Saturday, 20 July 2019

Part 7: How to Kill your Husband

It was night time when riddhima walked back in the house. It'd been a busy day but finally everything sorted to atleast give Padma a bail. She's been on her toes all day and now she was starving. Beside a packet of crisp and a cupcake, she didn't eat anything, okay maybe a small cup of Starbucks Iced Coffee Blend to cool off in one of those hot summer days. But beside that her stomach was dying for some food. She made her way to the open kitchen of the house and switched on the light. Before she could make pot noodles (aur kuch to banana aata nahi madam ko), someone closed her eyes from behind and she let out a shriek.

part 5 & 6: look what you done to me(AR FF)

Part 5

ridz raced down the hallway, precariously balancing her five textbooks. She was going to be so late! muskaan had kept her up most of the night asking for more details about her and armaan 's 'relationship'. If you could call it a relationship, she thought almost bitterly. After much interrogation by muskaan  and angie, ridz had finally come to terms with the butterflies in her stomach that conveniently appeared whenever armaan was around.

She liked him.

ridz knew that armaan was just there for the baby. Nothing else. Besides, it wasn't like she was anything good anyway. She wasn't pretty, she wasn't popular, she wasn't anything. She was used to that. Her heart feeling heavier than it used to, ridz sped round a corner, clearing her head of all armaan thoughts and hurried to class. Too bad she didn't see the person in front of her.

Chapter 16: Obsessed...

Rahim was one of those faithful employee on whom Arman could have blind faith – Rahim's Father was a loyal Private agent – and now, after Rahim's father Retirement, Rahim took over his over though at the start Arman really didn't trusted him but gradually when Malik emperor was building up Rahim had put of his efforts in what ever he was required with out thinking twice about his own life.

From that end Rahim became one of those trust worthy person whom Arman can leave everything and die peacefully. He knew Rahim could not be sold off – Arman Just knew it Rahim would not stab him for Money or no matter what.... Smiling at their plan – they shared a wine.

Friday, 19 July 2019

part 3 & 4: look what you done to me(AR FF)

ridz let out a small moan as she slowly opened her eyes. The sun momentarily blinded her vision. Where was she? What happened to her? Scrunching her nose, she tried to recall what had happened before she fainted. A gasp escaped from her lips as her memories rushing to her. Eating with muskaan and angie. A shooting pain in her stomach. Someone catching her before she fell. Her baby. She sat up immediately, panic rising. ridz began to scramble out of the hospital bed when something caught her eye.

Someone was sleeping on the chair beside her.


Part 6: How to Kill your Husband

Be careful what you wish for. The little warning she'd learned to listen to and followed religiously dulled to a whisper, then faded completely.

One night. Her choice. Her decision.

Stepping out of his arms, she shrugged out of her rain coat, let it fall to the floor. "You. Here. Now."

If it were possible, his eyes darkened further, but he didn't move except to let his arms drop to his sides "Are you sure? Because I don't know if I can stop if-"

Chapter 15: Obsessed...

Media – Reporter, Press – All over Gupta house. Almost trying to jump over the long steel gate and get in...but couldn't high security was called and they covered almost whole house... though it was not the Headline new – but it was one of it ! They tried to speak to one of the members but none came out …
Reporter's tried all their mighty but failed to get any new.....Every now and then People get kidnapped and so was Riddima. But the question is why she? Her family is not one of those rich bagged families – her father worked in Sanjeevani as Dean, nothing else – he didn't owned Sanjeevani... he was just An Employee in other words Head of Other Employee's but that means he was an Employee too.

Her Mother – a simple Gynecologist... Big deal, there are many like her – her sister and herself a simple Interns in Sanjeevani ! They were Just Intern... they didn't get briefcase filled up with money ! They just got a palm full of money every month ! One thing was sure she wasn't kidnapped due to money... least if she was – the family must have got a call from the kidnappers for a whole sum !

