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Kripa had madly been in love with Angad for years now and finally she could confidently say that he loved her as well, she could tell people truly how happy she was with Angad. She could tell everyone that there was someone who loved him a lot. Someone who could do anything for her, as she loved him back just as much. Kripa thought herself to be simply lucky to have Angad as her husband.

She looked back at him and kissed him. Angad opened his eyes and smiled at Kripa. He sat up and took Kripa in his arms, "I love you," he mumbled.

This was strange, how often did Angad just hold her and tell her he loved her? Kripa felt Angad getting comfortable in her arms, like a small baby would. "Kripa, I'm waiting for you answer."

"Oh, yes, I love you too."

"That's like my sweet wife!"

"Angad are you ok?"

Angad pulled away and looked at her, "Why?"

"Your being to nice to me, and it's not suiting you!"

Angad narrowed his eyes, and now Kripa leaned in and kissed him softly, "You're the sweetest husband ever!"

"And you're the worst wife ever!"

"Why?"

"I don't know I just felt like saying that. But, honestly you're the best ever!"

"Now tell me you don't have to go anywhere for a few years," she said cuddling in his arms.

"Why?"

"I don't want to be away from you!"

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

Angad heard her getting tired, "Can we sleep now?"

"Yes." Angad replied, "And I have a surprise for you."

"When?"

"Tomorrow!"

"Ok."

"Well, its ready but your too tired for it." Kripa sat up and looked at her husband now.

"What is it?"

"You want to see it?"

Kripa nodded, she hadn't changed out of her red, halter top sari and that was good, he didn't have to wait for her anymore. "Come on then!"

They both drove down the streets of London. "Where are we going?"

"To your old house."

"Why?"

"That's the surprise. You will know."

"Ok!"

Soon the arrived at Kripa's old house, and Angad took her inside. The place was dark, and the house was lit by candles.

Kripa gasped, it was beautiful. She held Angad's arm and continued looking around. "Kripa."

"Yes."

"Do you remember when I filled your maang, only to prove I owned you." Kripa looked at Angad, his eyes were moist, and he was feeling sorry about it.

"Yes."

"You know not once I have done that with all my love."

Kripa smiled and hugged him, "Angad, you love me, that's enough for me." She looked up at him her arms still around him, she smiled wider when she caught a smile cross Angad's lips. "I have your surprise in your old bedroom." He said, "Go!"

"Without you?"

"Without me." Kripa walked up the stairs and turned to her room. Angad waited for her for about thirty minutes, when she didn't come back he decided to go up himself. He opened the door and found Kripa standing near the window, wearing a red garment, and a jacket around her shoulders. Angad remembered it was the same jacket he had given her when they met after three long years. She turned around, and Angad recognized the outfit, it was the one he had left for her. Angad had always wanted to see Kripa dressed as him bride. And tonight, was the day. He walked to her, she looked beautiful. Her hair was tired in a loose bun with a few strands of hair framing her face, she allowed the jacket drop to the floor, and reviled the blouse of her outfit. It was a beautiful crimson color, as she wore a nothing more than a mangal sutra in her neck, she was wearing matching red churiyaan. As she took a few steps towards Angad it was evident that she was also wearing anklets. She stood in front of him and held out sindoor in her palm. Angad took the sindoor from her and applied it onto her forehead. As he did Kripa closed her eyes, and tears spilled, and Angad wiped them. He pulled her closer and whispered into her ear, "Tum roota hui bilkul aachi nahie lagthi."

Kripa opened her eyes and hugged him tightly, Angad hugged her back passionately. "Angad, tum nahie jantha maina is pal ka aapni poori zindagi intzaar kiya hai."

"Aur maina tumhara, aapni poori zindagi intzaar kiya hai." Angad pulled away and kissed her softly.

"Come on, now lighten up the moon a little." Kripa smiled and turned around to leave the room when Anagd pulled her back. Kripa looked into his intense eyes, as he brushed her hair off her face. At his touch, Kripa felt herself stiffen and loosen both at the sane time. She waited until she opened her eyes again. Angad traced her cheek with his thumb, and then pulled her closer. Kripa slowly closed her eyes again, and for the first time their lips met, why the first? When they had kissed for the first time in school, it was no more than a crush, and that night when Anagd kissed her it was simply a peck not a kiss.

Angad's lips pressed softly against Kripa's, but soon the soft, tender kiss turned passionate. And, for the first time they both realized how long they had waited for each other, call it love or lust, it was there. For the first time they both realized they were waiting for each other, waiting for this perfect moment. And, right now all those years were worth waiting for. What didn't make sense was kiss a kiss could do something like this to both of them.

When Anagd finally broke the kiss, he looked at Kripa who was breathing heavily. In the silver night she looked even more beautiful then she had ever before. Kripa looked back at him, startled when suddenly she heard thunder rumble outside. Kripa embraced Anagd, who lead her to the bed and made her sit down. She held to him like a little girl, scared. Angad smiled, as he reached for her bun and allowed her hair to loosely hand down her back.

