PEHCHAN (AK) 1-parts 1- 31 - Page 92

Originally posted by: namelesssr

Chalo, Angad got his practice of climbing pipes on the pretext of checking in on Kripa... I'm sure this is the first of man ascents 😊

The part where he doesn't disclose to Kripa that Prithvi was almost at her doors, and instead romances her, was touching...

Thank you Bheegi 🤗

thanks sup! Yes, ur right, this is the first of many ascents😆

Originally posted by: sangat

nice update ... Thank God Prithvi [the evil] Kripa se milne se pehle hi achi sahi jagah pochan gaya 😃Muskaan did a good job 👏 .. aww Angad 😳 kripa k liye kia kia nhi kiyaa 😆😆

Nice part anyway ..
Continue soon 😉

thanks sangat...ab kripa ki baari hai angad ke liye kuch karne ki😊

Originally posted by: Talha020

Hello Bheegi, 🥳🥳 Finally i completed all the 25 parts in just few days. Now i will try to keep myself updated with the upcoming parts. One thing need to mention here there were two quotes that i read in the recent parts of yours, they were really well quoted👏 there is one pain I often feel, that is caused by the absence of you (anonymous quote) "Ek baat bolun Kripa," Keerti raised her eyebrows, "in life, you don't always get what you deserve, but you get what you negotiate. Remember these words of wisdom and you will never fail to achieve what you want in life'." well said quotes Now I also start realizing that though it's still fiction but behind this fiction there are really the true realities of life, the human nature, his desires, his aims what he want to do and the paths he select for his own destiny, this story really reflects the world of our own. Coming over to the last part... Prithvi entered into the hostel by giving bribe to the security guard, but how did angad managed to climb the wall and reach into Kripa's room, aik girls hostel mein security tou bohut sakht hote hai, then how is it possible ke angad guard ke nazar se bach ke kripa ke room tak pohnch gaya. as you also mentioned that Mrs. Kreeti Shah is also very responsible in this regard then she should have proper arrangement of the security guards, aise to koi bhe kisi bhe ladki ke room mein dakhil ho sakta hai" I also lived in hostel and similarly well aware of the rules of girls hostel of our uni, there were always 3 or 4 guards on duty for hostel security and no male was allowed to wander around the premises of the hostel. So how was it possible for angad? sirf isliye ke wo hero tha aur hero ke liye har namumkin kam mumkin ho jata hai aur sari probs villan ke naseeb mein hotein hein, as I once read in my English book the chapter "Heroes and Heroines" in which hero tends to do anything to find his heoine, same is with Mr. Angad. 😕 Anyways, now I will also wait for the upcoming parts. Thanx Talha

Thanks Talha! You are so sweet to have read all the parts....thanks once again. I am glad u liked some of the quotes - as u said, i try to mix fantasy with reality wherever possible. Yes, angad's entering the hostel is again fantasy😆 after all wo hero hai😆 ...nahin hero nahin superhero hai😉

PART 26:

News of Prithvi's arrest spread like wildfire in Mumbai. Even though, the next day was a public holiday, August 15^th, India's Independence Day, the media had a field day reporting the arrest of business tycoon, Prithvi Sharma for breaking into a women's hostel and harassing it's staff.

Even the Sharma family was unaware of his arrest till they turned the news in the morning. The only person Prithvi had contacted from the jail was Simone, who had promised to get him bail first thing in the morning.

Suryabhan had a series of minor heart attacks when he heard the news. After contacting the police department and his acquaintances in the judicial system, he was informed, "sorry sir….aaj bail nahin ho sakti. Court holiday hai na sir. Haan aap chaahe tho apne bte se mil sakte hain."

Witnessing the drama unfold on TV, had driven all the Sharmas into panic mode.

"Dad…let's call the police commissioner," Kartik advised.

"What was Prithvi doing in the women's hostel?" Mishti interrupted, "phir koi chokri phansaa rahe the kya?" She asked, almost gleefully.

"I know why he was there," Rahul walked in, distressed and ashamed of his brother's terrorizing act in the hostel," Muskaan told me everything."

"Muskaan?" Suryabhan was taken aback, "how does she know? Humein kuch pata nahin aur ek bahar waali ko pataa hai?"

