Armaan was lying down on his bed staring up at the ceiling pointlessly. It had been an hour since he returned from Riddhima’s house at sharp mid-night. And sleep was evading him completely. How could he put through in words, the torture he was enduring? Every touch of hers sent the blood pumping around his body ten times faster!
And every time he saw the depth of pain in her eyes, his heart burned to give her back that one smile that was wiped away from her face, for which he held himself responsible for. Feeling water droplets fall on arms that were behind his head, he realized that he was crying. Armaan Mallik was crying for a girl! And not even once or twice. For two whole months! Every second away from her was tormenting him. He remembered how he used to stand by the window in his sky high apartment in Australia, looking for the moon, just to get that similar feel of Riddhima as he used to get back in Mumbai. But the moon there was empty. It didn’t have his ‘Basket’ in it. He went back to how suffocated he felt in Australia. Heart screaming with anguish, he suddenly got up from up from his bed, thinking he would surely die if he reminisced his moments in Melbourne. But he had to get used to it. After all, he was going there for good now wasn’t he? Shutting his eyes tight, he remembered the pain he had seen in her eyes, when they were all leaving. How didn’t the others notice it?! Surely they must have done something to cheer her up? Surely Sid had made her smile sometime while he was here?!
