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Part 22: Broken
The next day, as promised, Muskaan took Riddhima out
saying that she needed Riddhima's help with some shopping. Muskaan also needed some time with his
girlfriends after her break-up with Rahul.
As soon as Riddhima had gone out, Armaan had called Kripa over. Kripa had helped him set up everything. There was nothing but a dozen of red roses
and a card on the coffee table in the living room. There was a trail of rose petals that led
into their bedroom where a few steps from the door, Armaan and Kripa had made a
heart shape out of red rose petals. And
within the heart, they're made the words 'I Love You' using white rose petals. The red heart was then bordered by a streak
of white candles.
After all the hard work, Kripa and Armaan walked into the
living room, waiting for Riddhima.
Kripa would leave in a few minutes and Armaan would wait for Riddhima
"Okay...now show me the goddamn ring." Kripa demanded
with her hands on her hips.
"Uh nahh..." Armaan teased her back. He knew that she really wanted to see the
Kripa hit his shoulder playfully. "You promised! You told me you would show me the ring you
got for her if I helped you out!"
"Relax sister...Of course I'll show you...I need your
Armaan pulled out the blue velvet box out of his pocket
and put it on Kripa's extended palm.
Kripa opened it and examined the ring closely.
"You think she'll like it?"
Armaan asked Kripa nervously.
she'll love it!" Kripa looked at the ring carefully. The baby blue colour
of the gemstone was just perfect. "Riddhima loves this colour. Good job,
I'm proud of you."
have done it without you Kripa. All of
this. I owe it all to you! Thank you! I
love you so much!" Armaan hugged Kripa making her giggle.
"I love you
too, crazy" Kripa hugged him back.
Then they heard
someone clapping. It was Riddhima. She walked towards them with a sarcastic
expression, still clapping.
she said one she stopped clapping. She stood with her arms crossed. "So
this is what goes on behind my back. My so called husband and my so called best
friend...are betraying me. Lying to me."
Armaan started in a warning tone but Kripa held up her hand, shutting him up.
"What are you
trying to say Riddhima?" Kripa asked, frowning.
"OH SHUT UP!
Stop lying to me now. I saw everything I had to with my own eyes. I thought I
could trust you Kripa...I thought you were trying to help me. I wish I'd known
that you've been eyeing my husband all this time. You're supposed to be my best friend! And my
husband!!" Riddhima scoffed. "He claims that I don't put in enough
effort...and then I do start putting in effort because you tell me but of
course my efforts are nothing compared to your advances Kripa. I can't believe
you would do this to me. I can't believe you would have an affair with my
husband. Have you two been sleeping together behind my back too? Huh? You
betrayed me Kripa. Not only me. You betrayed Angad too. I'll tell him
everything. I'll tell him that you're cheating on him and that you're sleeping
around with other people's husbands like some cheap ***** and--"
ENOUGH!" Kripa yelled. For the first time, Kripa had raised her voice to
this level. Riddhima staggered a step back from her. Armaan was just
dumbfounded. He'd never seen this side of Kripa. "THAT IS ENOUGH RIDDHIMA!
I DONT WANT TO HEAR A SINGLE WORD FROM YOU! THE ENTIRE FAULT IS YOURS. YOU can't
trust people who love you. YOU can't look past anything but yourself. YOU are
selfish. And you don't have ANY right to talk about my relationship with Angad
nor do you have any right to comment on my character." Kripa took a deep
breath to calm herself but it didn't work. Her eyes were filled with tears of
anger and hurt. She turned to Armaan. "I'm sorry Armaan. I can't help you
anymore. I thought I could fix things but I can't. I'm sorry."
Kripa picked up her
purse and left from there not even sparing a glance at Riddhima. Armaan had
called out after her but Kripa didn't stop. Furious, Armaan turned to Riddhima.
"WHAT THE HELL
IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He held her shoulders and shook her.
She pushed his
hands off. "Don't touch me! Why don't you go after her."?
"OH SHUT UP!
Just shut up!" Armaan picked up the ring that he'd bought for Riddhima
with so much love. "LOOK AT THIS. LOOK! I was going to give you this as a
gift...for the fresh start with you. Start of our friendship. Kripa has been
helping me all along. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be trying to fix
things. I had given up on you long time ago. If she hadn't convinced me, I
would have been the same cold person that you had seen a few days ago." He
turned around and picked up the card and handed it to Riddhima. "She was
here only to help me. To tell me if you would like all of this or not. But you
just completely misunderstood us. She's a sister to me! I'm a brother to
Armaan sighed and stepped away. "I can't
believe that you would do something like this to your best friend. To the girl
who supported you and got nothing in return. To the girl who took genuine
interest in your problems and tried to fix them. If you can't trust her, then you'll
never be able to trust me. If you can't love her, you'll never be able to love
me. In the past few months, since we
were getting along fine, I thought that this would work out...somehow we'll get
through but now I doubt it and honestly...after what you've done today...I don't
think you deserve my love in the first place."