"Muskaan is ghar ki hone waali bahu hai Suryabhan," Gayatri finally broke her silence.

"Dad…Muskaan works at the same hostel. Bhaiyya was there because he wanted to meet Kripa bhabhi, but it was late and against the rules of the hostel, that's when he threw a fit and was arrested for harassing the staff." Rahul lowered his gaze, embarrassed to narrate his brother's, who he had idolized for years, act of humiliation.

"Kripa stays in a hostel now?" Suryabhan was at his wits end, the TV reporter added salt to his wounds, "YEH SAB KYA HO RAHA HAI?" He called his public relations officer at the company, "Tripathi saheb, yeh sab bandh kariye. Who leaked this information to the press?"

"Sorry sir, we have no idea. Kya Prithvi sir ki bail ho gayi?"

"Nahin! Aaj bail nahin ho sakti….after all it's a court holiday! Independence Day but my son has lost his freedom today," Suryabhan was furious, "just manage the press….make it sound like a case of mistaken identity."

"But sir, looks like there are a number of witnesses and then Kripa madam is also at the hostel. That gives legitimacy to the story."

"Mooh bandh kar do sabka!" Angry, Suryabhan slammed the phone.

"Aapke bte ko apne kiye ki sazaa mil rahi hai," Gayatri stood calmly next to her husband.

"I know Gayatri….but why make this a public tamasha? Kya zaroorat thi Kripa ko hostel mein jaane ki? Tumhari friend ka kya hua?"

"Kya zaroorat thi Prithvi ko hostel ke rules thodne ki?" Gayatri inquired, "I hope he understands that he can't bully his way everywhere. Kripa has not broken any rules."

"Oh God," Suryabhan wiped his brow, "theek hai….ab koi jao Kripa ko ghar le aao. Yeh tamasha aur din nahin chalna chaahiye." He glanced at all the faces in the living room. To his surprise, no one came forward; they all lowered their eyes, unwilling to undertake the task that Gayatri had so vehemently ordered them against.

"She will come home after she has divorced Prithvi." Gayatri replied.

"What? Kya matlab?" Suryabhan was shocked, "divorce?"

"Yes, we need to help her get a divorce and then she will come back as our daughter in law again."

"I don't understand what you are saying Gayatri. There is no logic in what you are saying."

"Yes there is….and that's called love."

"Love?"

"Yes, love. Your son, Angad and my daughter in law are in love. I want them to get married after her divorce with Prithvi."

Suryabhan's heart almost stopped this time, "what rubbish?"

Rahul, Kartik and Mishti were equally stunned.

"Main tho pehle hi kehti thi Angad aur Kripa ke beech mein koi chakkar hai," Mishti's crooked smile met with an ice cold expression from Gayatri.

"It's not rubbish. It's a fact. Sochiye, agar Prithvi se divorce ho jaata hai tho aapko apna khoya hua beta mil jaayegaa aur mujhey apni bahu." Gayatri stood firm.

"Gayatri," Suryabhan pondered, shutting his eyes, ruminating on the second shocking news of the day, "I would love to have Angad back….but..but how can I accept my daughter in law re marrying her brother in law? Yeh galat hai."

"Haan galat hai…lekin us galati se tho kum hai jo maine ki thi!" Gayatri could not control an outburst, "ghut ghut ke saalon jeena, kya wo sahi hai? Shaadi ke naam par ek khokhle rishte ko zinda rakhna, kya wo galati nahin hai? I don't want Kripa to suffer like I did. Yes, I have come to terms with my fate, perhaps because I never stopped loving you. It was my decision to get married to you, so I stuck with it, but Kripa deserves a second chance. Prithvi never loved her, and I doubt she ever felt the same way about him like she does about Angad. Prithvi aur Kripa ki shaadi hum logon ki zidd se huyi thi. She has a right to be happy, on her terms, with the man she loves."

Kartik, Rahul and Mishti were dumbfounded; never before had Gayatri been so vocal about her husband's infidelity and her years of suffering. Kartik and Rahul felt their eyes well up for their mother's pain.

