Chapter 11 • Realization
Riddhima Gupta's P.O.V
"What are you doing Armaan?" I asked as he pinned me to the glass wall in his office. My hands were pinned above my head with his while his head was dug in my neck.
"Loving you—that I will always do!" He huskily whispered in my neck as his warm breath created havoc on my skin making me shiver. He slowly kissed the crook of my neck, placing feathery kisses making me whimper in pleasure.
"Armaan...leave me" I breathed out as my breath got heavy by his every single kiss. He slowly moved his hand down to my waist, letting my hands free, and gripped it tight making me wince. My body was being dominated by him right now. If it wasn't for the wall support and his hold, I would've fallen on the floor because of my jelly-like knees. Electric shocks were constantly running up and down my spine. His lips slowly traced my jawline while I ran my fingers through his smooth hair.
"I LOVE YOU RIDDHIMA" he whispered on my lips making me smile while my heart summersaulted.
"I LOVE YOU TOO ARMAAN!" I replied jamming my lips with his, taking him into a heated and passionate kiss.
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"Riddhimaaaa! Dear wake up!!!" The voice faintly fell in my eyes, making a frown appear on my forehead. I opened my eyes, squinting them as the sunlight shone right in my eyes.
Once my vision got cleared, I rubbed my eyes and sat up on the bed. What I saw next made my jaw drop and tears fell out of my eyes.
Grandmother?
I poked her cheek to check if she was real, and instantly I hugged her, clinging to her.
"I am here na baby! Calm down!" She said as I silently sobbed on her shoulder.
"No grandmother, I hate that bastard! He took me away from you! Just for his own stupid needs!" I said gritting my teeth while thinking how Armaan forced me into all of this.
"Riddhima" she said sternly, "you should be thankful that he took u out of that hell! Riddhima at least get to know him! He is not a bad person!" Grandmother lectured me while I just bowed my head down and stared at my nails as if there was something really interesting there. Now she is actually making me feel guilty.
"Ahem...ladies! Breakfast is ready!" Both of us turned around to look at Armaan who was bare chested and was only wearing 3/4 shorts. He smiled at Grandmother and nodded at me with a neutral face.
Is he mad at me?
I hope he didn't hear me calling him a bastard. I mean yes I am kind of mad at him but he is not that bad. I know I have been very unthankful to him, but still he couldn't have asked me out like a normal guy and not force me into this! Grandmother gave me a think-about-it look, before walking outside holding her walking stick—Wait when did she get a walking stick?
Ignoring all my thoughts, I moved towards the bathroom to freshen up when I saw a beautiful blue summer dress hanging on the door with a note.
'I know you don't have any clothes here so just wear this!'
How sweet of him!
Wait no! If he was sweet, he wouldn't have brought me here to this random place without my consent. Now thats when I realized I was in a random mansion, in a random room.
While taking a shower, my thoughts drifted towards the time I met him. I don't even know him and he doesn't even know me. Just by meeting me twice he can't be attracted to me. Sexually yes, but emotionally no and that is what I hate. I don't want to be another mistress for him. No matter how much I show my anger towards, how much I deny the fact, but it is true, I did feel something for him once and mow those feelings are becoming deep, and that is what scares me the most.
Getting out of the shower, I draped the towel around my body and walked into the room. After wearing my inner wears, I slipped into the dress he gave.
He can be really cute sometimes!
I chuckled at my own thoughts and ran a finger through my wet hair. I walked down the stairs to see Armaan and Grandmother having their breakfast on the wooden dining table with golden ancient-greek designs border. The curtains were opening giving a full view of the beach. So we are in a beach house. Interesting!
I cleared my throat and both of them had there eyes glued on me. Grandmother smiled while his eyes roamed up down my body. My heart was thumping faster than Usain Bolt and there were more butterflies in my tummy than in a botanical garden. My fingers were laced into each other as I was getting nervous every passing second because of his gaze.
"I'll take your leave" he said breaking his gaze off me and smiled at grandmother. Grabbing his phone, he passed by me without even sparing a glance.
Okay he cannot do that!
I should be the showing attitude and not him. He is the one who kidnapped me and forced me into all of this. My thoughts were broken when grandmother spoke "I think you owe him a thanks sweetie, from bringing me here".
I owe him a lot. Now that I realize, I was not really forced into this, my father made a choice, its my fathers fault not Armaan's. He just took me out if that hell.
I ran outside as fast as I could. To my Unfortunate luck he had already left. Guess I have to talk to him when he comes back.
