You're doing a wonderful job with describing one's innermost feeling through the art of imagery....i wanna read more to come to a conclusion abt the story...ryt nw i'm in 2 minds whether i'd like the ending or nt...but i'm sure being attracted to the story....gr8 job potraying sid's insecurities but sid shud have conssidered riddhima's commitment to their daughter's future...as much as i'd love to get Kajen bck...it's just nt possible riddhima has moved on- far too much to go bck to her happiness!
heyyyyyyyyyyyy nyc update๐
Originally posted by: dhruvikaluvsKSGawesome part
loved the POV's of armaan n sidtoo koolcont soonn thx for pmluv dhruvika
Originally posted by: ishwariyaNice .. pov of armaan
hai i'm sid married to riddhima .. this one cracked me up ๐คฃ
very well written
Originally posted by: psaradaBeautiful. Absolute delight to read the FF. I really liked the bonding of Yuvi and Sid you have shown here and moreover the way Yuvi was trying to solve the problem along with Naina it sure is gonna be nice to read. Do update soon and I would be waiting.
Originally posted by: nikita_88Awesome part!
Don't worry about the delayed updates because right now is a stressful time but as soon as summer comes there will be no work! ๐
I loved Sid and Armaan's view points they were so hilarious but absolutely true I mean what are they meant to say to each other.
Yuvi and Sid aww that was nice.
Can't wait to see what happens next and thanks for the PM!
Originally posted by: aish_punkhey aish, right?..nice FF..the concept is good..
Armaan is in the bangal store..thinking about her, like always..n he can't help but wonder how the bangles would've suited her..he felt she was there..he heard her voice..but later he thought it can't be!..he thought she can't move on..but when he turned he realized it was her..she was really happy with sid now, or so it seems..they had a kid..n sid was excited about YuNa's kid too!..lol..n they were getting along really well..leading a happy life..Armaa was stricken though...n he wanted to vent out..in his fav bball court..that never changes uh?..maintain an index, n update the title too when u post the next part..update soon-aish
Originally posted by: SaJan_Sana4everGr888...
Like the POV Of Armaan and sid....
You are awesome in writing...
Keep it up dearrr
Originally posted by: mabelhehehehehehe......
this one cracked me up.....i mean de POVs....dey were sooooo funny!!!!!.....feelin bad 4 both sid n armaan....cant wait 4 ur next update.............plz...plz....plz update soon.....n thnx 4 pmin me!!!!!n ya i accepted ur buddy request buddy! :-)
Originally posted by: b.sandhuThat was fantastic, I liked the different POV's and especially how you portrayed Sid when he was talking to Yuvi. I just hope that atleast you can make Sid and Riddhima talk unlike the writers of the show. PM me when you update
PS- can you please update the title when you update and maybe have an index on the front page.
cheers:)
Originally posted by: repercussion
You're doing a wonderful job with describing one's innermost feeling through the art of imagery....i wanna read more to come to a conclusion abt the story...ryt nw i'm in 2 minds whether i'd like the ending or nt...but i'm sure being attracted to the story....gr8 job potraying sid's insecurities but sid shud have conssidered riddhima's commitment to their daughter's future...as much as i'd love to get Kajen bck...it's just nt possible riddhima has moved on- far too much to go bck to her happiness!
it's just abt hw long they take to accept the truth....well in real DMG i so hope they keep JeRan together if they really don't have an option bt get bck KaSh bck too!
Originally posted by: veena_rocksheyyyyyyyyyyyy nyc update๐
continue soonpls pm me ven u vil post d next part ๐i hope armaan jaldi vaapas chala jaayega
NEXT PART 9:
It had started drizzling by the time Sid left the hospital; the sun had begun to set. Sid drove home nervous tension causing him to be impatient honking his horn more times than necessary and lashing out at the simplest things. The traffic was murder and by the time he reached home it would be past eight o clock. Ashita was long tucked in and Rhiddima would be waiting up for him. He was tired and sick of it all already, and it had barely begun; whatever it was. That was another problem, he didn't really know what the problem was, he was just bothered. As he drove into his driveway however every thought disappeared from his mind. All he could think was Rhiddima. Rhiddima. Rhiddima.
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Rhiddima
had been lounging on the couch reading a magazine when the rain had started. A
childish excitement came over her then, she didn't know why, maybe it was
living and being in love with Siddhant, because yes, she did love him; he was a kid half the time and it was
spreading to her. She felt more free as each day went by, her excitement for
life growing, her willingness, her need to do random, fun things increasing.
