Chapter 10

WARNING: When you first start to read this you may be thinking a long the lines of, "What is Natasha smoking?" BUT I promise I am not letting you guys down!! It ends happy!!

PART 13(epilogue)

"She's been crying again."

Prithvi Bose stopped chewing his food and looked at his friend, who happened to be sitting across from him. "How can you possibly know that? She looks the same to me," he replied around a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"And that's precisely why you missed your chance to be with her," Josh answered testily. Honestly, Prithvi could be such a dunce sometimes. "She's putting up a front to show that lousy good for nothing idiot that she's better off without him. Her smiles are forced and her eyes are a little red around the edges," he said as they both turned to look at Kripa.

Their Kripa was at the moment sitting with a group of girls as they chattered about the graduation ball, which was about two months away. They had already been planning it since the beginning of the year, but there were still a few loose ends. Kripa was sitting in the center of the small group of girls.

Kripa wasn't really participating, but she was writing down the suggestions from the girls that she had agreed on.

"She's not okay, is she?" Prithvi asked softly.

Josh shook his head. "And though I hate to admit it, neither is Angad," he said as he motioned towards Angad's table. Prithvi looked over and watched as Angad's eyes left the pretty brunette at his side and raked over Kripa. There was something unguarded on his face before it was gone and he tore his eyes away from her.

"Should we tell Kripa that he's suffering as much as she is?"

Josh looked at Prithvi with wide eyes. "Are you kidding? She'll automatically assume that we're defending him and against her because we're guys! Girls are ridiculously irrational when it comes to break-ups and all that rot. No. We just stay quiet and listen to her when she feels like ranting on how much of a bas***d Angad is."

Prithvi shrugged. "They were made for each other. They're both increasingly stubborn," he said before taking a sip of his orange juice.

"Maybe there is something we can do about this," said Josh as he looked towards one of the most sneakiest guys he had ever met, even more so than Angad.

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Kripa sighed heavily as she made her way towards Advanced Calculus, which happened to be her first class of the day. She was sick and tired of her life for the past week. Prithvi and Josh had been talking about her again, she could tell. They weren't exactly the craftiest people. Their eyes had been moving from her to Angad.

Advanced Calculus was the hardest class she had this year, but it wasn't something she, Kripa Sharma, couldn't overcome. The class was fairly small. There were only two guys though. Three stupid guesses who one of them was. The other was Manik, his best friend. A very handsome best friend who was intelligent, classy, funny, sarcastic, and sneaky.

He was also a big time flirt who hadn't really cared that she had been dating his best friend, and he cared even less now that they were broken up. He had been awfully persistent in trying to get her on a date with him.

As she entered the nearly empty class, she saw that he was already there. He motioned her over and smiled roguishly. "Sit with me, my sweet," he said as he pulled out the chair besides his.

"Why?" Kripa asked suspiciously. He usually sat with his friend.

"Because I desire the pleasure of your company," he replied smoothly.

She eyed him slowly, but her perusal was interrupted when Angad Khanna waltzed in, a smug smile on his pink lips. He looked like had had a nice kiss; Kripa knew that look on his face. She pursed her lips and sat down besides Manik.

Manik's bluish-black eyes slid from her furious face towards the now similar one on Angad's. He didn't care though, Angad was a fool for letting her go so it was up to him to make Angad see that; there was no rule that he couldn't have fun though. He turned to the girl.

"I was wondering if you'd like to join me on a trip into the city," he murmured.

Kripa looked at him. She had sensed this coming, and for some reason it didn't bother her. She raised her eyes to look at him and after a moment's hesitation, she nodded. "Just don't expect much. I don't think I'm ready for another relationship," she murmured back.

Manik nodded and smiled. "That's fine. There's just something that I want to ask you and I want to be away from the school and its thin walls," he said before the teacher walked in.

Angad being Angad wasn't deterred from sitting besides his best friend, even when he noticed that he and Kripa were having a private conversation. He walked over and sat on Manik's other side. He vaguely wondered what Manik was up to, he had an impish smile on his face, kind of like the cat that had just caught itself a nice juicy mouse.

"Students, please turn in your homework," the teacher said as she began to write the warm-up problems on the board.

Kripa was at the front before anyone else had even gotten their work. The professor opened the paper and nodded. "Very good, Miss Sharma. Exceptional work."

