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CHAPTER 5
They had both known, their siblings had known, but had their parents known? Their secret love that they nurtured since both their childhoods. They had grown up with it and learned to love it together…but no one knew how they felt. Could they tell their families? Would they understand?
They thought about how their society would accept their two-sided love for their common beloved…music. (Haha, confused you guys didn't I? lol)
They had failed Chemistry, so one more credit was necessary for them to graduate in time. This could be a humanities or a business credit. Business runned in Angad's family and Kripa's dad was the professor so they both decided to take an artsy class instead.
They took 'Intro to Theatre Arts.' First class, Broadway. So, naturally they tested each student's vocal quality. First went Anjali (the slut from Angad's lap), she had an okay voice but she was overly boastin about it.
"So…like? We're like…getting parts today?" said the mindless Anjali, twisting her hair around her index finger.
"Yea Anjali…we're like…auditioning…and like…getting…like parts today…why do you…like…ask. I mean she just like said that…" Kripa said mocking her blonde tone of voice.
"I'm getting lead you know…" Anjali said quite matter-of-factly
"How do you know?" Kripa asked. Actually, Kripa knew the answer. Anjali thought she knew, but she didn't. Anjali WASN'T going to get the part, but Kripa wasn't going to kill her overly inflated spirit, so she hushed herself.
"Because I have the best voice here and I can dance…and I look amazing."
Kripa thought to herself 'You DON'T have the best voice, I know someone that can dance better…and you don't look any good with that fifty pounds of makeup and couple of inches of clothing.' She mentally snickered.
"What are you laughing at?" Anjali questioned, tilting her head to the side as dogs are often known for doing.
"Oh nothing."
Angad walked in with surprisingly a nervous look on his face. Kripa knew why.
"So how's the King of idiocracy?" Kripa asked jokingly. It was a fake one though, she knew she could come up with better insults but she still wasn't very comfortable with Angad since…the incident.
Angad sighed relief, 'Good, she forgave me.' He thought.
"Oh, I don't know. Depends on how Jhansi Ki Rani is doing…" He smirked
"Well, I'm sure she's fine now that you're here," She decided to mess with his head a little, or actually with Anjali's, "So how have you been doing, my love?" she then gave Angad a hug.
Angad already knew what she was doing so he decided to play along, "Oh fine, jaan," He wrapped his arms around her waist, "How is my girl doing?"
"Oh fine…I was WAY missing you last night." She giggled to herself.
"Oh yeah, me too. Maybe I should come over tonight…?"
"Yeah, sure go ahead. My parents aren't gonna be home so we can…" She looked mischievously. Angad was laughing his a** off on the inside meanwhile, Anjali was VERY confused.
"Again Kripa, you know what happened last time?!?!"
"What?" she said innocently.
"Our parents walked in on us while we were…" He swung his eyes toward a very confused Anjali, "studying." He finished.
Kripa was cracking up in her head. That was genius! She had to admit. 'He must really want to break up with this chick.'
"Uh huh. This time I'll remember to lock the door so that we can be alone when we are…studying." Kripa exclaimed.
"Yeah. Expect me there at 10 okay?" Angad smirked.
"Sure baby." Kripa smiled flirtatiously. Angad pulled her by the waist and pecked her on the lips. At first, Kripa was shocked but then she thought 'what the h***, why not.' As soon as Angad pulled away from the quick kiss, Kripa grabbed Angad and kissed him for a full-fledged 30 second (hey! Think about it, that's a pretty long time.) kiss on the lips. Kripa pulled back leaving Angad shocked. To both of their embarrassment, Anjali had left long ago…now the bystander was not a confused Anjali but an upset professor.
"AHEM. Attention students!" All eyes obeyed and fell on the calm but businesswoman like professor. Kripa gasped.
"MAUSSI!!!!" Surprised by the outburst, the professor turned her attention to a VERY excited Kripa.
"Kripu, good god, how big you've gotten!"
"Mausi, when did you come here from Bangalore?!?"
"Oh we'll discuss all that after class. And who is this dear?" she asked gesturing toward Angad who was holding onto her waist still, "Won't you introduce me to your boyfriend?" This made Kripa uncomfortable which had Angad very amused.