Armaan tore the
card into pieces, tossed the pieces in the air, and walked towards the door. He
stopped then, turned to look at her and saw her staring back, surprised.
"and if you don't change Riddhima, you will lose everyone who loves you
and you will be left standing absolutely alone like you are right now."
and with that he left.
Riddhima pieced the
card back together and what she saw brought tears to her eyes.
"I Love You Riddhima."
What had she done?
Her long-term best-friendship with Kripa was broken. Because of her. Her newly started friendship with Armaan was
broken as well. Because of her.
She saw a trail of rose petals leading up
the stairs. Holding the ring Armaan had
gotten to her chest, she followed it.
When she pushed open the door to their room, a jolt of pain shot through
her heart as she took in the view. The
heart, surrounded by the burning candles and the warm 'I love you' snuggled in
the middle of the heart. Her knees gave
out then. She sat next to the heart and
cried. Cried at her own stupidity, cried
at her loss of her best friends, cried at the loss of the man she was starting
to fall in love with.
On the other hand, Angad unlocked the door
and walked in. He saw her sitting at the high chairs at the bar table in the
corner of the living room. Her shoulders were slumped; there was a glass of red
wine next to her. Of course he knew what had happened; Armaan had called and
told Angad everything. That's why Angad had skipped his gym session. He wanted
to be at home. He wanted to be there for her. He put his bag on the couch and
walked towards her. She was slightly startled when he held her shoulders from
the back. But then she relaxed just as quickly realizing whose touch it was.
baby." He said, pretending that nothing happened.
matter?" Angad asked, resting his chin on her right shoulder.
She just shook her
"Do you want
to talk about it?"
really...I just want to be alone for a bit..."
Angad lifted his
head and kissed her head. "I'll be in the study if you want to talk about
it." He gently squeezed her shoulders for a second and headed towards the
study, picking up his backpack on the way. He turned to look at her once, but
she was lost in her thoughts. He walked into the study and closed the door. He
opened his books and started reading the chapter. About an hour later, Kripa
knocked on the door twice before opening it. She was holding two mugs that had
steam coming off at the top.
talk?" she asked, peeping her head through the door. Angad closed his book
and looked at her. She smiled at him and walked in, closing the door behind her.
He pushed his chair back slightly. She gave him his mug and propped herself
sideways in his lap, flinging her legs over one armrest, while her back rested
on the other. Angad wrapped his free arm around her waist and quietly waited
for her to talk.
Kripa sighed before
she started. She told him the entire story. He listened quietly, giving her
time to let it all out. At the end, with tearful eyes, she looked at him.
"You don't think I would cheat on you, do you?"
Angad squeezed her
closer to himself. "I know you wouldn't. Kripa, I love you. I trust you
more than I trust myself. I don't care what anyone has to say about you. And don't
take what Riddhima said to heart. I think she's just frustrated with the issues
in her life and her ego isn't letting her admit that it's her fault so she's
trying to find ways to blame it on others. I believe you were right to want to
help Armaan and Riddhima. I'll always be proud of you for that."
Kripa sniffled and
smiled at him. "Thanks."
"But there is something..." Angad trailed
off, wondering if what he had to say would make her even sadder.
"What is it?"
"I...You...I think..." Angad fumbled to
put it in the right way. "I think you
should let them be. Let them work out
their own problems. I'm not telling you
what to do...I know you're being a good friend when you're trying to help Riddhima
out, but baby...clearly, she doesn't realize it or doesn't want to care about
it...and you helping them is making you sad and I can't stand it. You've played your part, now its Riddhima and
Armaan's turn to make their moves.
That's just my personal opinion."
"I'll give it a thought. Thanks" she nodded and smiled at him. He was glad that she was willing to consider
Oh the other hand, Riddhima
was constantly calling Armaan's phone. He wasn't taking her calls. After a few attempts of calling him, Riddhima
gathered all her courage and called Kripa.
Kripa didn't pick up her call either.
When Riddhima called again, Angad answered
"Can I talk to Kripa?" Riddhima ignored
the lump in her throat as she spoke. She
also ignored the tears that flowed out of her eyes.
"I'm sorry Riddhima, but she's asleep."
"Angad its 7 in the evening...are you
seriously trying to convince me that she's asleep? Look, I really need to talk to her." Riddhima
couldn't help the sole sob that escaped her.