Kripa beamed and turned to go back, and nearly ran into her least favorite person at the moment. "Watch it," she snapped before sidestepping him.

"What, don't you fit, Kripa?" he drawled.

Was he implying that she was fat? "Not with your fat mouth in the way," she spat back, marching towards her desk, Manik right behind her.

The few students there were watching with barely veiled interest, some weren't even bothering to not stare. Even though she and Angad were broken up, they were still the couple of the week. Their arguments were the most explosive ever seen, and neither of them would back down from the fight until one of their friends pulled them in separate directions.

Yes, it was highly juvenile, but a challenge was a challenge. It was like that game little kiddies played in nursery-school called 'hot potato.' They threw barbs back and forth until one of them exploded. Many times. She was the one who lost her cool. Angad just knew which buttons to push to send her flying into a fit of anger.

Kripa ran a hand through her unruly hair and sat down besides Manik again, who was smiling pleasantly. "Stop smiling will you? Thanks to him, I'm in a nasty mood now," she said as she stabbed at her paper and began to copy down the problems on the board.

Angad eyed her as he sat down and sighed heavily. Though he hated to admit it, he was tired of this situation with Kripa. He really missed her, but he refused to apologize over anything said in the argument that he had culminated in their break-up. Besides, it was her fault.

Her and that guy, Karthik.

All he had asked of her had been to stop writing to him so much. Even after three years, they kept up the pen "friendship," and Angad didn't like it one bit. He remembered Karthik in their year, how he had looked at Kripa like a besotted fool. There was no reason why Karthik's feelings had to have changed in this time, no matter how much Kripa tried to convince Angad that she and Karthik were only friends.

When he had told her that he didn't want her writing to Karthik anymore, she had ranted at him non-stop about his lack of trust towards her. Which of course he had then brought up Prithvi, and she had brought up his family and their mutual hate in past years, and somewhere along those lines, he had insulted her status. Hey, he had been angry and hadn't known what he was saying until he had said it.

Okay, so there was one thing he wanted to apologize for saying, but he stood by the rest of what he had said. If she was going to be his girlfriend, she had no business writing to Karthik. All this had happened a week ago, on a Friday evening in her dorms.

Never mind all that, there was something about Manik's attitude with Kripa that was throwing him off. Angad watched them for a few minutes instead of doing his work; he couldn't care less about adv. calculus, and noticed Manik's behavior.

A brush of hands here, a touch of her arm there, he even went as far as to brush Kripa's curls away from her shoulder. Angad's hands tightened around his pen when he heard Kripa's soft laughter after Manik whispered something to her.

"Mr. Khanna is there any reason why you have not started your work?" asked the professor from right besides him.

Everyone turned to look at him with the exception of Kripa and Manik and Angad felt a dull flush enter his cheeks, accompanied with the fierce desire to yell at everyone. He noticed that Kripa was eyeing him slightly before turning back to her work.

"Mr. Khanna?" the professor asked again.

Angad pressed his lips into a tight line and forced down a scowl. "No ma'am. I was just getting ready to do the work," he replied dryly. After that, class was thankfully over rather quickly.

Manik winked at her before leaving. The trip was tomorrow so she'd have to go see what she could wear to make Angad's blood boil when he saw her with Manik. As she was packing up her things, she saw the Professor approach Angad as the students left the class. Now, Kripa normally wasn't one to eavesdrop, but she couldn't help but overhear.

"Mr. Khanna, I am greatly concerned about your drop in this class. Until a week ago, your grades were one of the highest, right besides Miss. Sharma's. what has happened to you to have made your work drop in quality?" she asked softly.

Kripa looked at Angad and he gave her a sad look that quickly turned neutral. He turned back to the professor. "I lost my best tutor," he said dully.

Kripa had had enough; she grabbed her bag and nearly raced out of the classroom without a backwards glance. It was absurd, but just hearing his voice was enough to make her want to start crying. This had to stop. She had done enough crying this past week to last her a lifetime and she was getting sick and tired. She needed to move on.

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"Is this your way of moving on?" asked Seema.

"What?" Kripa asked anxiously. "Does it look bad?" she asked as she twirled and looked down at herself.

Seema and Kareena exchanged a look. Then Kareena answered. "Merlin, Kripa. Only you can look at yourself and not find yourself pretty. You look absolutely great and we have no doubt that Angad will be absolutely angry when he sees that you're going out with Manik. Plus, you've never looked like this before."

