Bewafa-LAST PART(pg.44)2nd to last(pg.43) - Page 28

i didn't find it but i will still continue today!

hey i am about to continue i just made something for a school project and i thought i would share it with you all!!
it is this pic: (what do you think??)

i am going to eat dinner and then conitnue!!

"Oh, darling, it looks wonderful!" cried Alliyah as she watched her best friend twirl in her wedding gown at the bridal shop one July morning, about a week after their article in the London Times was posted.

"Yes, it is beautiful. I'm so glad I picked this one…" sighed Kripa as a large grin spread across her face.

Kripa couldn't believe she was getting married…..again, to Zaib nonetheless.

"Oh my God!" came the voice of Kripa's other best friend, Anitha.

"What is it, Anitha?" asked Kripa with a worried look on her face.

"I can't believe what Prithvi's saying here! You used to be married to this guy, Kripa" stated Anitha.

"Anitha, I told you, I never dated Prithvi…and the only guy I married was….."

"No, not Prithvi, this guy! The one in the paper!" cried Anitha.

"Let me see that," said Kripa. Kripa snatched the paper out of Anitha's hands, and gasped.

Kripa managed to trip off of the fitting stool, and she heard a loud tear, but wasn't very mindful of it. Kripa was too busy reading the article.

PRITHVI TELLS; ANGAD BIG HELP.

Prithvi, today, mentions to London Times reporter, Justine Smith, "If not for Angad Khanna, I doubt I ever would've been able to figure out how to kill my 'father'"

Angad Khanna, Son of the deceased right hand man of the enemy, Dillip Khanna, never seemed to be the type to aid the government and fight against the enemy himself. Prithvi assures us, "Angad's reasoning for helping the FBI is justifiable, to the human heart."

Kripa then looked at up the large school photo of Angad. Kripa saw the glint in his eye that she had almost forgotten, and looked down at the floor, completely unaware that she was on the ground, and that there was now a large tare in her dress.

"Oh, Kripa, now it's ruined!" cried Anitha. Kripa looked at her friend with a sort of confusion.

"What? Oh, the dress. No problem we will get it tailored!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~

Angad entered his living room once again to find the London Times sitting on his coffee table. Angad had been alone the night previous, and hoped to find company in the pub on the outskirts of town a little bit later. Angad lifted the paper, and reddened with anger.

"What the bloody hell is this?" asked Angad to himself.

Angad read the article, and it stated how he had helped Prithvi defeat the Dark Lord, how Angad encouraged him, and how he had taken a wound to the side in order to help the FBI.

If you speak to any of their former classmates, it is likely that they will say that Prithvi and Angad hated each other, and even if that is the truth, they managed to help each other in ways that many of us would never imagine.

"Ugh, I'm going to kill that idiot Prithvi…" mumbled Angad in a slight rage.

Angad stupidly threw his half full mug of coffee on the couch, and it spilled all over.

"Shit, it's ruined…" Angad stated monotonously

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~

Kripa,
Having lunch with parents. I'll be home in a few hours.
Love,
Zaib

Kripa read the note that Zaib had placed on the fridge, and slumped on to her couch. She stared at the article again, and then at the picture. Kripa couldn't believe her eyes. She had no idea that Angad had helped the FBI that much, and also couldn't believe that Prithvi hadn't told her in the seven years he had known.

Kripa tied her hair back, and began to do the household chores. If anything could distract her from reading, it was cleaning.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~

Great. Now she knows. Thanks, Prithvi… thought Angad as he threw the paper away except for the front page, which was containing his article.

Angad read the article again, and shuddered. Angad wondered if Kripa even cared, but he decided to avoid the subject in his mind, and placed two pieces of bread into the toaster.

Angad ruffled up his hair, and looked back at the photo album he had been looking at a week previous, and decided to pick it up and look through it in the two minutes while his toast cooked.

Angad looked at all of his pictures of when in school, and noticed how angry, how cold he looked.

I was a miserable boy I guess… thought Angad. Then he flipped through the others.. He avoided the photo of himself and Kripa as best as he could, but he did look at all of the others.

Angad noticed after a couple of years, there was a certain happiness about him, and he knew why.

Kripa…

Angad then looked at more pictures, and noticed that he was even happier, if that were at all possible…

What's wrong with me? It's been seven years, Angad, get over it… Angad thought as he continued to stare at his photos.

When he saw photos taken in the past seven years, he looked just as miserable as ever.