She was sure Angad heard it too.
She sensed him hesitating.
"Look Riddhima...Kripa was really stressed
and exhausted after everything that happened earlier. She's just taking a power nap to ease
herself. I'll have her call you as soon
as she's up. And..." he trailed off, hesitating again.
"What is it?" Riddhima prompted.
"And...Armaan is here too...just in case
Riddhima broke down then. Angad excused himself from Armaan and walked
out into the freezing December weather, onto his balcony.
"Riddhima...stop crying. It won't change anything."
"I ****** up Angad. I messed up big time." She sobbed.
You did." Angad said honestly, not bothering to change the coldness in
his tone. "Just when everything between
you and Armaan was at the verge of being fixed completely..."
"I know. I don't know what the hell I was thinking...I
just...I've seen them together a few other times and each one of those times,
Armaan hadn't told me where he was going or what he was doing...and I just
couldn't help the thoughts..."
"Do you know that was because the two
planned on surprising you? They wanted
to make his confession a surprise...when you least expected it...that's why he
kept you in the dark about meeting Kripa...and really...Kripa is like a sister to him Riddhima! How can you think like that?"
"I DONT KNOW! I don't know Angad! I don't know what's wrong with me...I've
never talked to Kripa in such a manner before...and...With Armaan...I—"
"Alright look Riddhima...up until now
you've hurt and mistreated Armaan and I haven't said anything to you. He's my brother Riddhima. He's my best friend. I think you've hurt him enough. But now you're hurting Kripa and stressing
her out as well. I won't sit and take it
quietly anymore Riddhima. Armaan really
does love you and if you can't love him back, if you can't trust him...then
Angad heard Riddhima gasp on the other
side. He went on quickly. "I don't like saying this to you but I won't
let you hurt him or Kripa any more than you already have. For his sanity, for his happiness, and simply
for the fact that he deserves to be with someone who actually gives a damn
about his feelings...leave him if you can't give him any happiness."
Too angry to speak any further, he bid her
goodbye and ended the call. When he went
back into the living room, Armaan had finished yet another drink. Sighing, Angad tossed Kripa's cell phone on
to the couch and headed over to Armaan.
He snatched the next drink out of Armaan's hands.
"Enough Armaan. Stop it."
Armaan looked at Angad with the most
"This is happening because of what I did
to all those girls, isn't it? I broke
their hearts...now she's breaking mine."
Angad put a hand on Armaan's shoulder and shook his head
"All those girls knew what they were getting into..." Angad
Armaan shook his head and repeated the entire story to Angad
again...twice. After he finished
repeating the story, he repeated his earlier sentence.
"I'm telling you...this is happening to me because I hurt
all those girls..."
"No its not" Kripa called out from the entrance of her
bedroom. Angad and Armaan turned to look
at her. Armaan turned away a second
later. Kripa walked up to them and stood
on Armaan's other side.
"This is happening to you because you love her more than she
"No. No." Armaan shook his index finger and pouted. "She...she doesn't love me."
"Yes she does, Armaan" Kripa whispered painfully. She squeezed his shoulder. "Don't worry...I'll talk to tomorrow and—"
"NO! You won't talk to
her. I don't want her to disrespect you
because of me..." Armaan stared into his empty glass.
Kripa scrambled through her brains to find something to say
while Angad just stood next to his friend and supported him emotionally. Just then, a knock on the door interrupted
Angad went to open the door and frowned seeing the person on
the other side.
"Anjali?" Angad questioned surprisingly. Then his surprise doubled when Riddhima
stepped into view. Angad's frown got
deeper. He simply stepped aside and let
them in without a word. Kripa looked
over to see who it was and froze. She
crossed her arms, frowned, and looked away from Riddhima.
After locking the door, Angad walked to Kripa. He took her hand in his and gave it a gentle
squeeze, letting her know that he was there for her.
Anjali walked straight to Armaan. Riddhima stood frozen in the middle of the
"Armaan! What is this
unacceptable behaviour? How could you
just leave Riddhima...just because you had a small fight?"
Riddhima was mortified.
What the hell was Anjali doing?
Riddhima had made it clear that everything was her own fault then why
was Anjali blaming Armaan?
I just stood there, staring at my sister. Unable to form a sentence in my brain. Kripa glared at me then. I had to look away. I couldn't bear to the see the anger, the
pain, the hurt in Kripa's eyes. Angad
wrapped an arm around her shoulders, running his hand up and down her upper
arm. It was then that I realized that he
was trying to calm her down. But Kripa's
glare didn't falter.