Seema nodded in agreement and Kripa looked at herself again. She was in a pair of stonewashed flared jeans, a very tight burgundy shirt and a pair of boots that made her seem slightly taller. The entire outfit outlined her body perfectly, and her two friends had done something to her hair so that it was in a braid from the nape of her neck down, but was loose at the tips so that it could curl at the small of her back. She was wearing very light make-up, but her eyes stood out when combined with the color of her shirt too.

"Manik said he wanted to ask me something, I just hope it's nothing serious," Kripa said as she grabbed her overcoat and made for the door. She stopped at the doorway. "You guys didn't tell anyone else about my date, did you?"

Seema and Kareena blushed. "We just told Priya."

God, they had only told the biggest gossip after Seema. "Great. Just great. That means that the whole school knows that I'm going on a date with my ex-boyfriend's best friend." Kripa sighed heavily. "I'll see you girls later."

Seema tisked twice. "I don't think that's going to be the only thing the school will be talking about," she said.

"Why didn't you tell her what Priya said about Alliyah?" Kareena asked.

Seema frowned. "Because I don't want to ruin her date with Manik. Maybe she won't see Alliyah on the trip."

"Or maybe she will see and that's the whole point. I don't think Alliyah likes Kripa all that much since she went out with Prithvi," said Kareena worriedly.

"Come one, we should keep an eye on Alliyah and Kripa. This could turn out to be worst than any situation we have thought of," Seema said as she grabbed her coat and they ran out of the dormitories.

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"Why don't we go to the Starbucks for something to drink?" Manik asked Kripa as they walked out of the bookstore.

Kripa smiled and shook her head. "There's a great chance that he'll be there. I don't want to ruin the great time we have had," she said as she linked her arm through his. "I've really enjoyed this after such a rough week," she said with a smile.

"I doubt that Angad is going to be there. From what I heard, he had other things to do. Anyway, I liked this too. You have the most peculiar views when it comes to certain things." He laughed, deep and sensuous. "But do you remember that there was something I wanted to ask you?" Manik asked as he steered them towards the coffee house.

Kripa nodded. "It sounds important. I just hope it's not a marriage proposal," she joked.

Manik looked at her seriously. Kripa paled. He started to laugh softly. "I'm only kidding, Kripa," he said, still laughing. Kripa laughed with him.

"You scared me for a moment there," she said. "So what is it?"

"Have you thought of where you're going to live after graduation? Most of the students want to move out of their parents home and find some place else where they can get on their own two feet," he said.

She nodded once. Kripa had thought about it, and Josh and Prithvi had said something about them living together in a shared flat, but she didn't want that. She wanted a place of her own, to become independent from the boys and her parents. Once upon a time she had thought of moving in with Angad and they had talked about it, but that didn't seem likely now; or ever.

"What are you asking?" Kripa questioned.

"That if you haven't found anywhere to go, would you like to be my roommate?" Manik asked. At the dumbfounded look on her face he smiled. "You don't have to answer me now. Take your time because we still have two months until graduation. You can give me a reply then."

Kripa managed an embarrassed smile. "I'll think about that," she said. He opened the door to the Starbucks and ushered her in. "How long have you been contemplating this roommate deal?" she asked as they took a seat at an empty table.

Manik ordered coffee for her and some hot chocolate for himself. "Since you broke up with our dear Angad."

Kripa looked uncomfortable at the mention of Angad. "So you've basically thought about it for a week."

Manik nodded and grinned, but their attention was brought to a high familiar giggle. He and Kripa turned to look and spotted a familiar couple across the pub. "Is that… Alliyah?" she asked.

"With Angad," Manik spat. Alliyah just happened to be Manik's ex-girlfriend. Curious that. Angad was whispering something against Alliyah's ear and she had a hand on his thigh as she laughed.

"Manik, please let's go. I can't—I don't think I can deal with this right now," Kripa said as she looked away and towards her date.

"We can't do that Kripa. We can't let them have a hold on our lives like this. If we leave now, they'll win," Manik said darkly.

Kripa sighed heavily and nodded. "Okay. I'll go see what is taking our drinks so long," she said as she stood and pushed her hair over her shoulder as she passed Angad's table. She could feel his silvery eyes on her as she tried to ignore him, but it was quite hard.

