~*~Dosti~ ❤️ AK~*~{Prt 1,pg.3} - Page 2

hey hi

reallyy it amazinggggg plzzzzzz contuied soon

Originally posted by: wintersunshine

hey am totally luvin the concept and it's great dat angad and kripa are friends and i just cant wait till u start their actual love story cuz it's gonna be wierd for angad to fall in love with a guy - since kripa is more of a tom boy and one more thing don't u think that kripa is a lil young to fall in love well cuz she might get married na...but never knw wat u've planned so just wondering if it's gonna take leaps and stuff! Cuz i think that guys technically are not mature enough to fall in love at 16. well u havnt really mentioned angad's age here! ok now u might be thinking wat a crazy girl when will she shut up! srry for eating ur brain here but just totally luvin ur concept soo....hehe
anyways please pm me when you update...really looking fwd to reading a part

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Thnx for the comment. I actually enjoyed reading it, read it 3 times..lol..well I never even hinted at love did I? and no I don't think u'r a crazy girl babbling on, but just curious....ok m posting the part now so lets see.....i don't want to give anything away yet...nd technically guys much older than 16 are duds....but ya he's older....there will be leaps...oops like I said I might give something away enjoy...and write looong comments...i like reading them...<3

Part 1 Introductions

Ahh, this was pure bliss. Our new house was kind of extraordinarily large, in a good way. It also looked over the Arabian Sea. At least, my part of the house did. My room was on the third floor, which was half closed, half open balcony. The wing itself had been built to fit a small kitchen, living and bedroom with a built-in-bath. My dad had turned it into a large bedroom with an extra large bathroom and a small art studio. Oh, I forgot to mention that I paint/draw, it's one of my many hidden talents. Right now, I was sitting on one of those swinging chair thingies, sipping iced tea, just enjoying the peace, until angad barged in without knocking. I had probably left the door from my bedroom open. This floor had two staircases. One to my bedroom from the first floor and the other one, from the back yard came directly to the balcony. Angad, like I said is my best friend. Let me introduce you to him. He is what a normal, decent girl would call a player. He is a major flirt, and by the age of 17, he had practically gone out with all the girls in our former school. The pretty ones only, like he says. Ugh, gross. I prefer to use the term went out rather than mentioning the details, which would surely gross me out even more when I hear it from my own mouth. I shivered. I sometimes wonder why I am friends with him, but then angad is a generally nice guy, and he isn't shallow, like it might seem right now.

"Krips yaar, kabse bula raha hoon" he complained in his deep voice. It was still surprising that angad is only 18 considering his large built and his deep baritone voice. He had a lean body, with taut muscles. He was quite tall, about 6' 2", and had shoulders of a football player (not soccer but American football). Not to sound like a swooning girl but he had the body of a Greek god. His face wasn't less either, strong jaw, slightly crooked nose, courtesy to my strong fists. He had smoldering mocha eyes and a shock of dark brown hair that fell slightly across his forehead. "What?" I rolled my eyes for extra effects as I glared at him for ruining my perfect moment. He was wearing nothing but a pair of faded jeans. I gave him a dismissing glance without a word and he glared back at me. "Ok, ok. Tell me what's up?" I turned to him and gathered my knees between my arms. It wasn't really a big deal for me seeing either my brother or Angad without a shirt, because it was a regular. I should say that it's quite rude that they don't respect my innocence, meaning they don't cover up but I really don't care. I've see him shirtless so many times that it isn't much of a difference for me even if he's fully clothed.

"I need help. Ok, tell me the blue shirt or the black one?" He held out two fitted t-shirts in each hand. "Umm, the black one but why?" I questioned. Angad usually wore whatever he found, then why was he being a pain now? "Oh, I've god a date, my first one in Mumbai" he grinned shamelessly. My jaw dropped open in shock, I was not really surprised, considering... "Angad, it's only been six hours, aur tum abhi shuru ho gaye!" I guess he knew it was rather a statement than a question so he just kept on grinning, flashing all of his pearly whites. "Okay, one last questions? You haven't stepped out of the house yet, it was the airport, car then home, so how'd ya get to meet the unlucky girl? In the airport?" I asked and he smirked at my expression. I was sure my face mirrored what I felt right now, Disgusted. "Kripa, Kripa, Kripa, don't forget the air plane ride, I met her there" his words were matter-of–fact.

