Tuesday, 13 March 2018

Part 9 : YOU INSIDE ME (AR)

There was some time ago, lived a boy who worked as a carpenter…he makes many beautiful and interesting things from woods…he was very gifted with designing, crafting and painting…but he was also a poor boy…he never got to sell his works with high payment…at that time, carpenter was very unpopular…and so he never complained…he was a very good young boy…decent and good looking…" Ridhima's grandpa started to tell his stories…with his every words, the images of that young boy formed in Ridhima's eyes…a boy that looked exactly like Armaan…perhaps…
"In that very same village too, lived a rich family…they owned the big inn, chalets and motels for tourists to stay whenever they came to the beach nearby the village…the family had a very beautiful daughter…but she was also an arrogant girl…she was so beautiful, rich and prefect…every guys would begged for her to just smiled at them…but one day, she met the poor boy down at the beach…he was selling his latest souvenirs for the tourists…but he never looked at her…not even one even when she stopped by to buy his souvenirs…" he continued his stories…Armaan can pictures that girl very well…he grinned a bit at it…



"And so, the boy caught her attention…she told the boy to come to her house…she asked the boy to make her doll…a doll who is like her…represent her…the boy said he cannot do it…he was no good in crafting a thing that he can't imagined…and the girl laughed…she said the boy was lying…who couldn't imagined a beautiful girl like her??? And she called him Pinocchio, for Pinocchio was made from woods and definitely a very bad liar…the boy said he wasn't lying at all…he just didn't dare to have imagination on a girl like her…who was so different from him…upper class than him…and from that time, the two of them fall deeply in love with each others…"…Ridhima looked at Armaan…their eyes met…it was just like them now…Armaann didn't dare to love Ridhima for he is an idol…he cannot fall in love with her, nor did admitted it…

"But their love met many obstacles…it was painful to see them fighting with the fate that kept separating them…but their love was strong…and they made a vow…to be together forever…even if they were apart…they will met again, be together again, even when hundreds years passed, they will recognized each others again…for death also cannot set them apart…their vows was sealed with a pair of rings made by the boy himself…but, sometime even when you tried to run away from your fate, what was destined for you will never leave you…soon after they vowed, the girl fall ill…in fact, very ill, she was dying from days to days…" said Mr gupta…he had walked up to the door now, looking far for something ridhima and Armaan couldn't see…but inside their head, they could see the couple vowing, the rings hidden in a chest, the small cottage and the dying girl…

"The girl moved to stay with the boy in his small cottage…she decided to leave her house when her parents arranged her wedding with another boy…she could no longer able to stand a minute away from her man…and so they lived together…they hid their rings well inside a chest…the chest then was buried…no one knew where it was…the girl was dying and each days passed as a slow motion for them…counting the days, hours for them to be together…the boy decided to marry her…but her parents disapproved it…and so, he gave her his mother ring…as an engagement ring…she was very happy with it…the girl who was so arrogant once had became a very lovely lady when she fall in love with the carpenter boy…" Ridhima's grandpa let out a laugh…he sat back at his chair…Armaan and Ridhima  held their breath…it suited with their dreams well…

"But everything changed after that…the girl died…a day after she had her wedding ring…the boy didn't cried at all…he just wanted to remember the good things he had shared with her…" the old man ended his stories…then, he sighed, smiling at Armaann and Ridhima…

"What happened to the boy???" asked Armaan when he knew what the answered might be…

"Nobody know…only heaven know…some said, he killed himself…some said, he died some months later after the girl…" he answered him and Armaan nodded…the same ending in his dreams…

"I wondered dadaji…how did you knew about this stories??? It can't be the story happened during your time right???" asked Ridhima…she glanced at Armaann and he stared back at her…she got a point there…

"Oh, no…you see the stories happened in this village itself…like some kind of our village's legends…the cottage where the couple lived was said to be on the hill behind our house…in that small village up there…and the doll…was said to be still inside the house…" the old man said…this time, he glanced at Armaan…he stared at him like he had just saw him and remembered something about him…

"What did you say your name just now boy???" suddenly he asked Armaan in a serious tone…Armaan gulped…had this had anything to do with the stories???

"Armaan Malik…" Armaan replied back in a small voice, looking at Ridhima who had now raised one of her eyebrows in confusion…

"Hmm…one thing I had remembered now, the boy in that stories was rumored to be called Amar…and your name is Armaan…how close your name to him," the old man said and he started humming a song…Armaann looked at Ridhima…on her face, he caught the same shocked expressions that had struck on his face too…it can't be??? Was Armaan somehow related to Amar???