Thursday, 18 July 2019

Part 5: How to Kill your Husband

Riddhima was getting ready in afternoon when Armaan came to the room wearing a grey 3 piece suit which looked like it was especially tailor made for him, which probably was considering armaan's bank balance! His hair was spiked with little gel giving him windswept look, oh about looking delicious. Riddhima could even smell his fresh shampoo scent which smelt a little minty- which actually perks up your morning and along with that there were notes of a fairly earthy smell- a hint of lavender and citrus. Damn it when did I do PHD on men's shampoo? Riddhima thought bewilderedly and to her utter horror she could even recognise armaan's cologne smell which reminded her some dark forest. Eeekkk stop it riddhima! Block your nose, you are officially loosing it!

part 2 : look what you done to me(AR FF)

ridz played with her salad as she stared off into space. angie and muskaan raised their eyebrows, before waving their hands in front of her face. ridz barely noticed. angie sighed, before throwing a heated glare in the direction of armaan and his new tramp of the day, who were lounging under the oak trees around twenty yards away from them. muskaan shook her head disgustedly. She turned to face ridz, her eyes flashing worriedly. ridz offered a small smile, and continued to pick at her food.
"You know, pregnant women should be eating a lot more than usual. I mean, you are eating for two" angie remarked, popping a grape into her mouth.

AR one shot : .materialistic love

...Armaan Malik,"the" Armaan Malik has practically dug his own grave and could see no way out...the whole world seemingly a rattrap,had sucked out his enthusiasm for life's  little gifts,and eclipsed by the lust for power and fame,he had lost his soul,his love...his  ridhima.......and now,he's been  arrested....


The clocked chimmed away,but ridhima remained fixed to the sofa,oblivious of every thing else....

She knew there was no way ,she could have changed the happenings,but still her guilt over powered the she was sobbing away in an unknown city,with a man who's a complete stranger to her....who could have thought that life could play such cruel games with

Chapter 14: Obsessed...

Pacing in his room – he got all more worried, this media will create a hell drama... he knew this – he had to stop this before this lead to any trouble in their relation – he was ready for any nonsense, regarding Riddimaa – he Loved her, and didn't wanted to loose her due to any knucklehead person !

He saw his room's door opening up, "Should we Come in?" He smiled seeing two heads peeping in. "Off course !" Arman replied "Arman, look its ok – we knew you would take this media issue a bit high !" Sujhal commented sitting on the bed along with Kashish, who remained quite for a while

"She didn't wanted media in this Sujhal ! What if, her parents found out?" Arman told one of his worries regarding their relation "Oh tou her parents does not know and you both are roaming around like secret couple ehh? Like teenage people! Interesting – what else have you two done – except sneaking around..!" Kashish commented, pulling her legs up on bed... excitedly.

Wednesday, 17 July 2019

Part 4: How to Kill your Husband

The newlyweds reach armaan's house which is now riddhima's house as well and click open the car door.

"Hey wifey what if someone asks you about your bruise? What are you planning to say?" Armaan asks casually while taking riddhima's suitcase from the boot.

"keh dungi mere pati ne muj par haat utha ya jab mein use thandi chai di" riddhima chuckles seeing Armaan's shocked expression.

"Haha wifey very funny...NOT. Man sort your sense of humour, it's getting worse and worse by the day" Armaan replies back with a tight smile and throws riddhima's suitcase near her feet. "Not your servant you know, don't expect all those gentlemanly stuff from me." He smirks at now her shocked expression and heads towards his door. Riddhima huffs and carry her bag following in armaan's wake.

part 1 : look what you done to me(AR FF)

She could feel the blood rushing to her head.
She felt dizzy, light-headed.

She felt like she was going to throw up.

riddihma closed her eyes as she felt the burning sensation rise up her throat. Taking in quick gulps of air, she pushed her desk away from her and rushed out of the classroom. She could feel the eyes of her fellow classmates following her as she hurried down the hallway and into the bathroom. All of her classmates were watching, whispering.

Except him.

Chapter 13: Obsessed...