"Dad…Angad is our brother. Hum sab ne uske saath theek nahin kiya. If Kripa loves him, she has a right to be happy too. I know Prithvi has always taken her for granted and never given her the attention a wife deserves," Kartik placed his arm around his mom, "and mom…..sorry for all the pain you have endured for us….hum jaante hain aapne yeh dard apne bachchon ki wajah se hi saha tha."

"Aur ab hum hi aapko dard de rahe hain," Rahul placed his head on his mother's shoulders, "dad hurt your feelings but bhaiyya has hurt the whole family, most of all Kripa bhabhi. We are with you mom…aap jaisa kahengi, hum waisa hi karenge."

Once again, Mishti found herself isolated in the family. In the past, she had blamed Kripa for her miseries, but today, even in her absence, it was she who found herself all alone. Without saying much, she retreated to her room, unsure of what to make of this new development in their lives.

A stunned and numb Suryabhan lost his balance and almost collapsed. Gayatri caught his arm and helped him rest his head on the couch, "sorry….main kuch zyaada hi bol gayi lekin aapko yeh sun na zaroori tha."

"You are right Gayatri. I have been very unfair to you. Maybe God is giving me a chance to redeem my mistakes. Batao," he sat up, unwavering this time, "how can I help Kripa? Waise Angad achcha ladka hai….I am proud of him…I hope he can keep Kripa happy."

"Thanks Suryabhan," she caressed his temples, "I know you are a good man…shayad iss liye tumhein kabhie chhod nahin paayi."

He smiled back, "thanks Gayatri."

"First and foremost, you need to change the will. I know Prithvi won't divorce Kripa unless his inheritance is detached from his marriage to her…..Angad will of course inherit an equal share, that way, Kripa will be taken care of too." She looke dup at her other two sons, "beta….aap logon ko koi objection tho nahin hai na?"

"Of course not mom…Angad deserves an equal share," Kartik replied firmly, "and I can't believe Prithvi wants to stay married to Kripa, just for the money! Sharam aati usey bhai kehne main."

"Mom…I have no objection," Rahul nodded, "we will do everything to help Kripa bhabhi and Angad."

"Shayad yeh sab dekh kar Prithvi mein kuck akal aa jaaye," Gayatri smiled back at her sons, "thanks beta….at least I don't feel like a total failure as a mom now."

"Mom!" Kartik and Rahul consoled Gayatri once again. "Dad…please call Mr. Chaturvedi as soon as possible," Kartik interjected, "I will convince Prithvi to divorce Kripa….yeh kaam jitni jaldi ho jaaye, utna achcha hai…warna yeh TV aur press waale hamara tamasha hi khada karte rahenge."

"I think that's a good idea. I will call Chaturvedi saheb today and change the will right away. Ab Prithvi ki bail bhi karwaani hai…..should we ask Shailendra? He might have connections."

"No Suryabhan, let's not bend the rules. I want Prithvi to be punished this time. Tumne aur maine use laad mein kabhie sazaa nahin di…..usee ka nateeja bhugat rahein hain hum…kaash bachpan mein humne uske saath sakhti barti hoti tho wo aaj ek haivaan nahin, insaan hota." Gayatri stopped her husband from taking any more obligations from Shailendra, "waise bhi Shailendra mujhey kabhie pasand nahin tha."

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"Hello, may I speak to Aradhana jee,"Angad called Dehradun at the crack of dawn, even before the headlines of Prithvi's arrest had hit the news channels. After overhearing Prithvi's conversation with Shailendra, Angad was sure that Shailendra played an equal, if not more crucial part in Kripa and his miseries. Even though he had tremendous respect for Aradhana, lately, he had had his doubts about her too. Was she really Kripa's well wisher or way too influenced by her politician husband?

"Haan main Aradhana bol rahi hoon. Aap kaun?"

"Hello didi…main Angad."

"Oh …Angad…itni subah subah? Sab theek tho hai na? Tum America se bol rahe ho?" She sounded surprised. He was relieved in a way that Aradhana was perhaps oblivious to her husband's spying activities.

"I am in Mumbai. In fact, I never moved back to the US."

"Oh really? Are you in touch with Kripa? Kaisi hai wo? Bahut din se phone bhi nahin aaya uska."

Her worried voice sounded as genuine as she had first appeared to him at her parent's funeral.

"She's fine. She lives in a Women's hostel now…working and studying both."

