glad ki tumharey bhai ney saari mehnat ki hai, aur tumhey wo CEO bana raha hai…..what is your problem?"

"Problem hai! I don't like to take credit for something I have not earned…..I am happy being a consulting partner, but not a CEO!"

Billy saw the animated discussion from a distance, "Armaan…beta itney emotional kyon ho rahey ho? Sid ney tumhey itna samman diya hai…wo tumhari itni respect karta hai…..is mey sab ka bhala hai….." he patted Armaan's back.

"Theek hai…par main apna arrngement pehley jaisa hi rakhoonga…..CEO just on paper….I have very different views on how this company should work, so I unless I have complete autonomy, I will just be a CEO in name……Vivek and Sid would be the main players and would be responsible for all the profits and losses…..mujhey kuch nahin chahiye is company se…." Armaan was very firm.

Vivek smiled his evil smile-that is exactly what he was hoping for-if Armaan was the CEO on paper, their market value would be much higher due to Armaan's reputation, but Vivek and Sid would control everything else. A CEO would still be held liable if there was a problem…..this would be a win-win situation…… "theek hai Armaan…jaisa tum chaho…..after all ghar ka hi maamla hai…."

"OK Vivek, make sure you write that in the contract clearly….." Armaan clenched his teeth and gave Vivek a cold stare. Armaan made it clear that he was doing this as a favor to Sid and Billy, he did not want anything in return.

Riddhima overheard the discussions and had an idea. She went to Sid, "Sid…..tum kya kar rahey ho? Kaam tho tumney aur Vivek ney hi kiya hai….phir sabsey bada title bhi tumhi logo ko milna chahiye…..Armaan ke saath kyon share karna chahtey ho….main chahti hoon yeh company sirf tumhari glory ho…..aakhir kitni mehnat ki hai tumney….jab profits aayengey tho sab CEO ko hi shabashi dengey….tumhey kaun poonchega?" she made it sound like she was Sid and Vivek's well wisher, but she was trying to get Armaan out of their clutches.

Sid thought about it for a moment, "Riddhima, you have a point….Hey Vivek…" he took him aside and told him what Riddhima was saying.

"Sid…trust me….isi mein hamari bhalayee hai…..yadi company take off kar jaati hai tho baad mein titles badal dengey…..abhi shuroo mein Armaan ka naam hamari company ke liye bahut zaroori hai…..maine sab socha hai…..lagta hai teri biwi tera bahut dhyaan rakhti hai…" Vivek smiled again

"Wo tho hai…" Sid put his arm around Riddhima, but she just cringed. She was worried about Armaan-there was a reason why he did not want to associate himself with B&K, and that was precisely the reason she did not want him there either-the reason was VIVEK!

The party became more boisterous after the announcements. Vivek and Sid hit the bar along with a few other people. Billy and Shashank had already left. Armaan had had enough of the party, and was ready to leave too, but hung around so that he could shield Riddhima from Vivek.

Riddhima went to Sid, "Sid….ab ghar chalein? Mujhey kal morning mein boutique ke silsilay mein kahin jaana hai…."

Vivek interrupted, "OH…Riddhima jee aap tho boutique kholney jaa rahi hai na?….Aaiye…aaiya….idhar baithiye……mere US mein bahut contacts hain retail mein…..yadi apney designs mujhey dedo, tho main wahan bhej sakta hoon…..you can get a much better price for your work there….."

"No thanks, Vivek…..abhi mera koyi iraada nahin hai overseas market ko tap karney ka….pehley locally establish hona chahti hoon….." Riddhima said firmly.

"Riddhima…..I think Vivek has a brilliant idea!…Pehley dekh to lo, kya offer aata hai…..pehley se hi reject kyon karti ho?" Sid's speech was now getting slurred.

"Sid….I think we should go home….tumney kuch zyada pee li hai…." Riddhima put her hand on Sid's arm.

"Arre Riddhima…..let him enjoy this evening…..why are you becoming a nagging wife?….Yadi Sid thodi der yahan rehna chahta hai….tho rehney do….chalo hamara dance reh gaya tha na…..why don't we dance till Sid finishes his drink…." Vivek got up and tried to hold Riddhima's hand. Riddhima took a few steps back, "Vivek…I am not interested….excuse me…I need to use the restroom…." She slipped out from their company and ran towards the restroom.

Armaan followed her, as he could tell, she was in distress. He knocked on the ladies' restroom, and opened the door gently. He saw Riddhima standing in front of the mirror and sobbing. She saw him at the door, and could not help herself. She ran to him and hugged him tightly, "Armaan…..please mujhey yahan se le chalo…..I don't want to stay here anymore….."

Armaan felt really sorry for her and squeezed her tightly in his arms; he stroked her hair and her back, "Don't worry Riddhima….main tumhey ghar le jaata hoon…..main neeche wait karta hoon tumhari….." He released her from his embrace, wiped her tears and looked at her with a smile, "did anyone ever tell you that you look pathetic when you cry…."

She was surprised at his comment and broke out into a smile through her tears, "I will see you downstairs in the lobby…."

Armaan slipped out of the party and took the elevator down to the lobby. Riddhima gathered her belongings and looked out into the party hall-people were starting to leave, but Vivek and Sid were still competing on who could drink more! Riddhima had half a mind to inform Sid that she was leaving, but she decided against it- it did not seem that her presence or absence was making much difference to him tonight-she left without informing anyone.

Armaan and Riddhima left shortly. As they were driving, Armaan realized his car was swaying off the road. He stopped the car and got off. He came back and informed Riddhima, "tire puncture ho gaya hai…let me change it….."

Riddhima got off too, in case he needed help. She knelt beside him, as he changed the tire. It started to drizzle, "Riddhima tum andar baitho…..main abhi aata hoon…." Armaan pointed her to go back inside.

Riddhima refused to go in and insisted on helping him change the tire, so that it would be over with soon. As they changed the tire, their hands and heads met each other repeatedly. The rain was pouring incessantly now. They finished their job and ran inside the car. Armaan must have barely driven a few blocks, when the car got stuck again. He got off and announced, "Riddhima, lagta haim Mumbai ki baarish hamaari dushman hai…..chalo bahar aa jao…..thodi der mein nikaltey hain…..abhi baarish bahut tez hai….paas hi main ek shopping complex hai…..aao chalo" he opened the door to let Riddhima out.

Riddhima said, "Armaan….yeh tho wohi area hai jahan maine boutique ke liye space rent ki hai…..chalo wahan chaltey hain….mujhey aaj hi possession mila hai….."

They treaded knee-deep water and reached the shopping area. As all the shops had been closed at this late hour, the whole area was dark except for a few street lights. Riddhima and Armaan were soaking wet by now. Riddhima unlocked the door to her soon-to-be boutique and tried to switch on the lights, "arre….maine abhi bijli ka connection nahin liya….."

"Koyi baat nahin Riddhima…..atleast we have a shelter," he locked the door as they stepped in. The streetlights in the corner illuminated the room enough, so they could at least get their bearings and see each other.
Riddhima tried to dry her hair and shake the water off her beautiful, now ruined chiffon saree. Armaan took off his jacket and tie, and loosened his collar.

He looked at Riddhima, "Riddhima…tumharey chehrey par car ke tires ki shayad grease lagi hai….," he came closer and placed his finger on her face.

"Mujhey dikh nahin raha….please ponch do…" she said

He took the corner of her saree palloo and started wiping her face, "Riddhima have I ever mentioned that you are so beautiful," he whispered.

"Tumney apney hontho se tho kabhi nahin kaha, par aankhon se kayi baar kaha hai…." She whispered back. They were standing just inches from each other. Armaan wiped the black grease off her beautiful face, and on an impulse kissed her forehead.

The kiss on her forehead acted as ignitor to a bundle of fire logs………there was no holding back now…..Armaan kissed her eyes, then her cheeks and finally their lips met to release all the pent up passions……

Riddhima could not control herself either; she circled her arms around his neck and kissed his lips with equal passion. Soon his lips were scorching the rest of her body……….she moaned as she felt her body getting bruised all over…….. "Armaan…..I love you….."

Their bodies were soon warming up the empty cold floor of her boutique. Their wet clothes were spread all over the floor. Armaan whispered back… "Riddhima….I love you….I have always loved you……you are mine……tum sirf meri ho…." They forgot who they were….where they were…..the only thing that mattered then was their love for each other…..

Riddhima just groaned, as this beautiful sensuous song from "Dastak"- "tumse kahoon ek baat" plays in the background (Mohd Rafi at his huskiest best!)



http://www.dishant.com/search/tumse%20kahoon-in-TITLE.html

Tumse kahu, ek baat paro se, halki halki hm hm hm hm
Raat meri hai, chaanv tumhare hi aachal ki hm hm hm hm
Tumse kahu ek baat paro se, halki halki halki halki halki

Soyee galiyan, baah pasare aankhein meeche
Soyee galiyan, baah pasare aankhein meeche hmm hmm hmm hmm
Mai duniya se, door ghani palkon ke neeche hmm hmm hmm hmm
Dekhu chalte khwab, lakeeron par kaajal ki
Tumse kahu ek baat paro se, halki halki halki halki halki

Dhundhli dhundhli, rain milan ka beestar jaise
Dhundhli dhundhli, rain milan ka beestar jaise
Khulta chhupta, chand sej ke upar jaise hmm hmm hmm hmm
Chalti phirti khaat, hawaon par baadal ki hmm hmm hmm hmm
Tumse kahu ek baat paro se halki halki halki halki halki

Hai bheega sa, jism tumhara in haathon mein
Hai bheega sa, jism tumhara in haathon mein hmm hmm hmm hmm
Baahar neend, bhara panchhi bheegi shaakhon mein hmm hmm hmm hmm
Aur barkha ki boond, badan se dhalki dhalki
Tumse kahu ek baat paro se, halki halki hm hm hm hm
Raat meri hai chaanv tumhare hi aachal ki hm hm hm hm
Tumse kahu ek baat paro se, halki halki halki halki halki


Looks like even the rain gods wanted them to be one……. "baarish hamari dushman nahin Armaan…….hamari sabsey achchi dost hai.." Riddhima whispered in his ear, after they had finished making love.
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PART 19:

Riddhima said, "Armaan, Mumbai ki baarish hamari dushman nahin….hamari dost hai…"

Armaan was still in a trance after their passionate union, "Hmm…Riddhima shayad tum theek kehti ho….chahey wo London ki baarish ho ya Mumbai ki…..ussney hamesha hamara saath dita hai…..," he sqeezed her tighter, as she lay her head on his bare chest. He kissed her forehead and said, "I am sorry Riddhima…."

"But I am not sorry, Armaan…..mainey tho hamesha khud ko tumhara hi maana hai….mujhey koyi afsos nahin hai aaj raat ka…."

"Riddhima….sach batao…tumharey aur Sid ke beech kya koyi rishta nahin….?" He looked at her face.

Riddhima got up and turned her face away, 'Armaan! Tumhey tho apney bhai ka har raaz maloom hai na? Tho phir kyon poonch rahey ho?" she sounded upset.

Armaan got up and put his arm around her neck, "yeh kya keh rahi ho Riddhima? Mujhey Sid ney aaj tak kuch nahin bataya…."

She looked at him, "Haan Armaan…Sid aur mere beech pati-patni jaisa koyi rishta nahin hai…..ussney kayi doctors ki salah bhi lee hai…par sabney yahi kaha hai ki it is all psychological…."

"OH GOD!" Armaan held his forehead with his palms, "Riddhima…..maine tumharey saath kitna anyaaye kiya hai……lekin Sid mujhey har baat batata hai…yeh kyon nahin bataayi……aur wo doctor key paas kab gaya?"

"Main le gayi thi Armaan……shaadi ke baad tho mainey bhi koshish nahin ki kyonki main tumsey bahut naaraz thi par Mt Abu sey aaney ke baad, mainey ek achchi patni ban ney ka faisla kiya tha, issi liye main ussey doctor ke paas bhi le gayi thi…..jab koyi faayda nahi huya…maine issey apni kismat hi samajh liya…..aur shayad mann mein yeh tassali thi ki main sirf tumhari hoon…..bhagwan bhi yahi chahta hai ki main sirf tumhari hi rahoon…." She had tears in her eyes, as she buried her head in his chest.

Armaan had never felt so guilty in his life….he had unknowingly forced Riddhima into an alliance which had no future…..what was he going to do now……??

"Riddhima…..main tumsey vaada karta hoon…..I will take you out of this mess…..I am responsible for it….."

"Nahin Armaan…kahin galti meri bhi hai……jab tumney mere pyar ko thukraa diya tha…tab mainey zidd mein aakar Sid sey shaadi kar lee thi…socha tha tumhey sabak milega….par kya jaanti thi, ki tumharey saath saath mujhey bhi kitni sazaa milegi …..kaash mainey uss samay patience se kaam liya hota….tho aaj shayad hum dono hi is uljhan mein nahin hote…."

Armaan looked outside the window, "lagta hai baarish thum gayi hai….hamein ab chalna chahiye…." They both dressed quickly and walked towards the car. Armaan was finally able to pull the car out of the ditch.

They arrived home very early in the morning and tip toed towards their respective rooms. Before Riddhima could go back to her room, Armaan grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his room, "goodnight kiss ke bina nahin jaane doonga…." Riddhima blushed and obliged. Armaan lowered his lips onto hers and did not let go of her. She did not protest either. They heard some noises downstairs….

"Kaun Hai?" it was Billy

"Chachaji….main hoon….bas kitchen sey paani lene gaya tha…." Armaan peeked out of his room and lied.

"Ok…Ok…Sid aur Riddhima aa gaye kya?" Billy asked again

"Pata nahin chachaji…main tho jaldi aa gaya tha…."

Riddhima pinched his waist at the last comment and pulled him in, "jhootey kahin ke….bataa do ki aapki bahu ke saath raat bhar bahar tha…" she whispered and started laughing.

Armaan shut the door, "Riddhima…kya kar rahi ho? Unhey shaq ho jaayega …"

"Ho jaaye tho achcha hai…..kam sey kam chup chup ke tho nahin milna padhega…."

"Bahut shaitaan ho gayi ho…..I promise, I will take care of everything…ab tum jaao aur so jaao….."

"OK…." Riddhima walked towards Armaan's bed.

"Yahan nahin!….Riddhima tum mujhey marwaaogi….jaanta hoon is bed par haq sirf tumhara hai….par sab logon ki raazi sey….OK.." he pulled her back by encircling her waist.

"Tho abhi aaj raat ko boutique mein kiss ki permission lee thi?" Riddhima teased him

"Riddhima….mujhey nahin pata tha tum itni badmaash ho…..jaao….kal subhey meeting mein bhi jaana hai…" he pushed her out of his room.

Riddhima smiled and reluctantly entered her room, looking back and winking at Armaan.

She saw Sid was fast asleep with his face down. He was still in his shoes and suit from the evening.
She figured, he must have been too inebriated to even change up. She took his shoes off and helped him remove his jacket and tie. He slept through, unaware that his wife had come in late after being with his brother all night!

Riddhima changed up and lay wide awake in bed….she kept tossing and turning, as she remembered every touch and kiss of Armaan's body…..she felt like a complete woman tonight…..she had no regrets in life anymore…..yadi mujhey aaj maut bhi aa jaaye….tho mujhey koyi gham nahin hoga……

Song to express her feelings:

"na jaane kya hua" from "dard"

http://www.dishant.com/album/hits_of_rajes...na_-_vol_2.html

Naa jaane kya huaa, jo tune chhoo liyaa - 2
Khilaa gulaab ki tarhaa meraa badan
Nikhar nikhar gayi, savar savar gayi - 2
Banaake aainaa tujhe, ay jaaneman
Naa jaane kyaa huaa, jo tune chhoo liyaa

Bikhraa hai kaajal fizaao mei, bheegi bheegi hai shaame
Boondo ki rim jhim se jaagi aag thandi hawaa mei
Aaja sanam, yeh haseen aag hum le dil mein basaa
Naa jaane kyaa huaa, jo tune chhoo liyaa
Khilaa gulaab ki tarhaa meraa badan
Naa jaane kyaa huaa, jo tune chhoo liyaa

Aachal kahaan, mei kahaan hoo, yeh mujhe hosh kyaa hai
Yeh bekhudi tune di hai, pyaar ka yeh nashaa hai
Sunle zara saaz dil gaa rahaa hai nagmaa teraa
Naa jaane kyaa huaa, jo tune chhoo liyaa
Khilaa gulaab ki tarhaa meraa badan
Naa jaane kyaa huaa, jo tune chhoo liyaa

Kaliyo ki yeh sej maheke, raat jaage milan ki
Kho jaaye dhadkan mei teri dhadkanei mere mann ki
Aa paas aa, teri har saas mei mai jaaoon samaa
Naa jaane kyaa huaa, jo tune chhoo liyaa
Khilaa gulaab ki tarhaa meraa badan
Nikhar nikhar gayi, savar savar gayi
Banaake aaina tujhe ay jaaneman
Naa jaane kyaa huaa, jo tune chhoo liyaa




Armaan was also sleepless in his room. He kept switching his bedside lamp on and off all night, as he remembered Riddhima's fragrance…her beautiful body….her lips…..why did he take so long in expressing his love to her…..she was his, and he would make sure that the world would recognize that fact soon…..

In the morning, Riddhima woke up to find a note on her nightstand. She unfolded the note and read a beautiful poem written by Sid. The poem expressed his apologies for being so inconsiderate towards her.

She looked up and saw him standing next to her bed. He smiled and sat next to her, "Good morning Riddhima…..mujhey itni jaldi tayyar huye dekh kar chaunk gayi kya?"

Riddhima was indeed surprised to see him ready that early in the morning, especially after being drunk last night.

"Waise itni jaldi bhi nahin hai….10 baje hain…tum lagta hai thak gayi raat ko…."

He knelt beside her, "I am sorry Riddhima for last night….main jaanta hoon tum mujhsey naaraz ho kar party sey jaldi chali aayi…..aur mujhey yaad nahin main wapas kaise aaya….subah utha tho tumhey yahan dekhkar khushi huyi…..yeh kavita tumharey liye likhi hai…..I love you Riddhima……main tumharey bina nahin reh sakta….." he buried his face in her lap, and started sobbing.

Riddhima was stunned……ab kya karoon main??
PART 20:...

Sid kept sobbing on Riddhima's lap, and then looked up with tears in his eyes, "Riddhima….mainey aaj faisla kiya hai ki main tumhara har kadam par saath doonga…….ek achcha saathi, aur ek achach pati banoonga….ho sakta hai waqt ke saath hamare beech ki doori bhi khatam ho jaaye…. doctor ne tho kaha hi tha ki kayi baar saath saath rehtey yeh problem bhi theek ho jaati hai……."

Riddhima was speechless…..what could she say……should she say, "thanks, but no thanks Sid!"

Sid shook her a little, 'kya soch rahi ho?"

'Wo kuch nahin….aaj ki meeting ke baare mein….mujhey jaldi tayyar hona chahiye…..11 baje mujhey marketing person se milna hai…."

"Main bhi chalta hoon tumharey saath……abhi tak mainey tumhare kaam mein koyi interest bhi nahin liya……aaj se jo tum kahogi, karoonga…."

"Sid….iss ki koyi zaroorat nahin hai…mera kaam theek chal raha hai…tum apney kaam par dhyan lagao….kal hi tumney itna bada office khola hai…." Riddhima tried to get away to take a shower and get ready.

"Nahin Riddhima…aaj tho main zaroor chaloonga…"

"Sid, waise Armaan ney kaha tha wo bhi aayega….mujhey itni help ki zaroorat nahin hai…"

"Armaan ko kyon pareshaan karti ho?……usko apni naukri par dhyan dene do….main tumhara pati hoon…..main chaloonga tumharey saath…..chalo tayyar ho jaao…main neeche wait kar raha hoon…"

Riddhima sighed and went to get ready, "chalo ek baar aaney do……baad mein tho apney kaam mein busy ho jaayega….."

Sid and Riddhima reached the advertising office of the company, which would help Riddhima in marketing her boutique.

Riddhima was surprised to see Vivek waiting in the lobby, 'Hi Riddhima!" Vivek greeted her.

Riddhima was not too thrilled to see him, 'HI," she said coldly

"Achcha huya tu bhi aa gaya……aaj Riddhima ki boutique ki marketing ke baare mein baat karni hai……sabsey pehley ek achcha naam sochna chahiye…." Sid said

"Hmm…naam?…..Malhotra designers kaisa rahega?….it will also give recognition to the Malhotra name and our new company also…" Vivek advised

Riddhima's face was red with anger, she thought, "tumhari advise kisney maangi hai…."

Sid then added, "how about Riddhima Malhotra designer wear!"

She just said, "aap log worry nahin karein….mainey kuch naam soch rakhey hain….please main handle kar loongi…," as she said that, she saw Armaan walking into the building also.
Armaan was surprised to see Riddhima with Sid and Vivek, 'Hi Riddhima….looks like you have enough help…"

"Armaan….main soch raha hoon, ab main hi Riddhima ki help karoonga…..tumhey apney job sey aaney ki zaroorat nahin padhegi…" Sid said

"Haan Armaan…waise bhi hamarey ab itney resources hain business main, ki Riddhima can just utilize those…..you don't have to worry anymore…." Vivek added

Armaan just stared at Sid and Vivek in disbelief; he then looked at Riddhima, who equally looked perplexed, "O..OK..AY…whatever Riddhima wants…." He said and waited for Riddhima's response.

Riddhima had had enough of them, she said firmly, "Riddhima does not need any help…she can handle this herself…..please aap teeno yahan se chaley jaaiye…" she had no choice but to let Armaan leave too.

"Are you sure?" Vivek asked, "we can really help you.."

"NO THANKS MR VIVEK AGARWAL….I AM EXTREMELY CAPABLE OF TAKING CARE OF MY BUSINESS….please leave me alone all of you…."

The 3 men turned around and left. Armaan called Riddhima from his cell when he was in the car, "are you sure Riddhima?'

"Armaan…aaj ki meeting bahut preliminary hai…main tumhey lunch par milti hoon and I will brief you…..yeh Vivek ney Sid ke dimaag mein koyi keeda bhar diya hai…subah sey meri help karney ki zidd laga rakhi hai…"

"Don't worry Riddhima…I will see you at lunch…Sid ko main sambhaalta hoon….love you.." Armaan smiled and kissed the phone as he hung up. Armaan thought, "Yeh Vivek ka bachcha, hum sab ko dooba key rahega…let me take care of him now…."

Armaan called Sid and set up to meet him at the new office, "Ab jab tumney CEO banaa hi diya hai…tho let me come and check out my office!"

Sid and Vivek were working on some spreadsheets, when Armaan strolled in. Armaan took off his shades, 'Sid, can I talk to you a minute?"

Sid joined Armaan outside the room, "bolo Armaan?"

"Mujhey company ke saarey financial statements dekhney hain…I just want to get an idea ki humnein kis investor sey kitna paisa liya hai…..after all mere signatures hain sab par….."

Sid said, "Armaan, why are you worried? Vivek has everything in order…"

"SID! I AM THE CEO…ISN'T IT?"

"Ok bade bhai….laata hoon.."
Sid picked up the file and gave it to Armaan. Armaan went to another room and glanced at the numbers. His worries were not unfounded-their company had taken a lot of loans from various investors. If the company did well, then they would have no problems in returning the loans but if not……

Armaan called Sid and sat down with him. He explained the financial details and projected profits for the company in the first 6 months, "Sid…looking at these numbers, you should get right onto getting a bunch of clients…yeh lo mere paas kuch contact numbers hain…..arrange meetings with them right away, otherwise the competition will eat you up……you have no time to waste in other things right now….focus on this only…..Vivek ko bhi samjhado…OK…main chalta hoon…I have a lunch meeting…." Armaan left, hoping Sid would stay spend his energy in the right place, rather than bothering Riddhima…….he would rather handle Riddhima's affairs himself…

Sid got a little worried, as Vivek had not shown as much urgency as Armaan portrayed. Sid looked at the calculations Armaan had done, and kind of agreed with Armaan's philosophy.

"yaar Vivek……yeh kuch numbers hain…..let's arrange some meetings …we need some customers soon, to get the cash flow going…." Sid handed the cards to Vivek

"Sid…..tu worry mat kar yaar…we have plenty of cash…saare investors ka paisa abhi hamare bank account mein hai…."

"Yaar..wo tho theek hai….par soon we have to return that money…."

"Yeh tujhey kisney kaha? Yaar investors ko numbers dekhney hote hai…and I can crunch numbers the way you want….investors will think we are making profits, and they will keep investing more and more……there is no urgency…..relax kar…."

Sid was confused….. "Armaan jo keh raha tha that makes sense if I look at this file par Vivek has more experience…after all he has worked at big financial companies in the US…..kya karoon main?"

Vivek saw Sid was in deep thought, "Sid…chal saamney wo building dekhney chaltey hain….wahan naye high rise apartments ban rahey hain…..main chahta hoon hum dono ek-ek apartment wahan lele……we need a decent place to entertain clients, plus it would be near work….aur waise bhi tujhey aur Riddhima ko apna separate ghar basaa lena chahiye…..kab tak apney papa aur Armaan ke saath rahogey….I think Riddhima shows a lot of interest in Armaan anyways….it would be better yadi tumhara alag ghar ho…."

"Yaar Vivek….Armaan aur Riddhima aise nahin hai….I trust them a lot….par ghar ka idea bura nahin hai….chal let's go…"

Armaan walked into his office, as he still had another hour to meet Riddhima for lunch. He sat down on his chair to check his emails but found himself blindfolded by someone's hands. He felt the hands on his eyes and smiled mischievously, " Oh Rosie…tum aa gayi?"

"KYA KAHA TUMNEY?" Riddhima removed her hand from his eyes and turned him around, "Rosie? Yeh Rosie kaun hai?"

Armaan played on, " Pata nahin….itney soft haath kisi Rosie ke hi hone chahiye…..," he laughed and pulled her onto his lap, "Yahan kya kar rahi ho? Kabhi tho kaam karney diya karo….." he kissed her neck and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Dekhney aayi thi ki tum rosie ke saath kya kartey ho?" she teased him

"Yahi karta hoon jo tumharey saath karta hoon….." he nibbled at her ear.

"Achcha? Tumhari secretary ko bula ke poonchu?" she pressed the intercom button but he pulled her hand away, 'kya kar rahi ho?…I was just kidding….chalo lunch par chaltey hain…."

"Nahin abhi nahin…..pehley kiss deni hogi…"

"Kiss de tho di…ab chalo…koyi aa jaayega….mere office mein aana jaana laga rehta hai…." Armaan tried to get up but Riddhima refused to budge from his lap.

She turned around and faced him. She crossed her legs on his lap and encircled her arms around his neck, "I am ready…."

"OK baba…." He kissed her on her cheek

"Ek yahan..." she turned the other cheek

He obliged her, "chalo…ab chaltey hain…"

"pehley yahan…" she brought her lips close to his. He could not resist and kissed her passionately on her lips.

"Excuse me sir….oh I am sorry….," Armaan's secretary accidentally opened the door and saw a lady sitting on Armaan's lap with her back to the door and kissing him. She was shocked and shut the door behind her.

Armaan saw her leave, "Oh No Riddhima…meri reputation ka kya hoga….."

"Ab tho reputation kharaab ho hi gayi hai tho ab kya darna…." She engaged him in another long drawn kiss……Armaan just melted and kissed her back.

They went out for lunch and discussed the details of the meetings at the table.

"Riddhima mujhey lagta hai tumharey boutique ka naam hona chahiye…RIDDHIMA'S…that's it…..kyonki yeh tumhari identity hai…tumhara sapna hai…..people should recognize your designs by your name, not your last name or husband's name or lover's name..or…" he started laughing.

"Lover's name? That's a new one!" she laughed back

"Armaan tum mera kitna khayal rakhtey ho….." she placed her hand on his hand, "ek tumhi ho jo mere kaam ki itni respect kartey ho…..I appreciate that"

" aur kya kya appreciate karti ho mere baare mein?" Armaan asked mischievously

Riddhima blushed at that remark and whispered in his ear, "public mein bolney wali baat nahin hai…..Guptaa jaaogey…"

Armaan pulled her hand towards him and whispered back, 'tho kahan par bataaogi….boutique mein chalein phir?"

She smiled and got up, "aaj nahin…..abhi bahut kaam hai," she teased him and walked outside. He just sighed and followed her after paying the bill.

PART 21: (Karva chauth scene in next part)



Riddhima reached home in the evening after finishing her meetings and making a decision regarding the marketing of her boutique. She decided to call her boutique, "RIDDHIMA'S," as Armaan had suggested. She was in good spirits and was humming a song, as she entered her room. She was still savoring the taste of Armaan's passionate kisses in his office earlier that afternoon.

She was surprised to see Sid in the room.

"Sid, aaj itni jaldi kaise aa gaye?"

"Tumhey ek surprise dena tha," he smiled and hid something behind his back

Riddhima was in no mood to get a surprise from him, "mazaak mat karo….batao kya hai?"

Sid pulled out some brochures of the new high-rise apartment complex, "dekho…hamara naya ghar…"

Riddhima was stunned, "kya kaha tumney? Humein naye ghar ki kya zaroorat hai Sid?" Riddhima turned around, trying to hide her annoyance.

Sid came forward, face to face with her, "Riddhima 2 mahiney mein hamari shaadi ko 1 saal ho jaayega…main chahta hoon hum apni anniversary naye ghar mein banaye…..that is my anniversary gift to you….."

"Sid …par abhi apna business tho jumm ney do…abhi itna kharcha kyon kar rahey ho?"

"Riddhima…tumharey liye main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon…..don't worry about the financing…aaj kal itney achche mortgage mil jaate hain…..bas tum haan keh do…"

"Nahin Sid, main haan nahin keh sakthi…..I don't have a good feeling about this.."

Sid was on knees, "Riddhima…..please main tumhey khush dekhna chahta hoon……mainey abhi tak tumhey kuch nahin diya hai…..please haan keh do….," he had his hands folded and was begging.

Riddhima could not say "no" right away, "theek hai….main sochti hoon…par abhi mujhey neeche dinner ka intezaam karna hai……." She walked away, relieved that it was close to dinner time.

At dinner, Billy announced, "Beti kal tumhara pehla karva chauth hai…yaad hai na?"

Riddhima looked up from her plate and glanced at Armaan, 'haan papa…yaad hai….aap sab log time se aa jaaiye ga….chaand kal jaldi niklega…..," she smiled mischievously at Armaan.

"Aur Sid….hamare ghar ki parampara hai ki pehli karva chauth ko pati apni patni ko kuch gehney laa kar deta hai…." Billy smiled at Sid, who smiled back and nodded.

Armaan smiled to himself and thought, "hmm…gehney?"


Sid, then made an announcement, "mainey socha hai ki main apni first marriage anniversary par apni priya patni ko yeh ghar gift karoon….." he held the brochure in front of everyone.

Riddhima was shocked, "P…Sid…..lekin…"

"I know Riddhima……tum abhi tayyar nahin ho…..par mainey soch liya hai……kyon Armaan aur papa dekhiye…..achche apartment hai na…..yeh bahut achchi location par bhi hain….mere naye office aur Riddhima ke boutique ke paas….ab humein itna commute bhi nahi karna padhega…."

Billy smiled, "I am proud of you my son……ab tumhey apni responsibilities samajh aaney lagi hain……kyon Armaan, don't you agree, our boy has finally grown up!"

Armaan was silent and kept playing with the food on his plate; for a moment he thought his heart had stopped beating, "Hmm…kya kaha aapney chachaji?…..Oh…..lekin itni jaldi kya hai Sid? Abhi apna business to set kar lo….aur I can't imagine the house without you…" his voice was breaking, as he looked at a tearful Riddhima.

"Beta…ek din tho aisa hona hi tha….aakhir hamara ghar itna bada bhi nahin hai….ab yeh log apni family wagarah start karna chahengey……Sid I think it is a great idea….paise ki chinta mat karo….mere savings mein kuch paise hain jo down payment mein kaam aa jaayengey……Riddhima beti tum khush nahin lag rahi?" Billy asked

Riddhima just got up to put the plates away, "nahin Papa….aapko akele chhodney ka mann nahin hai….."

"Arre Armaan hai na? Ab Armaan bhi shaadi ker ley, tho uski bahu yahan reh legi aur meri seva kar legi…kyon Armaan?"

Armaan also got up, his eyes still moist with the thought of separating from Riddhima, "Chachaji…..jo aap theek samjhey…." And went upstairs to his room.

Sid looked at Armaan leaving, "Mujhey lagta hai Armaan bura maan gaya….aakhir main aur wo is ghar mein saath saath badhe huye hain…..main baat karta hoon…."

Riddhima just cleaned up and tried to hide her disappointment and anger at Sid.

Sid went to Armaan's room. Armaan was sitting at his desk, pretending to work on his computer, when he saw Sid walk in.

'Yaar Armaan….tu bura maan gaya…..main jaanta hoon tujhey mere bina achcha nahin lagega…" Sid put his arm around a seated Armaan.

"Nahin Sid yeh baat nahin hai…main chahta hoon tu independent ban jaaye….par mujhey teri timing theek nahin lagi…..tera business…"

"Armaan….baar baar business ki baat mat kiya kar…..main jaanta hoon main kya kar raha hoon….aur papa ney bhi keh diya hai wo down payment ke liye cash dengey…..ab koyi chinta nahin……tu nahin jaanta Armaan main Riddhima sey kitna pyaar karta hoon…uske liye main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon…..main ussi ke liye yeh ghar lena chahta hoon…."

"Par Sid Riddhima ki baton sey tho nahin kag raha tha ki wo bhi yehi chahti hai……" Armaan tried to dissuade Sid

"Tu nahin jaanta auraton ko….wo kehti kuch hain aur chahti kuch hain…"

"par Riddhima aisi nahin hai….wo jo sochti hai wohi kehti hai…."

"Armaan! Riddhima meri patni hai….jitna achchi tarah main ussey jaanta hoon…koyi nahin jaanta"

"Sid….I think you are wrong….jahan tak mera khayal hai…Riddhima does not care for these material things……teri reading galat hai….."

"Nahin Armaan…..jaanta hai Vivek ki wife bh ussey chhod kar chali gayi thi kyonki uski demands wo poori nahin kar sakaa….baad mein pata chala ki uskey boss ke saath chakkar tha, kyonki wo zyaada ameer tha….."

"Sid! Riddhima Vivek ki wife nahin hai! Just try to understand her God damn it!"

"Armaan…I think tujhsey yeh stress bardasht nahin ho raha….chal morning mein baat karengey…..goodnight….." Sid walked out.

Riddhima paced up and down in her room; she was desperate to talk to Armaan, but Sid had been in his room for quite sometime, and she was really upset with Sid for taking a unilateral decision. She saw Sid leave; he took his car keys and went somewhere.

Riddhima tip-toed into Armaan's room and shut his door from inside. She looked at Armaan and ran to him. Armaan got up and hugged her, "don't worry Riddhima…..main sambhaal loonga…"

Riddhima sobbed on his chest, "main kahin nahin jaaoongi tumharey bina….."

Armaan stroked her hair and wiped her tears, "did someone ever tell you how pathetic you look when you cry…," he smiled and kissed her eyes.

She tried to smile but hugged him tightly and said, "Armaan…humein Sid ko saaf saaf sab bataa dena chahiye….ab main tumsey door nahin reh sakti…..uskey saath ek hi kamrey mein rehna bhi achcha nahi lagta….."

Armaan kept stroking her hair, "Riddhima….itna aasaan nahin hai yeh karna…..mujhey sochney ka waqt do…..filhaal jaisa chal raha hai…chalney do….."
PART 22:

The next morning, Riddhima woke up with a better attitude. She had decided to put aside any thoughts about separating from Armaan on the back burner for now. She was excited about her first "karva chauth"

She decided to take the day off from her prep work for her boutique. She was trying to choose her saree and jewelery for the evening puja and karva chauth tradition. She was pleased that Sid had already left, after he received an urgent call from Vivek in the morning. She did not bother to remind him about being home early that evening.

She heard a gentle knock on her door. She wondered who it could be, as Sid was out and Armaan should have left for work.

She opened the door and saw the servant, "didi…aapkey liye yeh package kisi ney bheja hai…."

"Kahan sey aaya?"

"Pata nahin….courier wala dey gaya hai…."

Riddhima was curious, "thanks," she shut her door.

There was a beautiful red mysore silk saree with beautiful handiwork on it, "kiss ney bheji hai yeh? Papa ney? Par unhey tho yaad bhi nahin hoga ki aaj karva chauth hai…..I hope Sid ney nahin bheji ho…." She shuddered at the thought of receiving something from Sid.

She saw a hand written note in the saree fold, "mujhey shaayari tho nahin aati, par itna zaroor jaanta hoon ki is saree ki shobha sirf meri Riddhima hi badhaa sakthi hai….aaj shaam ko tumhara aashiq tumhey is saree mein dekhne ko betaab rahega…"

Riddhima blushed after reading the note and caressed the saree against her cheeks, "Tumhari Riddhima sirf tumharey liye hi tayyar hogi aaj shaam, Armaan…."

Song in background, as Riddhima gets ready for her "sajna"

"sajna hai mujhe" from "saudagar"

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-17732.html

Sajna hai mujhe, sajna ke liye
Jara uljhi latein sanwaar loon
Har ang ka rang nikhaar loon ... Sajna hai mujhe ...

Paani pade tan pe to shola nikle
Jaane kaisi agan mein badan jale, din bhar ki thakan utaar loon
Har ang ka rang nikhaar loon, sajna hai mujhe ...

Ang ang dholoon jara mal mal ke
Phool si mahek uthoon main khilke
Titali se pankh udhaar loon
Har ang ka rang nikhaar loon, sajna hai mujhe ...

Sajdhaj ke mein jara banthan ke
Baan chalaongi mein nainan ke
Aaina jara nihaar loon, khud apni nazar utaar loon
Main to saj gai re sajna ke liye
Main to saj gai re sajna ke liye.


EVENING:

Riddhima had fasted all day without touching any food or drink. She was in great spirits, although she was not used to fasting for so long. She helped the servant cook a big meal for the evening. She made sure, Armaan's favorite dishes were all cooked. She made his favorite "kheer" herself, without letting the servant even touch it!

Riddhima finished her prayers and went upstairs to the terrace, to look at the moon. There was no one there. She placed her puja thali with the cup of water and the sieve in her hands and waited patiently for her 'chaand"

Billy came upstairs, "beti…Sid ka phone hai…..wo traffic mein phansa hai…wo keh raha tha tum chand ki puja tho shuroo kar lena par tumhara vrat wo aakar thodega…"

Riddhima obeyed, "ji papa…." She saw the moon rise and she offered her prayers to the moon god and then looked through the sieve. As she held it high, Armaan appeared on the terrace. She turned around and caught his image in the sieve and closed her eyes. Armaan smiled at her and gave her an appreciative look for wearing his gift. She opened her eyes, but suddenly her eyes started rolling, and before one could realize, she was falling on the ground.

Billy shouted, 'Arre…RIDDHIMA!"

Armaan ran to her rescue, and before she could touch the ground, she was in his arms.

"Chachaji lagta hai bhookh-pyaas sey behosh ho gayi…..aadat nahin hai na abhi…"

Billy saw the cup of water on her puja thali, "beta…yeh pilaa do kam se kam pyaas tho bhujegi…."

Armaan took the cup from Billy and poured the water gently into her mouth. She moved a little and tried to open her eyes.

"Chachaji…main issey neeche bedroom mein ley jaata hoon….zara Hariram ko kehna kuch khaney ko bhej de…."

"Theek hai..main abhi bhejtha hoon…"

As Armaan carried Riddhima downstairs in his arms, he saw her open her eyes with a mischievous look, "abhi pyaas nahi bujhi hai….," and she pretended that she had fainted again.

Armaan figured out her game plan, but decided to play on…"Riddhima….chinta mat karo. Main tumhari bhookh aur pyaas dono ka intezaam kar doonga….," he planted a quick kiss on her lips before they entered her room.

He lay her down on her bed and waited for her to "become conscious"

Hariram brought in a plate full of food. Riddhima opened her eyes but kept moaning, "mujhey bahut chakkar aa rahey hain…"

Billy got worried, "beta iska blood sugar low hoga….issey khana khila do..'

Armaan took a piece of the poori and aaloo sabzi and held it in front of her mouth. She did not make any effort to take it herself. Armaan was then "forced" to feed it with his hands. Billy had gone outside to answer a phone call. Riddhima took advantage of Billy's absence and bit into Armaan's fingers as he fed her.

'RIDDHIMA! Kya kar rahi ho….kabhi sapney mein bhi nahin socha tha ki tum yeh sab kar sakti ho…." Armaan whispered with clenched teeth.

"Armaan…tumharey liye main kuch bhi kar sakti hoon.." she winked at him and then pretended she was passing out again, as she saw Billy enter the room.

"Sid ka phone tha….raaste mein koyi accident ho gaya hai…..abhi aur time lagega…chalo hum sab bhi khaa lete hain….waise Armaan beta tumhara pait kaisa hai?"

"Oh Wo?…..Pehle se better hai…"

"Tho chalo tum bhi khaa lo…..aaj tumhara bhi fast ho gaya pait ke chakkar mein…." Billy went downstairs.

Riddhima opened her eyes and sat up, "Armaan…tumney bhi fast kiya hai?"

Armaan smiled, "kya yeh haq sirf tumhara hai? Jab tum mere liye yeh kar sakti ho, tho main kyon nahin…." He kissed her nose and then her forehead.

Riddhima's eyes were moist from happiness. She took a spoonful of the kheer and fed it to him, "yeh tumhari favorite kheer hai…"

Armaan savored the kheer and in no time had polished off most of the food from Riddhima's plate also, but intermittently kept feeding her with his hands. He then took out a box and gave it to Riddhima.

"hamare ghar ki parampara hai…pehli karva chauth ko hum apni patni ko kuch dete hain…"

She opened the box and saw 2 beautiful gold 'kadhaas" She wanted to hug Armaan but was aware that Sid would be there any moment, "achcha apney haathon se pehnaa do…"

Armaan took her soft hands in his hands and slipped the bracelets effortlessly into both her wrists. She looked at them and kissed her wrists, "ab yeh hamesha yahin rahengey…..mujhey aisa lagega ki tum hamesha mere saath hi ho…"

"RIDDHIMA! KAHAN HO TUM?" It was Sid. He entered the room and saw Riddhima lying on the bed. Riddhima had resumed her feigning act again, as soon as she heard his voice.

"Oh Riddhima ko kya hua?" Sid asked

"Kuch nahin Sid…bas thodi low sugar ho gayi thi….waise khana kha liya hai….ussey aaram ki zaroorat hai…chalo hum neeche chaltey hain…" Armaan put his arm around Sid and walked with him downstairs. Somehow, tonight Armaan felt very possessive about Riddhima-he did not want her legally wedded husband to be near her or touch her in any form-he felt she belonged to him, and he was her rightful husband, rather than Sid!
PART 23: this is a "hot" one- please read at ur own risk!

Armaan and Sid joined Billy for dinner.

"Mujhey bahut afsos ho raha hai ki meri wajah se Riddhima ki tabiyat kharab ho gayi……main ab usey fast nahin karney doonga," Sid said

"Sid…..dheere dheere aadat padh jaati hai……tension mat le…" Armaan reassured him

As they were finishing up, Riddhima also joined them

"Ab kaisi tabiyat hai beti?"

"Theek hoon papa…pyaas bujhi hai tabhi theek huyi hoon….," Riddhima gave a glance to Armaan from the corner of her eyes. Armaan just rolled his tongue inside his mouth, as he read between the lines.

"Dekho Riddhima, main tumharey liye kya laaya?" Sid took out a box and gave it to her.

"Isski kya zaroorat thi Sid?" Riddhima hesitated

"Ley lo beti….yeh tho parampara hai…." Billy ordered

Riddhima looked at Sid, and then at Armaan.

Armaan reassured her by gently nodding his head.

There was a beautiful gold necklace in the box.

"Pehnaa do beta…." Billy said

Armaan and Riddhima cringed at that thought. Armaan could not bear that Sid's fingers would touch Riddhima's neck. Riddhima, herself was not keen, "Koyi baat nahin…main khud hi pahen loongi….," she quickly snapped the necklace in place on her neck.

Sid was pleased to see Riddhima accept his gift, "bahut sunder lag raha hai….."

Riddhima touched her wrist with her hand and felt her new bracelet, "bahut sunder hai….," her eyes were lowered but Armaan knew what she meant; he just smiled to himself.

A LITTLE LATER:

After Billy retired for the night, Sid, Riddhima and Armaan also went to their rooms.
Sid was in an unusually romantic mood that night; he grabbed Riddhima from behind and tried to kiss her, "aaj kitni sunder lag rahi ho…yeh saree tum par bahut khubsoorat lag rahi hai…."

Riddhima tried to free herself, "wo…wo Sid mujhey abhi bhi chakkar se aa rahey hain…..main sona chahti hoon…."

"Oh…koyi baat nahin…..tum so jao…main tumhey bother nahin karoonga…..main bas soch raha tha ki doctor waali baat yadi such ho jaaye tho….," he blushed as he said that but Riddhima just shivered at that thought.

"Sid…main change karkey soney jaati hoon"

In no time, Riddhima pretended she was fast asleep. Sid sighed when he saw she was in deep slumber and thought, "kabhi aur try karengey Riddhima…,." and dozed off.

Riddhima got up when she was sure there was no more danger. She took her cell phone and text messaged Armaan, "PLEASE MEET ME NOW"

He sms'd her back, "MEET ME OUTSIDE IN 10 MIN"

Riddhima changed into her jeans and a white silk shirt. She tiptoed downstairs and went outside. She saw Armaan standing a block away with his car. She ran to him and hugged him, "Armaan….please kahin door chalo…"

Armaan kissed her forehead and opened the passenger door, "chalo….beach par chaltey hain"

"Really? Itni raat ko? Safe hoga?" she asked

"Jab tak main tumharey saath hoon…..koyi tumhara kuch nahin bigaad sakta…" he smiled and squeezed her hand.

They arrived at one of the quiet areas of the Juhu beach. They took their shoes off and walked hand in hand near the waves. Armaan lifted her up from her waist, so that she was at eye level with him, "dekho heels ke bina, main tumhey dekh hi nahin sakta hoon….now this is better"

Their faces were inches apart, as Riddhima circled her arms around his neck tightly, "Armaan…..kya aisa ho sakta hai ki yeh raat kabhi khatam na ho…."

He just looked at her and kissed her lips passionately and then whispered, "tum chaho, tho har raat aise hi ho….."

They were lost in each other's eyes, when a big wave from the ocean hit them. They both fell down, Armaan on top of Riddhima, and started laughing. They were soaked with the salty ocean water. They could feel the heat from each other's body through their wet shirts. Her salty skin tasted like honey to Armaan. He scorched her body with his kisses, their fingers and toes buried in the wet sand. The gentle waves caressed their bodies, burying them deeper into the sand each time. They lay in each other's arms with their eyes closed for a long time, unaware of how late it was in the night. Riddhima finally opened her eyes, as she heard some dogs barking in the vicinity.

"Armaan…utho…bahut der ho gayi hai…..humein chalna chahiye…"

Armaan got up and looked at his watch, '3 baj gaye hain…." They tried to get up but realized that they were covered with wet sand all over.

"Aise ghar kaise jaayengey?" Riddhima asked.

"Aisa kartey hain bina kapdon ke chaley jaatey hain…." Armaan winked at her

"Main tho chali bhi jaaun, par tum jaa sakogey?" Riddhima teased him back.

They hugged each other and walked towards the car.

"Riddhima…mere car ki trunk mein meri kuch shirts rakhi hain…..chalo change kar lete hain…."

Armaan took his gym bag out from the trunk and handed her one of his t-shirts; he then took one out for himself. Riddhima went to the back seat and tried to change out of her silk shirt, but the wet shirt was clinging on to her sandy body. Armaan saw her struggle with her shirt. He opened the door and joined her in the backseat. He helped her out of her shirt. She had goose bumps on her body as she felt his hands on her back and chest. She turned around and hugged him tightly. Armaan could not resist himself either, and reciprocated her passion. They were soon tearing all their clothes apart and were once again united with each other on this auspicious karva chauth night!



PART 24:

Armaan and Riddhima were successful in getting back home without disturbing anyone.

[SIZE=7]MORNING:

Sid left for work when Riddhima was still sleeping. He gave her a light kiss on her cheek before he left. Riddhima frowned in her sleep, as if she could tell that it was not Armaan's kiss.

Armaan peeked into Riddhima's room before he left. She was still asleep. He gently walked to her bed and kissed her lips. She smiled in her sleep, turned over, and hugged her pillow. Armaan smiled, covered her with her blanket and left for work. He left a note under her pillow.

She found the note when she woke up, "Aaj raat ko kahan milna hai?"

She blushed as she remembered their beautiful night at the beach and then the backseat of his car….."we are almost like teenagers in love" she thought. Shayad chup chup ke pyar karney ka mazaa hi kuch aur hai…..

She saw a bouquet of roses with a beautiful poem written by Sid on her nightstand. She felt guilty, "Sid bhi mujhsey kitna pyar karta hai…..main kaisi uljhan mein hoon…..kaise usey bataaoongi apney aur Armaan key baarey mein……shaam ko Armaan sey hi poonch loongi……kuch tho hul nikaalna padhega…."

She was about to leave for her work, when she saw Billy staggering from his room.

"Papa! Kya hua?"

Billy was sweating profusely and holding his chest, "beti…zara doctor ko phone karna…"

Riddhima called the doctor, and then called Armaan.

"Haan…main abhi aata hoon…Sid ko bataa diya?" Armaan asked

"Haan…main usey bhi phone karti hoon…" Riddhima said, as she hung up. Her first impulse was always to call Armaan, she could only think about him whenever she needed someone. Although, Sid was her husband and Billy's only son, she did not even think about calling him first.

"Sid…papa ki tabiyat theek nahin hai…doctor aaye hain, aur unhey hospital ley jaaney ko keh rahey hain…."

Riddhima was shocked at Sid's response, "Riddhima…Armaan ko keh do wo chalaa jaayega….main abhi ek important meeting mein phansa hua hoon….main baad mein milta hoon…"


Riddhima could not believe her ears- how can a son be so selfish-that is what Sid was- selfish to the core….he just cared about himself, no one else mattered…..he was not buying a house or starting all this business for her, but for himself! She had no guilt now…….there was no way she could live with a man like that even for another day.

Armaan arrived soon, "chalo Riddhima chachaji key saath hospital chaltey hain"

[SIZE=7]HOSPITAL:

Billy did have a massive heart attack, but was stable enough to under go an angioplasty. Armaan and Riddhima stayed at the hospital, till he was out from the procedure. Sid and Vivek also came later.

"Riddhima…tum nahin hoti tho aaj papa ka kya hota?" Sid sobbed on her shoulder. Sid's plight had no effect on Riddhima. She stood still and did not even try to console him…..she had seen his true colors……those were crocodile tears with which he had managed to fool Armaan and Billy for years, and also made her feel guilty about her relationship with Armaan………she was not going to fall for that anymore.

"Sid…..tum ghar jaao…main papa ke paas hospital mein rahoongi….." Riddhima said firmly

"Nahin Riddhima….tum Sid key saath wapas jaao…..main yahin rahoonga…."Armaan intervened

"Armaan theek keh raha hai…..Papa Armaan key saath sabsey comfortable rahengey……chalo Riddhima raat bahut ho gayi hai…….ghar chalo…." Sid held her arm. Riddhima freed herself from Sid's grip, "muhjey apney papa ke yahan chhod do……mujhey unki bhi chinta hai……"

Armaan understood that Riddhima was no longer interested in spending anytime with Sid at home. Armaan was too distraught after Billy's heart attack to even offer to drop Riddhima. At this point, he knew that he had to be at Billy's bedside…….no matter what.Riddhima understood Armaan's dilemna, and did not expect him to accompany her.

"Theek hai…..main tumhey wahin chhod doonga…..achcha Armaan raat ko kuch chahiye ho tho phone kar dena…..main ya Vivek aa jaayengey….." Sid put his hand on Armaan's shoulder. Even Armaan was surprised to see Sid's matter-of-fact attitude after his father's near fatal heart attack.

Riddhima packed an overnight bag, and went to her father's house. Shashank was pleased to see her but worried about Billy, "beta mujhey pehle bata diya hota….main bhi hospital aa jata…"

"Papa….aap kal mere saath chaliye ga…."

Riddhima could not sleep that night. She went to get a drink of water from the kitchen, when her father turned the light on, "beti kya baat hai? Jab sey aayi ho pareshaan lag rahi ho……kya Billy ki chinta hai?"

"Haan papa….wo bhi hai….par…."

"Par kya beti……batao kya baat hai?"

Riddhima had always confided in her father since childhood. She hugged him and started sobbing, "papa…main bahut badhi uljhan mein hoon………"
"Aao….yahan baitho…aur batao kya baat hai" Shashank sat down with Riddhima on his lap, just like he used to when she came back from school, upset about a friend or a poor grade.

"Papa…….main Sid sey pyaar nahin karti……."

"Wo tho main jaanta hoon beti, par ho sakta hai dheere dheere tumhey pyaar ho jaayega……"

"Nahin papa…." She poured her heart to him. She told him about Armaan, his sacrifice, her initial attempts to make her marriage work, and then how Armaan and her finally confessed to each other and got extremely close, "papa…..ab main aur Armaan us mukaam par pahunch gaye hain, jahan sey wapas nahin aa saktey…….."

Shashank looked serious, "beti kya matlab?"

"Haan papa….main aur Armaan ab ek doosrey ke ho chukey hain…….hamesha ke liye…."

"Beti……..main kuch upaay nikaalta hoon……aakhir tumhari khushi ka sawaal hai………Billy sey baat karoonga…….wo pehley theek ho jaaye……." He kissed her forehead, "ab jao, achchi beti ki tarah so jaao……"

Riddhima kissed him goodnight and went to her bed. She was relieved, as if a large burden had been lifted from her chest. A father-daughter relationship is always special….a father would do anything for his little girl's happiness, even if it meant breaking the societal rules.

Over the next few days, Armaan helped Billy recover at the hospital. Sid paid his visits like a visitor-he was always "busy" with something. Billy was a little taken aback by Sid's attitude. One day, when Armaan was helping him change his clothes, "beta……main bahut khush kismat hoon jo maine tumhey us din juvenile court sey apney ghar laaya tha…….tum hi mere sachche bete ho……." Billy had tears in his eyes. Armaan's eyes got moist also, "chachaji……..aapka karz tho main kabhi nahin utaar paaoonga……….aap na hotey tho main aaj bhi kisi jail mein sadh raha hota…….." they both hugged each other.

Riddhima made sure she brought home cooked food for Billy and Armaan everyday. Shashank sat around and entertained Billy, as they shared their past court stories.

Shashank noticed how comfortable Armaan and Riddhima were with each other. He was also unhappy with Sid's behavior, and particularly displeased with Vivek, who seemed unusually interested in his daughter. Shashank was happy that Armaan was always there to shield Riddhima from Vivek. Riddhima insisted on staying with her father during this period.

Billy came home after a week. Sid brought in the floor plans for the new apartment building, 'papa….ab aap theek ho gaye hain….dekhiye kaun sa floor plan aapko achcha lagta hai….Riddhima tho kuch batati nahin hai……"

Riddhima intervened, "Sid, main papa ko chhod kar kahin nahin jaaoongi….tumhey shift karna hai tho kar lo…..main tho yahin rahoongi…"
Billy was touched by Riddhima's gesture, he looked at Sid, "beta achcha hoga tum sab yahin raho….pata nahin meri tabiyat kahin phir kharab ho gayi tho…"

Sid looked disappointed but folded the floor plans, "jaisa aap sab chahey……"

Riddhima went upstairs and saw Armaan standing near his room. She smiled and went close to him. She whispered, "bhagwan bhi yahi chahta hai ki hum judaa na ho……ab papa theek ho gaye hain……….raat ko kahan milna hai?"

Armaan smiled back mischievously, "wahin jahan koyi aata jaata nahin…….."
PART 25:

Armaan and Riddhima went to the beach again later that night. They sat on the sand and talked. They had a lot to catch up, as the last few days had gone by taking care of Billy.

Riddhima sat next to Armaan with her head resting on Armaan's arm, "Armaan…….mujhey ab Sid ke saath bilkul achcha nahin lagta…….na uska mere kareeb aana, na mujhey choona, aur na hi uska character…."

"Character?"

"Haan Armaan, mujhey aisa lagte hai ki Sid bahut selfish kisam ka insaan hai, usey sirf apni hi fikar hai duniya mein…..wo apney matlab ke liye kuch bhi kar sakta hai…."

"Nahin Riddhima aisi baat nahin hai…main usey bachpan sey jaanta hoon….wo bas apni responsibility nahin leta…..Jab uski mom ki death ho gayi thi, wo bahut emotional crisis sey guzra tha……….tabhi sey wo bahut vulnerable ho gaya hai…….mujhey aur Chachaji ko uska bahut dhyan rakhna padha tha…….tabhi sey wo dependent ho gaya doosrey logon ka……I don't think he means bad….he is just not aware that he is an adult now….."

"Tum bahut achchey ho Armaan….kitney forgiving ho…….khair meri problem solve karo…..main Sid ke saath kamrey mein nahin sona chahti….."

"Ek solution hai.." Armaan had a naughty look, "mere saath so jaya karo…"

Riddhima hit him playfully, "main tho kar loongi, par tum kar paaogey?"

Riddhima became serious, "Papa ki bimaari ke baad, humein thoda dhyan sey kaam karna chahiye…..main nahin chahti ki hamari wajah sey unhey koyi sadma pahunchey….."

Armaan took Riddhima's hand in his, "Riddhima I think you are right……main jaanta hoon tum meri ho…..mujhey tum par poora vishwas hai……jab theek samay hoga, hum sabko sach bataa dengey……tum chaho tho Chachaji ke kamrey ke saath guest room mein so sakti ho…..is tarah tum unka dhyan bhi de sakti ho, aur Sid sey door bhi reh sakti ho…..par mujhsey door mat ho jaana…" he smiled and kissed her hand.

Over the next few weeks, Armaan and Riddhima kept their distance from each other, but tried to meet for lunch or coffee off and on. Riddhima was busy with her inauguration for the boutique. Armaan had an important deadline at work, so could not pay attention to Sid's business either. Sid and Vivek did manage to get 1-2 clients and started working on their projects. Billy had more or less resumed his regular activities, but Riddhima still insisted on having him take it easy. Billy thought, "Riddhima kitni achchi ladki hai…Sid bahut lucky hai…..waise kayi baar mujhey lagta hai ki Armaan aur Riddhima ek doosrey ke zyaada kareeb hain……ho sakta hai un dono ki shaadi hoti to zyada achcha rehta……khair kismet ko kaun badal sakta hai. Mujhey kya pata tha ki apna khoon meri itni seva nahin karega, jitni Armaan aur Riddhima ney meri ki hai…."

INAUGURATION OF RIDDHIMA'S

Riddhima's boutique was ready for it's grand opening. She had invited a few close friends and family members for the opening. Armaan had advised her to not spend too much on publicity for the event. He wanted her work to speak for itself and depend on word-of-mouth clients. They were the most loyal clients and would appreciate her work more he advised.

Armaan helped with the set up for the big event. Sid and Vivek tried to give their two cents regarding the arrangements, but Riddhima politely refused their help. Sid was beginning to feel a little isolated from Riddhima's life. He tried to ignore it to Riddhima being busy with her work. He wanted to be in denial that there was any problem in their marriage.

Vivek, of course, tried to add fuel to the fire, 'Sid…tuney apni wife ko bahut choot de rakhi hai……..mujhey lagta hai uska kahin affair chal raha hai…"

"Nahin meri Riddhima aisa nahin kar sakti……tu baar baar yeh kyon kehta hai?"

"Kyonki main zyaada experienced hoon……tu meri baat maan kar chal, ek din bahut pachtaayega….."

Riddhima was dressed in one of her designer salwar suits at the open house. She got a lot of compliments from her friends and other customers. She was surprised that she received so many offers the same evening. She gave loving glances to Armaan every time someone appreciated her work. She thought, "Armaan…tum mere sab kuch ho…..friend, guide, protector…and lover……" Vivek and Sid also came for the event.

"Riddhima…..tumharey designs tho bahut achche hain…..main tumhey US ke contacts deta hoon…..tumhare business bahut chalega wahan…"Vivek said

"No thanks Vivek…main aapko pehley bhi bol chuki hoon ki I am not interested in your offer"

Vivek got offended and came vary close to her, "Riddhima….kya Armaan ke offers hi pasand aatey hain? Aakhir wo tumhey aisa kya deta hai? Give me a chance…..I can fulfill all your needs, even better than Armaan"

Riddhima turned red with anger. She could not help herself and slapped Vivek hard on his face, "don't you dare talk to me like that! Tum apney aap ko Armaan sey compare karney ki bhi kaise soch saktey ho….GET OUT! I DON"T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE!"

Everyone was stunned at the boutique. The customers thought Vivek was harassing Riddhima, and came to her rescue. Armaan also ran towards Riddhima, "Riddhima tum theek tho ho na…."

Sid ran after Vivek, "yaar kya hua? Riddhima ke saath jhagda hua kya?"

Vivek was still fuming, "Main Riddhima ko Armaan ka asli roop dikha kar hi rahoonga….what does she think of herself?" he sat in his car and zoomed off.

Sid was perplexed, "aakhir Riddhima ney aisa kyon kiya?"

He walked into the boutique and was shocked to see Riddhima sobbing on Armaan's chest. He ran towards them, "Riddhima kya hua? Aao mere saath chalo….." Sid pulled her out from Armaan's arms. Riddhima wiped her tears, "Sid….chalo boutique ka closing time ho gaya hai.." she left the 2 men and locked the door to the store.

Sid just looked at Armaan, "Armaan…Riddhima meri patni hai par tere paas kyon baar baar jaati hai?"

Armaan looked at Sid and put his hand on his shoulder, "yeh sawaal tum apney aap sey karo tho behtar hoga…."

AT HOME:

As Riddhima was putting away all her things away in her closet, Sid came into the room and shut the door, "Riddhima…tumney Vivek ki insult kyon ki? Wo tumhara mehmaan tha wahan.."

"Tho mehmaan ko mehmaan ki tarah hi pesh aana chahiye…..haivaan ki tarah nahin," she said angrily.

"Riddhima…Vivek mera partner hai…..usey khush rakhna tumhara kartavya hai….aakhir main tumhara pati hoon…."

"Pati ho…bhagwan nahin….aur yeh batao, tumney pati wala kaam hi kaun sa kiya hai?" Riddhima was capable of saying anything when she was upset.

Sid was hurt by the last statement, "Riddhima…mainey bahut koshish ki par kya karoon?" he became emotional

Riddhima calmed down a little, as she realized what she had said, "mera matlab us baat sey nahin tha…..pati ki aur responsibilities bhi hoti hain jaise patni ki raksha karna…..tum ney aaj tak Vivek ko roka nahin hai…wo mere saath kitni badtameezi karta hai, par tumhey koyi farak nahin padhta…."

"Mujhey nahin pata tha ki tumhey wo itna kharab lagta hai.."

"Yahi tho problem hai hamari shaadi mein Sid….tumhey mere dil ki koyi baat pata nahin chalti….mujhey kya achcha lagta hai, kya bura…..kabhi tumney jaan ney ki koshish ki hai? Tum sirf apney baare mein hi sochtey ho…..tum mein aur tumharey bhai mein kitna farak hai…"

Sid clenched his jaw, "tum Armaan sey meri tulna kyon karti ho…uski tho family ka bhi kuch pata nahin hai….yadi hum na hotey, tho wo aaj kisi jail mein sadh raha hota…"

Riddhima was stunned to hear what Sid had said. She just walked out saying, "theek kaha tumney….tumhari aur Armaan ki koyi tulna nahin hai…."

Sid was really upset- how could someone talk to Sid like that. His whole life, people had always pampered him, protected him, done whatever he wanted, but his own wife was rebelling against him……NO THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE!
PART 26:

Sid was shocked at what Riddhima had just said. He called Vivek, "yaar…I need to meet you right now!"

Sid left in a hurry, without telling anyone.

VIVEK's HOME:

"Sid….ab tujhey baat samajh aayi hai….main kab sey keh raha tha ki Armaan ko tumney bahut sar chadha rakha hai…..dekha kaise peechey sey tumhari biwi ko bhi apney bas mein kar liya……chor hamesha chor hi rehta hai…….waise bhi tum kehtey the ki wo ladkiyon ke chakkar mein bahut hoshiyar hai……aur koyi nahin tho Riddhima ko hi jaal mein phansaa liya…."

"Vivek….mujhey kya pata than wo mere peeth peechey kya karta hai………main hamesha sochta tha wo sirf mazaak karta hai……par pata nahin usney Riddhima par kya jadoo kiya hai…….."

"Ek tareeka hai……..usey Riddhima sey door rakhna chahiye………wo naya apartment ka kya huya?"

"Yaar…papa ki bimaari ke baad wo chahtye hain hum sab saath saath hi rahein…"

"Achcha bataa wo kaam kahan karta hai, aur kiskey under kaam karta hai………main usey lambi chutti par bhijwaa tha hoon……….mere bahut contacts hain……"

"Wo Anderson group mein kaam karta hai aur uski boss ka naam shayad Damini Kumar hai…….."

"Tu ab chinta mat kar….bas apni biwi ko akele mat chhod……….OK…..dekha pareshaani mein main hi kaam aaya tere…….chahey thappad hi kyon no khaya ho maine teri biwi se"

"Sorry yaar……..ab aisa nahin hoga……..main samjhaaoonga usey……."

SID's HOME:

Sid went to his room but did not find Riddhima there. She had been sleeping in the guest room lately, as she wanted to be close to Billy in case he needed anything.

He went downstairs and found her reading a book in the guest room.

"RIDDHIMA!"

"Kya hai?" she said coldly, her eyes still focused on her book

"Tum aaj kal oopar kyon nahin soti ho?"

Riddhima put the book down, "Papa neeche akele reh jaatey hain…..iss liye…"

"Theek hai tho aaj sey main bhi yahin soney aa raha hoon…"

Riddhima was stunned, "y…yahan…..par Sid yeh bed tumharey liye comfortable nahin hoga…….tumhey kaam par jaldi jaana hota hai na……"

"Koyi baat nahin….mujhey lagta hai ki meri biwi mujhsey door hoti jaa rahi hai…is liye aaj sey hum hamesha saath saath soyengey…." Sid smiled and sat on the bed.

