Pyaar Ka Pal:Update last prt pg 215 12/27 - Page 118

Anjali had to report to the hospital, so Shahid and her went there. It was around seven, and Kirpa was in the kitchen preparing dinner for Angad and her. Angad was awake and finally feel much better.

A few minutes later Kripa went back with light soup for Angad, who was sitting up with a file in his hand. So engrossed, he didn't notice Kripa. Kripa put the tray down and snatched the file out of his hand and locked it away. Angad just looked at her confused, "Angad, itna confused mata dikho. Forget about even touching any files, or any type of work for a week or so."

"What? Kripa-"

"Exactly what you heard," she said handing him his soup. "Now sit quietly and drink this."

Angad looked at his dinner, "Is this all I get?"

"Yes."

"Ok, then I'll be dead by tomorrow morning, and this time I just want you to know, your very special." He said steering his soup.

"Stop talking non-sense Angad, keep quite and drink!" Angad nodded his head and drank his soup little by little. Kripa sat next to him looking thought a few papers again.

"Kripa, I'm noticing from morning, what are you studying?"

"Well," she said closing the file, "I was studying a medical thing but right now I'm studying your file."

"Huh?"

"You can't work, but I can. So for the next week, I will be managing your office with you! Problems? And, don't worry about Prithvi he is out of country for a few weeks!" Angad noticed the naught tone that was in her voice and just smiled, "So Mr. Khanna, any questions?"

"Um… No! But if you need help you can ask me."

'I will, that only if I need help! And-"

"Yes I know, you won't need help."

"Righto!" Angad finished his soup and put the bowl to aside. Angad watched T.V. while Kripa went through the files. Angad, at one point instead of looking at the T.V. started watching Kripa work. He looked at her, and the way she twirled the pen's cap in her mouth. It was a art in it self for Angad. He thought it was adorable. He kept observing her as she took the pen out of her mouth and played with it between her fingers and then tucking it behind her ear. And, then a few seconds later taking it out and turning to Angad only to find him looking right at her. She looked at for a few seconds and then spoke slowly, "Angad, I need your signatures here."

"Huh?" Angad snapped back.

"Your signatures." Kripa said blushing, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Oh! Ya right." He took the file from her and singed it. And then continued looking at her.

"Angad, do you need something?" Angad nodded his head, "What?"

"I'm still hungry he complained."

"Well, how about a light toast?"

"No, how about a toast butter heavily, please!"

"Ok, with?"

"Um… coffee?"

"Fine, I'll get it." Kripa got back with his "dinner" and handed it to him. Anagd had it, still not to happy. But better than before. Soon he finished eating and turned to Kripa. Kripa looked at him and started laughing. Angad was quite confused.

"What?"

Kripa leaned forward and wiped his cheek with a napkin. "You actually looked pretty cute with butter on you cheeks, and that to on both side." Kripa handed him a mirror and looked through it. "Don't you looked cute, my two year old!" Kripa got up and ran away, quickly wiping his other cheek. Angad chased after her, and then soon caught her. He was tired, and panting by the time he had grabbed her. And for some time they both stood there laughing while hugging each other. Suddenly Angad let go of Kripa, and they both turned quite. Angad turned to leave when Kripa held his hand. He faced her and looked at her for a few seconds. She took a step closer to him and put his arms around him, soon crying with her face buried in his chest. Angad felt really guilty for making Kripa feel this way. Maybe if he hadn't spend so much time with Kripa in the past days, maybe this would have never happened. Maybe it was his fault all along. Angad pulled away from her and wiped her tears. Kripa looked at him and then broke down again. Now Angad made her sit down on the sofa and kneeled down beside her. "Kripa, if I have to start taking care of you, who will take care of me?" But it wasn't helping, and Kripa kept crying. Now Angad sat down beside her and put her arms around her. "Kripa, it's not possible." He finally said, "I can't give you what you are asking for." Kripa cried in his arms for some more time and she parted. She wiped her tears and smiled. Angad looked at him confused.

"Angad, you don't have to give me what I'm asking for."

'But Kripa until now you-"

"I guess I was silly." Kripa said twirling a ring in her hand. Angad looked down at it and noticed it was the same ring she had freshman year, her school ring. It was really pretty, with a blue diamond and on the sides carved Kripa K. and the year she graduated, that time "K" for Kapoor, now "K" for Khanna. Kripa Khanna, Kripa Angad Khanna, it sounded so… perfect. Angad figured that the only reason she was wearing the ring on her engagement finger because no one other than Angad had gifted her the ring. Angad tried to remember where his was, but of course, he had no idea. He though deeper but he couldn't remember. Kripa looked at Angad's confused face and rested her hand on his knee. "Angad, don't be confused. You look like a fifty year old grandpa whose thinking during a game of chess." Angad looked at Kripa and smiled, and then rested his hand on Kripa's, but she took it back. Angad looked away hurt, and then spoke Again.