"Really? Achcha hua tumhara phone aa gaya….wo tho mujhey bhool hi gayi ho jaise," Aradhana complained.

"No didi. She has not forgotten you. Maybe she just doesn't trust you like she did before."

"Yeh kya keh rahe ho Angad?" Aradhana almost broke down, "I am her sister….almost like a mother to her."

"But you are also Shailendra's wife."

"Oh," She understood, "jaanti hoon….Kripa doesn't care for him."

"But Prithvi does. As a matter of fact, Prithvi and Shailendra have been in constant touch with each other. Agar koi Prithvi ko bhadka ta hai tho wo hai aapka pati, Shailendra," Angad clenched his jaws, "last night, Prithvi tried to break into her hostel and as a result, is in jail now."

"OH my God!" She exclaimed, "Is Kripa OK?"

"Right now she is, but if your husband keeps inciting Prithvi, I am pretty sure her life could be in danger."

"Aisa kabhie nahin ho sakta!"

"Yes, didi. Last night, Prithvi was completely drunk; he tried to attack me first and then rushed to Kripa's hostel. Who knows what he would have done to Kripa? I overheard him talking to your husband."

"Yeh Shailendra aur Prithvi ka rishta hi kuch ajeeb hai…in fact it's not a relationship, it's like a business deal," Aradhana replied angrily, "Prithvi donates money for his political campaign and in return, Shailendra has helped Prithvi get away with a lot of illegal deals in business." She blurted out.

"Aap yeh sab jaante huye bhi Kripa ko Prithvi ke saath rehne dena chaahti hain?"

"Kya karoon Angad? We women have to tolerate our husbands the way they are. Yahi yahan ki reet hai."

"I am sorry Aradhana didi! I don't agree. Kripa deserves to be happy, and that can only happen if Prithvi is out of her life."

There was a pause on the other line. Aradhana sighed, "wo akeli kaise jeeyegi?"

"jaise ab jee rahi hai….she is living her life the way she wants….and she is very happy."

"Yeh kaise keh sakte ho tum?"

"Because I know her very well." He replied softly.

"Kya rishta hai tum dono ka?" Aradhana became a little suspicious.

"Dosti ka….sachchayi ka…aur pyaar ka," he added.

After another long pause, she sighed, "kya chaahte ho mujhse?"

"If you want to see your sister genuinely happy, then put reins on your husband. Make sure, he snaps all contact with Prithvi and convince Prithvi to divorce Kripa."

"Aur phir Kripa ka kya hoga?"

"We love each other, and I promise you I will always keep her happy. Bas aapka saath aur aashirwaad chaahiye."

Since their visit to Dehradun for the funeral, Aradhana had wondered about their close friendship; her doubts were now confirmed. Her greatest concern had always been Kripa's security and future; Angad had just laid to rest those concerns with his confession of love for her.

"Angad, thank you," she whispered, "jab main tum se pehli baar mili thi, tab hi soch ti thi ki kaash Angad jaisa ladka Kripa ki life mein pehle kyun nahin aaya….thank you again for taking care of my sister." She was tearful.

"I should thank you for being supportive. Before I called you, I was a bit apprehensive."

"My only apprehension is my sister's future but now that I know she has a wonderful and faithful future ahead of her, I have no worries. I assure you, I will keep Shailendra out of your way."

"Thanks didi. Bye now."

"Bye. Take care of Kripa."

"I will."

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More than an Independence Day parade, the front porch of the police station where Prithvi was jailed, was bustling with reporters, onlookers, his office employees and a handful of old friends. Simone and his family were nowhere. The Sharmas had been humiliated by their middle son, and chose to keep a dignified silence about his arrest instead of being hounded by the media.

As the reporters lurked around in search of more scoop, Kripa stunned everyone by alighting from a cab outside the police station.

"Arre , yeh tho Prithvi Sharma ki wife hai!" Someone from the crowd recognized her, "chalo chalo, ab naatak hoga!"

"Suna hai dono separated hain!"

"Haan…Prithvi apni wife se milne hi gaya tha hostel…lekin galat ladki par line maar daali….suna hai hostel warden ke saath bad tameezi ki thi……..ha ha…ha..ha!"

"Waise itni khubsoorat biwi ko choda kyun?"

