part 15 :
After a good night's rest and
probing Muskaan about how she
could have picked the best friend of
my mortal enemy, I welcome the new
day. I wake up quite late in the
afternoon, I knew I should have set
the alarm! Anyways I make my way
towards Muskaan's room so that we
could head over to the beauty
parlor. Muskaan quickly opens the
door, throwing her arms around me.
She grins happily, "Thank god you're
here! Now we can go to the beauty
parlor!" I roll my eyes
unenthusiastically, "Yipee!" She
dismisses my sarcasm and ushers me
towards the elevator.
We arrive at the beauty parlor and
they do a manicure, pedicure, and
style our hair. Muskaan's hair is in
an eloquent bun, while mine is in
beautiful loose curls. We both make
our way home hours later and
change into our clothes. Muskaan
wears an olive green lengha with a
wide neck and deep back. I too wear
an olive green lengha, but it has a
halter neck and strings ties exposing
my back. There is very light
embroidery on our clothing, making
it perfect for tonight's mehendi.
We arrive at the hall, quickly making
our way towards the stage. Muskaan
takes her seat and then is
surrounded by a bunch of women. I
laugh looking at Muskaan's helpless
face and turn my head to scan the
crowd. Just then, Armaan walks
through the door with Rahul trailing
hesitantly behind. They are both
wearing black sherwani's with light
work on them. The boys head over
towards the rest of the men to
converse. Muskaan and Rahul stare
at each other, completely lost. I
smile looking at the two, and sadly
look over towards Armaan. He must
have felt my gaze because seconds
later, he was looking back at me. His
mouth drops a bit, as he notices
how great I look.
I turn away from him and notice the
mehendi designers by Muskaan. I
always did love putting on mehendi.
That's something that didn't change
in these eight years. Anyways I give
them my hands and let them make a
beautiful intricate design. I get a bit
bored so my eyes start to wander
around the hall. I feel a gaze, but I
can't seem to figure out who it is.
Well that is until I catch sight of
Armaan looking at me so lovingly. I
turn away to smirk at his
expressions. It is apparent he has
fallen for me, in the short time he
has known me. I have seen enough
to know it's not just lust anymore.
There is no hunger in his eyes, just
desire, the desire to be with me.
I gaze into my hands, seeing the
mehendi has dried a bit. There is a
K on both palms of my hand. K for
Riddhima of course. Just then
Muskaan says, "Riddhima let me see
your mehendi." I show her my hands
and then look at hers. Rahul's name
is secretively hidden in her palm
and it is adorable at how Muskaan
gazes at him name. I wish I had
someone to love me as much as
Rahul loves Muskaan. And no the
love of Armaan Mallik does not
count!
Armaan and Rahul quickly make
their way towards Muskaan and me.
Rahul looks at Muskaan's hands
affectionately, while Armaan glances
over at me. He sits next to me,
whispering in my ear, "I bet her
mehendi will come out really dark.
Muskaan and Rahul are so cute
together" I look towards them and
nod. He looks towards me and
whispers, "Your mehendi looks nice!
I bet it will come out dark too!" He
winks, while I roll my eyes at him
causing him to chuckle. He looks at
my hands and grins, "How come
there are two K's on your palms?
OH! I get it Riddhima Mallik right?
Riddhima darling that wasn't very
subtle of you!" He puts his arm
around my shoulder, which I shake
off angrily. The stupid jerk! How dare
he suggest Riddhima Mallik! Over my
dead body, that name will never
exist!
I walk away angrily from him, into
the bathroom. The anger is obvious
from my face, but I can't let my
anger get the best of me anymore.
I'm suppose to be blushing like a
freaking tomato, but instead I'm
reddening in anger! I have got to
stop over reacting, but it just really
hurt hearing that name 'Riddhima
Mallik'! I had wanted to be Riddhima
Mallik that is until he broke my
heart! He never gave me a real
chance and it hurt! It hurt because
he didn't care! Oh God I'm getting
all worked up again!
Suddenly there is tapping on the
door, so I awkwardly turn the knob
making sure that my mehendi is
completely dry. I find Muskaan on
the other side with a worried
expression. She asks, "What
happened Riddhima?" I harshly
whisper, "He called me Riddhima
Mallik! That the K's on my hands
stand for Riddhima ******* Mallik!"
Muskaan says trying to calm down
my anger, "I'm sure he was joking
Riddhima…" I reply hurt, "That's just
it Muski, he was joking! Everything is
a bloody joke to him!" Muskaan gives
me a hug and softly says, "I'm sorry
Riddhima! It's not fair you have to
relive your pain! You have to be
strong or else you will never be able
to win, okay sweety just don't let
him get to you?" I just nod and
follow her out the door. At least
someone truly looks out for me.
We go back into the hall and Armaan
comes back to bother me. Oh that's
just what I need, another encounter!
I give him the biggest yet fakest
smile I can muster up before
greeting, "Hey!" He smiles, "Did I
tell you how stunning you look
tonight?" I comically start to ponder
and get him to chuckle. He pulls me
a bit closer murmuring against my
cheek, "You look stunning tonight!" I
widely grin, "I know." He snorts,
"You're too much, you know that?"