"Kripa, why don't you take a project like Anjali did?"

Kripa observed Angad for a few seconds, "You really want me to be away from you don't you?"

Angad laughed now, "It will only be good for both of us, more for you."

Kripa stood up and smiled, "Your wrong Angad. It will only be good for you. Because, for me staying away from you is equal to hell." Kripa left as her words echoed around Angad, "for me staying away from you is equal to hell." He thought again and then noticed a tear trickling down his eye to his hand. Then wiping his tear he smiled, "Isn't this what you wanted Angad?" He asked him self. "You wanted to know if Kripa loved you, and now that you know your crying over it. She loves you, that's what you wanted then why don't you accept her. Why don't you tell her how much you love her? Why are you running away from her. Why do you want her away from you? Why, Angad, why?" These question wondered in his head as he woke up midnight, sweating. He was breathing fast, then he looked to the other side of his bed and didn't find Kripa there. He looked at the sofa and found Kripa sitting there. It was dark in the room, and Angad could make out she was sitting up, her head against the side of the sofa. Angad figured she was still awake, or maybe sleeping. He sat back in his bed and swallowed and realized that what happened was real. Kripa had told him she loved him, and everything was real. He sighed, and saw Kripa's outline in the dark move. He sat up, and then slowly stood up walking to the sofa. He sat down beside Kripa and saw her face under the moon. She slept hugging a pillow, shifting her head constantly. Angad knew she was uncomfortable, yet to lazy to move. Sleep was Kripa's life, or the love of her life? Angad laughed as he watched her, he put a pillow behind her head but it fell over and Kripa's head landed on Angad's shoulder. She cuddled up against him, and put her arms around him. Angad smiled again, as he, tempted, kissed her cheek. "I love you too Kripa." He said holding her as well. There was no way Anagd could fall back asleep. Scared for some reason to wake up and realize begin all a dream. A dream, that he's so close to Kripa. A dream, that he knew for a fact Kripa loved him. A dream that he's heart broken to know he can never tell Kripa he's in love with Kripa will the same amount of passion with which she was in love with him. Angad held her tighter and closer. After holding Kripa close to him for a few hours Angad compelled himself to stand up. After straitening his shirt he looked at Kripa again. She was still looking uncomfortable; Angad bent down and picked Kripa up into his arms. After carrying her to the bed and pulled the covers over her and went to the sofa himself. He couldn't be close to her when he woke up next morning. And he knew this would happen, because he did. He watched Kripa sleep, and then turned his face, shut his eyes.

Next morning, Angad woke up, and sat up stretching. Noticing Kripa is not in bed, which is tidy and made, he looked at the bathroom. The door was open and the light was shut. He looked at the clock yawning, and read nine. He had slept in. He stood up rubbing his eyes and walked into the bathroom. Turned the light on and washed his face with cold water and brushed his teeth. And then looked into the mirror and found a note taped to the mirror. He took it off and read it. Sorry, I had to leave in the morning. Don't stress your self and relax. Love you, Kripa. P.S. Thanks, for what you did last night, but you didn't have to. Take care. Angad smiled and walked outside with the note, and tucked it away in a drawer. He opened his closet and found a hanger with his cloths on the door, and another note. He took the hanger and the note and read it. Your cloths, I don't want you yelling throughout the whole house and disturbing Shahid and Anjali. Your other things are in the top drawer of your study table. Angad walked into the bathroom and took a shower.

"Yes, Mr. Khanna? How can I help you?"

"I'm great, how is you?"

"Good, to have you around, no one would be bad." Kripa smiled as Angad spoke. She picked up her pen and played it around her fingers and Angad continued, "Thanks Kripa. But you didn't need to do all that. There was really no need to put your self through all that trouble."

"If I hadn't done that, you would have called me about a few million times by now."

"Um… that's true." They both laughed now. "Kripa."

"Yes?"

"Where are you?"

"At your office."

"Can I come over?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because, I don't want you disturbing me. And, moreover, you should be taking rest."

"I'm coming, bye."

"Angad you-" *Click* That's all Kripa heard. She put the phone down and smiled, "Pagal," and went back to work.