"Angad, you're so disgusting." I smiled at him and received his smile in return. "I know darling, that's why we're best friends." I smiled until his meaning hit me. I jumped up and lunged for him. "You, what did u say?" I was actually on top of him, sitting on his torso. I hit him with my small fists while he blocked his face. "Ouch, Krips, ahhhh" he grabbed my hands but I was too quick for him, I aimed for his slightly broken nose. I didn't really care if it might break completely this time, there was always surgery, and with all the money he carried, he could get a surgery and feed a small country for a year. Ok, maybe I was exaggerating, but you should see his wallet, I preferred his credit card myself.

I didn't actually hit him too hard, instead I let my fist slam on his shoulder and got up from his torso, straightening my clothes. Well, there wasn't much to straighten considering what I wore anyway. I had on loosely fitted jeans and a large, bulky sweatshirt that once belonged to angad or my brother, I wasn't sure. Who cared anyways? I hated to shop so I wore anything I could get my hands on from their closets.

"Kripa, I feel really bad for your husband," he mumbled while dusting his shirt, like there was any dirt here. "Well, angad, that'll teach you not to mess with Kripa Kapoor." I patted his cheeks and I ran, knowing fully well he was on my tail. "Ahhhh" I slid down the curvy banister made of marble that ended in the living room. Sweet, I loved this house already. "Kripa" I heard a booming voice. Shit. I turned to look at a tall man walking towards me from the white leather couch. He was tall with strong features and grey hair. Surya Kapoor had the eyes of a hawk and ears of a wolf. Shit again. He'd heard me. "Hi papa, aap kab aye?" I turned my daddy's girl charm on. Oh sorry, I forgot to mention that. That has been happening a lot today.

Well, anyways, my good girl charm works with all dads, even angad's dad, mostly him actually. I looked at my dad with big, innocent looking eyes. I could hear Angad's muffled laughter from the top of the stairs. Apparently, he'd caught up. "Kripa, maine kitni baar kaha hain ki dhyan se chalo karo, ab tum bachi nahi rahi" he reasoned. "Lekin Papa, maine kuch nahi kiya. Woh Angad" I turned to point at a baffled angad "mujhe tang kar raha tha aur phir maine use kuch kaha aur woh mere piche pad gaya." I looked up at my dad with bright eyes but it wasn't working. Apparently, I'd used it quite a few times this week. As if on cue, angad jumped beside me and said "uncle, iski koi galti nahi hain, hum to bas aise hi khel rahe the." Good, or else he would have regretted it. Dad just looked at us, smiled and walked away, he knew he couldn't blame one because the other would come to the rescue.

After he left, we both turned to look at each other and broke into a fit of laughter. "Shit, mujhe jaana hain. I'm late" he said and I shoved him with the lightest of force. "Break a leg" I joked and he left.

See what I mean, he isn't that bad. I went up the stairs to my room and turned on my laptop. I had to start on it now. I was researching as much as it was possible about St. John high school. I typed [St. John, Mumbai] in Google and clicked on the first link. The screen went blank then lighted up with a picture. Shit.

Gr8 update

thanks! for updating soon! so to start off with totally loved the part where krips is like daddy's girl chram! it was very good as for the first chapter i must say! i really can't wait until krips becomes a lil girly and u knw jealousy seeps into their relationship...datz gonna be fun muhahaha!
oh and btw was wondering hw frequently will u be updating this ff? do lemme know please

wqw wonderful continue soon let's see what's happening

gr8 udate..this FF is really interesting!! gr8 going!! love it already!!

hey...great part...love the relation that a-k share....wonder wen it turns to love

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