"Hello, Kripa dear," Ms. Chopra said with a smile. "I'm sorry about your drinks, but as you can see we have many tables to wait on and my only worker for today is on her break."

"That's okay, I'll take them myself if you don't mind," Kripa replied. The other woman nodded and went to the backroom to get their drinks. As Kripa waited, she smelled a faint yet familiar cologne. She had gotten used to smelling it on her pillow for the past few months. But these past few days, it hadn't been there.

"Having fun, are you Kripa?" asked a soft voice against her ear.

She drew away with him with a disgusted look on her face. "Dating my friends now, are you, Angad?" she spat out his name as if it were something vile and nasty.

Angad smiled evilly and Kripa caught the whiff of alcohol on him. "I must say that I've always had a secret kink for dating girls and their friends," he said with a very slight slur.

Kripa pursed her lips and looked away. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing." She turned to look at Manik and gave him a sexy smile. She noticed the angry flush on Angad's cheeks. His eyes were slightly unfocused and she realized that he was drunk.

A drunken Angad was never good. She had seen him like this twice, before they had dated. But he didn't know how to hold his liquor. Plus, he was exceptionally vicious with his words, no matter how little liquor he had taken in.

"What's going on between you and Manik?" he asked as he leaned slightly towards her.

"That's none of your damned business. Why don't you go back to Alliyah, she's waiting for you," Kripa spat, looking at the girl she had thought her friend. Conniving little bi—never mind her.

"She is waiting, isn't she?" asked Angad as his eyes roamed Kripa's face. "I stand by everything that I said to you that night," he muttered.

Kripa glared at him. "Then we have nothing more to say to each other," she spat as she turned to go. Angad caught her arm and Kripa whirled back around, tearing her arm from his grip.

"Why are you in such a rush? I thought we were having a decent conversation!" he said in a loud voice. "Your love life with Manik can wait, we aren't done talking," he spat out.

Kripa's blood ran cold at his words. "Screw you, Angad. I'm not like you, I don't go kissing every cheap person that crosses my path," she hissed, her eyes on Alliyah as she said the last.

"There's no need to be a stupid loser about this," Alliyah replied angrily. "It's not my fault you let him go."

Kripa's eyes narrowed and she turned back to look at Angad who was watching Manik with a nasty evil look. "Guess what, Angad?" she asked sweetly. When his eyes were on her, she smiled. "I'm moving in with Manik after we graduate."

"What?" he asked softly.

"Has the alcohol impaired your hearing?" she asked, just now realizing that they were making a very big scene in front of students and strangers. "I said, I'm going to live with Manik. It's too late for us, so whatever you do from now on could mean zilch to me."

"Let's go," Manik said as he took her arm and moved her towards the exit.

"You should be warned then, Manik, that you'll have to share her with Karthik. Maybe those rumors about her, Prithvi and Karthik weren't too off the mark," Angad drawled loudly.

Even now, his lack of trust in her was enough to open the wound in her heart even further. She turned back to him. "Do you want to know why you and I will never work?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly. She didn't want to cry damn it!

"Why is that?" Angad asked snottily.

"Because you're scared. Deep down, or maybe not so deep, you're just a scared momma's boy. You're the same simpering little prick that used to go crying for his mummy whenever things didn't turn out his way. Well, tough luck Angad, mummy and daddy aren't here to take care of you anymore. So grow up," she said before turning and making for the door again.

Her words cut deep. They had helped each other heal after the death of his parents, but to have her bring it up in such a petty way of getting back at him was like a blow to his gut. "My father was always right about your type," he yelled. "Why do you think I'm with Alliyah now?" he called.

"I honestly don't care," she yelled back, her eyes filled with tears, her nose red. "I guess my type was never enough for you, was it?"

Kripa didn't wait for him to respond to that, instead she darted out the door without a backward glance. Angad stared after her and felt his heart fall into a pit in his stomach. God, why had he gotten drunk tonight? He hadn't meant any of that! He wasn't with Alliyah; they were just trying to get Kripa and Manik jealous.

"Come on, let's go," Alliyah said as she took his arm and walked him outside, back towards the school.

On the path, he was violently ill, and not just because of all the drinking he had done. He was sick because of the things he had said to Kripa. He didn't mean it, and even now, as he felt the sting of angry tears in his eyes, he wanted nothing more than to beg for her forgiveness,

Forget his pride and his arrogance. He wanted Kripa in a way he never thought he would want anyone. But she would never forgive him after all the things he had said to her today.

