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"Confession"

Riddhima's POV:

After an hour of talking with few of those whom I know from college, I leave the party and make my way towards the restroom to take a break from the chaos going through my brain.

Moving along the corridors, I ask a waiter to about where is the restroom. I move in the direction he showed and open the door to make into a bedroom. Looking around to confirm its empty, I enter closing the door behind me.

Since the party is being held in a grand hotel, we can't be sure if the room is empty or not. The Room looks so aesthetic. Large walls covered in different paintings, roof having a chandelier, a large queen size bed is kept at the center of the room having white linen sheets and black duvet. Damn it, I just want to jump on this bed and end this day. Whoever owns this hotel must be so rich.

Removing my mask and keeping it on the edge of the bed, I make my way towards the bathroom. Just when I'm about to enter I hear someone entering the room. Shit, I forgot to lock the door. Turning around I look at the person to tell him the room is occupied for a while. Shocked to see Armaan enter the room I don't say that.

"What are you doing here?" I ask looking at him, to see him closing the door and locking it. "Why are you locking the door?"

"Time to pay me back." Hearing him talk about the past I remember how he lend me 40 lakhs to complete my studies and even to live comfortably and safely in the hostel. He enter further inside the room and removes his mask throwing it on the couch.

"What? Like right now?" I ask looking around just so I won't have to look at him in the eye. What the hell? Where does my confidence go when I have to look at him?

He nods and goes to sit on the couch.

"I'm sorry Armaan, but seriously trust me I don't have such a huge amount...." He raises his hand to stop me and I do. I just do may be that aura or something but I just know I have no right to continue talking when he doesn't want me to.

"You have no right to call me by my name." I nod, biting down on my lip to stop myself from answering back. "And you seriously think I would want you to pay me back with money."

"Then what do you want?" I ask confused as to how I can even pay him back then.

"Where is your best friend?" He asks and I look at him.

Thinking he is talking to about Sanskar. I ask, "He is downstairs. What do you want from him?"

"No. The girl." Sejal, Hell he is talking about Sejal. But why? As far as I know, they had never met each other before. How does he even know her? "Where is she?"

"What do you want from her?" I ask and look at him confused.

He gets up from the couch, each of his bicep muscles contracting to show the elegance with which he moves. Moving in front of me, he closes the mid button of his tuxedo and look at me directly holding the eye contact.

"That's none of your concern." He says with a glint in his eyes. "Where is she?"

No way. I'm not telling him about Sejal. What if he hurts her? I won't.

"I'm not telling you anything ab..." Before the words could even make its way out of the mouth I feel a hard grip around my throat and I choke. He is choking me now, that grip. "Ah....Y...You are hhurting me?"

I try to say but my words are muffled and I'm pushed against the wall.

"So why do you think I am doing this? As a foreplay? Where is she, Riddhima?" He ask in that deep throaty voice getting angry at every word.

But I being stubborn just shake my head. I'm not putting my best friend's life in danger when she already is going through hell.

"This is the last time I'm asking you. WHERE. IS. SHE?" he says with a loud voice, I know he has anger issues. I have seen it on campus. He will definitely hurt me if I don't tell him. But I WON'T. "So you won't tell me? Fine."

I look as he snatches my purse from my hand without removing his other one from my throat open the little lock. His grip eases a little. "What are your doing?" I ask reaching towards it.

He throws each one of my things on the bed – my phone, makeup item. Everything. Suddenly he reaches for my phone and takes it. Opening it, he sees it's locked with my fingerprint.

"Put your finger on it." He asks calmly and I have no idea what's happening here. What the hell Sejal got herself into?

"I won't." I say being stubborn and I'm met with his anger.

"Damn it, don't make this hard Riddhima. DO IT." I don't but then, he pushes me on the bed and forcefully put my finger on the screen before I can even protest.

Before he can do anything, I take it back from him and try to push him back but definitely he won't budge and then his grip hardens to the point I can that the blood will stop circulating any second. Tears makes my vision blur. I'm jerked back to stand and the phone falls down from my hand on the floor. Still Open.

I'm about to die but that anger marked on his face with that dark pupils and empty look in his eyes. I just want to get away from him. The grip loosens and I cough a little and try to breathe in air.

I hear him calling someone with the phone on speaker. Her phone is switched off. Still. He looks back at me in anger and just then the room doors open. We turn to look together to reveal Sanskar enter the room and his eyes lands on us.

"Hey. What the hell are you doing?" He yells and reaches to us and just then Armaan releases his grip. Due to the sudden removal of his hold on my throat I fall down on the floor and Sanskar reaches to hold me.

"Riddhima, you know I am not scared of killing you, right? Though I don't like repeating but for you I will ask you again, Where Is She?" He asks still standing and looking at him down as if I'm a fucking peasant.

"Who?" Sanskar says looking at him and helping me stand.

"SEJAL" Armaan raises his voice and makes his way to him as if he can answer him. But I know he won't he loves her and he would have felt that this is Dangerous. I tighten my grip on his hand to assure him a bit and to tell him to not answer.

"She left. She is not here. Sejal's mom was ill, so she went to Delhi." Sanskar tell him. But why?

"When?" Armaan asks and looks at him now to know he will answer before I could even stop Sanskar.

"Last Night." He answers. WHAT THE...?

"Sanskar... Why would you do that?" I ask turning to look at him. Angry at him.

"Thanks Brother." Armaan says after a pause and his shoulders eases to relax part dropping my phone on the floor with screen side, and there is I hear its screen crack. Passing on a fake smile to me, he leaves the room.