"This is…um…" Kripa stumbled upon her words
"Angad, Kripa's boyfriend. She's just being shy *whispers* her parents don't know about us, is liye vo thoda sa sharmaa rahi hai."
"Well, it can be understood, her father was the best sharp shooter in college, I bet he's still got killer aim." The professor said.
Angad gulped in fear, maybe messing with Kripa wasn't the best idea.
"Nah Smiti mama, Papa's chilled out a lot since chutki was born. But yeah, he still has killer aim." She laughed off the remark. 'Smiti mama' then left to attend to other students.
"Umm yeah, you never told me your father was a sharp shooter, Kripa."
"You never told me you were my boyfriend."
"Well I am since we're going out."
"Huh?"
"The dance…?"
"Oh yeah, we're still going together…"
"Unfortunately yes, since you ruined all my chances with Anjali. I'm sure she's broken up with me now anyways."
"It's okay…she was a slut anyways. There are a million whores here, you'll find someone."
"Oh, I don't need one: I have you instead."
"WHAT?!?!?"
"I didn't say anything."
"ANGAD KHANNA!" The professor yelled, "Audition time, what will you performing?"
"Huh, my name was last on the list, how am I up yet?" Angad asked.
"Everyone else has auditioned except you and Ms. Sharma." 'Smiti mama' said.
"Oh that's wonderful because me and Kripa will be performing a duet."
"Pardon me?" Kripa raised an eyebrow.
"C'mon Kripa."
They both came on to stage and had to sing a cappela. Kripa stood there awkwardly as Angad smiled mischievously. He opened his mouth and sweet rhythm came out. He began to sing.
Ay hey ay hey ay ayey
Ay hey ay hey ay ayey
Tumhe pata to hoga
Tumhi pe mein fida hoon
Tumhe hai jab se chahan
Hawanon mein udhta hoon
Tumhein mere har pal mein
Tum aaj mein tum kal mein
Hey shona, hey shona
Hey shona, hey shona
He looked at Kripa with fake admiration. This made her angry, angry that he chose this song, angry that he was teasing her. It was the female turn to sing.
Tumhein pata to hoga
Ke mere dil mein kya hai
She glared at Angad while singing. She circled him as she sang.
To lo, ke hi dete hoon
Kabhi nahin jo kaha hai
This was her favorite song, but right now she felt like burning a hole through Angad for making her sing it like this,
Tum hi mere har pal mein
Tum aaj mein tum kal mein
While circling him, Angad grabbed her hand. Kripa pretended to smile as she stepped on his foot.
Hey shona, hey shona
Hey shona, hey shona
The audience could see their battle and was laughing in amusement as they performed. Kripa's voice was crystal clear as she hit every note with ease and Angad's voice carried perfect harmony with hers. Everyone knew they could dance too. Right that second, they were the envy of every student in the classroom.
"Okay, okay. Mr. Khanna and Ms. Sharma. That will be quite more than enough. Please return to your seats."
They obeyed.
"We will be peforming a play, broadway style. We have not decided which one yet, but it shall be a romantic comedy with tragic undertones. I have already selected the main leads. Main lead male will be played by Mr. Khanna, a deep alto but not quite tenor. And a higher soprano, Ms. Kripa Sharma will play female lead."
Kripa and Angad groaned.
"Great, I'm to act opposite this ape? Wonderful." Kripa.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." Angad sighed.
"This project will need extensive rehearsal. And I will break the class into 4 groups. Angad and Kripa will lead the first group, Aaliya and Josh the second group, Tina and Ranjit will lead the third group and the last groups wil be responsible for choreography: and they will leaded by Anjali and Sujal.
"Hello, umm Ma'am? Can we pop, lock, and drop it?" Anjali asked excitedly
"Oh my god, I have to dance like a slut?" Kripa exclaimed
"This is gonna be…great…" laughed Angad.