"We're screwed," Alliyah muttered.

Angad propped himself against a tree after dry-heaving for a few minutes and nodded. "She will never forgive me for what I just said, and I don't blame her."

"What are we going to do?" she asked as she tore a leaf from the tree behind her.

Angad uttered the words he never would've thought of saying. "I don't know."

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Kripa sat on her bed, in her own private dorms, fresh from a shower and in her sleeping clothes. She couldn't help the torrent of tears that were falling from her eyes. The things he had said to her had cut deep.

He knew it and the bas***d had said them anyway. She had said some hurtful things too, but she had felt wounded and Angad had bloody well deserved them. She looked at her nightstand and found herself looking at the picture of her and Angad together.

It had been taken a few weeks ago, after his football victory. She had ran to him and jumped into his arms. He had wrapped her in his embrace and they had kissed. The couple in the picture were hugging right now, and the sight made her feel even worse.

There was a knock at her door and she got up to answer it, swiping furiously at the tears on her face. Seema and Kareena were there. "Do you want a little company?" asked Seema.

What came to mind was a big "no," but she couldn't do that to her friends. Instead she nodded and opened the door wider. They walked in and sat on her bed. "We heard about what happened. I told Seema that we should've told you, but she said it was best that we didn't," Kareena said as she looked at her friend nervously.

Kripa's eyes darkened. "You two knew that he was going out with Alliyah and you didn't tell me?"

Seema thrust out a bouquet of flowers before there was any blood shed. More importantly, their blood. "We're sorry, but we thought it was for the best!"

"Giving me flowers isn't going to make it up to me!" Kripa ground out, noting that it was her favorite flowers. Vanilla Orchids. Those were the very first flowers Angad had ever given her and she had loved them since. He gave her a bouquet on every monthly anniversary from the very first month they had started dating. The thought brought spilled a tear from her cheek that she wiped away quickly as she took the flowers from her friend.

"These aren't from us," Kareena hummed happily.

Kripa eyed them warily. "Who are they from?"

"Me," said a voice as he opened the door.

"Angad," Kripa breathed.

"Kripa," he said softly.

"And we're leaving. Just don't kill us, Kripa! This wasn't our fault!" Seema said as she hauled off Kareena, who was staring at the ex-couple eagerly. They left and shut the door behind them.

Kripa dropped the beautiful bouquet in the waste basket, her eyes narrowing as she turned her back to Angad. "Shouldn't you be off kissing, Alliyah, or the whole school's population of females?" she asked darkly, her eyes watering again.

Angad sighed; she wasn't going to make this easy at all. "I'm sorry," he said before he lost his courage.

Kripa stopped and turned to look at him. Once upon a time he had swore to her that he would never apologize for anything he had ever done, or to anyone for that matter. She turned to look at him coolly, the desire to cry receding.

"Sorry about what?"

"About everything," he said calmly. "For not trusting you, for bringing up past prejudices. For not being able to love you the way you deserve." His eyes were sincere and open.

The last words stopped Kripa's heart completely. "Loving me?" They had only spoken of love that once when the got together by the lake, but he never told her he loved her after that. She knew that there was something resembling love between them, but she had been scared to be the first to say it, in case he didn't say it back or didn't feel it anymore.

Angad nodded, stepping forward to take her hands into his and getting to his knees. "I love you, and I didn't mean any of the things that I said. I'm sorry; I was a bloody fool and an idiot. There is nothing going on between me and Alliyah. She's very much in love with Manik. It has taken me so long to realize that Karthik means nothing to you, and it was hard, but I can see it now."

"Angad," she said softly, her voice cracking.

He shook his head, halting her words. "You were right. I was afraid. I was scared because you have been the one thing in my life that has been a constant. Not to mention that you were the purest person I have ever known. I was afraid that I would corrupt your purity, somehow ruin you. I don't deserve you," he murmured as he kissed her knuckles and the tips of her fingers.

"Yes you do," she said in a voice choked with tears. "Because you have good in you. I'm sorry I was so stubborn about Karthik, but he's my friend, just like Prithvi and Josh. I had a crush on him when I was fourteen, but it never went beyond that," she said as she fell to her knees to join him. "I'm sorry," she said.

Angad nodded. "I feel sorry for Manik, but the guy has got to know that you're all mine."

