I am so sorry guys. I was having a bit of a writers block and I had absolutely no clue what to write but then I found that I hadn't posted this which I had written ages ago so this is kind of a consolation part.
I was thinking that if you don't mind, I may not update for a week or two but then after that ill start updating everyday. I need the week to get a head start in case I do this again.
I do kind of have an excuse though as I was in India for my cousin's wedding for a bit. But that was a little while ago which I ended with the last small part. My brother has been having his exams (which ended today) and u have no idea how hard it is to get the computer when even your parents favour your brother and I have had a backlog of work from the time ive been off but I cant really excuse this long a wait.
Please tell me if you are ok with me taking another week off. I feel so so so bad but I can't really do anything about it. Oh and also tell me if you want the part after this to be in detail or just in short so that the story starts moving again.
Lastly, I don't think that I could pm anyone for this part, if anyone could pm for me ill be gratefull. I was trying to make it so that all of you hate what Angad's done as well and support Kripa but I think I may have gone overboard with that as I am now finding it hard to excuse his behaviour and to excuse why she let him off so lightly. Anyways, here is the part:
Part (I still don't know what it is. don't worry ill sort it out in this week or next week):
"Oh so you are crying. Dammit I should be the one crying. I guess you have not even spared that luxury for me! Well never mind' I'll have another'" He said whilst advancing towards her once again as if she was his prey. He trapped her between his arms on the bed. All that was left to hear now was the high pitched scream of a desperate woman calling for help who seemed to be losing all of the happiness in the life ahead of her' but it was too late'
Kripa woke up the next morning to the sound of a motorbike roaring away. It was Angad's. The familiar feeling of loss struck her as it usually does when he leaves but then terror gripped her as she realized where she was and in what state. The confusion was filled by the remembrance of last night's unwanted memories. Kripa, at 21, had been scarred for life! A tremor went through her, then another- this time releasing a whimper with it. Soon enough, a whole series of sobs gripped her delicate frame as she shook in self-pity, self-disgust and heartbreak.
She did not know how long she sat there, letting everything out till there was nothing left cry out. She resembled a rag doll puppet laying in it's usual state'waiting for somebody- it's master, to take control and bring life into her. But this rag doll had a difference- she knew that nobody, could ever bring life into her, and the one person who could' had left forvever and she wouldn't let him back in her life even if he wanted to. She knew it was wrong but she did not actually cry for what happened to her' but the fact that Angad had left her life. Some part of her still wanted him back, some part of her was raging, some part of her that was devastated and there was some part of her' that was indifferent, that had died last night and showed no emotion towards anything or anyone. This part would accept death without hesitation, but would carry on with life with indifference too, not caring about love, comfort or anything else a woman needs for a life' well a real life.
Unfortunately, this part was also open to death and it Kripa's mind, it seemed that that was going to win'she would commit suicide.
But first, she would say goodbye to her maa. She could not leave her alone in this world without a single word, sepecially when her maa was her only support and had done so much for her in these past few years. She had done so much for Kripa and to leave her was a sin.
She looked into the cuboards wincing as she remembered the past. Whenever Armaan was in England, s they had a sleepover at Angad's place and Kripa would join resulting in unending teasing for Kripa. Hence many of her clothes were here, as Angad did not want to part with them. Huh! He was such a good actor and he took care of every single detail. I have to admit; I thought he really did love me. But my love'wasn't fake. She suppressed tears and got dressed. She had to be strong or else maa would see through her faade easily.
She got changed quickly and walked to her house.
Itti Si Khushi Sab TV
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
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