~Not very long, but you guys know the deal. Can I have some REAL criticism, because I don't know where I'm going with this till I get some REAL comments? Thank you much!~kIrAn...E>GA<3 39273.4691203704
They had both known, their siblings had known, but had their parents known? Their secret love that they nurtured since both their childhoods. They had grown up with it and learned to love it together…but no one knew how they felt. Could they tell their families? Would they understand?
They thought about how their society would accept their two-sided love for their common beloved…music. (Haha, confused you guys didn't I? lol)
They had failed Chemistry, so one more credit was necessary for them to graduate in time. This could be a humanities or a business credit. Business runned in Angad's family and Kripa's dad was the professor so they both decided to take an artsy class instead.
They took 'Intro to Theatre Arts.' First class, Broadway. So, naturally they tested each student's vocal quality. First went Anjali (the slut from Angad's lap), she had an okay voice but she was overly boastin about it.
"So…like? We're like…getting parts today?" said the mindless Anjali, twisting her hair around her index finger.
"Yea Anjali…we're like…auditioning…and like…getting…like parts today…why do you…like…ask. I mean she just like said that…" Kripa said mocking her blonde tone of voice.
"I'm getting lead you know…" Anjali said quite matter-of-factly
"How do you know?" Kripa asked. Actually, Kripa knew the answer. Anjali thought she knew, but she didn't. Anjali WASN'T going to get the part, but Kripa wasn't going to kill her overly inflated spirit, so she hushed herself.
"Because I have the best voice here and I can dance…and I look amazing."
Kripa thought to herself 'You DON'T have the best voice, I know someone that can dance better…and you don't look any good with that fifty pounds of makeup and couple of inches of clothing.' She mentally snickered.
"What are you laughing at?" Anjali questioned, tilting her head to the side as dogs are often known for doing.
"Oh nothing."
Angad walked in with surprisingly a nervous look on his face. Kripa knew why.
"So how's the King of idiocracy?" Kripa asked jokingly. It was a fake one though, she knew she could come up with better insults but she still wasn't very comfortable with Angad since…the incident.
Angad sighed relief, 'Good, she forgave me.' He thought.
"Oh, I don't know. Depends on how Jhansi Ki Rani is doing…" He smirked
"Well, I'm sure she's fine now that you're here," She decided to mess with his head a little, or actually with Anjali's, "So how have you been doing, my love?" she then gave Angad a hug.
Angad already knew what she was doing so he decided to play along, "Oh fine, jaan," He wrapped his arms around her waist, "How is my girl doing?"
"Oh fine…I was WAY missing you last night." She giggled to herself.
"Oh yeah, me too. Maybe I should come over tonight…?"
"Yeah, sure go ahead. My parents aren't gonna be home so we can…" She looked mischievously. Angad was laughing his a** off on the inside meanwhile, Anjali was VERY confused.
"Again Kripa, you know what happened last time?!?!"
"What?" she said innocently.
"Our parents walked in on us while we were…" He swung his eyes toward a very confused Anjali, "studying." He finished.
Kripa was cracking up in her head. That was genius! She had to admit. 'He must really want to break up with this chick.'
"Uh huh. This time I'll remember to lock the door so that we can be alone when we are…studying." Kripa exclaimed.
"Yeah. Expect me there at 10 okay?" Angad smirked.
"Sure baby." Kripa smiled flirtatiously. Angad pulled her by the waist and pecked her on the lips. At first, Kripa was shocked but then she thought 'what the h***, why not.' As soon as Angad pulled away from the quick kiss, Kripa grabbed Angad and kissed him for a full-fledged 30 second (hey! Think about it, that's a pretty long time.) kiss on the lips. Kripa pulled back leaving Angad shocked. To both of their embarrassment, Anjali had left long ago…now the bystander was not a confused Anjali but an upset professor.
"AHEM. Attention students!" All eyes obeyed and fell on the calm but businesswoman like professor. Kripa gasped.
"MAUSSI!!!!" Surprised by the outburst, the professor turned her attention to a VERY excited Kripa.
"Kripu, good god, how big you've gotten!"
"Mausi, when did you come here from Bangalore?!?"
"Oh we'll discuss all that after class. And who is this dear?" she asked gesturing toward Angad who was holding onto her waist still, "Won't you introduce me to your boyfriend?" This made Kripa uncomfortable which had Angad very amused.