And so she ran outside, the rain falling gently at first then rapidly as she
jumped around grinning with glee at the crying heavens. She spun in circles,
the falling rain somehow reminding her of her husband. He had slowly knocked on
the doors to her heart, and then like the thundering rain, burst his way into
her life; and she accepted it all wholeheartedly.
She sensed Siddhant's arrival as soon as he turned into the driveway, even though the roaring sound of the raindrops had muted all other noises. He stepped out of his car with an awed look on his face; Rhiddima laughed excitedly running to him and pulling him into a hug.
Unnai kandaene muthal murai
naan ennai tholaithaene mutrilumai thaan
Unnai kandaene muthal murai
naan ennai tholaithaene mutrilumai thaan
Kaathal boothame ennai neeyum thottai
Ayyo ayayyo acham varuthe
Thappi chellave vazhikal illai inge
ayyo ayayyo che ennavo panninai neeye
Unnai kandaene muthal murai
naan ennai tholaithaene mutrilumai thaan
He was soon as sopping wet as she was as she pulled him to the middle of the lawn running as if not to miss a minute of the rain. Letting his hand go she spun around again, her arms swinging around. He had let everything else go; right now it was just them, just him, and Rhiddima. His Rhiddima. They were Mr. and Mrs. Modi, and they were going to dance, sing, and forget the world.
Erikkira mazhai ithu
Kulirkira Veyil ithu
Kothikkira neer ithu
Anaikira thee ithu
Inikkira vazhi ithu
Ithamulla poo ithu
Ithayathil malarvathu oh penne
Nijamulla poi ithu
Niramulla inippithu
Mounathin mozhi ithu
Maranathin vaayvithu
Antharathin kadalithu
Katti vantha kanavithu
Ainsol kolvathu aen penne
Their hands linked in the air above their heads as they brought them down, their faces came together; she smiled as his lips bushed against hers. Holding his hands tightly she leaned back as far as she could, feeling the rain wash over her, before he jerked her back into his arms.
Aenginaen naan thaenginaen
Aenadaa pothum imsaigal
Vaanamum intha boomiyum
Unthan thotrame
Un paer sonnaale ulle thithikkume
They ran around, chasing each other, the villa-like bungalow had an expansive lawn full of plant life. Suddenly Sid couldn't see Rhiddima; he stood in the middle of the lawn his hands on his hips. Rhiddima slowly crept up behind an unsuspecting Sid, jumping onto his back and he almost fell over, catching himself in time he reached back and swung her around into his arms with a smirk, dipping her lower and lower to the beat of the song, then pulling her back up.
Kaathal kaditham athu konjam paesum
Kannoadu irukum pala kaditham
Penne naanum un kannai padithaen
Puriyaamal thavithaen poi sollutho mei sollutho
He turned to face away, his arms outstretched.
Oh kaathal enai thaakiduthe
She wrapped her arms around him from behind.
Sarithaan enaiyum athu saaythiduthe
He turned to face her, she gently kissed his check.
Iravil kanavum enai saapiduthe
He kissed temple, her ear, as he reached further she slipped out of his grasp shaking her head no, a teasing look on her face.
Pothuvaay vayathil ithil thappikka yaarum illaiye
Unnai kandaene muthal murai
naan ennai tholaithaene mutrilumai thaan
She stretched out her arms, taking in the rain, he walked towards her, and soon his arms were wrapped around her waist again, holding her to him, her arms wrapped around his neck, swaying together. Slipping out of his hold, she ran again, coming to a stop, she stood near the greenhouse, full of her flowers; he ran after her and came close, his arms trapping her as she tried to run again, pressing her into the blurred glass, he laid a kiss on the top of her head.
Aeno iravil oru paadal kaettaal
Udane en ulle nee varuvaay
koyil kulle kan moodi nintraay
un uruvam thaane ennalume nenjil thontrume
Naan unnaal thaan swaasikkiraen
Naan unpaer thinam vaasikkiraen
Uyirai vidavum unai naesikkiraen
Kadavul nilaiyai nam kannile kaattidum kaathal
Unnai kandaene muthal murai
naan ennai tholaithaene mutrilumai thaan
Kaathal boothame ennai neeyum thottai
Ayyo ayayyo acham varuthe
Thappi chellave vazhikal illai inge
ayyo ayayyo che ennavo panninai neeye
She pushed him off and tried to run away but he caught up and pulled her back, teasing and tickling her as she squirmed in his grip, laughing at his antics. Wrapping his arms around her waist he spun her around, both giggling, relishing the moment.
