6: The Art of Telling the Truth with Lies
As much as she tried, Riddhima couldn't get that single thought out of her
head. After they had walked out of the court, Armaan had casually announced
that they were heading to meet his family followed by a warning to behave as if
she were a two year old child. Riddhima didn't know for how long she would have
to put up with his attitude. Sighing, she stole a glance at him. He seemed
completely relaxed as he drove his Mercedes Benz with an elbow propped up on
the window. Riddhima wondered if he had any ideas about her level of anxiety.
Considering the circumstances that was probably the intention.
fact that she was married didn't bother her as much as the fact that she was
married to him did. Riddhima who had gotten used to having control over
every aspect of her life would also have difficulty submitting to his needs. Needs?
Oh God, please no. So far he had clearly conveyed that he was thoroughly
angry as well as a bit disgusted with her. However, in the end, he is a man
after all who thinks with his you-know-what before brains. Also, his response
to her on their first meeting caused her to think again. It wasn't that she
wasn't attracted to him. It was entirely that she was attracted to him
far more than any other prior relationship. Prior relationships. Riddhima
scoffed to herself on that pathetic reminder. Her dating history was worse than
her career at its height and the pressing workload, Riddhima had no time to
scour for a prospective male so Nikki took it upon herself to help her out of
what she considered the most pressing matter that required the utmost attention.
Riddhima didn't quite agree with the idea but had too much on her plate to care
if a few pieces dropped here and there. Now, however good a friend Nikki might
be she couldn't, actually shouldn't, play matchmaker…ever…in respect to the
safety and dignity of those involved.
first went with the idea of like and like which in Riddhima's case meant nerd
and geek. Riddhima had arrived at a renowned restaurant where she met a plastic
surgeon who thought she would do well with bigger breasts and skinnier thighs.
He was so considerate he even offered to do it himself. On the pretence of
using the bathroom, Riddhima left the building out the back door as well as her
date to pay for the 2,000 dollar bill. The food was amazing by the way.
next one was the owner of a software company whose gaze lifted no higher than
her chest and no lower than her hips. Besides that counterpoint, dinner went
fine. It was when they were waiting for his driver in front of the restaurant
that things went from bad to worse. They were talking one second when he
suddenly began kissing her. She had to literally pry him off her while he
slurped on her neck. Afterwards, Riddhima quite bluntly made it clear that the
night ended there. To add to his charms, he couldn't take rejection. Riddhima
ended up hailing a cab back home when the bas***d flipped the bird and drove
off in his Bugatti. In another one of Nikki's attempt to brighten up Riddhima's
love life, she set her up with a cardiologist who on the pretense of checking
her heartbeat for abnormalities groped her breast in the middle of the New York
Time Square. Riddhima ended up whacking him upside his head in the most ladylike
manner possible. It was mortifying to say the least but Nikki got a good laugh
out of it. It wasn't fair though to point out the flaws in those guys since
Riddhima herself made no effort to develop a relationship.
train of thought broke off when the car jumped at a pothole. Riddhima
felt something churning in her stomach. Uh-oh.
the corner of his eye, Armaan glanced at her. Her brows were creased and she
was spinning the ring on her left hand. She had not uttered a single word when
he had said that they would be meeting his family though she made her mood
clear by banging the car door so hard that he thought he heard the windows
rattle. She wasn't saying anything now either even though Armaan could see that
she really wanted to. Armaan turned his attention back to the road.
He looked down and saw Riddhima's hand clutching his right arm. He looked up.
Her green eyes were wide with what appeared to be a small case of hysterics.
Her face had turned even paler than before.
