Her mother praised Armaan as she looked at him, then her daughter. Armaan could not bring his voice out of his throat as he stared ahead at the figure that stood rigid behind Muskaan’s parents. Riddhima was shocked to the core at what she had just seen and heard. Armaan and Muskaan? What the hell was happening?
“Ridzy…” Anjali saw her and called her over. Riddhima on the other hand still couldn’t remove her eyes from Armaan’s. What was happening?
The rest heard her, and looked to where Anjali was looking at. Sure enough, Riddhima was there in her jeans and t-shirt, with a few files in her hand, staring at Armaan. Armaan had suddenly become numb and couldn’t help but gaze back at her, forgetting everything around him.
“Ridzy, tum hospital mein? How are you feeling? And your ankle?” Riddhima came out of her trance, and replied to Anjali,
“I’m fine Di, don’t worry.” She gave her a half hearted smile and went to Muskaan’s parents, wishing them a good morning.
“Riddhima bitya! Kaisi ho?” Muskaan’s Mum asked, framing her face with her hand.