One hours passed out every one wished Riddimaa Birthday.... and so did Arman, they all settled around Riddimaa's room when Arman got fussed up... "Yrr … Me and Riddimaa will come back in a min.." Arman got up and took hold of the Riddimaa, who settled a bit away from him "Kahan?" Atul teased "Terrace par..!" Arman commented in the same tone "Kyun?" Muksan stopped them "Kyun kya Kyun? She is MY Girl friend – I want to wish her in a different way – aur haan please tum sab bhola matt bano ! I know how – all of you are, always smooching each other – kuch tou sharam karo … we are newly couple – we need more time !" Arman blasted over them with frustrated look

"Arman ! Shut up !" Riddimaa pushed him and walked up to Anjali with a shock look "What yrrr !" he whined and went back to his place, unwillingly... he kept on passing flying kisses to Riddimaa from far – making her go red, every time he use to do that – she would glare at him... "Riddima take him with you to the terrace before – he annoys us more through his flying kisses...!" Anjali commented, annoyingly. "Chaloo... Terrace pa..!" she spoke sarcastically

Tuesday, 16 July 2019

Part 3: How to Kill your Husband

"If you were my husband, I would poison your tea"

"If you were my wife, I would drink it"

Riddhima walked down the aisle with the veil partly covering her face. She was one of those few brides who walked down the aisle without their father holding their hand. But here riddhima was proudly walking alone. She could see armaan's back as he was facing the priest. He was wearing a black suit and that was all she could see from where she was coming. As if Armaan felt her coming, he turned around and forgot to breath, there ascending an angel from heaven with a net veil covering her face. Okay seriously what the hell am I thinking? Brrr


"Armaan," The name which is as functional in my life as my heart beat. Through thick and thin, his prescence in my life was always comforting and is still alive, albeit of all that we went through, irrespective of the years which passed by together by each-others side or in forlorn isolation, shieng and shunning pleads of our own insurgent hearts.

 Eyes that had surrendered to his charms, wonderstruck as they had found him on the very initial glance on the stage of our College Fest, dancing to a popular track of dhoom2. There was an instant feeling of attraction I, had sensed in the corner of my credulous heart. His perfect moves, moonwalk style, flips and summersaults did cast a magical spell on me..But his Dimpled smile, and pale skin with those Blue pair of eyes bewitched me, and I felt myself drowning in their deepth since ages. But it never probed further, my mind never let my heart rule. Since my childhood, I had learnt to crown my mind as the ultimate Emperor of my Life, and heart was a mere subordinate minister. Though it is believed that Ministers are the one who actually are the epicentre of Emperors mind..the best example can be Akbar-Birbal..But I never let that thought overpower me.

Chapter 12: Obsessed...

Next Morning.

Sun raised – bird flew up in sky, making a usual squeal of pleasure – Cloud concealing the sun or some time Sun bursting out. Light of Sun – rushing in through many curtains to the rooms, but most of them were closed and the one which was opened was totally annoyed by the light attaching her face. She frowned – turned and twisted at last throwing the blanket off her she smiled fully – as if she had a wishful dream !

"Riddima, Get upp!" Anjali banged her door and went away "Yes Diii – I am up ! Coming down in 30 mins..." she shouted back and jumped of her bed.... "i gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good nite..." she mumbled all the way down to dinning hall … "Good Morning.... Di... Maa and My lovely dad..." Riddima hugged each of them and settled beside Anjali...

Monday, 15 July 2019

Part 2: How to Kill your Husband

Armaan reaches india the following day and looks everywhere with a critical eye.

"home sweet home...NOT" he smirks to himself.

 He sits in the car which came to pick him up and see a young lady sitting in the car, her head buried in the laptop and types with an expert's speed. Armaan looks at her and arches his eyebrows waiting for her to introduce herself.

"the name's riddhima and I am your temporary right hand person. I work for Mr. Mallik and he gave me your responsibility" riddhima said while still working on her laptop.

"hello to you too but just for your information, I am totally capable to take care of myself. And just because you didn't notice yet, am a grown man who don't need babysitting." Armaan  snapped fuming at his dad.