About an hour later there was a knock on the door. Kripa knew this was Angad. "Come in." She called. The door slowly opened, and stood before Kripa, Prithvi. Kripa's smile suddenly disappeared. "Hi, Prithvi." She spoke slowly as she stood up.

"May I know why suddenly the smile disappeared?" Angad approached Kripa, Kripa put her hand out and shook hands with him. Just like professionals.

"I wasn't expecting you, I was actually expecting someone else." Kripa spoke as she sat down straitening her posture. "Anyways, forget all that, what brings you here?"

"Oh! I actually had to discuss something with Angad, but- where is he?"

"He is at home, he isn't exactly feeling to well."

"Oh, bad to know. I hope he feels better."

"Thanks, what brings you here again? I'm sorry I forgot."

"I never told you." Prithvi answered sadly, they both knew at this point Kirpa didn't want him here. "I have a few papers that I need Angad to sing, before I fly today."

"I thought you were going to fly yesterday."

"Yes, I was- but plans changed."

"I see, Anagd actually should be here any moment, you can ask him then. Would you like coffee or tea?"

"Coffee if you don't mind."

"Sure." Kripa got them a cup of coffee and they both continued to talk, and of course engaging into a deep conversation, cracking jokes.

After some time the door opened, and stepped in with a smile. Seeing Kripa and Prithvi enjoying, he frowned sadly. Kripa looked at Angad over Prithvi shoulder and stood up and walked to him, instantly taking his hand and checking for his fever. "Perfectly fine Mr. but you shouldn't have come here."

"Of course I should have. This stupid, idiot, dumb-butt Prithvi is here. If I would have known I would have come here a few hours ago and took you away." Angad thought.

"Angad?" Angad snapped out and looked at Kripa, who was now holding his hand.

"Huh? Oh, I was just… uh… wanted to be with you. That's all." Kripa now caught that Angad was feeling uncomfortable around Prithvi. Or should we say, jealous. Kripa laughed, and to make him feel better kissed his cheek quickly. Angad smiled and went to his chair and sat down. "Hi, Prithvi. What brings you here, as far as I know, you were going to be out of country."

"Yes, I need a few signatures from you first."

"Sure." Angad took the files from him and looked through them, at one point confused. Kripa walked behind him and looked at the computer and then the file in his hand. Now confused herself. "Kripa, I'm lost." Angad stood up and Kripa sat down and browsed through the file in her hand and the documents on the computer. "I don't think this is necessary, because as far as I remember we are not dealing with any Italian fashion companies."

"Ya, I think so too. Delete them." Kripa looked through confused how to completely delete the file. Angad leaned in behind her, and put one arm around her. His hand reached on top of her hand and he moved the mouse. Kripa looked at Angad, wanting to take her hand back. Prithvi for the first time noticed Kripa was wearing sindoor, deep into her hair, but from the side one could tell. Prithvi knew Kripa and Angad didn't share an actual relationship. But the way Kripa looked at Angad, made Prithvi feel jealous, unhappy, wanting to be out of there. He turned his chair wiping a tear from his eye.

Angad felt Kripa's stare and looked at her as he hit 'delete' on the keyboard. Kripa slowly stood up and Angad also stood up straight. Prithvi excused himself and left the room. Kripa and Angad heard the door shut. Angad leaned in closer to Kripa, to where they could hear each other breath. "Kripa," He said.

Kripa blinked, dryly, and out of breath said, "Y-y-ya."

Angad looked deeper into her eyes, and leaned closer, "You look-"

"I look?" She whispered.

"You look…"

"I look…"

"You look, horrible, in this outfit." Kripa moved back, and hit Angad's arm as he laughed.

"I really do hate you Angad." She sat down, and frowned crossing her arms in front of her. Angad smiled seeing her frown like a girl.

Suddenly Angad said, "Ouch!" Kripa quickly stood up and looked at a grinning Angad.

"Angad, your really too much."

Angad smiled wider. Kripa was about to stand up again when Angad held her arm. "Kripa, you look beautiful!" He said eyeing her. Kripa smiled.

"You don't look bad your self." She grinned, as she looked at Angad. Angad laughed, along with Kripa. "Did you have breakfast?"

"No." He said picking up Kripa's coffee.

"Why not?"

"I don't know." Kirpa's phone rang and she was called outside. She walked to the door and walked out. Anagd looked at the cup in his hand, full, and still hot, yet with Kripa's lipstick marked on it. He matched his lips atop the lipstick mark and sat down having the coffee. Kripa looked at him through glass window and smiled.

"I know he loves me." She told her self. "Well, why wouldn't he." Smiling she left.

Does he love her, or is the matter something else?