Kripa laughed softly, and Angad's heart soared at the sound of it. He didn't want to make her cry. He really did believe that he didn't deserve her, but if he managed to make her even as remotely happy as he was, then he would allow himself this. Her arms wound around his neck and she pressed her lips to his, surrendering herself.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Ditto," she said with a laugh when Angad looked at her in confusion. "That means I reciprocate it."

"Oh," he said before kissing her again, a smirk playing at his lips.

That night, no one left Kripa's dorm room, Kareena and Seema were the only witnesses to that.

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The sweet smell of banquet food filled the hall at the graduation ball. But the smells did nothing to make Kripa feel any better. She eyed roasted duck sitting in front of Prithvi and nearly gagged.

Josh looked at her in worry, she was nearly green. "You okay, Krips?" he asked.

"Yes," she lied as she stood. "I just need some fresh air," she said as she darted towards the main doors and outside.

Angad watched her go and noticed Harshini watching him. "Go to her. I think she has something she needs to tell you. And I wager that you've something to tell her too."

He smirked and nodded, giving his old friend a small smile before getting up and following Kripa. He found her in the gardens that were faintly reminiscent of the Halloween Social with the flowers and the statues.

She was sitting on a stone bench, rubbing her temples slowly. A beautiful smell hit her senses and she opened her eyes and looked around in surprise. All around her, the bushes had sprouted vanilla orchids, and fire flies were dancing above them.

That was when she saw him standing across from her, a few feet away.

"What's all this?" she asked.

Angad brought the hand behind his back out and a bouquet of flowers fell into her lap. Kripa picked them up and noticed something glittering in the center. She reached in and plucked out a slender ring made of silver and with red rubies all around it. She started to speak when Angad pulled her up by her hands and held them.

"Will you do me the immense honor of becoming Kripa Khanna?" he asked as he slipped the engagement band onto her finger.

Kripa bit her lip and nodded. "Yes," she said as her voice cracked. "Of course I will!" she cried as she hugged him and then kissed him tenderly.

They both jumped when there was a tremendous cheering all around them, and they looked up to see students and teachers clapping. "It's about time!" Prithvi Bose said with a loud whistle.

"Did you make this public?" Kripa asked in amusement.

"No," Angad replied. "Hell, I'm going to kill Harshini for this."

"No you won't," Harshini called. "You're going to be too happily married to take time off to kill me and get sent to jail."

Kripa laughed softly and then noticed Seema and Kareena making hand movements at her. She shook her head. This was too public to tell him her news, she had wanted something private. Their mimes were getting ridiculously funny, so she sighed and nodded.

"Angad, there's something I want to give you too," Kripa said.

"Don't tell me that you were planning on proposing to me," he said with an amused smirk.

Kripa grinned and shook her head. "Hold out your hands," she said, taking the package Seema handed her.

Angad looked at her suspiciously but then did as she had told him. She handed him the package, it was a small package wrapped in silk. "What's this?" he asked.

"Open it," said Kripa excitedly.

He did, undoing the sash holding it closed. When the silk slid open, he was left gazing down at something he wasn't expecting. It was a little booted ensemble made of soft pastel green material. Small enough for a newborn baby. There was a note on top that said: From Daddy, To Baby.

His eyes were round when he turned to look at Kripa. "You're—?"

Kripa nodded and smiled widely. "Yes! Are you happy?"

Angad engulfed her in a hug. "Yes, baby, I'm the happiest man in the world," he murmured against the smooth skin of her neck.

Another round of cheers followed Kripa's present to Angad when they realized what it was with the help of Seema and Kareena.

And right there, in the center of a ring of friends and Vanilla Orchids, Kripa and Angad had never felt more at home.

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Author Note

Well, there you go, guys. That's it. There's the final part of Pyaar Mein Twist. Hope you enjoyed it. I do plan on writing a new fan-fic, so don't worry about this being the end of the troubles for Angad and Kripa! I wasn't planning on posting it today, but then I wasn't going to be able to post it tommorow so i posted it today. ANd due to this sudden decision I don't have everything ready for my new-fan-fic. I won't start it for a week or two, though. I am really busy and I want to get farther into Bhool Ja. When I start it, I will post the links up in my short story fan-fic(s) and Bhool Ja. Just giving you a heads up. Thanks to everyone who has liked this story. I love reading your opinions of my writing and they really inspire me. Thanks again, guys.

-Natasha