Angad finally got the nerve to look at the Kripa photos, and realized, he needed her.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~

Kripa's mind began to race as she scrubbed each and every dish. Why couldn't she get her mind off of Angad lately? I mean, come on, just because he's in the paper once or twice…

There was also her constant dreaming about him. Although Kripa did indeed love Zaib, she noticed her mind would leave him while she slept, and run off with Angad down memory lane. The dreams she had were not only memories though. Once in a while, a long while it would normally be, she would dream of a current romance, of engagement, and marriage, and even as far as children with her first love.

Those dreams… thought Kripa, are ludicrous.

When Kripa realized she could just get the maid to make the dishes clean, although she had a bad habit of not doing so, she stopped and sat down on her couch again. She stared at the Angad article on the table, and then decided to hide it somewhere. Something told her she couldn't throw it away, but she didn't want Zaib going mad over it either.

Kripa placed it somewhere that she knew Zaib would never go.

In the vegetable cabinet.

Kripa heaved out a long sigh, and sat down on the couch, and lifted up a new book, Getting married; a book about fun wedding ideas.

Suddenly, about an hour into her reading, Zaib came in suddenly, and whispered to the servent, "Go and get my suitcase from upstairs!"

A suitcase that seamed to already be filled with clothes reached into Zaib's hand moments later, and Kripa looked at Zaib quizzically.

"Where are you going, Zaib?" asked Kripa.

"I have to go to Scotland. There seams to be some sort of enemy supporting weirdo over there who keeps claiming he can resurrect him, and it's scarring the Scottish right. I'll be back in a few days…" said Zaib. He kissed Kripa on the lips, and rushed out.

"I love you, Kripa. I'll be back soon," said Zaib. Kripa waved goodbye, and was actually some what pleased about Zaib's absence.

Good, thought Kripa. Then I don't have to worry about going to visit Angad on his plantation for a few days.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~

How will Angad react when Kripa suddenly arrives on his doorstep? Will he be happy? Sad? Nervous? Will Zaib find out about Kripa visiting her ex-husbandd? What will Kripa's friends think? Read on and find out!

Angad rubbed his scar once again, and suddenly, his heart began to pound. He didn't know why, but it began to pound loudly.

Some one was coming, and it would change his life forever.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~

Kripa was in a rush, and she didn't know why. She also didn't know why she didn't put all of her clothes in her suitcase by dumping them in, but instead packed them the in a nice way. Every trip she made back and forth between her dresser and her suitcase made her even more excited. Kripa had no idea why she chose to go see Angad, considering they hadn't seen each other for seven years.

She then ran to the vegetable cabinet, and grabbed the front page of the news paper that had Angad's photograph on it. She folded it, and placed it in her suitcase. She also placed every little trinket that Angad had ever given her, from every love note to every necklace.

She suddenly stopped when she looked at her ring finger once again. What am I doing? she thought. I'm supposed to be getting married, and I'm running off to see Angad!

Kripa sat down on her bed for a moment, and stared at her suitcase, half packed, and then looked around her bedroom. Photographs of herself, Zaib, and more of Zaib dawned the walls. There was nothing in this room that really reminded her of school or Angad.

Kripa thought that maybe Zaib had done this on purpose. Maybe to help Kripa forget Angad, and she felt that he had done a pretty good job in helping her forget.

Kripa lifted up the article again, and stared. Jasper came flying through the door cleaning frantically, and stared at his owner for a moment. Jasper knew Kripa was about to do something odd, and he knew that he felt that whatever she was doing, wasn't the right thing. Jasper gave Kripa a pat on the back, and looked deeply into her eyes.

"I have to do this, Jasper. It's the only way I can know for sure if I'm really ready to marry Zaib," said Kripa as she patted his hand. She told Jasper to take some days off because no one will be home.

"I heard about that plantation he built a few years ago from Priyal at the hospital…" said Kripa as she closed her dresser door. "Hopefully, i'll be able to find it, right Jasper?"

The servant gave a small nod of the head, and left her room. Kripa gave one quick glance at her servant, and continued to pack.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~

Angad had become board of sitting down on his couch, but he knew he couldn't run off to the pub just yet, it was only eleven thirty in the morning.

Something did seam to keep Angad in his home. After all, it was a reasonably nice day, he could be outside doing anything in all honesty. He could be driving around in his old car, he hadn't given that a go since a while, he could go to London simply to buy an ice cream, and come right back, but Angad sat in his house, and read. He read books that reminded him of Kripa. Poems and Sonnets about love, and friendship, and beauty.