This time it's my turn to snort, while
replying, "You're one too talk mister!
I'm sure you would have started
fishing for compliments any second
now!" He laughs, "You know me so
well…" I got the feeling he really
meant it, but it is true. I know him
well enough to carry out my sweet
revenge.
*********
part 16:
The following day is the Sangeet,
meaning the whole song and dance
sequences will be a must. Now you
all know in the past I was a very
traditional girl, Armaan changed
most of that. I modernized myself so
that no one else would be able to
take advantage of my nave and
innocent behavior. Some things
about me haven't changed, but I
have sheltered those desires deep
within my heart. I'm talking about
my love for music and dancing. I am
very much into dancing, so
Muskaan's wedding is an excuse to
showcase my talent. I kind of don't
like to dance in public though.
Muskaan basically had to beg me to
even consider dancing in front of
such a grand scale audience. I
reluctantly agree seeing as how she
made me feel like a rotten friend for
not dancing at her wedding.
We dress up quite similarly, her
wearing a light blue and royal blue
lengha with heavy embroidery and
me with my pink and maroon
lengha. Both our hair is styled in
loose curls with side fringes. When
we make our way to the hall, where
we spot Armaan and Rahul laughing
amongst themselves. Rahul is
wearing a black suit with a royal
blue shirt, similar to color of
Muskaan's clothes. My eyes scan
over Armaan's black suit with a silky
maroon shirt. I look down at my own
clothes and then back at him,
mumbling, "Crap…" We just have to
match right? I groan as Armaan
smirks looking at my clothing, yet
completely awed by the sight. He
makes his way towards me with that
stupid smirk still playing upon his
lips. He taps my shoulder and I
reluctantly turn around as he says,
"Well, don't we look like a couple!" I
suppress the urge to yell, "THERE IS
NO WE AND WE ARE DEFINITELY NOT
A COUPLE" with great difficulty by
biting on my lip harshly. I just nod
and excuse myself from his
presence. As I walk towards Muskaan
and Rahul I can sense Armaan
staring as I walk away from him. I
turn to glance at him and he laughs
as he looks back at me with
amusement. He smirks and then
goes to the center of the stage as
the music plays Heyy Babyy from the
movie Heyy Babyy.
As I reach Muskaan and Rahul, I
keep my back turned away
from Armaan. And then I hear him
sing…
Ishq mohabbat pyaar ki baatein
bekaar ki baatein
jhoothe hai saare vaadein
rasmein na jaane
kasmein na maane
karein woh jo thaane
hum to bigde sehjaade
hey babyy je lene de is pal ko
hey babyy kal ki sochenge kal ko
hey babyy je lene de is pal ko
hey babyy kal ki sochenge kal ko
I turn as I hear him sing about love.
I see a bunch of girls
surrounding Armaan. As the words
escape his mouth, my own
anger is rising. I feel reminded
about my past feelings for him.
I shake my head to dismiss those
thoughts. In a way he is right
love is useless, it only caused me
pain and heartache.
Just look at where I am today, so
caught up in getting revenge
that I have forgotten how to live. I
roll my eyes at his pathetic
attempts to stir up jealousy within
me. He starts twirling and swirling
the
throngs of girls around him, while
keeping his eyes fixated on me.
aaja yahan
mere sang aake zara jhoom le
jaanejaan
yun na jala
hoothon se hoothon ko zara choom
le jaanejaan
ho……armaano ki in raaton mein
aag lagi hai mere jazbaaton mein
mujhko naa aise tadpaa
ishq mohabbat pyaar ki baatein
bekaar ki baatein
jhoothe hai saare vaadein
rasmein na jaane
kasmein na maane
karein woh jo thaane
hum to bigde sehjaade
hey babyy je lene de is pal ko
hey babyy kal ki sochenge kal ko
hey babyy je lene de is pal ko
hey babyy kal ki sochenge kal ko
He starts signaling me to join the
tramps that are all over him.
I'M NOT HIS GROUPIE!!! He comes
towards me kisses my cheek.
My hand itches to make contact with
his cheek. He trails his finger
down my arm before returning to his
fan following. He starts
dancing with the girls, taking turns
to dance with each one.
His eyes continue to glance towards
me in efforts to notice my
disposition. He frowns slightly
noticing my bored look. I start
yawning,
which he finds comical and I'm sure
he believes it's
my way of trying to hide my jealousy.
kisko pata
jaane dhal jaaye kab jawaaniyon ka
nasha
chal dilruba
le le dono milke zindaganiyon ka
mazaa
ho……madhoshi mein kho jaane de
hota hai jo bhi yara ho jane de
doori rahe naa darmiyaan
ishq mohabbat pyaar ki baatein
bekaar ki baatein
jhoothe hai saare vaadein
rasmein na jaane
kasmein na maane
karein woh jo thaane
hum to bigde sehjaade
hey babyy je lene de is pal ko
hey babyy kal ki sochenge kal ko
hey babyy je lene de is pal ko
hey babyy kal ki sochenge kal ko
He pulls me close to him, while I
push him away with
a warning look. He laughs and
continues to dance with his
groupies. Seriously, these girls have
bad taste! Okay, so that's a
lie because I'll admit he is swoon
worthy, but as a human being…
well that's an entirely different
story. I have a feeling he
didn't mean one word in the song
though.