Riddhima could not say anything, but stayed upright in bed even after Sid turned the lights off. He tried to become intimate, but she just froze, "Sid…please abhi nahin………..meri tabiyat theek nahin hai……" she got up and went to the kitchen to get a drink.

Sid just got angry and punched his fist in frustration and went off to sleep. Riddhima came back after hr or so. She made sure Sid was asleep, and then took her pillow upstairs to her room.

A FEW DAY'S LATER AT ARMAAN's OFFICE:

Armaan was summoned by his boss, Damini Kumar to her office

Damini was a pleasant middle-aged lady, but was a shrewd business woman. Vivek was lucky, as he managed a meeting with her a few days ago and promised her tons of business with a company in Washington D.C.

"Armaan……….I want you to work with one of our potential clients in Washington D.C." she said

"Washington D.C? Yeh kab huya?" Armaan asked

"Yahi last few days mein…..the company is very keen on working with us, but they want one of our associates to go there and train for about a month…..tho main chahti hoon tum hamari company ki taraf sey jaao……."

"One month? But that is a long time Ms Kumar" Armaan was not prepared to be away from Riddhima and Billy for that long

"Armaan….I have full confidence in you……..in fact they wanted someone there for 3 months, but knowing how smart you are, I negotiated that a month would be enough for someone of your caliber…..…waise bhi US mein kaam ka experience will go a long way on your resume……OK I don't want to hear a no!"

Armaan had no choice, as he loved his job and he knew Damini would not change her mind.

"OK….kab jaana hai?"

"If you can leave tonight that would be great…….tumharey paas visa aur passport tho hai hi…….." Armaan remembered he had just renewed his US visa recently, as he thought he may have to go there a few weeks ago, but that was only a 3-4 day project……..a month? He did not have the heart to break that news to Riddhima on the phone.

RIDDHIMA'S BOUTIQUE:

Riddhima was with a customer, when she saw Armaan entering the store. She gave him a loving smile, and gestured him to wait inside her office.
After finishing up with her customer, she went inside her office. He was seated on a chair, flipping over some recent catalogues. She went and sat on the arm of the chair he was sitting on, and put her arms around him, "aaj raasta kaise bhool gaye janab? Mujhey tho laga tha tum mujhey bhool hi gaye" she teased him.

Armaan pulled her onto his lap, "main apney aap ko bhool sakta hoon…..par tumhey kabhi nahin," he planted a kiss on her lips.

"Kya baat hai? Aaj bahut romantic mood mein ho…." She smiled

"Mujhey tumsey kuch kehna hai….."

"Bolo"

There was a knock on the door. Riddhima got up and opened the door, "madam….wo shaadi waaley customer aa gaye hain……."

"achcha main aati hoon….."

Riddhima turned around, "Armaan mere yeh important customer hain….bahut badha order hai…tum please thodi der wait karogey…….."

Armaan got up and put his arms around her waist, "main tho tumharey liye zindagi bhar wait karney ko tayyar hoon…par is waqt mujhey jaana hoga…ek meeting mein jaana hai….main tumhey shaam ko dinner pe le jaata hoon……I will see you at store closing" he kissed her again and left. He did not want to tell her about his trip just before she was going to meet an important customer. He knew she would get too distracted once she found out about his trip. He left a box on her desk, next to the computer.


EVENING:

As Riddhima was closing her store, she heard someone enter the door. She did not look up, "aa jao Armaan…main tumhara hi intezaar kar rahi thi……."

"Armaan nahin…..tumhara pati…SID!"

Riddhima looked up and was shocked to see Sid, "OH…P…Sid…wo Armaan meri financial statements lekar aaney wala tha…….I did not expect you…."

Sid looked at her sternly, "Main tumhey dinner pe le jaaney aaya hoon……chalo mere saath……."

"Nahin mujhey bahut kaam hai…"

"Please Riddhima…tum mere saath kahin nahin chalti ho…….please chalo na……"

Riddhima looked up and saw Armaan entering the store.

Sid turned back, "Oh Armaan……..tum yahan kaise? Main tho apni biwi ko dinner pe le jaaney aaya hoon……tum kya kar rahey ho?"

Armaan was surprised at Sid's tone of voice, "Kuch nahin……bas Riddhima ke stores ke papers dekhney the….."

"Well…they will have to wait till tomorrow, kyonki aaj wo sirf mere saath jaayegi….." Sid said firmly

Armaan looked at Riddhima's disappointed face, "OK….I will see you both at home…….time sey aa jaana…kyonki US jaane se pehle I would like to wish you guys goodbye," he looked at Riddhima apologetically. Riddhima's face fell, "US? Kab jaa rahey ho Armaan?"

"Aaj raat ko 12 baje ki flight hai……I am going to Washington D.C. for a month or so….."

Riddhima's eyes became moist…….. "nahin Armaan tum mujhey akela chhod kar nahin jaa saktey" she wanted to cry aloud, but Sid put his arm around her and walked out with her. She could not believe what she had just heard. She saw Armaan leave in his car……….she wanted to be with him that very moment……….how she hated being Sid's wife……..

AT DINNER:

Riddhima was very distracted and barely spoke to Sid at all. Sid tried his best to engage her in a conversation, but she just answered in monosyllables. Her thoughts kept drifting to Armaan, "wo shayad issi liye mujhsey itni urgently baat karna chahta tha……..kaash mainey usey dupahar mein rok liya hota…"

Sid got up to answer a call, "main abhi aata hoon.."

Riddhima was glad; she had a moment to herself. She called Armaan, but his cell was busy. When she saw Sid returning, she just text messaged Armaan, "Need to talk to u ASAP"

As Sid and Riddhima left the restaurant, she received an SMS, "how about airport at 9 BA terminal"

They did not have much time before Armaan left for the airport. Sid could sense Riddhima's restlessness and purposely drove at a leisurely pace.

They finally reached home but Armaan had packed his bags and was ready to leave. Armaan saw Riddhima coming in with Sid. He gestured with his phone to make sure she got his SMS. She nodded, but Sid went to Armaan, "chalo bhai, main tumhey airport chhod deta hoon…….ek mahiney mein main tumhey bahut miss karoonga….." he hugged Armaan.

Armaan hugged him back but looked at Riddhima with moist eyes.

"Sid jaaney sey pehley main bhool gaya…mujhey paas hi chemist ke yahan sey kuch dawaiyan laani hai," he glanced at Riddhima, hoping she would get the clue. Riddhima went to her room and a few minutes later went downstairs to meet Armaan outside the house. Armaan and Riddhima had reached an understanding in their relationship, that they did not have to say anything to each other. Riddhima knew, he wanted to meet her outside at the pretext of going to the chemist.

As Riddhima tried to leave, Sid followed her, "kahan ja rahi ho Riddhima?"

Riddhima rolled her eyes in frustration, "main dhobhi se kapdey lene ja rahi hoon…….aaj wapas nahin laya wo…….wahan bhi mere saath chalney ka iraada hai tumhara?" she said sarcastically. Sid was taken aback by her tone, "nahin…nahin jao….main Armaan ke wait kar raha hoon…usey airport le jaana hai…"

Riddhima was relieved, and rushed out of the house. She walked a block and saw Armaan standing under a tree behind the house. She ran to him and hugged him with all her might, "mat jao mujhey chhod ke………main mar jaaoongi…" she sobbed and would not let go of his embrace.

Armaan stroked her hair, "pagli hamesha ke liye thode hi jaa raha hoon….. yeh socho…main yun gaya aur yun aaya……. …….batao kya laaun tumharey liye US sey?"

She looked up, her eyeliner all smudged on her cheeks, "tum jaantey ho mujhey kya chahiye…….bas jaldi aa jao……main tumhara intezaar karoongi…"

"That's like a good girl," he wiped her tears, "mujhsey phone par roz baat karna…..main tunharey office desk par web camera bhi chhod aaya hoon……I want to see your pretty face everyday………" he hugged her tightly and then looked at his watch, "chalo…….let's go……mujhey lagta hai Sid ko hum par shaq ho gaya hai….mere peeche promise karo kuch nahin bataaogi usey, warna tumhey bahut pareshaani jhelni padhegi……OK" he kissed her lips and she held onto them for as long as she could…..
PART 27:

Sid dropped Armaan to the airport. As they were saying their goodbyes, Armaan turned around and said, "you know Sid….aaj tak main kabhi itney lambey time ke liye tujh sey alag nahin raha…..bahut ajeeb lag raha hai ki main US akele hi jaa raha hoon……anyways, take care of Chachaji….and," he added softly, "and Riddhima……"

"Don't worry Armaan…….ek mahiney aise hi nikal jaayega…..aaj kal tu zyada hi emotional hota jaa raha hai…..I miss your carefree attitude…..Kya ho gaya hai tujhey?"

Armaan just smiled and patted his shoulder, "kuch nahin…bas aise hi…." He walked off thinking, 'tu shayad theek kehta hai Sid……main change ho gaya hoon…..shayad Riddhima ke pyaar ney mujhey aisa bana diya hai…," he felt his eyes getting moist, as he remembered her clinging to him under the tree just a few hours ago.

Billy was also sad at Armaan's departure. He came up to Riddhima, "beti…pata nahin Armaan ke jaane se kuch suna suna saa lag raha hai…..he is like a pillar of stregth for all of us…..ek baat boloon beti, kabhi bhi jeevan mein koyi mushkil aaye na, tho Armaan ka sahara hi lena, Sid thoda kamzor hai, jaldi behak jaata hai……meri baat yaad rakhna…." Billy retired to his room. Riddhima was surprised, as she had always thought Billy favored Sid over Armaan, but may be his illness had finally revealed his son's true nature to him. She was happy that Armaan was getting his due respect in this house now.

She went upstairs and could not resist walking into Armaan's room. Although, he was not there, she could feel his presence every where……she sat on his bed and caressed the sheets he slept on daily…….she went to his desk, and checked his pens and notepads…..she could almost feel him there……she could smell his fragrance in his clothes when she opened his closet…..his towel hanging in the corner was still moist from the shower he had taken before leaving…..she smelt his cologne in it, and closed her eyes…….she imagined him holding her and kissing her…..

Song from "I see You" to express Riddhima's feelings "sach hui"

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-57802.html

pyaar dekar tune di hai mujhko zindagi
tu mila hai to mile hai mujhko har khushi
tere nazar me jab se li hai panah is dil mein
tab se yun lagne lagaaa

sach hui sach hui mein sach hui
khwaab thi tere liye mein sach hui

koi khayal thi ya parchaai koi
shayaad sawaal thi mein dhundlaai koi
tune mujhse pechaana mujhse jana mujhe apna liya
mera matlab tune mujhe samjha diya

sach hui sach hui mein sach hui
khwaab thi tere liye mein sach hui

koi gila nahi abb to naseeeb se
jaana hai mene jo tujhko kareeb se
paya hai jo tujhko mene payaliya hai khushiyo ka jahan
teri nazaron ne khud ko paliya yahan

sach hui sach hui mein sach hui
khwaab thi tere liye mein sach hui
Riddhima fell asleep on Armaan's bed, without waiting for Sid to get back. Sid assumed she was still in the guestroom, and fell asleep without bothering her. He thought, "Ab Armaan tho chalaa gaya…….mujhey koyi darr nahin….."

[SIZE=7]
NEXT FEW DAYS:

Riddhima occupied herself with her store. She missed Armaan a lot, but was lucky to talk to him everyday. The web cam, he had left for her enabled them to "see" each other while talking. Armaan was glad Riddhima was staying busy and still her cheerful self. They would spend hours on the phone and computer, unless they were interrupted by a customer at Riddhima' store or an important business call for Armaan.

One day, when Riddhima had a meeting with a vendor at one of the local coffee shops, she saw Vivek walk in with a lady. She instantly recognized the girl-it was Shilpa-the tapori call girl, who Armaan had hired a few months ago to fool Riddhima.

Riddhima was not surprised to see Vivek openly flirting and making out with Shilpa in public. She just thought, "They deserve each other!"

After her meeting was over, she was about to leave, when Vivek walked towards her, "Hi Riddhima…akele akele…..hmm I guess Armaan tho US mein hai…..may be I can give you company.." he smiled

Riddhima's temper flared up, "lagta hain uss thappad ki goonj bahut jaldi bhool gaye?"

"Wo kaise bhool sakta hoon……mujhey bahut khushi hai ki main tumko itna effect karta hoon…….jaanti ho nafrat aur pyar ek hi sikke ke do sides hain…..what do you think?"

"Main aise faltu sawaalon ka jawab nahin deti…..mere raastey se hath jao, warna main police mein report kar doongi….you are unnecessarily harassing me…" she said firmly.

"Ha…ha…ha…tum thoda bhi mazaak nahin seh sakti…..well good luck, I don't think police can harm me….mere bahut contacts hain…" he threatened her and walked off.

Riddhima tried to calm down and went back to work. Armaan could sense her irritation later that day when they talked. She preferred not to bother Armaan with trivial things like that, as she knew he would get really furious and distracted. She wanted him to focus on his work, and return home as soon as possible.

Sid had stopped hounding Riddhima as much. He knew, as long as Armaan was not there, he need not worry about his wife.

Over the next few days, Riddhima started feeling a little tired and queasy. She thought she was overworked and probably not sleeping well in Armaan's absence, but one day when she really felt lousy, she dragged herself to the doctor.

"Mrs Riddhima Malhotra…..i need to send some blood tests…..main aap ko shaam ko results bataa doonga…." The doctor said after examining her.

"Yeh raha mera cell #….aap please isi par call kee jiye ga"

[SIZE=7]EVENING:

Riddhima was in the kitchen and had forgotten her bag with the cell phone in her room. Sid was in the bedroom, picking up some files before he left to meet Vivek. Riddhima's phone rang a few times, but he ignored it. He tried to call for Riddhima, 'Riddhima! Tumhara phone..," but she did not hear as she was listening to some music while cooking.

When the phone rang again, Sid finally picked it up.

"Hello…this is Dr Gupta from Bombay hospital, may I speak to Mrs Riddhima Malhotra"

"Yes, this is her husband, Sid Malhotra…kahiye"

"OH congratulations Mr Malhotra…aap ki wife maa ban ney waali hain….you will be a proud father soon….."

Sid was shocked, "are you sure? Aap ney theek reports dekhi hai na?"

"Oh yes 100% sure…wo aaj subah hi apney saare test dene aayi thi…"

Sid thanked the doctor and hung up. He lost control of himself; his body was shivering with rage. He sprinted downstairs and found Riddhima dancing to some music while cooking. He yanked the cord of the radio.

Riddhima was startled as the music had suddenly stopped, "arre..Sid wo mera favorite song tha…bandh kyon kar diya?"
Sid's eyes were red in anger. He came close to Riddhima and hit her hard on her face; he dragged her by her wrist and threw her on the floor outside the kitchen, "you B****……this is what I get for trusting you.."

Riddhima was furious, her lips were bleeding and her face was swelling up from his slap, "Sid…don't you dare touch me or talk to me like that!" she supported herself against the wall and tried to get up.

"Batao…..kis key saath gul charrey udha rahi thi? Kis ke bachche ki maa ban ney waali ho tum? Armaan ki? Ya aur koyi bhi hai?"

"What rubbish are you talking about?" she yelled back

"You know what I am talking about……I just spoke to Dr Gupta…..tumharey test results aa gaye hain…."

Riddhima was shocked, she remembered "oh no jaldi jaldi mein main apne bag oopar ho bhool aayi thi.."

Billy came out of his room after hearing the commotion. He saw a bruised and bleeding Riddhima in one corner and Sid standing with blood in his eyes.

'SID! YEH KYA HO RAHA HAI?" Billy walked towards Riddhima and put his arm around her.

Sid said, "papa…yeh hamara aapas ka jhagda hai…aap beech mein mat aaiye.."

"Jhagda jo bhi ho, par tumhey koyi haq nahin hai ki tum apni patni par haath uthao….I think you are the biggest coward to do that! Jao beti apney room mein jao…." Riddhima did not move, as she was still in a state of shock. She did not know how to react-one part of her was overjoyed at knowing that she was carrying Armaan's child, but the other part was furious at Sid.

Sid could not tell his dad why he was upset. Sid had never revealed his secret to anyone at home. Billy would be happy if he told him that Riddhima was pregnant, as that would be an expected course after almost 1 year of marriage.

Sid tried to walk out, but was intercepted by Billy, "Sid…abhi isi waqt Riddhima sey maafi mango, warna main tumhey kabhi maaf nahin karoonga……right now!"

Sid just looked at Riddhima in disgust, "nahin maangoonga…."

Billy slapped Sid hard on his face, "mujhey sharam aati hai ki tum mere bete ho….mainey apni poori life domestic violence ke cases judge karney mein lagayi hai…aur mera khud ka beta hi itna gira hua nikla……you cannot come back till you have apologized….aur Riddhima jab tak Armaan wapas nahin aa jata, tum apna saara samaan Armaan ke kamrey mein shift kardo…..Sid doesnot deserve a wife like you…."

Sid was upset that his dad was favoring Riddhima, instead of his beloved son….that had never happened before. Even when Sid was in the wrong, Billy had always justified his actions and protected him from every one……..he just walked out….he had to go and talk to Vivek!

Billy helped Riddhima walk to the stairs, 'beti main bahut sharminda hoon…..tum chaho tho kuch din apney papa ke yahan chali jao……Sid ko zaroor koyi badha sadma pahuncha hai…wo tabhi itna violent ho jaata hai….kaash Armaan yahan hota….wo hi Sid ko sambhal sakta hai…."

"nahin papa…main yahin rahoongi…..mujhey Sid sey koyi darr nahin…..main apni ladai khud ladoongi, aur aapki tabiyat bhi poori tarah theek nahin huyi hai……aap meri fikr mat kariye.."

Billy blessed har, "Riddhima….tum bahut samajhdaar ho…..kuch bhi problem ho, tho mere paas aa jana…."

Riddhima ran upstairs and did what Billy had suggested. She moved all her belongings to where they rightfully belonged-to Armaan's room.

She saw her phone had numerous missed calls….from the doctor and from Armaan….

She was not in a state to call Armaan back. She knew, she would breakdown, as soon as she heard his voice. He kept calling her, but she ignored his calls. She hugged the phone and started sobbing, "Armaan……I miss you so much…..please jaldi aa jao…..," she touched her tummy and felt that a part of Armaan was inside her, and no one could deny her that right!

Armaan looked outside his hotel window. It was a gloomy snowy morning in D.C. He was missing Riddhima and also worried about her.

Song in background- a beautiful song fro "Traffic signal"- "na jis din teri meri baat hoti hai"- very romantic song (inspired me to write this whole episode just to include this song!)

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-60555.html

na jis din teri meri baat hoti hai - 2
na din gujarata hai, na raat hoti hai - 2
na jis din teri meri baat hoti hai - 2

(jabse chadha hai rang tere pyaar ka
tabse milaan na ek pal karaar ka) - 2
tootata nahin hai tere khwaab ka nasha
chhutata nahi hai ??? intajaar ka
na jis din tujhse mulaakaat hoti hai - 2
hoti hai...
na din gujarata hai, na raat hoti hai - 2

dhundata rahoon main tujhe yahaan se wahaan
dekha maine tere roop ko kahaan kahaan
kahaan kahaan yahaan wahaan...
kahaan kahaan jaane kahaan...
dhundati rahoon main tujhe yahaan se wahaan
dekha maine tere roop ko kahaan kahaan
mushkil lage hai jeena tere bina
main hoon jism tera, tu hai meri jaan
na jis din tu mere saath hoti hai - 2
na din gujarata hai, na raat hoti hai
raat hoti hai...
na din gujarata hai, na raat hoti hai
na jis din teri meri baat hoti hai – 2
Edited by moonkmh.... - 11 years ago
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Posted: 11 years ago
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PART 28:

Sid drove like a mad man, thinking of what had just happened, "Riddhima ney mere saath aisa kyon kiya? Aur Armaan? Mainey hamesha usey apney bhai jaisa samjha…….wo mere saath itna badha dhokha kaise kar sakta hai? Papa bhi aaj mujhsey naaraz hain……shayad mujhey unhey sach bata dena chahiye….par unhey meri sachchaiee bhi pata chal jaayegi…..OH GOD! Ab Vivek sey hi poochna padhega……zindagi mein jab bhi mushkil aati thi, Armaan hi help karta tha, par is baar Armaan hi museebat ban gaya hai……"

[SIZE=7>AT VIVEK's HOUSE:

"Tho Sid….sacchaiee saamney aa hi gayi…..Armaan ney teri biwi ke saath…..main kya kehta tha…..un dono ko ek saath dekhkar hi main samajh gaya tha ki kuch gadbad hai……tu bahut bhola hai Sid…"

"Riddhima ney mujhey bataya tho nahin hai, par lagta aisa hi hai ki yeh bachcha Armaan ka hi hai…."

"Achcha yeh bataa, tu Riddhima sey phir bhi pyaar karta hai na?"

"Haan…..apni jaan sey bhi zyaada…"

"Tho phir tu jaakar ussey maafi maang ley"

"Maafi? Galti tho uski hai…"

"Arre yaar samajhney ki koshish kar…..tujhey maafi maangni hi padhegi, akhir tuney us par haath uthaya hai, warna wo kabhi tere paas wapas nahin aayegi….."

"Theek hai…maang loonga" Sid sulked but agreed

"Tu kehna tu usko aur uskey bachchey ko apnaa ney ke liye tayyar hai….kyonki tu usey bahut chahta hai…Armaan ka intezaam main kar doonga….OK"

"Kya karega tu Armaan ko? Mujhey koyi khoon kharaba nahin chahiye…."

"Don't worry yaar…….main usey aisi saza dilaaoonga ki saanp bhi mar jaayega aur laathi bhi nahin tootegi…..' Vivek rubbed his hands together.

Sid came back home, but could not find Riddhima anywhere. He saw Armaan's room door was shut, "RIDDHIMA! Please darwaaza kholo….please meri baat tho suno…..main tumsey maafi maangney aaya hoon…..please kholo"

Riddhima did not budge from the bed and refused to let Sid in. Sid was persistent and kept begging for forgiveness. Riddhima finally gave in and opened the door, "Sid, mujhey tumsey koyi baat nahi karni…please chaley jao"

Sid fell on his knees and folded his hands, "Please meri baat sun lo…..tum jo kahogi main karoonga….chaho tho koyi bhi saza de do, par mujhsey naaraz mat ho……main seh nahin paaunga……main tumharey bina mar jaoonga….main tumsey koyi sawaal nahin karoonga……tumhey maa ban ney ka poora adhikaar hai……main tumhey aur bachchey ko poori tarah bina koyi sawaal kiye accept kar loonga…."

Riddhima sighed, "Sid….please bachchon ki tarah behave mat karo…..mujhey tumsey koyi acceptance nahin chahiye…..just leave me alone for sometime, " she shut the door back.

Sid got up and turned around. He saw Billy standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Sid…..shukr hai tumney maafi tho maangi, par uska gussa jaayaz hai….give her some time, tumney jo kiya…wo kisi bhi aurat ke liye bahut beizzati hai……abhi tum apney kamrey mein jao…..leave her alone for a few days…."

Sid lowered his head in shame and went to his room.

[SIZE=7>NEXT DAY:

Riddhima decided to resume her day-to-day activities. She was not going to get deterred by Sid's violent act; she was even more determined to end her relationship with him and start a new life with Armaan. She would not let Armaan know about anything while he was away. As soon as he would come back, she would tell the whole world about her relationship with him. She knew it would be easy to get a divorce from Sid on grounds of non-consummation of their marriage.

Riddhima's employees were shocked to see her battered look.

"Oh…wo main kal bathroom mein fisal gayi thi……don't worry theek ho jaayegi" she lied.

Armaan called Riddhima for the umpteenth time; this time she took the call, "Hello…Riddhima? Thank God….tum kahan thi? I was worried about you jaan……are you alright?"

Riddhima tried her best to control her emotions, 'wo…Armaan…mera cell kal raat car mein hi reh gaya tha……I am sorry…," she sounded nasal, as her eyes and nose started dripping again.

"Riddhima…..kya baat hai?….tumhari awaaz bataa rahi hai kuch problem hai…" he sounded worried

Riddhima thought that even though he was thousands of miles away, he could sense that she was not herself, unlike Sid, who had never tried to understand her even after living with her for almost a year, "kuch nahin….mujhey zara sardi lag gayi hai…..I juat have a cold," she wiped her nose and lied.

"Dekho Riddhima apna dhyaan rakho…..lagta hai tum mujhey kuch zyaada hi miss kar rahi ho…" Armaan said

Riddhima could not control her self, and hung up the phone. She finally mustered some courage and dialed his phone, "sorry…line kharaab hai….Armaan tum meri chinta mat karo….I am fine"

"Accha aisa hai tho apna computer on karo…I want to see your beautiful face…"

Riddhima could not have him see her bruised face, "wo Armaan…yahan power gayi huyi hai….abhi computer on nahin kar sakti….chalo mera ek customer wait kar raha hai….Bye…I will talk to you later…" she hung up before her voice would give in.

She could not even tell him the good news about her pregnancy, "Armaan ke liye surprise rakhoongi…..jaise hi aayega tab bataa doongi…pataa nahin how he will take to this news….ya tho bahut khush hoga ya apney bhai ki wajah sey sharminda na ho….let me wait to tell him personally when he is back …" she said to herself.

[SIZE=7>NEXT FEW DAYS:

Billy noticed that Riddhima was very subdued one evening, and kept running to the bathroom every so often. He suspected, she was sick to the stomach.

"Beti…kya baat hai? Kya koyi khush khabri hai?" Billy's experienced eyes could not escape the fact, that Riddhima was probably pregnant.

Riddhima just lowered her eyes and turned red, "jee papa.."

Billy was ecstatic, "is mein chupaaney waali kaun si baat hai? Ab tho main Sid sey aur bhi naraaz hoon….aisi halat main usney tum par haath uthaya….naalayak kahin ka….aaney do usey…."

Riddhima ran upstairs, as she did not have the courage to tell Billy the truth without Armaan's support.

Billy called Sid but was unable to reach him; just then the phone rang, "Hello! Beta Armaan! Kya haal hai….yahan sab kuch theek hai…..ek khush khabri hai.."

"Accha kya baat hai? Sid ka business achcha chal raha hai?" Armaan sounded excited

"Nahin, ussey bhi zyada khushi ki baat…..Riddhima is pregnant! Tum ab chacha ban ney waaley ho!"

Armaan could not believe his ears, "Really…..Riddhima is pregnant? Yeh tho aap ney bahut achchi khabar sunaayi…..main aap sey baad mein baat karta hoon…" Armaan jumped up 2 feet in the air, he took out Riddhima's photograph from his bag and kissed it a hundred times, "Riddhima…Riddhima….Riddhima…I love you….ab samajh aaya tum mujhsey kya chupa rahi thi…..hmm itna badha raaz chupa ke rakha….koyi baat nahin…main bhi tumhey surprise doonga….I will pretend I know nothing about this…..yoo hoo!"

He called Riddhima again, "Hello jaan….kya haal hai?" he sounded unusually cheerful

Riddhima was surprised to hear him so happy, "aaj kya baat hai? Itney khush kaise ho?"

"Bas ab wapas aaney ke kuch hi din reh gaye hai na? Achcha yeh batao…tumhey kuch special chahiye hai shopping mein?"

"nahin…kuch nahin…bas tum wapas aa jao….." she smiled

"Are you sure?….kuch special nahin chahiye? Otherwise you will have to make do with my choice," he was Googling on his computer, to find baby stores in the neighborhood.

"Nahin chahiye baba….keh diya na?"

"OK…OK…I can understand your crankiness….ho jata hai….that is understandable," he hung up and picked his jacket to go shopping for his family!

Riddhima was surprised, "what does he mean ho jata hai?" she just shrugged her shoulders and resumed her work.

Armaan took a cab to the nearest toy and maternity stores. He was in seventh heaven, as this song played in the background:

"subah. Subah" from "I see U"

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-57800.html

subah subah ye kya huva
na jaane kyon ab main hawaayon mein chal raha hoon
nayi subah nayi jagah
nayi tarah se nayi dishaayon mein chal raha hoon
nayi nayi hain meri nazar ya hain nazaarein naye
yaa dekhate khwab main chal raha hoon

subah subah ye kya huva
na jaane kyon ab main hawaayon mein chal raha hoon
nayi subah nayi jagah
nayi tarah se nay nazaare main dekhata hoon
ye gungunaata huva sama, ye muskuraati fiza
jahaan ke saath main chal raha hoon
subah subah ye kya huva
na jaane kyon ab main hawaayon mein chal raha hoon

jo abhi hain usiko jilein, jo diya wo ji liya
wo nasha pi liya
kal nasha hain ek naya jo, na kiya to kya jiya
har pal ko pi ke agar dil na bhar diya
subah subah ye kya huva
na jaane kyon ab main hawaayon mein chal raha hoon
nayi subah nayi hava
nayi tarah se nayi dishaayon mein chal raha hoon

subah subah ye kya huva
na jaane kyon ab main hawaayon mein chal raha hoon
nayi subah nayi jagah
nayi tarah se nayi dishaayon mein chal raha hoon
ye gungunaata huva sama, ye muskuraati fiza
jahaan ke saath main chal raha hoon
subah subah ye kya huva
na jaane kyon ab main hawaayon mein chal raha hoon

He bought maternity clothes of all sizes from a designer maternity store, and then went to a baby store to buy toys, blankets, and other baby supplies. He had to buy a big suitcase to fit all his purchases.

He could not wait to be back and hold Riddhima in his arms…… "ab duniya kuch bhi kahe…..Riddhima ko main apnaa banaa kar hi rahoonga…chahe Chachaji aur Sid kuch bhi kahen……mera bachcha is duniya mein aane waala hai……..mera apna khoon…..my own flesh and blood…Thank you Riddhima….I love you," he took out her photograph again and showered it with kisses.

CHAPTER 29:

Armaan's flight was scheduled to arrive that evening. Riddhima could not control her excitement that day. She finished her work at the store early and made sure, she prepared Armaan's favorite dishes for dinner. She even learnt how to cook his favorite tandoori chicken, although she was a strict vegetarian.

Billy was surprised at Riddhima toiling in the kitchen. Since her pregnancy, she had not been able to cook, as the smell of spices made her really nauseous.

"Beti….aaj naukar hi banaa dega khana….tum kyon lagi ho…."

"nahin papa, aaj meri tabiyat thodi better hai…..koyi baat nahin…."

"Accha Sid keh raha tha wo kaam se seedha airport chala jaayega aur Armaan ko pick kar lega…"

Riddhima was disappointed, as she had planned on going too, but there was no way, she would ride in the same car as Sid.

She was thinking about how she would reveal the secret of her pregnancy to Armaan. She kept blushing as she thought of various ways she would break the news, and how excited he would be!

When she had finished laying the table, Billy came towards her, "beti…Sid ka phone aaya hai…wo ek meeting mein hai, aur airport nahin jaa sakega….main soch raha hoon main chala jaata hoon…."

Riddhima was thrilled, "nahin papa….aap aaram kee jiye….main chali jaati hoon….khana bhi ban gaya hai….aap ka BP bhi aaj kal thoda zyada rehta hai…..I will go…" she did not even wait to see what Billy said in return.

She changed into a beautiful yellow churidar suit and left promptly.

She was as excited as a child would be on the eve of their birthday.

She reached the airport ahead of time, and was surprised to see heavy security and police at the airport, 'pata nahin koyi VIP aa raha hoga…..mere liye tho Armaan hi sabsey badha VIP hai…"

Armaan's flight arrived on time. Riddhima saw him coming out of the customs and immigration line. She was dying to run to him and give a big welcome hug!

Armaan was barely a few yards away now, but something strange happened. A group of cops intercepted, and put a handcuff on his hands.

Armaan was perplexed and tried to reason with them, "aap ko koyi galat fahmi huyi hai…."

One of the officers looked at his clipboard, "No sir…aap Armaan Mallik hi hai na? Billy Malhotra ke bete?"

"Yes…that is right.."

"sorry….you have to come with us…you have been charged with corporate fraud and money laundering and aapkey against bahut complaints hain…..ab aap police station chal kar hi baat kar saktey hain…."

Riddhima was stunned and ran towards them, "yeh aap kya kar rahey hain? You are mistaken…..Armaan ney kuch nahin kiya…."

"Riddhima! Mainey kuch nahin kiya!" Armaan tried to defend himself.

Riddhima tried to reach for Armaan's hand, but her hand was pushed away by the cop, "madam…..please humein apna kaam karney dee jiye…..aap police station par aa sakti hain….."

Riddhima was frozen into a statue, but before she knew Armaan had been whisked away by the police and was in the police van. Armaan's luggage was also confiscated by the police.

Riddhima felt a little dizzy, and sat down on a bench. She finally mustered some courage and called Billy.

Riddhima knew she could not be weak at such a moment….."zaroor koyi galti huyi hai….mujhey himmat nahi haarni chahiye…..main khud jaati hoon police station…"

Billy had already reached the P.S. He was trying to reason with an officer, 'lekin uska jurm kya hai?"

Riddhima ran towards Billy, "P..Papa….kya huya….mere Armaan ko kyon arrest kar liya?'

Billy looked at Riddhima in surprise. He thought, "did I just hear her say mera Armaan?"

Riddhima did not pay attention to what she had just said…she could care less at this point.

The police officer finally said, "I am sorry sir…par Armaan Mallik cannot be bailed out …he borrowed a lot of money from investors for his business, but he has misused the money and used it for illegal purposes like drugs and prostitution. Being the CEO of his company, he is liable for all the money…and will stay under arrest till he is cleared of all the other charges also."

"What nonsense? Armaan kabhi aisa nahin kar sakta….main apney bete ko jaanta hoon…." Billy yelled.

Riddhima tried to reason with them too, but all their pleas fell on deaf ears. The cop finally said, "aap ek acche lawyer ka intezaam kar lee jiye….I am sorry I cannot help…this is a serious charge…."

Billy tried to reach Sid and Vivek, but they were not available, "Armaan ney tho kabhi Sid ki company mein kaam bhi nahin kiya….OH God…."

Riddhima tried to put two and two together-she was pretty sure this was a conspiracy by Vivek and Sid-she had to meet them NOW!

"Kya hum Armaan se mil saktey hain?" Riddhima asked

"Nahin madam….abhi nahin…abhi saari formalities poori karni hain…..aap 1-2 ghanety mein aa jaayie…."

Billy was a little puzzled, "beti…tum ghar jaakar aaram karo…..main aur Sid sambhal lengey….aakhir Armaan mera beta hai….tumhey aisi halat mein pareshaan nahin hona chahiye…zaroor koyi galat fahmi hai….Sid aur Vivek sey baat kar loon main…"

Riddhima just said, 'theek hai papa..," and walked out of the P.S. She drove straight to Sid's office. The office was deserted. She then found out Vivek's address from the security guard, and knocked on his door.

An inebriated Vivek answered the door, "Oh…Riddhima…aa gayi mere paas?….chalo der sey hi sahi….dekho Sid kaun aaya hai?…." Vivek turned towards Sid, who was pouring a drink for himself.

Sid smiled, "aao Riddhima…..apney Armaan ko airport lene nahin gayi?"

Riddhima clenched her teeth, "gayi thi par wahan galti sey police tumhari jagah Armaan ko apney saath ley gayi…" she looked at Vivek with the corner of her eyes.

"OH…police? Kya karein Riddhima…Armaan ko apne kiye ki saza tho milegi hi…..bechara wanted to have his cake and eat it too!" Vivek came very close to Riddhima and said gleefully. Riddhima stepped back, the alcohol in his breathe, made her nauseated.

"Sid….yeh kya mazaak hai?….tum jaantey ho Armaan ka tumhari company sey koyi lena dena nahin hai….phir kyon kar rahey ho yeh sab…wo tumhara bhai hai" she was tearful now.

"Riddhima…usney jo kiya koyi bhai nahin karta…..wo bahut gira huya hai….meri hi patni ke saath aish karta raha…..usko saza zaroor milegi!" Sid yelled.

Riddhima could not take it any more-she gave a tight slap to Sid, "tumhey tho Armaan ki pooja karni chahiye……poori zindagi tumharey liye sacrifice kiya hai usney…yahan tak apney pyaar ko bhi sacrifice kiya sirf tumhary liye.." she snapped at him

"sacrifice? Yeah right! Matlab bhi pata hai usey?"Sid held on to his cheek which was still aching from her slap.

"Sid…tho suno….main tumsey kabhi pyaar nahin karti thi….shuroo sey hi Armaan ko chaha hai mainey…..par jab Armaan ko tumhari chahat ka pata chala, usney apney pyaar ka galaa ghot kar…mujhey tumsey shaadi karney par majboor kar diya. Mainey tumhari patni ban ney ki bahut koshish ki, par tum ney kabhi pati ban kar nahin dikhaya….you were never there for me when I needed you………I am not talking about my physical needs……..a woman needs her husband to be available emotionally to her.she should feel secure and loved by him………..par batao tumney kabhi bhi koshish ki? Hamesha Armaan ko bhej diya mere paas…..hum dono pehley se hi ek doosrey ko chahtey the, tho nazdeek bhi aa gaye…..aur ab jab main uskey bachchey ki maa ban ney waali hoon, I have no desire to continue my marriage with you…UNDERSTAND!"

Sid was stunned and looked at Vivek. Vivek smirked, "Ya….ya… Riddhima….ab baar baar Sid ki aankhon mein dhool mat jhonkon…..yeh bahut bhola hai…tumhari aur Armaan ki baton mein aa jaata hai…..mere rehtey koyi Sid ka faayda nahin utha sakta…."

"Tho theek hai Sid….tum raho apney hamdard dost Vivek ke saath….mujhey hi kuch karna hoga…." She walked out of Vivek's apartment, determined to fight for her love.

Riddhima got back to the P.S. She saw Surybhan had also joined Billy and they were both engaged in a deep conversation. Shashank looked up and held out his arms for his daughter-only he knew what she would be going through-Riddhima ran to him and started sobbing in his arms. Billy was still surprised at seeing Riddhima's emotions for Armaan.

A police officer finally came out, "Mr Mallik ko aap log mil saktey hain…par sirf ek hi andar ja sakta hai…..unhoney request ki hai ki wo Ms Riddhima sey baat karengey…."

Riddhima could not have wanted anything more at that moment. Without wasting time, she accompanied the officer to meet Armaan.

Billy looked at Shashank, as if trying to figure out the meaning of this…why did Armaan ask for Riddhima? Billy had sent a message earlier to Armaan about his presence there, but Armaan chose Riddhima over everyone else.

Shashank understood Billy's confusion, "Billy….mujhey aaj bataa hi dena chahiye tumhey…" he put his arm around Billy and told him everything………

Billy then said, "tho kya yeh bachcha bhi?"
"Haan Billy…mujhey Riddhima ney kal hi batayaa ki wo pregnant hai…."


Armaan was standing in a corner of the cell, when he saw Riddhima being let in by the jailer. Riddhima looked worn out from all the tears, worries, running around, but as soon as she saw Armaan, she gave him a big smile, as if reassuring him that he need not worry…..she was going to make sure he would get justice.

The jailer left but warned them, "sirf 5 minute..madam"

Armaan would have given up anything to spend just 5 minutes with Riddhima.

Riddhima ran to Armaan and crushed him with her embrace. Armaan held on to her tightly, "Riddhima…main be kasoor hoon….."

"Main jaanti hoon….tum kabhi aisa kaam kar hi nahin saktey…."

Armaan was relieved, as he was not sure what Riddhima's response would be when she learnt about the accusations on him.

Riddhima looked up, "Armaan…hum sab tumhey jaldi hi ghar ley jaayengey….after all there has to be justice in this world…"

Armaan wiped her tears, "did anyone ever tell.."

Riddhima completed the sentence, "tell me how pathetic I look when I cry.." they both started laughing and kissed each other.

Armaan knelt down and buried his head in her tummy, "beta…ya beti…apni mom ka khayal rakhna…."

Riddhima was pleasantly surprised, "Armaan? Tumhey kisney batayaa?"

Armaan got up, "tumhey lagta hai tum itna badha raaz mujhsey chupa logi? Main sab jaanta hoon…..tumhari koyi baat mujhsey chupi nahin hai….mera samaan jab ley jao….red waala suitcase tumhara hai.."

"kya hai usmey?"

"main abhi nahin bataaoonga….khud hi dekh lena…." He kissed her lips, and then had to let her go as their 5 minutes were over. Riddhima was reluctant to leave and walked out with a heavy heart.

Song in the background

"O mere sanam" from "sangam"- just pay attention to female lyrics (Riddhima's thoughts)

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-1444.html


Aa aa, aa aa aa aa
(O mere sanam, o mere sanam
Do jism magar ek jaan hain hum
Ek dil ke do armaan hain hum) - 2
O mere sanam, o mere sanam
Tan saunp diya, man saunp diya
Kuch aur to mere paas nahin
Jo tumse hai mere hamdam
Bhagwaan se bhi voh aas nahin - 2
Jis din se hue ek duje ke
Is duniya se anjaan hain hum
Ek dil ke do armaan hain hum
O mere sanam, o mere sanam


Mere apne, apna yeh milan
Sangam hai yeh ganga jamuna ka
Jo sach hai saamne aaya hai
Jo beet gaya ek sapna tha - 2
Yeh dharti hai insaanon ki
Kuch aur nahin insaan hain hum
Ek dil ke do armaan hain hum


Riddhima walked out, wiping her tears. Billy and Shashank were waiting for her.

Billy came forward and placed his hand on Riddhima's head, "beti….main vaada karta hoon, tujhey teri khushi wapas zaroor milegi.."

Riddhima looked at Shashank, who just nodded, as if reassuring her that Billy knew everything now. Riddhima hugged Billy, "Thanks papa….mujhey maaf kar dee jiye…."

"Maafi tumhey nahin…ab Sid ko tum dono sey maangni hogi….main Armaan ke liye sab sey accha vakeel ka intezaam karoonga…."

PART 30:

As Sid drove back from Vivek's place, Riddhima's words kept echoing in his mind, "mainey kabhi tumsey pyaar nahin kiya……hamesha Armaan se hi kiya hai…….Armaan ney tumharey liye apna pyaar sacrifice…….."

Vivek's words were also fresh in his mind, "Riddhima…..Sid ko bevkoof mat banao…..Sid bahut bhola hai….." Sid stepped on his brakes and came to a halt, "Kya karoon main…..kaun sach bol raha hai…aur kaun jhooth? Riddhima ney mujhsey shaadi kyon ki? Wo jhooth bol rahi hai…..Armaan ney usey behkaa diya hai….Vivek sach bol raha hai…..Armaan deserves what he got…..wo mera bhai nahin hai…..," he started the car again.

Sid arrived home and saw Billy, Shashank and Riddhima huddled around a table, discussing something.

Sid ignored them and started climbing the stairs, when he was stopped by Billy, "SID! I need you downstairs"

Sid looked back, "Papa….main thak raha hoon…..I need to go to bed.."

"Sid, yeh waqt soney ka nahin hai….neeche aao"

Sid complied, but looked disgustingly at Riddhima and Shashank, "papa….main aap logon ki madat nahin kar sakta…Armaan ko apney kiye ki saza mil rahi hai.."

"Kaisi saza Sid?" Billy asked

"Aap Riddhima sey poonch lee jiye…."

"Sid…..Armaan aur Riddhima ka jo bhi rishta hai, uska Armaan ke case sey koyi relation nahin hai……batao Vivek ney aisa kya kiya, jo Armaan par itna badha ilzaam laga diya?"

"Main kuch nahin jaanta Papa…..please leave me alone…." Sid turned around and ran to his room.

Billy shook his head, "Armaan pehley hi kehta tha ki Vivek theek aadmi nahin hai…pata nahin mainey kyon Sid ko roka nahin,"

Billy looked up a number and dialed someone, "Hello Shabbir beta? Haan main Billy Malhotra bol raha hoon…."

NEXT DAY:

Billy, Shashank and Riddhima met with Shabbir Kumar, one of the leading lawyers in the city. Shabbir had tremendous respect for Billy, as he had judged many cases that were handled by him. Billy had seen Shabbir's skill in the court room-he knew Shabbir was an honest person, and would go out of his way to fight for justice.

Shabbir was given all the details about the case.

After the meeting finished, Shabbir shook hands with everyone, and then went up to Riddhima, "Riddhima….don't worry…Armaan mera bahut accha dost hai….he had confided to me a long time ago about you…in fact London se aaney ke baad he told me about you but also took a promise from me to never reveal his secret…..I am glad you both are together now…..he really loves you….."

Riddhima's eyes were moist, "Thanks Shabbir……Armaan is very lucky to have a friend like you…."

"Wrong…..I am your friend also….," he extended his hand in a friendly gesture. Riddhima willingly placed her hand in his, "thanks again…."

Shabbir met with Armaan after reviewing the details of the case, "yaar….tujhey buri tarah phansaaya hai Vivek ney……why did you keep signing on all those documents when you were suspicious of Vivek?"

Armaan just lowered his head, "kya bataaun…shayad Sid ko khush dekhna chahta tha…..socha wo pehli baar zindagi mein kuch ban na chahta hai…..tho main uski itni bhi help nahin kar sakta? I had no idea, Sid would let Vivek play such a dirty game with me"

"Tu jaanta hai yeh sab kyon kar rahey hain wo?"

"Nahin…"

"Well….Riddhima told me that Sid was quite upset about her pregnancy….I think that is what has triggered this act of vengeance"

"OH God…I hope wo log Riddhima ko pareshaan na karein…" Armaan buried his face in his hands.

"Riddhima itni kamzor nahin hai….she is a tough lady…." Shabbir smiled at him

"Haan…phir bhi..iss halat mein, kaun uska dhyaan rakhega?"

"Hum sab hain….tu chinta mat kar…" Shabbir picked his files and took leave, "I have a lot of work to do….see you later.."

Riddhima came to meet Armaan everyday, even if it was for a short time. She tried to not talk about the case or about Sid and Vivek. Those moments were special for them, and they just sat together arm in arm lost in each other's world. They both knew that the strength they got by being with each other, helped them face the rest of the day without much pain. The jailor had allowed Riddhima to secretly bring a special dish for Armaan everyday. He had realized how much in love Armaan and Riddhima were; he even granted them extra time on occasions.

The court hearings also started, but unfortunately Vivek had dug such a deep hole for Armaan, all the evidence went against him. Riddhima sensed that the otherwise Mr Cool Shabbir, was also giving up hope. Sid and Vivek refused to cooperate with Shabbir and in fact testified against Armaan in court.

Armaan was really hurt to see Sid speak against him, "Yes….my lord..Armaan Mallik borrowed a lot of money from various investors, and as far as I know, he used it for personal use….he has always been a womanizer and is known to spend a lot of money on them…..main usey bachpan sey jaanta hoon…..as far as the drug charges are concerned, I am not sure…but I remember in Mt Abu when my wife and I had gone for my honeymoon, and Armaan had insisted on coming with us, there was some kind of drug raid in the hotel at that time….and yes, he also had illegitimate relations with my wife….."

Armaan cringed at the last allegation….he looked at Billy and Surybhan, as if asking for forgiveness.

Riddhima turned red at that allegation. She remembered how Sid had insisted on Armaan accompany them to Mt Abu, and the drug raid was related to Shilpa…Shilpa?….she remembered seeing her with Vivek a few weeks ago……she got up and left the court hearing. She rushed to the house and went to Armaan's file cabinet.

She searched all his old bills. Fortunately, he had them organized well…she finally found his cell phone bills from the last 1 year. She went over the statements, and finally found the number she was looking for…..

"Hello…Shilpa?"

NEXT DAY:

Riddhima was able to set up a meeting with Shilpa at a coffee shop

"Shilpa…mujhey tumhari help chahiye…"

"Kyon….kya milta mujhey teri help karke?"

"tumhey jo chahiye…jitna chahiye…wo milega…."

Unfortunately, Vivek had cast his spell on Shilpa also. He had promised her that he would marry her, and they would soon leave the country. Shilpa refused to help Riddhima, "main kuch nahin jaanti……haan Armaan ke saath main kaam karti….abhi bhi milta wo mujhey kam se kam hafta mein 2 baar….bahut paise deta…."

Riddhima knew Shilpa was lying….her Armaan could never stoop that low…..she trusted him more than she trusted anyone else in this world…..getting Shilpa involved could make Armaan's case worse, she thought.

Riddhima just walked away saying, "Shilpa….mujhey aasha hai ki Vivek sach much tumsey shaadi kar ley, kyonki tum jaise log ek saath hi belong kartey ho…..good luck….main Armaan ko bekasoor saabit karkey hi chhodungi….chahey tum kitni bhi koshish kar lo!"

Riddhima went to update Shabbir about Shilpa. She found Shabbir was sitting with his hands on his head, "aao Riddhima…..bahut problem ho gayi…"

"Kya hua Shabbir?"

"Armaan ney saarey charges accept kar liye hain…"

"What? Kya keh rahey ho tum? How is that possible?" Riddhima shook Shabbir

"Aaj hi pata chala ki Malhotra&Mallik ke bank account mein bilkul cash khatam ho gaya hai….Vivek bhi available nahin hai…..saarey papers par Armaan aur Sid key hi signatures the…..Sid would have been arrested too, par Sid ko bachaaney ke liye..Armaan ney saare charges apne oopar le liye….ab main kuch nahin kar sakta…."

Riddhima could not believe here ears. She left Shabbir's office and went to the P.S.

After a lot of pleading, she was allowed to see Armaan for a few minutes. The police were in the process of transferring him to another site, as he had been proven guilty by accepting all the charges.

Riddhima entered the cell to meet, but today instead of love and tenderness in her eyes, Armaan saw anger and pain in them.

"How could you do this to me Armaan? Kya tumharey liye Sid hi sab kuch hai? Main kuch nahin? Pehley tumney mujhey karz ke roop mein usey shaadi mein tohfe ki tarah de diya…aur ab mujhey yeh saza de rahey ho….kiske liye? ……uss bhai ke liye, jisney tumhare pyaar aur sacrifice ki kuch kadar nahin ki…..jisney mujh par haath uthaaya…..tumhey is ilzaam mein phansaaya…uske liye?" Riddhima could not control her tears….she was really angry and hurt….

"Riddhima…please understand…..yadi Sid bhi arrest ho jaata hai tho chachaji aur tumharey paas koyi nahin rehta…..tumhey is waqt saharey ki zaroorat hai…"

"You are wrong Armaan! Mujhey saharey ki nahin balki ek saathi ki zaroorat hai…..meri hi galti thi ki maine ek insaan se nahin balki ek devtaa se pyaar kar baithi……nahin chahiye mujhey devtaa ka saath….mujhey ek pati chahiye jo apney pyaar ke liye poori duniya sey ladh sakta hai….good bye Armaan…..jab tumhey yaad aa jaye ki tum bhi ek insaan ho…kisi ke pati ya pita ho, tab mujhey yaad kar lena…..I am very capable of taking care of myself…I don't need you, Sid..or anyone else…." She turned around and started to leave.

Armaan grabbed her wrist from behind, "Please Riddhima…aisa mat kaho….tum jaanti ho ek bachche ke liye dono maa aur baap ka sahara kitna zaroori hota hai…."

Riddhima wiggled out of his grip, "sirf iss liye ki mere bachche ko baap ka sahara milna chahiye….main kisi bhi sadak chalney waaley ko apnaa nahin sakti….aur Sid ko…kabhi nahin!" she ran out wiping her tears.

Armaan was heartbroken, he banged his head against the wall of the cell, 'Riddhima…tum hi batao main kya karoon? Oh God…please show me the right way…"

As Riddhima left the P.S….song in background

"ye rabba" from "salaam-e-ishq"

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-57786.html

[color=blue]Pyaar hai ya saja, aai mere dil bata
tootata kyon nahi dard ka silsila
is pyaar mein hon kaise kaise imntihaan
ye pyaar likhe kaisi kaisi dastaan
ya rabba de de koi jaan bhi agar
dilbar pe ho na, dilbar pe ho na koi asar
ho ya rabba de de koi jaan bhi agar
dilbar pe ho na, dilbar pe ho na koi asar
pyaar hai ya saja, aai mere dil bata
tootata kyon nahi dard ka silsila

kaisa hai safar wafa ki manjil ka
na hai koi hal dilon ki mushkil ka
dhadkan dhadkan bikhri ranjishein
saansein saansein tooti bandishein
kahi to har lamha honton pe fariyaad hai
kisi ki duniya chaahat mein barbaad hai
ya rabba de de koi jaan bhi agar
dilbar pe ho na, dilbar pe ho na koi asar
ho ya rabba de de koi jaan bhi agar
dilbar pe ho na, dilbar pe ho na koi asar

koi na sune sisakati aanhon ko
koi na dhare tadapati baahon ko
aadhi aadhi puri khwaishein
tooti footi sab farmaaishein
kahin shak hain kahin nafrat ki deewaar hai
kahin jeet mein bhi shamil palpal haar hain
ya rabba de de koi jaan bhi agar
dilbar pe ho na, dilbar pe ho na koi asar
ho ya rabba de de koi jaan bhi agar
dilbar pe ho na, dilbar pe ho na koi asar
ho o o pyaar hai ya saja, aai mere dil bata
tootata kyon nahi dard ka silsila
ho o o o ho o o o
na poocho dard bandon se
hansi kaisi khushi kaisi
musibat sar pe rehati hain
kabhi kaisi kabhi kaisi
ho o o o... rabba, rabba ho o o ho
rabba ho o
PART 31:

Riddhima drove back home, trying to control her tears. She felt really hurt by Armaan's acceptance of all the charges against him, "mera intezaar bhi nahin kiya….mujhey bina bataaye itnaa badha kadam le liya……uski zindagi mein shayad Sid zyada importance rakhta hai……mere dil ki aur feelings ki koyi kadar nahin hai…..aisa kyon kiya Armaan?"

Riddhima reached home and found Billy, Shashank and Sid in deep conversation. Sid was sitting on the couch with his head lowered, "papa…main bahut sharminda hoon……Vivek mujhey itna badha dhoka dede ga, mujhey bilkul bhi andaaza nahin tha……aur ab Armaan ney meri wajah se itna badha jurm kabool kar liya……"

"Sid……tum ney Armaan ke saath bahut badha dhokha kiya…usney hamesha tumhari khushi hi chahi….aur tumney?" Billy spoke firmly.

They looked up as Riddhima walked in. She gave an angry look to Sid and ran upstairs. She went to Armaan's room and packed a small bag with bare essentials for herself. She saw Armaan's luggage from his trip on the floor.

"wo red suitcase tumharey liye hai…,." she remembered him saying that a few days ago

She opened the suitcase and found a lot of baby toys, supplies and maternity clothes. She started crying, "Armaan tumhey sab pataa tha……phir bhi tumney mere pyaar ko thukra kar Sid ka saath diya….nahin chahiye mujhey yeh cheezein….," she started throwing the toys around her in frustration. Sid caught one of the toys at the door, "Riddhima…please, in khilonon par gussa kyon nikaal rahi ho…..galti tho meri hai…..mujhey maaro….main tumhara gunahgaar hoon…"

Riddhima did not say anything and picked her bag, "Sid ab mera is ghar se koyi rishta nahin hai…..kal hi divorce papers bhej doongi…."

Sid put his arm out to stop her, "haan Riddhima…divorce tho hoga hi…par yahan se mat jao…..yeh ghar jitna Armaan ka hai…utna hi tumhara…."

"Armaan se mera koyi rishta nahin hai ab….wo sirf tumhara hai….," she said sarcastically

"Riddhima…..mainey bahut koshish ki ke saare ilzaam main khud accept kar loon, par Armaan maana hi nahin…..Vivek ney humein bahut dhoka diya hai….main tumsey vaada karta hoon, ki main Armaan aur tumhey mila kar hi rahoonga….Vivek ko main dhoond kar laaunga…..that is my promise…please don't leave Riddhima!"

"Sid, I am fed up of your false promises….mujhey iss ghar mein kisi par vishwas nahin hai….jis insaan ki umeed mein main yahan reh rahi thi, wo hi jab yahan nahin hai….aur ab tho 10 saal ki saza huyi hai na? Main jaa rahi hoon….," she shoved his hand away and walked downstairs.

She went up to Shashank, "papa..please chaliye, main aapkey saath jaana chahti hoon…"

Billy intervened, "beti yeh ghar hai tumhara…kahan jaa rahi ho?"

"mera iss ghar se kuch lena dena nahin hai…" she said angrily

"Beti, tunhara gussa jaayaz hai…par hum poori koshish kar rahey hain, ki Armaan ki saza kam ho jaaye…"

"sawaal kam ya zyaada saza ki nahin hai papa…sawaal insaaf ka hai…….jab Armaan khud hi insaaf ke liye ladhna nahin chahta, tho hum kya kar saktey hain….wo aap logon ke ehsaanon mein itna dabaa huya hai, ki usey aur kuch nazar aata hai…na mera pyaar, na aaney waaley bachche ka moh…..wo sirf aapka aur Sid ke liye hi jeeta hai….sorry for being so blunt, but that is a reality…pehley mujhey Sid sa shaadi karney par majboor kar diya, aur ab mujhey akele chhod diya….I would rather be a single mother than live here anymore….kaash main London airport par aapkey beton se nahin mili hoti, tho aaj meri zindagi mein itna dard nahin hota….chaliye papa.."

Shashank reassured Billy, "Billy…thode din mere paas aaney do….jab iss ka gussa shaant ho jaayega, wapas aa jaayegi…."

"Papa…..please main wapas aaney ke liye nahi jaa rahi hoon….," she picked her bag and walked out.

Sid felt really guilty and buried his face in his hands. Billy went upstairs, "beta…..yeh kya ho gaya? Kaash tum Vivek ke jaal mein nahin phansey hotey.."

NEXT FEW WEEKS:

Riddhima was successful in getting a divorce from Sid. She refused to answer any calls from him or Billy. Sid was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, like he had after his mother's death, but surprisingly he managed to come out of it on his own. He knew, this was the time for him to take responsibility and not withdraw into his shell. Billy had not been keeping well either. Armaan and Riddhima's absence was killing him inside. He felt equally guilty about Armaan's arrest, as he remembered how he had forced Armaan into helping Sid with his business.

Sid worked with Shabbir to find possible ways to get Armaan out as soon as possible. He also went on a frantic search for Vivek, but Vivek had left no trails behind. He had managed to escape with so much money, without leaving any paper trails at all…he was really cunning and a smooth operator!

Sid visited Armaan regularly and updated him about the house. He did not tell him about Riddhima leaving the house, as it would hurt him more. He reassured him that they were taking good care of her pregnancy.

"Riddhima ab bhi mujhsey naaraz hai…mujhsy milney kyon nahin aati?" Armaan asked with a husky voice.

'Aayegi Armaan….abhi uska gussa thanda ho jaaney do…"Sid tried to reassure him

Riddhima stayed busy with her boutique and took care of herself, as much as she could. She tried to distract her self from Armaan's memories, but he was always there with her…..in her thoughts, in her dreams…..inside her…..she knew she could never forget him…..she was tempted to visit him in the jail, but her ego became a hurdle…she was still wounded….she never knew if she would ever forgive him!

As Armaan and Riddhima missed each other…song in background:

"yeh bata de mujhey zindagi"

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-12526.html

ye bataa de muze jindagee
pyaar kee raah ke humasafar, kis tarah ban gaye ajanabee
ye bataa de muze jindagee
fool kyo saare murazaa gaye, kis liye buz gayee roshanee

kal jo baahon mein thee, aaur nigaahon mein thee
ab wo gamree kahaa kho gayee
naa wo andaaj hai, naa wo aawaaj hai
ab wo namree kahaa kho gayee

bewafaa tum nahee, bewafaa hum nahee
fir wo jajabaat kyo so gaye
pyaar tum ko bhee hai, pyaar hum ko bhee hai
faasale fir ye kyo ho gaye


One day when Sid was busy trying to find some information on Vivek, the dorr bell rang at his house.

"Shilpa?" she was standing at the door. Sid recognized her, as Vivek used to hang out with her a lot.

"Tum yahan kyon aayi ho? Vivek tho ab yahan nahin hai…"

"Main jaanti…" she almost sounded tearful

"kya chahiye tumhey?" Sid sounded angry, as he remembered how she was partly responsible for Armaan's arrest.
"Main andar aa sakti…..bahut zaroori kaam hai…"

"aao…."

"Vivek bahut kharaab aadmi hai sahib…"

"mujhey pataa hai…par tum kyon aayi ho yahan…"

"Wo Riddhima madam mujhsey baat karney aayi thi thode din pehley….mainey unhey kuch nahin bataaya tha…par aaj main sach sach bolti…kyonki apun ka bhi kuch imaan hai sahib…"

"Haan batao…kya pata hai tumhey?"

"Main jaanti Vivek kahan hai…kyonki wo mujhsey shaadi karney ko bola tha, par paise aatey hi bhaag gaya tha…..mujhey apun ke contacts se pata chala wo kahan hai.."

"jaldi batao….kitna paisa chahiye tumhey?"

"mujhey paisa nahin chahiye…Armaan sahib bahut shareef aadmi hai….main paise nahin legi…"

Sid smiled and nodded his head and thought, 'bechara Armaan….hum sab ney kitna zulm kiya uss par…"

"Vivek Maldives mein rehta hai! Wahan ussney bahut badha ghar banaa liya hai…"
PART 32:

Sid was thrilled to hear what Shilpa was telling him, "mujhey apney bhai log se pata chala ki Vivek aaj kal Maldives mein hai….aap ko police ko inform karna mangta…"

"Nahin Shilpa Vivek ke police mein bhi bahut contacts hain….hamein hoshiyaari se kaam lena hoga…..achha aisa karo, tum mere saath kal wahan chalo…main tumharey khaaney peeney ka sab intezaam kar doonga…par kisi ko bataana nahin….theek hai"

Sid decided to handle the manhunt for Vivek himself, as he did not trust anyone else now. The police would give him false hopes and make him go in circles, as they had done over the past few months since Armaan's arrest.

That night, he went to Billy, "papa…main kal bahut zaroori kaam se bahar jaa raha hoon….aap please apna dhyan rakhiye ga.."

Billy smiled and nodded, as he worked on the manuscript of his new book, "beta….Armaan aur Riddhima ke jaaney se yeh ghar kitna suna ho gaya hai….ab tu bhi jaa raha hai…"

"bas papa…yeh sochiye, main yeh ghar phir sey hara bhara karney ke liye hi jaa raha hoon…."

Billy blessed him, "beta…..mujhey khushi hai ki tu itna responsible ho gaya hai….bas afsos ki itni der baad…..khair best of luck….I am proud of you son!"

Sid smiled and nodded. He tried to call Riddhima to let her know that he was aware of Vivek's whereabouts, but as usual she ignored his calls. He thought, she must be quite advanced in her pregnancy by now, as it had been 6-7 months already since she left the house. May be he would give her the good news after coming back.

Sid and Shilpa left the next morning and arrived at Maldives island.

Vivek was a shrewd and cunning man; he never left any trail behind him. After searching the whole island over the next week, they found out that Vivek had escaped to Bangkok.
From then on, a cat and mouse game started between Vivek and Sid, who was accompanied by Shilpa. They traveled various countries in Asia and Europe. Billy used all his savings to fund these trips, as there was no other real source of income for their family now.

Armaan spent his time writing and painting in the jail, two talents he was unaware of he had. He had resigned to his fate of spending the next 9 years in jail, "mere safar ki shuruyaat hi jail se hui thi….aur yahin par aakar khatam bhi hogi…..pata nahin kabhi Riddhima se mulaqat hogi ya nahin….kabhi apney bachchey ka mooh dekhoonga ya nahin?"

Billy visited Armaan every so often. He did not tell him about Sid's adventures, as Sid did not want to give him false hopes yet. Billy and Shashank often met for coffee and went on long walks, but Riddhima refused to communicate with the Malhotra's. She would try to overhear the elderly gentlemen's conversations to find out about Armaan. She missed him a lot. She felt her bulging belly, and talked to her baby all the time, "beta…pata nahi aap apney papa se kabhi milogey ya nahin…par aapkey papa duniya ke sabsey achchey insaan hain…..kaash tum bhi badhe hokar unn jaise ban sako…..tumhari mama shayad itni achchi nahin hai…tabhi wo abhi tak tumharey papa ko maaf nahin kar saki…," her eyes would tear up, as she thought of Armaan.

Riddhima went into labor one day and Shashank rushed her to the hospital. She delivered a cute little boy.

"Papa…iska naam Prateek rakhna chahti hoon…aur papa issey yeh kapdey sabse pehley pehnaa deejiye," they were the clothes Armaan had purchased in the US. Riddhima had saved everything he had bought….after all he had purchased them for their baby! She wanted Prateek to feel a connection with his father, even if he was not there.

"jaanta hoon iska naam Prateek kyon hai?…..kyonki yeh tumharey aur Armaan ke pyaar ka prateek hai….hai na?"

Riddhima lowered her eyes and nodded

"beti….ab tho becharey ko maaf kar do….kam se kam jail mein usey yeh khush khabri tho mil jaaye ki wo ek pita ban gaya hai…..kyon naaraz ho abhi tak?"

Riddhima's eyes became moist, but before she could say anything, she saw Billy and Sid at the door.

"Beti….congratulations! Hum jaante hain tum hum sab se naaraz ho…par apney pothey ko dekhe bina raha nahin gaya….," Billy came in and picked Prateek in his arms, "rang tho bilkul apni maa par gaya hai….par aankhein bilkul hamare Armaan jaisi hain…kyon Sid?"

Sid smiled and came forward, "ale…ale….chacha ke paas nahin aayega?"

Riddhima was stunned to hear that from Sid's mouth. She was beginning to realize that they were after all her baby's family now……her family, even if she did not see eye to eye with them anymore. How she wished Armaan was there today. He would be so proud to hold his son in his arms. She would give up anything to see that sight.

"Sid…," she said in a husky voice, "Armaan ko bataa diya?"

This was the first time in months that Riddhima had spoken to Sid.

"Nahin bhabhi abhi nahi….tumhari permission ke bina nahin…"

Riddhima smiled through her tears, she could not believe that Sid had just addressed her as "bhabhi"

"wo tho Armaan ka haq hai….please usey ek photo de aana Prateek ki…."

"Tum nahin jaaogi kya bhabhi?"