"Shayad wo hi chhod gayi usey!"

"Prithvi ka chakkar tha kisi office ki lady se!"

"Chee chee…chee….bade log….choti harkat…ram ram ram!"

Without paying heed to the sarcastic remarks, Kripa paved way for herself through the journalists and inquisitive public. She refused to talk to anyone, "excuse me…I need to go inside."

"Kya bail dene aayi ho jaane man?" A hooligan shouted, "hum bhi khade hain yahan, zara humari bhi bail kar do!"

"Apne pati par taras aa gaya hoga…aakhir bhartiya naari jo hai….hai hai….mar jawaan!" Another person chuckled.

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"I need to meet Mr. Prithvi Sharma!" Kripa walked right up to the police inspector.

"Aap kaun?"

"I am his wife, Kripa Sharma," she replied coldly.

"OH I SEE!" the inspector had a grin on his face, 'aakhir apne pati ki yaad aa hi gayi. Itna tamasha kyun karte ho aap log? Madam kyun choda bechare ko….hum aadmi log aurat ke bina pagal se ho jaate hain, jaise kal raat aapke husband ho gaye the," the inspector giggled, adding his two cents.

"Excuse me inspector! I need to meet him in private."

"OK madam….ghar par privacy nahin milti kya?" He mocked at her, sending a rage of fury inside her, "can I lodge a complaint here?"

"Arre madam…itna gussa kyun hoti ho?" He smiled sheepishly, "yeh leejiye….wo rahe Prithvi saheb," he unlocked the cell and let her in. She turned around to make sure the inspector had departed before confronting Prithvi.

Meanwhile, Prithvi, sat in a corner with his head buried, noticed a woman enter his cell. Without his glasses, he was blind as a bat, "kaun Simone?" For a brief moment, Kripa's heart melted at seeing a normally well attired Prithvi in striped jail clothes, bruised and battered, but the tender moment vanished into thin air, the moment she heard Simone's name.

"Sorry, wrong number Prithvi!" A caustic reply announced her arrival.

"Oh Kripa?" He placed his glasses back on his nose and with a smug look, came closer, "main jaanta tha tum zaroor aaogi. After all, a sati savitri like you would be heartbroken to see her husband in jail."

"Actually, I am not here to sympathize with you, nor here to give you company," she folded her arms, "I am here to give you a warning."

"Warning?" He laughed, "warning about what?"

"Leave Angad alone."

"Angad?" He acted ignorant, "who is he? I don't know what you are talking about."

"I don't want you to hurt Angad in any way."

"Why do you want to drag a third person between us Kripa?"

"Exactly! Yeh ladhai tumhari aur meri hai….beech mein Angad ko kyun laa rahe ho?"

"Kyunki beech mein tum laayi ho usey!" He growled, "sharam nahin aayi shaadi shuda hote huye ek paraaye mard ke saath….Oh God I can't even say it!"

"Ab samajh aaya meri itne dino baad yaad kaise aayi?" She smiled sardonically, "how hypocritical!"

"Kripa! You are a disgusting woman! How could you?"

"Just like you could."

"So there is no difference between you and me then?" He mocked at her.

"There is a difference Prithvi. You broke my trust….and I have broken your inflated male ego! Ek paraaye aadmi ke saath rahi hoon main, wo aadmi jo tumhara sautela bhai hai aur tumhara sab se bada dushman. Isn't it ironical that what happened last night at the hostel is so symbolic of our lives Prithvi? You tried to reach me by bullying and threatening everyone, without any consideration for me or my safety, and Angad just managed to sneak into my room without your knowledge, just to make sure I was safe?" An acerbic smile fell on her face, "waise hi hamari zindagi mein tumney sirf apne baare mein aur apni zarooraton ke baare mein socha, apni patni ke baare mein kabhie nahin….shayad issilye ek ajnabi aadmi chupke se hamesha ke liye mere dil mein ghus gaya."

"What crap are you talking about?" He was livid, "so he was in the room with you last night?"

"He is always there with me," she evaded his query.

"kya rishta hai tumhara Angad se?"

"Pyaar ka! Yes, I love him…very much. Jo pyaar main apni paanch saal ki shaadi mein na paa saki, wo Angad ne mujhey diya hai," not intimidated by him anymore, she looked him in the eye and rattled the earth beneath Prithvi.