Stop the car please!" She was almost screaming.
did as she asked. He pulled the car off the road. The car had barely stopped
that Riddhima threw the door open and jumped out. Armaan followed suit but much
more slower since he had figured out the situation. Armaan leaned against the
car's hood while Riddhima crouched by some bushes and emptied her stomach.
waited to make sure that the nausea had surpassed. She wiped her hand across
her mouth and scooted away as the pungent smell threatened a repeat of the
previous events. Pressing a hand to her throbbing temple, Riddhima got up and
walked back to the car, a bit unsteady on her heels. He was sitting atop the
hood with a phone pressed to his ear. Riddhima ignored his gaze and opened the
trunk. With a little bit of rummaging, she managed to find her medicine and a
pulled the rubber band out and began taking apart the tight braid she had spent
a full half-hour constructing this morning. Her life felt quite the same which
she had spent years constructing but now saw it crumbling in a matter of few
days. She caught snippets of the conversation as he was still outside. He had
traded his coat and slacks for a simple blue t-shirt with khaki shorts while
Riddhima was still stuck in the suffocating dress.
we'll be there in a little bit…No, no don't say anything. I'll explain
everythin…Alright, bye." Stuffing the phone in his shorts, he jumped off the
hood. Getting into the car, he saw Riddhima frowning with her arms crossed on
her chest. Armaan turned the ignition and was about to pull the mirrors up.
snapped, "Don't." His brow shot up.
air helps." Armaan turned the air conditioning off and opened all the windows.
could feel the awkwardness thick in the moist summer breeze although it
appeared to be one-sided since Armaan seemed to be having the time of his life
while singing along to what Riddhima would consider music for the hearing
impaired. How anyone could stand 'music' where the lyrics made no sense and
cussing replaced words.
got girlies half naked that sh*t look like the grotto
your waist anorexic and then your a** is colossal.
Sean went on with his 'lyrics' but Armaan paused when he saw the incredulous
look on her face. Her skin was still sickly pale but her eyes were wide this
time with what appeared to be disgust.
a hand on the wheel and sparing an occasional glance at the road, Armaan
decided to risk his sanity and question her.
Her mouth opened to answer but no words came
out. She tried again this time gesturing towards the music system as if it were
a rotting banana.
is music?" The emphasis on 'that' was not lost on Armaan who couldn't
decide if it was a question or a statement.
Resting his elbow on the window, he hid
his grin as he pretended to ponder over the question, "That's a trick question
but I'm gonna use my PhD in common sense and go with a yes. Dear Lord Jesus, I
hope this is right answer." He folded his hands in mock pray.
time around he made no attempt to hide his grin as he saw Riddhima roll her
eyes. "It's not funny, okay? I can't believe the radio plays this miserable
excuse for music and then it's even a bigger atrocity that people actually
listen to this junk. I mean it's no wonder kids these days have more interest in
drugs and sex than on education which is not only essential for the continuity
of this society but also for the sanity of the rest of the population."
a hand on his ear, Armaan interrupted her. "Wait, I'm sorry my extremely small
brain couldn't understand any of your geek vomits so I'll just stick to what I can
comprehend…a** a** a** a**…."
cannot believe I have to spend the next eight months with you." With her arms
crossed over her chest, she stared out the window when his reply came a few
Miss. Gupta, I might not have a laminated-framed-and-waxed degree like you do
but I can tell you that you are not the one paying for someone else's f**k-ups.
So I would appreciate it if you would shut your pretty little mouth and take
all the sh*t I throw at you for the next eight months without b*tchin like you
usually do. Consider it a payoff in installments of sorts for making my life
miserable. If I'm miserable, you sure as hell are not going to be the one
smiling since all this is your "mistake" after all. Take my advice, just shut
up and enjoy the ride."
listened quietly to his tight voice barely concealing her own rage. She neither
looked at him nor gave a reply.
silence took its vacant place yet again leaving both figures knee deep into thoughts
that neither had the guts to share much less act upon.
Note: Hello to those of you who made it through this update after an eternity. If you are still reading this, thank you so so so much. I know I probably lost a lot of readers but that's my doing and I completely deserve it. The reason for long time no see...well, no inspiration at all. Consider it a writer's block the size of Manhattan City. This part is terrible. I just needed to update something to the wheels rolling again. Its short with nothing to offer. But i am going through with this ff and those of you who still read this can expect updates though I cant promise when but there will not be such a long pause like the one previously.
So enjoy what you can and comment/criticize if you can. Otherwise, my expectations are quite low :)