Riddhima just lowered her eyes and kept quiet.

Sid took Prateek's photo to Armaan. That was Armaan's happiest moment in a long time, "yeh bataa Sid…wo kiskey jaisa dikhta hai….I hope Riddhima jaisa ho dekhney mein bhi aur zindagi mein bhi…..bilkul straightforward, clean hearted like her….kabhi apney mann ki baat kisi sey naa chupaay…aur pyaar bhi kare tho itni gehraayi sey ki doosra insaan khud hi usmey doob jaaye…aur kinarey par aaney ki koshish bhi na karey…," Armaan said philosophically.

"Arre…yaar tu tho kavi ban gaya…yeh tho main karta tha…..mainey tho sab chhod di, but you are too good!" Sid marveled at Armaan's poetic skills.

"Oh…wo…kya karoon khaali dimmag kuch tho karega hi…."

"Achcha kavi logon ka khaali dimaag hota hai?" Sid chided back

"maine aisa nahin kaha…." The brothers fought like young boys after a long time.

"yaar Armaan….mujhey tujhsey ek shikayat hai….bachpan mein jab hum dono ko ek hi khilona pasand aata tha, tho tu jhooth bolkar ki tujhey pasand nahin hai…mujhey de deta tha…kyon karta tha aisa…..yadi tuney hamesha apni pasand ke liye mujhsey ladhai ki hoti, tho aaj hum iss mushkil mein nahin hotey….kyon nahin mujhsey cheena wo khilona jo tujhey pasand aata tha…kyon Armaan?"

"Sid…..kabhi kabhi doosron ko khush karney mein hi zyaada khushi milti hai…."

"Oh God Armaan! Kab sudhrega tu? …chal main chalta hoon, aur koshish karta hoon tujhey Prateek ki aur photos laaney ki…"

Riddhima became more receptive to Billy and Sid coming home and hanging out with Prateek. She would indirectly ask about Armaan from Sid, "Prateek ki photos de di na?"

"kisko?" Sid would pretend ignorance

Riddhima rolled her eyes, "Sid!"

"Haan…haan sab dikha di….ek baar please usey mila lao na…."

Riddhima just turned around and left without answering that question.

When Sid was not visiting and playing with Prateek, he was usually out with Shilpa, trying to figure out Vivek's whereabouts. They had managed to collect enough evidence against him by now. They finally took all the evidence to Shabbir, who managed to set an appointment with the chief of Police one day. The chief of police was an honest man, and was impressed with all the evidence. He was convinced that Vivek was the culprit and Armaan was a victim of his conspiracy.

"Hum aaj hi Interpol ki help se Vivek ki search mein nikal jaayengey, but I assure you Armaan would be a free man by next week"

Sid, Shabbir and Shilpa celebrated that night, but kept it a secret from every one else, as they wanted to surprise them. Sid was specially looking forward to surprise Riddhima, "Riddhima….I hope I can redeem myself in your eyes…..main tumharey khoye huye pal tho nahin lauta sakoonga par umeed hai ki aaney wala har pal sunhera hoga….," he smiled to himself as he thought about it.

AFTER ONE WEEK:

Riddhima was playing with Prateek, who was about 6 months old now, when she heard the doorbell ring.

"Kaun hai is waqt?," it was still early in the morning.

"Hi bhabhi…." Sid stood at the door, " tum mere saath Prateek ko lekar chalo please…"

"abhi? Lekin abhi tho Prateek ka nahaaney ka time hai…phir mujhey boutique bhi jaana hai…"

"Please…chalo….tumhey Prateek ki kasam…."Sid pleaded

Shashank came out, "kahan jaana hai beta? Main chalta hoon…"

"Nahin uncle….aap teeno ko aana hoga…issi waqt….."

Riddhima reluctantly agreed, "chaliye papa….ab Prateek ki kasam dilayee hai tho…."

Riddhima, Shashank and Prateek went with Sid in his car.

Riddhima recognized where they were, "Sid yahan kyon laaye ho hamein? Maine kaha tha tumhey main yahan wapas kabhi nahin aaoongi…." She sounded upset at being outside the Malhotra home.

Sid just got off and held the door open for Riddhima and Prateek, "please andar chalo….tum chaaho tho 5 minute mein wapas ja sakti ho….par andar tho aao.."

Riddhima walked in holding Prateek in her arms. She remembered the first day she had come to the threshold of this house as a new bride….and now she had a baby, but was no longer anyone's bride!

As soon as she entered, the house, she saw someone's back……she instantly recognized him…..she could probably recognize every part of him even if it was pitch dark.

Armaan turned around and looked at her with moist eyes. He came forward and held out his arms for Prateek. Prateek was in general a friendly baby, but his eyes lit up at Armaan's sight…there was an instant connection…..Prateek put his arms out and went into Armaan's arms effortlessly.

Shashank, Billy and Sid all left the three of them alone in the living room.
PART 33:

Armaan held Prateek in his arms; he showered him with kisses and gave him a tight hug. Prateek seemed to enjoy that display of affection and giggled loudly. He blew raspberries on Armaan's face. Armaan enjoyed getting showered with Prateek's drool on his face. He then wiggled his nose against Prateek's nose, the little boy laughed loudly and patted his little palms on Armaan's face. Armaan kissed his palms and pretended he was going to gobble them up. Riddhima's heart melted at the sight of father and son bonding so effortlessly.

Armaan looked at Riddhima and came close to her. His eyes were moist, but he had a smile on his face, "Riddhima…tumhara Armaan ap poori tarah tumhara hone aa gaya hai…..ab aadha adhoora nahin…..main poora tumhara hi hoon….."

Riddhima could not control her tears, and buried her face in his chest, "Armaan…tum mujhsey door gaye hi kab the…..," she whispered

"Tho phir itni badhi saza kyon di mujhey….itney din tumhey dekh bhi nahin paaya….na baat kar paaya…." Armaan held Riddhima and Prateek tightly in his arms.

"shayad yeh meri hi kamzori thi Armaan…..tumhara pyaar main kisi sey baantna nahin chahti thi…..par tumney yeh dikha diya hai ki pyaar baantney se kam nahin aur zyaada ho jaata hai…..ab dekho Sid ko…. kitna badal gaya hai……yeh sab tumharey pyaar se hi hua hai….."

Armaan kissed her head and kept stroking her hair. They stood there as a threesome for a long time, till Sid came in, "cough….cough……kya family reunion hai….camera kahan hai mera?"

Armaan and Riddhima looked up, wiping their tears.

"sorry Sid…..tumhey dekha nahin…" Armaan said

"I know I know…..ab Riddhima aur Prateek mil gaye hain tho main kya cheez hoon…" Sid chided

Armaan and Riddhima laughed and walked towards him.

"Sid…thanks for everything…..tumney jo kiya hai hamare liye….main kabhi nahin bhoolungi…"Riddhima said

"Bhabhi….main itna bhi kamzor nahin hoon ki apney bhai ki sabsay badhi khushi usey wapas na doon…." Sid patted Armaan's shoulder.

"Chalo bahi….bahar mandap saj gaya hai…abhi tak yahin ho tum log?" Billy walked in

"Mandap?" Armaan and Riddhima said simultaneously

"Haan bhai…aaj do do shaadiyan hain ghar mein…aur tum log tayyar bhi nahin ho…" Billy said with a sense of urgency

Shashank also walked in, 'Riddhima beta jaldi tayyar ho…."

"Yeh do shaadiyan hain kiski?" Riddhima asked innocently

"Mere dono beton ki…." Billy said proudly

Riddhima looked surprisingly at Armaan, "Armaan…..jail mein hi koyi dhoond li kya?"

"Dhoond tho bahut pehley hi li thi, par ab shaadi ke jail mein hamesha ke liye qaid hone jaa raha hoon…" Armaan put his arm around Riddhima.

Riddhima understood and lowered her eyes, "lekin inn kapdon mein?"

"Bhabhi…aap apney kamrey mein tho jaaiye….saare sawaalon ka jawaab mil jaayega…" Sid said

"Aur Sid….tum kis sey shaadi kar rahey ho?"

"Kyon bhabhi…jealosy ho rahi hai?" Sid winked at Armaan and they gave each other a high five.

"wo surprise hai…." Sid said and ran upstairs to get ready himself.

Riddhima handed Prateek to Shashank and went upstairs to Armaan's room. The room was beautifully decorated for a newly wedded couple with flowers and garlands, "Armaan…yeh pehley se plan kiya tha sab? Yadi main shaadi se inkaar kar deti tho?"

Armaan locked the door and came close to Riddhima. He circled his arms around her waist and looked into her eyes, "tho tumhey tab tak nahin chhodta jab tak tum haan nahin kehti…."

"Tho haan ke baad chhod do gey kya?" she whispered

"Haan ke baad aur zor se pakad loonga…" Armaan squeezed her petite frame into his arms and kissed her lips passionately, "tho bolo…haan ki naa…."

Riddhima smiled mischievously, "jab dono taraf se pakad mein aa gayi hoon….tho kya farak padhta hai?"

They hugged each other and kissed again, 'Oh Riddhima, I missed you so much….."

"Me too…" she kissed him back

They heard the shahnai music playing louder in the backyard, "Armaan…lagta hai shaadi karni hi padhegi…"

"Hmm….shaadi ke kuch benefits tho hain…" Armaan contemplated

"Jaise?"

"Jaise….suhaag raat…phir honeymoon….phir aur bachche….phir…"

Riddhima placed her hand on his lips, "bas yahin ruk jao…kahin poori cricket team na khadi kar do….."

She freed herself from his hold and took the beautiful lehnga and jewelry on the bed chosen by Sid and Billy, "main bathroom mein change karney jaati hoon…tum bhi tayyar ho jao…"

"Main bhi aata hoon tumharey saath…"

"No way!….ab baaki…shaadi ke baad…" Riddhima locked the bathroom door and went to change into her bride's costume.

THE WEDDINGS:

Riddhima looked ethereal in her peach colored lehnga and matching jewelry. Armaan wore a cream colored sherwaani and looked like a prince

Sid wore a blue sherwaani and his bride, Shilpa wore a red lehnga. Riddhima was startled to see Shilpa.

"Armaan…Shilpa?" Riddhima whispered when they were seated in the mandap, waiting for the priest to start his rituals.

"Haan….Shilpa….uski wajah sey hi main jail se bahar aa saka hoon….aur ab wo maa bhi ban ney waali hai…"

Riddhima was shocked, "kya kaha? maa?"

"Hmm…Sid ke bachche ki…." Armaan whispered softly

"Lekin…"

"wo shayad tumsey darta tha!" Armaan joked

Riddhima gave him an angry stare, "KYA MATLAB?" she whispered loud enough for all the people seated around them to overhear.

"Shh…shhh…zyaada baat mat karo…warna panditji sochengey kisi aur seedhi saadhi ladki ko baitha dete hain…." Armaan put his finger on his lips and gestured.

The weddings were over after all the rituals and ceremonies were performed. Billy had invited some of his ex colleagues and other friends for the celebration. Riddhima and Armaan took blessings from both Shashank and Billy after the ceremonies were over. The guests were served a variety of dishes and praised the two couples.

Riddhima finally went to Shilpa and Sid, "mubarak ho aap dono ko….aapki zindagi mein ab aur khushi bhi aaney waali hai…"

Sid nodded, "Thanks bhabhi….ab Prateek ko ek chota bhai ye bahen ki kami nahin hogi…."

"mujhey bhi chachi bulaane wala koyi hoga ab.."

Riddhima and Sid did not say anything else, but they both understood what she meant…..Riddhima was never meant to be the mother of Sid's child…..just a chachi.

Shilpa finally spoke, "Riddhima….main bahut lucky hoon mujhey Sid jaisa pati mila hai…..shayad issi liye bhagwan ney hum sab ko pehley Mt Abu mein milwaaya tha.."

Riddhima was surprised at Shilpa's accent, 'Shilpa…wo bambaiya bhasha…"

"Mere saath itney din rahi hai na….sab bhool gayi hai…" Sid smiled and put his arm around Shilpa

"ae…ae aisi baat nahin baba….mein chahti tho ab bhi waise bolti…par tere high society waale tujhey nikaal dengey…." Shilpa laughed and spoke in her tapori accent. Riddhima and Sid also joined in the laughter.

Armaan caught up with the jovial trio, 'hmm…kya baat hai…bahut hansi mazaak ho raha hai…ab kya mujhey permission milegi ki main apni legally wedded wife ko thodi der borrow kar sakoon?…"

"zaroor…zaroor….i would not mind at all.." Sid walked away with Shilpa to another corner, needing some privacy himself

"Tho Riddhima….suhaag raat yahin garden mein manaa ni hai kya?" Armaan asked impatiently

"Abhi nahin Armaan….abhi Prateek ka feed ka time hai…..thodi der mein…OK"

Riddhima walked away and took Prateek from Shashank's arms

"Beti…aaj Prateek mere saath reh lega…."

"Par papa…aaj tak wo mere bina nahin raha hai…"

Armaan came from behind, "Prateek ko hum hi rakhengey papa…..aakhir ab tho aadat banaani hi padhegi…," he winked at Riddhima

Riddhima pinched Armaan's waist and whispered, 'kuch bhi bol dete ho….sharam nahin aati…"

"tum sey hi seekha hoon besharam hona tho…" Armaan said mischievously and took Prateek into his arms.

SUHAAG RAAT:

After Riddhima had put Prateek to sleep in his crib, she went and sat on the bed like a coy bride. She sat with her head lowered and her ghoonghat covering her head and face.

Armaan entered the room softly, not wanting to wake Prateek up. He looked around everywhere, as if looking for something. He finally came and sat next to Riddhima. Riddhima stayed quiet in her ghoonghat, but was getting impatient. Armaan then finally lifted her ghoonghat and peeked inside, "Naa…this is not my girl!"

Riddhima was furious. She was getting claustrophobic in the ghoonghat as it is, and Armaan was in mood to joke around. She threw her ghoonghat away from her head, "kya kaha? Not my girl…tho kaun hai tumhari girl?"

"My girl cannot stay quiet for such a long time….tum tho itni der se chup baithi thi…"

Riddhima blushed, "kyon? Nayee dulhan ko sharam nahin aa sakti kya?"

"Aa sakti hai…par ek aur baat hai…my girl doesnot wear so many accessories on her…she does not need all this…," he said softly as he toucjed her heavy earings and nose ring.

"Main dikhata hoon tumhey…..meri patni kaisi honi chahiye….," he kissed her forehead and removed the teeka fron her forehead. He then kissed her nose and gently unscrewed her nose ring. Riddhima closed her eyes, as her heart was beating fast now. Sweat beads were covering her forehead.

Armaan then kissed behind her ears and then her ear lobs. He removed her earrings.

He moved down to her neck and then put his hand behind her neck to unsnap the heavy necklace and kissed behind her neck. Riddhima moaned in pleasure and rested her head on the pillow.

He kissed her arms and removed one bangle at a time, kissing her arms as he did that. She was still wearing the bracelets, he had gifted her during the karva chauth.
He moved down to her feet and removed her payal. Riddhima could not take it anymore, "Armaan…..please bas karo…"

He moved up to her hair and removed the hairpins one by one, till her natural hair was loose and spread around her face. He kissed her face…then her lips. Riddhima circled her arms around his neck and they were both locked into a sacred union once more, this time as husband and wife………

Riddhima woke up in the middle of the night to check on Prateek. He was fast asleep in his new home with a smile on his face. Riddhima found herself entangled with Armaan's body inside the sheets. She rested her head on Armaan's chest, "Armaan…so gaye kya?"

"Nahin….kuch soch raha tha…" Armaan put his arm around her.

"Kya?" she asked


"yahi ki jab main pehli baar tumsey baggage claim par milaa tha…tum mujhey itni naazuk si, delicate si ladki lagi thi, jisey har kadam par shayad saharey ki zaroorat ho…..par ab jab tum ko jaanta hoon…tho pata chala ki tum kitni mazboot ho…kitni strong ho….kitni sahan shakti hai tum mein…...very different from my first impression about you…..no wonder they say don't judge a book by it's cover!" he kissed her again, as their bodies disappeared into the sheets one more time….

Song in background: "baahon ke darmiyan' from "khamoshi"

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-991.html

Baahon ke darmiyaan do pyaar mil rahe hain
Baahon ke darmiyaan do pyaar mil rahe hain
Jaane kya bole mann dole sunke badan
Dhadkan bani zubaan

Baahon ke darmiyaan do pyaar mil rahe hain
Jaane kya bole mann dole sunke badan
Dhadkan bani zubaan
Baahon ke darmiyaan

Khulte badn hote labhon ki ye ankahi
Khulte badn hote labhon ki ye ankahi
Mujhse keh rahi hai ki badhne de bekhudi
Mil yoon ki daud jaayein nas nas mein bijliyaan

Baahon ke darmiyaan do pyaar mil rahe hain
Jaane kya bole mann dole sunke badan
Dhadkan bani zubaan
Baahon ke darmiyaan

Aasmaan ko bhi ye haseen raaz hai pasand
Aasmaan ko bhi ye haseen raaz hai pasand
Uljhi uljhi saanson ki aawaaz hai pasand
Moti luta rahi hai saawan ki badliyaan

Baahon ke darmiyaan do pyaar mil rahe hain
Baahon ke darmiyaan do pyaar mil rahe hain
Jaane kya bole mann dole sunke badan
Dhadkan bani zubaan
Baahon ke darmiyaan .


The end…..




Edited by moonkmh.... - 11 years ago
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Armaan Mallik lives in Mumbai (India) and is 25 years old. He is a poet/singer/composer and also a painter. Basically he is an artist, who sees art and beauty in everything nature has to offer. He is a dreamer, is still single and strongly believes that his dream girl or his 'pari' will appear out of nowhere in his life and he would be swept off his feet the moment he sees her. He is extremely well read- articulate in Urdu, Hindi, Gujarati and English. He is a very sensitive and respectful towards elders and women. He prides in his culture and religion. He has an image of his dream girl in his mind- she would be an Indian, traditional, very beautiful, coy, sensitive, caring and respectful! Needless to say that Armaan himself is a very tall and handsome man, often mistaken for a movie star, especially with a name like Mallik!


Riddhima Gupta lives in Chicago, USA. She is 21, only child of her parents, and is a Junior in college at the University of Illinois. She is the only daughter of Indian immigrant parents. She has always been in awe of the American way of life. She despises anything Indian-whether it is the language, the culture, the food, the people and has no desire to visit her parent's homeland. The last time she visited India was when she was 14, but since then has shown no desire to go back there. She is very disrespectful towards her parents and culture. Riddhima herself has been blessed with extreme beauty; she is slim, fair, and petite, with thick long hair, light brown eyes, thick eye lashes and LOADS OF ATTITUDE!




THEIR FAMILIES (brief introduction)


Billy Mallik:


He is Armaan's father. He is a famous diamond merchant in Mumbai and has the famous 'Mallik Jewelers' store in Mumbai, and now with branches in New Delhi, Ahmedabad, Chennai and Calcutta. He is a very religious and generous man and loves his family a lot. He has two sons, Rahul Mallik and Armaan Mallik, and one daughter, Aaliyah Mallik.
Naina Mallik:

She is Billy's wife. Naina is a very kind hearted lady who dotes on all her three kids. Armaan, being the younger son has always been the apple of her eye. She is a full time stay at home mom and wife.
Rahul Mallik:

He is 28, and the older of the two sons. He works with his dad and helps manage their diamond business. He is married to Muskaan



Aaliyah Mallik: She is 21 and the youngest sibling of the Mallik clan.



Shashank & Padma Gupta:


Riddhima's parents. Shashank Gupta is a hard working man, who had immigrated to the US 25 years ago. He had migrated from a small village in Gujarat in search of a better life. Like many Gujarati immigrants in the US, he runs a motel business and is content at being a member of the coveted 'Gupta Motel Community.'


Padma is a God fearing lady who is very traditional and helps her husband with his motel business. She is very 'Gujju' at heart; still speaks in a thick accent, cooks Gujju dishes, wears saris, sings bhajans, and a very active member of the Gujarati samaj of Chicago.


Shashank and Padma live in a small 4 bedroom suburban house in Chicago; most of their neighbors are also Gujarati. Essentially they still live in Gujarat even though they are thousands of miles away from India.


OTHER CHARACTERS:


Arohi: Daughter of Billy's best friend and is being considered as a prospective bride for our hero, Armaan Mallik.




Arjun: He is in college with Arohi and secretly in love with her. He is hesitant to express himself as he hails from a poor family.




Rest of the characters will be introduced as the story progresses.

PART 1:

CHARACTER INTRO PG 5


CHICAGO: MID OCTOBER



"Mom…I need to leave now….I will miss the train otherwise!" Riddhima protested as Padma carried a puja thaali to her, "deekra….today is the last day of Navratri….at least take the Prasad and teeka."


Riddhima rolled her eyes, "Oh mom! Please no teeka…..my friends think I am a member of some god forsaken cult or something….and just a little prasad…..I hate these pedha thingies."


"Riddhima! Please don't insult God….I know you don't respect your parents….but please bhagwaan Ram nu tho aadar karu chu," Padma requested.


"Gosh! Now don't give me that emotional crap! OK…whatever….just do it….and just touch the teeka lightly…..don't dig it in like a tattoo….it took me 5 days to get rid of that red color from my forehead last time…..next time I might need a whiteout or something," Riddhima sighed impatiently.


"Ok baba!" Padma barely touched her finger to Riddhima's forehead and gave her a tiny piece of the Indian mithai to which Riddhima made a disgusting face as if it was poison.


"Deekra….garba maa aau chu aaj?" Padma asked expectantly


"NO AAU CHU!" Riddhima yelled, "I told you mom…no Garba for me….I know why you want me to go there….just so you can hook me up to some good for nothing Gupta-Desai kinda boy, who dreams of owning a Motel or a gas pump one day…sorry mom….not interested….and you know I have two left feet…..could never do the garba before….and not interested in learning it now…so don't you even try to convince me today….I am outta here," Riddhima picked her purse and jerked her head. She was dressed in designer low cut jeans, sleeveless top, high heels, a stylish bracelet and hoop earrings.



"Deekra….it is cold outside….you know Chicago weather….wear your jacket at least," Padma pulled out Riddhima's down jacket from the closet.

"Mom! Please not that old jacket…I have one in my dorm…I will wear it to class….but let me go now," Riddhima opened the door to leave but was greeted by a gush of cold wind which almost threw her off balance.

"See….i told you….pehen le Riddhima….otherwise you will get sick," Padma put the thick down purple jacket around Riddhima's shoulders. Riddhima hated that jacket. Her parents had purchased it for her 16th birthday to keep her warm in the Chicago winter, but it was sooo out of fashion and nerdy looking that Riddhima could not imagine even her puppy (if she had one) wearing that.


Riddhima decided to not argue; she thought, "well…may be I will take it away from home and dump it somewhere forever." "Ok mom…..I will take it," she took the jacket and walked out.


As she shivered her way to the train station, she clutched on to the jacket to absorb some of its warmth. She tried to cover her face as it was quite chilly, "yuck!" She peeled the jacket away from her face, "smells like curry….Jesus!….That is why I hate staying at home even one night….I smell like a freaking Indian restaurant next morning!" she could not stand the smell any longer and threw the jacket away in the closest dumpster.


She had missed her train; that meant she had to stand in the freezing temperature for another 15 minutes till the next train was due. She would rather die of cold than smell like the Mistress of Spices all day!



MUMBAI: EID CELEBRATIONS



The Mallik household was abuzz with celebration and activity that evening. Visitors, friends and family had been lining up all day to wish the Mallik family 'Eid Mubarak.'

"Bhaijaan….meri Eidi kahan hai?" Aaliyah stretched her hand in front of Rahul.

"Aa gayi na matlab ke time bhaijaan ke paas!" Rahul chided with her playfully, "yeh le…..aaj hi designer ke yahan se aaya hai," he handed a beautiful box to his little sister.

"Kya hai?" Aaliya asked excitedly, "arre waah….kitna sunder ha bhaijaan!" she took out the beautiful diamond bracelet and admired it, "shukriya bhaijaan….it is beautiful….I love it….…Eid Mubarak bhaijaan," she hugged Rahul and kissed his cheek, "ab Armaan bhai ke paas jaati hoon…dekhti hoon wo kya laaye hain," and ran to Armaan's room.

Armaan was strumming something on his guitar and had it hooked to his new Mac computer. He looked dashing in his blue sherwani, specially tailored for him this Eid.

"Eid Mubarak bhaijaan!" Aaliyah barged into his room.

"sshh….recording kar raha hoon," Armaan whispered and shushed her. He saw Aaliyah sulk, "Ok meri choti behen….no recording right now," he got up and hugged her, "Eid Mubarak."

"Meri Eidi?" Aaliyah hugged him back and stretched her hand.

"Hmmm?" Armaan put his hand in both pockets, "mere paas tho kuch nahin hai Aaliyah….yeh tho problem ho gayi….ab kya karein?"

"Bhaijaan!" Aaliyah whined, "Rahul bhai harr saal mujhey kuch badhi cheez dete hain…..aur ek aap hain….kanjoos makkhi choos!"


Armaan grinned and walked to his closet. He pulled out a wrapped gift, "aur yeh kya hai?"


Aaliyah was surprised, "kya hai bhai jaan?" she took the gift and unwrapped it. She was blown away, "bhaijaan….meri painting? Kab banaayi aapne?"


Armaan just shrugged his shoulders, "shayad jab tum ammi ki kokh mein thi?"



Aaliyah hit him playfully, "bhaijaan! Aap bhi mazaak karne mein kum nahin hain….achha bataaiye kaun sa gaana tayaar kar rahe hain? Koi romantic gaana hai? Kisi ladki ke liye?"



Armaan blushed a little, "gaana tho romantic hai….lekin ladki abhi mili nahin hai."

"Bhaijaan….pata hai ammi aur abbu aapka rishta Arohi ke saath karna chaah rahe hain…..kyun uske liye hai gaana?" Aaliyah asked


"Aaliyah," Armaan became a little serious, "Arohi yakeenan achhi ladki hai….par…par," he paused.


"Par wo uski pari nahin hai!" Rahul walked in, "hamare majnu saheb ko jeeti jaagti ladki kabhie pasanad aa sakti hai bhala? Wo tho aasmaan ki pari ka intezaar kar rahe hain…kyun Armaan miya?"



"Nahin…nahin bhaijaan….aisi koi baat nahin hai," Armaan stuttered.

"Haan bhai ….humney bhi yahi suna hai Armaan bhai," Muskaan, Rahul's wife walked in, "aakhir kya kharaabi hai hamari Arohi mein? Meri phoophi ki ladki hai."

"Nahin bhabhi…wo baat nahin hai," Armaan lowered his head.


"Main tho mazaak kar rahi thi….achha apna naya gaana sunao….maine chupke se thoda suna tha…bahut pyaara gaana hai," Muskaan smiled.

"Sunaiye na bhaijaan," Aaliyah whined again.

"Yahan nahin…..bahar…sab mehmaano ke saamne," Rahul ordered.

Armaan had no choice; he picked his guitar and lyrics and walked out into the living room.

There were a number of visitors in the house, "aao mere bachhon….aao sab se mil lo," Naina smiled and introduced her kids to all the visitors. Everyone wished each other 'Eid Mubarak,' and hugged each other. Naina offered sweets and mithai to everyone, "yeh aaj khaas sewaiyyan hamari khaalajaan ne banaayi hain."

"Armaan beta…..zara idhar tho aa," Naina called for her younger son.

"Jee Ammi," an obedient Armaan walked to his mother.

"Zara aaj Adi Hasan sahib aur unki beti Arohi se zaroor mil lena….wo khaas tujh se milne aa rahe hain yahan," Naina requested.


"Theek hai ammi," Armaan nodded, although he knew why he was being asked to meet Arohi. She was a nice girl, but Armaan was not attracted to her the way he imagined he would be when he met the girl of his dreams; but respectful that he was, he could not refuse his mother's request.

"Eid Mubarak Arohi….eid Mubarak Adi chachu," Armaan wished his guests. Shehnawaz was busy with Adi Hasan and was pleased to see Armaan walk towards them.

"Eid Mubarak!" Adi Hasan hugged Armaan as Arohi just stood shyly on the side. Arohi had been reluctant to come to the Mallik's for Eid as she was more interested in meeting her college friends for Eid, but she knew her father would get upset if she refused.


"Ok…ab hamare Armaan bhai….aap sab logon ke liye ek naya gaana sunaayenge….yeh unhone khaas apni sapno ki rajkumari ke liye likha hai…kyun Armaan?" Rahul teased his younger brother.


Arohi stiffened at that comment; she knew her parents and Mallik uncle had been talking about her marriage with Armaan, but how could she tell them she was NOT interested- that she loved someone else, even though she was not sure he loved her too?



Armaan sat down on the sofa with his guitar and started strumming. He sang in his soft, romantic and melodious voice- a voice which could melt any woman's heart, weaken anyone's knees…..

"Pari" from "sawaariya"



http://www.indicine.com/movies/bollywood/pari-saawariya/


Tum tum dare dum tum — 2
Arhe ek din aasman se pari aayegi
Heeyy laut ke phir na waapas kabhi jayegi
Arhe uski kamoshi aahat ko sunta hun mein
Raat din, har ghadi
Lamha Lamha intezar hai usika
heyye ek din aasman se pari aayegi

Phoolon se woh aashna kalion se hogi narm woh
Dehkunga jab mein use mujshe karegi sharm woh
Sharma ke naazuk adhaa se
Ghabra ke behaki haya se
Zulfo ki bheegi ghata se heeeyyee
hoton ki sehemi sadaa se


Meri dil pe qayamat se woh wootayegi
Heeyyee ek din aasman se pari aayegi
Heeyyhey laut ke phir na waapas kabhi jayegi
Arhe uski kamoshi aahat ko sunta hun mein
Raat din, har ghadi
Lamha Lamha intezar hai usika
(Chahat ki chunar saajake
heeyheey
Kwabon ki mehandi rachake
heeyheey heey


Nazroo ke nazdeen aake
ooo
In phaslo ko mitake
huunnhunnn
Woh tho lamhe tere pyaar ki
Layegi, aayegi) Chorous
Heeyyee ek din aasman se pari aayegi


"Wah bahi wah!"
"subhaan allah!"
"kya baat hai!"

The guests applauded his performance.

"Armaan miya…kahan hai yeh pari aapki?" someone asked.
"Aasman se utar kar kab aa rahi hai?"
"Kya yahin kahin hai….ya saat samunder paar hai?" everyone teased him as he walked back to his room with his guitar, all red with embarrassment.




BACK IN CHICAGO: AT THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS CAMPUS-



"Hey Deb….sorry sweety I am late," Riddhima walked into her classroom; still numb and chapped from the cold air outside, "so are we on tonight?"

"Hey Ridz….we almost gave up on you…of course….we are…..I am looking forward to the Led Zep concert….they are still the best…so you have a date?" Deb asked.

"I am sure I will have no problem finding one," Riddhima winked at her and settled in her chair.


PART 2:

"Hi Riddhima! Where are you girl? I have been trying to reach you since morning," Hinna, Riddhima's best friend, was finally able to reach her that evening.


Hinna and Riddhima had lived in the same neighborhood since they were 7 years of age. They attended the same High School and were now both at The University of Illinois undergraduate program. Hinna's family was originally from Hyderbad, India, but she like Riddhima was born and brought up in the US. Even though Riddhima hated being associated with 'desis,' there was something about Hinna that drew Riddhima to this Muslim friend of hers. They were complete opposites, but it had always been Hinna, who had helped Riddhima in times of need.


Riddhima's parents adored Hinna, and Riddhima could always use Hinna as an excuse for anything or everything she did- whether it was late night movies, dates with boys, attending parties- as far as Riddhima's parents knew, Riddhima was with Hinna!

"Oh c'mon Hinna! Are you trying to be my mom? My cell was out of charge…what's up?" Riddhima chewed on her gum and answered. Riddhima was getting ready for the concert while talking to Hinna on the phone.


"Did you miss me in class today?" Hinna asked


"Oh yeah! Where were you? I was going to call you," Riddhima lied as she had not even noticed Hinna's absence. She had been too absorbed thinking about the concert this evening and trying to arrange for a date. Although Riddhima had a habit of gloating about her 'dates,' she seldom went out on single dates. Since High school, she had always gone out with friends in a group. Even if it was a date with another guy, there were always other people in the group too. She just didn't want her friends to think she was 'uncool.' Deb, who had always been a Queen Bee in High school and now even in college, had recently become Riddhima's friend, and now that Riddhima was hanging out with the 'in crowd,' she did not want to ruin her reputation.


After classes were over, she had rushed to ask her good friends, Jake and Dan to accompany her for the concert, but so far she had had no luck. Deb had sensed Riddhima's problem, and rescued her by inviting her boy friend's best friend with them.



"Liar! Today is Eid….you were supposed to come home and wish us all…..mom has a gift for you too," Hinna scolded her.


"Eid? Oops….me bad….sorry sweety….forgot all about it….lots of work….next year I will come for sure," Riddhima spoke with her phone resting between her ear and shoulder as she put on her boots, "Ahhh…there you go," she exclaimed as the boots finally made it into her feet.


"Are you getting ready to go somewhere?" Hinna asked, "is it a party?" she felt offended.


"Uh….Uh….well…it is a concert…..Deb was insisting…..otherwise I would have come to your house for Eid," Riddhima said guiltily. There was something earnest about Hinna, which made it hard for Riddhima to lie to her best friend.


"Yeah right! I know your priorities sweety….that's fine…..enjoy your concert…..but guess what?" Hinna said.


"What?" Riddhima put the phone on speaker as she applied her makeup.

"Ranbir's parents want us to get married over this Christmas break," Hinna sounded really excited.


"Get outta here! You are getting married this December? In two months? That's freaky….you are not even 22…..why the hurry?" Riddhima pursed her lips after applying her lipstick.


"You know we have been dating since high school…..he will start his MBA next fall….so we would rather get married soon and enjoy some time before he gets all busy with school again," Hinna said.



"You can always enjoy without getting married girl," Riddhima put her new green contact lenses in her eyes and spoke, "wow SEXXXY!!" she admired herself in the mirror.



"What? No we cannot have sex without getting married," Hinna was aghast on hearing Riddhima's reply.



"No, I wasn't talking about you…..I know you are too desi and old fashioned…..may be that is why you wanna get married now," Riddhima brushed her hair for the 10th time and admired herself in the mirror.



"Whatever Riddhima! You know my views on this pre marital stuff…..but you have to promise me one thing," Hinna said.



"What? That I don't have sex till I get married?" Riddhima chuckled and mocked at her friend, "sorry sweety…..that ain't gonna happen…..because I am not going to be a virgin when I get married…..that is so clich…..so desi….can't stand these desi double standards…..they preach the Kama sutra to the world and then expect a chaste and virgin bride…..how pretentious and hypocritical!"


"Kriiipaah! You are just crazy…..any ways….you and I can never agree on some things…..so just drop it…..I just want you to promise me that you will attend my wedding," Hinna sighed.



"Of course I will," Riddhima put on her red suede jacket and smiled. She thought it really went well with her short black leather skirt.


"In Mumbai…right?" Hinna asked



"What? Mumbai?" Riddhima was horrified, "why Mumbai? You both live here…..then why go all the way to India?"


"Because Ranbir's family lives in Mumbai….and they want the wedding to take place there…..we will have a reception when we get back to the US," Hinna explained.

"Then count me out….I will just attend your reception in the US," Riddhima picked her new Loius Vuitton handbag and admired herself one more time- "Am I hot or what?"


"I WILL NEVER TALK TO YOU THEN!" Hinna said angrily


"Really?" Riddhima teased her, "Great…..mommy # 2 will not nag me anymore."



"Riddhima! You can't be serious….if you don't attend my wedding, I will not get married," Hinna said sternly.

"Naaa….you love Ranbir more than you love me…..you will never do that," Riddhima laughed.



"Do YOU love ME?" Hinna asked tearfully. Riddhima heard her friend's voice choking; she felt bad for Hinna. She knew Hinna really cared for her, "Fine…go ahead and emotionally blackmail me….I will come…..but right now I gotta go."

"Do you have a date?" Hinna asked.


"I had a lot of options but nothing too interesting……you know I would rather be single than have a boring guy with me," Riddhima raised her eyebrows and applied more mascara to highlight her green eyes!

"Liar…liar…pants on fire…..it means you don't have a date….I know you Riddhima," Hinna chuckled.



"Jake was too busy helping his sister move…..Dan had another date….so it's just me, Deb, her boyfriend, Josh and some guy who is Josh's friend…..I have never met him…..but I guess he is my blind date….that sounds exotic….doesn't it? See ya…..bye Eid mubarak to you and your family," Riddhima hung up and left her dorm room.


Hinna just shook her head as she hung up, "I hope Riddhima doesn't get into trouble one of these days…..she is such a rebel…..unfortunately a rebel without a cause…..I really hope she finds someone nice and caring one day…phew!"


Josh and Deb picked Riddhima in his new Ford Mustang. Josh was a senior at their college and had been going steady with Deb for over 2 years. Josh's dad was a rich Investment Banker and gifted his son a new car every year. Josh was essentially a nice guy, but loved to party and have a great time. He loved hanging out with Deb's friends especially Riddhima, as he was fascinated by 'exotic' and 'ethnic' women. Josh's family was originally from Argentina- his blue eyes, dark hair and tall stature made women swoon over him. Riddhima had always been in awe of Josh too, but she kept her distance from him as he was one of Deb's boy friend.


Riddhima got into the back seat and noticed another man, "Hi…I am Peter," he extended his hand to shake hers. Riddhima noticed his blue eyes in the dark, blonde hair with brown highlights and tanned look made him look like Brad Pitt for a second. She gasped and became a little sub conscious about herself.


She could not ruin this evening by making Peter know she was Indian; white guys considered desi girls too uptight and not fun loving, "I am Tanya….you could call me Tanii!" and shook his hand. Deb and Josh looked behind and grinned. They knew Riddhima was trying to hide her identity again. Deb and Josh found it weird that Riddhima often changed her identity in front of strangers as she did not want them to know she was of Indian origin. They had never understood that aspect of Riddhima's personality; she was otherwise a sweet girl, but why was she so insecure about herself? Josh was proud of his Argentinean heritage and Deb, even though the Queen Bee in college, always wished she was 'different' from her blonde, blue eyed friends.


"Tanii? Nice name….are you Indian though?" Peter asked.

"No way!" she answered hurriedly, "I am Tanii Guptalino! My grandfather was Sicilian….Sicilians can be mistaken for Indians sometimes," she clarified.


"Guptalino? Never heard that last name before," Peter remarked.

"Yeah…it is a rare last name…..from the interiors of some Sicilian village," Riddhima chuckled and looked away as she spoke lie after lie. Deb tried her best to suppress her laughter.

"Ahh….you are probably right…..I wish you were Indian though," he grinned.

Riddhima was stunned, "Why? What is so fascinating about Indians?"

"I don't know," Peter shrugged his shoulders, "I guess I have never dated an Indian girl….just wanna try how that feels."

Riddhima cursed herself; she had just lost the opportunity of a life time to date Brad Pitt himself!


The four of them had a great time at the rock concert. Peter was a perfect gentleman. He bought drinks for Riddhima and kept her company while Josh and Deb smooched and necked each other in a corner after consuming a few drinks.


They all went dancing at a local club after the concert. Riddhima was happy that she did not stay at home any longer; there were no more curfews, no more restrictions on when she could come home. Even Hinna was not there to remind her that it was too late to be out; sometimes Hinna could be a pain in the neck- thank god for Eid tonight!



Afterwards, Deb and Josh disappeared in Josh's car, "Hey guys….we are off….do you need a ride? Or would you take a cab?"



A normally nonchalant and 'cool' Riddhima was frightened; yes she would love to be alone with her 'Brad Pitt,' but why was she getting scared then?



"Don't worry guys….I will drop Tanii to her dorm….we will just take a cab…Bye guys….had a great time," Peter waved at Deb and Josh.



Riddhima's heart beat rapidly as they drove towards her dorm. Peter had his arm around her and talked to her about college, friends, movies….just general stuff. By the end of the cab ride, Riddhima was a little more relaxed. Surprisingly, Peter did not make any moves to kiss or caress her like she feared he might when they were alone in the cab. A part of her really wanted him to, but somewhere inside she was relieved that he didn't…….confused Riddhima….that is how she had been all her life…….she was too Indian when she was with Americans…..and too American when she was amongst Indians…..who was she really?



"Bye Tanii!" Peter kissed her cheeks as he dropped her off, "by the way…..I love your OM you are wearing….isn't that a Hindu religious symbol?"



Riddhima was taken aback; she had worn her OM pendant all her life- this was her gift from her deceased nani and she held it close to her as she felt connected to her dear nani through that. Peter must have noticed it while they were dancing. What if he found out she had been lying about her heritage all this time?

"Well….yeah…I guess….I just picked it at the jewelry store the other day….it looked cool," she smiled.



"Yes it is," he winked at her and sat in the cab, "Bye Riddhima Gupta!" he waved as the cab took off, leaving an open-jawed, stunned Riddhima behind.



MUMBAI: MORNING AFTER EID



"Armaan beta…idhar tho aa zara," Naina called Armaan to her room after breakfast.

"Haan ammi…kya baat hai?" Armaan walked into his mom's room

"Achha bataa…tujhey Arohi kaisi lagi?" Naina looked at him expectantly

Armaan just lowered his head, "wo ammi….abhi main usey jaanta nahin….abhi kuch keh nahin sakta," how could he tell his mom that Arohi just did not stir his heart the way he expected his first love would?

"Beta….waise tho bachpan se jaanta hai…..khair…..ab kai saalon se mila nahin na usey…..aaj aisa kar usey lunch par kahin le jaa…..jaan pehchaan badhegi tabhie tho tu faisla kar paayega…..hum nahin chaahte ki tu zabardasti kisi rishtey mein padhe….lekin Arohi se achhi ladki bhi kahin nahin milegi," Naina said affectionately.

"Theek hai ammi," Armaan agreed; she was probably right- he had to give her a fair chance before rejecting her; after all she was abbu's best friend's daughter.

Armaan and Arohi met at a Chinese restaurant for lunch. Arohi left college a little early after she received Armaan's call, but was not too thrilled about meeting him. She really wanted to attend the student council meeting this afternoon as Arjun was supposed to give a speech to all the students. Arjun was an active member of the student body and had won a place in Arohi's heart since her first day of college. He was a final year student now. Arohi had a feeling that Arjun was attracted to her too, but besides exchanging eye-locks, they had not said a single word to each other yet.

The lunch was a tedious, boring affair for both of them. Arohi dreamt about her Arjun the whole time, whereas Armaan hummed and composed lyrics to his new song in his mind. They both knew in their minds that this alliance was not going to work……they were just fulfilling a formality to please their parents.
PART 3:

RECAP: The lunch was a tedious, boring affair for both of them. Arohi dreamt about her Arjun the whole time, whereas Armaan hummed and composed lyrics for his new song in his mind. They both knew in their hearts that this alliance was not going to work……they were just fulfilling a formality to please their parents.



"Armaan….aap mujhey college chhod denge?" Arohi asked politely


"Haan….haan zaroor Arohi….yeh tho mera farz hai," Armaan replied as he paid the tip to the waiter, "aap college mein B.A. kar rahi hain na?"



"Jee….main psychology mein major kar rahi hoon…..suna hai aap shayari aur geet likhte hain…..aur painting bhi?" Arohi asked.



"Bas….aise hi shaukiya….filhaal tho bas apni manzil dhoondh raha hoon….bekaar hoon," Armaan chuckled.



"Manzil? Kisi ka intezaar hai aapko?" Arohi giggled, "kisi pari ka?" she teased him.



Armaan turned red, "aap…aap….wo sabki baaton ka yakeen mat kariye Arohi…..wo tho Rahul bhai aur bhabhi mujhey chhedte rehte hain."



"Yeh mera college aa gaya," Arohi pointed him to stop. As soon as she got off, she saw Arjun walking out of the student council building. Her color drained and heart stopped at his sight; Arjun paused and looked in her direction. He saw Armaan stepping out of his BMW; that was enough of a cue for Arjun- he looked away and continued to walk. Armaan noticed the dismay on Arohi's face, "aap jaanti hain usey?"



Arohi lowered her head, "haan….wo Arjun hain……wo hamare college ke student body ke president hain…aaj unki speech thi lunch time par….aur main…main," she hesitated.



"Aur aap na chaahte huye bhi mere saath lunch par thi?" Armaan smiled


"Nahin…aisi baat nahin hai Armaan….main tho Arjun ko jaanti bhi nahin," Arohi defended herself.



"Tho phir mujhey hi jaan pehchaan karwaani padhegi aap dono ki," Armaan locked his car, "chaliye."



"Yeh aap kya keh rahe hain?" Arohi was a little bashful- how did Armaan know what she felt?



"Aag dono taraf baraabar hai Arohi…..mujhey aapke saath dekh kar Arjun miya ka chehra aise utra jaise kisi bacche ke haath se kisi ne chaand cheen liya ho….chaliye….kahin der na ho jaaye," Armaan walked ahead and caught up with Arjun.



"Arjun! Arjun!" Armaan called out his name. Arjun turned around, a little surprised by the unknown voice calling his name, "jee? Aapki taareef?'


"Hamari tareef tho bahut log karte hain…..lekin aapki tareef ek khubsoorat ladki baar baar karti hai," Armaan extended his hand, "Armaan…Armaan Mallik."


Arjun shook Armaan's hand, "jee main samjha nahin," he looked confused and saw Arohi standing behind Armaan with her eyes lowered.



"Arohi…..yeh hain Arjun…..aur Arjun….yeh hain Arohi," Armaan stepped away and introduced the two silent lovers to each other, "main ab chalta hoon…..mujhey kuch kaam hai…..allah haafis," Armaan grinned and noticed that Arjun and Arohi were lost in each other's eyes. Armaan walked back to his car and looked behind; there was no doubt in his mind now- Arjun and Arohi were deeply in love with each other.




Armaan recited this sher to himself as he saw the two lovers finally talk to each other:



'Zubaan khaamosh hoti hai, nazar se kaam hota hai
Isi pal ka zamaane mein mohabbat naam hota hai
Badal jaate hai sab aasaar jab yeh pyaar hota hai
Bina bole hi chaahat ka haseen izhaar hota hai'


Armaan sighed and drove back, "kaash aisa haseen din meri zindagi mein bhi jaldi aaye."


NEXT DAY IN CHICAGO:


"Riddhima! Riddhima!" Hinna banged on Riddhima's dorm door.


"Gosh! Who the hell is it?" Riddhima rubbed her eyes and looked at her alarm clock, "10 O'clock!" She jumped out of bed and ran to the door, "Hinna? Is it 10 in the morning?"


"Yes my dear….where were you? Didn't see you in the American history class this morning….so I decided to check on you, " Hinna walked in.



"Oh geez! Hinna…..can you stop babysitting me? Big deal if I missed a class this morning….you know I don't care about my GPA as much as you do," Riddhima yawned.



"Yes sweety…..I know you don't…..but guess what…..GPA is important…..probably more important than introducing yourself as Tanii Guptalino to a stranger!" Hinna scoffed.


Riddhima was taken aback, "who told you? Deb?"


"No dear…..you just need to step into the campus and you'll know that Ms Tanii Guptalino is the talk of the town! You are the popular Sicilian everyone wants to meet," Hinna grinned.


Riddhima was a little embarrassed, "c'mon Hinna….it was just for fun…..am I not allowed to have fun once in a while?"



"Sure you are…..but why do you have to freakin lie every time? If you think people think you are cool….sorry sweety….far from it….people make fun of you," Hinna said, "I am tired of defending you…..you better have a good explanation for your Sicilian act….see ya in class….bye," Hinna left Riddhima's room. Riddhima thought about what Hinna had just said, "Hinna is just envious of me…..she has never been out that late with non desis…..no wonder she wants me to become like her," Riddhima picked her clothes and went to shower.


Hinna and Riddhima shared a bitter-sweet relationship. They were the best of friends but at times would fight or say the nastiest things to each other. Hinna was the only person who knew the 'real' Riddhima. Hinna loved Riddhima like her sister and had accepted her best friend the way she was- with all her flaws. At a deeper level, Hinna knew that Riddhima was a compassionate, kind and helpful person. There had been several incidents since childhood, when Riddhima had taken care of Hinna when she needed someone- whether she was down with Mono for 2 weeks, or distraught after her dear grandmother passed away- it was always Riddhima who had helped her out of doldrums.




So why were these two friends so different from each other- one so secure about her heritage and identity and the other so anti-desi and insecure?


Riddhima's childhood:


Riddhima was born in the US and spent the first five years of her life at home with her stay at home mom. Riddhima was fluent in Gujarati and loved dressing up like her mother in salwar kameez/lehnga, wear bangles, bindis, go for garba during navratri, watch Bollywood movies with her parents and their friends. She was a gujju girl who lived in suburban Chicago. Riddhima was a pleaser and wanted to please her parents and their friends from an early age.



Then she started Kindergarten! In those days, her parents lived in a majority white suburb as it was close to their motel. The first day of Kindergarten came as a rude shock for Riddhima. She was used to seeing brown skinned people most of the time- the temple, the navratri festivals, the social parties her parents attended mostly had people like her. She barely even went out to the malls and grocery stores as her dad usually shopped for them. Padma was scared to drive on the roads, so stayed home most of the time. They watched Indian TV, ate Indian food, hosted Indian families, talked in their language, and if they went shopping as a family- it was usually on Devon street (Devon street is like Jackson heights of NY- desi hub for stores and restaurants). The only time Riddhima saw a white skinned person was when she went out for a bike ride with her father or to the park with her mother.




Amongst the gujju crowd, Riddhima was considered a very beautiful child as she was very fair. Her 'gora' complexion made her the center of attraction amongst her desi group.




But when she started kindergarten, she was the minority in her class. Barring another African American child, everyone else was blonde and blue eyed. No one paid attention to her; they all spoke in accented English, ate sandwiches, chicken nuggets and chips for lunch, carried cool 'Hello kitty' or 'superman' lunch boxes, wore fancy tennis shoes. Riddhima on the other hand spoke broken English in a gujju accent; her spicy Indian lunch spread an unusual aroma in the lunch room attracting curious glares from her classmates, her old 'made in India' stainless steel tiffin was mocked by her classmates as 'the girl with the mirror lunch box,' they could all stick out their tongues and laugh at their reflection in the box. Her 'Bata' shoes purchased by her parents during their last India trip were too 'plain' and 'uncool.'




Riddhima felt like an alien in her class. She started hating school at an early age and would have a temper tantrum every morning. Her parents tried to console and reassure her, "beta…we are Indians…..they are Americans…..don't try to copy them…..we are what we are……you should be happy that you have home cooked food everyday…..look your shoes are made of the best leather….your lunch box will last forever…..don't worry you will learn English like them in a few months…." Her parents tried their best, but with time Riddhima started hating who she was and what she had…..even her name. She was Riddhima at home and amongst her desi friends, but her white classmates and teacher could never say her name right- KHRIPHA, KHRRRIPA…..someone even mocked at her name as 'CREEP….CREEPY……YUCK!!!'




Riddhima soon became a follower and a pleaser. She started doing and pleasing her white friends by doing their odd jobs, just to stay in their good books, "Hey creepy….can you give me your pencil? Throw this in the trash for me……do my math homework for me……give me your crayons creepy!"




The final blow came in 1 st grade, when she tried to join a group of girls in a simple game of hop-scotch.


"Can I join you?" she asked innocently



"Ahh...NO BROWN SKINNED PEOPLE in this game," a bully declared. Riddhima was very hurt; she had always considered herself 'white' and 'fair' but it is then she realized that however hard she tried; she could never be one of them. The only way she could become like them was by disowning and dissociating herself from everything desi. She insisted on taking junky lunchables and McDonalds for lunch, wanted Nikes for her birthday, did not want her mother to show up at school in her sari or salwaar kameez- and if she did, she would just look away as if she did not know who her mom was.




Padma and Shashank became concerned about Riddhima's behavior. Padma, meanwhile, had some gynecological problem and had to undergo a surgery which made her incapable of having anymore kids. At that point, both Padma and Shashank decided to move to another neighborhood where there were more minorities and diversity in the schools.




They moved to Skokie, another suburb of Chicago where a lot of desis and non white people lived. It is here that Riddhima met Hinna. Hinna took a liking for Riddhima from the first day they met in 2 nd grade. Initially, Riddhima dissociated herself from Hinna and other desi girls, but there was something about Hinna, which drew Riddhima closer to Hinna. Soon they became good friends, but Riddhima still tried to hang out with the white crowd and blindly follow them everywhere just to be 'cool' or 'in.' She learnt to lie and boast in front of them just so she would get more attention from them.




Hinna, on the other hand was very proud of her Indian and Muslim heritage and never tried to please anyone. She had good desi and white friends alike; she was equally comfortable in both groups, unlike her best friend Riddhima who changed colors depending on whom she hung out with.




Riddhima was a total brat at home. Her parents did everything to please their little princess, but nothing seemed to work for Riddhima. Gradually, she started detesting her language, her traditions, her food and her parent's friends.


The last time she visited India was at the age of 14. Since then she had pledged she would never go back. Her parents hailed from the interiors of Gujarat and had a large family there. Riddhima hated being the 'American cousin'. Everyone treated her differently; they laughed at her American accent, touched and caressed her clothes, her flawless skin, whispered amongst themselves when she passed by, danced to Bollywood songs at cousin Mita's wedding while Riddhima just watched, sang Hindi movie songs which she could not understand- it was as if she were an ALIEN!




She was an alien in America, and an alien in India…….was there a place on this planet which she could claim as her own….a place where she could be herself…….where she was just Riddhima and not 'Khripah' or 'the American cousin????'




Her parent's tried to enroll her in Bharatnatyam classes in Skokie, but she insisted on learning Jazz and tap. They enrolled her in Hindi and Gujarati classes at the local temple, but she just doodled on her books; she heard about the Sunday church classes her white friends went to and pretended she was at her Sunday church when she was at the temple, so she could tell her friends.


Riddhima got interested in boys when she was in 9th grade; she started dressing up attractively and applying makeup to her father's horror. There were long sessions of arguments every morning before she went to school, but she always managed to win each round of discussion. Her parents were too simple and had practically given up on their bratty daughter. Their only comfort was Hinna. As long as Hinna was with Riddhima, they knew Riddhima would not do anything foolish.




A number of desi boys showed interest in going out with Riddhima in school, but she ignored them and tried to please the gora boys. Interestingly, she would get a lot of leads from the white boys too, but when it came to going out for a movie or to the mall with them all alone, she would chicken out. She did not mind going in a group, but something inside her made her reject the one-on-one date offers.


So yes, Riddhima fits the stereotype of ABCD very well. Not all kids end up like her….it was probably a combination of factors for her which made her like this. One can't blame her parents or her…..it is probably the environment she grew up in and her own personality which made her who she is.




Let us see how she will change and become a confident, secure person with time…

How she will become an AMERICAN BORN CONFIDENT DESI FROM AMERICAN BORN CONFUSED DESI??

PART 4:

CHICAGO:


Riddhima walked towards the college campus after getting ready. She was a little apprehensive about facing the other students after Hinna's warning. She decided to face them confidently; was she not allowed to play pranks once in a while?


"Hey Tanii….how are you?" she was greeted by one of her classmates.


"Guptalino…..Riddhimallino……Trombollino," another student spoke in an Italian accent as she walked by. Riddhima was furious now; why did Deb have to tell everyone? She thought Deb was a good friend, then why was she doing this to her? She had memories of her kindergarten students making fun of her name once again.



"Deb!" Riddhima sat next to her in the lecture hall, "why the hell did you have to tell everyone about last night?"



"There you are…. Ms Tanii Guptalino!" Deb chuckled, "c'mon sweety….it was damn cute…..I never knew you are so funny….Josh and I laughed all night…..so did Peter call you?"



"Of course NOT! He probably thinks I am a liar. He knew my real name all along…..why did he not tell me before," Riddhima clenched her teeth in frustration.



"He checked your purse when you were in the rest room at the club….sorry sweety….I tried to stop him but he was just too curious," Deb shrugged her shoulders.


"Well what's done is done…..but why did you have to tell everyone? I thought you are my friend," Riddhima asked angrily.


"Yes, I am your friend darling…..but Josh and I find it so silly when you try to pretend you are someone else…..what is so bad about being an Indian?" Deb asked.



No white person had ever asked her that question. Riddhima was stumped; did she really have a reason or answer to that question.



"I…I am….proud of my heritage…..who…who said I don't wanna be an Indian?" Riddhima fumbled, "I was just kiddin' around," she rolled her eyes to hide her embarrassment, "guys….can't you ever take a practical joke…..I thought you have a better sense of humor."



Deb grinned and remained silent; she had seen Riddhima behave awkwardly many times before- whenever they bumped into a group of Asian students, Riddhima had a habit of staring through them and not acknowledge their presence, Riddhima made faces when they all went out to eat Indian food and pretend as if she did not recognize the names of the dishes, she would turn down a lot of dates from other Asian boys, "Ugh! Who would want to date an Indian guy? They are so dorky!" Deb and Josh had never been able to explain this idiosyncrasy about Riddhima; they were good friends with Hinna and few other South East Asian girls- none of them belittled their heritage and culture as much as Riddhima did.



After their class, Riddhima walked out alone. She was still in a foul mood after the whole Sicilian fiasco.


"Hey Riddhima!" a voice called her from behind. It was Peter.



"Hi!" Riddhima waved half heartedly; she was ashamed of facing him after last night.


"Hey….I was just passing by….I was hoping to see you…..just wanted to tell you that I had a great time with you last night," Peter came closer.



"Really?" she looked up at the six foot, blonde, blue eyed, lean handsome man in front of him.



"Yeah! Can we grab a cup of coffee?" he asked.



"Sure….there is a caf nearby….we can get a bite to eat….I have not eaten all morning," Riddhima relaxed a little.


"Great! I am parked right outside….let's ride together," he suggested.


At the caf, they ordered coffee and Danish.



"Riddhima…..I love your name," Peter's statement took her by surprise.

"You are not teasing me …..are you?" she chuckled.



"No way! I love Indian names….Indian people…..Indian culture…..I love everything about India," he smiled.



"I am an American Peter…..I am not Indian," she corrected him.


"Well of course I know that……but you are INDIAN….aren't you?" he asked.



"I guess….but how does that matter? I could be Greek, Italian, African……whatever……why do you see me as an Indian and not just an American?" she asked.


"Because there is something special about Indians…..I don't know what……but that whole South East Asian area fascinates me…..I would love to go there one day," Peter said excitedly.



Riddhima was pleasantly surprised, "I am going to India soon."


"Really? When?" he asked enthusiastically

"Hinna is getting married in December…..she wants me to go with her….she is a good friend of mine," Riddhima explained.



"Wow! I would love to go with you," his eyes brightened up, "you can show me around…..be my guide there……..what better way to go than with someone who knows that country…..the language….the traditions," his deep blue eyes looked at her expectantly.



Riddhima was too embarrassed to say that she was as alien to her parental home as Peter was, but she did not want to make a fool of herself once again. Peter was the quintessential all American guy; women would die to even have a date with him and he wanted to accompany her all the way to India- there was no way she could dishearten him.



"Yeah! That's a great idea…..you could even attend a wedding there," she finished her coffee and wiped her lips with a napkin.



"I would love to see some Yoga asshrrams too…..I have been learning yoga for the last year or so…..would love to see the land where it all originated….i am sure you would know where to go," he said.



"Me? I have no idea….I am sure we can google it," she said.

"I want to see some temples too……and learn about the Indian religions…..hey you have to give me a 101 on Hinduism….after all you are a Hindu," his blue eyes smiled as he looked at her.



Riddhima was completely baffled now- she barely knew the names of the Gods her mom prayed to everyday, how could she give him a 101 on Hinduism? She remembered the Hinduism classes they attended at the temple every Sunday, but Riddhima had never paid attention to what the teachers preached. Riddhima had a lot of homework to do over the next couple of months- she would do anything for this gorgeous white guy who was interested in HER! Or was he just intrigued by her as she was from India?


That evening, Riddhima called her mom- a rare phenomenon- as it was always the other way round.



"Mom…..can I come home this weekend?" Riddhima asked



Padma was in seventh heaven, "zaroor deekra…..ismein poonchne ki kya baat hai? Yeh tho tera ghar hai…..jab aana chaahe aa sakti hai."

Riddhima rolled her eyes, "Mom….please don't give me all those cheesy dialogues……I just want to come home for Diwali puja."


"Sorry deekra…..diwali is weekend nahin hai deekra……but you come home…..we will do puja anyways," Padma could do anything to have her daughter home.

Riddhima sat down at her computer and googled various web sites on Indian tourism, Hinduism, yoga ashrams……she was a good student when she wanted to be, and could memorize the thickest of textbooks……these 2 months she would have to work a little harder and memorize her 'culture.'




MUMBAI:

"Wo……wo aapki speech kaisi rahi aaj?" Arohi finally broke their eye lock session after Armaan had made their introductions.

"Oh..wo….wo….main," Arjun finally came out of a trance, "aapke bina adhoori si reh gayi kuch," he gazed into her eyes. Arohi blushed and lowered her eyes, "wo..wo Armaan mere abbu ke dost ke bte hain…..hamare beech aisa kuch nahin hai jaisa…jaisa shayad aap soch rahe hain Arjun."

"Maine tho aisa kuch bhi nahin socha……yeh tho aapki galat fehmi hai," Arjun teased her.

Arohi turned red from embarrassment, "oh…wo….mujhey Armaan ke saath dekh kar kahin aapko laga ho ki hum……."

"Jaise aapko mere saath dekh kar koi soch raha ho ki hamare beech bhi kuch chal raha hai?" Arjun smiled and asked.

Arohi blushed and covered her face with her dupatta, dropping her purse in the process.


They both bent over to pick the purse. As they picked the purse, their hands brushed against each other, sending a spark between them. They gazed into each other's eyes and at that point knew that even though they had just been introduced a few moments ago, they knew each other from eternity.



Please enjoy this beautiful VM on Arohi-Arjun thanks to desigurlpride
PART 5:

Hinna walked into Riddhima's dorm room one evening and saw her friend surrounded by various books and magazines on India, Hinduism and Yoga. Dressed in her pajamas, feet up on the bed, with her thick reading glasses on, Hinna almost thought she was in the wrong room. Lately, Riddhima had become extremely fashion conscious and would rather die than be caught in such a state.



"Wow Riddhima……are you taking a class on Indian History or something?" Hinna asked as she scanned the books and laptop on her desk.


"Hey," Riddhima sighed and took a deep breath, "no….just getting ready for your wedding."

"Get outta here Riddhima….you would never go this far for me or my wedding…..tell me what's cooking?" Hinna chuckled.

Riddhima shut her laptop and took off her glasses, "Peter wants to go with me to India."

"Peter? Oh Josh's friend…….who went out with you the other night?" Hinna asked.

"Yeah!" Riddhima nodded

"Wow….looks like he is interested in you," Hinna clapped her hands, "but will your parents allow this?"



"Of course he is interested in ME….why else would he want to go with me?" Riddhima rolled her eyes arrogantly, "Hinna…if you are unaware….I am 21 and can take my own decisions…..I don't need my parent's consent."



"Riddhima! Going away with a guy like this IS a big deal…..it would be a big deal for any American parent too……after all you will be away with this man for an extended period of time…..my parent's would kill me!" Hinna was horror-struck.


"You are such an obedient little mama's girl," Riddhima teased her friend, "Peter is a nice guy…he is genuinely interested in learning about India and it's culture…..and he is gorgeous….every woman's dream," Riddhima sighed delightfully.


Hinna pondered over what Riddhima had just said, "maybe it is not such a bad idea….hmmm….Peter wants to learn about India and Riddhima wants to be his teacher…..hey this might work."



"So….what do you think dear?" Riddhima asked Hinna.

"I think it would be great! I will make sure we make some arrangements for Peter to stay at my phoophi's house too," Hinna said.

"Your phoophi? Is that where I will stay too?" Riddhima asked.




"Of course you will…..My phoophi and phoophaji are very well off….they have a mansion in Mumbai….and their daughter, Arohi is our age……it would be great fun!" Hinna said excitedly.


"Whatever Hinna….I don't care where I stay as long as Peter is happy……we will probably take a 2 week tour of India after your wedding," Riddhima got up and stacked away the books and magazines.

"Can I meet Peter?" Hinna asked.


"Sure…..we are having breakfast tomorrow morning…..just to go over the details of our trip…..yeah why don't you join us," Riddhima agreed.

Hinna was pleased to meet Peter; he seemed like a polite, well-mannered guy but her gut feel told her that he was more interested in India than his companion. As Peter paid the bill for the breakfast, Hinna noticed something in his wallet. She was reassured that Peter would be the right guy to accompany Riddhima on the trip- she could even convince Padma aunty and Shashank uncle now.


That weekend, Riddhima and Hinna visited the Guptas at their home. To Padma's surprise, Riddhima ate all the Indian food without scrunching her nose, and even accompanied her mom for the traditional evening arti and puja, she had seen her mom perform for as long as she could remember.



Padma was pleasantly surprised at the sudden change in her daughter, but soon found the real motivation behind this sudden interest in her culture.

"Kya kaha? Ek anjaan gore aadmi ke saath tu 3 weeks ke liye India jaayegi?" Padma was stunned and asked Riddhima in Gujarati.

"Mom! Why are you and dad so old fashioned? Are you afraid …I might do some hanky panky while I am away with Peter? I could be doing all that in my dorm room…..and I am 21 now…..not a baby anymore…..I can take my own decisions….and that means I get to decide who and when I sleep with!" Riddhima blurted out angrily.



"Riddhima!" Hinna was stunned; Padma and Shashank just bowed their heads, they were used to being humiliated by Riddhima since her teen years, but today she had crossed all limits.


"Are you crazy? This is no way to talk to your parents!" Hinna whispered loudly. Riddhima gave her a dirty look and stomped off to her room.



"Auntie," Hinna consoled a tearful Padma, "aap Riddhima ki fikr mat kariye…..main uske saath hoon na Mumbai mein….aur wahan bahut log honge…..aisa kuch nahin hoga…..aur ek secret baat baatoon auntie?" Hinna whispered into Padma's ears, "Peter is gay…..so he is NOT interested in Riddhima that way at all…..wo sirf India ghoomna chaahta hai."