"YOU B$&*$#@@@@@@@!!!!!!!!!!" He scowled, "I can't believe I married a woman like you."

"Me too! I can't believe we were ever married to each other."

"I will kill that man!" He gnashed his teeth angrily.

"Nahin tum Angad ko haath bhi nahin lagaaoge. If you try to hurt him in any way, I will make sure those tapes of you and Simone from the hotel would be made public as soon as possible. Even if the courts don't accept them as evidence, I am sure the tabloids and media will pay me a hefty sum to ruin the reputation of business tycoon, Prithvi Sharma. Imagine having your video with Simone on the internet, TV channels, cell phones? If I was a millionaire as your wife, I'm sure I can easily become a billionaire by staying away from you and selling those tapes."

He was foxed by his once-upon-a-time-docile wife, "kisne sikhaya hai tumhein yeh sab?"

"Tumne! You have always treated every relationship like a business deal, haven't you? Shailendra jijajee and you have used me as a trump card for five years. I am not that ignorant Prithvi! Sirf tumse yahi seekha hai…..business, sauda, faayda aur deals," she chuckled derisively, "I am sure you understand what I am saying. Tho deal pakki?"

"I don't deserve this!" He groaned.

"In life, one doesn't always get what one deserves, but what one negotiates," she repeated Keerti's words.

"Theek hai main Angad ko kuch nahin karoonga….lekin tumhein ghar wapas aana hoga….back as my wife and never again meet Angad!"

"I am sorry I don't think there is a condition attached with our deal Mr. Prithvi Sharma, "I want a divorce from you….as soon as possible and Angad is my life now….I can't part with him nor my life, never for you Mr. Sharma. Good bye! I will make sure the divorce papers get to you in time."

"I WILL NEVER DIVORCE YOU!" He glared at her, "NEVER!"

"Yes you will!" She glared back, "kyunki usee mein sab ki khushi hai. Tumhari bhi aur meri bhi."

"NO I WON'T!"

"Time up!" The inspector was back with his crooked smile, "privacy mil gayi madam?"

Without replying to him or saying a goodbye to Prithvi, she gave both men a dirty look and walked out of the cell with mixed feelings. At least, she had managed to keep Prithvi out of Angad's way, but his stubbornness and unwillingness to give her a divorce had her exasperated. She consoled herself and thought, "I have survived enough hurdles so far, I am sure I can overcome the last big one also," she hailed a cab right away, without heeding to the reporter's mikes and cameras.

As she drove off, tears rolled down her eyes. Never had she imagined that one day, the man she had shared seven pheras and all kinds of sacred ceremonies with, just five years ago, would be at such cross roads with her. She shuddered at the thought that till a few weeks ago, she had worshipped this man and catered to every whim and fancy of his. She had been fooled for so long; there was no way he would get away this time.

Her heart ached to be with one person at that time- the only man whose magical touch had such a soothing effect on her that even if she was in the midst of a tsunami, his presence would have that tranquil effect like a gentle wave of the ocean.

"Hello Angad," she picked her phone, "I want to be with you."

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Angad followed the news closely from his TV set. Several calls to Kripa had met with a familiar fate: her voice mail. Dilip mama had called several times after hearing the news, "beta….I hope Kripa is safe."

The hostel was a deserted place that day, as most women had left the premises to spend the holiday with friends, boy friends or family. Finally, thanks to 24/7 TV coverage, he caught a glimpse of Kripa walking out of the police station.

"Oh my God! Kripa wahan kyun gayi hai," he was worried, but before he could hurry to be with her, she surprised him with a call, "Hello Angad, I want to be with you."

'Me too," he sighed, "why did you go there?"

"Where?"

"Jail mein…Prithvi se milne kyun gayi thi? You should have asked me to accompany you."

"No Angad. I had to meet him. It's between me and him, I don't want to drag you in this mess."

"I know Kripa…lekin mujhey tumhari fikar hoti hai….that man is capable of doing anything."

"Nahin ab kuch nahin karega," she reassured him, "I miss you…..kahan ho tum?"

"I miss you too," he smiled, "Let's meet at the music school. I have to show you something."

