PART 28

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THE GREY HUES..

"Is everything fine, Riddhima?" I

asked as I noticed her standing near

the closet staring at something in

her hand for the last few minutes.

Riddhima jumped startled and in her

hurry, shut the closet door on her

fingers and yelped in pain.

"Shit Riddhima! Be careful!" I ran to

her concerned and took her fingers

in mine for examining the cuts. The

delicate skin on her fingers turned

reddish purple but I was glad that

there wasn't any cut or bleeding. "I

think an antiseptic ointment would

do." I mumbled, searching for the

tube in the closet.

When I didn't hear any response

from Riddhima, I turned to her and

was surprised at her smiling at me.

Now that smile wasn't a normal one,

it was the one I realized she saved

only for me. There was serenity in

that smile but there was also a pinch

of shyness and something else which

was deep and captivating.

Though distracted for a few moments,

I got back to the task at hand and

blew air on her finger gently to

soothe the pain. Satisfied with my

work, I raised my gaze to her eyes

and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"No Armaan, it doesn't." She replied

still smiling.

"What?" I whispered letting go of her

hand and pulling her closer by her

waist.

She shook her head and hugged me

tight for a moment before turning

back to leave the room. And I know

just like that I was forgiven for my

stupidity once again. I sighed as the

rude way I spoke to her flashed

across my mind.

Now, my dear readers, before you

guys jump into conclusions about

what had happened, let me clear it

for you. After our meeting with

Sohail during our Darjeeling trip a

month back, he came for dinner last

night. I was slightly pissed when

Riddhima told me about the dinner

plans in the morning yesterday. I

didn't know but all evening I was

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