Padma was shocked, "Hai ram! kya kaha? Wo ek aise aadmi ke saath jaayegi?"

"Auntie….yeh sochiye aapke do kaam ho jaayenge…..Riddhima will visit India after all these years…..and she will be absolutely safe," Hinna chuckled.



Shashank had overheard their conversation, "jab tak hamari Hinna bitiya Riddhima ke saath hai….uska koi kuch nahin bigaad sakta……haan Padma….jaane do Riddhima ko uss ladke ke saath….ho sakta hai akele India jaayegi tho hamare desh ki kuch kadar karne lagegi."



So, Riddhima's Indian vacation was all planned. They would attend Hinna's wedding the first one week and then head out for their 2 week Bharat darshan. Hinna suggested that when they got to Mumbai, they should probably get a local person to accompany them on their trip.



"Hinna…you worry about your honeymoon sweety…Peter and I will manage," Riddhima said confidently as Peter nodded enthusiastically. Peter was really looking forward to the trip and asked Riddhima, "can you teach me some common phrases in Hindi?" Riddhima was stumped; she could barely speak Gujarati, let alone Hindi- that would be an uphill task in the time they had before their departure.



Riddhima purchased an English to Hindi translation guide and memorized a few phrases to impress Peter.



Finally, Riddhima and Peter boarded their British Airways flight to Mumbai. Hinna and her family had already departed a week before, so they could get a head start with the wedding preparations.



Hinna's aunt, phoophijaan was helping with all the arrangements. Ranbir's folks were a well settled business family in Mumbai. Ranbir had been studying in the US since High School and had fallen in love with Hinna while he was there. Initially, their families had opposed the alliance on religious grounds but both Hinna and Ranbir had stuck to their guns and managed to convince both sets of parents.


They were going to have both Hindu and Islam wedding ceremonies, but a common 'sangeet' or 'Dholki' party.



Riddhima and Peter arrived a day before the sangeet and Mehndi ceremonies.


They stepped out of the airplane on Mumbai airport and were greeted by a whiff of warm, musty and humid air.

"Oh Geez! The pollution!" Riddhima exclaimed, "darn it……it hits you as soon as you land!"



Peter grinned, "what else would you expect Kriphah? You must be used to this….how often do you visit India?"

Riddhima frowned, "I have not been here in 7 years," she looked around and was pleasantly surprised to see well lit counters and signs; she did not remember seeing on her previous trips.



"Don't be surprised if people are rude and ill-mannered……the immigration lines will be at least a mile long," Riddhima prepared Peter as they took the escalator down.

"Namashkar ma'am…..and sir…..please go to counter 12……you will be helped promptly," a polite lady greeted them and guided them to a counter for "Foreign Nationals." Within 10 minutes, Peter and Riddhima were out in the baggage claim area.

"Wow what service! I don't even expect that in the US," Peter was pleasantly surprised, "where are the rude and ill-mannered people Kriphah?"



Riddhima just remained silent; she better not say anything more negative about this country now- Peter would never believe her any more she feared.

Hinna and Ranbir waited outside the airport to receive their guests. As soon as Riddhima and Peter stepped out of the airport, they were swamped by porters and cab drivers. Peter could tell that Riddhima was uncomfortable as she shooed the intruders away.




"Are you scared of your countrymen?" Peter put his arm around her and chuckled.

"Peter! I am an American just like you……I like my space….just as you do," she said angrily. Peter just shrugged his shoulders and walked with a smile on his face. He was quite enjoying the crowds, the dirt on the ground, and the musty smell in the air- India was just like he had pictured it!


"Hey Riddhima!" Hinna ran to her friend and hugged her. "Hey Hins…I missed you," Riddhima hugged her back and then hugged Ranbir, "so ready for the big day man?"

"Can't wait!" Ranbir hugged her and then shook hands with Peter, "Hi Peter….nice to finally meet you."



"Hi Rraanbeer!" Peter checked him out from head to toe with a twinkle in his eyes. Hinna suppressed her laughter at seeing Ranbir cringe a little.

They finally drove to Hinna's phoophi's house. The Hasan's had a palatial home in the Juhu area of Mumbai.

Riddhima was used to visiting her parent's village and smaller towns in Gujarat; she had never seen such a beautiful house before.



"Wow Hinna! Your aunt has a beautiful home," Riddhima exclaimed. She had no idea that such beautiful homes even existed in India.



"Phoophi! Yeh hai meri sabse achhi saheli Riddhima….aur yeh uska dost Peter," Hinna introduced them to her aunt.
"Aadaab Riddhima beti….bahut tareef suni hai teri," phoophijaan hugged Riddhima.

Riddhima had no idea what phoophijaan had just said. She just said a soft, "Namaste aunty."

"Aao aao Peter," phoophi welcomed her other guest.

"Salaam valekkum," Peter said in his accented voice.


Riddhima was stunned; how did he know that greeting? Peter smiled at Riddhima, "I know Hinna's family is muslim…isn't that how they greet each other?"

Riddhima was embarrassed; the least she could have done was talk to Hinna before coming here.



"Hi…I am Arohi!" a pleasant looking, beautiful young girl with thick black hair greeted them.

"Hi Arohi….you are Hinna's cousin?" Riddhima asked.

Arohi hugged Hinna, "we are like sisters…haina?" she kissed Hinna's cheek affectionately. Riddhima was touched by the warmth the cousins shared with each other. She remembered her first cousin, Harshini who lived in Gujarat- Riddhima had barely kept in touch with her all these years; she would probably not even recognize her if she saw her on the street.



Riddhima and Peter were given separate guest rooms on the upper floor. The Hasan's were perfect hosts. Everyone was extremely courteous and polite at their house.



Hinna walked into Riddhima's room and explained the rules of her aunt's house, "Riddhima….you've got to follow some rules here….Ok sweety….no short skirts….long skirts are fine……and no plunging necklines….no kissing or holding hands with your boyfriend."



"I know….I am not that ignorant……my family in Gujarat is probably more uptight than yours," Riddhima frowned, "and by the way…Peter has not even kissed me once…..I am not sure what he wants."


"My family is not uptight…..they just expect a certain amount of decency in the way we talk and dress…..and maybe Peter is just a decent guy," Hinna winked.

"Yeah…..people here think everyone in America is indecent and too liberal…..don't worry…..I will not create any problems for you," Riddhima chuckled.

"Thanks Riddhima," Hinna sighed.

"Hinna…..is everyone always that formal in your aunt's house?" Riddhima asked Hinna as they walked down for dinner.




"That is not formal…..that is just the way we are……we all respect each other and treat each other courteously…..that's it Riddhima…..you have not met the rest of my family…..they are even sweeter."

"I would get indigestion with all this sugar coated talk!" Riddhima balked.

"Riddhima….you better be nice to everyone here sweety….I don't want to get embarrassed by my all-American friend," Hinna chuckled.



"All right!" Riddhima giggled and rolled her eyes, "I will be at my honey-dripping best!" The friends laughed their way to the dining hall.




They had a feast waiting for everyone on the dining table. Riddhima was impressed by the five-star service given by their domestic help. Adi Hasan, Arohi's dad treated Hinna like his own daughter. Hinna's parents were out shopping so could not join them. Ranbir had gone home as he was not allowed in Hinna's house before the wedding.


Arohi had three younger sisters and the two youngest ones sat on their father's lap as they all talked around the dining table. Riddhima was amused to see the two teenage girls sitting on their dad's lap, but there was something endearing about that scene- when did she ever sit like that on her dad's lap? May be kindergarten? Why did she not share that kind of warmth with her parents? She remembered how she would push her mom away in school when Padma tried to hug her while dropping her off at school- how embarrassed she would get when Padma tried to kiss her good bye in her salwaar kameez in front of her friends at school.

"Arohi didi…..aapka phone hai," a maid came and informed them.

"Kiska hai?" Arohi asked

"Koi Arjun hain," the maid answered. Arohi turned red as her three sisters started teasing, "Abbu…..dekho Arjun miya ka phone aaya hai….dekho aapa kitna sharmaa rahi hain," they all chuckled as Arohi ran to her room.

Hinna whispered, "Riddhima…Arjun is Arohi's boyfriend."

Riddhima was really amused; she thought Indian people especially from conservative families never talked about their boyfriends so openly- were they more liberal than she thought or did they just share a more open relationship than she ever had with her parents?



AROHI'S ROOM:



"Arjun…aap? Aap baar baar ghar par phone kyun karte hain…..abbu aur ammi ko sab pataa chal gaya hai," Arohi complained.
"Gustakhi Arohi!" Arjun chuckled, "lekin achhi baat hai na…..ab main apni ammi ko tumhare parents se baat karne aaraam se bhej sakta hoon."

"Mujhey nahin maaloom tha aap itne besharam hain……college mein tho itne sharmeele aur chup chup rehte hain…phone par kya hota hai?" Arohi bit her lip and asked.

"Phone par tumhari aankhein nahin dikhti na…..saamne hota hoon tho tumhari aankhon mein kho jaata hoon," Arjun drawled romantically.

"Dhutt! Achha in 2 mahino mein aap kitni dillagi karne kage hain mujhsey…..shukr hai Armaan ka jo unhone aap ko pehchaan liya," Arohi giggled.

"Achha yaad aaya….kal Dholki mein Armaan miya bhi aa rahe hain na?" Arjun asked

"Aur kya….Armaan ke bina sangeet ki mehfil kaise jamegi? Aur aap bhi aa rahe hain apni ammi ke saath…haina?" Arohi asked.

"Beshaq…..kal hi ammi se tumhare abbu se baat karne ko kahoonga," Arjun kissed the phone and smiled.

'Achha….Allah haafis…..sab mera intezaar kar rahe hain," Arohi hung up and ran downstairs, red and flushed from what Arjun had just told her.
PART 6:


NEXT MORNING:

The Hasan household was abuzz with activity that morning. The mehndi ladies had arrived early as all the women and girls sat down to get mehndi applied on their hands and feet.

Being the bride, Hinna had one lady designated for her as it would take hours to apply mehndi on her arms, hands, legs and feet.


Riddhima joined Hinna in her room and watched curiously. The intricate, delicate designs on Hinna's skin intrigued her. Riddhima recalled how her mom and her friends would get mehndi applied on their hands during the Navratri festival. The last time Riddhima ever had mehndi on her hands was in elementary school. She had applied the mehndi to please her mom but was really embarrassed when all her classmates looked at her curiously.



"This is apple crisp...last night mom baked some...I got some on my hand," Riddhima had made up a reason at that time. Riddhima realized that she must have looked so stupid to her classmates when she used that apple crisp as an excuse. These days, having henna on your hands was not a big deal- why did I always make it such a big deal? She wondered.



"Aap bhi lagaayengi?" the mehndi lady asked Riddhima.



"What?' Riddhima was taken up by surprise.



"Haan...yeh bhi lagaayengi," Hinna smiled and nodded. Riddhima did not quite understand what the two women were talking about, "what did she say Hinna?"




Another mehndi lady walked in and was gestured to start working on Riddhima.



Before Riddhima could protest, her hands were in the mehndi lady's hands.


"Hey...hey...what are you doing lady?' Riddhima asked.


"It looks great Khripah," Peter joined them, "it's so beautiful."


Riddhima looked up and saw Peter's eyes light up as he stared intently at the henna on Riddhima's palms.

"Theek hai," Riddhima said in her accented hindi, "go ahead." Hinna smiled and thanked Peter silently.


The mehndi looked gorgeous on Riddhima's delicate and fair hands. After it dried up, the mehndi left a deep and rich orange hue on her palms.


Hinna teased her, "Riddhima….they say….the deeper the henna color…..the more your hubby loves you."



Riddhima chuckled, "yeah right! You believe in these things Hinna?"



"Hey why not? At least, it gives me an opportunity to pull Ranbir's leg," Hinna laughed, "and by the way…..what are you wearing tonight?"



"Me?" Riddhima asked, "mmm…..that red dress I wore at New Year's last year?"



"No way Riddhima…..you have to wear a lehnga tonight," Hinna insisted.



"Yes Khripah! I would love to see you in Indian clothes," Peter added. Riddhima looked at Peter and then at Hinna, "but I don't have any."



"I can fix that for you," Arohi walked in, "Riddhima….I think we are probably the same size….mmm," she looked at Riddhima from head to toe, "you may be a little skinnier….we have a tailor who can come home and make the adjustments…come with me…..select one of my lehngas."



So Arohi helped Riddhima select one of her beautiful lehngas. Finally, Riddhima chose a rich blue colored lehnga. Arohi gave her matching jewelry, bangles, anklets, teeka, kamarbandh, "you will look gorgeous Riddhima….you are so beautiful…..I hope some Indian prince falls for you tonight."



"Thanks Arohi…..I don't care if an Indian prince falls for me…..I like Peter…..and if he approves of this outfit…..I have no problem in wearing it," Riddhima smiled.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Arohi asked.


"Yes…you can say that," Riddhima said confidently.


"Wow….your parents let you both come here alone?" Arohi asked.

"I didn't give my parents a choice…..it is my life…..they have no right to interfere in it," Riddhima said arrogantly.



Arohi was taken aback, "Really? I would never do anything against my parent's wishes."

"What if they don't let you marry Arjun? What would you do then?" Riddhima challenged her.

"I will try to convince them…..Arjun is a nice man…..I am sure my parents would like him once they meet him," Arohi said.

"What if they don't?" Riddhima asked

"Well…..I am not going to disobey them," Arohi lowered her head.

"And marry someone you don't love?" Riddhima asked.

"I would rather do that than make my parents unhappy," Arohi said sadly.

"You Indian girls amaze me!" Riddhima rolled her eyes, "I am so glad I did not grow up here."

Arohi was a little offended, "I am happy the way I am Riddhima….I have no regrets about growing up in India…..in fact it does not matter where one grows up……it is who you are what matters…..one has to respect your culture and family….whether you are Indian or American…..how can you respect anyone else if you don't respect yourself? Well…excuse me Riddhima….I need to go," Arohi walked away. Arohi did not like confrontation and she would rather walk away from a situation like this than keep arguing about it.


Riddhima stood still, Arohi's words still ringing in her ears……. in fact it does not matter where one grows up……it is who you are what matters…..one has to respect your culture and family….whether you are Indian or American……..




EVENING:



The guests for sangeet/dholki party were starting to pour in. The Hasan's were perfect hosts and had arranged for live traditional and modern music, dancers, and cuisines from various parts of the world. Everyone was dressed at their best.


Ranbir walked in with his parents, Mr and Mrs kapoor a little after 7. He looked dashing in a black sherwani and his eyes searched for his bride as they walked in. Even though, he was not allowed to visit Hinna at home before the wedding, the sangeet ceremony was an exception to the rule. Hinna's parents greeted their 'samdhis' with a warm hug and welcomed everyone at the door.

Arjun, dressed in a rust colored sherwani, and his mother walked in after a little while. Arohi, dressed in a peach colored lehnga, welcomed them, "salaam valekkum….please andar aaiye."


"Valekkum salaam," Arjun's ammi returned the greeting and smiled at Arohi. She was awe struck by the huge mansion Arohi lived in, but was happy that her son had chosen such a beautiful girl. She was a little hesitant about how she would talk to Arohi's parents about her son's proposal.

"Ammi…..yeh Arjun…aur unki ammi," Arohi introduced them to her parents.

Arohi's parents were aware that their daughter liked some Arjun at college and were curious to meet him and his family. They really wanted Arohi to get married to Armaan, but wanted to meet Arjun before making any decisions. The Hasan's liked Arjun instantly- he was good looking, polite, courteous and above all, his expressions told them that he was totally in love with their daughter.


Hinna looked like a princess in her pink lehnga choli. Riddhima, looking ethereal in her blue lehnga, accompanied her friend, and as soon as they walked into the living room, all eyes were fixated on these 2 beautiful women. Riddhima's thick straight hair reached to her waist and attracted a lot of compliments, "how do you maintain such hair in the US?" She answered back, "well…there are a number of great hair salons in the US too!"

"No…we just thought no one has time to keep long hair in America," an aunty said in her thick Indian accent.

"Well auntyjee…..people in the US also take out time for themselves," Riddhima said irately. She hated when people had such stereotypes about Americans.

"Bahut sunder kudi hai," another aunty caressed and touched Riddhima's cheeks. Riddhima hated that- even all the aunty and uncles in the US had a bad habit of doing that to her- pinching and touching her cheeks as if they belonged to them. Why could Indians not keep their hands to themselves????


Peter wore a black suit and was right behind the women with a big smile. He was obviously enjoying the joyous atmosphere and attention he was getting. Certainly there were enough handsome men in the crowd to feast his eyes on.


The guests were intrigued by the 3 American friends and surrounded them with their questions and enquiries. Riddhima did not care for all the attention and looks she was getting from all the men at the party, "have they not seen a woman before? That is what I don't like about Indians…..am I an alien or something?….Why do they keep asking me the same questions again and again and stare at me as if I am from another planet."


"How long have you been in the US?"

"Oh you were born there?"

"Can you speak Hindi or Urdu?"

"Do you like India?"

"Do you like Indian food? Bollywood movies?"



She was tired of answering the same questions again and again. She excused herself and went to the kitchen to get some water. She had brought a whole suitcase of bottled water from the US as she did not trust the water quality in India. Arohi's mother had placed her special 'purified American water' in a pantry in the kitchen.



Riddhima escaped into the kitchen and found her 'Made in America' water bottle. She unscrewed the cap and started drinking from it. With her head tilted slightly, her long hair falling below her waist, her long beautiful neck caught the attention of a handsome man who just entered the kitchen.




It was Armaan. Dressed in an off white blazer, black trousers, white silk shirt, he looked dashing and handsome himself.



"Mashallah!" he exclaimed as he saw the water dripping through those luscious red lips.

Riddhima heard him exclaim and stopped drinking. She screwed the cap on and looked towards the voice.

There stood at the door, a tall, suave looking Indian man with the most piercing eyes she had ever seen. Her gaze fell on his eyes and for a moment she found herself lost in a trance like state.


"Mashallah!" he exclaimed again and walked towards her, "kaun ho tum? Koi hoor ho? Ya kisi jannat ki pari ho?" he gazed into her eyes and recited this sher by Aziz Qaisi:



aap ko dekh kar dekhataa rah gayaa
kyaa kahun aur kehne ko kyaa rah gayaa
unkii aaNkhon mein kaise chhalakane lagaa
mere honTho pe jo maajaraa reh gayaa
aise bichhaDe sabhii raah ke modh par
aaKharii hamsafar raastaa reh gayaa
soch kar aao kyun tamannaa hai yeh
jaaneman jo yahaaN reh gayaa reh gayaa



Riddhima was dumbstruck. What was wrong with this man? She did not know what he was saying or why was he staring at her so intently, but at the same time she could not look away from his piercing gaze- there was something mesmerizing about his deep husky voice and his intense looks.



"Mashallah!" he exclaimed again.



"I am sorry…..I am not maashhallahh" she spoke in her accented urdu, "My name is Riddhima…Riddhima Gupta…I think you are mistaken," she stepped back but he kept walking forward.



He started humming this beautiful song from "saawariya"- Mashallah

Please watch and comment on this awesome video made by Muniza on our very own Riddhima/Neha Bamb with this song in the background:


http://www.badongo.com/vid/528429

Allaaahhh…Allaaahhhaaahh
Gum Sum Chaandni Ho Naazni Ho
Ya Koi Hoor Ho
Dil Nashin Ho, Dil Kashin Ho
Ya Jannat Ka Noor Ho
Masha Allah, Masha Allah, Masha Allah

Gum Sum Chaandni Ho Naazni Ho
Ya Koi Hoor Ho
Dil Nashin Ho, Dil Kashin Ho
Ya Janat Ka Noor Ho
Masha Allah (Allah), Masha Allah(Allah), Masha Allah (Allah)…


Tum Sabah Ho, Ya Ghata Ho
Khekasha Ho Saiba Ho
Subha Ki Pehli Kiran Ke Jaise
Bebas Alhadd Pawan Ke Jaise
Khusboyein Tum Lootathi Ho
Masti Mein Chur Chur
Masha Allah, Masha Allah, Masha Allah
Hoohooohoo



Tum Hayaa Ho, Tum Ridha Ho
Tum Wafa Ho, Tum Nasha Ho
Kamoosh Nazare, Sadoou Jaise
Tumhare Baathein Duwaoou Jaise
Har Nafas Mein Tum Samaye Ho
Phir Bhi Ho Itni Door


Masha Allah, Masha Allah, Masha Allah
Gum Sum Chaandni Ho Naazni Ho
Ya Koi Hoor Ho?Dil Nashin Ho, Dil Kashin Ho
Ya Janat Ka Noor Ho


Masha Allah (Allah), Masha Allah(Ohhoohh), Masha Allah (Allah…)




Riddhima ran away from the kitchen back to the living room. That man and his song had shaken her up completely, "who the hell is he? What is his problem? Is he crazy or something? Why was he staring at me like that? And what is this mashallah crap? And why am I still shivering after that song?" she found herself covered with goose bumps as she walked back into the crowd.

PART 7:


Riddhima walked back into the living room, still shaken up by her encounter with the strange man in the kitchen.



"What was wrong with him? Was it a case of mistaken identity? Or was he trying to flirt with me? Or was he just a lunatic? Why was he staring at me like that? And why am I still thinking of that man…..where the heck is Peter?" she scanned the living area; there were a lot more people now then there were even 15 minutes ago- Indian sure did like to have big parties…didn't they? It reminded her of the Navratri nights back in Chicago.




She finally spotted Peter surrounded by a bunch of young and old women alike. "Peter sure is a charmer," thought Riddhima- everyone wants a piece of him….but he is mine! As she walked towards him, she was amused to see him practicing some dance moves with some of the young girls.




"Peter….like that!" Arohi's younger sister showed him how to move his waist and jive to the traditional wedding music playing in the background. Someone tied a dupatta around his waist and clapped as he swiveled like a professional dancer- although his movements were almost a little too effeminate thought Riddhima- why was Peter making a fool of himself? She was a little embarrassed and looked for Hinna instead.


Hinna and Ranbir were too busy mingling with their respective families and friends. Riddhima sighed and looked around; she suddenly felt all alone in this room full of people. She was in no mood to start a conversation with any stranger; they would probably bombard her with meaningless questions once again. She spotted Arohi and Arjun in a corner.



"Hi Arohi…so is this Arjun?" Riddhima walked towards the couple.


"Oh Riddhima?" Arohi was a little taken aback at the sudden intrusion but nevertheless gave her a friendly smile, "yes this is Arjun…Arjun…..this is Riddhima…Hinna's best friend from the US."



"Adaab!" Arjun bowed and greeted her, "kaisi hain aap?"



"Achhi hoon," Riddhima replied in her accented Hindi; she was beginning to pick up some phrases thanks to Peter and Hinna.




"That is great Riddhima!" Arohi exclaimed, "Arjun…Riddhima is just learning to speak her mother tongue."




"Better late than never," Arjun smiled.




Riddhima liked Arjun instantly- he was not judgmental like most other Indians who always expressed shock and horror when they found out that Riddhima was not fluent in any Indian language.



"So…Arohi….he is the guy you will elope with one day….right?" Riddhima teased her.
Arohi turned red with embarrassment, "Riddhima! What are you saying?"




"Well…yeah….if your families don't approve of your alliance…..aren't you going to elope with your lover?" Riddhima chuckled. Arjun chuckled back, "I like you Riddhima…..we hope we don't have to do that….but I love your idea….kyun Arohi?" Arohi was dumbstruck; how could Riddhima even suggest something like that……but she had a point….what if ammi and abbu didn't approve of Arjun?




"Jab pyar kiya tho darna kya?" a deep voice approached them from behind.




"Armaan?" Arohi's eyes lit up as Armaan overheard their conversation. Armaan glanced at Riddhima from head to toe, "Riddhima….Riddhima Gupta……aaj lagta hai khud Allah ne mujh par Riddhima kar di hai jo aap se mulaqat huyi…..aur aap se bhi zyaada khubsoorat aapke khayal hain…..lagta hai aap bhi sacche pyaar ki ibaadat karti hain?"


"Excuse me?" Riddhima was perplexed, "I am sorry…..i did not understand what you just said."




Arohi chuckled, "Armaan….this is Riddhima from US…she is Hinna's best friend…..aapki baatein inhey shayad samajh nahin aayi hain."




Armaan kept his gaze on Riddhima and stared into her eyes, "jaanta hoon Arohi…..bas main inki aankhon ke lavs padhna chaahta tha…..aur jo mujhey padhna tha….wo padh chuka hoon," he smiled and extended his hand, "Hi…I am Armaan….Armaan Mallik…..Hinna's family and my family are good family friends……nice to meet you Ms Riddhima Gupta."



Riddhima was a little mystified by this strange man once again; there was something very intense and magnetic about him that she could not explain, "Hi….you…..you sing well," she fumbled for words as she shook his hand. She felt a little shiver again as his warm hands clasped her soft and tiny hands. Armaan reluctantly let go of her hand but continued to stare at her beautiful brown eyes. There was something mesmerizing about her eyes that he could not explain either.



"Have you heard him sing?" Arohi was surprised.




Riddhima turned a little red and was flustered, "Uh…well….kind of….I think he was rehearsing in the kitchen," she looked away from Armaan's piercing eyes.




"You can say that…..I hope you liked my rehearsal…..given the right inspiration…..I can sing all day…..and all night," Armaan added softly and continued to stare at this American 'pari.'




Arohi cleared her throat, "Armaan…..lagta hai aapko apni pari mil gayi hai…kyun?"




"Arohi…..pari dikh tho gayi hai…..par mili ya nahin…..yeh tho waqt hi bataayega," Armaan looked away and smiled, "Banno ke liye kuch gaana bajaana ho jaaye…..kyun Arjun miya? Chaliye….aap dance achha karte haina?"




Arohi chuckled, "Banno ke liye…..ya banno ki saheli ke liye?"



Armaan grinned at Arohi's comment and brushed against Riddhima gently as he walked off towards Hinna and Ranbir. Riddhima was startled by the sudden contact and saw the mysterious man walk away into the crowd.



"What's wrong with him Arohi?" Riddhima asked, "Is he crazy or what?"




"Well Riddhima…..I have never seen Armaan like that……I am sure something…..or rather someone is driving him crazy tonight…..come lets go and dance…..they are all getting ready to sing," Arohi pulled Riddhima by her hand.



"I don't know how to dance on Indian music," Riddhima protested.



"Look at Peter….if he can…..I am sure you can too," Arohi pointed at Peter. Peter was completely absorbed with the music and dancing like a Bollywood actor. Riddhima tried to gesture at him to join her, but Peter was too immersed in the company of the dancers.



Before Riddhima could figure out where to go, the musician started playing the dholak and a chorus started singing a song.


http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x11akb_k3g-yeh-ladka_music

http://ww.smashits.com/music/hindi-film/songs/1518/kabhi-khu shi-kabhi-gham.html (yeh ladka hai allah)


http://www.free-lyrics.org/Kabhi-Khushi-Kabhi-Gham/145717-Ye h-Ladka-Hai-Allah.html

CHORUS:

Banno ki mehndi kya kehna
Banno ka joda kya kehna
Banno lage hai phoolon ka gehna
Banno ki aankhen kajraari
Banno lage sab se pyaari
Banno pe jaaoon main waari waari

Armaan emerged from the crowd with Hinna and Ranbir on either side:

Ho ho, oh oh, ho oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh

He looked at Riddhima's direction:

Banno ki saheli resham ki dori


Riddhima became a little self conscious as Armaan sang with his gaze fixated at her. She hid behind Arohi as Armaan continued:


Chhup chhupke sharmaaye dekhe chori chori

Banno ki saheli resham ki dori

Chhup chhupke sharmaaye dekhe chori chori

Yeh maane ya na maane main to ispe mar gaya
Yeh ladki haai allah, haai haai re allah
Yeh ladki haai allah, haai haai re allah

Muskaan and Rahul joined the dancers in the center. Muskaan teased Hinna:

Babul ki galiyaan na chhadke jaana

Paagal deewana isko samjhaana

Babul ki galiyaan na chhadke jaana

Paagal deewana isko samjhaana


Arohi joined in and danced with Arjun:

Dekho ji dekho yeh to mere peechhe pad gaya
Yeh ladka haai allah, haai haai re allah
Yeh ladka haai allah, haai haai re allah


Riddhima continued to stay in a corner; she watched everyone dance effortlessly. Peter was busy with a group of young girls and then joined some young men. Riddhima looked up and saw Armaan standing in front of her. Her heart started beating fast as he sang:



Lab kahe na kahe bolti hai nazar
Pyaar nahin chhupta yaar chhupaane se
Pyaar nahin chhupta yaar chhupaane se


Muskaan covered Hinna's head with her dupatta:


Haan, roop ghoonghat mein ho
to suhaana lage
Baat nahin banti yaar bataane se

Armaan pulled Riddhima with her wrist to the dance floor and twirled her around:

Yeh dil ki baatein dil hi jaane ya jaane khuda
Yeh ladki haai allah, haai haai re allah

Yeh ladka haai allah, haai haai re allah

Armaan helped Riddhima dance in step with him. They came very close to each other at one point and were lost in an eye lock:

Sajna..aaa…..


Muskaan danced with Arjun-Arohi and then Hinna-Ranbir. She looked up and saw her brother-in-law, Armaan lost in a beautiful young girl's eyes. She smiled and sang:


Maangne se kabhi
haath milta nahin
Jodiyaan banti hai pehle se sab ki
Jodiyaan banti hai pehle se sab ki


Ranbir sang to Hinna:


Ho leke baaraat
ghar tere aaoonga main
Meri nahin yeh to marzi hai rab ki


Hinna teased him back:

Arre jaa re jaa yeh jhoothi moothi baatein na bana
Yeh ladka haai allah, haai haai re allah
Yeh ladka haai allah, haai haai re allah

Riddhima freed herself from Armaan's grip and danced towards Peter. Armaan continued to sing:

Banno ki saheli resham ki dori
Chhup chhupke sharmaaye dekhe chori chori

Babul ki galiyaan na chhadke jaana
Paagal deewana isko samjhaana

Yeh maane ya na maane main to ispe mar gaya
Yeh ladki
Yeh ladki haai allah haai haai re allah

As the song reached its conclusion, everyone joined in and danced energetically.



Yeh ladka haai allah haai haai re allah

Eh, yeh ladki haai allah haai haai re allah

Yeh ladka haai allah haai haai re allah


Peter did not seem too interested in dancing with Riddhima. Riddhima was a little frustrated and annoyed at him. He was almost jumping like a monkey by the end of the song and making a fool of himself and her at the same time- after all they all thought Peter was her boyfriend!



Everyone clapped and whistled as the song came to an end.


"Wah…kya baat hai Armaan miya….ek aur ho jaaye…..subhan'allah…….ek aur gaana……once more," the hoots and whistles from the crowd pumped up Armaan's confidence.




"Thanks everyone!" Armaan announced, "OK…I will sing again as long as I have a dance partner to dance with me!" he looked at Riddhima expectantly but she just looked away and walked towards the bar to get a soft drink.




"Hey…I will dance with you!" Peter offered enthusiastically. Peter had been eyeing this tall, handsome singer since he had walked into the party an hour or so ago. Hinna and Ranbir exchanged glances and suppressed their chuckles.




Armaan was a little taken aback, "Hey….Mr Uh?"



"Peter….Peter McCain! I am Hinna and Riddhima's friend," he extended his hand.




"Hi…I am Armaan….aadaab," Armaan just bowed and greeted Peter with a salaam, "let me find a dance partner for you Peter…..I have already chosen mine," he led the way with a slanting smile on his face, "hey Aaliyah!" Armaan called his sister, "Aaliyah…this is Peter from the US….please dance with him tonight……saari raat iske saath naachna meri behen……aur mere paas aane bhi mat dena," Armaan muttered under his breath.




"Kyun Armaan bhai?" Aaliyah smiled and shook hands with Peter, "come on Peter…..let's go." A disappointed Peter gazed at Armaan longingly and followed Aaliyah obediently.




"Yeh cartoon kaun hai?" Armaan asked Hinna softly.


"Oh wo?" Hinna chuckled, "He is Riddhima's boyfriend."


Armaan smiled wickedly, "Kuch wiring mein problem lagti hai...does he know that he is Riddhima's boyfriend?"


Hinna grinned, "you figured it out Armaan bhai….didn't you?"



"If Riddhima has not……she is either blind or crazy," Armaan laughed.



"Armaan bhai….leave it that way……Yeh maan lee jiye ki agar Peter nahin hota tho shayad Riddhima India bhi nahin aati," Hinna explained, "but why are you interested?"



"Bas apne raaste ke kaante ko pehchaan na chaahta tha," Armaan winked at Hinna and walked back towards the dance floor.


Hinna yelled from behind, "Armaan bhai….kaanta nahin….yeh sochiye aapke liye phool bankar aaya hai wo...ha..ha," she laughed and whispered something in Ranbir's ear, "looks like Armaan is smitten with Riddhima….did you see them on the dance floor?"


"What about Riddhima?" Ranbir asked.


"She is a tough nut to crack…..but I know Armaan…..he is a nice guy…..you never know….he might be the chosen one for Riddhima," Hinna said dreamily.




The musicians started playing music as Armaan crooned another song in his melodious voice:


"mera dil" from "salaam-e-ishq"


http://www.indiahits.com/scripts/new_indiahits.cgi?salaameis hq20063.rm

http://ww.smashits.com/music/hindi-film/songs/5906/salaam-e- ishq-a-tribute-to-love.html

Armaan:

Socho kabhi socho jara,
Socho kabhi socho jara
Meri bechainiyon ka jahan dekho jara
Meri humnashi socho na
Dekho na socho jara……



Armaan looked at Riddhima and then prompted Arohi to join him. Arohi sang:



Socho ji socho aisa hota toh,
Chahat ke pal koi saja leta toh,
Aati jaati sanson mein basa leti main,
Khwabon se khayalon ko saja leti main,


Armaan danced his way towards Riddhima again and pulled her to the dance floor:



Mera dil dil mera ishq mein
Ab tera ho gaya(2)

Socho ji socho aisa hota toh
Chahat ke pal koi saja leta toh,
Aati jaati sason mein basa leta main,
Khwabon se khayalon ko saja leta main,
Mera dil dil mera ishq mein
Ab tera ho gaya(2)


Armaan and Riddhima danced together as the other couples joined in too.

Main bhi bada anjaan tha,
Tujhko nahi jo pehchana,
Kehte hain mohobbat kise,
Janeja maine na jaana,


Hinna-Ranbir, Arjun-Arohi, Rahul- Muskaan, Aaliyah-Peter and all the elders joined in too:




Maine haan keh diya sanam,
Ab toh na der kijiye,
Tute na tute na kabhi, aisa koi vaada dijiye,
Mere yaara tujhpe bada marta hai dil,
Phir bhi mujhse kehne se kyun darta hai dil,
Mera dil dil mera ishq
Mein ab tera ho gaya(2)

Me and you, love is me and you
Me and you, me and you, my love is true(2)



Maine meri palkon tarey jiske
Chehre ko chupaya,
Kaise main batau tujhe,
Milke bhi wo mil na paya,
Mujhe bahon mein bhar le tu,
Main tere paas hoon sanam,
Teri deewangi hoon main,
Tera ehasaas hoon sanam,
Ho Tere hi lite to hai mohobbat meri,
Jaanu main bhi jaanu kya tamanna teri,
Merw dil dil mera ishq mein
Ab tera ho gaya (2)



Socho ji socho aisa hota toh,
Chahat ke pal koi saja leta toh,
Chaahoon bhi toh na mitta sakoon dooriyan,
Tu toh jaane kya hai meri majbooriyan,
Baton mein kho gaya,
Mera dil dil mera



Ho mera dil dil mera ishq mein ab tera ho gaya,
Mera dil dil mera ishq
Main ab tera ho gaya(2)
Socho ji socho aisa hota tho…….




Riddhima danced like she had never danced before; Armaan made her feel very comfortable and guided her through all the steps. How she wished that she had danced on the garba nights every Navratri…….she could have learnt Bollywood dancing like all her Indian friends in the US……may be even learnt Bharat Natyam like her mom wanted her to……she had never wanted to dance like this…..but why was she enjoying it tonight? Why did she feel free as a bird tonight as she twirled and jived to the beats of the Indian music she had despised listening to all her life?????




Was it the jovial and friendly atmosphere? Was it the foot tapping music? Or was it something else……..socho zara….socho zara……Armaan's words echoed in her ears as the music came to a stop.

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Riddhima walked towards Peter, "Hey Peter…..where have you been?"


"Oh…I was dancing with that girl there….I think she is Aahliyaah," Peter pointed at a young girl at a distance.


"Peter! We are here together….next time you are dancing with me….right?" Riddhima said irately.


"But you were whisked away by that handsome guy……what's his name?" Peter snapped back.



"You mean Armaan?" Riddhima asked.



"Yeah! Looks like you have the hots for him…don't you?" Peter smiled wickedly and sighed, "who wouldn't?" he added softly.



"Are you crazy? I don't even know him! I think he was just flirting with me…..just like other Indian men do at the Navratri functions in the US…..but I can't stand them!" Riddhima said angrily.




"So you don't like him?" Peter asked expectantly.



"Of course NOT!" Riddhima denied vehemently. Peter was overjoyed, "Ok Khripah….lets get a bit to eat….I am famished."




They noticed that dinner had been served and made a beeline for the food counter.


Meanwhile, Armaan noticed something jingling on his foot. He looked down and saw a payal (anklet) dangling from his shoe. He bent down and picked the delicate silver ornament. He smiled to himself, "tu nahin tho teri payal hi sahi," he scanned the room to find the owner of the anklet. He knew it could only belong to Riddhima as she had stumbled many a time while he was dancing with her.



Riddhima and Peter stood in a corner with their dinner plates and talked about the party.



"Indians are beautiful Khripah! I have never seen so many gorgeous people in one room," Peter's gaze was fixated on a number of handsome young men in the room. Riddhima was a little offended; how dare he check other women out when she was standing right in front of him?



"Peter! You are making a fool of yourself…..people here are not used to being stared at like that……they are a little more conservative here…..so calm down," she muttered under her breath.



"I am looking for the rightful owner of this beautiful anklet…..could it be you ma'am?" Armaan's husky voice interrupted their conversation.




Riddhima was a little taken aback, "Oh….I……I doubt it is mine," she saw Armaan staring at her intently.




"May I?" he bent down and stretched his hand.




Riddhima looked down at him, "what are you doing?"


"The prince is trying to find the Cinderella who has lost her anklet," he grinned at her, "please give me your foot….let me check."



Riddhima's hands were full from the heavy plate, "well….I am sure it is not mine Armaan."



"How can you be so sure? You seem to make up your mind before knowing the facts…..do you always do that?" he stretched his hand further and looked at her with pleading eyes.




"Come on Khripah! Be a sport…..Cinderalla and the lost anklet…..sounds so romantic….come on….give him your foot," Peter encouraged her.




Riddhima hesitated and raised her foot slightly. Armaan helped her put her foot on his thigh and raised her lehnga a little bit. She had the most beautiful feet he had ever seen. He was in a trance as her delicate foot rested snugly on his strong thigh; he gently took off her sandal and looked up, "this ankle has an anklet…..it must be the other one."


"Armaan! What the hell do you think you are doing? I am not falling for your dirty tricks any more!" she pulled her foot away and was about to step into her high heeled sandal when her foot tripped on her lehnga. She came down flying into Armaan's arms as her dinner plate flew and landed on Peter's face!



There was a crowd around them now. Riddhima in Armaan's arms and Peter wiping the curry from his face and shirt was quite a sight for everyone.


Riddhima's cheeks were burning with embarrassment; she tried to get up but her other foot got stuck in her lehnga this time. She would have tripped again, but Armaan rescued her one more time. By now, Riddhima's lehnga had risen up all the way to her knees. Armaan glanced at her beautiful calves and exclaimed, "I was right Cinderella…..this anklet is indeed yours."



Riddhima looked down at her other foot- Armaan was right! That missing anklet was indeed hers.



Everyone clapped and cheered at the sweet and romantic scene. Armaan placed Riddhima down on the floor gently and placed the missing anklet on her ankle. His fingers brushed ever so lightly on her skin, sending shivers down her spine once again. Why did she feel like that each time he touched her?



"How sweet! Modern Cinderella and her Indian Prince!" Hinna clapped loudly. She gave Riddhima a hand and helped her on her feet.



Riddhima was red as a beetroot, "where is Peter?"



"He is busy cleaning up the mess you made sweety," Hinna chuckled, "thanks Armaan bhai…..maan gaye aapko!" she winked at him and helped Riddhima walk off from there.



Armaan smiled wickedly and recited a sher:


'Na guzarna EID ke din kisi masjid ke saamne se
Kahin log chaand samajh kar roza na thod dein
Hokar khafa khuda tumse kahin,
Chaand jaise chehre banana na chhod dein'

( from hindishayari.com)


"Wah wah Armaan miya….kya baat hai?" Arjun slapped Armaan's back, "lagta hai aap tho gaye kaam se?"



Muskaan and Aaliyah teased him, "lagta hai saat samunder se aayi pari hamare Armaan bhai ke dil par chaa gayi hai."


Armaan blushed a little, "nahin aisi koi baat nahin hai…yeh tho ek purana sher hai…..aisi hi yaad aa gaya."



"Jab mujh se milne aaye the Armaan…tab tho koi sher yaad nahin aaya tha aapko?" Arohi teased him.



"Arjun bhai maar daalte mujhey," Armaan chuckled, "chaliye…sab khaana khaate hain…..then we have to dance more."



"Armaan bhai….ab zara close dancing ho jaaye…..tumhare Rahul bhai ke saath close dancing kare arsaa ho gaya," Muskaan chuckled and teased her husband Rahul, who turned red himself, "Arre Muskaan…kaisi baat karti ho?"




"Yes Rahul bhai….close dancing it shall be…..where are Hinna and Ranbir? I am sure they would love it!" Armaan exclaimed.



Peter was back after washing and changing up, "Hey Khripah…..did I miss anything?"



"No you didn't hun," Riddhima smiled, "I am sorry for the accident."




"Naa…that's fine…I am jealous though," Peter winked.


"Jealous? Why?" Riddhima was amused



"You fell in his arms," Peter grinned.


Riddhima was pleased that Peter was possessive about her, "hmmm…..possessive huh?"



"I am……I wish it was me," Peter sighed.



Riddhima rolled her tongue and thought, "so Peter would have loved it if I fell into his lap instead…..maybe I should flirt with Armaan a bit…..that way Peter would get more possessive about me."




"Ladies and Gentlemen……we are now going to have our very own Armaan Malliksing a slow number for all our young and old couples to dance on," Ranbir's friend announced.




There was a loud applause as Armaan took the mike, "yeh gaana un sab haseeno ke liye hai jinki aankhon mein ek ajab sa nasha…..ek ajab si adaa hai……jinhey dekh kar har aashiq ka dil ek patang ki tarah aasmaan mein udhne lagta hai," he looked in Riddhima's direction and started humming:



"Aankhon mein teri ajab si" from OSO

Please watch this hot AA and ZK VM by Muniza:

http://www.badongo.com/vid/537768




Aankhon mein teri
Ajab si ajab si adayein hai
hoo Aankhon mein teri
Ajab si ajab si adayein hai

Dil ko banade jo patang saa se
Yeh teri woh haawaien hai >2



Arjun and Arohi stared at each other and took to the dance floor. So did, Rahul and Muskaan. Hinna and Ranbir followed all the couples too. Soon the dance floor was full of elderly as well as young couples- Hinna and Ranbir's parents, Armaan's parents were all dancing to the beautiful song.




Riddhima was hoping Armaan would ask her to dance so she could tease Peter a little. But instead, Armaan continued to sing and exchanged glances with her off and on. Riddhima had taken ballroom dancing classes in the US and was confident of her skill on the dance floor on this number.


Aai aise raat hai jo
Bhahut khushnaseeb hai
Chahe jise door se duniya
Woh mere kareeb hai
Kitna kuch kehna hai
Phir bhi hai dil mein
Saawal hai kahin
Sapno mein jo roj kaha hai
Woh phir se kahun ya nahi




Finally, Riddhima gave her hand to Peter and they started waltzing to Armaan's melodious voice.


At one point, Peter twirled Riddhima with his hands, and she landed in Armaan's arms once again.



Armaan placed his arm around her waist and started dancing with her. Riddhima's arms instinctively rested on his chest as they gazed into each other's eyes. Armaan pulled her a little closer as they whirled around the room.


Aankhon mein teri
Ajab si ajab si adayein hai
hoo Aankhon mein teri
Ajab si ajab si adayein hai

Dil ko banade jo patang saa se

Yeh teri woh haawaien hai


Riddhima could feel his heart beating against her chest; his warm breaths covered her face as he continued to sing. She had never been this close to a man before; his cologne and masculine fragrance stirred something inside her- she had never felt that way ever- even Peter did not evoke such emotions in her……what was happening here? She wondered and looked away from his piercing eyes.


Armaan crooned:


Tere saath saath esha
Koi noor aaya hai
Chand teri roshni ka
Halka sa ek saaya hai
Teri nazaron ne dil ka Kiya jo hasar
Asar yeh hua

Abb inmein hi doob ke ho jau paar
Yehi hai Dua


He pulled her closer; their faces were inches apart. Her lips parted instinctively as if it would be natural for him to kiss her. But he kept singing:



Aankhon mein teri
Ajab si ajab si adayein hai
hoo Aankhon mein teri
Ajab si ajab si adayein hai

Dil ko banade jo patang saa se
Yeh teri woh haawaien hai


The song concluded but most couples stayed in each other's arms; Armaan's voice had sent everyone into a trance. Riddhima's eyes were closed and she was unaware that the beautiful song had just ended. She did not understand the lyrics but knew he was talking about her eyes. How she wished she could understand what he had just sung? Why did I not focus on my Hindi classes at the temple? She kicked herself but opened her eyes as she felt a tap on her shoulder.



"Had fun?" Peter stood behind smiling at her. He looked at Armaan, "lovely voice…..beautiful song….can you translate it for me?"



"Jiski aankhon ke liye gaaya tha maine…..usey shayad samajh aa gaya hai…..Peter…..maybe next time," Armaan grinned and walked away.


PART 9:


That night after the sangeet ceremony, Riddhima stayed wide awake in bed. It had been a busy and eventful evening; she had met so many people, but the one person who had affected her most was this Armaan guy. The moment she tried to shut her eyes, his face, his smile, his voice invaded her thoughts.




"What the hell?" she sat up with a jolt, "it was just a party…..one meets all types of people at such events……why is this guy not letting me sleep? Oh well….it is probably jet lag," she got up and walked out to the balcony. She shut her eyes and tried to think about Peter….she got a chuckle thinking about how jealous he had been when he saw her with Armaan, "I bet by the end of this trip, Peter would be head over heels in love with me…..I can see it in his eyes…..now I feel a little relieved…..I better get some sleep now….Hinna wants me to go shopping with her in the morning…..I can't afford to be tired."


She went back to her pillow and as soon as she shut her eyes, Armaan's voice flooded her thoughts again……aankhon mein teri…..ajab si….ajab si…



Riddhima sat up again and took out her laptop, "I have to find the meaning of this song," she found her Hindi/Urdu to English dictionary program and typed in the words she could remember, "Oh..MY…GOD! What beautiful lyrics…..NO……. he could not have sung them for me……he is probably a professional singer……I bet he had rehearsed that song before…..he was just flirting with me," she shut her laptop and walked towards the dresser. She saw her reflection in the mirror and focused on her eyes, "did he really find my eyes that beautiful? I did not even have my green lenses on tonight."


As she got ready to go back to bed, she heard someone singing in the next room. She stepped out into the hallway and heard Arohi singing. Riddhima was intrigued by the song; it sounded like another romantic number, but now she was curious to understand the lyrics. She dashed for her laptop and sat outside Arohi's room.


Arohi sang the song to Arjun on the phone:

"Mainu ishq da lagya rog" from "Dil hai ki manta nahin"

http://www.smashits.com/tsearch/music/song...manta-nahi.html



mainoo ishk daa lagiyaa rog meree bachane dee naeeyo ummeed
muz se kahane lage hain log meree bachane dee naeeyo ummeed

ishk ne jalaa diyaa, sabakuchh bhoolaa diyaa
ishk ne dekho kaisaa apanaa haal banaa diyaa
kaisee hain bekhudee, kaisee agan lagee
jab se ishk huaa hai, tab se duniyaan lage nayee
ye dil hain ke maane naa, paagal kuchh bhee jaane naa

ishk ne banaa diyaa, ishk ne mitaa diyaa
ishk ne tuz ko muz ko kyaa duniyaan ko zukaa diyaa
ishk mein mar jaaye, aa kuchh kar jaaye
ishk kee khushaboo se saare aalam ko mahakaye
pyaar mein tere jaana-ye-jaa, maine chhodaa hain saaraa jahaan




"How sweet!" Riddhima exclaimed to herself as she translated the song, "what's up with Indians?…..They love to express themselves with music….. the Bollywood musicals sure have had an impact on their lives…..hmm….ishq da rog…..lovesick……aww….Arohi…..you are really in love with Arjun…..maine chhoda hai saara jahan…….hmmm…..do people really give up everything for their love? NAA……it just sounds romantic…..can I give up everything for Peter? Mmm……may be not…..I like him but not that much…..I don't think I can give up everything for one person….these guys are crazy here," she chuckled as she typed in the lyrics on her software.


At the Mallik residence, Armaan himself could not get a wink of sleep. He finally sat up and turned on his lights. He pulled out his canvas and paints, "kaun thi yeh ladki? Riddhima….kitna pyaara naam hai……jaisi khud hai…..waisa hi meetha naam hai….kya yeh hi wo ladki hai jiska main kab se intezaar kar raha tha?"


'Pehli nazar ka pehla nasha
Dil mein utarta jaaye sanam
Sharmake mujhse milna tera
Jaadoo sa karta jaaye sanam
Yeh beqarari aisi khumari
Pehle kabhi to mujhpe na hui
Kabhi dil pe yoon bekhudi to nahin thi
Kisise mujhe aashiqui to nahin thi
Magar yeh achanak hua kya……..'




Armaan had a particular talent of reproducing images by memory. Riddhima's image haunted him that night; he knew if he started now, he could capture her beauty the way he remembered it. He had been totally bowled over by her eyes…..her face…her hair…..her fragrance when she danced with him……he even liked her American accent……her husky voice……her beautiful long neck…..her ankles…..there could not be a woman more beautiful than her, "yah allah……lagta hai mujhey is American pari se sach much mohabbat ho gayi hai……aur wo aankhein……maula……itni haseen aankhein aaj tak nahin dekhein" he sighed as he kept working and then humming this song:

(Shelly- ur request)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcKhEXJfMIA



maula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere - 4
aankhein teri - 2, kitni haseen
ki inkaa aashiq, mein ban gayaa hoon
mujhako basaa le, iname tu
(ishq hai
maula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere - 2) - 3
ki inakaa aashiq, mein ban gayaa hoon
mujhako basaa le, iname tu
mujhase yeh har ghadi, meraa dil kahe
tum hi ho usaki aarzoo
mujhase yeh har ghadi, mere lab kahe
teri hi ho sab guftagoo
baatein teri itni haseen, main yaad inko jab kartaa hoon
phoolon si aaye, khushaboo
rakh loon chhupaa ke main kahin tujhako
saayaa bhi teraa naa main doon
rakh loon banaa ke kahin ghar, main tujhe
saath tere, main hi rahoon
julfen teri, itni ghani
dekh ke inako, yeh sochataa hoon
saaye me, inake main jiyoon
(ishq hai
maula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere - 2) - 3
(meraa dil yahi bolaa, meraa dil yahi bolaa,
yaara raaj yeh usane hai mujh par kholaa
ki hai ishq mohabbat, jiske dil mein
usko pasand karta hai maulaa) – 3



By early morning, Armaan had recreated Riddhima's beautiful eyes on his canvas, "I will work on the rest later," he kissed her thick eyelashes and stared at her, "ab main jahan bhi jaaoonga…..tumhari nazron se kabhie door nahin jaa paaoonga."




Arjun and Arohi stayed glued to each other all night through their phone romance. Both were very happy that night as Arjun's ammi and Arohi's parents had consented to their alliance at the party.


NEXT MORNING:


Riddhima, dressed in jeans and a sleeveless top with a denim jacket thrown over it, and Peter joined everyone for breakfast, "Good morning everyone."




"Good morning…good morning…..I hope you all slept well after a hectic evening," Adi Hasan greeted them at the table.




"Yes of course Mr Hasan…..I slept like a log," Peter smiled.


"Me too phoophaji," Hinna grinned, "I have a busy day today….I needed the rest."


Arohi and Riddhima remained silent. Their swollen red eyes did not need an explanation.


'Ghum neend kii aagosh mein hone nahin deti,
Raatoon ko tasvir teri sone nahin deti'


Armaan walked in and recited the sher in his deep voice, "aadab….good morning….can I join you all for breakfast?"



"Aao Armaan…..wah kya sher farmaaya hai janaab aapne……good morning……yeh tho hamari khush kismati hai ki tum hamare saath breakfast karoge," Adi Hasan smiled.


"Hey Good morning Armaan," Peter's eyes lit up.




Armaan just nodded and greeted everyone. Riddhima gave him a faint smile and then stared at her plate. She did not want to look into his eyes again; his eyes had haunted her all night and she did not want to ruin her day now.




"Looks like quite a few of us had a sleepless night," Armaan remarked, "Kyun Arohi? Arjun miya ki yaad sataati rahi tumhein?" he teased a red eyed Arohi.


"Armaan…aapki aankhein bhi tho sooji huyi hain," Arohi chuckled. Riddhima was beginning to get a hang of what they were talking.




Riddhima smiled and teased Arohi in her accented Hindi/Punjabi, "ishq ka rog lagya na?"


Arohi turned red, "you heard me last night?" she whispered in her ear.



"mainoo ishk daa lagiyaa rog meree bachane dee naeeyo ummeed…….
So you were up all night too?" Armaan hummed the song and asked Riddhima.



"Oh….well….jet lag…..I have still not gotten used to the Indian routine," she made up an excuse.


"Don't worry Riddhima…..we will make sure you get used to the Indian routine…..and much more!" Armaan grinned and continued to stare at her. Riddhima looked away; his piercing gaze made her uneasy, "Oh…I am here for a mere 3 weeks….I don't really need to know the Indian routine."




"3 weeks? Wow….that is a long time!" Armaan exclaimed.



"Yeah…after the wedding, Khripah and I will take a vacation all over the country," Peter added.




"Hmm….vacation? Good idea! Do you have an itinerary?" Armaan asked.




"Khripah? Do we?" Peter asked.



"Sort of," she stared at her plate and answered.



"Armaan bhai! Why don't you make one for them? You love to travel…don't you?" Hinna said excitedly.




"Sure….my services are always available…..you know how I love to travel in India…..in fact…..I can accompany you guys and be your local guide," Armaan asked expectantly.


"Fabulous! Awesome!" Peter almost jumped off the chair, "we would love that….Khripah….wouldn't we?"


Riddhima had no choice, but she wondered why Peter was that excited- on the contrary he should be jealous- but she could not say NO. The trip with Armaan would give her an opportunity to find out Peter's true feelings for her, "Ok….if that is not too inconvenient for you," she looked at Armaan at last.


"That would be his pleasure Riddhima," Hinna winked at Armaan, making him blush at her comment.




"So Hinna," Armaan tried to change the topic, "need more jewelry?"



"Of course! That would be great!" Hinna was thrilled at the suggestion.



"Hinna….don't you have enough beta?" Hinna's mom asked



"Mom! A woman can never have enough jewelry," Hinna whined, "yes Armaan bhai…..I would love to get more jewelry….and that too from Mallik Jewelers…..let me ask Ranbir to meet us there."



"I would love to see Indian jewelry," Peter added, "c'mon khripah….let's go too."



Riddhima smiled, "as you wish Peter," she was hoping he would buy something for her.



Arohi decided to stay home as she knew it would be difficult for Arjun to afford anything from Mallik Jewelers, 'nahin mujhey college jaana hai," she excused herself.




Armaan drove Hinna, her parents, Riddhima and Peter to his family's jewelry store.




They were greeted warmly by Shahnawaaz and Rahul Mallik, "aadab…aadab….aaiye…..hamari khush kismati ki Hinna bitiya ke nikaah mein hamare store se kuch kharidein aap."


They were all taken to a private room inside the store. Riddhima was blown away by the designs and variety of jewelry at the store. How she wished she could afford even some of it? Her parents would never be able to afford something that outrageous and she was still a student. She did work at the local Starbuck's store, but that barely covered her expenses on movies, clothes, purses and shoes. Expensive jewelry was out of question.




Riddhima and Peter were impressed with the Mallik's hospitality; they were served drinks and mithai as soon as they sat down at the counter. Hinna, her parents and Ranbir got busy with Rahul and Billy Mallik.




"Anything for you Riddhima?" Armaan came up behind the counter and asked.


"Oh…no…I am just looking….these are exquisite," she scanned the sparkling sets behind the glass.


"Tum se zyaada nahin," Armaan added softly.


"Excuse me?" Riddhima asked.


"Nothing…..here….look at this bracelet," Armaan pulled out a beautiful, but elegant diamond bracelet, "May I?" he asked her to try it.



"Oh No….that would be too expensive," she said.



"Oh c'mon Khripah…try it…..it is beautiful!" Peter encouraged her.


"Ok…I will try it," she was hoping Peter would offer to buy it for her if she liked it.




"You may need to remove your jacket," Armaan smiled suggestively. Riddhima was a little taken aback; why was she so conscious about herself in front of this Indian man? She wore sleeveless tops and short skirts all the time, but why was she hesitating in removing her jacket in front of Armaan? It was almost as if he had asked her to undress in front of him.


She took off her jacket slowly and hung it behind her. Armaan could not help noticing her beautiful, silky arms and shoulders, "Khuda ne bahut fursat mein banaya hai tumhein,' he muttered under his breath.




"Uh…excuse me?" she asked.


"Nothing," he smiled.



His habit of saying something and then dismissing it as 'nothing' was getting on her nerves now, "why couldn't he speak loudly and IN ENGLISH? But why should he? That was his mother tongue…..he lived here…..it was up to her to learn and understand what he was saying. Something told her that he praised her beauty and looks each time- now she really wanted to understand his poems and little one-liners."



Armaan snapped the bracelet on her wrist gently and held her hand, "subhan'allah!"



"I know what that means…..it's like praising God's creation…isn't it?" Peter asked.


Riddhima blushed a little and pulled her hand away, "it is indeed beautiful."



"It's yours," Armaan raised his hand.


"How much is it?" Riddhima asked.


"I don't know…..it is priceless as far as I am concerned…..because it belongs to you now," Armaan grinned.


"I am sorry…I can't accept such an expensive gift," she took off the bracelet, "I can't afford it."



Armaan was impressed; even though she was from the US and had an air of arrogance around her; she was still grounded and did not want to stretch herself if she could not afford it.




"Poori Gujarati marwaadi hain aap?" he asked.


"Of course I am!" Riddhima snapped back; this was the first time she had related herself to being a Gujarati marwadi- she had heard that phrase many times at home and knew what Armaan was alluding to, "we don't spend beyond our means Armaan."



"Ok….how about I offer you a discounted price?" Armaan asked.


"How much?" she asked


"Let me calculate…..hmmm….how about $500.00 with discount?" he calculated. It was at least 75% off the retail, but he really wanted her to have it.


"How about $450.00?" she asked.


Armaan chuckled, "I like that…..you are a bargain shopper..huh?"




"That is because I have only $1000.00 on my credit card…..I want to keep some money for the rest of my trip," she said.




"Done deal!" Armaan said and then added, "let me get that engraved with your initials," he snapped off the bracelet and gave it to a lady, "is par KP initials lagaane hain."




Riddhima was surprised at herself; normally when she went shopping with her friends back in the US, she had a tendency to show off and over spend at times. Deep down, she had always learnt from her family that one should spend within our means, never live on credit like Americans do- this was the first time she had practiced her parent's values in real life. She was disappointed that Peter did not offer to pay her bill- after all he was her boyfriend- or at least that is what she thought he was. But she felt good in a way that she managed to get a good bargain and that too with her own money.




"Hey….show me some earrings Armaan," Peter asked.


Riddhima smiled at herself, "so he wants to buy me earrings? That's OK….i will settle for that."


"Sure!" Armaan took out some diamond earrings and studs.


"Hey Armaan…..can you help me try this pair," Peter pointed to a pair of diamond studs.


Riddhima was flabbergasted, "why does he want to wear those?" she thought.


"I want to look like an Indian Prince," Peter smiled at a shocked Riddhima, "Armaan…please put them on for me," he was hoping Armaan would come near him on that pretext.




"Sakina!" Armaan called for a sales woman, "zara in saheb ko yeh studs pehnaa dena…..America se aaye hain…..kuch khaas jaante nahin hain…..bas shor zyaada machaate hain."




Riddhima understood what Armaan had just said and tried to suppress her laughter- somehow she did not mind if Armaan made fun of Peter. She herself was getting irked by Peter's antics and found it funny that Armaan asked his assistant to help him.




"Thanks Armaan," she took her box and snapped her bracelet back on after it had been engraved.


"Yeh OM kisne diya aapko?" Armaan stared at her pendant on her chest.


"Merri naani ne," she answered in her accented Hindi. She remembered how she had lied to Peter in the US that she had just picked it at a jewelry store; Peter was too engrossed in the earrings and thankfully did not pay attention to what she had just said.



"It is beautiful," he added, "are you planning to visit her?"




"No…she is no more," Riddhima lowered her eyes.



"Looks like you were close to her?" Armaan asked.


Riddhima just nodded, " yes I was…..whenever we came to India….she was the only one who loved me."


Armaan felt sorry for her, "well we should definitely visit the rest of your family during your India tour…..you will be surprised how many of your relatives still love you."



Riddhima was dumfounded- what crap was he suggesting? There was no way she would visit her ancestral village in Gujarat….and that too with Peter?????



"Hey how do I look?" Peter asked as he admired himself in the mirror.


"Great!" Riddhima mocked at him, "Don't even try to look like an Indian Prince Peter…..because you are not!"


"Oh…come on……I think I look sexy," Peter admired himself in the mirror again.


"Sexy indeed!" Armaan winked at Peter sarcastically and walked away.


Peter almost fainted at Armaan's remark. Riddhima did not find men attractive in jewelry and decided to look at what Hinna was buying. She was getting a little suspicious about Peter now, but decided to not make too much of it- Peter was probably just enchanted with the whole Indian experience…..nothing more.
PART 10: sorry guys short part….busy at work



The next few days went by in frenzy. Riddhima and Peter remained silent observers through Hinna's pre-wedding ceremonies. Armaan stopped by at the Hasan's house at one pretext or another; of course his main purpose was to see Riddhima. Riddhima became a little more relaxed when he was around-in fact she looked forward to his visits; they spent time going over their itinerary and made changes to their previous reservations based on Armaan's recommendations. Peter just sat and admired the way Armaan talked and carried himself- he was completely smitten by him and agreed to whatever Armaan suggested.


Riddhima enjoyed the attention Armaan gave to her and she started secretly noting down Armaan's poems and shers on her little notepad when he wasn't around. Later at night, she translated the poems with the help of her lexicon and software program. Her great ability to memorize things helped her remember the poems even if she did not understand them well.


Riddhima sensed that both Peter and she were almost competing for Armaan's attention. Riddhima, who liked to control things her way, loved to argue and discuss their plans with Armaan in detail. Armaan was extremely patient with Riddhima and loved to hear her arguments on every little topic, "Riddhima….are you planning to become a lawyer?"



"How do you know?" she was surprised.



"A wild guess," Armaan chuckled and admired her no-make up look. She looked so pretty…..so innocent and almost child-like without the make-up she had on most days he had met her.




"You are right," she became a little conscious as his eyes gazed at her face, and looked away, "I want to go to law school."



"I think you would make a good lawyer," he smiled.



"My parents want me to become a doctor or an engineer like all desi kids……or may be hotel management so I can take care of their motel business……they think minority female lawyers have it tough," Riddhima sighed.




"No that is not true Khripah……my parent's divorce lawyer was an Indian woman," Peter added.



Armaan grinned, "you should do what makes you happy…..look at me…..i am good for nothing……I just write poetry, compose songs and paint…..my father would love it if I joined their jewelry business…..but then I would end up selling everything on discount…..specially if a couple of beautiful people walk in," Armaan whispered the last part into Riddhima's ears and winked at Peter.




She almost felt his lips brush against her ear sending a shiver down her spine. She expected herself to loathe another man, and that too an Indian flirting so openly with her, but why was she enjoying it? Peter just stood there with an ear to ear smile, "Oh Armaan…..you would be good in whatever you do."




Riddhima was beginning to find Peter's Armaan-worship a little annoying- he just followed Armaan like a little lamb, unlike Riddhima who loved to get into discussions with Armaan.


Next day as they sat around with maps, airplane schedules and travel brochures in Riddhima's room, Armaan asked Riddhima, "You like things your way…don't you?" Peter was away enjoying one of the ceremonies downstairs.


Riddhima was a little surprised by his sudden remark, "well….I guess…..well……when we were in the US, Peter had made some other suggestions about what he wanted to see in India, but now he just does not seem to care where I want to go…..he just wants to please you!"



Armaan rolled his tongue and cleared his throat, "well….I assume he is your boyfriend…..so you know him better than I do….it is up to you guys where you want to go…..I am just your local guide……so he is your boyfriend……right?"



Riddhima looked away and fumbled a little, "well…yeah…no….yeah….he is …is…my boyfriend…of course HE IS!"



"You had to give it a lot of thought…..looks like you are not sure," Armaan looked into her eyes.



"Of course I am!" Riddhima was incensed by Armaan probing into her life; he had no right to ask her personal questions- Peter and her relationship was none of his business!



"Sorry….I guess it is none of my business," Armaan smirked.



" Indians have a nasty habit of being too nosey," Riddhima replied angrily.




Armaan was a little offended by that comment, "Indians? Or some people? How can you generalize your opinion about 1 billion people living in this country? I think Americans have a nasty habit of making opinions about people without really knowing them……so what are you Riddhima?" he asked softly, "Indian or American?"