Angad then heard a sudden tapping on his window, and it was his mailman, Octave.

Angad opened the window and let his letter flutter in to the room. Angad grabbed the letter off of the floor and thanked Octave.

The message was short, and seamed not to give much information, but Angad was hoping it meant what he thought it meant.

Ghosts are not what many of us think, Mister Angad. They don't always haunt us, they just come for a visit once in a while.

So does your past.

Angad grinned, and imagined that it meant that she would come back. That Kripa would come running to his doorstep, and tell him she still loved him no matter what…

But Angad realized how stupid he sounded, and threw the note in the trash along with the newspaper, assuming it was junk mail.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~

Kripa checked, re-checked, and checked again that she had everything she would need. She grabbed on her suitcase, and made sure she was braced for the trip.

Kripa thought to herself over and over again.

Angad Plantation, Angad Plantation…

And after about an hour of driving around the middle of nowhere the large plantation she landed.

Kripa slowly walked on to his porch, having no idea what to expect. Before she knocked on the door, she took a step back and examined the house.

It was very large, and Kripa thought this was quite odd. After all, you'd think after living in a huge mansion all of your life, you would likely be sick of living in large places, but Kripa chose to ignore this and examine the house's beauty. The house was a light green with white shutters, and it looked as if it had many rooms, considering the number of windows there were.

Kripa ultimately decided to stop procrastinating, and made a knocking motion toward the white door.

But something stopped Kripa. She was shocked to see that there was a strange emblem on the door. It had a heart on the door, but the heart was black.

Kripa grinned to herself, and almost knocked on the door once again.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~

Angad threw his book down, and breathed heavily.

No way… he thought. No way, she'll never come back to you. You screwed it up, Angad. You screwed it up and left for the mission, and she gave up waiting on you. She's in love with Zaib now, and there's nothing you can do about it. You can't change it, even if you go and find her yourself.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Ugh, bill collectors… thought Angad. Maybe if I pretend I'm not here, they'll go away…

They knocked again, and Angad sat where he was, silent.

The knocking persisted.

"Jesus bloody Christ, I'm coming!" yelled Angad. He slammed his fresh mug of coffee on the coffee table, and walked toward the door.

Angad put on his business face, and opened the door to the last person he expected.

Kripa.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~

What's Angad going to think of this? Is he going to take her in his arms like he's been wanting to, or will he be angry at Kripa for returning now that she is married? What's Zaib going to do when he finds out Kripa's staying at Angad Khanna's home? Read and find out!

Authours's note: Finally i know!! lol hope you enjoyed this part!! How did you all like where i ended😉😆😛

<3 natasha

i don't understand....when did they exactly get divorced?? did she not like just disappear frum angad's life??? how did they become aware of each others existence again??? post the next part soon.

Originally posted by: sweets

i don't understand....when did they exactly get divorced?? did she not like just disappear frum angad's life??? how did they become aware of each others existence again??? post the next part soon.

i can explain that. Angda went on this mission thing and he left and all. And then Kripa left immediatley after that to India because her mom died. her dad became abusive and he wouldn't let her leave. The beatings she got from her dad killed her the baby in her. Then one day she left and went to a homeless shelter where she found Zaib. THis is like 3 or 4 years later. Then he takes her back to London. No one knows where Angad is except Prithvi, Prithvi on Angad's words doesn't tell Kripa anything. THen a year later Zaib proposed to Kripa. Kripa said yes. THen it was put in the paper, and that is when Angad found out where Kripa is and that she is still alive. Kripa occasionally sees on Angad in the paper, but there isn't anything big and no picture. The wedding of Kripa and Zaib has been postponed because of financial issues. Now Prithvi can't keep quiet anymore and tells everything ANgad did and tells now he is in his London plantation. Kripa goes to his house because Zaib is in Scottland. (basically today's episode) They haven't rly officailly got a divorced but that doesn't matter in my story.......

I hope i cleared up your confusion!!

<3 natasha

awesome!!!! 👏 ...continue soon!!!!

that was wonderful part natasha
continue soon

thx happe, bollygirl, and sweets i am glad you all liked it!!! next part will be up tommorrow i promise!! i will just forget about that part i typed up!! 😭

thanx for clearing up my confusion...now i understand the story completely!