Safar...A Journey of First Love

Chapter 16 - Day Dreaming

...Riddhima was sitting by a table in a corner of the library with loads of papers, note books and books surrounding her. She was meant to be in her English lesson which was once again cancelled because the teacher was caught up with some work so all the students were sent to work on their coursework in the library.

Two weeks had passed and she had completely forgotten about the Vivik incident after speaking to Anjali; she got over it really quickly and promised herself that she would only concentrate on her studies and have a little fun at the same time. She worked on her Romeo and Juliet coursework in the library looking up every now and then.

"Where the hell is he...he should have been here by now...he's so late...kaha hai woh?" (Where is he?) she mumbled under her breath as she looked around the library.

Armaan hadn't come to school today, for some reason he was very late and hadn't informed anyone where he was. Half of the day had passed and he hadn't turn up to school, no one really cared and they made excuses that he must be ill or not bothered to come to school but it really bothered Riddhima for some strange reason. She sat there irritated and wondered where he was, who he was with, why he wasn't in school and why hadn't he told anyone that he wouldn't be in.

"Wait a minute...why am I so bothered...?" she said to herself.

During these two weeks Riddhima had found herself thinking about Armaan more than usual; from the moment they shared a hug in the park after Riddhima had broken up with Vivik; Armaan had been on her mind twenty-four/seven.

When he was around; her mind was full of thoughts about his attitude, behavior and actions and when he was not around she would think about the times they had spent together and when he was right in front of her she couldn't think of anything but him. And recently she had noticed that when he looked at her, her stomach turned, when he talked to her, her heart skipped, when he came close to her, her breath slipped and when he was right in front of her, her brain switched everything else off so that she could concentrate only on him. But she was unable to understand why this was happening and she thought she was going crazy.

While she sat there alone making notes her mind started to wander; her silent thoughts were taking over her mind; "...Jab bhi main apni aankhe baand karti hoon main usse dekhti hoon...jab bhi main apni aankhe khol ti hoon main usse dekhti hoon...woh itna cute hain ke koi bhi use hamesha ke liye dekh sakte hain aur khabi bore nahi hoge..." (whenever I close my eyes I see him...when I open my eyes I only look at him...he's so cute that anyone can look at him forever and never get bored) she smiled at that thought; "...jab bhi woh saamne nahi hote to meri aankhe usse dhoondte rehte hain (when he's not around my eyes search for him) ...and when I get a glimpse of him I hold my breath and take the moment in like a digi cam..." she hit her head with her pen as she caught herself thinking this and smiled.

"Mere bare main soch rahi hain?" (Thinking about me?)

Armaan was sitting right next to her leaning his head on his hand, his head was tilted to a side with his really cute dimpled smile denting his cheek; she hadn't noticed when he had come in as she was lost in her thoughts.

"Tum...Tum yahan..." (You...you're here?) she couldn't believe that he was sitting right next to her; "...when did you come?"

"Main...haan main yahan pe....aur kaha hoga?" (me...yes I'm here...where else would I be?) he mocked her, "...I came quite a while ago when you were lost in your thoughts...about me..." he ended his sentence softly.

"Kya?" (What?) she was shocked; like she had been caught doing something she shouldn't have been doing; "...bilkul nahi (not at all) ...why would I be thinking about you?"

Armaan smiled at her; "Because...you have nothing better to think about...that's why..."

"Of course I have..." she said defensively.