"I thought you are different from all the other Indian people I have always met…..why do you all want me to be either Indian or American? Why do I have to pick sides? Why can't I just be me…myself…..neither Indian…nor American?" she looked at him angrily. This was the first time Riddhima had ever argued with anyone about her identity. So far, she had always wanted to be identified as an American- but why did she want Armaan to look beyond her Indian-ness or American-ness……why did she want Armaan to know her for who she was rather than which culture/country she belonged to?



"Riddhima……you are right…..I have never seen you as an Indian or an American," he moved closer, "as far as I am concerned…..you are just Riddhima…….but I can't stand it when people become opinionated about a community……I hope you understand that ALL Indians are not nosey…..only some people are……and I guess I was being one…..I am sorry about that…..I will catch up with you later….bye," he walked off to be stopped at the doorway by Peter, "Hey Armaan…..don't go man….I need to talk to you."




Armaan cringed as Peter put his arm around him, "Uh…excuse me Peter….got to go! I will catch up with you later."



"But when?" Peter said dejectedly as Armaan ran out the door.


"Peter! I need to talk to you," Riddhima said, "Peter….can we tour India as per our original plan? Why does Armaan need to go with us?"



"Oh….he does…..he is the best Khripah…..he knows everything about India……we can't go without him……but why don't you want him to go with us?" Peter was surprised.




"Oh….I don't know…..Indian men can be irritating sometimes," she sounded frustrated. She was annoyed at herself for upsetting Armaan- why did she care how he felt? She was confused about her own feelings now……was Peter really her boyfriend? Was it just her delusion?




She touched her bracelet on her wrist and remembered how Armaan had held her hand and slipped the elegant piece of jewelry on her wrist. Since then, she had met Armaan several times, but they had not been as close as they were at the dance on the sangeet night or at the jewelry store- why was she craving his touch all of a sudden?


"No Riddhima! Indian men are the best…..you just need to understand them," Peter smiled and walked out behind Armaan. Riddhima just shook her head and closed her eyes, "why is Peter acting so strange? He has gone bonkers in India……I am almost embarrassed to call him my boyfriend…..and I hate those diamond studs on him!"




Hinna and Ranbir finally got married after two lavish ceremonies. A big Hindu wedding at the Kapoor's was followed by a nikaah ceremony at the Hasan's. Riddhima was dressed in a pink lehnga for the wedding and enjoyed herself thoroughly. She had never had so much fun at a wedding before. She had always imagined having a white church wedding for herself, but tonight after seeing Hinna get married, she could not help thinking, "what if I have a wedding like this one?"




"Loved the wedding?" Armaan came from behind and took her by surprise.



Riddhima was stunned, "Uh….how did you know what I was thinking about?"



Armaan, dressed in a navy blue sherwani looked dashing himself, shrugged his shoulder, "I could read it in your eyes."



Riddhima chuckled, "get out of here Armaan…..you are a poet…..and imagine half the things in your head……how can you read my mind through my eyes?" she rolled her eyes and asked.




Armaan gazed into her eyes, "I cannot read your mind…..par tumhare dil ki baat sun sakta hoon," he whispered.



Her face turned red at his comment; she tried to hide her feelings, "dil ki baat?" in her accented Hindi.


'Dil Ki Baat Zubaan Tak Laana Kitna Mushkil Hai
Haal-e-Dil Un Ko Sunaana Kitna Mushkil Hai
Roz Muhjse ek hi Tamanaa Karta Hai Yeh Mera Dil
Is Nadaan dil Ko Samjhaana Kitna Mushkil Hai'



"Armaan….please translate that for me," Riddhima asked softly. She had never asked him to do that before, but tonight she had a strong urge to know what he had just said. Her heart was beating fast as she anxiously waited for her reply. She wanted to know everything this mysterious man had just said, "please Armaan."




"Armaan bhai…..aapko bula rahe hain….Hinna ki vidai ka time ho gaya hai," Aaliyah approached them, "Hi Riddhima….you look great…as usual…..do you know…..you have driven my brother crazy……come check out your portrait in his room."




Armaan turned red with embarrassment, "Aaliyah ki bacchi! Yeh sab bolna zaroori hai?"



Riddhima was floored, "you made my portrait?"



Armaan shuffled his feet, "well…kind of…..it is still incomplete…..I love to paint…..I love all God's creations……be it a beautiful lady…or a beautiful child…..that is just my passion."




"Thanks for letting me know Aaliyah…..I can tell my friends back home that I have my own fan following," Riddhima gave Armaan a mischievous look and followed Aaliyah.



An embarrassed Armaan just cursed his sister and followed the two women. He wasn't sure how Riddhima would when she found out how bowled over he was by his 'American pari.'

PART 11:


(Disclaimer- my story is a romantic story between the main characters Z and K, so please don't be disappointed if I don't describe all the places in India in detail. This story has a lot more twists and turns in the future and I don't want to write too many chapters on sightseeing...I am not good at describing places anyways...I hope u will understand)


After the wedding, an exhausted Riddhima walked back to her room. She was going to miss her Hinna, but not for too long as Hinna and Ranbir would be back in Chicago after their 2 week honeymoon in Hawaii. Riddhima and Peter were scheduled to leave for their trip next morning; she still had a lot of packing to do and rushed to her room.


She thought about Aaliyah's comment about Armaan painting her portrait, "he is crazy…..I bet I can't take him that seriously…..he couldn't just have fallen for me after a few meetings…..I am sure women are just a habit for him," she shook her head and paused for a moment as she heard some heated discussions from the library. Although Riddhima claimed that only Indians were NOSEY, she could not help stopping outside the library and peeking inside.


"Abbu….lekin Arjun ko yeh kabhie gawaara nahin hoga," a tearful Arohi was talking to her dad. Riddhima tried to make head or tail of the conversation. She ran to her room and fetched her lexicon.


"Arohi……hum yeh nahin keh rahe ki Arjun ke saath tumhara nikaah nahin ho sakta…..lekin yeh tho socho…..tum kitne laadh pyaar aur ek oonche ghar mein pali ho…..Arjun kaise tumhari dekh baal kar paayega? Wo abhi college mein hai…..aur abhi law karne ki soch raha hai…..kaise guzaara hoga tum logon ka? Bas ek hi tareeka hai….Arjun ko ghar-jamai ban naa hoga," Adi Hasan argued.


Riddhima's eyes popped as she looked at the meaning of 'ghar-jamai.'


"Lekin abbu….……Arjun…. Arjun kabhie ghar-jamaai nahin banenge…..main unhein jaanti hoon abbu……wo bahut khuddari hain….wo…wo," Arohi started bawling.


"Beti," Arohi's mom consoled her, 'hum tumhari bhalai ke liye hi yeh sab keh rahe hain…..kya harz hai agar Arjun hamare saath is ghar mein reh le?"


"Excuse me!" Riddhima knocked gently at the door, 'can I interrupt?"


"Yes…yes…..please come in Riddhima beti," Adi Hasan could not refuse his guest, even if she was intruding into their private conversation.


"I couldn't help overhearing your conversation…….may I make a suggestion?" Riddhima asked hesitantly. This would be a total NO NO at one of her American friend's home, but for some reason, she wanted to help Arohi through this crisis. She had gathered that Arohi did not have the guts to confront her parents, so she decided to help her out.



"Uh…Uh," Adi Hasan was a little taken aback but said politely, "Haan…haan…..bolo beti."



"Uncle…..why don't you get them engaged now and let them complete their education? Once Arjun has a good job as a lawyer, they can get married…..what is the hurry to marry them off now? Later, they should have the right to live their life the way they want and where they want…..if Arohi loves Arjun…..I am sure she would not mind waiting for him." Riddhima asked.


"You don't understand beti…..in India we like our daughters to get married early…..especially once they have chosen their life partner," Adi removed his glasses and sighed, "this is not America beti…..if something happens….we will not be able to show out face to anyone in the community."


"Uncle….you have to trust your daughter," Riddhima touched Arohi's shoulder, "she is not the kind of girl who would do anything against her parent's wishes….we all know our limits uncle" Riddhima added softly. She did not know why she had just said that- she had been so rude to her own parents just a few weeks ago- 'It is my life….and I can choose to sleep with whomever I want and whenever I want'……still echoed in her mind. Riddhima felt guilty and for the first time thought how her parent's feelings must have been hurt by her ruthless statement.


Adi Hasan looked at his wife, "kyun? Yeh idea bura nahin hai…..Arohi," he looked at his daughter next, "Riddhima theek kehti hai…tumhari sagai kar dete hain…..lekin is vaade par ki tum dono nikaah padhai khatam hone ke baad hi karoge…..aur aisa kuch nahin karoge jis se hamari naak neechi ho?"


"Shukriya abbu," Arohi smiled through her tears and hugged her parents. She thanked Riddhima, "thanks Riddhima…..I am grateful to you."


Riddhima went back to her room and before packing her bags, called her parents. she had not done that so far. It was Hinna who had informed them of her safe arrival in India.



'Hi mom...hi...I just called to see how you and dad were doing...yeah...I am fine...the wedding was great...I am leaving for a 2 week trip of India tomorrow...yes mom...I will take care of myself...aap chinta mat karo!" she added the last bit in Hindi and hung up. Padma was pleasantly surprised and ran to give the good news to Shashank. Even small and simple gestures like a phone call from their daughter was a reason to rejoice at the Gupta household.


NEXT MORNING:


'Kuch door hamare saath chalo
Hum dil ki kahani kehdein ge
Samjhe na tum jisse aankhon se
Woh baat zubaani kehdein ge'


Armaan hummed this ghazal as he walked in to pick his tourists.


"So no Goa on our itinerary?" Peter was dismayed when he finally realized that they were going to start their tour in Kanyakumari, the southernmost tip of India.


"You have been to Miami beach?" Armaan asked.


"Of course," said Peter shyly, "I love Miami beach!" (parts of Miami beach are Gay paradise)



"Then Goa is NOTHING!" Armaan answered mischievously. Riddhima wondered what Armaan meant by that statement as she had heard so many good things about Goa; maybe she would visit Goa with Peter towards the end of their trip- she made a mental note to make sure they arrived back in Mumbai a couple days before their scheduled departure.




Riddhima packed her usual skirts, jeans, capris and shorts for their trip.


"Make sure you take some of my salwaar kameez's," Arohi walked into Riddhima's room and offered, "some parts of India are still a little conservative."



"Tough Arohi……I ain't going to change for some people I don't even know or care about,' Riddhima answered arrogantly, "I am not comfortable in Indian clothes…..wedding was a different story…..we had to look pretty and just sit around."



"Or dance with Armaan?" Arohi teased her, "so what do you think of Armaan Riddhima?"



"Oh well…..he is a nice and helpful guy……a little dreamy though…..not very practical," Riddhima replied and then zipped her bags.



"I think he likes you," Arohi smiled.




Riddhima smiled back, "really? That's news to me," she chuckled a little, "but he is not my type Arohi……so don't get any ideas……a lot of desi boys want to date me back home too…….but I am not interested…..I love the blue eyed blonde guys."




Arohi remained silent at that comment; she was grateful to Riddhima for last night's incident but she also knew how crazy Armaan was about Riddhima. Arohi did not have the heart to tell Armaan how Riddhima felt about him. May be with time, Riddhima would learn to appreciate Armaan's feelings. Arohi was clueless about Peter's background, so she just assumed that Riddhima and Peter were a couple.


Finally, Armaan, Riddhima and Peter set out for their 'Bharat darshan.'



Song in background as the three of them head out on their trip:


"Hamrahi jab ho mastana" from 'pukar'


http://www.sangeethouse.com/lyrics/song-1309.html



Ho, Ho, Phir Chalne Waale Rukte Hain Kahan

--MALE--
Ho, Ho, Phir Chalne Waale Rukte Hain Kahan
(Hamraahi Jab Ho Mastaana
Mauj Mein Ho Dil Deewaana
Phir Chalne Waale Rukte Hain Kahan) – 2


The next two weeks were probably be the happiest days of their lives as Riddhima and Armaan would later realize when they looked back.


To Riddhima's surprise, her mysterious man was a perfect guide, friend and host to them. Riddhima was amazed at the depth of knowledge Armaan had about various religions, languages, cultures and history about this vast country. Armaan made sure they were able to see most touristy as well as not so touristy places to get the right flavor of the country.


Within a span of 3 days, they had covered numerous historical sites including a wide array of beautiful, medieval temples and shrines in South India. Riddhima was aware of how ancient this country was, but for the first time appreciated the contribution of her ancestral fathers to the world civilization. She felt a sudden sense of pride at knowing that there was much more to history than just the American Revolution, Roman and Greek civilizations that they had learnt repeatedly in school and college.




Armaan was on a high; he had never been happier in life. Just having Riddhima at his side inspired him to compose and write many poems and songs. Whether they were outside, at a shrine, at a monument, at a temple, a church or a dargah, Armaan's eyes just looked out for Riddhima as Peter's did for Armaan.


Yeh Khumaar, Yeh Nasha, Jawaan Bekhudi
Din Vahan, Raat Yahan
(Hamraahi Jab Ho Mastaana
Mauj Mein Ho Dil Deewaana
Phir Chalne Waale Rukte Hain Kahan) – 2


Every so often, he would entertain Peter and Riddhima with his songs and shayari. He made it a point to translate them at the same time, "stop writing notes Riddhima…..I feel like I am your professor or something…..I will just translate them for you," he chuckled. Riddhima loved to hear him sing or recite poems in his deep, soulful voice. After a certain point she did not care what his poems met- just listening to him talk was enchanting enough for her.



They shopped like crazy. Armaan managed to take them to the most exquisite but non touristy shops. Getting a good deal was important to Riddhima, and Armaan made sure his 'marwadi Gujju' was not disappointed.


Dagmag Chalna Shaheron Mein, Baazaaron Mein
Maheke Maheke Phirna Gulzaaron Mein
Hum Dilwaale Chanchal Aise Tauba
Halchal Si Pad Jaaye Dildaaron Mein
Is Masti Mein Sab Chalta Hai


Armaan never made any comments on Riddhima's attire, but after visiting a few temples and ancient shrines in the south, she became conscious of her appearance. Not that anyone stared at her or made any snide remarks, she herself went out and purchased a few salwaar and churidaar suits.




"Khripah! You look great in these Indian outfits," Peter commented. For some reason, she did not care what Peter thought; Armaan's admiring and approving looks were enough for Riddhima to know that she looked desirable in her Indian outfits. Armaan's gaze always made her more aware of her womanhood-something Peter had never managed to do so far.


Ab Koi Kya Soch Raha Hai Hum Matwaale Kya Jaane
Arre Hum Matwaale Kya Jaane, Hum Matwaale Kya Jaane, Yea Yea Yea
Hamraahi Jab Ho Mastaana
Mauj Mein Ho Dil Deewaana
Phir Chalne Waale
Hamraahi Jab Ho Mastaana
Mauj Mein Ho Dil Deewaana
Phir Chalne Waale Rukte Hain Kahan – 2




Armaan and Riddhima became more comfortable around each other as the days went by. Their little arguments and discussions always ended up in teasing and pulling each other's legs rather than irritation or exasperation. Peter had started feeling a little isolated in their company. It was almost as if Peter was just a shadow and not a real person anymore……he was just an afterthought….


Peter's desire to visit some yoga ashrams also came true. Armaan and Riddhima dropped him at the ashrams and ventured out on their own-shopping, eating, roaming around or just sitting and talking. Riddhima had learnt quite a few phrases in Hindi/Urdu by now, although it was easy to get away with English almost anywhere in India, especially in the South. Armaan helped her learn how to order meals, ask for directions, have a basic conversation in Hindi.


Riddhima found out about Armaan's family, his religion, his friends but was not very forthcoming about her friends and family back in the US. She was amazed to see Armaan take breaks during the day to say his namaaz. Armaan was content to be with her and admire her beautiful smile; he never probed into her personal life. He knew how sensitive she was about that topic. He was convinced that even though Riddhima did not know the truth about Peter, she did not care about him as much as she claimed she did! On the contrary, he thought Peter cared about Riddhima more than she did- probably as a friend or a brother.


Armaan was sure that he was whole heartedly in love with this 'American pari' but he did not want to rush her or make her conscious of their relationship. He hid his love for her and never expressed it openly. He did not mind flirting with her openly and knew she kind of enjoyed the attention he gave her.


One day as they roamed around one of the bazaars near the Charminaar in Hyderabad, Armaan purchased a 'gajra' for her and quietly pinned it to her thick long hair.


"What was that Armaan?" she felt the back of her hair. Armaan took her near a parked car, "here check your reflection in the mirror." She could not help blushing, "I look like a typical Indian girl…..these flowers are so beautiful and have such a sweet fragrance."




"Not sweeter than you though," he smiled at her. Riddhima shook her head, "Armaan….you are incorrigible…..do you flirt with all women like that?"


Armaan decided to play on, "if they are beautiful then…. yes…."




"So you must have quite a few portraits sitting at home…..I bet you have met a lot of beautiful women before," Riddhima teased him as they walked away from the car.




"Do I look like a magnet for beautiful women?" he asked



Riddhima smiled and remained quiet; he was indeed very good looking, had great taste in clothes and carried himself well, "I guess most Indian women would find you very handsome," she rolled her tongue mischievously.




Armaan loved her complimenting him for a change and pulled out a set of bangles from his pocket. Riddhima watched him squeeze her hands in his warm, large hands and slip the bangles one by one onto her wrist, "Here you go my Indian Princess," he stared into her eyes and whispered, "so can I assume you are one of them?"

"One of whom?" Riddhima asked ignorantly.


"One of the Indian women who find me handsome?" he teased her and squeezed her hands tightly.



"Ouch! Armaan you are strong!" she yelled.



"You did not answer my question though," he smiled and this time squeezed her hands gently between his palms.


Chadhti Jawaani Teri Meri
Mil Jaane Mein Kaahe Ki Hai Teri
Josh Mein Aake Chal Nikle Hain Hum Yaara
Hone De Dhadkan Ki Hera Pheri
Pyaar Ki Rasmein Phir Sochenge
Theek Hai Kya Aur Galti Kya Hai Hum Matwaale Kya Jaane
Arre Hum Matwaale Kya Jaane, Hum Matwaale Kya Jaane, Yea Yea Yea
Hamraahi Jab Ho Mastaana
Mauj Mein Ho Dil Deewaana
Phir Chalne Waale Rukte Hain Kahan
Hamraahi Jab Ho Mastaana
Mauj Mein Ho Dil Deewaana
Phir Chalne Waale
Ho, Ho, Phir Chalne Waale Rukte Hain Kahan

--FEMALE--
Ho, Ho, Phir Chalne Waale Rukte Hain Kahan - 3


Riddhima was momentarily lost in his eyes, but then wavered a little, "Oh….where is Peter? He must be waiting for us outside the Chaarminar."


Peter watched them from a distance; at that instant he knew that Armaan was totally in love with Riddhima, and Riddhima also seemed quite mesmerized by the Indian Prince's charm. He drank some water from his bottle, "Khripah…..you lucky gal……too bad…..Armaan is just too straight a guy!" Peter looked away and thought, "I am grateful I came to India with you Khripah…..I just want to see the Taj Mahal now and I promise I will go back…..Armaan really loves you and you both need some time together without me acting as a pain in the neck."




"Hey Peter…what's up man?" Armaan and Riddhima caught up with him. They both felt guilty about leaving Peter all alone while they were too busy with each other.



"Sorry Peter," Riddhima held his hand, "Armaan just got these bangles for me…..do you like them?"



"Everything looks good on you Khripah," Peter said gloomily, "especially if it is Armaan's choice."



"Oh Peter….I hope you are not jealous…are you?" she put her arm around him, "I am sorry……I have not paid much attention to you last few days…….but trust me Armaan is just a good friend…I…I…like you," she said hesitantly, "you are the reason I came all the way to India."




"That's OK Khripah……I know you like me…..and yes I am jealous…..I am jealous of both of you," Peter grinned.



"Both of us?" she looked behind and saw Armaan following them with his head bowed.




"Yes…I wish I was Indian too!" Peter laughed aloud and looked away; he did not want them to see his tears. At that moment he realized he would really miss India…..and especially miss Armaan once he was gone.




Riddhima shook her head, "I guess grass is always greener on the other side…..you scared me for a moment."



"I have a request guys!" Peter raised his voice, 'Can we go to Taj Mahal tomorrow?"


"Tomorrow?" Armaan asked, "we still have to go to Orissa and Calcutta before we go to Agra."



"Please….I want to see Taj Mahal tomorrow…..it is my humble request," Peter pleaded.


Armaan and Riddhima looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders together, "Ok….as you wish."


PART 12:




Next morning, they took the first flight to Agra. Cab drivers hoarded them as soon as they stepped out, "Taj? 50 Rupees to Taj? Sir…sir…," Peter's presence attracted more than a fair share of cabbies and porters.




They finally took a cab and checked into their hotel, just a few miles away from the famous Taj Mahal. They stayed at the famous 'Amar Vilas hotel' which offered views of the Taj from each guest room.




Riddhima had never visited the Taj Mahal as her parents usually stayed busy with family whenever they came to India on their family trips.


Soon after checking in, they drove towards the Taj. It was hard to believe that the world famous monument was surrounded by so much filth and pollution.


"Why does the Indian government not maintain this place well? The US would never let a world renowned building rot like this!" Riddhima cried out.



"Priorities…..it is a matter of priorities Riddhima…..I would be happy if each person had food and shelter in this country……a hungry stomach cannot see beyond its basic needs...well here we go…..let's get off here," Armaan asked the cabbie to drop them off near the main gates.


"This is Taj…..THE TAJ MAHAL?" Riddhima was shocked. Where was the beautiful monument she had seen in magazines and pictures? There were a few sandstone buildings here and there with numerous vendors trying to sell their cheap imitations of the Taj.


"Patience….patience Riddhima…..you need to learn some lessons on patience from your friend Peter," Armaan paid the cabbie and helped them cross the street.
Peter loved the compliment and smiled at Armaan.


Riddhima had given up hope; Taj was probably not as grand as it was made out to be. Peter had his camera ready, "come on Khripah…..we have to take some nice pictures…..smile!" he clicked a half smiling Riddhima outside the main gate.



"How many times have you been here Armaan?" Peter asked



"I don't know…..I have been here several times…….I have seen its unbelievable beauty in the evocative pale light of the harvest moon, its reflection in the waters of River Jamuna and in the blazing heat of June at high noon. Every time I see it, I feel the tug of the ultimate love incarnate in stone and discover new hidden aspects of its beauty. It beckons me to come again and again……may be I was ShahJehan himself in one of my previous births," Armaan smiled at both of them.


He hummed part of a famous old song:


taj ek zinda tassawur hai kisi shaayar kaa
iska afsaanaa haqeeqat ke siwaa kucch bhi nahin
is ke aagosh mein aakar ye gumaa hotaa hai
zindagee jaise mohabbat ke siwaa kucch bhi nahin
taj ne pyaar ke maujon ko rawaanee dee hain


…..ek shahenashaah ne banawaa ke haseen tajmahal
saaree duniyaan ko mohabbat ki nishaani di hai………



Riddhima said, "Armaan ……you can make anything sound poetic…..I hope you are right about Taj…….I am beginning to have my doubts……it is probably just a way to lure tourists."


A skeptical Riddhima walked through the red sandstone gate along with Peter and Armaan. It was a cloudy day, almost reminding her of a gloomy Chicago day.




As soon as she stepped inside the premises of the Taj, she saw the most elegant milky white 'symphony in marble' ethereally levitating in the almost black sky. The sheer contrast made the clouds darker than they were and Taj whiter than it was.




Peter and Riddhima froze at the steps. Their jaws dropped to their knees- it was a form of breathless wonder of ethereal beauty; the beautiful geometrically laid out Mughal garden in front of the monument, it was a perfect symmetry of marble with nature. With each step the Taj kept growing larger and larger and to their astonishment the marble slabs were whiter, shinier and larger than they looked from a distance.


Peter's fingers clicked on his camera continuously. Armaan stared at the Taj and then at Riddhima's astounded expression. She was speechless and ashamed at herself for even having doubts about this elegant structure.




"May I?" Armaan pointed to Riddhima's camera as he figured she was too dumbfounded to even take pictures.




"Sure," she nodded and walked towards the monument of eternal love.



Armaan took numerous pictures of Riddhima with the Taj in the background and then walked with her to the main building, "so Riddhima….behind every sandstone wall, there is a beautiful marble structure hiding somewhere?"




Riddhima was embarrassed, 'I am sorry Armaan…..I can be opinionated at times…..I should have waited to see Taj before passing my judgment."




Armaan wrinkled his nose and grinned, 'I hope you remember this before taking any hasty decisions in your life."




"Armaan! Now don't try to preach me…..even my parents don't have that right!" she said irately.



"Wow…no wonder…..you are such a brat!" he mumbled under his breath.



"What? What do you mean?" she asked angrily.



"Hey Riddhima……look at Peter…..he wants to take our picture," Armaan put his arm around Riddhima and smiled for the photograph. He squeezed her shoulder and garbled, "SMILE RIDDHIMA!"


Riddhima obliged and Peter clicked a wonderful picture against the back drop of Taj, "you both make a great couple," he checked his LED screen on his camera and remarked. Armaan gave him thumbs up for his remark and smiled, 'thanks Peter!"



Riddhima was still a little annoyed at Armaan's snide remarks; she shrug his hand from her shoulder and ran to Peter.



"Peter…let's go and check out the carvings," she put her arm around his waist and looked behind at Armaan, as if teasing him. Did she really think Armaan would care? Or get jealous? Who was she kidding?




After spending a few hours at the Taj, they came back to their hotel to relax and freshen up.




"Can we see the Taj by moonlight tonight?" Peter asked.




"I will try my best," Armaan replied, 'they only allow a few people to see the Taj by the moonlight…..we changed our plans so we might not be able to get passes."



"OH NO! It is all my fault…..i should not have asked you to change our itinerary," Peter said dejectedly, 'Oh well….maybe next time…..i will just see it from my hotel room."


"Don't worry hun!" Riddhima hugged Peter, "I am sure we will visit the Taj again…..just you and me next time," she gave a sharp look at Armaan. Armaan understood that she was still upset about his 'brat' remark. Armaan suppressed his smile and said, 'OK….I will see you later…..let me see if I can get the passes."



'Let me have a shower," Peter pulled away from a clinging Riddhima, "I will see you in a bit."




Riddhima went back to her room, still infuriated at Armaan's remark, "how dare he call me a brat…..what does he even know about me and my parents……typical desi mind-set…….they think we are all brats……Oh I am so glad I will never marry a guy like him!" She stomped out of her room and knocked at Peter's door.




"Looks like he is in the shower," she pushed the door slightly and was surprised to find the door ajar. She walked in authoritatively and saw his laptop on the bed.




"Let me check the photos," she browsed through the folders and clicked on 'INDIA TRIP'



As she viewed the pictures, she was shocked to see a recurring theme- there were tons and tons of pictures of Armaan; in fact he had cropped some to remove her or Hinna's pictures from the back ground and then she was hit with a boulder- ARMAAN…..MY LOVE FOREVER…..there was a caption with a collage of Armaan's pictures.


Everything was crystal clear to her now- the diamond studs, his effeminate moves on the dance floor, he following Armaan like a lamb, checking out men? Was he checking out men this whole time…..Oh My God! Riddhima wanted to scream!


She ran out the door; tears of shame, humiliation, pain, embarrassment falling from her eyes incessantly, "I AM SUCH A FOOL! WHY DID I NEVER PAY ATTENTION……OMG….HE IS GAY!!! I FELL FOR A GAY GUY???"
With her cheeks burning from disgrace and disgust, she ran into a tall figure in the hallway.




"Armaan?" she looked up and turned around immediately. She did not want him to see her all tearful and distraught.



Armaan placed his hands on her shoulders and looked at Peter's half-open door, "hmm….looks like you found out the truth after all."



Riddhima wiped her tears and turned back to face him, 'WHAT TRUTH?"



"That Peter is a little different?" Armaan raised his eyebrow and asked.



"You knew it all along?" Riddhima asked hesitantly.



"It was hard to miss….unless of course you are Riddhima Gupta…..who refuses to see beyond the red sandstone gate," Armaan stated.



Riddhima was incensed; she turned red and walked to her room.




Armaan followed her and stood at her door, "I am sorry Riddhima…I know you are hurt……it must be a huge shock for you?"


Riddhima stepped inside, "come inside Armaan…..let's not talk in the hallway."



Armaan walked in behind her and shut the door, "you loved him…didn't you?"



"I don't know," she said coldly, "I just feel foolish…….like someone betrayed me."


"Did Peter ever mislead you?" he asked.



Riddhima looked at Armaan quizzically, "No….he didn't….I was just blind to all the clues."


"But I think Peter is more heartbroken than you are," Armaan pursed his lips and said.



"Why? He is the one who betrayed me!" Riddhima was irate.


"No…he didn't…..he never treated you as his girlfriend….on the contrary…..he *cough*cough* did make a pass at me several times," Armaan suppressed his smirk.



Riddhima shook her head and smiled herself, "Oh my God! I am such a fool…..and why did you not tell me?"




"You really wanted me to tell you that your so called boyfriend is more interested in me than you?" Armaan chuckled.



"Oh Geez……how am I going to explain this to my friends back home? They all think I am dating this HOT guy," Riddhima was all worried.



"You ARE dating a hot guy!" Armaan stood in front of her, "I would be considered hot by most women."




"You?" Riddhima chuckled and pushed him away, "get outta here Armaan…..you are not my boyfriend……I can't even imagine dating someone like you."



"So what am I?" he asked huskily.



Riddhima looked at him and for a moment was lost in his eyes; she was a little flustered, "just my Indian friend…..my local guide….don't get any ideas."



Armaan smiled mischievously, "I managed to get 2 passes for Taj by the moonlight…..so Peter and I can go," he teased her and held the 2 passes in front of her face.


"What?" Riddhima was shocked.



"Well….Taj by the moonlight is kinda romantic……so out of the three of us Peter and I would be the appropriate couple….hmm?" he loved this teasing game.



Riddhima snatched the passes from his hand, "NO PETER SHALL NOT! HE DOES NOT DESERVE TO GO!"



"So you want to go with me? Your desi friend? Just a local guide?" Armaan provoked her.



"Yes! I guess I don't have a choice…..and neither do you," she put the passes away in her purse, "what time do we leave?"



"At 8…..and here…..I will go with you if you promise to wear this tonight," he held a shopping bag in front of her.



"What is this Armaan?" she asked curiously.


"Main us sang-e-marmar ki imaarat ke saath apni sang-e-marmar ki murat ko bhi dekhna chaahta hoon…..Can you wear this sari for me tonight?" he asked.


"Sari? I don't know how to wear one!" she said


"I can help," he suggested.


"No way!" she turned red.


"OK….don't worry…I will send someone from the salon…..one of the ladies can help you," he placed the bag on the bed and turned to leave.



"Armaan!" she called from behind.


He stopped and turned, "Hmm?"


"What is sang-e-marmar?" she asked and smiled.



"White marble," he smiled back and left, "check the sari….and you will know."


He hummed this song as he walked back to his room:




"baatein kuch ankahee si" from 'Metro'


http://www.lyricsmasti.com/song.php?id=4308


Baatein Kuchh Ankahee Si, Kuchh Ansuni Si Hone Lagi
Kaabu Dil Pe Raha Na, Hasti Hamaari Khone Lagi
Wo Wo O O O O O...
Shaayad Yahi Hai Pyaar

Baatein Kuchh Ankahee Si, Kuchh Ansuni Si Hone Lagi
Kaabu Dil Pe Raha Na, Hasti Hamaari Khone Lagi
Wo Wo O O O O O...
Shaayad Yahi Hai Pyaar - 2

Keh De Mujhse Dil Mein Kya Hai, Aisa Bhi Kya Guroor
Tujhko Bhi Toh Ho Raha Hai Thoda Asar Jaroor
Yeh Khaamoshi Jine Na De, Koi Toh Baat Ho
Wo Wo O O O O O...
Shaayad Yahi Hai Pyaar - 2

Tu Hi Meri Roshani Hai, Tu Hi Chiraag Hai
Dheere Dheere Mit Jaayega, Halka Sa Daag Hai
Yeh Zeher Bhi Yuun Piya Hai, Jaise Sharaab Ho
Wo Wo O O O O O...
Shaayad Yahi Hai Pyaar - 2
Baatein Kuchh Ankahee Si, Kuchh Ansuni Si Hone Lagi
Kaabu Dil Pe Raha Na, Hasti Hamaari Khone Lagi
Wo Wo O O O O O...
Shaayad Yahi Hai Pyaar – 3


Armaan shut his door and sighed, "kya karoon? Yeh dil is ladki ka poori tarah deewana ho chuka hai…..uska gusaa….uske nakhre……uska man mutaav….sab pasand hai mujhey…….I really love her……and the more I get to know her….the more I want to be with her……wo aaj kisi ka katl bhi kar de…..tab bhi main usey utna hi pyaar karoonga jitna aaj karta hoon……kyunki mera aur mere dil ka katl tho wo pehle hi kar chuki hai……yah Allah!"


PART 13:

Dressed in blue denim jeans, a silk white shirt and blazer, Armaan checked himself in the mirror before leaving for Riddhima's room. An evening stubble and gelled hair added to his debonair looks. He dabbed some extra cologne and walked out of his room.


"Kya main aaj usey apne dil ki baat keh paaoonga?" he wondered and knocked at her door.


Riddhima gathered her sari and pulled it above her ankles, "Hold on!" she slipped her feet into her sandals and ran for the door, 'Oh Hi Armaan," she almost gasped and could not help noticing the suave young man standing in front of him, "you…you look great," she said softly and lowered her eyes.



Armaan rolled his tongue and gazed at his lovely companion from head to toe and remained silent.



"How do I look? I am not that comfortable in this sari you know," she asked, but Armaan's piercing gaze just stared at the breathtaking view in front of him. The white sari, open hair and matching jewelry reminded him of this famous sher: he recited the sher in his deep, husky and romantic drawl-



'Husn ko Aapke chaand,
jawani ko kamal kehte hain,
tujhe dekh kar hum ek shokh gazal kehte hain,
Uff ye sangemarmar se tarasha hua tera shaffaq badan,
dekhne waale ise Taj Mahal kehte hain.' (From Fanna movie)




"Armaan!" she snapped her fingers in front of his eyes, "main Taj Mahal nahin hoon," she chuckled in her accented Hindi.




"Yeh earrings theek nahin lag rahe," he looked at her small pearl white earrings, "I have something better," he searched his pockets and pulled out a small bag, "yeh try karo."



A perplexed Riddhima looked inside the bag, "wow! These are heavy," she admired the designer silver and white danglers, "beautiful!" she exclaimed.



"May I?" he asked and before she could answer, removed her pearls from her ear and picked the new danglers from her hand, "these will look better."



A stunned Riddhima stood frozen as his deft fingers screwed them into her earlobes. She looked up and saw his face inches away from hers. As his fingers grazed against her skin, she inhaled his masculine fragrance mixed with the pungent smell of the cologne. She felt blood rushing in unfamiliar corners of her body; an intense sweet twitching inside made her shut her eyes. Her heavy breaths and rapid heartbeats were not oblivious to Armaan's senses. He stepped away after fastening the earrings, "are you alright Riddhima?" he asked her, "I hope I didn't hurt you while putting them on."




Riddhima opened her eyes and wiped the sweat off her brow; a little taken aback by her own reaction, "No….I am OK," she was out of breath, "but you should not have bothered."



"It was my pleasure mademoiselle," he grinned.



"Thanks," she checked herself in the mirror, "they look great….you have good taste in jewelry."



"It is in my blood…..Mallik Jewelers?" he raised his eyebrow and stared at her reflection in the mirror.




Riddhima averted his intense gaze and walked towards the door.


Armaan smiled to himself and thought, " Riddhima…dekhta hoon tum kab tak apne dil se door bhaagti rahogi."



"Shall we?" he pointed to the door.



"Oh yeah….let's go," she was still red and could feel her heart pounding in her chest.



Armaan smirked, "do you want to take your camera?"



"Of course," a flustered Riddhima went back to the dresser and picked her camera.



"And passes? I think they are in your purse," Armaan reminded her.
"Sure….how could I forget the passes?" she tried to appear all unruffled and composed.



"Are you OK?" Armaan asked. "Of course I am!" she said fervently.



Armaan touched her forehead and then took her wrist in his hand, "hmm….your pulse is racing…..you might be sick."



Riddhima pulled her wrist away, "YOU ARE NOT A DOCTOR ARMAAN! AND DON'T PRETEND TO BE ONE! LET'S GO BEFORE THE MOON SETS!" she said angrily.



"Naak par har waqt makkhi baithi rehti hai!" he mumbled, "yes…let's go."



As they walked into the elevator, she asked, "what was that makkhi comment?"



He placed his finger on her long nose and brushed it a little, "I was just making sure there were no flies hanging on your cute little nose."



"Armaan!" she pushed his hand away, "why would a fly be on my nose?"


Armaan giggled and looked up at the ceiling, "precisely! That is what I was wondering….why do you always have a fly on your nose?"



Riddhima frowned, "Armaan…..don't talk in puzzles…never mind….i will check that phrase when I get back."



They arrived at The Taj and had to pass through a strict security check before they could enter the premises.



"Riddhima…do you know the Taj is like a beautiful woman?" Armaan asked as they entered the gates.



Riddhima smiled, "beautiful women are your obsession...aren't they?"



"Better than beautiful men…..huh…..what do you say?" he asked.



She chuckled and turned red from embarrassment as she remembered Peter, "Poor Peter…..could not get his Indian Prince."



"You never know…..it is never too late….he might find someone….after all India is a land of Princes and Rajas…..they come in all sizes, shapes and choices," Armaan winked.



"So what were you saying about the Taj and a woman?" Riddhima changed the topic from Peter; she felt quite foolish about the whole Peter fiasco and would rather not talk about it.



"Hmm….the Taj is like a beautiful woman with different moods….it looks pinkish in the morning…..milky white in the afternoon….and golden…..just like it does now in the moon light," he pointed at the magnificent structure sparkling in the moonlight.


An awestruck Riddhima gasped at the sight, 'wow! It is amazing Armaan!" she squeezed his hand elatedly, "I love it….thanks Armaan," she put her arm in his arm, "chalo…come on Armaan," and ran down the steps like an excited little girl.




Armaan smiled and followed her; she pulled him by his hand as he tightened his grip on her. He said to himself, 'Riddhima….isi tarah mera haath thaam lo…..vaada karta hoon ki zindagi bhar nahin chhodunga is haath ko."



At that very moment, she let go of his hand, "Armaan….go stand there….let me take some pictures," she pointed towards the Taj. Armaan followed his orders and ran towards the building, 'IS THIS FINE?" he yelled.


Riddhima focused her camera on Armaan and walked closer to the pond in front of the mausoleum, "just a little to your right…..a little more," she kept walking and waved at him to pose. Armaan kept shuffling as she kept ordering, "No..no…right….no…no…left."


Just as Armaan was starting to get a little impatient, he heard her scream. "AHHH!" she had lost her balance and was about to fall into the pond. Armaan ran to her rescue and managed to catch hold of her hand just in time. She was bent backwards, with one foot almost at the edge of the pond.



"Hang on Riddhima!" he put his strong left arm around her waist and pulled her up. She bounced back like a spring as her flailing arms flew around his neck instinctively.



At that very moment, the moon which had been playing hide and seek with the clouds all evening , came out of its veil like a new bride and spread its warm glow on her face.



Armaan held his breath as the radiance on her moonlit face almost looked angelic. He pulled her closer; his fingers dug into her bare waist from behind, and pressed her petite frame against his. His right hand gently removed the hair from her face. With their faces just a few inches apart, warm breaths searing each other's lips, he whispered softly:



'Baahon mein bhar loon
ki uske haath thaame jhoom loon ,
Baalon se kheloon zaraa yaa
Honth uske choom loon main . . . . . .



Sau tarah ki aarzu hai
Nazar beheke betahaashaa,
Sangemarmar mein taraashaa . . . . .
Mera chaand mere ru ba ru hai !'




His mesmerizing voice carried her into a different world. Riddhima closed her eyes and circled her arms around his neck firmly. It did not matter what he had just said……it did not matter that there were onlookers staring at them rather than the moonlit Taj……it did not matter that they belonged to two different worlds…….at that moment it was just them…..the warm moon light bathing them from above…..it was as though the celestial Gods were themselves blessing the two souls.



Their hearts pounded against each other in unison. Armaan bent over her face as she arched under his grip. With her eyes still shut, she parted her lips in anticipation of his lips. With an initial hesitation on both sides, their lips finally tasted each other and lingered as if taking the time to memorize the feeling before parting.



"Subhan'allah!" he exclaimed as Riddhima finally opened her eyes. Her camera fell off her hand behind his back. Armaan heard the crash and pulled away to pick her camera. She was still in a trance, almost stunned by what had just happened……she had never been kissed before on her lips. A lot of guys in high school and Prom nights had attempted a little peck here and there, but they had never stirred her whole body and soul as Armaan's kiss did just a few minutes ago.


Armaan picked the camera and looked up at the moon.

He could not help humming:

hmm hmm hmm hmmm la la la
hey hey hey hey ah ha


A few onlookers joined in:


subhaan allaah subhaan allah subhaan allah
subhaan allaah subhaan allah subhaan allah
valle valle
valle valle
valle valle


Soon they were surrounded by a large group of people. Armaan continued to sing as everyone cheered and clapped for the heavenly couple in the center.


chaand sifarish jo karta hamari deta woh tumko bata
sharm-o-haya pe parde gira ke karni hain hamko khata
zidd hain ab toh hain khud ko mitana hona hain tujhmein fanaa
chaand sifarish jo karta hamari deta woh tumko bata
sharm-o-haya pe parde gira ke karni hain hamko khata


The crowd started dancing in front of the moonlit Taj as Armaan sang and a spell-bound Riddhima watched everyone. It was a scene out of a fairytale. Armaan's mesmerizing voice, people dancing and singing, the golden Taj at night…….was she in Disneyland or was this heaven?



valle valle
valle valle
teri adaa bhi hain jhonke wali chhu ke gujar jaane de
teri lachak hain ke jaise daali dil mein utar jaane de
aaja baahon mein karke bahana hona hain tujhmein fanaa
chaand sifarish jo karta hamari deta woh tumko bata
sharm-o-haya pe parde gira ke karni hain hamko khata

subhaan allaah subhaan allah subhaan allah
subhaan allaah subhaan allah subhaan allah
hain jo iraaden bata doon tumko sharma hi jaaogi tum
dhadakanen jo suna doon tumko ghabraa hi jaaogi tum
hamko aata nahi hain chhupana hona hain tujhmein fanaa
chaand sifarish jo karta hamari deta woh tumko bata
sharm-o-haya pe parde gira ke karni hain hamko khata
zidd hain ab toh hain khud ko mitana hona hain tujhmein fanaa



http://www.sangeethouse.com/lyrics/song-38359.html

http://www.zippyvideos.com/2637107065823276/chandsifarish-ak mix/
(by nabiha)


Armaan received a lot of compliments after his song was over. He just bowed and saluted everyone by placing his right palm on his forehead, "shukriya….bahut shukriya."


After everyone left, Riddhima walked to Armaan but did not know what to say. A lot had happened in the last few minutes; she did not know how to react. She could not deny the fact that being in his arms and his kiss was one of the most blissful experiences of her life, but her mind would never accept that. She was a bundle of confusion- more so than ever in her life.


"Sorry….you camera is broken," Armaan broke the silence.


Riddhima came back to her senses and looked at the camera, "Oh darn it! I hope I haven't lost all my pictures."



"Kuch aisi tasveerein hain jo sirf dil ki album mein rehti hain…..I am sure you would never lose those," he said softly and touched her cheek gently, "are you OK? That water in the pond is not the cleanest in the world……I am glad you did not fall," he tried to lighten up her mood.



Riddhima understood every word he had said in Hindi; he was right- she would probably never forget this evening……how could she tell him that her near-accident around the pond was one of the most memorable events in her life, "Thanks for saving me…..your sari would have been ruined otherwise."



"My sari? I don't wear saris….at least in front of people," he teased her, "that is yours now……unless Peter wants it!"




Riddhima felt a little relieved; she was not sure how Armaan would react after their intimate moment near the pond- he seemed relaxed and nonchalant about the whole incident- just the way she wanted it to be. It was just a moment of weakness; they could not be serious about what just happened. She would try to forget it or just keep it in her memory as one of her many wonderful experiences in India………


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PART 34:


Riddhima and Armaan worked over the details of the case and the upcoming trial and did not realize how fast time flew by. Now that the bitter ice had melted between the two of them, it was much easier for them to discuss the details and possibilities that might come up during the hearing. Armaan seemed more receptive and did not offer any resistance to Riddhima's suggestions or advice. Being with her was the silver lining on the black cloud that hovered over him. Her intermittent smiles, the way she removed the tendrils of hair falling on her face and her sporadic loving glances at him were enough of a distraction for Armaan from the upsetting details of the case.




"Kya dekh rahe ho?" she looked up and caught him staring at her.


He smiled and sat up:


'Mere jine ke liye tera arman hi kafi hai
dil ki kalam se likhi ek dastan hi kafi hai
teer talwar ki tujhe kya jarurat
katl karne ke liye teri ek muskan hi kafi hai'


"Armaan!" she blushed, "kahin court mein bhi shayari shuru mat kar dena…..the prosecution might not appreciate your poetry."



"As long as the defense lawyer can understand what I am saying, I don't care about the prosecutors," he snapped back.



"Armaan…..I am so happy you are yourself again," she tried to stir him back to the case, "Rahul bhai mentioned something about links with the Middle east….and….." they continued to discuss the details again to Armaan's chagrin.




At one point, Armaan interrupted her, "Riddhima…..tumney tho itne sawaal kar liye mujhse….kya main bhi ek sawaal kar sakta hoon?"


"Of course….go ahead," she smiled at him.


"Us din restaurant mein…..tum meri taraf bhaag kar aa rahi thi….yaad hai? What were you going to tell me?" he asked.



Her face turned red at his question; of course she remembered every detail of that ill-fated day. It was the day she was going to confess her feelings but ironically turned out to be the day when she had hurt his feelings. To date, she had never expressed her feelings to him. She hesitated, "I will let you know when the moment comes."




"Riddhima….tum tho jaanti ho…..is case ka anjaam kuch bhi ho sakta hai…..main nahin chaahta ki agar mujhey sazaa miley tho tumhari wo baat adhoori reh jaaye……marne se pehle kum se kum tumhari baat sun na chaahta hoon," he said tearfully.




"Armaan!" she gave him an agonizing look, "please never say that again…….tumhein koi sazaa nahin dega….and if that's what you are afraid of…..then I will not reveal what I had intended to say till the day you are set free….. that's my promise."



"Phir us din ka mujhey bahut besabri se intezaar rahega Riddhima….ab tumhari jeet hi meri jeet hogi," he replied tenderly.



"Armaan…you have set me free from my prison of guilt…..the guilt of having hurt you 5 years ago…..I can't thank you enough……now it's my turn to help you out of this prison….AND HELP Arohi and Suhaana get their Armaan back," she glanced at the four walls of the room.




"I have full faith in you Riddhima…..ab meri zindagi ka faisla tumhare haathon mein hai….khuda se zyaada mujhey shayad tum par yakeen hai……aur tum sahi kehti ho…..Suhaana aur Arohi ke liye mujhey jald se jald yeh case jeetna hoga," he lowered his head guiltily, "thanks for understanding my responsibilities Riddhima…..tum sach much bahut badal gayi ho….mujhey yaad hai ek waqt tum Peter ke saath Taj Mahal ki ticket bhi share nahin kar sakti thi…..aur aaj tum kisi aur ke liye apni saari khushiyan qurbaan kar sakti ho….I am very proud of you Riddhima," he had tears in his eyes, "mujhey fakr hai ki maine apna dil ek itni badhe dil waali ko diya hai."



"Armaan….please don't make me cry…will you?" she was trying her best to control her tears, "if I have changed…..it's only because of you…..and your love," she packed her bags and got up to leave. She knew if she stayed any longer, it would be hard for her to control her emotions.


"Jaa rahi ho?" the disappointment was obvious in his question.


"Yes Armaan….I have to prepare for the hearing…..I have a meeting with Gary, my boss….he wants an update on the case…..I could probably stay all night just talking to you….par mujhey bhi apna farz nibhaana hai…bye Armaan," she buzzed for the guard to let her out.


Armaan's parting sher said it all……


"'Itne kareeb aa kar kaun door jaana chaahega?
Humein to yoon hi mohabbat mein faasle badhaane ki aadat hai
Bewafa nahin par kya karein…. majboor hain bahut
Humein rasm-e-duniya nibhane ki aadat hai'


Riddhima bit her lip and walked out. She stopped at the gate and turned back. The sight of the bruises on his wrists from wearing hand cuffs stung her from inside. At that moment she vowed to avenge everyone who was responsible for replacing his pen and brush with those heartless handcuffs. She would make sure his respect and honor would be reinstated as soon as possible.


A feeling of elation and liberation filled her senses as she walked to her car. It was the same feeling that she had experienced 5 years ago in her bedroom when she had finally acknowledged her feelings for Armaan. She was sure about two things- SHE LOVED HIM MORE THAN EVER & IF NEEDED SHE COULD GIVE UP EVERYTHING TO PROVE HIS INNOCENCE!



Song in background as she drove off:


"O re piya" from "aaja nachle'

http://z3nn1.imeem.com/music/kX1XrNXj/rahat_fateh_ali_Mallik_a aja_nachle_o_re_piya/




O Re Piya Haye 3
Udne Laga Kyon Man Baawla Re?Aaya Kahan Se Yeh Hosla Re?
O Re Piya Haye 2


Tanabana Tanabana Bunti Hawaa Haaye Bunti Hawa?
Boondein Bhi To Aaye Nahi Baaz Yahan
Sazish Mein Shaamil Sara Jahan Hai?
Har Zarre Zarre Ki Yeh Iltiza Hai
O Re Piya?O Re Piya Haye 2?O Re Piya


Ni Re ,Re Re Ga?Ga Ga Ma?Ma Ma Pa?Pa Ma Ga Re Sa?Sa Re Re Sa?Ga Ga Re?Ma Ma Ga?Pa Pa Ma?Dha Dha Pa?Ni Ni Sa Sa Pa?Pa Sa Ma Pa Dha Ni Sa Ni?Re Ni Sa Sa Sa.. . . . ..


Nazrein Bolen Duniya Bole?Dil Ki Zaban
Haaye Dil Ki Zubaan?Ishq Maange Ishq Chahe Koi Toofan
Chalna Aahiste Ishq Naya Hai?Pehla Yeh Vada Humne Kiya Hai
O Re Piya Haaye 2?O Re Piya?Piyaaa...
Yehhh Piya
Nange Pairo Pe Angaro?Chalti Rahi Haaye Chalti Rahi?Lagta Hai Ke Gairo Mein?Palti Rahi Haaye?Le Chal Wahan Jo?Mulk Tera Hai?Jahil Zamana?Dushman Mera Hai
Haaye


O Re Piya Haye 5




After another long day, Riddhima was finally back home. She was surprised to see Nishant and Rahul at home with Padma and the kids.


"Kya baat hai Riddhima…aaj bahut khush lag rahi ho?" Nishant could not help noticing the unusual glow on her face that evening.


"Tumhein dekh kar khush ho gayi shayad," she teased him. Rahul was amused to see the comfortable friendly relationship between the two of them and was not surprised that Padma wanted them to marry each other.



"Yeah right!" Nishant exclaimed, "must be related to your new case."


She rolled her tongue and raised an eyebrow, "maybe!" and went to her room to change up.


Dinner was served after she freshened up.


"Riddhima….can you suggest any apartments near the court?" Rahul asked at dinner, "It seems like I might have to stay here for sometime…..hotel would not work for that long."



"C'mon Rahul!" Nishant exclaimed again, "come stay with me…..i live close to the courthouse…..I have a decent sized place….and moreover Alex would love having an uncle at home."


Riddhima and Padma were touched by Nishant's offer.


"Arre Nishant….aise kaise?" Rahul asked


"I am serious man…..come stay with me for as long as you want….I would love some company too….do you like football?" Nishant asked


"Haan..haan…..main apni school ki team mein tha," Rahul said excitedly


"No…not soccer…sorry I meant American football," Nishant chuckled



"Arre wo kabaddi type game?" Rahul laughed, "BOOORING!"



"Hey hey hey….agar mere saath rehna hai tho football zaroor dekhni hogi….and as long as you love the Patriots…I have no problem," Nishant laughed back.



"Yes…I am pretty patriotic!" Rahul grinned.


Riddhima was pleased to see the two men bond so easily. She silently thanked Nishant for making that gracious offer. There was no doubt, Nishant was a wonderful person, she felt very comfortable with him, but she knew in her heart that no one could take Armaan's place in her life…..even if Armaan belonged to someone else, she knew he would always belong to her emotionally and in spirit…..and that was enough for her to live on for the rest of her life.


That night, neither Riddhima aur Armaan got a wink of sleep. Riddhima felt sorry for Armaan- he was all alone in the prison….probably never ate a proper meal…..slept on the cold, hard floor……was treated like a dreaded criminal by the staff there. She could not bear the fact that she lay on her comfortable bed with a plush down comforter when he probably did not even have a proper blanket to keep himself warm. Riddhima got up and lay on the floor herself, "I will not sleep on my bed till he is set free." She took out the paper from her purse and read the exchange of notes between them all night. She kissed the parts where he had written that he still loved her a lot and finally dozed off with the paper on her chest.




Armaan stayed up all night and thought about his day with her….how she had changed so much…..she looked more beautiful than ever…how he craved for her touch….he wanted to smell her fragrance once again…..kiss those beautiful lips once again…..kaash kabhie koi aisa manzar ho….jab mere kaandhe par tera sar ho……he sighed and closed his eyes, "yeh kya soch raha hoon main? Dil aur farz ki jung mein kahin kuch kar na baithoon? Is jail ki chaar deewari mein kya main sapne bhi nahin le sakta? Riddhima ki arzoo tho kar sakta hoon….kya mujhey itni bhi azaadi nahin?"


The next day, Rahul moved in with Nishant. It did not take long for the two men to bond and become best of friends. Rahul even told Nishant the truth behind Armaan's marriage and Suhaana's real dad.




"Yeh dekho…..hamari poori family ki photo….yeh abbu…ammi….Muskaan, my wife…Farhan, our son…..Aaliyah, my sister……..Armaan…Arohi and Suhaana," Rahul showed him their family photograph. Nishant looked intently at the photograph and tried to recognize all the faces.




"What happened Nishant?" Rahul asked, "meri family pasand nahin aayi?"


"Nahin …nahin..aisi baat nahin hai….kuch nahin…I just thought I recognize one of the faces in the photo….of course besides you and Armaan," Nishant scratched his head and then shook his head, 'never mind…let's go….football is about to start….ALEX! C'mon buddy…let's watch our game!"


THE TRIAL: FEDERAL DISTRICT COURT


DAY 1:


A nervous Riddhima, bit her nails anxiously as she sat on the defense side along with Gary. They had already suffered a major setback recently as Armaan's family members were denied visas to the US. Riddhima was hoping to present Billy Mallik, Muskaan and Aaliyah as important witnesses. Arohi was ruled out due to her mental instability.


"Calm down Riddhima," Gary reassured her, "you have done your homework….let the prosecutors present their case….we will get enough time for our rebuttal….we have enough US witnesses."




Armaan took his oath and took the stand. Thankfully, the case had not gotten much publicity in the press and there were hardly any observers in court.


The prosecution lawyer, representing the US government presented their case against the accused.


-Armaan Ali Mallik's name has been on the FBI's most wanted list for last 5 years
-He is a member of a terror group called 'Alfayeda' based in Berlin, Germany
-His anti American statements taped by FBI were presented to court
-His family business supported charities in Berlin which might be involved with the terror group.
-There were possible links with the Middle East (Mallik Jewelers exported their merchandise there)


Riddhima was aware of all the above charges and thankfully had answers to all.


Just then, the Government lawyer presented some material to the court which she was completely unaware of.


"These are some books written by the accused, Mr Armaan Ali Mallik which can prove his links to the terror group."


There were a number of books authored by ARMAAN ALI MALLIK. They were not his children's books/poetry books but books on 'anti Americanism', 'How to destroy the Western World', '9/11 was not enough' etc etc.


Armaan, Riddhima and Gary were stunned. They had no idea about the existence of such books.



Riddhima and Gary were shown the books by the court.



As soon as Riddhima opened the front cover, she was in for a shock. The introduction had Armaan's name and his picture displayed prominently. She flipped the pages and was shocked to read some of the material in the book. Riddhima looked at Gary guiltily-she had no idea about these books. Gary felt a little embarrassed by this new evidence they were unaware of.




Riddhima glanced at Armaan. His expression told her that there was a mistake-he had never written anything like that. Then who had written those books? Why was Armaan's name and picture inside the cover? Why was the publisher the same one who had published Armaan's regular books?

PART 35:


'……………rehte the hum haseen khayaalon ki bheed mein
uljhe huye hain aaj sawaalon ki bheed mein
aane lagi hai yaad wo fursat ki har ghadi
ashkon ki chandini se thee behtar wo dhoop hi….'


A dejected Armaan cried silently in his cell, "meri zindagi kis modh par aagayi hai? Aakhir yeh kiski saazish ho sakti hai? Kya Riddhima mujhpar yakeen karegi ab?" he recalled the events from the court hearing. Who was this person publishing in his name?




The door to his cell opened and he saw Riddhima being let in by the guard. He was about to get up, but Riddhima gestured for him to remain seated. She sat next to him on the floor and looked at his downcast face, "did you expect to win the case on Day 1?"



He looked up, "I did not expect to win but I didn't expect to lose either."




"Mom has sent these laddoos for you…..I have taken permission from the authorities……yeh lo," she smiled and opened a box of besan ka laddoos.


"Laddoo? That is very sweet of her but I don't feel like eating anything," he turned his face away.



"Armaan…..I hate laddoos…..mom's feelings will get hurt if you don't eat them either!" she scolded him. Armaan turned back and gazed into her eyes; she was as nervous as he was with the recent turn in events but was better able to hide her fears than him, "do you really think I wrote those books?" he asked uneasily.


"Yes…..and I wrote the Quran!" she rolled her eyes.


Armaan could not help smiling at Riddhima's sense of humor even at such a serious moment. He took a laddoo out of the box and placed it into his mouth.




"Mmm," he shut his eyes and savored the taste of the home made laddoos, "ab in choti choti khushiyon mein hi khushi dhoondni padhegi….please thank aunty for the laddoos……how is uncle doing?"



The box fell off Riddhima's lap at his question. She looked away to hide her tears, "he….he is no more…….he could not bear the shock I gave him 5 years ago," she said softly.



Armaan put the remaining laddoo back in the box, "Oh….I am sorry Riddhima," he felt really bad, "I had no idea…..even Hinna never mention…..I am so sorry," he touched her hand resting on her lap and squeezed her fingers gently, "aur tumne bhi kabhie nahin batayaa? Apne dard ke saamne main bhool hi gaya ki tumhare bhi kuch ghum ho sakte hain."



Riddhima placed her other hand on his hand and looked at him, "Armaan…..mera har ghum aur har khushi kisi na kisi tarah tumse hi judi hai……that is the only reason I am still alive."


He placed his other hand on hers; their four hands were intertwined closely with each other for a few moments as their eyes locked with each other. Their eyes and silence exchanged all those unspoken sentiments which had not been said yet.


"Armaan……the FBI is working in conjunction with the Indian authorities……they are trying to reach the publisher…..Peter has been a big help throughout…..It might take time…..but we will find the real culprit," she caressed his hand and then smiled, "now please finish those laddoos…..mom will kill me otherwise."


AT THE LAW FIRM:


"Gary…..I am sorry…..I had no idea about these other books," Riddhima apologized, "I thought I had all my bases covered….we had all the information on the charities and Middle East connection….but this," she sighed and lowered her head guiltily.



"Riddhima……I am not surprised……we have just started the hearing……don't get surprised if there are more surprises down the road…..I have seen worse…..so keep at it young lady……I am here to support you…..you have done a great job so far….so don't you give up anytime soon," he smiled affectionately, giving Riddhima a new boost in her confidence.


Riddhima walked out with her head up……


O Re Piya Haye
Udne Laga Kyon Man Baawla Re?
Aaya Kahan Se Yeh Hosla Re?
O Re Piya Haye


RIDDHIMA & PETER MEET AT HIS HOME:



"Peter…..any clues on the publisher?"


"Riddhima….I love India and Indians…..but working with the authorities there…..Oh boy…..that's certainly not my favorite thing……they are as slow as a caterpillar……it takes 5 phone calls, 10 emails and 100 reminders before they do anything!" he sounded frustrated.



"Well….they are probably more overworked, underpaid and have less autonomy than you guys have here," she defended the Indian system.




"Perhaps," he sighed, "I have some bad news though…..that publisher has closed his shop……apparently there is a lock on his publishing house and all the phones have been disconnected….no one knows his whereabouts."




"you are kidding?" she asked nervously



He shook his head, "I wish I was…..the Indian Police and CBI are trying to locate him…..but no luck so far."


DAY 15-30 of the HEARING:


The pendulum kept swinging between the prosecution and the defense. Riddhima was able to present several witnesses to Armaan's unblemished character- Rahul, Hinna, Ranbir, Lisa, Peter, the book distributor in the US who had helped Armaan 5 years ago. There was no doubt that this Armaan Ali Mallik was a respectable man with high moral values and people who had known him could never imagine him as a terrorist.



She was even able to present Mr Qureshi from Berlin who was in charge of the charities where the Mallik families donated regularly. On paper and through the charity's financial records, there was no evidence to link them to the militant group, Alfayeda.



At one point, it seemed that the bulk of the evidence was going in Armaan's favor. The case had started getting media attention recently and regular updates were being telecast on the TV also.



The frustrated Government lawyers then brought in some surprise witnesses from India, Germany, Canada and the US- they were distributors of those inflammatory books allegedly written by Armaan. Those books were widely sold all over the world and according to them had incited youngsters all over the world to carry out acts of terror against the US. They also presented several magazine and newspaper articles written by 'Armaan Ali Mallik' which described hatred towards the West, the Western culture and how to destroy these evils!


Riddhima and Gary had still not been able to present evidence against Armaan being the same terrorist writer.



SITUATION IN INDIA:

The Mallik family was obviously devastated by their son's case. Naina Mallik had become very ill since the day Armaan had been arrested. Armaan had always been the apple of her eye and she knew him better than anyone in this world. A boy, who could not even harm a little fly, was being framed for something so heinous? Various treatments had been tried on her but she did not respond to any.



"Mallik saheb…..Naina begum ka ilaaj tho sirf Armaan ke haath mein hai…..jis din wo ghar aayega….us din hi yeh theek ho paayengi…..kya aap log America jaakar ek baar Armaan se mil nahin sakte?" the doctor asked



"Koshish tho kab se kar rahe hain……wahan lawyers bi chaahte hain ki hum apne bte ke liye gawaahi dein……lekin American Government humein visa hi nahi de rahi hai…..yahan bhi hamari saare showrooms par audit ho raha hai……Armaan ke kamre se saari cheezein zabt kar li hain…..uski books, files, paintings, computer….sab CBI ke kabze mein hai ab," Billy sighed and shook his head, "mera beta….na jaane kaise phans gaya is mein? Ab main apne kisi bacche ko kabhie America nahin bhejoonga!" he was adamant, "jo desh mere jaise nek bte ki izzat nahin kar sakta….wo aur kiski karega?"




Arohi and Suhaana spent a lot more time together now that Armaan was gone. To everyone's surprise, Arohi actually started showing signs of recovery in Armaan's absence. Arohi had realized the importance of Armaan in her life and what all he had done for her and Suhaana. Now that he was in trouble, she had become the pillar of strength for the Mallik family. She took care of Naina just like a daughter and took care of Suhaana just like Armaan used to.



BACK IN THE US:




Armaan was allowed to talk to his family once a week in a supervised room where all his conversations were recorded. He was given only 5 minutes by the prison authorities. Each time he talked to his family, he would become extremely emotional afterwards and refuse to eat, talk or sleep for the next few days. If it were not for Riddhima and her visits, he would have gone into a deep depressive state forever.



Riddhima was able to convince the judges that Armaan was at least not a killer or a dangerous criminal. Based on the evidence so far, the judges were convinced by Riddhima's arguments and agreed to shift him to a medium security prison instead of the high security premises he was imprisoned in for the first 2 months. That meant, more visitation rights, better facilities- he actually had a bed, a desk and better food at the new facility.



DAY 60 OF THE HEARING:



Riddhima stepped out to leave for work but was shocked to see her car windows smashed. It was not unusual for miscreants to vandalize property in the D.C area but what caught her attention was the graffiti painted on the body of her car:


LEAVE THIS COUNTRY!


TRAITOR!


AIDING A TERRORIST!


BROWN SKINNED TERRORIST SUPPORTER!



Riddhima was aghast; she had been warned about this by her partners at the firm, but she had no idea that they would come to her home. A few demonstrations outside her office are all she expected, but this was scary. She ran upstairs to her apartment, "Mom! Sur! Where are you guys?"



"Kya hua beti?" Padma came out of Sur's room, "I am getting Sur ready for school….kya baat hai?"



A frantic Riddhima ran into Sur's room and hugged her, "Mom…..no school today…..aap log ghar par hi rahiye…..actually no……not home…..those scoundrels could come here too," she dialed Nishant's number.


She went to the other room and told Nishant what was going on. Padma overheard the conversation, "Riddhima? Humein Nishant ke yahan bhej rahi hai? Aur tu?"



"Mom…don't worry about me……I can't let anything happen to you and Sur……these guys are crazy….kuch bhi kar sakte hain," she packed Sur's bags and asked Padma to do the same.



They drove to Nishant's place in Padma's car.




"Aaiye aunty….come on Sur….Alex is having breakfast with Rahul uncle…..why don't you join him?" Nishant helped them with their bags, "Riddhima……Sur and aunty can stay here as long as they need to…..but what about you?"



"Nishant……don't worry about me……I will figure something out," she said



"You know I care about you…..so why won't I worry?" Nishant asked softly, "those devils are after you….they can harm you Riddhima…..I won't let you go back till it's safe," he said stubbornly.



"Ok Nishant," she touched his arm, "I will notify the police today…..right now I am getting late for court……I will call you later," she turned around to leave but then stopped at the dining table where the kids were having breakfast with Rahul. The kids hovered around Rahul as he showed them some pictures of his family.