I turned my attention to Anjali and took a step forward but
froze when Armaan turned around. He'd
been crying. His eyes were red and
swollen. He got up suddenly and grabbed Di's
shoulders and pushed her up against the wall.
"WHY CANT YOU JUST LEAVE US TWO ALONE?" Armaan screamed at her.
Angad and Kripa rushed towards him. Angad went and stood in-between Armaan and Di
while Kripa pushed Armaan back, away from Di.
All I did was staring, horrified.
Anjali leaned around Angad.
"BECAUSE YOU'RE RUINING MY SISTER'S LIFE!" she yelled back at Armaan.
It looked like they were about to start pulling each other's
hair and beating each other if Kripa and Angad weren't standing in between.
"I haven't seen her crying this way...ever. But ever since you've entered her life,
you've made her miserable! You've taken
away my sister's happiness"
"JUST SHUT THE HELL UP ANJALI!" Kripa lashed out at
last. Angad looked like he was in a
fix. I could tell that he wanted to go
to Kripa but he knew he couldn't leave Anjali out in the open. Because now, there seemed to be two people
who wanted to beat her: Armaan and Kripa.
"It's YOU who has ruined her life! You've been telling her wrong
things...you're leading her astray! If
it weren't for you, she'd be much happier in her married life. You're the first person I've seen who has
ruined her own sister's life!" Kripa pushed Angad aside. I was surprised at the fact that he let
her. Kripa jabbed a finger towards
Anjali. "YOU stay away from Armaan and
his wife's life!"
Ouch. I won't
lie. That hurt. She said Armaan and his wife. Not Riddhima and her husband. As the seriousness of the situation dawned
upon me, my eyes filled with tears. They
were all fighting. Because of me.
"I won't let some player ruin my sister's life!" Anjali
retorted with a glare towards Armaan. "He
played my friend and then let her go...he left her...and you know what? She's a mother to his baby!"
My heart nearly stopped at that. She had never told me this before. My head was spinning.
"Anjali. You don't
know anything." Angad said simply, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Well of course you would defend your friend and side with
your girlfriend. Why would you care
about what happens to Riddhima? It doesn't matter to you." Anjali crossed her
"It matters to me! It
matters to me, damn it! Whatever happens
in Riddhima's life affects my best friend AND my girlfriend! And whatever affects them, affects me. But regardless of that, I won't let you stand
around and blame my friend for **** he hasn't done."
"You can't prove otherwise Angad. She was in a relationship with Armaan for a
month...then they broke up...and she was depressed after that and then we all
found out that she was pregnant because she started showing! How do you explain that?!"
"If you knew all this, why didn't you tell Riddhima BEFORE
she got married to Armaan?" Kripa countered.
Anjali opened her mouth and then shut it again. Clearly, she had no response. Kripa crossed her arms smugly. "And you say you're concerned about your
"A fact is still a fact Kripa." Anjali rolled her eyes.
"You have the facts all wrong! That baby wasn't his! She was already pregnant when he said he
would date her. Did you know that after
her former boyfriend dumped her, she was on the streets? Armaan took her in. He cared for her. They were friends but she went and told
people that he was her boyfriend.
Because of all the stress she was in, Armaan let it slide and they
started treating it like a normal relationship.
Then all of a sudden, one day...she came up to Armaan and told him that
her ex wanted her back with the baby. So
she left. And it turned out that her
boyfriend didn't take her back after all...but she was too ashamed to come back
The silence that followed Angad's summary of the events left
a ringing in my ear. I looked at Armaan,
suddenly seeing him in new light. Anjali
stood there with her hand over her mouth.
"you've been following incorrect information and based on
that, you kept advising your sister to stay away from the man who loves
her...if there are any problems in their married life right now, they're Riddhima's
fault. And the fact that Riddhima is at
fault is your fault." Angad looked at Anjali.
His expression cold.
Then someone sobbed. A painful, heartbreaking sound. As the sobs got more hysterical, I realized
that they were my own. My knees buckled
and the next thing I knew was that I was on the floor, my hands covering my
mouth, a flood of tears flowing from my eyes.
Through the blurred vision, through the tears, I saw the three faces
looking at me, shocked. Then I felt arms
go around me. I recognized the touch
right away and it only made me cry even more.
The only person who had come to console me was the person
who'd been hurt for trying to make my life better. Kripa.
I know I know. I was supposed to fix things. But before you guys come and kill me...I'll let you know this: next part's title is called 'Forgiven'. Hint hint hint hint. I had to clear this mess with Anjali and explain her actions once and for all. I hope you enjoyed the part (minus the fight of course). Hope everyone's exams went well. And...in the upcoming couple of parts, I'll be introducing two new characters. Once again, hope you liked the part, feel free to predict the future.