"Em, grandpa…Mr Gupta??? Do you know the girl name??? The one in the stories???" Armaann asked, his voice shook a little…Ridhima looked at her grandfather in an eager expression…

"Ah…well that is the matter…nobody know what is her name…only her family name was known…and that was ….Sharma…" said the old man…Ridhima pulled Armaan up from the floor…they had to discuss this matter…this shocking news they had heard…

"Grandpa, I think that's all for today…we are kind of tired so, can we just leave??? You needed some rest too," said ridhima in a very fast way…any delaying on talking with Armaan will kill her immediately…her grandpa nodded…and so Arman and Ridzi walked out from his house, straight to the beach…

"Do you believe that the stories really happened here??? Does it really exist???" asked Ridhima to Armaan when they had sat on the beachside…Armaan pulled out his shoes and started playing his feet with the sand, clearly deep in thought… Ridhima watched him while waiting for him to answer…

"I don't know…but I guess, Sharma…hmm…that name clicked some buttons in my head…" Armaan answered her after some time… Ridhima looked at him in surprise…

"You know…Sharma is really just a surname…it can be anyone name…like Kapoor…like Kumar…just an ordinary surname…" Ridhima told him…she can't find anything special about this name that could possibly related to her like Armaan related to Amar…

"Hmm…I guess we need their help now…my Arashi boys…" said Armaan, still deep in thought… Ridhima nodded…

"What do we do now???" Ridhima asked him…they were walking to Ridhima's house…they planned to go back straight to Mumdai…they needed to talk with Arashi…needed them to help them…

"We talk to them first about the stories…then, we will try to find out about this Sharma family…" Armaan told Ridhima his plan… Ridhima nodded a bit…then, she looked at Armaan with big wide eyes…

"What now???" asked Armaan, alerted when he saw Ridhima's action…

"There must be hundreds of names…hundreds of families…" Ridhima said, sighing…Armaan realized this matter too…he grabbed Ridhima's shoulder and hold her closer to him… Ridhima looked up at him…

"I know…but this is the only plan I could think of now…maybe the others had a better idea then…" said Armaan, looking back into her eyes… Ridhima smiled a bit…somehow, she felt safe in Armaan's arms…and they walked back in silent after that…

"Why did you two have to be so hurry in going back to Mumbai???" asked Ridhima's father, feeling unhappy when Armaan told him they had to go back to Mumbai immediately… Ridhima had gone upstairs to pack her things and Armaan's…her mother was busying herself with some foods she wanted Armaan and Ridhima to bring back to Mumbai…

"I'm so sorry uncle…but I got an urgent call telling me I needed to go to some interviews tomorrow morning…so, I need to go back now," Armaan replied him…he had just got used to this two lovely parents of Ridhima and now, he too feeling a bit reluctant to go back…

"Will you drop back again some day???" asked Mr Gupta…he liked Armaan…this boy was so polite to him…he had a mental nagging feeling inside him telling him that Armaan is a suitable guy to be with his daughter…even though he likes Ridhima's steady boyfriend too, that is Shan…Shah

"I will…I like to be here…the beach looks so welcoming and I hadn't got a chance to even put a toe inside the sea…" Armaan joked…Mr Gupta laughed out loud…Armaan laughed along with him…

"What is the thing that is so funny that you two laughing about???" asked Ridhima, appearing with her mother…her mother shook her head and made her way to her husband…he whispered something to her and the two of them laughed…

"Now that is annoying…am I the only one who is not allowed to know what is going on here???" asked Ridhima again, annoyed with Armaan and her parents…Armaan grinned…

"Nothing, my dear…don't be pathetic…" answered her mother… Ridhima groaned and moved to the door, getting to the car…Armaan got up and followed her…so do her parents…

"Good day to you, drive carefully okay???" said Mrs Gupta to Armaan while kissing Ridhima goodbye on the cheeks... Ridhima  nodded, still annoyed with her parents…Armaan smiled and they took off…

"What???" asked Armaan innocently when Ridhima gave him a sharp look…

"What had you done with my parents??? Why are they so attached to you???" asked Ridhima in an annoyed tone…Armaann grinned evilly…

"I told you…I'm irresistible…" Armaan answered her, grinning more widely… Ridhima rolled her eyes and said something like 'mental'…Armaan laughed…

"How do you feel???" Armaan asked her after he had managed to stop laughing…

"Irritated," Ridhima replied him and she smacked Armaan's arms…he laughed… Ridhima had turned sulky and she stayed quiet while Armaan drove all the way to Mumbai

Heaven

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