"Who is this uncle?" Sur asked


"That's Suhaana……and that is Farhan…..when you both come to India….you can play with them, "Rahul pointed.


"Hi Riddhima….kaisi ho?" Rahul asked


Riddhima walked towards him, "main theek hoon….aap kaise hain Rahul bhai? Family ko bahut miss kar rahe hain na? Aap chaahe tho India jaa sakte hain…..if I need you again…..I will call you back."



"No way Riddhima…..I am not leaving without my brother……I have already applied for a visa extension……you never know how long these cases last," Rahul said.


In the meantime, Nishant joined the kids and flipped through the album, "who is this lady?" he looked up and asked.


"Oh…that's Arohi…Armaan'a wife," Rahul smiled. Riddhima remained silent at that comment and forced a smile, "I have met her…she is very sweet Nishant…..she is Hinna's cousin too."



"Hmmm," Nishant scratched his head and tried to recall where he had seen Arohi.




"I need to go now….see you all later….bye beta," Riddhima kissed Sur and hugged her mom, "mom…don't worry…main shaam ko yahin aaoongi…..we won't go back home till it is safe."


Nishant walked her out, "let me drop you."



"No…I will take a cab," she replied.


As Nishant and Riddhima waited for a cab, he suddenly remembered, "Arohi! Yaad aaya……Arjun!"



"Arjun?" she asked, "how do you know that name?"



"Remember….last year I had gone to Ahmedabad to sort out my grandfather's property case? Arjun is my lawyer…..he helped me with that case."



"What? Are you sure? Arjun has been dead for 5 years!" she exclaimed.


"Dead? Nahin….not at all…..I still correspond with him every so often," Nishant chuckled.



"He must be a different Arjun……but how come you know Arohi?" she was confused.



"Arjun and I became good friends……he showed me Arohi's picture…….he said she betrayed him," Nishant said sadly.


"BETRAYED HIM?" Riddhima was aghast.

PART 36:


Sazish Mein Shaamil Saara Jahan Hai?
Har Zarre Zarre Ki Yeh Iltiza Hai
O Re Piya?O Re Piya Haye ?O Re Piya


RECAP: "Arjun and I became good friends……he showed me Arohi's picture…….he told me she betrayed him," Nishant said sadly.


"BETRAYED HIM?" Riddhima was aghast.


"Yes….I remember distinctly…..one evening we were at a bar……that's when he poured his heart out to me," Nishant ran his fingers through his hair as he recalled that evening in Ahmedabad.




"Nishant…..please get me Arjun's contact info….as soon as I am back from court, I will contact you….thanks for everything," she gave him a friendly hug and took a cab to the Federal District Court.




The court hearing remained in a deadlock just as it had over the last few weeks. Riddhima did not mention anything to Gary about the vandalism on her car, but Nishant had called him that morning so he could keep an eye on Riddhima.




After the hearing, Gary walked up to Riddhima, "Riddhima…..the court session is going to break for the Christmas Holidays soon…why don't you take a vacation dear…..I am worried about you…..you have been working too hard…..a little fresh air would do you good."




"Vacation?" she asked, "No Gary…..I can't do that…….we still have a lot of work to do…..I can't vacation while Armaan is in custody."



"I know how you feel about Armaan Riddhima…….but I am afraid your life is in danger dear…..your friend Nishant called me this morning……..he told me about the attack on your car…..those racist scoundrels could do anything……I would hate to lose my best lawyer," Gary put a protective arm around her.


"Ok Gary…..I will take a vacation……I will go to India," she said decisively.


"India?" Gary was surprised, "you needn't go that far dear…..Florida would be fine too," he chuckled.




"Gary……India might have the key to this deadlock," she squeezed Gary's arm and walked out of the court. Gary shook his head, "this girl…..she can be persistent……I wish I had a few more like her on our team."


"Hi Riddhima," Lisa met her outside the court, "I have some good news."


"Great! Looks like this day is full of surprises…what's up?" Riddhima asked.


"You know Senator Jim Perry? The Democrat from Virginia?" Lisa asked.


"Yeah sure," Riddhima nodded.


"He has agreed to meet us regarding Armaan's case……he has been very vocal about unfair treatment towards suspected terrorists and has been intrigued by Armaan's case…..I have set up a meeting with him tomorrow at 3…..will that work?" Lisa asked.


"That's great news Lisa!" Riddhima hugged her friend, "can you pick me up though?"




"Sure….but what happened?" Lisa asked. Riddhima told her about the vandalism on her car.




"Ridz…..you are not going back to your apartment….are you?" Lisa asked.




"Well….mom and Sur are safe at Nishant's place……but Nishant is already hosting Rahul…..so I feel odd," she hesitated.



"Come on Ridz…..you can spend the night at my place……..Jeff is out of town anyways," Lisa offered (Jeff is Lisa's live in boyfriend).



"Thanks Lisa….I will see you tonight," Riddhima took leave and took a cab to meet Armaan. Even though, Armaan was present at the courthouse earlier, her day was incomplete without meeting him alone even if it was in his prison cell. Riddhima could not wait to see him. She was in a quandary whether she should tell him about Arjun yet, "I don't want to give him false hopes yet…..I should go to India and meet Arjun……what if Arjun is involved in framing Armaan? He could be upset about Armaan and Arohi's marriage rumors…..if that's the case, Armaan might accept all the charges against him, just to save Arjun…..no…I cannot tell Armaan anything yet…..not without meeting Arjun."




Lately, Armaan and Riddhima had started discussing things other than just pertinent to the case. They exchanged stories about their daughters, their friends, their lives……they could talk for hours on anything and everything. They were like a couple except that they lived on opposite side of the bars and ironically; Armaan's custody was in reality his only 'freedom' to be with the woman he loved.


"Hi Armaan," a cheerful Riddhima walked into his cell. Armaan sat on his bed, a worried expression on his face.




'What happened?" she sensed his worry, "kya hua?"


"Riddhima……please leave this case," he urged.



"Are you unhappy with your defense team, Mr. Mallik?" she chided him.


"Riddhima…kabhie tho meri baat sun liya karo," he sounded frustrated.




"Aaj tak nahin maani…..tho ab kyun maanungi?" she asked, "I have to tell you something."



"Pehle meri baat suno!" he scolded her.


"My…my….itna gussa? What's up Armaan?" she sat next to him and touched his arm.



"I overheard your conversation with Gary this morning…….Riddhima……your life is in danger…..please don't do that to yourself," he pleaded.



"Armaan!" she rolled her eyes, "don't worry…….I am aware of the threats…….that comes with the territory……..I will get police protection….don't you worry," she said casually.


"Riddhima!" Armaan grabbed her elbow angrily, "this is not funny! Yeh mazaak ki baat nahin hai! Tum ab ek maa ho…..aur apni maa ka sirf eklauta sahara……you can't do this to them."



She looked at the hand squeezing her elbow and then smiled, "Armaan……jaante ho…..5 saal pehle tum mere saath aisa karte tho main tum se ladh baith ti…..I would have asked you to mind your own business……lekin aaj tum jab mujhey aise daant te ho tho mujhey tumhara apnapan aur pyaar dikhta hai……I love it when my business is your business," she touched the hand encircling her elbow.




Armaan realized what he had just done, "I am sorry Riddhima……I….I should not be so possessive……after all, you are doing all this for me…….lekin main nahin chaahta ki meri wajah se koi tumhein taqleef pahunchaaye…….main apne aap ko kabhie maaf nahin kar paaunga Riddhima……I would rather stay in jail lifelong than see you hurt."




"Armaan," she squeezed his fingers resting on her elbow, "I am really touched by your touch," she giggled, "par tumne meri khabar abhi tak nahin suni."



"Haan bolo?" he withdrew his hand from her arm.


"Armaan…..I am taking some time off…..I will be gone for a week or so."


"Kahan jaa rahi ho?" he could not hide the disappointment in his voice. Her visits were the only thing he looked forward to everyday.



"I am leaving for India in a couple of days," she sighed



"Case ke silsilay mein?" he asked


"Kind of…..I need to get some important information," she replied



"Akele jaa rahi ho?" he was concerned.



"Nahin tumhare saath jaa rahi hoon!" she mocked at him, "of course I am going alone….what is the big deal?"



"Riddhima…..how will you manage a visit to India by yourself?" he asked


"Armaan….I am not going on vacation…..I don't need a local guide," she chuckled and touched his face gently, "this is official work….and Nishant will take care of mom and Sur while I am gone."




"Nishant par bahut bharosa hai na tumhein?" he asked



"Apne aap se bhi zyaada," she replied casually but noticed the color drain on his face, "well….I meant…….he will take good care of mom and Sur……so I don't have to worry."




"He is a good man Riddhima…..I have not met him yet…..but I can tell he really cares for you," Armaan looked away to hide his pain.



"He does……he wants to marry me Armaan," she sighed.



"You should…..aakhir sacche pyaar karne waale zindagi mein baar baar nahin milte," he said softly.



"Ek baar hi mil jaaye Armaan…..wo hi bahut hai," she replied softly and got up to leave.



"You are right Riddhima….ek baar hi saccha pyaar ho jaaye……insaan saari zindagi uski yaad mein jee sakta hai," he nodded.


"Armaan," she placed her hand on his back, "I will call you soon…..I might not see you till I get back…..take care of yourself……..kuch problem ho tho Lisa ya Nishant ko phone kar dena…..they know how to reach Gary also."




Armaan stared at her misty eyes, "Riddhima……kabhie kabhie aisa lagta hai ki is qaid mein hi mujhey azaadi mili hai……apne pyaar ko poori tarah se sirf in chaar deewaaron mein hi paaya hai maine," he held her hands and raised them to his lips. Riddhima's lips trembled as she felt his lips brush against her fingers. His lips still had the power to stir her senses just like five years ago. She was yet to meet a man who had the same effect on her; it was always Armaan and still was. He looked up, noticed her flushed face and recited,



'Itni lambi judaii sahenge hum kaise…
Teri mohabbat pe aetbaar agar na karte..
Toot ke kaheen hum bikhar na jaayein..

Tere muskarahne se lekar teri aankhon ki boondein,
Yaadon main hum qaid rakhenge..…
Ab tere saath hone ka ehsaas mehsoos kar rahe hain…..
Choot na jaaye koi lamha…hum saari raat yahi soch kar jagte rahenge.'

(thanks sarah for the wonderful poem u wrote)




Riddhima had tears in her eyes; she blinked her eyes to dry them up, "Armaan…..please let me go now……I will talk to you later," she pulled her hands away and got up to leave. She left the cell with a very heavy heart. She had practically seen Armaan every day over the last 3 months and although her plan was to be away for a week or so, the separation was unbearable for her….what would happen when he was actually set free? Then he would be back in India forever…..what would she do then? Could she leave her home and country if that happened? Riddhima shook her head and resolved to stay focused on the case and Arjun's mystery for now.




Padma and Nishant were surprised at Riddhima's sudden decision to go to India, but she managed to convince them that it was probably safer for her to be away from home when the miscreants were after her life. Hopefully, with the case keeping a low profile during the holidays would help calm some of the hot elements in the society. The meeting with the Senator next day would hopefully help with this issue also.




Peter insisted on joining Riddhima to India, "hey Riddhima…..I have been meaning to go and visit the authorities there anyways…….apparently there are some new links between the Mallik business and money being channeled to some other militant groups….I just received a fax from the CBI team in Mumbai."




"What crap?" she was aghast, "I thought we proved that those charities and Mid east connections were legit!"




"Well…..there are some links to Malaysia now…..they have taken possession of all the Mallik records and shut all their showrooms……and have taken Armaan's dad in custody too," Peter shook his head.




"Rahul did not mention anything," Riddhima's heart pounded nervously at the new development.



"Well….this just happened a few hours ago…..the Mallik household phones are disconnected right now……if they have enough proof….Rahul might get arrested too…….you might want to warn him," Peter sounded dejected. This web of conspiracy was deeper than they had expected.




"Peter…..I would love it if you go with me……we really need to find Arjun……I hope it's not him!" Riddhima clenched her teeth and then informed Gary of the latest developments.



AHMEDABAD:


Riddhima and Peter headed to the Law office where Arjun worked.



'ARJUN SHAH' the sign on the door was reassuring for both of them


Knock Knock!


"Come in!" a voice summoned them from inside.



"May I help you?" the man on the chair looked up from his desk and was stunned to see the two visitors at the door.



"Hi Arjun…..remember us?" Riddhima asked. It was definitely Arjun….Arohi's Arjun. He looked the same except a thinner and worn out version of the young handsome crazy lover she knew from 5 years ago.



"Aap log yahan?" he was still in a daze, "aapko mera pataa kaise maloom hua?" he got up from his chair, a little suspicious when he saw the FBI badge on Peter's shirt.



Riddhima smiled and walked over to him. She gave him a friendly hug, "I am so happy to see you alive Arjun…..we all thought you were..." she paused.


"Dead?" he asked sarcastically.


"That's what everyone thinks Arjun," she said.


Arjun twisted his lips and smiled sardonically, "think? Or wanted?"



"Arjun? Trust me ……we are so happy to see you……no one knows that you are alive……this would be the best news for everyone…..especially Arohi," Riddhima touched his arm and assured him.




"NAAM MAT LO USKA! EK BEWAFAA LADKI! MERE JAZBAATON KE SAATH KHELTI RAHI WO! AUR WO ARMAAN?" he laughed aloud, "USNEY THO TUMHEIN BHI DHOKHA DIYA HOGA NA RIDDHIMA? HE LOVED YOU….DIDN'T HE? THEY BOTH USED US RIDDHIMA!" Arjun's nostrils flared as his pent up anger surfaced on his face.



"Arjun!" she said firmly, "Yes….Armaan loved me….and still does……just as much as Arohi loved you…..and still does."




Arjun turned around and gave her a quizzical look, "tumhein kya pataa Riddhima? You live in the US….you have no idea what happened 5 years ago."




"I do……I know that you and your mom apparently died in the train accident between Ahmedabad and Mumbai……Arohi found out that she was pregnant with your child…..she was devastated at that point……once the railway authorities convinced her about your demise…..Armaan stepped in and agreed to support her……after all she was an unwed mother to be……lekin kismet ka khel dekho…..Armaan aur Arohi ka nikaah adhoora reh gaya……aur aaj tak adhoora hi hai……Armaan is her husband for the rest of the world……but Arohi has never accepted him as her husband…….she broke down……and is still undergoing treatment for the shock she received after the news of your death! Armaan has taken care of them ever since."


Arjun's ears turned red; he could not believe what he had just heard. He stared at Riddhima in utter disbelief, "how can I believe you? Maine apni aankhon se dekha hai Armaan, Arohi aur unke bacche ko."



"Suhaana…Suhaana naam hai tumhari beti ka," Riddhima clarified.



"Suhaana?" Arjun had tears in his eyes, "haan….maine Arohi se keh rakha tha ki hamari kabhie beti huyi tho uska naam…." He broke down and could not talk any further.




Peter helped Arjun sit down on a chair, "here…..drink some water buddy."



Riddhima knelt down in front of Arjun, "Arjun…..Armaan is in trouble…..in fact the whole Mallik household is in trouble……we need your help….Arohi and Suhaana need you."



Arjun wiped his tears, "lekin sab logon ne bhi mujhey yakeen dilaaya tha ki Arohi aur Armaan ek doosre se pyaar karte hain…..aur apni marzi se nikaah kiya hai unhone…..why did they mislead me? Itne saal main apni Arohi aur Suhaana se alag raha?" he could not control his tears anymore, "Riddhima……I want to see them…….what happened to Armaan? I heard he is involved in some kind of terrorism case…..I was happy that he was getting what he deserved……but now I feel guilty…..Armaan bhai helped my family….aur main?"



"Let's go to Mumbai Arjun…….we can't waste anymore time," Riddhima held Arjun's hand and urged him to get up.



"How did you find me?" he asked again.



"Dr Nishant Mehta…he is a good friend of mine," she nodded, "ab chalein?"



"Haan…chalo," Arjun followed them

PART 37:


Arjun, Peter and Riddhima took the first flight to Mumbai. Riddhima had told Nishant not to mention anything about Arjun to Rahul as she wanted to surprise Arohi with the good news. Rahul was aware that Riddhima had gone to India to find some information on Armaan's case, but he had no idea about her real mission. Since Riddhima had departed, Rahul had tried his best to get in touch with his family in India, but all the land lines and mobiles were in the possession of the CBI.


Muskaan had managed to call Rahul from a public phone booth but decided to keep the recent developments a secret from him. Rahul's presence with Armaan in the US was very crucial at this stage as Armaan had no family there. Shahnawaaz had been kept in custody for about 2 days but was released on bail after interrogation. Their family business was however under complete scrutiny for alleged links to militant groups in Malaysia.




The Mallik household had never seen such bad days before. Rahul and Armaan's departure had taken away all their good luck. The only silver lining in the cloud was Arohi's recovery from her deep depression. She had risen to the occasion and instead of their liability had become their strength.



"Arohi beta…..kuch din tho ghar aa jaa……wahan Armaan bhi nahin hai…..Suhaana bhi pareshaan ho rahi hogi…..wahan sasuraal mein kya rakha hai?" Arohi's mom and dad pleaded her to come home on several occasions but Arohi refused, 'nahin abbu aur ammi…….aaj tak Armaan aur unke parivar ne meri zimmeddari li hai…..ab mera farz bantaa hai ki main bhi apni zimmeddari nibhaaun."




"Arjun…what happened after your accident? How did you survive? And what about your mom?" Riddhima asked him on the flight.




He heaved a sigh, "It's a long story Riddhima…..meri ammi ki tho accident mein maut ho gayi," he said softly.


"Oh no! I am sorry," she empathized.



"Main kisi tarah bach gaya…..I was badly injured to the point of non recognition…..I had a bad fracture in my jaw, arms and legs……so I could not communicate with anyone for months……I stayed at the hospital for almost 3 months…..once I was discharged, I found my maamu in Ahmedabad……..he was relieved to see me…..but told me about ammi's death," Arjun wiped his tears as he recalled those horrendous days.



"My God! Phir kya hua?" she asked.



"Then I called Arohi's house…..lekin us din Arohi ka nikaah ho raha tha…..mera dil toot gaya……mujhey yakeen nahin hua…..main Mumbai gaya…..aur wahan maine door se dekha ki Arohi aur Armaan ka nikaah ho raha hai…..main niraash hokar wapas Ahmedabad aa gaya…..lekin wapas aane ke baad mere andar ki aag aur badhti gayi…..Arohi ke bina meri zindagi adhoori thi…..mujhse raha nahin gaya….kuch mahine baad main phir Mumbai gaya…..Arohi se baat karne……mujhey laga uska nikaah kahin zabardasti na karwaa diya ho uske ghar waalon ne……lekin phir maine Armaan bhai, Arohi aur unke chote se bacche ko garden mein hanste khelte….ghoomte huye dekha….bas mujh se sahaa nahin gaya…..Arohi se nafrat karne lagaa…..wapas Ahmedabad aakar jaise taise zindagi shuru ki…..law ki degree kari…..lekin Arohi ko kabhie bhula nahin paaya…..usey bewafaa aur na jaane kya kya taane deta raha…..Nishant mera accha dost ban gaya tha….sirf usey hi apne dil ki baat bataayi….aur iteefaaq tho dekho……wo tumhara hi dost nikal baitha," he smiled through his tears, "Riddhima…main bahut kharaab aadmi hoon….maine Armaan bhai aur Arohi ko kitni bad dua di hain….shayad usee wajah se aaj Armaan bhai," he broke down and buried his face in his palms, "I don't deserve to be forgiven Riddhima," he sobbed.




Riddhima could feel his pain; tears welled up in her eyes too, "Arjun," she touched his shoulder, "galat fehmi ka sirf ek ilaaj hai…..maafi…..don't be so hard on yourself…..after all it was an unfortunate series of events…..neither you, nor Arohi wanted to hurt each other…..unlike….unlike," she paused.



He looked up, "unlike who?" he raised his eyebrow.



"Unlike me…..I hurt Armaan's feelings intentionally……I broke his heart knowingly…..lekin Armaan ne phir bhi mujhey maaf kar diya Arjun…..jab tum Arohi se miloge…..wo zaroor tumhara dard samajh paayegi……aur Arohi ke dard ka ilaaj sirf tumhare paas hi hai Arjun," she stroked his arm affectionately.



Arjun wiped his tears and then gave her a curious look, "Riddhima….where did you learn such good Hindi?"



"I am glad you noticed," she chuckled, "warna main soch rahi thi ki main waise hi show off kar rahi hoon aur Arjun miya ka dhyaan hi nahin jaa raha."



Arjun smiled at the light hearted talk, "thanks Riddhima…..I am really grateful to you…..lekin ek baat ka dhyaan rakhna…..don't tell anyone in the Mallik household or Hasan household that I am alive and in Mumbai…at least not yet."


She was perplexed, "why? Not even Arohi?"



"No..no…yeh maine kab kaha? Main apne puraane ghar jaaoonga…..wahan tum Arohi ko le aana…..I don't want the Mallik's or Hasan's to know about me yet," he explained.


'But why?" she asked



He sighed, "there are some people who never wanted Arohi and I to marry…..maine tumhein bataaya nahin….jis din Arohi ka nikaah ho raha tha….jab main ghar ke bahar khada tha…..ghar ke ek ehem insaan ne mujhey be izzat kar ke nikaal diya tha…..iss liye jab tak Armaan bhai nahin wapas aa jaate…..main kisi ko apni shakal nahin dikhaana chaahta…..kyunki wo shaks kuch bhi kar sakta hai….I don't want to endanger anyone by my presence."



Riddhima was shocked to hear that. The Malliks and the Hasans were the nicest people she had ever met, then why would they want to separate the two lovers and jeopardize Arohi and Armaan's happiness?



"Arjun….you know there seems to be some sort of conspiracy against Armaan and his family too…..these terrorism charges against Armaan are more than a mere case of mistaken identity……the CBI and Indian Police are also investigating this case…..would you be able to help out here?" she asked.



"Of course Riddhima….I have a lot of good friends and contacts in the CBI, Mumbai branch……I will definitely look into it…..waise bhi India mein jaan pehchaan ke bina kuch nahin hota," Arjun smiled.



"India mein bhi aur US mein bhi….you know Arjun…..contacts are important everywhere…..whether it is India or the US…..Indians are more open about it….but we Americans use them very subtly…..bas yahi farak hai…….we Americans like to preach and pretend that we are the most self-righteous people in the world…..we like to blame others for our misery…..but we are like anyone else….as corrupt and as biased as other countries are…. Just a little sophisticated and bit bossy though," she laughed and explained.



"You have changed a lot Riddhima," Arjun grinned, "kya pyaar ne itna badal diya tumhein?"



Riddhima caressed the old bracelet on her wrist, "pyaar ne….aur haalaat ne….I hope for the better though?" she chuckled and asked.



"Absolutely!" Arjun grinned as they buckled up for landing.


As per plan, Riddhima and Peter took a cab to the Mallik household, whereas Arjun went to his old house which had been locked for years since his accident.



MALLIK HOUSEHOLD:


DING DONG



Riddhima rang the bell to the familiar door. She recalled her last visit to this house. How could she forget their hospitality and graciousness? At that point, she had just been a curious visitor, but for some reason today she felt as if she was standing outside her own home. Armaan and his family were like her own now; there was a strange sense of connection she felt with everyone here even though she had not seen them in 5 years.



"Arre Riddhima? Peter?" Aaliyah opened the door and instantly recognized them, "please come in," she greeted them with a big hug and smile.



"Armaan aur Rahul bhai kaise hain?" Aaliyah asked excitedly, "Rahul bhai is all praises for you…..will Armaan bhai come home soon?"



"Of course he will……he has sent his love to all of you," Riddhima hugged her back and then saw an anxious Shahnawaaz, Naina and Muskaan in the living room. Riddhima walked in and hugged all of them. Peter shook hands with everyone too. The family had not been so happy in months. They surrounded Riddhima and asked her all sorts of questions about their sons, especially Armaan.



'Jail mein khaana milta hai mere Armaan ko?" A worried Naina asked



'Uski sehat kaisi hai?"


"Ghar ki yaad tho nahin sataati usey?"


"Kyun hua aise?"



"Kab aayega wo?"



"Usey pareshaan tho nahin karte?"


Riddhima answered all their questions patiently and then looked around, "Arohi aur Suhaana kahan hain?"


"Wo oopar hai…Suhaana ko school ke liye tayyar kar rahi hai," Aaliyah answered.



'Can I go upstairs?" Riddhima asked eagerly.


"Haan haan kyun nahin…..Arohi bhabhi tho sab se zyaada chinta mein hain Armaan bhai ki wajah se," Aaliyah led the way upstairs. Riddhima felt a little pang in her heart after hearing Aaliyah's words, "what if Arohi had really started loving Armaan? After all it had been 5 years…..what if Armaan's arrest had evoked other feelings inside her? Why am I jealous of Arohi? Why do I feel that I have the right on him rather than Arohi, who is supposedly his wife? No…Arohi belongs to Arjun and Arjun only!" she reasoned with her conscience and followed Aaliyah.




"Bhabhi! Dekho kaun aaya hai?" Aaliyah walked into Arohi's room. Arohi was combing Suhaana's beautiful long hair. She looked up and was pleasantly surprised to see the visitor at the door. Arohi dropped the comb and ran to hug Riddhima, "RIDDHIMA! KAB AAYI? I AM SO GLAD TO SEE YOU! ARMAAN KAISE HAIN?"



Riddhima kissed Arohi's cheeks and smiled back; all her jealousy had melted away once she saw the mother and daughter together- in fact she was reminded of Sur at that moment and kicked herself for envying Arohi just a few moments ago. After all, Armaan was their biggest well wisher and support- they had first right over him, even if Arohi was not his legally wedded wife and Suhaana not his daughter- he still belonged to them.




"I just got in…Armaan is OK I guess….as well as one can be in custody…..he misses all of you," Riddhima replied.



"Hum sab bhi bahut miss karte hain unhein….khuda se bas yeh dua maangti hoon ki wo jald se jald sahi salaamat ghar aa jaayein….mujhey aur kuch nahin chaahiye," Arohi said tearfully.



Aaliyah walked out, "I am getting late for college bhabhi….main chali…bye Riddhima….I hope you will stay with us."



Riddhima waved back, "of course I will….aur kahan rahoongi?"



Riddhima smiled at Suhaana and knelt next to her, 'Hi Suhaana….how are you?"


"Aapka kya naam hai? Maine aapko kahin dekha hai," Suhaana stared at this new 'auntie'


'Kahan?' Riddhima asked.


"Yaad aaya!" Suhaana snapped her fingers, "neeche basement mein daddy ki paintings hain…..wahan aapki bhi ek painting hai."



Riddhima was a little embarrassed, 'Oh wo? Lekin wo tho complete nahin hai abhi," she recalled that Armaan had told her he had never completed her painting.



"Nahin complete hai…..maine daddy se kaha tha complete karne ko….jaanti hain us painting ka naam kya hai?" Suhaana asked innocently.



Riddhima turned red and lowered her head guiltily, "chhodo Suhaana….kabhie aur sahi."



Arohi smiled and stroked Riddhima's back, "main bura nahin maanungi Riddhima…..Armaan ke dil mein sirf ek ladki ne hi raaz kiya hai…..Armaan mere sab se acchhe dost hain…..but his heart will always belong to you Riddhima….mujhey iska koi gila nahin hai."



Riddhima got up and placed her hand on Arohi's shoulder, "I have some good news for you Arohi….better than any you could imagine."


There was a knock on the door, "madam…Suhaana beti tayyar hain?"


'Haan Teddy……tayyar hain…jao beta school jao….aunty ko bye kar do," Arohi kissed Suhaana. Riddhima caressed Suhaana's hair and smiled at her, "aap se school ke baad miloongi..Ok? And I have a surprise for you…"



"Surprise?" Suhaana's eyes popped at the mention of a surprise, "sach much? Kya hai? Batao na aunty…please…please."



"Baad mein Suhaana, " Arohi scolded her, 'Teddy…please le jao Suhaana ko."



Teddy walked out with a protesting four year old, "mujhey abhi abhi surprise chaahiye….daddy….aap kahan hain? Mujhey surprise chaahiye," she wailed all the way to the bottom of the stairs.


"Sorry Arohi….I should not have gotten her all excited," Riddhima apologized.



"Koi baat nahin Riddhima…..she misses Armaan a lot….no one can take his place in her life," Arohi said sadly.



"Yes…there is someone who can," Riddhima shut the door and whispered.


"Kya matlab?" Arohi was flabbergasted, "kaun hai aisa?"


"Ek farishta! Jiska naam Arjun hai," Riddhima said softly



Arohi was stunned, "Riddhima! Yeh kaisa mazaak hai?" she shut her eyes and placed her hands on her ears, "Riddhima…..I am trying my best to get out of my past….please don't do this to me."



"Phir mere saath chalo…..I have to show you something," Riddhima held Arohi's hand, "come with me."


"Kahan?" Arohi was baffled, "please don't tease me Riddhima…..tum jaanti nahin ho puraani yaadein mera dimaagi santulan kho deti hain…..I have forgotten my past now."


"Arohi….trust me…..you will not regret….just change up into something nice….I will wait for you downstairs."


Arohi relented and changed into a yellow salwaar suit.



"Kahan jaa rahi ho Arohi?" Muskaan asked.


"Arohi and I need to pick some stuff for Armaan," Riddhima intervened, "he needed some books etc….we will be back in a couple of hours."



"OK….we will wait for you at lunch then," Muskaan said.


Peter took off to the CBI headquarters while Riddhima and Arohi drove towards Arjun's place.



"Yahan kyun laayi ho Riddhima?" Arohi's heart was pounding as their car stopped outside Arjun's apartment complex, "maine kaha tha tumhein mujhey puraani yaadon ke paas mat le jao," she was visibly angry at Riddhima.



Riddhima held her hand and helped her out of the car, "Arohi….I am your friend and would never want to harm you….please come with me."



Arohi hesitantly followed Riddhima and stood behind her as Riddhima knocked on the door. Arohi did not look up once the door opened. Arjun stood frozen with a big smile as he saw Arohi hiding behind Riddhima.


"Bye….see you in a bit….I have to meet Peter for some work," Riddhima slid off leaving the two lovers behind.



Arohi did not look up yet, but received a sudden jolt when she heard, "kaisi ho?"


Her heart stopped beating momentarily, her world came to a standstill; she was in a daze as she saw the smiling face in front of her. Arohi had dreamt about such a scenario innumerable times in the past 5 years, but today she was not sure whether it was still a dream or the truth?



"Kya yeh ek sapna hai?" she asked softly, tears rolling down her eyes.



"Sapna hai tho khuda mujhey neend se kabhie na jagaaye," Arjun stepped closer and touched her face.



"Ya allah! Yeh kaisa mazaak kar raha hai tu meri zindagi se?" Arohi started sobbing.


Arjun could not control his tears either. They both stood face to face, their cheeks burning with the five years of pent up tears; their eyes spoke volumes while they remained silent.



'ARJUN!" Arohi threw herself into his arms as she could not take it any longer. Arjun squeezed her frame with his long arms as they stood in a tight embrace after five long, painful years of separation.


Please watch this wonderful VM made by Muniza on AA (song is Is pal main hoon from AAja nachle)



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8V5C3GGexA




[Is Pal mein hoon ya tum bhi ho
Ya dono hoke bhi na hain
Kyun ho kya ho
Ho bhi ki na ho
Ya kehna sunna mana hain>2

aa aAa aaA

da da daa

Pa dha ni sa re gaaa aa a
Dha ni dha
Pa daa pa
ma pa ma
Ga ma ga re

da na da na da naa

Tumhein dekhke yaad aai
wohi bishri kahani
Deewane ka kissa
Ya phir ek deewani

Dono sang sang rehte har dum
Esha yeh mene suna hai

[Is Pal mein hoon ya tum bhi ho
Ya dono hoke bhi na hain
Kyun ho kya ho
Ho bhi ki na ho
Ya kehna sunna mana hain>2

Ishq hua

Tum bata do yaad koi
Kya purani leke aau
Ya nishani deti jau
YA kahani leke jau
Ya ki maan chod do jaye
Yeh jata ,jata jahan hai

[Is Pal mein hoon ya tum bhi ho
Ya dono hoke bhi na hain
Kyun ho kya ho
Ho bhi ki na ho
Ya kehna sunna mana hain>2

Is pal Mein hoon

PART 38:this part is dedicated to all those who were starving because of lack of ZK hot scenes Embarrassed


Wo kehte hain na…..ki jo hota hai achha hota hai
……………………………………………kya galat kehte hain?




RECAP: 'ARJUN!" Arohi threw herself into his arms as she could not take it any longer. Arjun squeezed her frame with his long arms as they stood in a tight embrace after five long, painful years of separation.


"Andar aa jao Arohi," Arjun finally pulled away and put his arm around her. She clung on to him like a vine around a tree and gradually entered the house. They sat on the same couch where five years ago they had committed the most beautiful sin of their lives. They shared tears and their stories from the past five years.


"Main Suhaana se milna chaahta hoon Arohi," Arjun said.


"Haan zaroor…..wo apne abbu se milkar bahut khush ho gi….maine usey tumhari photo dikhaa rakhi hai….uske liye tum Abbu ho aur Armaan daddy," she replied.




"Armaan bhai ki jagah tho main shayad kabhie na le paaun uski zindagi mein lekin usey itna pyaar doonga ki samay ke saath saath wo apne Abbu ke bhi utney hi kareeb ho jaayegi…….main bahut sharminda hoon Arohi….itney saal tumse aur apni bachhi se door raha….meri hi galti hai….mujhey apni aankhon aur logon ki baaton ki jagah apne dil par aetbaar karna chaahiye tha…..mujhey kya pataa tha tumpar aur Armaan bhai par kya beet rahi hogi," he hung his head in shame.



"Arjun……khuda ka lakh lakh shukr hai ki ab hum sab saath hain……lekin Armaan bahut museebat mein hain Arjun…..kuch karo unke liye….un jaise nek insaan ke saath yeh kitna badhaa dhokha hua hai…..kaise koi unko terrorist samajh sakta hai?"



"Arohi….Riddhima aur Peter ne mujhey saare case ki details bataayi hain……na jaane kyun mujhey aisa lagta hai jaise unke khilaaf saazish hai…..balki poore Mallik parivaar ke saath hi saazish lag rahi hai….main zaroor unki madad karoonga…..in fact jab tak Armaan bhai wapas nahin aa jaate…..main yahin Mumbai mein hi rahoonga…..lekin tum kisi ko mere baare mein bataana nahin," he requested.



"Lekin kyun Arjun? Phir Suhaana se kaise miloge?" she was perplexed.


"Hai ek wajah….abhi bataa nahin sakta…..Suhaana ko door se hi school mein dekh loonga filhaal….aakhir bacchi hai….kahin sab ke saamne mooh se na nikal jaaye," Arjun explained.


"Kya wajah hai aisi Arjun?…Please batao," Arohi insisted.


"Main sirf yeh bataa sakta hoon ki Ahmedabad aur Mumbai ke beech jo train accident hua tha….wo accident nahin….balki kisi ki saazish thi…..yeh baat mujhey kuch din pehle hi pataa chali thi," Arjun said, "mera ek dost us accident ki investigation kar raha tha….usney hi bataaya."




"Saazish?" she was shocked


"Haan…..train mein bomb tha…..usi compartment mein jismein meri aur ammi ki reservation thi……lekin humein train pakadne mein thodi der ho gayi thi….tho TT ne humein doosre compartment mein chadne diya…..that is why, I escaped with just injuries….lekin bechari ammi nahin bach paayi," he sighed.


"Ya allah!" she gasped, "lekin tumhein kaun maarna chaahta tha?"



"I will let you know when I find out…..aur na jaane kyun mujhey aisa lagta hai ki Armaan bhai par ilzaam bhi isi shakhs se connected hai…..waqt aane par pataa chal jaayega….tum ghar jao…..main apne dost Mazhar se milne jaata hoon….wo CBI mein hai…..he is a very smart man," Arjun got up.



Arohi hugged his again, "Arjun…..main tumhein chhod kar kahin nahin jaaoongi….mujhey darr lagta hai."



"Arohi," he stroked her head lovingly on his shoulder, "chalo aisa karte hain….Suhaana ke school chalte hain….wahan door se main apni beti ko bhi dekh loonga….aur hum dono thodi der aur saath reh lenge."


"Theek hai…waise bhi Suhaana ke wapas aane ka time hone waala hai…..Teddy ke saath main phir ghar chali jaaungi," Arohi wiped her tears and hugged him once more.



Arjun and Arohi took a cab to her school; Arohi went inside while Arjun waited outside behind a tree. As he was waiting, he saw a car pull into the parking lot. The man in the car was a fair, stout man and sat back in the driver's seat, probably waiting for the school to get over. Arjun noticed something strange about the man. He talked on a phone while seated on the driver's seat, but then placed another phone on the other ear. Then he pulled up a small laptop and turned on the screen. Arjun was intrigued- the man looked like someone's personal driver but had two phones, a computer and then took out a walkie talkie like device. He seemed more like a secret service agent than a chauffeur!



"Yeh aadmi school mein kya kar raha hai?" Arjun observed him clearly. Then he saw Arohi and a little girl with long hair walking out of the gates.



"Ammi…..wo aunty waala surprise kya hai?" Suhaana had still not forgotten Riddhima's promise.



"Wo surprise tumhein tab milega jab tum roz apna khaana theek se khaaogi…theek hai?" Arohi said firmly.


"Ammi!" Suhaana whined. Arjun's eyes welled up at the sight of his whiny little doll. She was as beautiful as her mom; how he wished to hug and carry her in his arms.



Arohi looked around to see if Arjun was still around. Arjun gave her a thumps up from behind the tree and blew a kiss towards his family. Arohi smiled tearfully and held Suhaana in her arms for Arjun to see her properly. Arjun gestured to give Suhaana a kiss on the cheeks and hug her on his behalf. Arohi obliged and gave Suhaana two sweet kisses and hugged her tightly.



"Ammi surprise?" Suhaana got all excited.


"Abhi nahin badmaash ladki! Chalo ghar chalte hain," she reluctantly carried Suhaana to the car. Arjun held his chest with his hand and heaved a sigh, "ya allah…..itne saal tho kisi tarah jee liya inke bina….par ab yeh kuch din kaise katenge?"




Arjun noticed them walking towards the same car with the strange driver. He noticed that the driver hurriedly packed his phones and computer away when Arohi approached the car.



Arjun was sure there was something fishy about this man. He would have to call Arohi later; thankfully Arohi had a private mobile not listed under the Malliks account. She had given him the number before going into the school.



Later, Arjun met with Riddhima, Peter, his CBI friend, Mazhar and another CBI officer, Shabbir. They all discussed the details of the case. Arjun mentioned the suspicious driver who took Suhaana back and forth from school.



"Peter and I are staying with the Malliks Arjun….we will keep an eye on that man…..I think Arohi addressed him as Teddy," Riddhima scratched her head.



AT THE MALLIKS:


Muskaan was surprised to see Arohi and Riddhima arrive separately but Riddhima mentioned that she had to stay back for some work while Arohi picked Suhaana. They all had lunch together. Arohi was in an unusually jovial mood; the Malliks thought that Riddhima had probably reassured Arohi about Armaan's well being. Riddhima and Peter hung around with the Malliks the rest of the day. They both befriended the little bossy Suhaana. Riddhima called Sur and talked to her at length. Suhaana reminded her of Sur each time she looked at her. Sur was of course having a ball at Nishant uncle's house with Alex and Rahul uncle. Rahul was happy to know that Riddhima was staying at his house; that was the least he could do for her.




"Lagta hai Armaan se door reh kar, hamari Arohi Armaan ki kadar karne lagi hai…..allah ka lakh lakh shukr hai ki jab Armaan wapas aayega tho Arohi usey bilkul theek milegi…phir in dono ka nikaah poore rasmo rivaaz ke saath kar denge," Naina mentioned to her husband.



Riddhima overheard their conversation, "haan aunty…..Arohi ka nikaah zaroor dhoom dhaam se kariyega…..aur mujhey bulaana mat bhooliyega."



"Arre….tumhein kaise bhoolenge beti? Armaan aur Arohi ki zindagi mein tumhari bahut ehem jagah hai," Naina smiled, "tumhare bina wo dono adhoore hain."



Riddhima smiled and lowered her head and thought, "aur Armaan ke bina main adhoori hoon."



Peter was given the guest suite in the house.



"Riddhima….tum Armaan ke room mein theher sakti ho," Arohi said quietly, "aakhir tumhara haq hai," she teased. Riddhima blushed at the suggestion, "ajeeb tho nahin lagega?"


"No….I have a separate room…..aur waise bhi guest room mein Peter hai….so you have no choice," Arohi chuckled.



Riddhima took her bags to Armaan's room and felt a familiar feeling of warmth as she entered his room. The room welcomed her just as Armaan's arms and his smiles had always welcomed her into his life. She was disheartened to see that most of his favorite possessions were gone- no books, no CDs, no computer, most of his paintings were gone too- they were all under the CBI's custody. What proof were they trying to get from those innocent objects? She caressed the empty book cases and his desk with her fingers, "I promise you Armaan….I will make sure all your beautiful creations return to their rightful place as soon as possible," she felt tears well up in her eyes.



She hung her clothes in between his shirts and trousers in his closet. His room, closet and his clothes made her more nostalgic for him. She buried her face into one of his shirts and wept silently, "Armaan….I miss you….why do I feel you are right here with me….even when you are not?" Instead of changing into her own night clothes, she wore one of his shirts to bed. As she snuggled into his long shirt, tucked herself in his bed, rested her head on his pillow, she felt drowsy-almost in a dream like state and dozed off thinking about him.


'sunta hai mera khuda' from 'Pukar'

http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-56184.html



--FEMALE 1--
(Eh hey hey eh eh eh eh, eh hey hey eh eh eh eh
Eh hey hey eh eh eh, eh hey hey eh eh eh) - 2

--MALE--
(Sunta hai mera khuda
Dil-o-jaan se chaahoon tujhko yaara dilruba) - 2
Ke zindagi tere liye, tere liye
Aur tu mere liye dil ki sada hai

--FEMALE 2--
Sunta hai mera khuda
Dil-o-jaan se chaahoon tujhko yaara dilruba
Sajan sun tu bhi itna
Ke tu hai mera sapna
Tu hi to hai meri aarzoo



As soon as she was half asleep, she dreamt that Armaan and she were walking on a beautiful mountain. Armaan had hand cuffs on his wrists but she unlocked them. The handcuffs fell on the ground. Armaan reached for them and pinned Riddhima against the rising mountain wall. He pressed his firm body against hers and then handcuffed her wrists with the same handcuffs. He threw the key away and then kissed her lips, initially tenderly and then passionately. She moaned and groaned under his pressure but he would not let go of her, "ab maine tumhein zindagi bhar ke liye qaid kar liya hai……jab tak main yeh handcuffs nahin kholoonga…..tum meri qaid mein ho!" he said huskily.




"I hope you never find those keys ever again," she moaned and arched her back as he showered her face, neck and ears with his kisses. Riddhima writhed and moaned in his bed as her vivid dream became more and more vibrant. She was perspiring profusely as his lips played havoc on her chest as he unbuttoned her shirt and savored her mounds with his lips.



'AHHH!" she woke up with a startle and found herself drenched from head to toe, her pulse galloping like a race horse, her chest heaving under his thin shirt. She wiped her brow but the sweet sensation between her legs made her feel weightless as if she was floating in some unknown land. "Armaan," she moaned as her heart and body ached for him more than ever, "you really have a magical bed…..kaash tumney mujhey is bed par 5 saal pehle sulaaya hota….tho aaj itni doori nahin aati," she was still panting and yearning for him, "Zzz…aib!" she groaned again and lay back on his pillow to be lost in another wild, erotic dream.



At the same time, Armaan was taking an afternoon nap in his cell. He smiled in his sleep as he dreamt about Riddhima. They were both walking near a mountain range, amongst beautiful wild flowers and tall grass shrubs. His wrists were handcuffed; Riddhima unlocked the hand cuffs from his wrists but he snapped them back, "mat karo mujhey azaad Riddhima……main tumhari qaid mein zindagi bhar rehna chaahta hoon…..bas aise hi tumhein dekhta rahoon….mehsoos karta rahoon zindagi bhar…..mujhey aur kuch nahin chaahiye."


--MALE--
Sanam yeh baatein kaisi
Kahan meri kismat aisi
Ke ban jaaoon teri aarzoo

--FEMALE 2--
Kaho to main tere aage
Kamar peeche gajra daale
Doloon nasheeli chaal se

--MALE--
Ada haai aisi qaatil
Sahega to kaise yeh dil
Taras khaao mere haal pe


"Armaan…..tumhein wapas ghar jaana hai…..wahan tumhara sab intezaar kar rahe hain…..I know you love me…..but you belong to someone else…..bye Armaan," she unlocked the hand cuffs once again and threw them below the mountain range, "bye Armaan…….I will never forget you…..hamare pyaar ke raaste bas yahin tak saath saath chalte hain…..jao Armaan….jao…." and she disappeared in thin air.




"RIDDHIMAAA!" he woke up with a startle, "nahin Riddhima…..you cannot leave me…..I need you……main tumhare bina nahin reh sakta…..please don't go away," he was panting after his nightmare.




He lay back on his pillow and closed his eyes again. This time he dreamt that they were sitting near the beach. She was dressed in a beautiful red sari as he rested his head on her lap. She ran her fingers through his hair, sending goose bumps all over his body. He was reciting some shers and poems to her as she listened carefully. He pulled her closer and kissed her lips, "aise hi zindagi bhar in hontho ko mere kareeb rehne do," he said huskily. He woke up with a big smile this time and licked his lips where she had just kissed him in his dreams.




Riddhima was lost in her wild, erotic dream at the same time. They were both at the beach this time. They were in their swim suits and ran hand in hand on the sand but then Armaan pushed her down and pressed himself against her. Their bodies bathed in the fresh surf of the ocean and gradually descended into the wet sand like sardines one on top of another. He kissed her passionately as their fingers and toes intertwined with each other in the sand. She woke with a burning sensation all over as she imagined them making love on the beach.


Riddhima got up and drank some water; his bed was making her imagine all sorts of wild and passionate encounters with him. She LOVED the bed; his bed was just like him- they both knew what she yearned for……



Finally, in the wee hours of the morning she dreamt that she was back in the US. She was visiting Armaan in the cell. A shirtless Armaan sat on his bed in his prison pajamas. She could not resist herself and ran towards him. They both stared at each other hungrily but did not say a word. Armaan pulled her over his lap and then lowered his lips onto hers. She circled her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. They were both lost in a passionate lip lock when Armaan peeled her clothes one by one. She caressed his taut muscular torso with her fingers as he made love to her on his jail bed. She woke up with a sweet throbbing again and then collapsed right back on the pillow to complete her sweet and erotic dream……



--FEMALE 2--
Sunta hai mera khuda
Dil-o-jaan se chaahoon tujhko yaara dilruba
Ae sunta hai mera khuda
Dil-o-jaan se chaahoon tujhko yaara dilruba

--MALE--
Yeh zindagi tere liye, tere liye
Aur tu mere liye dil ki sada hai

--FEMALE 1--
Oh ho ho oh oh oh oh, oh ho ho oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh ho ho ho, oh oh oh oh ho ho ho
Oh ho ho oh oh oh oh, oh ho ho oh oh oh oh

--FEMALE 2--
Yeh dil botein bhi dil hain
Yahan kaante sab gul hain
Yeh raste hain apne pyaar ke


Armaan imagined Riddhima was back from India. She ran into his arms as soon as the door to his cell opened. They hugged each other and then danced together to some wonderful romantic music……


--MALE--
Haai, kahoonga par main itna
Kadam dekhkar hi rakhna
Kahin koi thokar na lage

--FEMALE 2--
Jo mil gaye do dil aise
Judaa yeh phir honge kaise
Hamaari kahaani hai yehi

--MALE--
Mujhe bhi ab kya karna hai
Tujhi pe jeena marna hai
Ke ab zindagaani hai yehi

--FEMALE 1--
Eh hey hey eh eh eh eh, eh hey hey eh eh eh eh
Oh oh oh oh ho ho ho, oh oh oh oh ho ho ho
Oh ho ho oh oh oh oh, oh ho ho oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh ho ho ho, oh oh oh oh ho ho ho


AROHI'S ROOM:


Arohi on the phone with Arjun:



"Hi …..kya kar rahe ho?" she asked Arjun softly.


"Bas kisi ki yaad mein taare gin raha hoon," Arjun replied.


"Tho aa jao…..main balcony mein tumhara intezaar karoongi," she said mischievously.


"Main wahin hoon….zara bahar dekho," Arjun smiled at a stunned Arohi as she looked out the window. Suhaana was fast asleep so Arohi let Arjun into her room. They hugged each other as Arjun gave her a deep passionate kiss, "kitne saalon se in honthon ke liye taras raha hoon meri jaan."



Arohi took him to a quiet corner of the room so Suhaana wouldn't get disturbed.


They sat on the floor, Arohi in his lap and cuddled with each other, absorbing each other's warmth for hours.


"Achha Arohi….yeh tumhara driver…kya naam hai uska?" he played with her fingers and kissed them.


'Teddy? Kyun kya hua?" she asked.


"Kab se kaam karta hai wo yahan?" he kissed her wrists and asked


"Yahi kuch 4 saal se….abbu ki company mein kaam karta tha….unhone hi bheja tha mere liye…..mujhey baar baar doctors ke yahan jaana hota tha…..aur phir Armaan Suhaana ka bhi dhyaan dete the….tho unki bhi help karta tha," she said.




"Armaan bhai ki help karta tha?" he asked.



'Haan…..kabhie kabhie Armaan ke paas time nahin hota tha apni manuscripts type karne ka….wo kagaz par likhte the aur Teddy kyunki bahut achha type karta tha….wo unki manuscripts computer mein type karta tha."



Arjun stiffened at the answer; so he was right-this Teddy guy was a suspicious element, "kahan rehta hai Teddy?"


"Teddy par shaq kar rahe ho? Wo tho bahut seedha saadha….bhola aadmi hai…Abbu ko bachpan se jaanta hai…..maine bachpan se usey ghar par dekha hai….bahut bhala aadmi hai…tabhie tho Suhaana ka saara kaam wo hi karta hai ab," Arohi said



"Servant quarter mein rehta hai?" Arjun ignored her words and asked.



"Haan….lekin Arjun….bechare par shaq mat karo…..wo Armaan ke khilaaf kabhie kuch nahin kar sakta," she pleaded, "wo Armaan ki pooja karta hai."




Arjun pulled away from her and got up, "yehi pataa lagaana hai ki wo sach much kiski puja karta hai…..bye Arohi…I will see you tomorrow," he kissed her forehead and slipped out through the balcony again.


Wo kehte hain na…..ki jo hota hai ache ke liye hota hai
…………………………………………sahi kehte hain…………….

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PART 39:


RECAP: Arjun pulled away from her and got up, "yehi pataa lagaana hai ki wo sach much kiski puja karta hai…..bye Arohi…I will see you tomorrow," he kissed her forehead and slipped out through the balcony again.


Arjun walked through the backyard cautiously, making sure his footsteps did not alert anyone inside or outside the house. As he tip toed out of the gate, he saw the lights on in a small cottage away from the main house, "yeh shayad servant quarter hi hoga," he retraced his steps and walked towards the quarters. Arjun knelt down and crawled to the window of the servant quarter. He stretched his neck to peek inside the window-there he was- Teddy was talking to someone on the phone and furiously typing something on his computer screen. Arjun tried to scan the room for any other clues but could not spot anything out of the ordinary.



He looked at his watch- it was 2 in the morning. Why would a servant/driver be up that late working on his computer and phone? Arjun departed quietly and called Mazhar, his CBI friend from home.


NEXT FEW DAYS:


Peter and Riddhima hung around with the Malliks after breakfast. Peter became good friends with Suhaana. Arohi agreed to keep her home that day so Suhaana could play with her 'American aunty and uncle.'




At one point, Peter and Suhaana played hide 'n seek upstairs. Suhaana blindfolded Peter uncle and challenged him to find her. Peter chased her all over the hallway, and then entered her room. As he fumbled around her room, he accidentally struck a porcelain doll which came crashing down on the tiled floor. Suhaana, who was hiding behind the curtains was heartbroken, "PETER UNCLE! That is my favorite doll!"



"Oh…I am sorry sweety," Peter removed the blindfold and knelt down, "my bad," he touched his ears in apology and picked up the pieces of the doll, "I will try to fix it."


"That's OK uncle….my nana will bring another one from Malaysia," she wiped her tears.



"Malaysia?" he asked curiously.



"Yes…..my nana got it from Malaysia for my birthday," she said innocently. Peter paused momentarily and looked at Suhaana, "did your dada ever go to Malaysia?"


She shook her head, "No…only nana."



"Hmmm….OK sweety…..we will play later….I have some work to do," he smiled and patted her cheeks.



"Riddhima aunty!" Suhaana yelled, "come play with me!"


"Suhaana…..beta….aunty busy hain," Arohi walked in, 'arre…yeh doll kaise tooti?"



"Uncle ne thod di…..lekin nana ek aur le aayenge na?" Suhaana asked



"Haan…le aayenge…..chalo aaj nana se milne chalte hain….Riddhima aunty aur uncle bhi chalenge," Arohi said.



"YAY!" little Suhaana jumped up with joy. She loved going to her nana and naani's house as they always pampered her with a lot of gifts.


In the meantime, Riddhima and Peter had stepped out and met with the CBI agents in Mumbai along with Arjun.


Arjun informed them about Teddy's suspicious behavior and his possible involvement in tempering with Armaan's computer. Apparently, the transcripts of the militant books published under Armaan's name had been found on his hard drive. They were all dated before his arrest and that was a huge evidence against Armaan.



"Why do I feel that Teddy works with a militant group?…..And he has been planted in the Mallik household to commit these acts under disguise…..he had full access to Armaan's computer and could have loaded these transcripts when Armaan was unaware," Arjun sighed.



Riddhima was shocked to hear that, "My God! That is certainly possible Peter….but how do we prove that?"



"We need to get access to Teddy's room, his computer and his phone calls," Mazhar added.




"Another thing……I just found out that Arohi's dad visited Malaysia recently….and with the new link to the Malaysian terror group……wonder if there is a connection," Peter told them about the doll accident.



Arjun's color drained from his face, "ya allah! Mera shaq sahi niklaa….you know Teddy used to work for Arohi's dad…..Mr Adi Hassan has been a business partner with the Malliks for years…..I wonder if there has been some rivalry between the two?"




"Why would Hassan saheb jeopardize his daughter's home? After all she is officially a part of the Mallik household," Riddhima was confused.



"Unless, someone is forcing Hassan saheb to act against the Malliks," Shabbir, the other CBI agent added.



"Hmmm….OK guys…..let's try to access Teddy's information first," Mazhar got up and ordered, "Riddhima…..are you planning to go to the Hassan's today?"




'Yes…I am going there for lunch….let me see if I can get any clues…Arjun tum chaloge?" she asked.



"Nahin Riddhima," he sighed, "wo mujhey pasand nahin karte."


"What? They were going to have their daughter marry you…isn't it?" she was surprised.



"Yes…..lekin yaad hai maine kaha tha ki us din nikaah ke din jab main wapas aaya tha….tho…tho…Arohi ki ammi mujhey bahar hi mili thi…..unhone hi mujhey zaleel karke wapas bhej diya tha…..unhone kaha tha ki Arohi ne hamesha sirf Armaan se pyaar kiya hai…..main tho sirf ek time pass tha uske liye," his eyes welled up, "she told me to leave forever…..and never show my face again!"




Riddhima was stunned, "I don't believe it Arjun…..Hassan aunty tho kitni bhali hain….why would she do that?"




"The Mallik name carries a lot of weight in the community Riddhima," Shabbir explained, "who would not want to marry their daughter into that family?"



Riddhima was still unsure, but agreed to get some clues at the Hassan's. She felt sorry for Arjun, but at the same time could not believe that the Hassan's would be their daughter's biggest enemies?


AT THE HASSAN'S:


Riddhima and Peter accompanied Arohi to her parent's place.



"Riddhima beti? Aao aao….kitne saal hi gaye tumhein miley? Hinna kaisi hai?" Arohi's mom greeted her warmly, 'And Peter look at you….you have lost some hair?"


"salaam-elaikum aunty," Riddhima greeted her in Urdu to everyone's surprise.


"Aadab Mrs Hassan…aadab Mr Hassan," Peter bowed politely.


"Aadab…aadab……bhai welcome…welcome to India once again…….Suhaana beti! Arre arre….naana ke paas aao," Adi picked his granddaughter and gave her a big kiss.



"Naana….wo aap mere liye Malaysia waali doll laaye the na….wo toot gayi," Suhaana complained. A visibly uncomfortable Adi, cleared his throat, "haan…haan…wo…. wo…aur aa jaayegi….aao andar aao…kaisi ho Riddhima? Shaadi waadi ki ya nahin?" he stuttered.



Riddhima forced a smile, "nahin uncle abhi nahin."



"Lekin aunty ki ek beti hai…Sur….wo bhi 4 years ki hai!" Suhaana revealed to their astonishment. Adi Hassan cursed her silently, "yeh Amrican phir kyun aa gayi…pehle hi meri bacchi ko bhula phasla ke gayi thi…..uski keemat aaj tak chukaa raha hoon…..aur ab meri nanhi si dehvti ko bhi bigaad degi!"




Riddhima felt a little awkward, she knew how conservative Arohi's family was. Arohi intervened on Riddhima's behalf, "Wo Riddhima ne beti adopt ki hai abbu."



Riddhima was shocked by Arohi's lie, but she knew that telling the truth might back fire and make it hard for her to get any useful information from the Hassans.



"Oh…bahut acche….bahut acche…..kisi ko godh lena bahut nek kaam hai," Adi nodded and smiled.


"And Peter…how about you? Did you get married?" Adi asked.


"Well," he looked at Riddhima and then grinned, "they don't allow gay marriages in my state yet…..may be one day they will."



The Hassan's were shocked once again-what kind of friends did Arohi have- an unwed mom and a gay man?



"Tauba…..tauba," Arohi's mom said to herself and thought, "Arohi ko kehna padhega in logon se thoda door hi rahe….aur apni choti bachhi ko bhi inke saath khelne deti hai…..ya allah! Na jaane kaise kaise rog hote hain aise logon mein!"


The Hassan's hid their displeasure at their unconventional and unorthodox guests and welcomed them as they had 5 years ago.




Riddhima and Peter had a pleasant lunch with the Hassan family. Their family was as hospitable and polite as ever. Riddhima could not imagine how they could have been so rude to Arjun.




After lunch, Riddhima found Arohi's mom alone in the kitchen, "aunty….aap ko afsos tho hua hoga jab Arjun ka accident hua tha…haina?"




Her mom was taken aback by the sudden question, "Oh..oh…haan…haan…bahut bhale log the…..lekin…lekin," she paused.



"Lekin kya aunty?" Riddhima asked curiously



'Lekin….Armaan jaisa damaad tho kismet se hi milta hai…. ab tumse kya chupaana Riddhima………waise bhi Mallik Mallikdaan hamari takkar ka hai…..pataa nahin Arjun ke saath Arohi khush bhi reh paati ya nahin….allah jo karta hai bhala hi karta hai….. …..lekin Armaan ki halat sunkar tho mera dil dehel sa gaya hai….wo choot jaayega na?" she asked worriedly.


Riddhima took a deep breath and marveled at the two faced Hassan family- they were the sweetest people in the world but deep down they were capable of being so hateful towards someone. She believed in what Arjun had told her; she was convinced that Teddy had also been planted in the Mallik household for devious reasons-she could not trust the Hassans again! Thank God Arohi was not like them.




"Haan aunty…Armaan zaroor chhoot jaayega," she reassured her, "aakhir usney koi jurm thode hi kiya hai."



"Na jaane kiski nazar lag gayi? Armaan ka kaun dushman ho sakta hai?" she asked


"You are right…aakhir Armaan se kyun koi dushmani karega? Lekin kya aisa ho sakta hai ki koi Mallik parivaar ka dushman ho?" Riddhima asked.




"Nahin beti…wo bahut bhale log hain….unka koi dushman nahin hai," Arohi's mom shook her head and sighed.



UPSTAIRS OUTSIDE THE LIBRARY:


Peter and Suhaana were chasing each other in the hallway once again. Peter paused to take a breath outside the library. He heard someone talking very loudly-almost yelling.



"PAISA! PAISA!PAISA! Aur kahan se laaoon paisa? Tum logon ne meri aur meri beti ki zindagi barbaad kar di hai….ab mere paas paisa bilkul nahin hai….please mera peecha chhod do!" Adi Hassan yelled and then pleaded to someone on the phone.



Peter did not understand most of the conversation but heard Adi hanging up.


"Suhaanah…where is Riddhima?" Peter ran away from the door. He had to tell her about the conversation before he forgot the words he had just heard.


"What's up Peter?" Riddhima walked out of Aftreen's room where the two women were checking out some outfits.


Peter shushed her and dragged her to another room.


"PAISAAH? Isn't that money?" he asked.


"Sure….yes it is….why do you ask?" she whispered back


'Well…..I heard Mr Hassan getting upset at someone on the phone…..he talked about Paisaah….and then……baiteeh….baarrbaadd or something…..and then…..yes…yes….I remember….peechaah chhod do? Does that make sense?"



"Is someone blackmailing him?" she snapped her fingers, "he did not want Arjun and Arohi to get married……Arjun just told us that there was a bomb planted on the train…..it was not an accident…..it was meant for Arjun……may be Adi saheb hired someone to do that……and now someone is blackmailing him……these people might be the real terrorists Peter?" She had tears in her eyes, "Peter…..these people are blackmailing Mr Hassan and have trapped my Armaan in this conspiracy……Oh my God," she shut her eyes and cried softly, "poor Armaan….had no idea….his own father in law was responsible for his misery? Let's get out of here Peter…..I can't stay here any longer…..we need to let Mazhar and Shabbir know about this new development."




Riddhima and Peter took leave from the Hassans at the pretext of shopping. Arohi and Suhaana wanted to leave too but her parents insisted she stay over for a few more hours. Arohi was aching to meet Arjun but Arjun had forbidden her to call or contact him. He would call her when the time was appropriate.


MAZHAR & SHABBIR FOLLOW TEDDY



Meanwhile, Mazhar and Shabbir followed Teddy all afternoon. They followed him as he ran errands like dropping off clothes at the dry cleaners, pick special groceries for Suhaana, pick some clothes from the tailors-all mundane stuff. Finally, they followed him to a faraway slum area of Mumbai.



"What is he doing here?" Mazhar questioned.



"Chalo let's follow him," Shabbir indicated. They followed Teddy cautiously and saw him enter a rundown building behind the slum. Shabbir and Mazhar hid behind the walls of the building and observed through the cracks.




Teddy took out some envelopes from his bag along with a small briefcase, "poore 10 lakh hain…..aur is envelope mein disks hain….. original hain….inmein saari transcripts hain….inhein publish karwaa dena…..lekin yaad rahe Armaan Mallikke naam se nahin…kisi aur author ke naam se."



"Wo tho theek hai….lekin apne saheb se kehna meri press tho bandh karwaa di hai…..ab doosri press kholne ke liye 10 lakh se kaam kaise hoga? Kum se kum 1 crore ka investment hai," the recepient said.




"Abhi saare funds freeze kar rakhe hain Indian government ne…..itne paise abhi nahin mil sakte," Teddy said sternly.




"Phir publish bhi baad mein hi hoga! Kya baap ki press samajh rakhi hai?" the other man grumbled.


'Abbe saale! Kitne paise diye hain pehle tujhey! Yeh kaam jald se jald ho jaana chaahiye…..warna tera raaz press mein main khulwaa doonga!" Teddy was about to punch him when they heard some noises outside the building, "kaun hai yahan?"




'Koi nahin! Yahan koi nahin aata…theek hai….main dekhta hoon kya kar sakta hoon…..lekin agle saturday tak poora payment ho jaana chaahiye…samjhe?" the other man said angrily.




"Theek hai theek hai…saheb se direct baat kar lena….mera kaam ho gaya….main chala," Teddy turned around and left.



Mazhar and Shabbir stared at each other and smiled- this was going to be easier than they thought. As soon as Teddy left, they barged into the building and nabbed their first suspect.



Mazhar called Arjun and informed him of the latest developments, "meet us at the headquarters in hour"



The man from the building was taken into custody and interrogated. He was the publisher for most of Armaan's books- real and fake ones. He refused to divulge who was responsible for forging Armaan's name on their books and where the money came from.



Mazhar and Shabbir were at least pleased to get some clues. Next, they had to get hold of Teddy red handed.



Riddhima, Peter, Arjun, Mazhar and Shabbir all sat down in a room and went over the pieces of the puzzle once again. Each contributed to what information they had.


-It was clear that someone else had forged Armaan's name on their publications and had paid hefty sums of money to the arrested publisher for the deception.


-Teddy worked for someone else who was using the Malliks name and shelter to operate their terrorist activities



-Adi Hasaan was another pawn in this story as he was being blackmailed by this terrorist group. They had assisted him in getting rid of Arjun and in exchange had planted their man into the Mallik's residence.




-Adi Hassan being a business partner of the Malliks, had access to their common funds. These funds had been regularly siphoned to Malaysia as part of his ransom money so that they would not spill the beans on the train 'accident.'




As Riddhima heard and understood the intricate details of the conspiracy against Armaan, she could not control herself, "excuse me," she walked out of the room and stood outside against the wall. Her anger at everyone who had conspired against Armaan and the pain he had undergone over the past 4 months vented out through her burning tears. She had blamed the racially biased US government for mistaking Armaan for a criminal, but ironically it was his own countrymen….his own family which had been responsible for his misery. An unsuspecting Armaan had been a messiah for Arohi and her daughter; did her parents have no sense of guilt at what they had done, just so that they could hide their own sins?




Arjun walked out into the hallway and gently touched Riddhima's shoulder, "I am sorry Riddhima……yeh sab meri wajah se hua hai……agar main Arohi se pyaar nahin karta tho aaj tumhara pyaar tumhare paas hi hota."