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It is five past twelve at night, the weather is calm outside. My whole day went boring as I don't even know in which suburb of New York are we. He didn't come after he left, and I don't even have his phone number so I couldn't call him. I think he is really mad at me. I'm still in that dress that he gave me in the morning as I have no clothes except for the ones I wore yesterday to work. I shouldn't have called him a bastard. I mean I was angry but he heard it.
The whole day I spent talking to gramdmother while she told me storied about my mom, her daughter in law. Normally I would have so much fun talking with grandmother but today, it was the longest not forget the most boring day. The whole day I this sick feeling in my stomach as if I did something wrong. I miss him terribly and as soon as he gets home, I'm going to apologize for all my harsh words and whatever nonsense I said in the past.
I heard the car parking and I ran downstairs. Grandmother was sleeping in same room I was in the morning. I saw him walking towards a room, his blazer hanging in his arm.
"Armaan....wait!" I called out only to make him turn and look at me. A hurtful look crossed in his eyes followed by him clenching his jaws. He turned around and continued walking towards his room.
What is wrong with this man?
Before he could close the door, I walked into his room, kicking the door shut behind me. I heard him sigh and he took off his shirt, throwing it on the bed.
"Why are you ignoring me?" I asked him while he just chose to ignore me and walked away towards the window looking at the beach outside. Oh my god! This is so hard! I held his wrist and turned him around making him look in my direction.
"I asked you something!" I told him while he closed his eyes and massaged his temple with two of his fingers.
"YOU TOLD ME TO STAY OUT OF YOUR LIFE, AND NOW I AM! I'M NOT INTERFERING IN YOUR PERSONAL MATTERS, I BROUGHT YIUR GRANDMOTHER BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO GET BORED AND I KNEW HOW CLOSE YOU ARE TO HER! EVERYTHING IS GOING ACCORDING TO YOU THEN WHY DO YOU CARE IF I'M IN YOUR LIFE OR NOT?" He spoke in a loud voice making my body shudder. I just stared at him in disbelief. Just because of some words I said yesterday, he so easily agreed on leaving me on my own. Well that's what I wanted—oh shut up!
"Armaan I-" I tried to explain myseld by my voice was gone and my words were lost in some wonderland, exploring. I should go buy a pocket thesaurus just in case if I'm ever short of words.
Suddenly I felt a tight grip on my forearms to see him holding them really tightly. I gulped as his body inched forward to mine. "Tell me Riddhima, am I that bad, am I that cruel to you that you hate me that much? You think I'm a jerk, I'm a bastard, I'm ruthless? Just tell me today! I know that the way I tried to get you was wrong but I'm sorry! I just didn't know would hate me that much! From now on I'll stay away from you!" He completed his speech and looked away, while I tilted my head and stared at him. He is not the type of guy who would fall in love, he probably wants me as a whore—oh shut up Riddhima! If he wanted that he could've taken advantage of me the night he brought me home from the night club.
"Are you done?" I cocked my eyebrows at him while he confusingly stared at me, giving me a what-do-you-mean look. "I actually came here to THANK and say SORRY to you! Listen Armaan, it's just that I been through a lot in my life and I just don't know who to trust and who not to! I'm sorry for all the harsh words I said earlier. I just want any type of relation with you that would make me feel hurtful in the end, because we both know how you are, I mean you never stay put with one girl! You get what I mean right?" I said looking at my hands trying to use the correct words in order to not sound offensive.
I heard him sigh and he ran a hand through his hair. "Riddhima, from the time I saw you, I really wanted to know about you! And I still do! I want to know you better! I want us to be friends. I hope I'm not asking for a lot?" I looked up at him as he held both of my hands in his light grip caressing the back of my palm with his thumb. I stared in his eyes to find any type of lies but all I found was pure honesty, and hope. Maybe, with me he doesn't really want to whore around.
I want to know him better!
"We can be friends!" I smiled at him while, he shouted in happiness making me giggle. He approached towards me to hug me when I lightly pushed him away with my fingertips by placing them on his chest. "Woah...what are you doing!" I asked him while he grinned sheepishly.
"Friendly hug!" He said while I squinted my eyes, eyeing him suspiciously.
"I think I said JUST FRIENDS not friends with benefits" I rolled my eyes and explained him when something struck to my stupid mind. God stupid move Riddhima. The next thing I saw was my new 'friend' smirking.
"I think I never mentioned us being friends with benefits—but if you want, I'm all free!!!" He said smirking while pulling his head down to my level, aiming towards my lips when I placed my palm on his lips and gasped.
"I think it's late, I should go back to sleep" I said while running out of his room only to hear his laughter.
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