Kripa reaches Khanna enterprises....and preceeds inside.
Kripa is first on the list and so she is called inside and she confidently wins the manager's heart.
After her interview Kripa sets off to go home...silently praying that she gets the job at Khanna industries because not only is it a more reputable company but also the job post of the fashion designer is much better than answering calls ya maybe a well-known company but the job doesn't heed any skills and she wants a challenging job.

(Both Khanna Industries and Kapoor Enterprises are fashion houses or comapnies you might say)

Angad reads through all applicant files and finds the designs of Ms.Sharma of excellence, he pages his secretary and tells her to fix this post with Ms.sharma.

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After a long time, I got time to continue, so here it goes....
The next morning, Kripa awakens to the sudden buzzing of her alarm clock, and realizes that she has to get up, so she quickly gets up, brushes her teeth, showers, gets dressed, goes into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her family.
As Kripa is setting the table, the telephone rings...brrring....brriing
Kripa looks around, and groans to see no one around to answer the phone, so she picks it up
Kripa gasping for breath- as she was running:Hello
other line: hello, kya hum Ms. Kripa Sharma se baath kar sakthe hai?
Kripa curious: jee boliye
other line: congratulations, Ms. Kripa Sharma apko humari company mai, yaani Khanna Enterprises mai fashions designer ka post milgaya hai
Kripa surprised and happy, all at once: kya...mera mathlab hai thank you...thank you so much, mai kabse kaam par asakti hoon?
other line: aaj do bajje se
Kripa excited: ofcourse, mai teek do bajje pohch jaongi
other line: teek hai, bye
then cuts the line
Kripa about to say another round of thanks, is shocked to hear a beeping noise at the other end, she puts the phone down, nonchantly, just too happy to care for the utter rudeness of whomever she was talking with.
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Kripa finishes setting breakfast, and is frustrated to see no one down yet, placing her wrists on her hips, she stomps upstairs, and walks into Anitah's room,
pulling of the covers, Kripa shakes Anitah
Kripa: Anitah utto
Anitah sleepily: kya dids, sone do na, kya subhe subhe jagare ho
Kripa: Anitah, aat bajre hai, college jaane ka iraada hai ya nahi
Anitah grumpily: nahi!
Kripa gives up, then a jug of water lying on Anitah's bedside table, catches her eye, she casually picks up the jug, and counts to three, seeing no signs of movements, there goes cold water splashing onto Anitah's face...
A second later, a scream worse than a howl....echoes throughout the house.
Kripa:maine kaha tha na utto, par tum nahi utti, ab uska natheeja toh tumne dekhi liya na?
saying this Kripa goes off to wake up the rest
Anitah picks up a dry towel and wipes her self, cursing her forever bad mornings
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After college, Kripa catches a bus home, hurries upstairs, she flings her bag on her bed, and changes into a sleeveless yellow salwar kameez, puts on dangling silver earrings, a tiny silver bindi, colors her lips with a rosy pink shade of lip gloss, slinging her purse onto her shoulders, she scurries downstairs, to catch a bus.
Kripa waits behind a long que of people, waiting for their bus to arrive, Kripa ties up her hair, feeling hot from head to toe, because the weather was so hot and if that was better she was standing under the glare with thirty other people for half an hour.
Kripa leans on one toe then the other, trying not to be impatient and fidegety,at a dustance she sees their bus ticky tacking along the track-filled street, and waves a sigh of relief, whilst looking around, something catches her eye, she looks back and to her horror, she sees a tiny frail child crossing the road, oblivous to the black merc preceeding toward him second by second, Kripa worried, looks at her bus and then the child, then makes her choice, she dashes onto the road and pulls the child away from, the road, causing both the child and her to land up in a pile of dust. They both get up, dusting themselves, Kripa watches her bus drive away.
The child: thank you, aunty
Kripa looks into the child's innocent, forlorn face, and holds his tiny face
Kripa: yeh thank you, vyank you, nahi chaltha hai dosti mai
child confused: dost? par hum abhi toh meele hai, aur hum ek doosre ka naam bhi nahi jaanthe hai
Kripa: toh teek hain na, mera naam Kripa hain aur tumhara?
child: Angad
Kripa: wow , nice name, toh Sisil yeh tumhare liye chocolate hain, meri teri nayee dosti keliye
Angad: woh...thank you
Kripa:hmmm
Angad: sorry, no thank you
Just then a voice calls out: Angu....beta tumhe kuch chot toh nahi ayee
Kripa turns around to see a middle-aged man hurrying forward
The man looking at Kripa with grateful eyes: beti, aaj tum nahi hoti to najane kya hojatha
Kripa: essa math kahiye, yeh bhagya ki baath hai,waqt ne yeh chaha to essa hua,
The man: nahi nahi beti, aaj tumne humare bete ki jaan bachali, yeh toh tera badapan hai ki tu essa kehri hai
Kripa: nahi yeh to koi bhi karsaktha hai, acha ab mai chalti hoon
The man: jee
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Angad narrows his eyes, watching the hour hand on his quartz watch mark three o'clock, Angad gets up from his puffed up, black leather swirling chair, and pages his scretary to come in
A minute later, his secretary, comes in: yes sir, sir apne bulaaya
Angad tightly: Nenka, Ms. Kripa Sharma ko kitne bajje bulaaya gaya tha?
Nenka nervously wipes the sweat on her palms on her crisp white linen skirt, : sir, maine nahi, Mr. Rastogi ne unse baath ki thi, aur unhone..ka..
Angad cuts her off, Mr. Rastogi ko abhi bulvao...

lots of love
Soni