She wiped her tears and sniffed, "No Arjun….it's not your fault…..no one has ever understood Armaan……even I shunned his love for such a long time……and then no one ever thought about his happiness……he agreed to marry Arohi just to save her honor…..and her parents paid him back by getting him involved in this web of crime? They took his niceness for granted…..thought he would never suspect what was happening under his own roof…..and even now when he has been in a prison for so long….they don't have the guts to admit to their crime? Chaahe Armaan zindagi bhar jail mein padhaa rahe…..unki izaat par tho aanch nahin aani chaahiye na? Mr and Mrs Hassan ne apni izzat tho bachaa li lekin insaaniyat ko na bachaa sake…..they disgust me Arjun! Please take Arohi away from them…..she is too nice to belong to them" she said firmly.



"Riddhima!" Peter walked out, "control yourself dear…..we have almost nailed this one…..I just have to collect all the proofs…..and then present it to the US authorities…..Armaan will be out soon dear," he hugged her gently and stroked her head.


"Ek tareeka hai Hassan saheb se confession lene ka," Mazhar walked out.



'Kya?" Arjun asked



"Tum!" Mazhar slapped Arjun's back, "unke saamne khade ho jao…..phir unhein koi blackmail kaise karega? He will have no motive for the train blast then…..the blackmailer has no proof that Hassan ordered that blast…..Arjun is alive….we can then find out the real culprit from Hassan saheb."



"But should he not be punished?" Riddhima asked angrily.


"Of course he will…..but if he helps us nab the real terrorists….his punishment will not be that severe," Shabbir added.



Arjun smiled and picked the phone, "Arohi…..main aa raha hoon….nahin tum wahin rehna…..abhi apni ammi abbu ko kuch bataana nahin…Suhaana se kehna uska surprise aaj mil jaayega," he hung up and asked Mazhar, "should we go?"



"Sure…..confession in front of 2 CBI officers….what can be better than that?" Mazhar laughed and slapped Shabbir's back, "chal saale."


Riddhima and Peter looked at each other.



"I think I will stay a few more days……get all the information and proofs," Peter sighed.


'And I will leave as soon as possible…..I can't wait to see Armaan," Riddhima smiled tearfully

PART 40:


AT THE HASSAN's


"Aadab mohtarmaa….Hassan saheb hain?" Mazhar asked as a lady servant answered the door.


'Kaun hai?" Adi Hassan walked to the door, "jee…aap kaun?"


"Mazhar Ali from CBI….and yeh Shabbir Kumar hain sir."



Adi Hassan stiffened at the mention of CBI, "aap…aap…ko koi galat fehmi huyi hai….yahan kya kar rahe hain aap?"


'Ajee hazoor….aap khaamkha ghabraa rahe hain….hum tho sirf salaam karne aaye hain janaab," Mazhar grinned, "aur aapko ek khaas insaan se milwaane aaye hain."


"Mehmaan?" Adi Hassan was trembling nervously, "aap…please chale jaaiye yahan se……main kisi se nahin milnaa chahta."



"Salaam elaikum Hassan uncle!" Arjun finally presented himself, "kaise hain?"


Adi Hassan was shocked out of his wits- as if he had been hit by a boulder, "yeh…yeh…A…Arjun be…beta…t..tum? Tum zinda ho?"


"Jee….aapka bomb galat compartment mein blast ho gaya uncle," Arjun smirked. In the mean time, Arohi's mom and Arohi had descended from the stairs and joined the men at the door.



Arohi was delighted to see Arjun but confused at what Arjun had just said, 'Arjun! Yeh kya keh rahe ho?"

"Arohi….apne abbu se poonch lo….wo tho shayad samajh gaye hain….aur aunty….aap bhi samajh gayi hongi….kyun?" Arjun grinned sarcastically.


"Abbu? Ammi? Yeh kya keh rahe hain Arjun?" Arohi asked.


"Arohi…tujhey pataa tha ki Arjun zinda hai?" Adi Hassan asked


"Jee haan uncle…..Arohi se tho haal hi mein mila hoon…warna aapne tho humein hamesha ke liye alag kar diya tha…..lekin aunty?" He gave Arohi's mom a dirty look, "aap ko tho pataa tha na ki main zinda hoon…..lekin Arohi aur uncle ko shayad bataana bhool gayi….haina aunty? Aapki is CHOTI si bhool ki wajah se aapki beti 5 saal apne pyaar ke liye tadapti rahi…..aur aapke pati 5 saal terrorists ke haathon bikte rahe! "



"AMMI?" Arohi was shocked. Her parents just stood quietly with their heads hung.



Adi Hassan gave his wife a dirty look as she had never told him about Arjun. She had kept it a secret as she did not want to risk Arohi's marriage to Armaan. She had no idea that her husband was behind the train wreck, or he was being blackmailed by the terrorists. They had both hid big secrets from each other and little did they know that their lies to each other would cost them not only their reputation, their daughter, their business partner and everything they had ever strived for…….



"You are in CBI custody Mr Hassan," Shabbir handcuffed Adi Hassan, "you will be given a chance to defend yourself sir….pehle hamare saath chaliye."



So, Adi Hassan was whisked away by the two CBI officers after they had gathered more clues and documents from the Hassan household.


Arohi collapsed in Arjun's arms as Arohi's mom begged and pleaded the two officers to spare her husband, "in hone kuch nahin kiya…..galti meri hai…..maine hi Arjun ka raaz chupaa kar rakha itne saal….inhone kya kiya hai?"



"Mrs Hassan…..your husband is involved in conspiring to kill Arjun…..in that process a lot of innocent people died in that accident….and he is now being blackmailed by the terrorists who planted the bomb…..and these terrorists have framed Armaan in their web of terror….I hope that convinces you of your husband's crimes!" Shabbir said angrily, "shayad aapko maloom nahin ki aapka puraana naukar Teddy bhi is saazish mein shaamil hai."



"Ya allah! Nahin….aisa nahin ho sakta…suniye…yeh kya keh rahe hain? Aapne apne damaad Armaan ke khilaaf itni badhi saazish kari?" Arohi's mom was aghast.



"Kya karoon? Majboor tha…..main bahut bura aadmi hoon," Adi hung his head in shame, "Arohi beti…..mujhey maaf kar dena."



Arohi had regained consciousness in Arjun's arms and stood up, "ABBU! AAPKO ABBU KEHTE HUYE BHI SHARAM AATI HAI MUJHEY! AAP NE MERE AUR ARJUN KE SAATH JO KIYA SO KIYA….PAR ARMAAN KE SAATH JO BHI KIYA HAI…..US GALTI KE LIYE MAIN AAPKO KABHIE MAAF NAHIN KAR SAKTI! AAJ SE MAIN AAP DONO SE HAMESHA HAMESHA KE LIYE RISHTA THOD RAHI HOON!"




"Beti! Yeh kya keh rahi hai?" Arohi's mom ran to her daughter. Adi Hassan was in tears and shook his head vigorously, "nahin…nahin…aisa nahin ho sakta!"




"Let's go Mazhar," Shabbir gestured, "Adi saheb….if you cooperate with the investigation…..you might be able to escape a tough punishment."




Mazhar radioed his team back at the headquarters about Adi Hassan's arrest and sent his men to nab Teddy next.



"Arjun….main Suhaana ko laati hoon….chalo ghar chalte hain," Arohi wiped her tears,"ab is ghar mein ek pal bhi rehna mere liye paap hai."



"Beti….apna ghar chhod kar kahan jaa rahi hai? Bina shaadi kiye….ek ajnabee ke saath?" her mom tried to stop her.


"Ammi….itne saal ajnabee logon ke saath rahi…..ab jaane pehchaane logon ke paas jaa rahi hoon!" Arohi clenched her teeth and gave her mom a tight slap on the face with her sour words.



Arjun, Arohi and Suhaana departed for the Mallik household. Arohi's mom was left distraught and all alone by everyone. Her world had come tumbling down in a split second. She could have prevented this moment if she had not turned Arjun away that afternoon five years ago.



"Beta….Suhaana," Arjun picked his little girl, "humein pehchaana?"


"Aapki photo dekhi hai maine….aap abbu haina mere?" her face lit up, "aap kahan the itne din? Mere daddy bhi chale gaye hain ab."



A tearful Arjun hugged his little princess, "ab tere abbu kahin nahin jaayenge princess….wo hamesha hamesha tere saath rahenge."



"Ammi….daddy kab aayenge?" Suhaana asked.


"Jaldi aayenge beti," Arohi reassured Suhaana as they drove off.



"Suhaana….main promise karta hoon…tere daddy ko main wapas laaoonga," Arjun hugged Suhaana again, "yeh mera vaada hai."


"Arjun….tum America jaaoge?' Arohi asked


'Haan Arohi…..main khud Armaan bhai ko wapas laaoonga….Riddhima ki jo help kar sakta hoon…..karoonga," Arjun smiled tearfully.



MALLIK RESIDENCE:



They arrived at the Mallik mansion and were greeted with stunned and shocked expressions, 'ARJUN?"


The Malliks could not be happier to see Arohi's love back in her life. Arjun and Arohi informed them about the whole conspiracy against the Mallik family.


Billy and Naina could not believe that their long time friend and business partner had stabbed them in their backs just to serve his own interests. They could never forgive him for putting their son through so much turmoil and anguish. Billy had trusted Adi more than a real brother. He had no idea that even his business funds were being channeled to fund the terrorists who were responsible for Armaan's arrest!




"Ammi…..abbu….main apne abbu ammi ki taraf se aap logon se maafi maangti hoon," Arohi knelt down in front of Naina and Shahnawaaz and wept, "jo sazaa deni hai aap mujhey de sakte hain."



"Nahin beta….teri koi galti nahin hai….afsos tho is baat ka hai ki tere abbu ammi ne apni beti ki khushi ek baar bhi nahin dekhi…..warna aaj hum sab hansi khushi reh rahe hote…..ab allah se yehi guzaarish hai ki mera Armaan jald se jald ghar aa jaaye," Naina hugged Arohi tearfully.




Riddhima and Peter joined everyone in the living room and consoled the Malliks and Arohi.


Peter told Shahnawaaz about the terrorist group in Malaysia, a part of the bigger Alfaayeda militants who had used the Mallik's funds over the last few years in propagating terrorism. They had also sent in disks to Teddy with inflammatory material to transcribe into Armaan's hard drive. The publisher was bribed heavily to allow publishing the material under Armaan's name.


Shahnawaaz had never been so hurt in his life; even his son's arrest had not shaken him up as much as his friend's betrayal, "Peter….I will cooperate with the US government and the CBI…..please do anything to get my boy back home now…..and as far as Adi is concerned…..he has broken my trust in the most beautiful relationship in this world…..friendship," he sat with his face buried in his hands and wept silently.


"Abbu…..yeh sochiye ab Armaan bhai ghar aa sakenge…..aur Arohi bhabhi ko bhi Arjun bhai mil gaye…..accha hua Riddhima aur Peter ne yahan aakar sachhaiyee ka pataa lagaa liya," Aaliyah comforted her dad.



"Haan Uncle…..aunty….main aaj raat ki flight se hi wapas America jaa rahi hoon…..wahan pahunchte hi aapko phone karoongi…..and I promise to send your son back home….with his head high and reputation intact," Riddhima placed her arm around Naina.




"Riddhima beti….hum tera ehsaan kabhie nahin bhoolenge," Naina hugged the petite Indian-American girl, "Armaan is lucky to have a good friend like you."


Arohi smiled at Naina's statement and thought, "ammi….yeh friendship nahin….us se kahin zyaada gehraa rishta hai."




"Jab tak Armaan aur Rahul ghar nahin aa jaate…..Arjun tum yahin par raho….unke wapas aate hi, hum Arohi aur tumhara nikaah kar denge….ab Arohi hamari beti jaisi hi hai," Billy patted the two young lovers, "khush raho beta."



"Nahin uncle….main apne ghar hi rahoonga….nikaah ke baad Arohi phir mere ghar aa jaayegi," a self respecting Arjun said, "Arohi aapki beti hai…to filhaal aapke paas hi rahegi."


"Par mujhey abbu ke saath rehna hai!" Suhaana whined.


"Beta….jab tak main Mumbai mein hoon….main tumhein roz milne aaoonga," Arjun picked Suhaana in his arms, "and Riddhima," he looked at her, "I will try to join you in the US in a few days…..I would like to help as much as I can."


"Thanks Arjun…..I really appreciate all your help," Riddhima smiled back.



WASHINGTON D.C INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT:



Nishant, Sur, Alex, Padma and Rahul received Riddhima at the airport.


"Mom!" Sur ran to Riddhima as soon as she came out after custom clearance.



Riddhima picked her daughter and showered her with kisses, "how's my little princess doing? Did you miss me?'


"Yes…I did," Sur kissed her back, "what did you bring for me?"


Riddhima looked at her guiltily, "sorry baby….I promise we will go to India soon….all of us…then you can pick what you want…OK?"


"Riddhima….meri aaj hi abbu se baat huyi thi….I can't believe that Hassan uncle was behind all this," Rahul sighed after greeting Riddhima.


'We all need to thank Nishant's grandfather for helping solve this mystery," she grinned at Nishant.


"Yup…you are right…my Grandfather's land case was handled by Arjun….what a small world," Nishant smiled back, "you look tired Riddhima….you need rest…let's go home."


"Haan…teri pasand ka khaana bhi banaaya hai maine," Padma said.


"Nahin mom….I need to meet Armaan first….Rahul bhai does he know the truth?" Riddhima asked


"No….I just talked to abbu….and really….I want you to tell him," Rahul smiled, "tumhara haq bantaa hai."


"Thanks Rahul bhai….mom..Nishant…I really need to meet him first," Riddhima put Sur down and picked her bags.


"It's almost midnight Riddhima…..kal chali jaana," a concerned Nishant suggested.


"No…I have to meet him now," she insisted. Only she knew how she had spent each moment on the flight; no one could stop her from meeting Armaan at this point.




ARMAAN's CELL:


Armaan was half asleep when he heard the familiar screech of the gate to his cell unlatching. He got up with a startle, "itni raat ko kaun ho sakta hai?" The gate shut as the dim light to the cell turned on.


"Kya main phir sapna dekh raha hoon?" he saw a woman's silhouette at a distance. Practically, every night he had dreamt that Riddhima had come back from India and had come to meet him just like this. He got up and asked, "Who's it?"



Riddhima did not answer; she put her bag down and ran towards him. And just like his dream, she hugged him tightly-her delicate arms encircled his neck as she buried her face in the curve of his neck. He was speechless-it was exactly like his dream except there was no music in the background, just a deathly silence of the cold dark cell and her tender heartbeats thumping against his chest.




"Riddhima?" he asked softly and embraced her with his strong arms, "kab aaiyee?"


'I missed you," she mumbled against his skin, "I couldn't wait to see you."


He buried his face in her thick tresses and kissed her neck softly, "me too….I missed you too."


They held each other in a warm embrace for a while, till she pulled away and looked up, "you have lost weight Armaan….kya mom ke laddoo pasand nahin aaye?"



"Laddoo khilaane waali jo nahin thi," he smiled, caressing her face with his fingers," how is everyone back home?"



"Aao…let's sit down…..I have a lot to tell you," she held his hand and sat on his bed. Armaan sat on the floor and placed his arm on her lap, "you look tired yourself."



"It was a hectic trip," she pulled out a box from her bag, "yeh tumhare liye."


'Kya hai?" he opened the box and saw his favorite 'karachi halwa' inside. He picked a piece and took a bite, "ammi se mili thi?" he asked tearfully, "sirf unke haatha ka halwaa hi itna swaad hota hai," his voice choked with emotion as he tasted his favorite sweet.




"They all miss you back home," she brushed her fingers through his hair, "by the way….do they not allow shaving in the prison?" she ran her fingers through his thick beard.



He wiped his tears and smiled, "you don't like this wild and macho look?"


"Macho is fine….but this is a bit too wild even for me," she grinned back and pulled at his beard.



"Suhaana kaisi hai? Arohi? Uski tabiyat kaisi hai?" he asked as he munched on the home made halwa.



"They are fine….especially now that Arjun is back," she just threw that news casually and waited for his response. Armaan thought he had heard wrong, "kya kaha tumne? Phir se bolna zara," he put the sweet away and stared at her, "Arjun?"




"Yes Armaan…..Arjun is alive…..and we know who framed you in this conspiracy," she held his face with her hands and gazed into his eyes.



If she had a camera at that moment, she would have captured that expression forever. His expression changed from disbelief to an intense relief on his face as if he had been freed from the most formidable prison of the world. She felt her hands getting warm and moist as a faucet of tears had just been unleashed from his eyes.



He buried his face in her lap and sobbed incessantly. Riddhima ran her fingers through his thick hair and comforted him gently, "Armaan……this whole conspiracy was planned….." and ran through the details of the mystery as he continued to sob in her lap. She could not hold her tears either; she hugged his neck and placed her face on his head. All the pain and frustration that he had hid inside had found an outlet tonight; no one could stop him…..she did not want him to hold back…..those tears had the right to flow….they had the right to soak her skirt……her thighs…..her heart…..her soul…..




Tonight, he felt liberated….liberated from all obligations…from the handcuffs fate had snapped onto his wrists……from the prison he had built around him….he could not believe that Arohi's father and his trusted servant, Teddy could betray him like that, but the news of Arjun being alive diluted the impact of any conspiracy or treachery against him and his family.


Song in background: "hum yahan" from "zakhm" by Alka Yagnik as Armaan and Riddhima held each other for a long time, absorbing each other's tears and warmth after the happiest news he had ever heard…..


http://www.dishant.com/lyrics/song-1693.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXAlt1dmgYk



(Hum yahan, tum yahan, dil jawaan woh sama
Lekin kaha, shuru shuru ke pyaar ka
Phir se chalo, churaaye dil yaar ka) -2
Hum yahan, tum yahan

Nikle zara gharse, phir woh ghata barse -2
Aag ye phir lage, phir uthhe dilse dhuwa
Hum yaha, tum yaha, dil jawaan woh sama
Lekin kaha, shuru shuru ke pyaar ka
Phir se chalo, churaaye dil yaar ka

(Dere nare da ra dadere nade.de)

Chaaha tumhe kitna, dhhundhha tumhe kitna -2
Mil gaye ham magar, kho gaye ham phir kaha
Hum yahan, tum yahan, dil jawaan woh sama


PART 41:

Disclaimer- Please forgive me if the courtroom scenes seem unrealistic….remember this is just fiction and a figment of my imagination and fantasy! This is the last intense chapter of this story b-(




Riddhima left Armaan in the cell with a heavy heart. A sense of relief filled her veins but at the same time she felt sad for Armaan for the betrayal he had suffered by his own people. Padma and Sur were still at Nishant's, so she took a cab to his house.



Next morning, when she woke up, Riddhima felt like she had been hit by a truck-her body was on fire as all her muscles ached badly.




"Riddhima? Kya hua tujhey? Teri aankhein kaise chadhee chadhee hain?" Padma touched her forehead, "tujhey tho bahut tez bukhaar hai! NISHANT! NISHANT BETA!"




"Mom! It's probably nothing…..I am just tired after the trip….I will be fine after a shower and some hot tea," Riddhima insisted on getting up but realized she could barely stand. She would have almost passed out if Nishant had not caught her in time, 'LIE DOWN RIDDHIMA!" he forced her back into bed.




After checking her out, "aunty….lagta hai India se flu pakad laayi hai….now you stay in bed Ms Superwoman!" Nishant scolded her.


"I can't afford to do that! I need to go to work…..we have a hearing coming up…no way!" she protested but Nishant gave her some pills, "take these….get some rest….and may be if you feel better later….you can go."



"NO Nishant," she tried to get up again, "I need to go NOW!"


"RIDDHIMA!" that was the first time he had ever raised his voice at her, "JUST SHUT UP AND GO BACK TO SLEEP! Warna tumhein neend ka injection de doonga!"




She was taken aback by his tone. Nishant had always been an easy going person who would do anything for her….and that is what he was doing even now…..he really cared for her and was looking out for her. Riddhima was not used to taking orders from others; she had always been stubborn and still was, but Nishant did not give in, "I SAID LIE DOWN!" Riddhima relented.




He helped her lay back comfortably and covered her with some thin sheets, "you have a high fever right now….no one wants a sick lawyer defending them….so stay put…is case ne tumhein pagal kar diya hai Riddhima….mere bhi clients hote hain…..but I have never killed myself for a patient."




The high fever, lack of sleep and overwhelming emotions had made her a little touchy, "NISHANT! ARMAAN IS NOT A CLIENT…..HE IS MY LIFE….USKE LIYE MAIN APNI JAAN BHI DE SAKTI HOON….jaante ho wo kitne dino se jail mein bewajah padhaa hai? And you are worried about a little fever? How can you be so insensitive?" she scowled at him.




He was startled and hurt at the same time, "I-I am sorry Riddhima….I know what he means to you….but you also know what you mean to me….I can't see you suffer like this," he blinked his eyes to hide his tears and turned to leave.




"Nishant!" she called back, "I am sorry for yelling….I know you are my best friend….you will always look out for me…..I will do as you say…..please ignore what I said."



He nodded gently and walked out, "aunty….4-4 ghante mein Riddhima ko yeh dawaa de dena….I will drop Sur and Alex to school now."




Padma had overheard their conversation and was apologetic for her daughter's outburst, "Nishant….Riddhima aaj kal bahut stress mein hai….uski baaton ka bura mat maan na."



"Nahin aunty….naaraaz tho sirf apno se hote hain…..kum se kum usne mujhey apna tho maan na," he swallowed a lump and walked away.




"Riddhima," Padma caressed her daughter's forehead, "Nishant theek kehta hai….Armaan ke case ne sach much tujhey pagal sa banaa diya hai….Nishant tujhey kitna chaahta hai….usne hamare liye kitna kiya hai….kuch tho kadar kar uski."




Riddhima turned her face towards her mom, "I know mom….I am sorry….I couldn't help it…..no one realizes the pain and isolation Armaan is going through…..my misery is nothing in comparison….I realize I should have not lost it….but that does not minimize Armaan's pain."



"Riddhima….ek practical baat kehni hai…..ab bura mat maan na…..Armaan jab release ho jaayega…..wo tho India chalaa jaayega….tera future tho yahin hai….aur Nishant se achha ladka tujhey kahin nahin milega…..tho Armaan se yeh lagaav kuch kum kar de beti….dheere dheere Nishant se bhi tujhey pyaar ho jaayega," Padma stroked her daughter's arm and tried to advise her, "achhi baat hai ki tu Armaan ko help kar rahi hai…..lekin itnaa lagaav achha nahin hai….tera aur uska saath aakhir kab tak rahega?"


Riddhima turned her face away and tried to suppress her tears, "mom," her voice broke, "If I could not forget him in 5 years…..how can I detach from him now? ….. 5 saal kya mom…..5 janam mein bhi main Armaan ko bhula nahin paaungi….I would rather live alone all my life than belong to someone else…..Armaan chaahe kitni bhi door rahe mujhse…..I can never forget him."




"I am not asking you to forget him beta….main tho bas aage zindagi chalaane ki baat kar rahi hoon….Sur ka soch….apna soch," Padma tried to reason with her.


"Nahin mom! Mujhey Armaan se alag karne ka matlab hai ek shareer ko uski atmaa se door karna….ek phool ko uski khushboo se door karna….he is a part of me now……no one can separate us," she buried her face in the pillow and cried softly.


Padma had no idea her daughter harbored such deep feelings for the poet-singer. She patted Riddhima's back and sat quietly, "yeh sach much uske pyaar mein pagal si hi ho gayi hai…..itni badhi badhi baatein kahan se seekhi isney? Ho sakta hai case ki tension mein yeh sab keh rahi hai…..kuch din mein theek ho jaayegi...kaash yeh Nishant ki kuch kadar kar sakti."




Later that morning, Rahul met with Armaan in the prison. Rahul had overheard some of the tussle at home earlier that morning. He could tell that Riddhima was adamant about working on Armaan's case but both Nishant and Padma wanted her to rest because of her fever.




After exchanging their grief over the Hassan's betrayal and joy over Arjun's news, Rahul mentioned, "Armaan….bas ab kuch din hi reh gaye hain…I am sure Riddhima's efforts won't go waste."



"She has really worked hard on this case bhai….main uska zindagi bhar aabhaari rahoonga," Armaan sighed.



"Ek kaam karna Armaan….Padma aunty uski bahut chinta karti hain…..she really wants her to get married to Nishant…..tum Riddhima ke achhe dost ho…..usey samjhaa do ki wo Nishant se shaadi kar le….aaj subah bhi kuch tension si thi ghar par…shayad Riddhima bimaar hai…..bukhaar tha usey…..lekin wo office jaana chaahti thi….I heard Nishant yelling at her…..he really cares for her," Rahul added.




"Riddhima bimaar hai?" he had a sinking feeling in his chest; the mention of her getting married to someone else, especially now that Arjun was still alive, pierced his heart like an arrow, "bhai….kya main us se baat kar sakta hoon? I am worried about her." He knew in his heart that Riddhima only loved him; he doubted she would accept Nishant as her husband. Now more than ever, he wanted her to belong to him. It would be impossible for him to even suggest that she got married to Nishant. Rahul bhai was asking him to do the impossible.




"Haan…main permission lekar aata hoon….just wait here," Rahul walked to the attendant to grant permission for a phone call.




"Hello aunty? Riddhima hai? Haan Armaan baat karna chaahta hai," Rahul gave the receiver to Armaan. Rahul took leave to give his brother some privacy.




"Hi Riddhima…..I heard you are ill," he asked softly.



Riddhima could sense the worry in his voice, "Looks like each time I go to India…..I pick up some illness."



He was amazed at her ability to make him smile even when she was burning with high fever, "really? What kind of illness is this?'



"Well….Nishant thinks I have the flu," she coughed a little.


'And what about the last time?" he teased her.



She smiled back, aware of the mischief behind his question, "I am still trying to find a cure for the illness I contracted during my last visit….abhi tak ilaaj nahin hua us bimaari ka….AHHH-CHOOO!"



"Riddhima! You sound really sick…..ab pehli bimaari ka ilaaj tho na jaane kya hai?…..Lekin is flu ka ek hi ilaaj hai….BED REST! I seriously don't want a sick lawyer defending my case…..pataa chala courthouse mein lawyer sahibaa khud hi behosh ho gayi….tho bechare defendant ka kya hoga? SO I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE TILL YOU ARE WELL….samjhi!" he scolded her lovingly.


Riddhima chuckled, "Alright….got the point….yeh aap sab ne milkar saazish kar hi li hai…..tho mujhey rest karna hi hoga."



"That's like a good girl….aur haan……yeh flu ka ilaaj Dr Nishant se karwaa lena….lekin pehli bimaari ka ilaaj shayad sirf Dr Armaan ke paas hi hai," he grinned impishly.




Riddhima blushed a little at his words, "you are right Dr Armaan….us bimari ka ilaaj sirf ek khaas doctor hi kar sakta hai….Good bye….I will see you in a few days."




Armaan hung up and smiled to himself, "Rahul bhai….I am sorry…zindagi mein pehli baar aapka kehna nahin maanunga…..I cannot do that to her or to myself once again."




FOUR WEEKS LATER:



A nervous Riddhima paced up and down her office the morning of the big hearing. A lot had happened in the four weeks since she got back from India. After she had recovered from her flu, they had moved back to their own apartment. Her meeting with the Senator just before her trip to India had helped calm down some of the racial heat and tension that Armaan's case had generated. A word out in the common press to reassure people that Armaan was probably a victim of mistaken identity and not a real terrorist had thwarted possible attacks on Riddhima and her family.




In her absence, Nishant, Hinna and Padma had also mobilized the Indian community in the D.C area to hold a protest march in support of Armaan's innocence. They had collected thousands of signatures from the community and through Lisa's contacts in the Department of Justice, had presented the signed petition to the higher authorities. It was becoming more obvious to the lay public that a lot of innocent Asians were being targeted after the 9/11 crisis just on the basis of their color, religion and ethnicity. There were articles in the press on how Armaan Ali Mallik was possibly one of these victims.




Armaan's poetry and children's books with their translation had just been printed by one of the local Indian publishers. No one who had read those could believe that the author could be a member of a terrorist gang.




Peter and Azhan had returned from India 2 weeks ago with details on their investigation. Fortunately, the Malaysian Intelligence department had agreed to cooperate with the Indian and American government in nabbing the terrorist group based in Malaysia.




Riddhima and Gary took their place on the defendant's table. The Government lawyers sat across from them as the tight lipped jury waited for the final hearing to begin.



Armaan was brought in by the security guards and stood quietly in the defendant's box. Riddhima was surprised to see him clean shaven with a fresh haircut. She gave him an approving nod at his fresh, clean look. He just bowed gently and said, "anything for you ma'am," with his eyes and mannerisms.




The judge presided the hearing, "Both the prosecution and the defense will be given a last chance to present their case today…..the jury will then decide on the fate of the accused based on the hearing today."



THE PROSECUTION:




"The accused, Mr Armaan Ali Mallik is a member of the dreaded Alfayeda terrorist group based in Berlin, Germany. The US government has proof that this terrorist group operates out of many countries, including Malaysia where the accused carried out most of his terrorist activities. He has published a number of books and articles of inflammatory and militant nature for the sole purpose of distracting the tender minds of youth in several countries. HE HAS THE MIND OF ONE OF THE MOST HEINOUS KILLERS THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN! His books, that have been presented to the court talk about ways of wiping out the population in the Western world, using means worse than those used in the Holocaust! His family, the Mallik family, based in Mumbai has links to many of these terrorist groups as is evident by the exchange of funds and information between the terrorist cell and his family. Armaan Ali Mallik was the main operator for this group in Mumbai. His trip to the US was made for the purpose of distribution of this militant literature and spread hatred against the West amongst the Muslim youth of this country. The Government of the United States is fortunate to have caught this dreaded terrorist and by doing so might have saved thousands of American lives. Our country cannot afford another 9/11! The jury should not take any sympathy with this man…..he should be subject to the harshest punishment the judicial system of the US can offer…..WE CANNOT BE CALLOUS AND LET ANOTHER 9/11 HAPPEN TO US! We are aware of all the evidence the defense has gathered to prove Mr. Armaan Mallik's innocence…..but none of us can forget 9/11….can we? We cannot go by some evidence gathered in a foreign country……our government has been burnt before…….and cannot afford do it again…….I plead to the jury to think with their hearts…..think about all those innocent 9/11 victims…….all those families who have lost a loved one…..all because of handful criminals……I plead……don't have mercy on Mr Mallik just because there might be a conspiracy against him……haven't we been fooled before? Remember all those who sacrificed their lives…….and punish men like Mr Armaan Mallikwho inspire the youth to commit such monstrous crimes! At this point…..the prosecution will rest it's case….and would give the defense to present their case."



THE DEFENSE:


Riddhima got up and heaved a sigh; the prosecution had a way of mincing their words, twisting the facts and presenting things in a warped way to evoke sympathy from the jury. She knew that the jury could become very emotional in the context of 9/11 and terrorism. Even if she could present all the hard facts to the court which would prove Armaan's innocence, there was always a possibility of them getting carried away by emotions. If that's what the prosecution wanted….then she could play the emotional card too!


Riddhima looked at Gary for support; he nodded his head and signaled her to take the stage. She got up and glanced at Armaan. The pain on his face was noticeable; the prosecutor's harsh words were too hurtful and cruel. Those spiteful and incisive emotional statements could sway the jury against Armaan if she did not have a befitting reply to their moving discourse.


Riddhima started off by presenting all the facts to prove Armaan's innocence. The FBI-CBI investigations from India were handed to the court. Teddy and Adi Hassan's statements were made public. Links between Adi Hassan, Teddy, the crook publisher and the militant group in Malaysia were presented to the jury and the judge.


"I am sure after reviewing all the facts from India and the FBI, it is very obvious that the accused Armaan Ali Mallik was framed by people who knew him very well and the US government of course mistook him for a dreaded terrorist based on their records. I would like the jury to hear a personal story about the man who is standing in the defendant's box….after listening to this story, I hope you can judge for yourself whether this man could be placed in the same category as my honorable colleague from the prosecution wants to place him- a heinous killer! Is that what they think about Mr Mallik? I have known Armaan for over 5 years now….initially as the cousin of my best friend….then as my friend …..and then as a man who sees love and beauty in all God's creations……a few years ago he fell in love with a woman," she glanced at him with glistening eyes, " he loved her with all his heart…he loved her for all her faults….all her flaws…..her drawbacks as a human being…..he forgave all her mistakes…..but one day this woman broke his heart…..she slept with another man to get over him…..Armaan still forgave her for her deception…..but then she found out that she was pregnant with the other man's child…..of course this other man was no longer in the picture…..neither he cared for this woman….nor did she….the woman like a lot of women in this country decided to abort this unborn child….but Mr. Armaan Mallik, who had never harmed anyone in life or could ever imagine harming anyone…. could not tolerate a woman aborting her own child? He offered to adopt the baby…..but she refused…..she was adamant…..he offered to marry her…..but she was still adamant…..he left her forever…..heartbroken and shattered by the only woman he had ever loved……imagine….this is the heinous killer the prosecution is talking about…..a man who could give up his love to save the life of an unborn child…..could he be a man who would preach against humanity? How could he inspire anyone to kill, when the only thing he had ever known was how NOT to kill……his paintings….his poems….his books….his songs only talk about life…..beauty and God's creations…….a man with a killer's mind would probably never entice anyone with such work……Mr Mallik never looked back at that woman again but unfortunately was caught in a precarious situation at home…..his friend's fiance was declared dead in a train wreck. His friend was pregnant at that time…..Armaan offered to marry her and adopted her child as his own…..THIS IS THE HEINOUS KILLER WE ARE ALL TALKING ABOUT??…..A man who can give up all his happiness to save another life….. is he a heinous killer? Or is a messiah for all of us? And for the record…..this esteemed jury would like to know that the woman who had broken his heart has changed forever after this incidence……she decided to have the baby…..she understood the meaning of life, love and the love for life…….so yes, Armaan Mallikhas the ability to inspire people….yes he can inspire people to value life….NOT TO KILL ANYONE! So….could he be the heinous killer he is being made out to be? A man who can give up all his desires and happiness just to save another life? If he is a terrorist than we need to change the definition of that word in our dictionaries!" her voice broke as she continued to talk.


There was a pin drop silence in the courtroom. A few people wiped their tears at the heartfelt speech from this young Indian American lawyer. Armaan had tears in his eyes; he could not believe that Riddhima would have the courage to tell the whole world their little secret. Nishant, Padma, Arjun and Rahul were stunned- they were unaware of this fact- they had no idea that Armaan was the person who was responsible for Sur's life….it was clear to them why Riddhima was so insistent on defending Armaan- no one could defend him better than she could…..even the Indian Investigation was unnecessary to prove his innocence.



"The court will now adjourn for the jury to give their final verdict," the judge declared.


The courtroom became abuzz as everyone got up to stretch and take a breather from the tense moments in the court.




Gary placed his arm around Riddhima, "That takes a lot of guts Riddhima….you probably did not need that….the evidence from India is pretty clear……I admire you for what you said in front of the court…..not everyone has the courage to do that."




Riddhima wiped a tear with a tissue, "I know….I got a little carried away…..but the word heinous killer really got to me," she blinked hard to hide her tears and glanced at Armaan's soulful eyes. They did not have to say anything to each other; her sermon in front of the jury and court had said it all.



"Ya khuda….aaj agar mujhey umar qaid ki sazaa bhi miley tho mujhey manzoor hai……aaj Riddhima ne jo mere liye kaha…..uske badle main koi bhi sazaa kaatne ko tayyar hoon," he stood silently, tears rolling down his eyes as the courtroom patiently waited for the jury to deliberate on the prosecutors and defense statements.




Padma was proud of her daughter; she could not believe that this was the same girl who was ashamed of her mother pick her up from school wearing a sari, the same girl who hated her Indianness…..hated her name…..hated her ethnicity….hated her identity…..the girl who was always confused about who she was……today was the most confident and least confused person in this courtroom…..she was not ashamed of defending another Indian in front of so many Americans…..not ashamed to admit her own faults…..not ashamed to admit that she had changed because of someone else's love. At that moment, Padma realized what Riddhima meant by Armaan being a part of her heart and soul…..she was what Armaan's love had made her out to be….something no one else could do for the first 22 years of her life.



The jury returned after an hour or so.



As everyone waited impatiently for their verdict, Armaan and Riddhima just stared at each other. They knew that whatever the verdict might be, they would always be there for each other. No one could change that verdict.



"NOT GUILTY" was the unanimous decision of the jury.


PART 42:



"NOT GUILTY" was the unanimous decision of the jury.


Riddhima and Armaan were surrounded by supporters and well wishers as they walked out of the courtroom. The press and cameramen made a bee line for the poet-writer who was accused of terrorism. Rahul tried to stir Armaan away from all the media attention, "Armaan….Hinna ki car wahan khadi hai…..let's go," he pulled Armaan by his hand and ran to the car.



Armaan reluctantly followed Rahul and looked behind, his eyes searching for Riddhima. Riddhima, herself was hounded by reporters and media personnel. Nishant placed his arm around her and pulled her away from the crowd, 'come on Riddhima….let's get into the car." She tried to stretch her neck, but could not see Armaan anywhere either.




"Mom!" Sur greeted Riddhima in the car with a beautiful rose, "this is for you….congratulations for winning your case." Riddhima hugged Sur and thanked her with a kiss, "this is beautiful….thanks sweety…..where is nani?"




Padma got into the car, "main Hinna se baat kar rahi thi….usney aaj raat hum sab ko dinner par bulaaya hai."



Riddhima looked behind, but could not spot Hinna's car in the crowd. It was strange, that now that Armaan was set free, she could neither see him nor talk to him. While in custody, he was always available to her but since the verdict was announced, they both were lost in the mass hysteria of reporters, well wishers and friends.




Riddhima's phone rang nonstop as congratulatory messages from her colleagues, partners at the firm and friends kept pouring in.


Armaan sat on the back seat along with Rahul and Arjun. Hinna and Ranbir, seated in the front, congratulated him once again and drove off towards their house. Armaan received numerous calls from India. He talked to everyone at length- Arohi, Suhaana, ammi, abbu, Aaliyah, Muskaan. The whole family was celebrating his release and anxiously waiting for his return.



"I need to talk to Riddhima," he finally said.




"Riddhima and everyone else are coming home for dinner tonight…..we all have a reason to celebrate," Hinna beamed, "Armaan bhai…aaj main bahut khush hoon….and I am so proud of Riddhima….she has come a long way….aapne sach much jaadoo kiya hai meri friend par."




Armaan looked down shyly, his heart aching to talk to his savior. She had defended him with all her mind, body, heart and soul. He recalled a conversation he had with her at Hinna's house five years ago when she had announced her wedding with Josh- 'kya wo tumhare liye apna sab kuch qurbaan kar sakta hai?' She had scoffed at his definition of love at that moment, but five years later she was a living example of that statement. He was elated about being a free man once again, but nostalgic about his days in the prison where he had Riddhima all to himself. Her phone kept giving a busy signal as he could not get through.



EVENING:


"Chalo Riddhima…tayyar ho jao…Hinna ke yahan jaana hai," Padma walked into Riddhima's room and found her buried in some paperwork, "arre chalnaa nahin hai?"



"Haan mom….why don't you and Sur go ahead….I will come in a little while….kuch kaam hai," Riddhima looked up through her reading glasses.


"Kaam? Ab kya kaam hai?" Padma asked.


"Bahut zaroori kaam hai mom….case hearing ki summary likhni hai….I need to turn it in tomorrow….please mom…go ahead….I will see you there in a couple of hours," she bent down to finish her work.




"Theek hai…jaisi teri marzi," Padma sighed and left with Sur. Once she was sure that her mom and daughter were gone, she latched the door properly and called Armaan's number.



She was lucky to get through this time, "Hi Armaan…congratulations….didn't even get a chance to say anything at the courthouse."




"Chalo achha hai hamari yaad tho aayi lawyer sahiba ko? Mujhey darr tha ki kahin naya case na le liya ho…aur puraane case ko bhool gayi ho?" he teased her.




"Puraane case ko itni jaldi bhoolna aasaan nahin hai….well….I need you to sign some paperwork….can you come over right now?" she bit her lip mischievously.




'Right now? Thodi der mein tho tum log yahan aa rahe ho….bring the papers here," he said.



She cursed him silently for not getting her plan, "well….there are too many papers….I don't want to carry all of them there….it will take 10 minutes only….then we can drive together to Hinna's."




'OK…let me come with Rahul bhai then," he said


"ARMAAN! You are not a kid…are you? Damn it, take a cab and don't bother anyone else!" she was exasperated – why could he not get the hint that she wanted to spend some time alone with him? His days in the prison had certainly dulled him in some aspects.




"Yes, ma'am!" he chuckled and took off, "I need to complete some paperwork….I will be back shortly," he announced and took off before anyone could stop him. Armaan smiled to himself as he stopped to get flowers on the way, "Riddhima….ab jab tak tum mujhey nahin bataaogi ki us din restaurant mein kya kehne waali thi, main bhi tumhari taraf kadam nahin badhaaonga…..agar tum ziddi ho tho main bhi ziddi hoon….let's see who wins."


RIDDHIMA'S APARTMENT:


Riddhima stepped out of the shower with wet hair when she heard the door bell go off. She rolled her tongue mischievously and put on a robe, 'HOLD ON!"


Armaan stood at the door with a bouquet of flowers covering his face.


"Nice flowers!" she exclaimed.



He tilted his head slightly and smiled, "aaj invitation milne par hi aaya hoon….hamesha ki tarah bina bulaaye nahin aaya …..ab naaraaz tho nahin hogi na?"



"Haan naaraaz tho zaroor hongi…..kyunki ab invitation bhejne ki zaroorat padhti hai mujhey," she held the door open for him and let him in.


"You are still a confused girl Riddhima….pehle iss liye naaraaz hoti thi ki bina bulaaye aa gaye….aur ab iss liye ki bina bulaaye nahin aaye," he said playfully.




"Mr Mallik….it's not that easy to understand a woman's mind," she shut the door behind him and giggled.


"Tell me about it Ms Gupta!" he rolled his eyes like her.


"Itna confusion mein rakha hai tumhein?" she asked playfully.



"Well….that comes with the territory…doesn't it? American Born Confused Desi?" he chuckled and turned around to face her.


As his eyes fell on the sultry woman in a bathrobe, he almost lost his balance. The wet hair hugging her lovely face with a few drops of water glistening on her lips made her look really scrumptious. He swallowed hard and tried to control his emotions and appear as nonchalant as ever.



'What happened?" she snapped her fingers in front of his face, well aware of the effect she had on him, "are you distracted by something?"




Armaan shook his head and smiled indifferently, "kuch nahin….where are the papers…..and where can I place these flowers?" Even though, he tried to appear laid-back and unaffected by her desirous looks, Riddhima could see the pulse in his neck quicken as his face turned red.



"Are you in a hurry?" she walked closer and traced her finger on his sleeve. He gulped hard and followed her finger on his arm with his gaze.


"Of course….I am hungry……uh…actually…...hungry for home cooked food and you know everyone is anxiously waiting for us at Hinna's."



"Aisi bhi kya jaldi hai Mallik saheb?" her finger crawled up to his collar and then brushed against his neck. Armaan looked down and noticed the mischief in her eyes as her finger traced circles on his chest.



"K-Kr-i-pa," he stuttered, "What are you trying to do? Don't you have to get ready? Aise hi chalne ka iraada hai kya?"




"Tum chaaho tho utaar bhi sakti hoon," she winked naughtily as a stunned Armaan watched her walk away towards her room, "let me change into something comfortable," she laughed and shut her door.




Her words and gestures sent a chill down his spine; this was a new side of her personality he had never seen before. She had definitely managed to rouse him like never before, but he wanted to play along for some more time and see how far she would go with this enchanting game.




On the other hand, Riddhima was disappointed that he did not seem as enthusiastic about meeting her as she had anticipated, "yeh jail mein reh kar Armaan ko kya ho gaya hai? Pehle tho meri khubsoorati ki tareef mein kya kya nahin kehta rehta tha….ab meri taraf dekh bhi nahin raha hai….looks like I will have to wake this sleeping lion myself."


Armaan grinned to himself, "aaj main Riddhima ke mooh se wo luvz sun kar hi rahoonga jinke liye main kitne saalon se taras raha hoon," and checked out Sur's photographs displayed on a shelf in the living room, "hmm….aankhon ka rang tho apne zaalim baap par gaya hai…..lekin inki maasoomiyat apni maa par gayi hain…..bahut khoob," he picked the frame from the shelf and caressed the photograph affectionately.



'ARMAAN!" she yelled from her room.


"Hmm…kya hua?" he turned around.


"Wardrobe malfunction!" she peeped out from the door.


Armaan smiled slyly as he recalled the sari incident from 5 years ago, "can I help?"



"Aur kis liye bulaa rahi hoon?" She rolled her eyes at his dumb question.



"Yes ma'am," he pushed her door gently and found her standing all entangled in a red colored sari, "5 saal mein sari pehen ni nahin seekhi? Aur yeh wardrobe malfunction mere saamne hi kyun hota hai?"



"Koi sikhaane waala hi nahin tha itne saal," she gazed at him alluringly,
"and yes…..only you evoke this malfunction in my wardrobe and ….in me."




"Hmmm…court mein tho malfunction nahin…..super function kar rahi thi," he bent down to adjust her sari.




"Yahan dil ke court ki baat ho rahi hai Mr Mallik……uska case thoda mushkil hai," she bit her lip and pinched his nose with her fingers. As she bent over, the sari pallu which was still covering her chest fell on his face, revealing her soft cleavage above her blouse.




Armaan held his breath for a second; he removed the fabric off his face gently and looked up at the bewitching young lady who was trying to entice him into losing all self-control. She was certainly not a helpless lady trying to learn how to tie a sari, but a woman who knew what she wanted. He could see the desire pouring from her attractive eyes.



He opened his mouth to recite a sher, "yeh aankhein…."



Before he could complete the sher, she placed her finger on his lips, "sshhh….aaj mujhey sher sun na nahin……sher dekhna hai," she said huskily and bent down further till their lips were a whispering distance away.




They gazed into each other's eyes; he held her face with his hand and pressed his lips against hers. AS his lips touched hers softly, an electrifying sensation ran through their bodies; their kiss deepened and soon reached more passionate heights. They held each other closely as they stood up, their lips still locked. She arched her back slightly and encircled her arms around his neck as the two thirsty lovers bathed each other with their passions. They moaned and groaned like two hungry animals as they savored and drank each other's sweetness. He pulled her closer and embraced her petite frame with his strong arms. His fingers unsnapped the buttons of her blouse from the back as she grunted with pleasure.




Riddhima tore off the buttons from his shirt and slid her fingers onto his bare chest.




Armaan crushed her little frame against the door and encircled her thin waist with his hands. They felt each other's hearts pounding against their chests as his bare chest pressed against her softness. Suddenly, he pulled away and looked at her tenderly, "nahin Riddhima….not that soon…..we are getting carried away," he covered her chest with her sari and turned his face.


He put his shirt back on and tried to button them back. As he searched for any remaining buttons on his shirt, he heard some music playing from on the CD player on her dresser….



(Door door tum rahe from chalte chalte)




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVSru6wh01w&feature=related

http://www.sangeethouse.com/album/aur-ek-haseena-thi.html

door door tum rahe, pukarte hum rahe
aaj ki raat tum jao na
akar bahhon main, samakar ahoon main
ab yun nazar ko churao na (2)



He found himself being pulled by her sari pallu around his neck, "arre….arre Riddhimaaa!" he cried as she pulled him closer and bit his ear, "kyun door bhaag rahe ho mujhse?"



door door tum rahe, pukarte hum rahe
aaj ki raat tum jao na

aaj raat ko, husn ishq ho
phir bula raha hai
phir bula raha hai
aag paani main, kis pyaar se,
phir mila raha hai,
phir mila raha hai
phirse woh pyaare bahar ke din aaj tum le aao na



"Chaah kar bhi kahan jaa sakta hoon?" he asked huskily, "aakhir meri dorr tumhare haathon mein hi tho hai."


"Phir door jaane ki koshish bhi mat karo," she pushed him on her bed and lay next to him.



door door tum rahe, pukarte hum rahe
aaj ki raat tum jao na
akar bahhon main, samakar ahoon main
ab yun nazar ko churao na

door door tum rahe, pukarte hum rahe
aaj ki raat tum jao na



"Armaan," she whispered in his ears, "aaj tum azaad nahin huye….balki qaid ho gaye ho."



chalte chalte kahin, bich raah main,
kho gaye the tum,
kho gaye the tum,



Armaan was in seventh heaven. She had definitely managed to rouse the sleeping lion inside him. He rolled over and pressed her against the bed, "kya yeh qaid….umar qaid nahin ban sakti?" he kissed her ears and whispered softly.




pyaar main kho kar, hamare hi ho kar,
ho gaye the gum,
ho gaye the gum
pyaasi tumhari kabse hun main ab tum tarsao na



"Umar bhar is sazaa ko seh paaoge?" she circled her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.




door door tum rahe, pukarte hum rahe
aaj ki raat tum jao na
akar bahhon main, samakar ahoon main
ab yun nazar ko churao na



'Sar aankhon par," he kissed her neck and groaned loudly as her nails dug into his muscular back.

door door tum rahe, pukarte hum rahe
aaj ki raat tum jao na




They were soon engulfed in each other's passion, unaware of their surroundings, time and reality. Despite, Armaan's protests to not hurry into anything, Riddhima managed to get the better of his passion and desires. Their pent up feelings for each other had no bounds that evening as they peeled off all their layers of inhibition and united as one body and soul under the gentle moonlight filtering through the window of her bedroom.



Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms quietly. Riddhima's head rested on his chest; he stroked her hair gently as they felt their hearts beat in unison.


"Riddhima….I had no idea we would end up like this," Armaan said.



"Did you plan on having a platonic relationship all our lives?" she was baffled.




He burst out in laughter, "mera matlab yeh nahin tha….matlab shaadi se pehle yeh sab?" he rolled over and squeezed her frame, "how could I even imagine a platonic relationship with a woman like you?"




"Shaadi? Shaadi ki baat kis ne kari?" she asked quizzically, almost amused at his question.




"Zyaada badmaashi mat karo lawyer sahiba," he nibbled at her cheek playfully, "ab chaahe tum maano ya na maano……dilwaale dulhaniya le hi jaayenge!"



"Theek hai tho tum US move karoge phir?" she bit his other cheek back.




"US?" he sat up, "Baap re…..no way…..itni mushkil se tho jail se choota hoon….kahin phir pakad kar jail mein daal diya tho?"


She pulled him down with his shoulders, "tho kya hua? Ek aur case ladh loongi."



"Kya zindagi bhar mere liye case hi ladhti rahogi?" he teased her and kissed her lips tenderly, "phir ghar kaun sambhaalega? Bacche kaun dekhega?"




"Tum kis marz ki dawa ho?" she moaned as his lips scorched her face and neck once again.



"As you wish lawyer sahiba….aapka ghulam hoon….jo aapka hukum hoga….wo hi karoonga…..bas aap ek baar mujhey wo keh deejiye jo aap restaurant mein us din kehne waali thi," he buried his face in her thick hair and kissed her ears passionately.



"mmm," she writhed in pleasure, "NAAA…..wo tho kabhie nahin kahoongi."


PART 43: short part but romantic


"Theek hai jab tak tum nahin bataaogi mujhey ki kya kehne waali thi….main bhi tumhare liye tab tak koi sher ya kavita nahin likhoonga," Armaan chided with her as he searched for his mobile that had been ringing repeatedly. He finally reached his pants and pulled out his phone, "ya allah….6 missed calls….from Hinna…Rahul bhai…Arjun…kya soch rahe honge sab..…RIDDHIMA!" he turned around but found her sleeping peacefully on her pillow.


The smile and contentment on her face sent a warm sensation all over his body. He bent over and kissed her forehead gently and traced his fingers gently around her lips……


'Kahin madhosh na kar de ye nigahen, kahin jaan na le jaye ye kaajal,
Chehra chaand, honth kanwal, ya ho tum kisi shayar ki ghazal..!!!!!


Ye tere husn ki ranaiiyan, ye lahrata aanchal,
Kyon na hon hum deewane, kyon na bane pagal,
Kahte hain tuzhse farishte bhi, aye Tasneem zara sambhal,
Chehra chaand, honth kanwal, ya ho tum kisi shayar ki ghazal...!!!


Khamosh labon par ye tabassum, aankhon me mastiyan,
Tum bin sooni ye mehfil, tum bin tanha ye bastiyaan,
Tuzhe yun hi dekhte rahen hum, kash tham jaye ye pal,
Chehra chaand, honth kanwal, ya ho tum kisi shayar ki ghazal..!!!!

…..by shakil


Riddhima opened one eye and grinned mischievously, "gotcha! Aakhir mere liye sher keh hi diya."




'BADMAASH!" he pulled his hand away and scolded her, "jhoothi kahin ki! I thought you were asleep."




She got up and circled her hands around his strong arm, "after all I am a lawyer….a professional LIAR!" she laughed and kissed his bare arm, "get used to it Mr Mallik….now let's get ready….I want you to meet Sur….she is dying to meet the one and only one children's author she has heard about."




He smiled at her and placed his arm around her shoulders, "mujhey abhi bhi aisa kyun lagta hai ki main sapna dekh raha hoon?" he kissed her hand and gazed into her eyes, "I would love to meet her too."



Riddhima brushed his nose with a finger and smiled, "Sur tumhari beti pehle hai…phir meri….pehla haq tumhara hi hai Armaan….she belongs to you….I have just taken care of her," her eyes glistened a little as she hid her face in his chest.




He held her close for a few moments, "I promise I will give her all the love I can…..she will always be my daughter…..our daughter."


"Thanks Armaan," she said softly and kissed his arm.



They reluctantly got up to get ready. To Armaan's amazement, Riddhima swiftly put her sari on without any help.



"Kya dekh rahe ho?" she caught him staring at her with his pants on, shirt still in hand.



"Yahi ki sari pehen ne mein kitni expert ho tum? So that malfunction was all staged?" he asked.




"May be!" she winked at him and stood in front of the mirror to dab some make up on.



"RIDDHIMA!" he grabbed her from behind, "you should be a stage actress…..yeh lawyer kahan se ban gayi?"




"Lawyers have to stage a performance each time too…don't they?" she brushed her fingers on his cheeks resting on her shoulder.




"Tho mere liye bhi acting ki thi tumney?" he squeezed her waist in his arms.




"Nahin…..apne liye ki thi," she turned around and encircled her arms around his neck, "agar court mein performance nahin karti tho aaj shaam ki performance kaise enjoy karti?"




"Ahaa….tho yeh sab is performance ke liye hua tha?" he teased her back, "now it all makes sense," he chuckled and looked up at the ceiling, "ya allah….aaj kal ki ladkiyan kitni besharam ho gayi hain? Ek seedhe saadhe aadmi ki izzat lootne ka achha tareeka nikaala hai."




She slapped him playfully, "yeah right! As if I took advantage of you….actually….if you had taken the initiative 5 years ago……we would have never gone through all this pain of separation."




"Achha? Tho galti meri hai? Maine koi initiative nahin liya tha?" he was aghast by her accusation, "tum abhi bhi apni galti kabhie accept nahin karti…..you just like to blame others….you have NOT changed a BIT!" he scoffed lovingly.


"Of course I haven't….if I had….I would have stopped loving you by now," she bit her tongue at her faux pas. She squeezed her eyes shut and smacked her head, "oops!"




"GOTCHA!" he wrinkled his nose and laughed aloud, "pakdi gayi…..phir se bolo na," he pulled her closer, "please…..just once more."



"No way!" she giggled and pushed him away, "wear your shirt…..we need to go…unless you want to do a Salman Mallik at Hinna's."




"Shirt? Saare button tho thod diye tumne," he picked his shirt and looked at it with dismay, "I can always wear one of your salwaar suits," he grinned, "no one will have any questions then."




"I don't want to ruin my suits……yeh lo," she threw his shirt from India at him.




"Yeh kahan se aayi? This is mine," he was puzzled.



"That's my night shirt now….I picked it from your closet in India," she teased him, "better return it to me….kyunki uske bina neend nahin aati mujhey."



"That's not fair," he buttoned up and came closer, "why does my shirt have to be luckier than me?"


"Apni apni kismet hai Mallik saheb," she picked her keys and messed with him, "let's go…..warna sab kahenge Indians kabhie time se kahin nahin pahunch te!"


He followed her to the elevator, "for the record….it is not the Indian who delayed us….but the very American desi girl!"



"But it is all the Indian guy's fault!" she grinned and pressed the button to the ground floor.


AT HINNA'S:


"There you are!" Ranbir answered the door and saw the two sheepish looking lovers hand in hand.


Armaan tried to explain; he loosened his grip on her hand but she squeezed his hand possessively and did not let go of it and apologized, "sorry Ranbir…..my car had a flat tire…..we had to stop and change it."



Armaan gave her a bewildered look; she was really something!


As soon as they walked in, Sur ran into Riddhima's arms, "MOM!" Riddhima released her hand from Armaan's and picked her daughter, "missed you cutie….look who is here to meet you."



Armaan smiled at Sur, "Hi Sur….how are you?"



"Hi uncle…..you are the monkey author…isn't it?" Sur asked cheerfully.



Everyone burst out in laughter at the innocent question. "Yes…of course….I AM the monkey author…..and the monkey who dances on someone else's tunes," he glanced at Riddhima with the corner of his eyes. Riddhima pinched his arm gently and gave him a sharp look.



"Abhi se aankhein dikhaaogi…tho shaadi ke baad kya karogi?" he whispered in her ear.



"Hi Armaan!" Nishant came forward and introduced himself, "I am Nishant……nice to meet you in person…have heard a lot about you…"


"Same here Nishant," Armaan shook his hand, "have heard a lot of wonderful things about you."


"Really? Riddhima meri tareef bhi karti hai?" Nishant teased her.


"Sirf aap hi ki tareef hi karti hai Nishant," Armaan beamed at Riddhima affectionately, "buraayi ke liye hum hain na..kyun Riddhima?"



"Absolutely Armaan….no one can be nicer than Nishant in this world…..you don't even stand a chance," she placed her hand around Armaan's arm and gave him an amorous look.


"*cough*cough*" Nishant cleared his throat, perceiving their comfort and love for each other, "lagta hai aap log kuch lad-jhagad kar aa rahe hain? Looks like you can't stand each other…right?"




Armaan and Riddhima both blushed at that comment; Riddhima tried to hide her embarrassment, "Nishant….where is Alex? Armaan would like to meet him too."


"Well of course….he should be around," Nishant turned around to look for his son.


Armaan picked Sur from Riddhima's arms, "ab mera haath chhodo….and let me go mingle with others lawyer sahiba."


"Jao…chhod diya," she released him from her grip and went to the kitchen to help the ladies.


Peter and Lisa arrived shortly as everyone congratulated the winning team of Armaan and Riddhima for their success at the trial.



Padma blessed Armaan, "Armaan beta….bhagwan ka lakh lakh shukr hai…..tum ab azaad ho….khush raho beta."


'Aunty….aap sabki dua aur Riddhima ki mehnat ka phal hai," he answered.


"Jaanti hoon…Riddhima ne tere liye bahut tapasyaa ki hai beta…..apne bistar par na sokar…zameen par raatein guzaari hain usney…..bahut chaahti hai wo tumhein," Padma smiled tearfully, "ab bas tum dono ek ho jao….tho mujhey tassali milegi."



Armaan was surprised to find out Riddhima's little secret, "aunty….main ghar pahunchte hi apne ammi-abbu se baat karoonga….she and Sur are my responsibility now."



"Arre bhai…..jab miya biwi raazi tho kya karega kaazi?" Rahul intervened, "aunty…..main soch raha hoon ki India jaane se pehle….Riddhima aur Armaan ki mangni tho karwaa lein...kyun Armaan miya?"



Armaan turned red at the suggestion; how could he tell them that he and Riddhima were way beyond the 'mangni' stage, "jaisa aap chaahe Rahul bhai," he said obediently.




"Armaan bhai! Baniye mat….mann mein tho ladoo photo rahe hain..haina?" Arjun slapped Armaan's back, "Rahul bhai….deri kis baat ki…..aaj yahan sab hain…..why not here?"



"Bilkul sahi farmaaya aapne Arjun miya," Rahul took out two boxes from his pocket, "sorry Armaan….I took the liberty of choosing the rings…..kaisi hain?"



"Bahut khubsoorat hain," Padma and Hinna saw the two beautiful rings, "after all Mallik jewelers are the best," Hinna beamed.



"OK GUYS!" Ranbir made an announcement, "on this special day…..we would like to celebrate not only the release of our beloved friend from the false accusations…..but also love to celebrate his imprisonment for life….to this beautiful friend of ours….Ms Riddhima Gupta!" he opened a champagne bottle as everyone cheered and clapped for them.


Riddhima was a little confused, "what's going on?'



"Come here sweety," Hinna signaled, "don't ask any faaltu questions."


"Yeah….leave the interrogation to the courts…..now just obey your mom and your well wishers," Ranbir grinned as he pulled Riddhima to the middle of the living room.


Armaan stood in the center with a ring in his hand. He pulled Riddhima's right hand gently and placed the beautiful ring on her ring finger. She was pleasantly surprised, 'Armaan? When did you guys plan this?'


"sshhh!" he placed his finger on her lips, "ab mujhey bhi pehnaa do…..zyaada bolti ho tho lagta hai court mein phir se pahunch gaya hoon…so shut up and do as we all say!"


Riddhima blushed at Armaan's sweet reprimand, "yes sir…as you say," and slipped the other ring into his finger as everyone cheered and congratulated them.

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PART 44: playful halka phulka part ;;)


RECAP: "sshhh!" he placed his finger on her lips, "ab mujhey bhi pehnaa do…..zyaada bolti ho tho lagta hai court mein phir se pahunch gaya hoon…so shut up and do as we all say!"


Riddhima blushed at Armaan's sweet reprimand, "yes sir…as you say," and slipped the other ring into his finger as everyone cheered and congratulated them.



"Here is to Armaan and Riddhima for a happy life ahead of them," Nishant raised a toast to the newly engaged couple. Riddhima saw the little droplet of tear at the corner of his eye as he raised his glass. She felt bad for Nishant and resolved to find someone loving and caring for her best friend who had helped her reunite with Armaan after all these years.




"OK….picture time," Peter pulled out his camera, "Armaan…Riddhima…stand close to each other…..let's get a nice close up."




Riddhima put her arm around Armaan's waist and pulled him closer, "door door kyun bhaag rahe ho phir?" she muttered through her clenched teeth. Armaan smiled and put his arm around her, "ab tumhare jaal mein phans hi gaya hoon…..tho hanste hanste hi shaheed ho jaata hoon," he beamed a smile for the camera as they posed for Peter.


"Thanks!" Peter grinned.



"One sec Peter," Armaan looked for Sur and picked her in his arm, "now….one with the three of us," he placed one arm around Riddhima again and held Sur in his other arm for more pictures.




After the ceremony and pictures, all the guests mingled amongst themselves. Sur pulled Armaan away from the grownups and sat on his lap, "Tell me a story uncle."


"Story? Hmmm," Armaan scratched his head and pulled one out from his memory. He was soon surrounded by Alex and Hinna's 2 little kids (Mahek and Sahil).



Riddhima, Rahul, Arjun, Nishant, Lisa, Hinna, Ranbir and Peter conversed in another corner.



"So…is Armaan going to move to the US?" Lisa asked.


"He would need a Green card…wouldn't he?" Peter asked.


"You wouldn't mind if your brother moved here?" Lisa asked Rahul


"We have no issues if Armaan moves to the US….after all it's between him and Riddhima," Rahul replied.




"I think Riddhima, you should apply for his Green card as soon as you guys get married….sometimes there can be a long wait," Nishant advised.



As everyone discussed various possibilities for Armaan's immigration to the US, Riddhima was in a trance as she saw Sur engaged by his story on Armaan's lap. She could give up all she ever had, just to capture that sight in her memory forever. Tears of joy rolled down her eyes; it almost seemed that it was Armaan who had set her free by winning the case, and not the other way around. After all these years, Sur had someone she could call 'dad.'




Riddhima walked towards them and sat on the carpet at Armaan's feet. He gave her a smile as she rested her hand on his knee.



"Mom! Uncle told us a new story!" an excited Sur informed her.


"Uncle nahin," Riddhima said, "Armaan is going to be your dad now."



"DAD?" Sur's eyes popped in glee, "really? You are my dad?"



Armaan kissed Sur's cheek, "you can call me abbu….how about that?" he did not want Suhaana and Sur to get too confused with the word 'dad.' Suhaana addressed Arjun as 'abbu' and it would be less confusing if Sur did the same.


"Abbu?" Sur made a face, "Is abbu same as dad?"




"Yes beta," Riddhima stroked Sur's arms, "we say abbu in our culture….Ok beta? It's a special way to address your dad….it just makes your dad extra special."




Padma who was observing from a distance was proud of her daughter; a few years ago Riddhima would have scoffed at a word like 'abbu'- she had certainly come a long way and she could not thank Armaan enough for the change in her daughter.




Sur got off Armaan's lap and ran to Padma, "nani….nani….I have a dad now…..his name is abbu! I am going to tell all my friends….and my teacher…..and…and….and," she could hardly control her excitement.




Riddhima squeezed Armaan's knees with her hands and looked at him gratefully; he had given Sur and her best gifts of their lives. Armaan pressed his hands on hers and nodded gently in reassurance, "I promise I will be the best dad in the world," he bent down and whispered in her ear, "and the best hubby too," and entwined his fingers with hers.


"Looks like Armaan and Riddhima are having a ball with all the kids," Hinna commented and walked towards them, "ab in logon ki yeh punishment hai ki kal yeh dono saare bachhon ko ghumaane le jaayenge….kyun Armaan bhai?"




"Absolutely!" Armaan remarked, "should we all go to the zoo?"


"Zoo?" Riddhima made a disgusting face, "we have been there many times….I am tired of the zoo."



"WE ARE NOT TIRED!" Alex and Sur said in unison, "yes…yes..we wanna go to the zoo!" they jumped up joyfully. Riddhima had no choice; Armaan would leave for India in a couple of days and if the Zoo was the best place to spend time with him, she would go there too….after all she had agreed to follow Armaan to timbaktoo if needed.




"Armaan bhai….I will join you guys too," Arjun offered his help when he saw 4 excited kids vying for Armaan's attention.