"Riddhima, Are you okay?" Sanskar says turning to look at me and holding my cheeks.

I push and his hold on me releases. "How can you do that? You don't know how dangerous he is. You have no idea what kind of problem you threw Sejal into."

"Riddhima, Sejal is not here. How can she be in a problem?" He asks being dumb. How can he even be my friend?

"Do you even love her? How can you do that to Sejal? We have no idea what she did to him? Was she indebt to him?" I yell at him holding my head, tears make its way down my cheeks. I look at his confused face and reach for him grabbing his collar. "Tell me, do you? You won't go after her when she needs you? You won't talk to her? You won't sit by her side? Is that your love for her? Do you even love her?"

"No, I don't. I don't love her. I Love you." He yells back at me and holds my arms in a tight grip, eyes looking at him with concern. "Yes, Riddhima. I love you. I don't love Sejal."

"You are kidding me, right?" I say shocked but definitely this is coming out in anger cause I provoked him. "You are lying."

"No, Riddhima I'm not. I stopped feeling anything for her the moment I saw you back in Delhi." This is sick. And wrong. Sejal loves him. He holds my face and looks at him. "I tried, Trust me I did, I tried to stop my heart but every time I looked at you I feel more in love with you."

His eyes, I can see in them he is not lying. I'm shocked I cannot even move any of my limbs my legs are stuck on the floor.

"Tell me Riddhima, You feel something for me, Right? I don't care about your past, I just love you. You at least like me, right?" Those eyes. His words. The hope in them. There is something stuck inside my throat. I want to yell at him, punch him. But I'm not able to. "Right? You will start to love me when we will live with each other. Don't worry about it."

"Leave me. Let me go." I say trying to remove his grip from my arm. "I consider you just as my friend and you think I will do that to my best friend. That I will betray you. You have lost your mind. Let me go."

"No. Riddhima, Look at me. So what if you don't love. We can stay together and you will start to like me and will definitely learn to love me." This is psychotic.

"Learn to? SANSKAR." I yell my voice reaching to its peak. "We can't learn to love someone. And I don't love you. I told you whatever I feel is for Vansh. I DON'T LOVE YOU."

"No. You don't. You just feel confused about him. You don't love him and neither does he." He yells getting closer to me and pushing me into the wall.

"That has nothing to do with you. That's between me and him to sort out. I will talk to him and ask, but you and I – we don't have anything. I don't love you and I won't ever love you" I yell back pushing him further away from me and bending to pick up my phone.

But before I can he pulls me back towards him and looks at me with anger, hope in them.

"No, you won't. You won't talk to him. He doesn't want you. I do." I say voice laced with hope.

"Let me go. Leave me alone. Please Sanskar." His grip tightens on my arm and he bends towards me. "You are hurting me."

He pulls me by my waist even when I'm resisting. "Please, Riddhima."

I need to get out of here anyhow, I need to reach to someone safe. I can see his eyes darkening, his breathing rate increasing, this is escalating to a limit where even he won't know what he will do. My sixth sense just told me, this is NOT SAFE at all. Taking a deep breath I try to relax in his arms. Holding his arms, I try to soften my voice.

"Sanskar, Let's talk about this after a while. When we'll reach home." I say with soft voice, hoping he would let me go. "Let's go to the party."

"Promise me, you will talk to me." I nod immediately at his words and he loosens his grip on me. "Then let's go."

I leave the room immediately not even looking back at him. Reaching down to the party, I take a glass of water and tissue from a table. Wiping my eyes, I sit in the middle of the party. So that nothing can happen to me while I'm here. On spotting Aryan, Ishani and Sia, I wave them to come to me and I relax when they sit with me.

I look around for Vansh, in the hope he will be here.

What have I gotten myself into?

Vansh's POV:

Taking a small gulp of champagne, I look back at the eldest child of the Oberoi family.

"We will sign the contract tomorrow." He says. A businessman through and through. Since I came here, I knew this deal is important. I had to crack it anyhow and I did.

"Great, then we will meet tomorrow for lunch." I says to which he nods.

Parting ways, I put the glass on the table and sit to relax for a while. Just then my phone pings with a message. I can't even sit alone for few minutes. Taking out my phone, I'm shocked to see Riddhima messaging me. That never happened.

Riddhima: Vansh, I need to talk to you.

Vansh: Say?

Riddhima: No, Not on the phone. This is urgent and important. I need your help.

I look around in search of her, but not spotting her. I turn back to look at the screen worried about her.

Vansh: Are you okay? Where are you?

Riddhima: I need you to come to the other side of the hotel. Please. You are coming, Right?

Vansh: Yes, Calm down. I'll be there in a minute.

I get up and make my way to the other side of the hotel through the corridors. Reaching there I look around the area. It's storage area. Why would she even come here?

"Riddhima" I shout for her. But there is no one. No answer either. Taking out my phone I message back.

Vansh: Where are you Riddhima? I'm waiting for you near the storage area.

Riddhima's POV:

"Riddhima, you look worried. You okay, Right?" Sia says and holds my hand. I nod not wanting to discuss anything for a while.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Ishani and Sia can you accompany me to the washroom." I say wanting to at least touch up my makeup and wipe the tension from my face. I don't want to be alone right now. They nod.

"You all are leaving me alone" Aryan says as we get up. Ishani answers something back but I don't listen. I look around the table, chair for my purse or even phone.

"Where is my purse?" I say to no one in particular but they hear me. My phone? Oh God, I left it in the room when Armaan through everything on the table. "You guys wait here, I will comeback."

They nod.

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