"Done!"

"Great! See you soon."

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An anxious Angad awaited Kripa's arrival at the academy. The hallways of the school were barren and quiet as everyone was away.

"ANGAD!" She ran and hugged him fiercely when she saw him waiting for her.

"Phew! I am glad you still remember me," he squeezed her in his arms, "kuch der tho main darr gaya tha ki kahin jail mein Prithvi se milkar tumhara dil na pighal gaya ho." He teased her.

She punched his chest with her tiny fists and whispered softly into his chest, "yeh dil ab sirf tumhare liye dhadakta hai."

"Phir se kaho," he whispered back in her ear.

"I-I love you," she hid her face in his chest.

"I love you too," he brushed her hair gently with his fingers and held her in his arms. Bathed in each other's warmth, they stood quietly in the middle of the large hallway, in their own harmonious and melodious world. Angad broke the silence, "divorce ki baat ki?"

"Haan," she nodded, leaving all the details of her painful conversation with her husband, "Yahan kyun bulaya?" she replied shyly, releasing herself from his arms.

"I wanted to show you something. Come with me." He held her hand and pulled her into one of the recording studios.

"Yahan kya hai?" She was curious.

"Here….look at this," he grabbed a wad of legal looking papers, "contract hai yeh."

'Contract?"

"Hmm," he nodded, "my first contract to sing for a new album."

"Really?" She was thrilled, "I am so happy for you Angad," she hugged him and kissed his cheek, "kaise hua yeh? I-I mean, you are still a student here…tho contract?"

"It happened because of you. Remember that song kaho ek din?"

"Of course, how can I forget it," she turned red as she recalled that fateful day when they had confessed their feelings for each other, all thanks to his mesmerizing song.

"Well, they loved it…..and most of all they loved your voice in the end."

"NO WAY!" Kripa was aghast, "tum..tumne wo erase nahin ki?"

"Never…..wo awaaz tho meri jaan hai," he smiled mischievously, "and now I can say, you are my lucky charm…..mere har naye gaane mein tumhari awaaz zaroor honi chaahiye."

"Angad," she was touched by his gesture, "lekin agar main tumhare paas nahin hoon tho? You will have to record without me at times."

"I don't care. I need my lucky charm wherever I go," he kissed her hands and then to her surprise, slipped a beautiful silver bracelet on her narrow wrist.

"Yeh-yeh kya hai Angad?" She was stunned.

"Our friendship and love bracelet. Abhi waqt nahin hai ki main tumhein aur kuch de sakoon," he hinted at an engagement ring, "but for now, I want you to wear this bracelet for me….our forever love and friendship bracelet."

"Thanks Angad. This will always be dear to me," she kissed the bracelet and gazed at him lovingly, "itna pyaar mat karo mujhey….kahin aadat na padh jaaye."

"Even better….mujhey us din ka intezaar rahega," he winked at her, "chalo, now that someone is in captivity for the day, let's celebrate our independence day in style."

"Not a bad idea. Kahan chalein?"

"Hmm….movie?" He asked.

'Sure. Haven't seen one in ages."

"Love aaj kal ya Kaminey?" He asked.

"Love aaj kal sounds better, I just saw Kaminey this morning," she rolled her tongue mischievously. Raising his eyebrows, he grinned with pursed lips, "got it! You mean Kamina!"

"Samajhdaar hote jaa rahe ho dheere dheere."

"Dheere dheere…..sab theek ho jaayega," he came closer and kissed her neck, sending a tingle through her, "aur dheere dheere hamara pyaar bhi badh jaayega…I can't wait for the day when you will be mine forever."

"Dheere dheere," she blushed and ran out of the academy as he ran after her like a child runs after his beloved possession.

Please enjoy this wonderful VM by Vallanki specially made for this ff:

"Dheere dheere"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ualmoh9agI8 Dheere Dheere AK Tango-charlie

…………to be contd…………….

AWESUM UPDATE DI!!!!!!!!
loved kripa n prithvi's convo....
m so happy no 1 is against AK's love...
last scene was cute...
cont soon....

thanks mittal and nehasfan

Yes, AK are open about their relationship now. Stating the facts boldly is better than hiding them

How is this going to effect Prithvi now??

wait and see