They adamantly filled the whole surrounding, with their roaring, thundererous noise. Father  called for them flickering eyes, through the veil of the ragged dark cloud mother. Running down like a naughty child, from the mother sky giggling, making atmosphere tinkle with it, Rains washed the streets of Mumbai. She stood there in the middle of the Secluded Ally, enjoying this family day out..oops!..night out. The road on the opposite side, which  was just a few while ago, drooping with the force of hundreds of bystanders, and gushing velocity of vehicles, now shown no signs or any clue of it, there was just a dirt pool gawking at this fragile, yet elegant pretty lady, who stood all mighty there, at the core centre of the shrunken road appearing similar to an ally, absolutely undazed by the horrendious torrential deluge around. The approaching shadows of Darkened dusk, along with the already pale sky made it nealy discomforting, for her to concentrate on the street. Try as hard, she couldn't find any destination, or corner to hide herself. This had reluctantly, made her follow the path she was on right now.

Chapter 11: Obsessed...

"you both wait I will go and collect Kashish's dress from the designer ..." Arman parked the car, "Hey Arman – we will come along ! Riddima don't have a dress !" Kashish came out of the car "Aree Nahi – I will tell Di – too bring mine from house" Riddima spoke through window of her side – still sitting in the car

Kashish walked up to her side "Come out" Kashish pointed a finger dragging the finger out – in way to tell her to come out. "No arguments!" Kashish added, strictly. Riddima got scared and came out meekly while Arman suppressed his laugh. "Lets go now !" Kashish pulled Riddima along with her.


Sunday, 14 July 2019

Part 1: How to Kill your Husband

Riddhima lived in a male dominant patriarchal family, she was always brought up with a belief that men was the bread winners of the family so we have to respect them and women- hmm lets see, she did get married to love, hoover and obey right? But riddhima was a different species in the house. She always found it absolutely absurd the way her household worked and for that reason she slowly started opposing the stereotypical ideas. But it wasn't easy, she was always bullied and intimidated into accepting their ways and offcourse at the end of the day, she was a girl in the male dominant, intimidating and highly affluent household.

"If he wants breakfast in bed, tell him to sleep in the kitchen" riddhima barked while hanging the clothes on the washing line.

"kaisi baat kar rahi hai, pata nahi tujh mein itna zeher kyo bhara hai? Hamara kaam hai ghar sambhal na" her aunty explained back but riddhima simply rolled her eyes.

ArSh Os : ek Duje ke Vaste!!!

Kuch pyaar ki daastaon mein aisa bhi hota hai ki pyaar ki emhiyat tab pata chalti hai jab bohut der ho chuki hoti hai……. Lekin iss ki koi aur vajaa bhi ho sakti hai…….. bas vishwaas, samajhdaari, aur pyaar ki zaroorat hai…………. Phir apna past, majbooriyaan aur problems toh kya bhawaan khud bhi in dono ko juda nahi kar saktaaa………. Kyunki pyaar duniyaa pe nahi chalti………… duniyaa pyaar pe chalti hai……….. TOH ………………. Jaa…………………….. JEE LE………………………. Ek duje ke saath ke sahaare……………………. Ek Duje Ke Vaaste………………………..

Saasein kho gayyi hai kiski aahon mein main kho gayyi hoon jaane kiski baahon mein
Manzillon se raahein doondhti chali, main kho gayyi kho gayyi jaane kahin raahon mein…….

Chapter 10: Obsessed...

Evening – 6:00

Feeling the cool whether pass her, she looked at the sun almost going down – and sea having high waves almost hitting rocks and then going back... she looked at the sea with a blank face – no emotion – no thoughts – no Arman in her mind – only she ? She and her loneliness -

every one has some one for herself 'Papa for Mom – Atul For Di.... Rahul For Muskan and Sujhal For Kashish and many more in this world ! Then why not Arman For Riddima?' she thought looking at the sea almost hitting the rock on which she sat and making her legs go a little wet due to high splash of water. Making her blink her eyes as few sparkles flew up to her face 'Only if I had showed some attitude to him – only if I had ignored him, he would have been right behind me but when I wholeheartedly being a girl confessed by feelings for him – he took me as granted' she thought