He's probably trying to convince
himself he believes the
same ideology as the song
expresses. It's because his eyes
strangely
enough convey another message to
me.
As soon as the song ends, Armaan
walks over to join us with a superior
gloating look. I roll my eyes at his
huge ego. He says aiming the
question at me mostly, "Did you like
my performance?" I snort, "What
performance? You call that a
performance? You were just groping
the entire female population in this
room!" He smirks, "Jealous?" I
suppress making gagging noises… I
think that would be hard to explain
as to why I'm gagging, don't you?
Instead, I reply arrogantly, "Pfft yeah
right! A monkey could have done
better!" Before Armaan can retort
Muskaan whines, "Riddhima dance
for me please! You promised! You're
too good of a dancer not to dance
on my sangeet, so go dance right
now!" Armaan looks towards me with
that challenging look in his eye. He
grins, "You're a good dancer huh?" I
arrogantly nod while he leans in and
whispers in my ear, "Prove it!" I
groan because he's always asking me
to prove stuff! I am about to decline,
but I don't want to give him the
satisfaction of thinking he is better
than me so he follows me to the
middle of the hall as the song plays,
Naughty Naughty from the movie
Cash.
Armaan starts coming after me,
while he sings…
Aye chori zara nach ke dekha
Zara thumka laga
Zara nach ke dekha
Aye chori zara nach ke dekha
Zara thumka laga
Zara nach ke dekha
So basically he starts chasing me
around, everywhere I turn
there he is waiting expectantly for
me to start dancing.
He bumps his hip against mine,
which causes me to loose
my balance and stumble forward.
He start dancing in front of me,
only to mock me as a challenge. He
so underestimates me!
Naughty naughty si fiza hai
Haule haule se dil mein
Chali koi hawa hai
Sapne sapne yeh dua hai
Roko roko yeh mujhko
Na jane kya hua hai
I turn towards him and then turn on
my seductive nature,
which leaves him a little shocked. I
guess he didn't think I would
comply so quickly with his ridiculous
demands of dancing.
My finger trails his face, then
leading down the side of his neck,
making him gasp in excitement. I
practically whisper the words to
the song in that sexy phone voice
type of way, arousing him a bit.
I don't think even Armaan knows
what I am doing,
but he of all people would definitely
doesn't seem to mind.
Stupid boys, it's really too easy!
You 'n' me will we
Meant to be
Main tera tu meri destiny
He snaps out of his trance and puts
his arm around my shoulder,
while I try not to shrug it off. I roll
my eyes at his corniness.
Destiny, HELL NO! I for one am not
destined to be with him and
he will know that soon enough! He
grabs hold of my hand
pulling me closer
Chodo na choda na baahein
Marodo na hojaungi mein khafa
He turns be around so that my hand
is behind my back, causing
me a little discomfort. I decide to
seduce him into letting go
of my captured hand.
Sainya sainya Sehari
Lagen hai mohe sexy
Chain mere dil ka chura gaya
I tell him exactly what he wants to
hear. He smirks listening to me,
loosening his hold on my poor hand.
Sainya sainya Sehari
Love the way u touch me
Tujoko dil mein basa gaya
I sway in his arms, as they wander. I
contain myself from kneeing
his family jewels because of his
wandering hands.
I continue to tell him what he
wants to hear hoping this moron
will let go of his hold on me.
Aye chori ..zara nazar milana
zara nach ke dekha ..zara nazar
churana..
Zara thumka laga..mere jazbaaton ki
Zara nach ke dekha ..zara kadar
deekhana
Aye chori ..zara nazar milana
zara nach ke dekha ..zara nazar
churana..
Zara thumka laga..mere jazbaaton ki
Zara nach ke dekha ..zara kadar
deekhana
He twirls me out of his grasp and
starts dancing around me.
He bumps his hip against mine
again and again I practically
go off flying. He really needs to stop
doing that or I'm going
to fall flat on my ***! We dance
throughout the song with me
eventually proving my point that I'm
a tremendous dancer.
I have to stifle my annoyance from
him throughout the entire song.
It's not an easy task, but I somehow
manage.
Soon after the song and
dance, Armaan starts to compliment
me. More like he slips up because I
don't think he had any intention to
make his feelings about my
performance known. I just can't
seem to wait until it's time to leave
because I won't have to see his face
until tomorrow at the wedding.
Muskaan and Rahul seem to like our
performance… THEY BETTER HAVE
LIKED IT BECAUSE I DIDN'T PUT UP
WITH ARMAAN'S ANTICS FOR
NOTHING! Soon enough it's time to
leave and I can barely contain my
happiness. Armaan whispers, "Good
night", while leaving the hall and I
just watch him walk through the
door looking so happy. I've never
seen him like this before and I
almost feel guilty for what I'm
doing…almost.
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