Erikkira mazhai ithu
Kulirkira Veyil ithu
Kothikkira neer ithu
Anaikira thee ithu
Inikkira vazhi ithu
Ithamulla poo ithu
Ithayathil malarvathu oh penne
Nijamulla poi ithu
Niramulla inippithu
Mounathin mozhi ithu
Maranathin vaayvithu
Antharathin kadalithu
Katti vantha kanavithu
Ainsol kolvathu aen penne
Aenginaen naan thaenginaen
Aenadaa pothum imsaigal
Vaanamum intha boomiyum
Unthan thotrame
Un paer sonnaale ulle thithikkume
He pulled away and lifted her into his arms, spinning around .They stayed like that, reveling in the rain, the happiness, the comfort, the moment.
manasukkul aetho sol sol
ethirinil othu nil nil
uyirukkul aetho jal jal
ithu sari thaana nee sol
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The tears that should have been running down his face were washed away by the rain; he turned around to walk away again. He had his assurance now; he knew that his basket wasn't his anymore. Armaan had come to check on her, only to do that. He had promised himself that he would do just that and leave. And he had his proof, dancing in the rain. They used to do that, flashes of their past had run past his eyes as he watched her tease her husband. All that he had done was a waste, she wasn't his. As he walked lost in his thoughts, he almost missed the young man walking towards him, in fact he would have, if the young man hadn't stepped squarely in his path and stayed there.
"I thought you would be here."
Armaan peered at the man, he didn't seem much younger than himself, "what?"
"I'm Yuvraj, Siddhant's friend. And as his friend, I have come to make sure that you don't destroy his life."
"Look I-"
"Don't bother defending yourself. I understand it all, I...I... one minute!" Yuvi turned around and pressed the Bluetooth closer to his ear, "Naina! What do I say after that?" he whispered.
"Duffer!" Naina's voice came over the Bluetooth, "tell him about the party!"
"O right!"
Yuvi turned back to Armaan, who stood there with a confused look. Composing his face into the somber expression from earlier Yuvi continued, "I will show you what you're about to ruin. There is a party for Siddhant and Rhiddima's anniversary the day after tomorrow. They don't know about it and DON'T spoil it, if you do, I'. I know where you wander at night.
I'll get you."
Yuvi nodded curtly and walked away, "YUVI!" Naina's voice boomed through the Bluetooth, "the place and time!"
Yuvi turned and walked back to Armaan just as curtly as he had left, Armaan was still standing there, trying to digest what the stranger, whom he now placed as Yuvi from the basket ball court, had said.
"It's at The Club Cha Cha at 8, be there." Yuvi said seriously, and turning again, he disappeared off into the night. At home, Naina set down the phone satisfied with her planning and her husband's obedience.
Armaan stood there for another minute, trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming, or hallucinating.
Day after tomorrow. Party. Anniversary. Siddhant and Rhiddima. The Club Cha Cha at eight? What was all of that? Show him what? Was he expected to show up? At a party? For "the Modis?" he didn't know what to do. His heart was being broken over and over and the worst part of it was that he was going back for more. So should he go?
A couple hours later he stood at the window of his motel room. Staring at the now clear night sky. He felt so alone, there was no one here. He had driven everyone away. Atul, Anjie, Muskaan, Rahul, Nikki, everyone was gone. He didn't know where they were, how they were. He hadn't kept contact with anyone after he left. No one, contact cut off from everyone that had-no that did matter to him. He didn't have anyone to talk to, he didn't know what to do, and there was no one to help him. No one.
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Koi Apana Bhi Nahi, Koi Paraaya Bhi Nahi..
(Kise Aawaaz Doon)- 4
Saari Jhuti Baatein Hain, Din Apane Na Raatein Hai
Hoo Saari Jhuti Baatein Hain, Din Apane Na Raatein Hai..
Pal Pal Ek Kahaani Hai, Jo Jivan Bhar Dohraani Hai
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Na Khwaab Hai Na Taabirein Hai) - 2
Aas Hai Jo Ke Jivan Hai, Ulajha Ulajha Bandhan Hai
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