Pyaar Ka Pal:Update last prt pg 215 12/27 - Page 44

Anagd gets back to the hotel and enters Kirpa's room. The room just like before is a complete mess. Angad looks around to make sure he didn't miss something. He went to the window and opened it, looking down he found the place deserted, other then a few police officers. He looked around the window and didn't find anything. He gave up and turned to leave when his eyes spotted something yellowish beige. It was a cigarette. He moved his hand to pick it up and then stopped. He looked around and found a pen laying around. He took the cap off, and then shoveled the half smoked cigarette out. Sticking the point of the pen inside the cigarette he picked it up and carefully observed it. DNA he thought. If this man is a professional criminal we must have some type of a DNA sample in out records. It's a Marlboro. He knew this as a fact. Angad had quite smoking a few years back, and drowned into the bad habit of drinking a zillion cups of coffee a day. Which was not good for him as the doctors had suggested.

He searched his pockets and found a plastic zip lock. And dropped the cigarette in there and locked the bag stuffing it back into his jackets pocket. He looked around for some more time, but didn't find anything. Locking the door once again, he left.

He opened the door to his room and found Kripa laying in bed, her eyes wide open. Angad went to his closet and without letting Kripa notice he hid the zip lock.

Kripa hadn't noticed Angad coming in. Kripa was in shock. She had been laying like this for hours with moving a muscle.

Angad sat next to Kripa and checked her forehead to make sure she didn't have a fever. Hoping Kripa would talk to him he waited for a few minutes, but when she didn't even blink Angad got worried. Holding Kripa's hand he started talking to her -"Kripa come on get up, you haven't ate anything from last night, you didn't even finish dinner. Come on Kripa, now don't bother me like this." Steady as rock. Kripa lay there with tears running down her checking, soaking into the pillow. "Kripa just stop it ok. If you want to lay here and cry, do that. I'm leaving." Angad free Kripa's hand from his and moved to leave but Kripa held his hand tightly. At this point, the tears running from her eyes were tears of pain, tears of fear. And Angad understood Kripa's position, Kripa slowly sat up with Angad's help and hugged him tightly, crying even more now.

Anagd held her tightly letting her know he is there for her. And after crying her heart out, Kripa let go of Angad and wiped her tears.

"Kripa, do you want to freshen up?" Kripa nods her head still wiping her tears. "You stay here I'll go get your suit case."

"Angad no." Spit out Kirpa quickly. Angad sit back down next to Kripa and put his arms around her.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't leave me alone here."

"Then what do you want to do, wear my jeans and shirts?" Finally Kripa smiled. "Don't worry Kripa, nothing can happen. The hotel is sealed and there are two guards outside of this room. No one can come in expect myself. And these are strict orders." Kripa looked at Anagd smiling. "What? Did I say something silly?"

"No it's just that you sound like a police officer on duty." Angad shook, and then turned his face. "What happened?"

"Huh? Oh nothing. Kripa can I ask you something?"

"Yes you may."

"What if I was really in a profession of the sort?"

"You mean in the police or FBI?"

"Yes."

"I don't know, I don't think I can relate when I know your not. But I don't think I would want you to even join such a filed. It's way to dangerous."

Angad takes a deep breath because he expect something like that from Kripa, "Well than, its nice to know how you feel. I'll be right back with your suit case, and then we shall arrange for a new room for you." Said Anagd trying not to face Kripa. Who didn't like the idea of a new room after what happened this morning. But she couldn't live with Angad. She just couldn't. For the time she shook the thought off her mind and decided to think about it later. Angad was about to leave when he realized he can't take anything out of the room, unless directed by the FBI office or a clue to help in the case. "Um… Kripa."

"Yes Angad."

"We can't take anything out of your room."

"And why not?"

"Because its forbidden."

"By?"

"The law!" Angad rolled his eyes as Kripa's inquisitive behavior. "Now don't ask me how I know that, blah, blah, blah… I'll get you new cloths. For now, how about you wear the same jeans and one of my shirts. Because my jeans won't fit you."

"Ok!" Shrugged Kripa. While Kirpa went to the bathroom Anagd looked at himself in the mirror.

"I won't ever let her find out." Decided Angad, "She can never find out the truth about me. Not even after I die." He took his jacket off and reached into his closet to take out something more relaxing to wear. He's looking thought when there is a knock on the door. Angad puts the shirt down and opens the door. And stands there room service with a letter in his hand.

"Yes!" Taunted Angad.

"Sir, therez a letter for you." The same think accent again.

"Thanks." Angad closed the door and unsealed the letter. Unfolding it he read, Angad Khanna, don't get involved with Kripa Kapoors case or else you will loose your life. -Well Wisher.

The bathroom door screeched open and Angad stuffed the note into his pocket and stuck the envelope under the bed. Kripa stood there in Angad's shirt, which was extra, extra large on her, and observed Angad, in his white vest.

"Wow Angad, not bad!"

Angad is quite confused, "What Kripa?"

"You have a pretty good physique! Lucky girls!" Angad grinned and answered Kripa's comment.

"Well Kripa, that's what you get when you work out. And," He pointed at Kripa, "that's what you get when you don't work you, the fat Kripa Kapoor!"

"Ahh! Angad you! I'll kill you!" Kripa grabbed a pillow and ran after Angad. Throwing the pillow on his face, but missing the attempt. Angad jumped on the bed and then back down, Kripa followed. And the routine took place a few times like a military drill, expect with the emotion of fun, instead of torture. Kripa kept running behind Angad when she tripped over the pillow. Angad quickly holds her falling on the bed. Kripa is holding Angad's arm her hair all over his face, and her eyes tightly shut, unable to believe that she landed on the bed and not on the floor.

Angad removed her hair from his face and then looked at Kripa who was looking at Angad. Her stare made Angad uncomfortable at first, but then ever feeling disappeared. And Anagd was once again over powered with the feeling he had hidden inside him for years, he looked back at her, for the first time in his life realized how much he loved Kripa, but still unable to recognize the same feeling in Kripa's eyes. They knew they loved the other person, but neither one was sure if the other loved them back. Finally, Angad looked away and sat up grabbing his shirt. When suddenly Kripa grabs Angad's arm.

"Anagd what's this?"

"What?" He looked at his arm and froze, his scar.

"It's nothing Kripa." He took his arm away but Kripa held it again.

"Angad let me see. It looks like a bullet had passed your arm a few years back."

"Your mad Kripa." Scoffed Angad.

"Stop it Angad, I have studied medicine enough in the past years to under stand small things like this. But what I want to know is how it got here."

"Kripa, your mistaken, why would I get shot?" Angad's voice shook and sounded nervous, which Kripa noticed without a second doubt.

"Then what is this?"

"I was doing something a few years ago and I burnet my arm, that's all even Dadi knows it." His sounded more convincing now.

"OK!" And Kripa sounded completely convinced. While Kripa started to thumb with the button on the cuffs of the shirt, Angad saw the innocent look on her face. How could someone want to harm her. This was the first thing that came to his mind. Kripa felt his stare and looked back at him. "Ae, Angad, what happened?" She snapped her figures in front of his face and Angad came back. "Kya hua?" Angad just nodded his head continued to button up his shirt.