NEXT DAY:


Armaan, Riddhima and Arjun headed to the zoo with 4 kids, strollers, bags with drinks, food, sunscreen and hats. Riddhima was amazed to see how comfortable both the men were with the kids. They both pushed the strollers and carried the bags, leaving Riddhima's hands free of any responsibility. Sur insisted on sitting on Armaan's shoulders. Having a dad was her biggest treat that day and she wanted to proudly display her newly acquired status to the whole world.




Armaan entertained the kids with stories and poems on various animals. They would spend a good 20 minutes outside each cage to Riddhima's chagrin. She hated the smells and sounds of the zoo; how she wished they were at the beach….or may be at the mall…or the theme park…..or the Taj Mahal.



She sat on a bench and closed her eyes- Armaan and she were back at the Taj once again……they walked hand in hand under the moonlit sky…..he was dressed as a prince with a rose in his hand and she was a princess with a veil on her face. Armaan lifted her veil and gave her the rose. She graciously accepted the rose and then looked up at him. He lowered his face and planted a kiss on her lips.



Riddhima smiled at her dream and mumbled, "mmm….kiss me again Armaan…."



"ha…ha…ha…ha," she opened her eyes with a startle and saw 4 cute faces laughing at her. She looked up sheepishly and saw Armaan trying his best to suppress his laughter. Thankfully, Arjun was in the line to buy ice cream.




"Mom…we will kiss you," Sur climbed on the bench and kissed her mom. Alex and Hinna's 2 kids followed suit and showered Riddhima aunty with kisses too.




Armaan knelt down in front of Riddhima and rested his chin on her knee, "can I have a turn too?"


Riddhima was too embarrassed and tried to get up, "uh..oh…let's get some ice cream first."



"Nahin….pehle meri turn tho aane do," he pushed her back on the bench and sat next to her, "so Ms Gupta….kya sapna dekh rahi thi?"




"Kuch nahin Armaan," she fumbled for words as all the kids had a hearty laugh at her expense. She would make sure that Armaan would pay for embarrassing her in front of all the kids.


"Ice cream!" Arjun walked back with six cones in his hands. Everyone but Riddhima got an ice cream.


"What about me?" she asked.


"You were asleep madam…..jo sota hai wo khota hai," Armaan teased her as he licked his cone. Riddhima was incensed by everyone ganging against her. She grabbed Armaan's ice cream cone and ran away with it.


"Hey…hey…hey," Armaan felt cheated as his cone had been swiftly stolen away by his seemingly innocent fiance.




"Arjun…take care of the kids….I'll be right back," he ran after his ice cream thief and caught her licking on the cone behind the food stalls.




"There you are…CHOR!" he grabbed her by her elbow, "bachhon ko kya sikhaaogi? I will have to keep my daughter away from your bad influence!" he chided her.




She grinned with a mouthful of strawberry ice cream and smeared the remaining ice cream on his face, "that's for you!"




"AHHH! Yeh kya kiya Riddhima?" his eyes popped wide with the cold ice cream on his face.


As he tried to wipe his face, she grabbed his hands and pulled him closer with her other hand, "idhar aao…..main hoon na…I will help you," and licked all the remaining ice cream from his face.


"Krripaaa," he moaned, "yeh kya kar rahi ho?" her tongue and lips on his face threw him into a frenzy and stirred his senses. He grabbed her tightly and kissed her lips passionately. Her arms went around his neck as the empty cone fell off her hands to the ground.


"Lo…tumhara sapna poora kar diya...mmm yummy strawberry flavored kiss," he groaned huskily as he pulled away.


She pulled him closer, "ek aur sapna poora karna hai abhi," she added softly.


"Bolo," he pressed her against the back wall of the food stalls, "bandaa haazir hai."


"Can we go to the Taj again?" she asked.


"Honeymoon at the Taj?" he asked, "chaand…Taj….aur sirf hum dono…..kyun kya khayal hai?"



"bahut khoob shayar sahib," she pulled him closer and buried her face in his neck.



"ABBU! UNCLE! ABBU!" they heard some squeals from the front.


"Looks like they are all searching for us," Armaan grinned and pulled away. He peeped from behind and saw the 4 kids running around looking for them. Poor Arjun was trying to balance the two strollers with all the bags, water bottles and hats in his hand.


Armaan jumped out and startled all the kids. And then started singing….

"bum bum bum" from "Taare zameen par"

http://www.bollywoodbakwas.com/2007/11/taare-zameen-par-list en-to-songs.html


Chaka Raka Chi Chai Cho Chaka Lo Rum
Gando Vando Laka Raka Tum
Akko Takko Iddi Giddi Giddi Go
Iddi Pai Vidi Pai Chiki Chaka Cho

Gili Gili Mal Sulu Sulu Mal
Maka Naka Huku Buku Re
Tuku Buku Re Chaka Laka
Bikko Chikko Sili Sili Sili Go
Bagad Dum Chagad Dum Chiki Chaka Cho

Dekho Dekho Kya Woh Ped Hai
Chadar Ode Ya Khada Koi
Dekho Dekho Kya Woh Ped Hai
Chadar Ode Ya Khada Koi
Baarish Hai Ya Aasmaan Ne
Chod Diye Hai Nal Khule Kahin

Hum Jaise Dekhe Yeh Jahaan Hai Waisa Hi
Jaisi Nazar Apni

Khul Ke Sochein Aao
Pankh Zara Phailaao
Rang Naye Bikhrao
Chalo Chalo Chalo Chalo
Naye Khwaab Bun Le

Hey Hey...
Sa Pa (Sa Pa) Dha Re (Dha Re) Ga Re (Ga Re)
Ga Ma Pa Sa (Ga Ma Pa Sa )

Bum Bum Bum(Bum Bum Bum)
Bum Bum Bum Bole(Bum Bum Bum Bole)
Hey Bum Chik Bole(Bum Chik Bole)
Arre, Masti Mein Dole(Masti Mein Dole)

Bum Bum Bole,Masti Mein Dole
Bum Bum Bole,Masti Mein Tu Dol Re Hey
Bum Bum Bole,Masti Mein Dole...

Bhala Machliya Bhi Kyun Udti Nahin
Aise Bho Socho Na
Socho Sooraj Roz Nahaye Ya
Baal Bhigoke Yeh Budhoo Banaye Hume
Yeh Saare Taare Timtimaye
Ya Phir Gusse Mein Kuch Badbadate Rahein


Khul Ke Sochein Aao...
Hey Hey Hey...
Bum Bum Bole,Masti Mein Dole...

O Rat Rat Ke Kyon Tanker Full
(Tanker Full Tanker Full)
Aankhein Band To Dabba Gul
(Oye Dabba Gul Dabba Gul)
Oya Band Darwaze
(Khol Re Khol Re Khol Re)
Ho Jaa Bindaas Bol Re
(Bol Bol Bol Bol Re)
Main Bhi Hoon(Main Bhi Hoon)
Tu Bhi Hai(Tu Bhi Hai)

Main Bhi Tu Bhi Hum Sab Mil Ke
Bum Chik Bum Bum Chik Bum Bum Chik...'
Bum Bum Bum Bum Bum Bum

Bum Bum Bole,Masti Mein Dole...

Aisi Rangon Bhari Apni Duniya Hai Kyun
Socho To Socho Na
Pyar Se Chun Ke In Rangon Ko
Kisi Ne Sajaye Hai Apni Duniya
Upar Wala Kya Hai Apni Duniya
Upar Wala Kya Koi Kalakaar Hai

Khul Ke Sochein Aao...
Chalo Chalo Chalo Chalo Chalo Chalo Chalo Chalo
Chalo Chalo Chalo Chalo Naye Khwaab Bun Le

Bum Bum Bole,Masti Mein Dole...
Oye Bum Bum Bole




By the end of the song, they were all dancing, singing and prancing around the zoo like little kids to the amusement of all the onlookers and the animals. The animals had probably never seen such a sight before and were in a trance as the 4 kids and three adults danced around the cages.



LATER THAT EVENING:




Armaan, Riddhima and Sur reached Riddhima's place after dropping off all the other kids and Arjun back at Hinna's. They were all exhausted from the busy day at the Zoo, then the mall and then at the theme park.


After freshening up, they all gathered around the dining table.


"Armaan beta….kal jaa rahe ho?' Padma asked as she served dinner.



"Jee mom….apni family ko mile poore 6 mahine ho gaye….sab betaab hain milne ko," he answered.



"Hum sab tumhein bahut miss karenge," Padma glanced at Riddhima and smiled.


"Same here," he smiled back and saw Riddhima's dismayed expression, "par aap sab Arjun aur Arohi ki shaadi mein aa rahe haina?"



"Haan..haan..zaroor….aakhir tumhare parents se milkar tum dono ki shaadi ki date bhi tho pakki karni hai," Padma replied, "waise kab hai Arohi aur Arjun ki shaadi?"




Riddhima remained silent; she did not even want to think about the moment when Armaan would leave for India the next day.



"Next month….15th tareek fix huyi hai….aap log pehle hi aa jaaiye ga….saari shaadi ki rasmein bhi enjoy kar sakte hain," Armaan gazed at Riddhima for a response but she sat quietly with her face lowered. She was trying her best to hide her tears from everyone.



"Haan…haan…kyun Riddhima beti? Kya khayal hai?" Padma asked.



"Of course mom….we can't miss Arjun and Arohi's wedding….we will all go…..Nishant and Alex want to go too…..I think it would be fun for Alex and Sur to see an Indian wedding," she said, "let me put Sur to bed….she looks tired….excuse me," she got up and picked Sur in her arms.



"NO…NO…I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP!" A very exhausted Sur protested and kicked her legs.



"Lao…main sula deta hoon," Armaan got up and stretched his arms to pick her.



"Armaan….she is very tired….aisi haalat mein wo sirf apni mom ko chaahti hai," Riddhima frowned.



"Her abbu will do a better job…trust me," he picked Sur from her arms and carried her to her room.



A few minutes later, Riddhima walked in to Sur's room and saw Sur fast asleep on Armaan's chest. His eyes were shut too as his light snores and gentle chest movements rocked Sur into a deep slumber.


Riddhima covered them with a blanket and kissed their foreheads, "Good night!"


As she walked away, Armaan grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. She looked behind and sensed that he wanted her to stay.



She smiled and lay down beside him. Riddhima covered herself with the covers and put her arm around Armaan and Sur on his chest. She placed her head on his chest too and shut her eyes.



The three of them fell asleep within minutes…..cuddled together as one family on Sur's tiny bed, but ever so comfortable and warm in each other's company…
PART 45:


WASHINGTON D.C AIRPORT:


Armaan, Rahul and Arjun were finally on their way back to Mumbai. After a grueling, life changing experience, Armaan was free to go back home after 6 long months!


Riddhima, Padma, Sur, Nishant, Hinna, Ranbir, their kids, Lisa and Peter were all there to see them off. Riddhima had been a bundle of emotions all morning; she had barely eaten or rested all day. Armaan's departure reminded her of the day 5 years ago when she had been left alone by him. She still remembered how she had pinned and cried for him for days. Of course things were a lot different now, but any separation from him was always unbearable for her-there was always a sense of uncertainty about their fate each time they were on opposite sides of the globe.


Armaan, Rahul and Arjun hung out with everyone after checking in.



"Armaan…hope you have a safe journey back home…..and when you get back to the US, you are treated better than your last visit," Nishant patted Armaan's back.



"Allah jo karta hai achha hi karta hai shayad…..ho sakta hai agar yeh case nahin hota….tho…tho," Armaan paused; in a way Nishant was the biggest loser from this case, Armaan did not have the heart to complete his sentence. If there had been no case, it was likely that Riddhima would have been Nishant's wife one day.




Armaan lowered his eyes, but Nishant sensed his discomfort, "agar case nahin hota tho mujhey Riddhima ke Mr aashiq ke darshan kaise hote?" and gave him a friendly smile, "Armaan…I don't think Riddhima could ever belong to me….even if you had not returned back to the US, you would still be a part of her…..she never let anyone come near her….mujhey is baat ki khushi hai ki jo cheez jiski thi…wo uske paas chali gayi hai….I am happy for both of you…..and also for Arjun and Arohi…..kahin na kahin ek maasoom si ladki mere liye bhi baithi hai….bas milne ki deri hai janaab!" Nishant grinned and slapped Armaan's back again.



Armaan gave Nishant a friendly hug, "agar yeh case nahin hota tho tum jaisa dost bhi nahin milta janaab!"




Peter watched the two men hug and slap each other's backs. He tilted his head and scratched his head, "hmmm…wonder what is going on there?" Ranbir knew Peter what was wondering about- why two heterosexual men were hugging and talking to each other so intimately? "Peter…..that is a cultural thing…..Indian men do that kind of stuff, even if they are not gay….so chill…don't get any ideas buddy!"




Peter gave him a dirty look, "hey man…..you have a one track mind…..I am happy with Johnny……so don't YOU get ideas buddy!" They both laughed aloud as Rahul and Arjun interacted with Hinna, Riddhima and Lisa. It was obvious that Riddhima was distracted and not paying attention to what the others were saying.




"Excuse me," Riddhima knew that if she hung around for a few more minutes, her tears would have no way to control themselves, "I will be right back," she ran towards the restrooms to wash her face and hide from everyone. Armaan saw how pale and harried she had looked all morning. Amidst all the packing and preparation for his trip, he had not had a chance to talk to her.



"Rahul bhai…..yeh meri tickets or passport pakad kar rakhiye…main abhi aaya," Armaan ran after her. There she was, a tissue in hand, sniffing her nose, walking out the women's restroom.



'RIDDHIMA!" he caught up with her and grabbed her wrist, "come with me." A puzzled Riddhima just followed him and saw him enter the 'family restroom,' a place normally used by parents and kids to change diapers and use the facilities. He locked the door behind them and cupped her face in his palms, "kya hua? Are you already missing me?"



"Why would I miss you?" she said haughtily, "do you think you are that special?"


He smiled at her and wiped the little tear on her cheek with his thumb, "of course I am…tumhari jaisi special ladki se pyaar jo karta hoon….aur yeh samajh lo….duniya ke saamne kitna bhi jhooth bolo…..mere saamne nahin bol sakti…..na 5 saal pehle bol paayi thi…aur na aaj bol sakti ho…..tumhari zubaan jo bhi kahe…..tumhara dil kabhie jhooth nahin bolta."




She looked up and burst into tears, "I can't stand it Armaan," she threw herself into his arms and bawled on his chest, "I know you need to go and meet your family…..lekin tumhare bina ab bilkul raha nahin jaata."




He squeezed her in his arms and stroked her thick hair, "tum chaaho tho trip cancel kar deta hoon….I can stay here as long as you want." It was very rare for Riddhima to open her heart like that; she had always had a vulnerable side to her which she very well hid from the rest of the world. Armaan had seen that side of her the first time he had set eyes on her, and that is what had attracted him to her in the first place. She was a tough and strong woman on the outside but a soft, sensitive and tender hearted woman on the inside. The world had glimpse of that sensitive woman in court the other day, but he had always known all along that she was not impervious. He was pleased that the woman in his arms was her true self today and that is why he loved her so much…..and always had.




"No Armaan," she pulled away and wiped her face, "they have been anxiously waiting for you…..abhi chale jao….lekin shaadi ke baad sirf mere paas hi rahoge….aur kahin nahin jaaoge…promise?"




"My..my…what a possessive woman?" he chided her playfully and kissed her moist eyes.




"Yes, I am possessive….and selfish….I have to be…..tumhara kya bharosa? You are so selfless….any damsel in distress could melt your heart….so I have to be the selfish one," she hit him playfully.




"Wrong! No one can melt my heart any longer," he said softly


"Kyun? Tum bhi meri tarah patthar ke ho gaye ho kya?" she asked




"Wrong again lawyer sahiba! Yeh case tho tum zaroor haarne waali ho….pehli baat tho tum patthar ki nahin…..balki sabse khubsoorat phool ki tarah ho jo jahan bhi jaata hai apni khushboo phelaata hai…..aur doosra….mere paas ab dil tho hai hi nahin….tho aur koi kaise chura sakta hai? Wo tho tum kab se apne andar chupa kar baithi ho….hmmm….so….can I see some smiles instead of tears now?" he asked gently and gazed into her eyes.




She smiled tearfully and nodded gently, "take care of yourself….I will see you in India soon."



"Jaldi aa jaana….zyaada tadpaana mat…samjhi!" he embraced her and held her close to his heart for a few moments, "by the way…..tum mujhse itna jhooth bolti ho….lekin ek sacch chupa kar rakha itne dino?"



"Kaunsa sach?" she asked quizzically



'yahi ki jab main high security jail mein tha….tum bhi meri tarah floor par soti thi?" he kissed her hand and asked.


"Wo…wo," she looked away, "tumne bhi tho sacch chupaaya tha,' she turned around and asked.


'Maine?'


"yahi ki tumney kabhie meri painting poori nahin ki….lekin ki thi na tumne?"


'Tho dono ki chori pakdi gayi….hisaab baraabar….OK….give me a nice million dollar smile of yours……I have a long journey ahead of me….at least your smile can keep me cheerful," he stroked her chin gently.


She smiled tearfully and hugged him again, "I love you Armaan…..I really really love you."



"Wow! Eighth wonder of the world!" he kissed her nose, "aaj sach much mood mein ho tum."




"Main nahin chaahti ki aaj mere dil ki koi baat andar reh jaaye…..agar 5 saal pehle keh di hoti apne dil ki baat tho shayad zindagi hi alag hoti," she touched his face.


"Wo tho hai….maybe we would have had 3 kids by now," his eyes widened at that thought.



"Forget it! 3 kids? No way!" she circled his neck with her arms, "now kiss me…..and catch your flight….they have announced boarding already."




"Darr gayi?" he laughed, "now that is one thing, I will decide….hamari relationship mein sab kuch tumhare hisaab se hota hai…..lekin bachhe kitne honge……that I get to decide….samjhi?"



She slapped his chest with her tiny hands, "That's fine with me…..as long as you take care of all of them."



He bent down and kissed her passionately. Their lip lock lasted a while as they explored and drowned in each other's senses unaware of the last boarding call announcement.



"Itni acchi kiss karni kahan se seekhi tumney?" he asked, still gasping and panting after the kiss.



"5 saal practice kar rahi thi. Do you think you are the only one…..and what is big deal about a kiss?" she winked and opened the door to leave the family restroom. Armaan had a slanting smile on his face. He recalled Nishant's words- she never let anyone come near her. And then remembered her defensive statement at the temple in Gujarat- what is such a big deal about a kiss? Armaan shook his head and thought, "yeh ladki kabhie nahin badlegi….no wonder she is such a good LAAYER!"


"ARMAAN! CHALO….SECURITY CHECK KA TIME HO GAYA HAI! KAHAN THE?" Rahul yelled at his brother once he saw Armaan walking towards them.



"Sorry..sorry," Armaan apologized, gave a quick hug and kiss to Sur and waved to everyone, "see you all in India soon."


Padma placed an arm around Riddhima; her red and swollen eyes were the reason Armaan almost missed his flight, "beta…..ab jald hi tum dono ki shaadi kar denge…..Armaan se door nahin raha jaata na?"




"Mom….aisa kuch nahin hai," Riddhima tried to act her usual self and downplayed her emotions but Padma, just like Armaan, knew her daughter too well and just comforted her gently.


As they went through security, Riddhima noticed that the three men were asked to step aside and screened very closely. Armaan was taken to another room for further questioning. She was mortified by the airport security, "Peter….why the hell are they screening him closely again? He has been acquitted of all charges? Don't they have records?"

"Riddhima….they will let him go soon….don't worry….just a routine check I bet," Peter answered.


Riddhima clenched her teeth and mumbled to herself, "routine check….my foot….I bet Armaan will be scrutinized closely each time he leaves or comes to the US….they are such morons!"


Armaan was let go after some detailed questioning. The three men ran towards the gate and were let into their plane just before the doors were being shut.


MUMBAI:


Armaan, Rahul and Arjun were greeted with garlands, cheers and enthusiasm at the airport. Armaan's case had made headlines in India and to his surprise, the press and media were there to welcome this local hero who had defied the American law and been proved innocent by an Indian lawyer in the US!


Their family car whisked them away as soon as they got out of the airport.


"No interviews…..please..please!" Armaan folded his hands and pleaded to the press. He had no desire to relive those rough days once again, "NO THANKS!"


They finally arrived at the Mallik mansion. Armaan got off and took a deep sigh of relief- HE WAS HOME AT LAST!


Shahnawaaz, Naina, Aaliyah, Arohi, Suhaana, Muskaan, Farhan all ran to greet the men.



A tearful Armaan hugged his father tightly. Shahnawaaz felt as if a big load had been lifted off his chest once he embraced both his sons, "tum logon ko dekh kar aaj main itna khush hoon…..ab allah se aur koi dua nahin maangta…..bas mere dono bte wapas ghar aa gaye hain…..lakh lakh shukr hai khud ka!"




Armaan spotted his mom- she had aged 10 years in these last 6 months. He hugged her and cried on her shoulders. Naina's favorite child was back after going through the worst experience of their lives. She stroked his back and hair just like she used to when he was a little kid.


The emotional reunion lasted for hours as the whole family wept with tears of joy.


Arjun and Armaan stood next to each other and saw Suhaana running towards them. She stopped once she was face to face with them. She looked up at the two giants in front of her and wondered who should she hug first? Finally, she hugged both their thighs with her tiny arms and buried her face in the space between them, "ABBU! DADDY!"


Armaan smiled at Arjun, "tumhara haq pehle hai Arjun."



"Nahin Armaan bhai…..aapka haq pehle banta hai," Arjun shook his head and signaled him to pick her up first.



Armaan agreed and picked Suhaana in his arms, "kaisi hai meri beti?" he kissed and hugged her affectionately.



"Daddy…..aap mere abbu se mile hain?" Suhaana asked innocently.



"Kyun nahin mile? Aakhir wo hamare bhai jaise hain….achha ab aaj se ek kaam karogi Suhaana?" Armaan asked her.



"Kya?"


"Abbu ke bhai ko kya bolte hain?"


"Chacha! Ya Tauji!" she said.


"Bilkul….tho aaj se tum mujhey chachu bula sakti ho?" Armaan whispered into her ears.


"Chachu?" her eyes widened at the thought, "ammi….ab daddy ka naam chachu ho gaya hai….jaanti hain aap?" she asked innocently.



Arohi smiled tearfully, "haan beti……Armaan chachu tumhare sab se acche chachu hain…abbu se bhi achhe," she glanced at Arjun lovingly and stroked Suhanna's back.



"Nahin…abbu se achha koi nahin ho sakta!" Suhaana slid down Armaan's arms and asked Arjun to pick her up. Arjun obliged his little princess and returned his teasing glance to Arohi, "tum se zyaada tho hamari beti samajhdaar hai."



Everyone laughed at the light hearted conversation Suhaana's presence had helped bring to the family.




Armaan was relieved to see that Suhaana had smoothly transitioned her daughterly affection to the rightful father. Throughout the flight, that had been a nagging thought in his mind- what if she refused to accept Arjun as her father once Armaan was back? Before he came to the US, Arjun had spent enough time with her and showered her with lots of love and attention. Armaan was glad that he could now be Suhaana's chachu without ever feeling guilty about abandoning her as her 'father-figure' after 4 years of her life.




Arjun and Arohi took off with Suhaana so they could spend some time together. Arohi wanted to help Arjun set up his apartment and settle down after the long trip. They had a lot to discuss, especially with the impending wedding coming up in a few weeks.


After Armaan and Rahul had been pampered and fed their favorite foods, Armaan finally returned back to his room. Although, the CBI had returned most of his possessions after their investigation, his books, CDs, tapes and computers were still in boxes. The room full of boxes told the horrendous story of the past 6 months, but he was glad to be home and glad that even though he had lost 6 months of his life to American prisons, he had gained the most precious possessions of his life- Riddhima and Sur.



As Armaan emptied his suitcases, he hung his clothes back in the closet. As he made room for them, he saw a woman's silk blouse hanging between his shirts and blazers. It did not take him long to know who it belonged to. He pulled it out and inhaled her sweet fragrance, "badmaash ladki……apna haq pehle se hi jamaa kar yahan se gayi thi…..bahut khoob lawyer sahiba!" he shut his eyes and kissed the blouse, "ab jaldi se khud bhi yahan aa jao…..want the owner of this blouse in her rightful place as soon as possible."


PART 46:


NEXT MORNING:

Armaan was greeted by everyone as he walked into the dining area for breakfast.


"Goodmorning…goodmorning Armaan!" Shahnawaaz folded his newspaper and welcomed his son, "aaj kitne dino baad hamara saara parivaar ek saath hai….Naina….Armaan ka favorite naashta banaaya aaj?"



"Aap se zyaada mujhey apne bte ki pasand pataa hai," Naina kissed her son's forehead and sat next to him.


"Armaan bhai…..suna hai aap jail se tho choot gaye, lekin umar qaid ki sazaa bhugatne ko tayyar hain?" Muskaan teased him.


"Umar qaid?" Armaan was confused.


"Bhai…..yeh anghoothi aapko jail waalon ne tho di nahin hogi? Ya President Bush ne bheji thi aapke liye…oops humse galti ho gayi…yeh lo ek diamond ring aapke liye," Aaliyah held Armaan's left hand and flashed his engagement ring.



Armaan blushed and stuttered, "wo…wo….Rahul bhai….unka plan tha….main tho aap sabki permission lene hi waala tha…lekin Rahul bhai," he glared at his older brother.




"BAHUT GALAT KAAM KIYA YEH TUMNE ARMAAN!" Shahnawaaz reprimanded him, "zindagi ka itna badaa faisla humein bina bataaye kar liya?"


"Wo abbu….main….wo," Armaan gave Rahul another dirty look, "maafi chaahta hoon aap sab se."


"Maafi? Agar hum manaa kar dete tho kya tu Riddhima se mangni nahin karta?" Naina teased him.


"Ammi….aisi baat nahin hai…..nahin….haan…wo," he was at loss for words.



"Hum nahin maante is mangni ko….aur wo bhi ek Hindu ladki se…aur wo bhi America ki?" Shahnawaaz sipped on his coffee and shook his head.




Armaan turned red at that comment and got up from the table, "yeh aap sab kya keh rahe hain? Main Riddhima se pyaar karta hoon aur wo chaahe Hindu ho ya American…..shaadi tho main usee se karoonga…..mujhey apne parivaar se aisi ummeed nahin thi….jis ladki ne apni jaan par khelkar mujhey azaadi dilwaayi….aap sab uske dharam aur desh dekh rahe hain?" he turned around angrily and was about to leave but stopped when he heard them all laughing and chuckling.




"Armaan bhai….isey kehte hain sachha aashiq….aaiye aaiye…..naashta tho karte jaaiye," Muskaan grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the dining table.




"Mubarak ho sahebzyaade!" Shahnawaaz stood up and hugged Armaan, "agar tu na bhi kehta na, hum zabardasti teri shaadi Riddhima se hi karwaate….aaja…..hum sab mazaak kar rahe the."




Armaan sighed in relief and turned red as everyone congratulated him at making the right choice, "Riddhima bhabhi par tho aap kab se lattoo the bhai…..shukr hai unhone aapko zindagi bhar ki sazaa de hi di…..aur lawyer bhi wo hi hain….ab jab tak wo nahin aapko chudaayengi….aap qaidi hi rahenge," Aaliyah chuckled and teased her brother.



"Aaliyah ki bachhi!" Armaan twisted his sister's ear, "aur wo CBI officer, Shabbir miya ke saath jo roz roz motorcycle par baith kar ghoomti hai….uska kya?"


"Aapko kaise pataa bhai?" Aaliyah was shocked that her little secret was not a secret anymore.


"Arjun miya ke saath poore 24 ghante ka safar kaata hai plane mein…mujhey sab pataa hai…samjhi!" he smacked her head gently.



"Aaj kitne dino baad ghar mein raunak aayi hai," Naina beamed, "waise mangni ka idea mera hi tha Armaan…maine hi Rahul se kaha tha….aur Arjun ne humein photos bhi email kar di thi…bahut pyaari lag rahi thi Riddhima sari mein….aur Sur bhi bahut pyaari bachhi hai."



"Armaan bhai ki kismet mein hi biwi ke saath ek bachhi bhi likhi hai," Muskaan teased him.


"Achha hai shuru se hi aadat rahegi janaab ki," Rahul placed an arm around his wife and chided with Armaan, "sorry Armaan….teri taang kheenche itna time ho gaya tha….bahut mazaa aaya waise."



"Theek hai Rahul bhai….aapka time bhi aayega…dekh loonga aap sabko," Armaan replied.


"Achha Armaan…suna hai tu America move karne ki soch raha hai?" Shahnawaaz asked seriously.


"Jee abbu….wo Riddhima yahan kya karegi? She is a lawyer….has a good job there…..aur mera kaam tho kahin se bhi ho sakta hai….tho iss liye wahin rehne ka faisla kiya hai," Armaan sat next to his dad.


"Haan….lekin…America? Jis desh ne teri itni be izzati ki….tu wapas wahin jaayega?" his dad asked.


"Abbu….Armaan bhai tho ab wohi karenge jo Riddhima bhabhi kahengi….shaadi se pehle hi unke ghulam ban chuke hain wo," Aaliyah teased her brother again.


"Aaliyah….tu bhi na!" Armaan gave her a dirty look.



"Bhai…bhalayi tho isi mein hain…..biwi ke ghulam bankar rahoge tho khush rahoge….dekha nahin main kitna khush rehta hoon," Shahnawaaz gave Naina a mischievous look and laughed.



"Ajee haan! Dekh li aapki ghulami….Armaan beta….tum aur Riddhima wo hi karna jis mein tum dono ki khushi ho…..hum tho chaahenge ki tum shaadi ke baad yahin raho….lekin yeh decision tum dono ka hai….hamara nahin," Naina stroked her son's back.


"Jee ammi," Armaan said obediently.


WASHINGTON D.C: A FEW DAYS LATER

AT THE LAW OFFICE:

"Riddhima! Can you come to my office," Mr Barnes, the senior partner buzzed her on the intercom.


"I'll be right there," Riddhima picked a file of her new case and walked towards the partner's cabin.


"Cmon Riddhima," the senior partner asked her, "sit down dear."


Riddhima was surprised to see all three of the partners there.


"Don't worry Riddhima," Mr Barnes smiled, "we all just wanted to commend you on the Armaan Mallikcase…..we have all decided to promote you to a Junior Partner status….that is unprecedented in our firm…..but we feel you deserve the promotion…..this would put you on a fast track to becoming a partner at the firm one day."



Riddhima was speechless; she had always dreamt of becoming a partner at a prestigious firm like theirs. She could see her dreams coming true, and that too so soon, at such a young age, "I am overwhelmed gentlemen," she was in a daze, "I appreciate your gesture."




"You deserve it Riddhima," Gary smiled, "in my long career, I have only seen a handful of lawyers as passionate as you are…..you have a bright future ahead of you."




"Thanks for everything," Riddhima thanked them graciously and left for her cabin. As she walked back, a number of conflicting thoughts invaded her mind, "why do I not feel that elated? I should be rejoicing at this news…..but why does it make me sad instead? I cannot celebrate my success at the expense of Armaan's pain and his humiliation."




That evening, when she reached home, Sur was busy coloring her new work book while Padma was on the phone.



"Hi beta…how was your day?" Riddhima hugged Sur, "where is naani?"


"She is talking to naani-maasi in India," Sur answered.


Riddhima walked towards Padma's room; she wanted to tell her about her promotion, but also discuss with her mom why she was not as excited about it as much as she should.



"Haan Naina….tum sab se mile kitne saal ho gaye," a tearful Padma spoke to her sister, "Harshini ke saath bahut bura hua….bechari 2 saal ke bacche ke saath kaise zindagi guzaaregi?...haan…..bhagwaan ki marzi ke aage hum kya kar sakte hain? Mann karta hai tum sab ke saath thoda waqt guzaar sakoon………ab Riddhima ki shaadi mein tum sab se mulaqat hogi…..haan behen…..bahut yaad aate hain sab……chal main phone rakhti hoon…..bahut bill aayega nahin tho……jijajee ko pranaam kehna….namaste."


"Mom….what happened to Harshini?" Riddhima asked as Padma hung up.


A startled Gaytri looked up and wiped her tears, 'arre tu? Kab aayi?"


"Abhi aayi…..aap Naina maasi se kya baat kar rahi thi?"



"Beta yaad hai Harshini ki abhi 3 saal pehle hi tho shaadi huyi thi……uske pati ki 6 mahine pehle accident mein death ho gayi…bechari itni kum umar mein vidhwaa ban gayi."


"Mom….how come you never told me before?" Riddhima was shocked at the news.


"Tu apne case mein hi itni busy thi….tujhey kya bataati?" Padma answered.


"Poor Harshini….I remember seeing her wedding photos….so she has a 2 year old son?" Riddhima asked.




"Haan….bechari ke sasural waale bhi usey pareshaan karte hain…..kehte hain ki wo apne pati ko khaa gayi….socho kya beet rahi hogi uspar….naina ki bhi tabiyat theek nahin rehti….hamare poore parivaar ko jaise kisi ki nazar lag gayi ho," Padma lamented.




Riddhima did not have the heart to tell her mom about her promotion when there were bigger issues in life. As it is, she was not too ecstatic about her promotion, but now the news felt even more trivial to her. She looked at her mom and thought, "mom has always been there for me….through every crisis and happiness in my life…..she has never done anything for herself…..she can't even be with her family when they need her…..it almost seems she is wedded to her daughter and her granddaughter at this age…..at an age when she should be free to do what she wants…..when she wants…..and where she wants…..have I been selfish with her all these years? Sur ko tho unhone hi paala hai…..she has given me the freedom to pursue my dreams….I owe all my success to her…..what have I ever done for her?" she walked back to Sur as she reflected on her mom's life.



"Mom…I want to talk to abbu…please….can we call him now?" Sur begged.


Riddhima smiled and picked Sur, "chalo….let's call him," and walked to her room. More than any other news, a phone call with Armaan was the one thing she really looked forward to everyday.


"Hi abbu…it's me Sur!"


"Hi beta….how are you?" Armaan stretched and got up; it was still early morning in Mumbai and what better way to wake up than a call from his family in the US?


"Good! Aapne promise kiya tha aap mere liye nayi poem likhoge….please sunaayie na," she whined.


"Arre baap re…tum tho apni mom se bhi zyaada order deti ho," Armaan chuckled, "OK…I will write the poem today….and then call you before you go to bed….can I talk to mom?"


"Bye abbu….mmmwaaah," she blew a kiss on the phone and handed the phone to Riddhima.



"Hmmm…..so are you missing some clothes from your wardrobe?" he drawled seductively.


Riddhima chuckled as she remembered her pink blouse she had purposely left hanging in his closet, "not really…..I left that one for you….just so that you won't miss me," she twirled the cord of her phone and lay on her bed.


"Main kyun miss karne laga tumhein? Are you someone special?" he leaned back on his pillow and grinned.



"Special tho hoon…aakhir tum jaise insaan se jo pyaar kiya hai."


"Meri line mujhpar hi use kar rahi ho?"


She laughed, "How is my magic bed handling you?"


'YOUR magic bed?" he was surprised, "kuch din mere bedroom mein rehkar….bed par bhi haq jamaa liya tumney? You American girls are very chaaloo!"



"We have to be chaaloo…warna tum jaise desi aashiq zindagi bhar pyaase hi reh jaate," she teased him.


"I miss you…..kab aa rahi ho?" he rolled over and whispered huskily.


"Tum kaho tho abhi aa jaaun?"


"Yeah right! Jhoothi kahin ki! And congratulations…..on your new promotion," he said


"How did you know?" she sat up


"Kyun tum nahin bataaogi tho kya mujhey pataa nahin chalega?"


"I haven't told anyone yet," she said


"Gary called me….we had to settle some accounts regarding the case….he gave me the good news…..mujhey khushi hai ki main tumhari success ka ek ehem hissa ban saka."



"Armaan…..any success which is a result of your pain is not worth it for me….I really don't care about the promotion….it really does not mean anything to me."



"I hope I mean something to you," he chuckled, "aisa nahin kehte….I am very happy for you…..you deserved it Riddhima….now we have a lot to celebrate when you get here…I am counting the days," he got up and marked an X across the date on the calendar, "mmm…..14 more days to go…..14 din….14 raat….ab kaise katenge yeh pal tere bina?"


"Aise nahin….gaakar bolo," she drawled


"Yes ma'am…."


"Teri yaad" by Adnan sami

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ul_ILKJyglI

[Jab chandani badhkar
Raaton per chaati hai >2
Teri yaaad aise mein
Dil ko tadpati hai
Teri yaaad aaati hai
[Kisse o bahroon ke
Beete nazaon ke>2
Phir ga ke sunati hai
Aur humko rulati hai
Teri yaaad aaati hai
[Itna to batoo kya
Yehi chandani jaakar>2
Koi khwaab jagati hai
Tumko bhi satti hai
Teri yaaad aaati hai
[Jab chandani badhkar
Raaton per chaati hai >2
Teri yaaad aise mein
Dil ko tadpati hai
Teri yaaad aaati hai
Jab yaad meri tumko
Har waqt rulaye to
Har saaans judai ki
Muskil ho jaye to
Phir bhool ke sab baatein
Mere paas aajana
Aur tod ke sab naate
Mere Paas aajana
Phir laut ke mat jana
[Jab chandani badhkar
Raaton per chaati hai >2
Teri yaaad aise mein
Dil ko tadpati hai
Teri yaaad aaati hai
Kisse o bahroon ke
Beete nazaon ke
Phir ga ke sunati hai
Aur humko rulati hai
Teri yaaad aaati hai 2
Teri yaad 2
Teri yaaad aaati hai 5



"Mom…why are you crying?" Sur found a tearful Riddhima with the phone on her shoulder. Sur grabbed the phone, 'abbu…why are you making mom cry?"


"Oh..sorry Sur….I didn't mean to…I was just singing a song for her," Armaan apologized.

"That's not fair! How about my poem? And make sure it is not sad!" Sur stomped her foot.

"Yes ma'am!" he chuckled, "what a possessive daughter…just like her mom…lekin pehle yeh batao….window ke bahar kya dikha raha hai tumhein? "

Sur peeped out, "Hmm….trees….cars…"


"Nahin wahan nahin…aasmaan mein….in the sky," he said

"Moon," she answered

"Yaani….chaand…is that right?"

"chandaa mama!" she said gleefully, "nani told me the chandaa mama story."

"OK then….ab meri Chanda mama ki poem suno….," he recited:

(original poem by Kavita)

chanda mama mujhe bataao,
raat ko kyon tum aate ho?
aur savere jagti hun jab,
kahan pe tum kho jaate ho?

gudiya, raat ko tumse milne,
pyaari pariyan aati hain,
magar dekh ke ghana andhera,
aane se ghabraati hain.

to mein karke zara ujaalaa,
unko raah dikhata hun,
tum meethe sapne bunti ho,
mein dekh tumhe muskaataa hun.

aur savere, jab thak kar
pariyan apne ghar jaati hain,
mein batti band kar deta hun,
mujhko bhi neend aa jaati hai.


"One more abbu!" Sur exclaimed.

Armaan obliged her with one poem after another till she fell asleep in Riddhima's arms, still holding onto the phone snugly.

Later that night, Riddhima got out of bed, turned the lamp on and sat at her desk. She buried her head in her palms and waited for her computer to boot.

Armaan's song echoed in her mind as she waited….



Phir bhool ke sab baatein
Mere paas aajana
Aur tod ke sab naate
Mere Paas aajana
Phir laut ke mat jana……phir laut ke mat jaana…..phir laut ke mat jaana…..


Once the screen was up, she took a deep breath and typed a letter which would change the course of their lives forever….

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PART 47:


MUMBAI: ARJUN'S APARTMENT


"Abbu…ammi…mere room ka color please pink karwaaiye na," Suhaana requested and whined at the same time.


"Pink?" Arohi was shocked, "beta pink tho bahut bright ho jaayega."


"Pink hi hoga!" Arjun picked Suhaana in his arms and kissed her, "hamari princess ko pink chaahiye tho pink hi hoga! Aur Suhaana se bright koi color thode hi hoga…kyun?"



"High five abbu!" Suhaana was thrilled and stuck her thumb out at her mom, 'dekha ammi….abbu meri har baat maante hain….aap ki tarah nahin."


"abbu tumhein bilkul bigaad denge!" Arohi scolded her, "Arjun…kuch tho strict ho iske saath…warna bahut badmaash ho jaayegi yeh."


"Ho jaane do badmaash….seedha saadha hone ka kya faayeda…haina princess?" he returned her high five.


"Aur kya? Seedha saadha hone ka koi faayeda nahin hai," Suhaana laughed and shook her head.


"Achha aap log jaaiye yahan se….main painters ke saath khud nibat loongi," Arohi pushed them out, "aap loh help kum, kaam zyaada badhaa rahe hain."


"Arohi itni tension kyun le rahi ho jaan? Ghar tho nikaah ke baad bhi sanwar sakta hai….abhi se yeh sab kyun kar rahi ho?" Arjun asked. Arohi had taken upon herself to decorate and get his place ready before the wedding. She had put her heart and soul into getting her little nest ready. This was going to be the one place she could call her own. Her parents had betrayed her trust and at this point in her life, she could not foresee any reconciliation with them whatsoever. The Mallik's had been kind and generous, but there was always a little hesitation from her side, especially since her parent's reality had been revealed. Arjun's place was the only place which felt like her own, a place she felt she belonged to completely.



"Kyunki, allah jaanta hai ki shaadi ke baad aap mujhey yeh sab shayad na karne dein," Arohi shrugged her shoulders.



"Yeh baat tho bilkul sach kahi tumnein jaan," Arjun whispered, "waise chaaho tho abhi bhi busy rakh sakta hoon tumhein."




"Rehne do!" she dug her elbow into his chest and pushed him away, "ek baar galti karke kitne saal tadapna padhaa….ab nikaah ke baad hi busy hona," she blushed slightly.




"Tauba tauba…..is pyaari si bachhi ko aap galti kehti hain?" Arjun pinched Suhaana's cheeks and then walked out with her, "chaliye princess sahiba….ice cream khaane chalte hain….yahan aapki ammi ka paara kuch zyaada ho raha hai….thoda dil ko sukoon chaahiye….thandi thandi ice cream hi sahi."




"I love you abbu! Chocolate ice cream khaane chalein? Aur Armaan chachu ko bhi le chalein?" she asked excitedly.



"Good idea," Arjun walked out and dialed Armaan's number.


TWO WEEKS LATER: WASHINGTON AIRPORT


"Riddhima…yeh kaun sa kaam aa gaya tujhey? Hamare saath hi India chalti tho kitna achha hota," Padma lamented.


"Yes Riddhima….what's up? Can you finish this stuff after coming back from India? We are just going for 2 weeks," Nishant asked.



'Mom…please come with us!" Sur pleaded.


"Mom….Nishant…beta….it is very urgent….i have to finish this last hearing….i will join you guys in a few days…promise…..and then maybe we can stay a little longer afterwards," Riddhima explained.



"Bahut ajeeb lag raha hai tere bina Mumbai jaana….aakhir tere hone waale sasuraal waalon se bhi milna hai…..tere bina kaise milenge?" Padma asked




"Mom….Armaan will take care of you…..you know him well…wo tho ajnabee nahin hai na?" Riddhima reassured her.



"Usey pataa hai ki tu nahin aa rahi abhi?" Padma asked


"I haven't had a chance to call him yet," she sighed.


"Abbu will be sad if you don't come with us mom," Sur said glumly.


Riddhima knelt down and caressed Sur's cheeks, "beta…it's just a matter of few days….I will be there before you even realize it….looks like they are announcing boarding for your flight….Ok guys…I will see you in Mumbai in a few days….and mom….here hold this," she gave Padma and envelope, "read it on the plane….not before…Ok mom?"


"Kya hai yeh?" her mom was puzzled.


"padh lena…sab pataa chal jaayega," she squeezed the envelope into Padma's hands and the hugged everyone goodbye.


Riddhima left the airport and headed for the bank. She had 3 days to finish all the pending work before she could leave for India too……


ON THE PLANE:


Padma put her reading glasses on and opened the envelope. She pulled out the letter and read:


Mom,


You will wonder, why I wrote this letter to you when I could have just talked to you in person. Well, as you probably know, I am not the best in expressing my feelings to anyone face to face.


I wanted you to know that how much you mean to me and Sur. I might have never expressed it, but you are not only my mom, but also my role model. I hope one day, I would be able to do for Sur, what you have done for me as my mom. I know, a child can never pay back what their parents have done for them, but the least I can do at this stage of our lives, is to give you all the happiness you deserve.



I have purchased a flat next to Naina maasi's and would love it if you could move in there once we all move to India. Yes, you read that right- MOVE TO INDIA. It has not been an easy decision for me, but I think it is the right one for all of us. You have always wanted to move back to India, since the day you landed in the US. I remember the numerous arguments you and dad had about moving back. Dad wanted us all to live in the US as he wanted a better life for all of us. I am sure, if dad were here with us today, he would have chosen to move back with you at this stage of your lives.



Naina maasi has all the paperwork for the new flat. She and maasaji are very excited about having you as their neighbor.



Another reason, which has prompted me to move, has been my love for Armaan. I know, he would happily leave his family behind to be with us in the US. That day, when he departed for India, I was very disappointed with the American security system. Despite being acquitted by the courts here, his name and identity still attracts close scrutiny and interrogation by the authorities. As if, he had not been humiliated before, that incident at the security was the last straw. I would hate to see him being humiliated time and again for no fault of his.



I have resigned from my firm a few days ago but still have a lot of loose ends to tie. That's why I was forced to stay back. All our stuff will be shipped tomorrow to Baroda at our new home.



I am sure you are wondering what I would do in India once I am married. I would be able to practice law after I have completed a few courses specific to the Indian Law and taken the Indian Bar exam. Arjun is planning to start his own law firm in Mumbai and so yes, I have a job waiting for me even before I land in India! I would hate to see all your and dad's investment into my Law education go waste, and besides I love my profession.



I am grateful to this country for making me who I am, giving me an opportunity to pursue my dreams, giving me some of my best friends in life. Even though, I will move to India, a part of me will still be American. I would always remember the US very fondly as it was my first home and as you know, it is very hard to forget your home. Just like, after all these years, India is still your home, US would still be my home away from my new home in India.



Please do me a favor- don't tell Armaan or anyone else about my plan yet. I really want to surprise them. I want to see the expression on his face when he finds out the truth. So, please, please…..keep this a secret!




Mom, I hope you agree with my decision. I am sure I have made the right choice because for a change, this decision has been made by my heart rather than my mind……


Nange Pairo Pe Angaro?Chalti Rahi
Haaye Chalti Rahi?
Lagta Hai Ke Gairo Mein?Palti Rahi Haaye?
Le Chal Wahan Jo?Mulk Tera Hai?
Jahil Zamana?Dushman Mera Hai
Haaye……..



Padma folded the letter and wiped her tears. She was proud of her little daughter. She had certainly grown up a lot in these past years……more than she had ever expected.


Enjoy this song as the flight to India zooms in the skies over the Atlantic. This is one of my favorite songs and I still get all teary whenever I hear this song….

"yeh jo des hai tera" from 'swades'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vm3SponmvDw (wonderful AK mix by ashu on same song although more Armaan centric)



(Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara€
Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta) -2

Mitti ki jo khushboo, tu kaise bhoolaayega
Tu chaahe kahin jaaye, tu laut ke aayega
Nayi nayi raahon mein, dabi dabi aahon mein
Khoye khoye dilse tere, koyi ye kahega
Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara
Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta

(Hmm€hmm€hmm€hmm€hmm€)
Tujhse zindagi, hai ye keh rahi
Sab toh paa liya, ab hai kya kami
Yun toh saare sukh hai barse
Par door tu hai apne gharse
Aa laut chal tu ab diwaane
Jahaan koyi toh tujhe apna maane
Awaaz de tujhe bulaane, wahi des
Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara
Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta
(Hmm€hmm€hmm€hmm€hmm€)

Ye pal hai wahi, jis mein hai chhupi
Koyi ek sadi, saari zindagi
Tu na poochh raaste mein kaahe
Aaye hain is tarha do raahein
Tu hi toh hai raah jo sujhaaye
Tu hi toh hai ab jo ye bataaye
Chaahe toh kis disha mein jaaye wahi des
Ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukaara
Ye woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta
Hmm€hmm€hmm€


BACK IN MUMBAI:



Armaan had not slept the night before his guests were arriving from the US. The Mallik's had a wonderful outhouse to room all their guests and were going to host Riddhima's family and Nishant there. Armaan made sure all the rooms had been cleaned thoroughly and decorated to Riddhima's taste. He had a florist deliver beautiful flowers for all the rooms. He pulled out Riddhima's painting from the basement and after giving it the necessary touches, placed it in her room. He was anxious to see the expression on her face when she walked into the room.


As Armaan waited anxiously, he listened to this song by Ustad Rashid Mallik from Jab we met: aaoge jab tum saajna….

http://www.musicplug.in/songs.php?movieid=29611



aaoge jab tum o saajana - 2
angana phool khilenge
barsega saawan, barsega saawan jhoom jhoomke
do dil aise milenge
aaoge jab tum o saajana, angana phool khilenge

naina tere kajraare hai, naino pe hum dil haare hai
anjaane hi tere naino ne waade kiye kayi saare hai
saanson ki lay madham chalein, tose gaye
(barasega saawan - 2) jhoom jhoomke, do dil aise milenge
aaoge jab tum ho saajana, angana phool khilenge

chanda ko taaku raaton mein, hai zindagi tere haanthon mein
palkon pe jhilmil taarein hain, aana bhari barsaaton mein
sapnon ka jahaan, hoga kela kela
(barasega saawan - 2) jhoom jhoomke, do dil aise milenge

(sargam)
angana phool khilenge - 2 (sargam)




Armaan waited outside the airport. He dreamt of Riddhima walking out of the airport…..she would run to him as soon as she saw him there….he would shower her with his kisses…..and then carry her into the car…..he came out of his trance with a jerk- Oh Oh…phir baaki family members ka kya hoga? Sirf Riddhima thode hi aa rahi hai….aur log bhi tho hain.


As he shook his head to get back into reality, he finally spotted Sur in Nishant's arms.



"ABBU!" she yelled and got off Nishant's arms. She ran to her dad and hugged him as he lifted her in his arms. Armaan bowed down to touch Padma's feet and then shook hands with Nishant, "Hi Alex," he shook his hands too. His eyes wandered for the one person he really wanted to see, "mom….where is?"



"Usey kuch kaam tha….3 din baad aa jaayegi," Padma smiled.


"Teen din baad?" his face fell in dismay.


"Sorry Armaan….you have a busy fiance….better get used to it," Nishant teased him.


"But she never told me," Armaan was a little irate.


"Wo aisi hi hai," Padma tried her best to suppress her laughter. She felt sorry for Armaan and really wanted to tell him the truth but she remembered Riddhima's letter and how she wanted to be the one to give him the news.




Armaan sighed in disappointment, "theek hai mom….pyaar kiya hai tho nibhaana tho padhega hi….let's go Sur….we will spend some quality time instead."



They drove off to the Mallik residence silently.


PART 48:


"Where are we going Nani…..tell me….tell me," Sur pestered her grandma as they drove off towards the Mallik residence.


"Beta…we are going to meet your abbu's family," Nishant answered, "your dadi…dada….tauji…..bua….and lot's of other people."


"Are they all grownups?" Sur questioned, "no kids?"



"Yes beta…..remember Rahul uncle? He has a son…..his name is Farhan," Armaan leaned back and answered.


"A boy? How old is he?" Sur turned up her nose at the thought of another boy to play with.


"He is seven…just like Alex," Armaan smiled.


"Yipee!" Alex jumped with joy, "2 boys and 1 girl," he teased Sur.


"Well Sur….there is another naughty girl like you….remember Arjun uncle? His daughter- Suhaana," Armaan answered.


"Suhaana? But I thought she is your daughter abbu? You said that in your book," Sur was confused.



"Nahin beta…..tumhare abbu Suhaana ke chacha hain…beti tho tum ho," Padma tried to clarify. Sur rolled her eyes and gasped, "Oh Geez! All these relations! I can't remember them….I am so confused!" and leaned back on the seat.




Armaan saw her through his rear view mirror and shook his head, "lagta hai maa ke genes koot koot kar bhare hain…..kuch mujhey hi karna padhega."




AT THE MALLIK's RESIDENCE:



The ever so hospitable Mallik family greeted their guests with usual zeal and fervor. Naina and Shahnawaaz Mallik made sure Padma was received in the most generous manner.



"Aaiye aaiye behenji! Hum kab se aap ki raah dekh rahe the…..kab se intezaar tha ki us bahadur bachhi ki maa se zaroor milein jisne Riddhima jaisi beti ko janam diya hai," Naina hugged Padma warmly.


It did not take long for the whole Mallik khaandan to embrace the strangers and make them feel at home. Padma was reassured that Riddhima had made the right decision by choosing Armaan as her partner; his family would make the nicest in-laws, especially for an Independent girl, born and brought up in the US. Padma recalled how her grandmother in Gujarat would always warn them about staying away from Muslims; not eat food cooked by them and not enter their homes. She was proud that her daughter had proved her ancestors wrong- perhaps there were some advantages of raising kids abroad-they were definitely more broad minded and less prejudiced about religion and social differences than some people who grew up in their native countries.


Sur and Suhaana hit it off from the word go. Alex was pleased to at last find a boy of his own age with whom he could play with cars, guns and superheroes. Suhaana took Sur to her bedroom upstairs, "pata hai Sur….yeh bedroom mera hai…..lekin jab abbu aur ammi ki shaadi ho jaayegi….tab main doosre ghar mein chali jaaoongi."




"Tumhare abbu aur ammi ki bhi shaadi ho rahi hai?" Sur asked innocently, "meri mom aur abbu ki bhi ho rahi hai…..America mein mere saare friends hanste the."



"Kyun hanste the?" Suhaana asked



"Wo kehte the ki shaadi ke baad bachhe hote hain," Sur made a matter of fact statement.


"Haan….mere school mein bhi bachhe aisa hi kehte hain…..lekin meri ammi kehti hain ki sab ki baaton mein na aaya karo…..log tho aiwainyee bak bak karte hain," Suhaana bobbed her head.



"Aiwainyee? What's that?" Sur asked as she had never heard that word before.


"Aiwainyee nahin pata?" Suhaana was surprised and then thought hard, "ammi hamesha bolti hain…..lekin…..lekin….mujhey bhi nahin pata uska matlab."




The girls giggled and yelled, "AIWAINYEE!" and saw Armaan and Arohi at the door chuckling at their own daughters.



The girls ran into their respective parent's arms, "AMMI! ABBU!"



"Lagta hai tum dono kaafi dhamaal machaaogi yahan," Armaan pinched Sur's cheeks.



"Ammi…..kya Sur mere room mein reh sakti hai? Please please ammi," Suhaana begged.



"Haan….aur Alex mere saath rahega…please," Farhan pleaded with Muskaan, who was standing behind Arohi.



"Theek hai baba…..sab bachhe yahin rahenge…..aunty, Nishant aur Riddhima outhouse mein reh lenge," Muskaan relented.



"YAY!!!!!" all the kids jumped in joy.


"You mean aunty and Nishant," Armaan said angrily.



"Kyun Armaan bhai….shaadi se pehle hi Riddhima ko apne room ke chaabhi deni hai kya?" Muskaan teased him.



Armaan turned red at that comment, "jee nahin Muskaan bhabhi! Mera aisa KO-OIII iraada nahin hai…..rahegi tho tab na jab aane ka naam lengi wo!"



"Arre Armaan….kuch kaam mein phans gayi hogi…aa jaayegi kuch dini mein," Arohi teased him.



"Haan Armaan bhai…..ab tho aadat banaani padhegi aapko……ya allah…..ek American pari jo haath lagi hai aapke…….aur wo bhi ek professional lawyer……hai…hai….ab tho zindagi bhar ka intezaar likha hai aapki kismat mein," Aaliyah joined them in pulling her brother's leg.



Padma had told everyone, including Nishant about Riddhima's plan but forbidden them to say anything to the kids and Armaan. As one can imagine, all the adults would have a field day teasing Armaan for the next 3 days.



"Main hi kyun intezaar karoon uska…..usey bhi tho meri kadar karni chaahiye," Armaan folded his arms irately.



"Armaan bhai…..wo mauka aap kho chuke hain…..shuru se aap hi uski timaardaari karte aaye hain…..ab bhala wo kyun karne lagi?" Muskaan giggled, "ab bas zindagi bhar apni joru ki ghulami karte rahiyega…use mein aapki khushi hai."




"Bilkul bhai…..humein tho Muskaan ne pakka kar diya hai apna ghulam banaakar….ab Armaan tumhari baari hai," Rahul joined them as they all laughed at Armaan's expense.



"Excuse me!" Armaan looked away, "I have some work," and walked to his room. The chuckles and the giggles did not die down as he shut his door in anger.



He picked up his mobile and dialed her number.


A sleepy Riddhima picked the phone, "Hel-lo," she yawned, "Armaan? Hi! Sab pahunch gaye? Main in logon ka phone ka intezaar karte karte so hi gayi thi….how's everyone?"


"Aapki meherbaani hai….sab first class hain!" he replied sardonically.



"Are you upset?" she asked and turned her night lamp on, "I am sorry…..I did not tell you I was not coming."



"Main hota hi kaun hoon tumhara? Of course, I am always an afterthought…..isn't it? Armaan ka kya hai….wo kabhie bura nahin maanega! I can come and go from his life as and when I please….isn't that the truth?" Armaan scoffed.




Riddhima tried to suppress her laughter and thanked her mom silently for not spilling the beans yet, "itna gussa? Abhi se itna ladh loge tho shaadi ke baad kya karoge?"



"You find this funny…huh?" he clenched his teeth angrily and asked.



"It's kinda cute!" she chuckled.


"I am sorry to say, but it ISN'T CUTE! It's not funny either ma'am….just because you are a hot shot lawyer….you think you can treat your loved ones as your clients?" he sneered.



"Well," she rolled her open hair on her finger and smiled, "actually I treat my clients better…..I have never stood them up."




"Theek hai lawyer sahiba! Aap apne clients mein mashroof rahiye….Sur and I are JUST FINE without you!" he was about to hang up when Riddhima pleaded, "Don't hang up the phone….please….mazaa aa raha hai tumhari pyaar bhai daant khaane mein."



"Yeah right! I will give you till the moonrise of Friday evening…..if you don't show up by then….then…then," he paused.



"Then?" she asked


"Then I will stop writing any poetry or songs for you!" he said authoritatively.




"Please aisa ghazab mat karna…..the only reason I am marrying you is for your poetry and songs…..tum meri itni taareef karte ho ki mujhey lagta hain jaise main koi celebrity hoon….please don't stop praising me," she bit her lower lip to not let out her chuckle.



"You are so SPOILT! Sirf apne baare mein sochti ho…..kabhie mere baare mein bhi socha hai? Kabhie mere liye pyaar ke do shabd bolein hain tumne?...uh…may be except in court," he added.



"Wo tho drama tha Armaan…..karna padhta hai…warna jury tumhein maaf nahin karti shayad," she rolled her tongue mischievously.



"Galti meri hai jo ek American pari ke chakkar mein aa gaya…..well…..it's still not too late….I can always back out….remember FRIDAY by MOONRISE!" he said.


"Isn't Friday the sangeet for Arjun and Arohi?" she asked.


"Yes it is," he replied curtly.



"You know my flight does not get in till midnight or so…..how can I be there by moonrise?" she asked but at the same time logged on to the homepage of the airline she was scheduled to fly, mentally making notes on how to fulfill his wish.


"FRIDAY MOONRISE…THAT'S IT! TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT!" he said loudly and hung up.


"Phew!" Riddhima stared at her phone after he hung up, "looks like his typical male desi genes are beginning to show," she smiled and checked her current booking online.



The next few days went by in a jiffy. Armaan, Arjun, Nishant and Aaliyah took it upon themselves to entertain all the 4 kids. They visited the museums, the beach and amusement parks like Essel Park and Fantasy land. Thanks to their doting dads, Sur and Suhaana had no restrictions on their bedtime, their meals, their TV watching. They were on a looong vacation with no nagging moms to interfere.




Arohi was busy with the preparations for the wedding. Her mom had heard about the wedding and really wanted to attend the ceremony. Adi Hassan had been imprisoned for 2 years for aiding the terrorists. His punishment had been reduced as he gave important clues to the Indian and American governments about the Malaysia based terror cell.



"Nahin ammi….aap ko koi haq nahin hai is pak rasam mein dakhal andaazi karne ki…..aap ke liye aapki badi beti mar chuki hai," Arohi said tearfully on the phone. Her younger sisters were of course present for all the ceremonies and helped with the preparation of the wedding.




Hinna, Ranbir, their kids, Peter and Lisa had all arrived the day before the sangeet ceremony too. They were all unaware of Riddhima's plan too.



"Jab yeh gore log bhi time se pahunch sakte hain…tho yeh hamari American desi ladki ki kya problem hai? Abhi se India aane ke nakhre kar rahi hai……kahin aisa naa ho, shaadi ke baad mujhey bhi India na aane de…..dekhta hoon kaise rokti hai mujhey……chaahe kuch bhi ho jaaye, main saal mein 2 baar India aaoonga…..waise bhi America mein rakha hi kya hai? Agar koi aur ladki hoti tho shayad mere pyaar mein India hi settle ho jaati……lekin meri rani sahiba tho bilkul anokhi hain na!" he thought angrily as he helped in putting up decorations for the next day's sangeet ceremony.



FRIDAY EVENING:


The Mallik residence had been decorated with lights and flowers everywhere. Arjun and Arohi's sangeet ceremony was the talk of the town. Shabbir and Mazhar arrived early and took care of any security issues which might arise due to the recent publicity the Mallik family had attained thanks to Armaan's case.




Shabbir and Aaliya exchanged secret glances as Shabbir gave instructions to the security personnel in plain clothes.



"Aahaa!" Armaan slapped Shabbir's back, "bahar ke choron se kya darr jab ghar par hi ek chor maujood hai."



A startled Shabbir turned red, "arre Armaan? Nice to meet you….main aapki baat samjha nahin."



"CBI officer hote huye itna nahin samajh sake? I thought you guys are smart," Armaan teased him and glanced at his blushing sister behind a pillar.




"Hamari behen ko humse chura liya hai…aur phir kehte hain main samjha nahin….kyun Shabbir miya…aap kahen tho lage haathon aap dono ka nikaah bhi karwaa dein?" Armaan teased the two lovers.




"Inka nikaah ho na ho….maulwee jee se tumhara aur Riddhima ka nikaah karne ki baat zaroor soch raha hoon," Rahul joined them




"Mera? Nahin bhai….I am having second thoughts about marriage right now," Armaan glanced at the clock and outside the window. It was beginning to get a little dark, but there were no signs or messages from Riddhima regarding her arrival time.




"Haan tabhie teri nigaahen darwaaze par tiki hain…ki koi aur khubsoorat haseena wahan se aa jaye tho tu usey pasand kar le…haina?" Rahul grinned. Shabbir and Aaliyah joined in and Armaan found himself the target of teasing relatives once again.




Armaan, dressed in a white kurta pajama, a red scarf around his neck looked like an Indian prince that evening. Alas, his princess was still nowhere to be found in the crowded living room at their house.



Arjun wore a black sherwani while Arohi looked elegant in a green lehnga-choli. The kids were all dressed in beautiful hand tailored Indian outfits too. The girls ran all over with their lehngas pulled up and did not heed to any advice from the elders, 'Arre Suhaana….Sur…..ruk jao….gir jaaogi!" Padma yelled to no avail.




Armaan stood upstairs near a window and watched the living room fill with streams of guests. He noticed Naina maasi, maasaji, Harshini and her little kid walk in too. He was about to go down and greet them, when he saw a flicker of the moon behind the clouds from the upstairs window. His heart sank as he was hoping against hope that Riddhima would manage to surprise him. The moon hid behind the clouds again as Armaan crossed his fingers, "jab tak badal ke peeche ho…..main nahin manta ki chaand nikal aaya hai."



"Armaan miya….ek gaana ho jaaye!" someone shouted from below.


"Haan haan Armaan beta…..please ek gaana sunao, " Naina requested from below.



Armaan started humming this beautiful song from "Saawariya"- "yoon shabnami"


Please enjoy this wonderful VM on ZK by Muniza:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLeiA5pNe0A


(yuun shabnami pehle nahi thi chaandani
chaand woh bharma gaya, tujhko dekha toh sharma gaya
woh churaane laga hai nazar) - 2
yuun shabnami...


As soon as he paused with the music, he saw the moon peeping from behind the clouds. He did not want to believe his eyes and looked away from the window. She could not disappoint him once again, but to his surprise, THERE SHE WAS…….dressed in a beautiful red lehnga choli, hair left loose….just as beautiful as the first night when he had spotted her in Hinna's kitchen.



He stood at the top of the stairs and pointed towards his 'chaand' at the doorway…….



dekho chaand aaya, chaand nazar aaya - 3
aaya aaya aaya chaand aaya sharmaaya
haanji aaya aaya aaya sharmaaya
tu bhi aaja saawariya
aaya aaya aaya dekho chaand nazar woh aaya
dekho chaand nazar dekho dekho ji chaand nazar woh aaya
sharmaaya aaya aaya aaya chaand aaya sharmaaya



He walked down and saw her mingle with the crowd, while exchanging glances with him. She gave him mischievous smiles, to which he frowned and pretended to look away but in no time would turn around again and walk in her direction.



dheere dheere aake hawa gungunaake har khabar de tumhaari
kaisa yeh nasha hai, nazar mein ghula hai har ghadi hai khumaari
nashe mein kadam mere udhar kabhi idhar, gumsum nazar jaayein kidhar
kho gaye tujhme hum iss kadar
yuun shabnami pehle nahi thi chaandani - 2
chaand woh bharma gaya, tujhko dekha toh sharma gaya
woh churaane laga hai nazar
yuun shabnami...



Finally, as his song ended, they were face to face with each other. The guests cheered and applauded Armaan's performance. They were lost in an eye-lock and oblivious of the crowds around them. Her eyes asked for apology and his feigned anger, but deep down they both knew that there was just a sea of love behind them.


"Dekho Armaan bhai ka chaand aakhir aa hi gaya!" Aaliyah commented as Riddhima and Armaan both stopped staring at each other and blushed.


Edited by moonkmh.... - 11 years ago
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