Friday, 30 December 2016

part 3 : Meri pahli khataa

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It had been some days since the tragic incident. Riddhima had pulled herself together somehow, for the sake of her family. Reporters were always outside their door waiting to get a glimpse of Riddhima for streaming hot news.


Anjali: RIdzzyy tujhe kuch yaad hai wo kesa dikhta tha.. the police wants to know...
Riddhima: Wo .. tall, masculine... light beard.. monstrous, heartless...

With this a fresh pair of tears formed in riddhima's eyes.

Anjali: okya.. okay.. I am gonna go get car keys ... bohat din ho gaye tumhe bahir nikle huey .. some fresh air would help...
Riddhima: aur wo reporters...
Anjali: ridzy.. u need to come out sooner or later...
Riddhima: hmm...
Anjali: yelo... tum ye magazine prho tb tk... lemme just go tell dad and mom...

Riddhima started flipping through the pages of the magazine which was of no interest to her. But something caught her attention. She flipped some pages back and found what had grabbed her attention. It was that man. The picture of the person who had ruined her life. "10 most eligible bachelors of India" the heading read.

Riddhima: Armaan Malik... son of Balwinder Malik business tycoon of India....

Just then Anjali comes in and drags riddhima along with her. As soon as they step out of the main door of the house they are stopped by the reporters.

Reporter: Riddhima ji... kya aap janti hain ke wo kon tha jisne aapke sath ye sab kuch kia...
Anjali: We don't now let us go...
Riddhima: no di... mein janti hun wo kon tha...
Reporter: kon tha wo?
Riddhima: Armaan Malik... son of Balwinder Malik....

Reporter turned around towards the camera.

Reporter: Riddhima gupta ne apne rape case ka ilzam mashhoor business tycoon Balwinder Malik ke bete Armaan malik par lagaya hai.... Kya ye ilzam sach hai? janne ke liye dekhte rahiye Sach News.

Malik Penthouse

Kunj turned off the T.v after hearing the news of riddhima spilling Armaan's name.

He moved towards Armaan's room. He knocked it several times before Armaan finally came out with his shirt open and hair messed up.

Armaan: kya hai? Dekh nhi raha mein busy hun.. us larki pr se drugs ka asar jald hi khatam ho jayega...

Kunj looked past Armaan and saw a girl tied to the bed who was making some effort even after being durgged by Armaan to break free.

Kunj: Sir.. wo larki.. riddhima.. i mean.. wo jisko ap kuch din pehle yahan laye the uski marzi ke bina...
Armaan: KUnj.. me har doosre din yahan kisi na kisi larki ko uski marzi ke bagher lata hun.. get to the point...
Kunj: Sir un me se ek larki ne apka naam press ke samne le liya hai...
Armaan: whatt...

Armaan rushed to the living room. He turned on the T.v and realized that all the news channels were showing the same story.

Armaan: Shittt... I knew she should have been drugged or something.... I need to get out of here...
Kunj: but sir wo larki jo apke room me...
Armaan: leave her somewhere on the road i don't care...

Armaan rushed out of the house.

Kunj, although been told otherwise, managed to drop the girl outside her house somehow.

Malik House

Armaan entered and was received by a tight slap on his cheek.

Armaan: mom.. what are u doing...
Ananya: tumne kya kiya hi.... ek larki ki zindagi barbaad krdi hai...
Armaan: mom please stop overreacting... theese type of girls die to be with me... and baad me scenes create krti hain... just to get some attention...
Billy: Sharam ati hai tumhe apna beta kehte huey Armaan...
Armaan: Dad please...
Billy: please? Armaan u ruined my reputation... aur hmari company ne abhi abhi mr.Sharma ke sath deal final ki thi... do you know wo log deal cancel krna chahte hain iss sab ki waja se...
Armaan: It's a pity dad... even now all u care about is your darned deal...
Billy: at least me kisi cheez ki to care krta hun.. tum to kisi ki bhi care nahi krte... na meri... na apni mom ki... na hmari izzat ki... kisi k nhaii..
Armaan: that is right dad... so don't waste your time on this...

Saying this Armaan rushed to his room.

To be Continued

#muskaan

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