For a few minutes Kripa sat beside Angad, in his arms. Her hair gently flying over her face. Angad, couldn't take his eyes off her, she was absolutely gorgeous. Kripa felt his gaze, and the intensity in his eyes and blushed. Angad softly kissed her again. Kripa felt herself hold his arm tighter, almost as if she was scared of the moment, scared that this was all a dream, scared that what if something went wrong in this perfect moment. And, for once she thought maybe, maybe they should give each other a little more time. She got up from the bed and dragged to the window. Angad followed her; hugged her from the back. Kissing her shoulder and up her neck. He softly kissed her cheek, and Kripa turned hugging Angad. Angad carried her back to the bed, and set her down on the bed. Angad kissed her forehead, both her eyes, both her cheeks, the tip of her nose and then skipped to her neck.

Kripa moved her hand and her bangles jingled. Angad kissed her hand and slowly took all her bangles off setting them aside, then he kissed both her feet and took her anklets off.

Each time his lips met Kripa's skin she felt more beautiful, she felt like she was his, that Angad Khanna was the only mad who owned her, and she liked the face he "owned" her, because that's exactly what she had wanted.

After a long night Kripa had fallen asleep in Angad's arms wrapped into a bed sheet. Angad on the other hand couldn't sleep. He wanted to stay up all night and hold Kripa in his arms and look at her, make up for everyday he had missed. He wanted to make up for every grief he had given Kripa.

Kripa shifted still sleeping, but once again Anagd pulled her closer, with tears in his eyes. His tears traveled down his cheeks to her cheeks and she woke up slowly. She pulled away and looked at Angad crying. She was scared, why was he crying?

With shiver hands she moved to wipe his tears but Angad held her hand and kissed it. And, after some time he whispered, "I'm sorry Kripa." That was the last thing she wanted to hear right now. Angad parted his lips to speak again but this time Kripa pressed her finger to his lips, and got closer to him.

"For what?"

"For everything I've done to you. Every time I've made you cry. For…"

"It's not your fault Angad."

"Can I ask you something?" Angad asked kissing her forehead.

"Yes."

"If you knew we were going to go through all this after getting married would you be willing to marry me again?"

He pulled her closer, but Kripa kept looking at him. She kissed his chest softly and hugged him tightly under the thick blanket. "Yes." That's all she said, and that's all Anagd wanted to hear. Yes.

Angad felt Kripa's Kirpa's warm hands on his back slowly slipping down as she started falling asleep again. And until Anagd was awake not once he took his eyes off of her.

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Two months later, Angad was sitting in a hospital waiting for Kripa to come out after she had fainted in the office. Angad had rushed her to the hospital worried sick for her. A few minutes later Anjali came out with a worried look on her face. Angad ran to her and stood in front of her, waiting for her to talk.

"You can go see her," that's all she said.

He opened the door and went inside. Kripa was laying on the bed with her eyes closed, not looking depressed or sad but happy, and peaceful. Angad was having a hard time walking to her. He swallowed a few times and then placed himself beside her and with shivering hands caressed her forehead. Kripa opened her eyes as she felt his hand on her forehead.

"Kripa, are you ok." She heard the nervousness in his voice. She was confused why was he so nervous?

"Why are you so nervous Angad?"

"Why I shouldn't be, and even Anjali was nervous. What's wrong with you Kripa? Are you ok? Why shouldn't I be worried?"

"Angad? Do you have the number to the mental asylum?"

"For who?"

"You sweetheart."

"Oh, but I don--- WHAT?"

Kripa laughed, "Angad? Really what's wrong with you?"

"Kripa look just tell me what's wrong with you."

"Nothing is wrong with me I'm just pregnant."

"What? Kirpa that's a horrible illness. And your saying your just you are pregnant?" He paused and looked at her, and her smile which had reached into her eyes, "You are pregnant?"

She nodded her head.

"No your not."

"WHAT?"

"Ya you can't be pregnant."
"Angad have you lost you brain? And, why I can't be?"

"No, I haven't lost my brain. And, you can't be pregnant because Anjali was not happy about it."

Kripa rolled her eyes and sighed, "Angad just leave."

Angad looked at her for a few seconds, "So you really are pregnant?"

"Uh! Ya."

"As in you are carrying my baby?"

"No, actually, I'm carrying Santa Clauses baby. Angad, get a life."

"So that mean in less that eight months I be playing with a little baby who will run around the house screaming and yelling?"

"Yes Anagd."

"Serious?"

"Yes Angad."

Angad smiled, and bend down and kissed Kripa, "I love you!"

"That's better! Now go get that Anjali who just made my life so much harder in the past five minutes."

"No need for that. Lets go home for now."

"Ok." She put her feet down on the floor but before she could stand up Angad scooped her up into his arms and she kissed him softly and they made their way home.

Ok guys, i've decided that I'm ending this fan-fic without any further complications. And, as you Christmas gift/New Years Gift I have a new fun loving fan-fiction in mind! It won't be as complicated as this one or 'Kabhi Kabhi.'

So look out for that.

Hugs and Kisses

Neha 😛