"This is…um…" Kripa stumbled upon her words
"Angad, Kripa's boyfriend. She's just being shy *whispers* her parents don't know about us, is liye vo thoda sa sharmaa rahi hai."
"Well, it can be understood, her father was the best sharp shooter in college, I bet he's still got killer aim." The professor said.
Angad gulped in fear, maybe messing with Kripa wasn't the best idea.
"Nah Smiti mama, Papa's chilled out a lot since chutki was born. But yeah, he still has killer aim." She laughed off the remark. 'Smiti mama' then left to attend to other students.
"Umm yeah, you never told me your father was a sharp shooter, Kripa."
"You never told me you were my boyfriend."
"Well I am since we're going out."
"Huh?"
"The dance…?"
"Oh yeah, we're still going together…"
"Unfortunately yes, since you ruined all my chances with Anjali. I'm sure she's broken up with me now anyways."
"It's okay…she was a slut anyways. There are a million whores here, you'll find someone."
"Oh, I don't need one: I have you instead."
"WHAT?!?!?"
"I didn't say anything."
"ANGAD KHANNA!" The professor yelled, "Audition time, what will you performing?"
"Huh, my name was last on the list, how am I up yet?" Angad asked.
"Everyone else has auditioned except you and Ms. Sharma." 'Smiti mama' said.
"Oh that's wonderful because me and Kripa will be performing a duet."
"Pardon me?" Kripa raised an eyebrow.
"C'mon Kripa."
They both came on to stage and had to sing a cappela. Kripa stood there awkwardly as Angad smiled mischievously. He opened his mouth and sweet rhythm came out. He began to sing.
Ay hey ay hey ay ayey
Ay hey ay hey ay ayey
Tumhe pata to hoga
Tumhi pe mein fida hoon
Tumhe hai jab se chahan
Hawanon mein udhta hoon
Tumhein mere har pal mein
Tum aaj mein tum kal mein
Hey shona, hey shona
Hey shona, hey shona
He looked at Kripa with fake admiration. This made her angry, angry that he chose this song, angry that he was teasing her. It was the female turn to sing.
Tumhein pata to hoga
Ke mere dil mein kya hai
She glared at Angad while singing. She circled him as she sang.
To lo, ke hi dete hoon
Kabhi nahin jo kaha hai
This was her favorite song, but right now she felt like burning a hole through Angad for making her sing it like this,
Tum hi mere har pal mein
Tum aaj mein tum kal mein
While circling him, Angad grabbed her hand. Kripa pretended to smile as she stepped on his foot.
Hey shona, hey shona
Hey shona, hey shona
The audience could see their battle and was laughing in amusement as they performed. Kripa's voice was crystal clear as she hit every note with ease and Angad's voice carried perfect harmony with hers. Everyone knew they could dance too. Right that second, they were the envy of every student in the classroom.
"Okay, okay. Mr. Khanna and Ms. Sharma. That will be quite more than enough. Please return to your seats."
They obeyed.
"We will be peforming a play, broadway style. We have not decided which one yet, but it shall be a romantic comedy with tragic undertones. I have already selected the main leads. Main lead male will be played by Mr. Khanna, a deep alto but not quite tenor. And a higher soprano, Ms. Kripa Sharma will play female lead."
Kripa and Angad groaned.
"Great, I'm to act opposite this ape? Wonderful." Kripa.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." Angad sighed.
"This project will need extensive rehearsal. And I will break the class into 4 groups. Angad and Kripa will lead the first group, Aaliya and Josh the second group, Tina and Ranjit will lead the third group and the last groups wil be responsible for choreography: and they will leaded by Anjali and Sujal.
"Hello, umm Ma'am? Can we pop, lock, and drop it?" Anjali asked excitedly
"Oh my god, I have to dance like a slut?" Kripa exclaimed
"This is gonna be…great…" laughed Angad.
~Not very long, but you guys know the deal. Can I have some REAL criticism, because I don't know where I'm going with this till I get some REAL comments? Thank you much!~
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