DIL SE:30th part(pg.145)LAST PART(pg.150) - Page 17

Nats, i promise i will catch up on this fan fiction on the 4 day weekend! 😆 I will have a lot of nice and loonnng parts to read! yaay! 😉

As much as she hated to admit it, Kripa Sharma was lost. And needless to say, she was not happy about it. First of all, she loathed being lost. Secondly, her feet hurt from walking around aimlessly for what seemed like hours, but were really only about fifteen minutes. And finally, she was hungry. She was about two seconds away from screaming bloody murder. How was a woman supposed to deal with all this stress on an empty stomach?

Just when she was sure that she would yell, she spotted a door in front of her. Just for the sake of it, she decided to check this door before screaming the house down. What was one more door anyway?

She pushed the door and it opened on silent hinges just like every other door in the house she had checked so far. It was almost eerie how perfect the house was. She shook her head to clear the foolish thoughts and peered inside. Kripa let out a huge sigh of relief when she discovered that she had indeed found the dining room. She wasn't going to starve to death after all.

Unfortunately the sight in the dining room didn't reassure her further. Sitting at the head of the long rectangular table that dominated the room was none other than her so – called husband. Though, he wasn't the one who disintegrated her relief. No. It was the little girl who sat on his left and who was currently being lectured by her husband to eat instead of making faces at the oatmeal in front of her. It didn't look like he was having much success seeing as the girl was still scowling at the oatmeal obviously hoping that doing so would make it magically disappear.

The little girl looked barely older than three or four years old. She looked like a miniature angel with her light brown hair and grey eyes. No, that wasn't right. She looked more like the man who was sitting beside her. It was obvious that they were related. How else could they look so close? But just what was that relationship?

Kripa didn't have time to contemplate the answer before the little girl glanced up and saw her. Her face immediately lost the scowl and a look of shock replaced it. The man, noting the change on her face, looked up as well and saw Kripa. He went absolutely still.

No one said anything. They all seemed to be content staring at each other. Kripa's confusion mounted when she realized that even their stares where similar. It was official. They were definitely related.

Angad finally broke the silence.

"…er…Kripa."

Kripa didn't say anything thinking that he was referring to the little girl beside him. But when she didn't respond and Kripa noticed that he was staring at her, she realized that he meant her.

Kripa. So that was her name. Not bad, she thought to herself. Original, but not too much so. Now just who were the man and the little one beside him?

Realizing that staring wasn't going to get her the answers that she wanted, she stepped more fully into the room.

"Good morning," she said trying not to let the nervousness show in her voice. It was fortunate that she didn't remember what she was wearing because that would have certainly added to her nervousness.

Not so fortunate was the fact that even though Kripa hadn't noticed her lack of proper attire, Angad certainly had. It was suddenly becoming a little harder for him to breathe.

"Good morning," he returned, his voice sounding oddly hoarse because of the sudden dryness that had suddenly lodged itself there. Not that it had anything to do with Kripa Sharma. No way. It had nothing to do with her whatsoever. He almost managed to convince himself of that.

Meanwhile, the little girl still hadn't done anything. She was now staring back and forth between Angad and Kripa. So Kripa decided to introduce herself to the girl as well. After all, it seemed rude not to. So for the second time that day, she uttered the words good morning, this time to the little one.

The girl simply nodded, as if unable to say more. Kripa tried to hide to herself the confusion that this reaction caused.

Once more, no one said anything. If a pin had dropped at that moment, everyone would have heard it with a clarity that would have been astounding.

The silence lasted for a few moments. Angad once more broke it.

"Would you like to join us from some breakfast?" he asked.

Kripa nodded and walked towards the table in silence almost like she were in a trance. She took the seat on Angad's right. That wouldn't have been her first choice for a seat, but it seemed to be the best one to be able to observe the little girl, whose name she still didn't know.

She sat down gingerly. A lady, the same one who had drawn her bath and brought her food the previous night, served her a plate filled with toast and eggs. She then placed a glass of orange juice beside the plate and disappeared as silently as she had appeared. Kripa shook her head at the strange behavior, but stopped thinking about it as her stomach reminded her that she was hungry.

She picked up a fork and took a bite of the eggs. As much as she wanted answers, she wasn't going to get them if she fainted from hunger. So her stomach would have to be her first priority.

She ate in silence for a few minutes, occasionally sneaking glances at the little girl who was now eating her oatmeal without complaint. It discomfited her to see that the child had not once taken her eyes from Kripa ever since she had entered the room. The gaze of the man beside Kripa was unsettling enough, but the gaze of the girl was even more so. It was the look in her eyes, decided Kripa. That look came awfully close to reverence.

After a few more minutes of silent eating, Kripa's stomach was finally full enough for her to be able to think about other things. Wasting no time, she turned to the man.

"I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?" she asked.

Angad nodded. He had been expecting this for some time now. It was a miracle that she had managed to stay quiet for so long. He was ready to answer her questions, but he wasn't ready to do so before Sonia. He had already lied to his little girl once before. He had no intention of doing so again. Besides he knew it was only a matter of time before Sonia accidentally said something that would let slip that she considered Kripa to be her mother. He did not want that to happen before he clarified a few things with Kripa first. The last thing he wanted was to deal with a hysterical female. That image almost brought a smile to his lips. A hysterical Kripa. Now that would have been fun to watch under different circumstances.

He stopped the smile as soon as he realized that it was coming. Now was not the time to be amused. Now was the time to convince Kripa that she was his wife. But first things first, he had to get rid of Sonia before he said anything.

"Sonia, why don't you go and pick out the books that you want me to read to you?"

This looked like the last thing she wanted to do. Angad interpreted the look correctly.

"Now Sonia!"

Normally this wouldn't have worked but Sonia Khanna knew when her father was serious and this was one of those times. Besides, the last thing she wanted was to upset her mother. She had just gotten her mother back and she wouldn't do anything to drive her away.

And so she nodded to Angad, slipped off her chair and ran out the door.

Angad then turned to face Kripa. She was staring after Sonia, a small frown on her face.

"What would you like to know?" he asked effectively drawing Kripa's attention from the now closed door. She focused on him.

"Well for starters, I'd like to know both our names."

The frown was on Angad's face now. Of course. Not once had he mentioned their names. How could he have forgotten that?

"I'm Angad Khanna and you're Kripa Shar…um…Khanna," he finished thanking god that he caught his mistake in time. After all, it would seem awfully odd if his wife didn't have the same last name as him.

She paused, assimilating the information. So her so – called husband's name was Angad Khanna. It was certainly a strange name. She didn't think she knew anyone with that name.

Angad spoke, once again breaking Kripa's thoughts.

"I assume you're anxious to see the proof of our marriage." It was not a question.

That had actually been that last thing on Kripa's mind, but she clung to the option. She nodded.

"I thought so," he said standing up. "It's in my study. Follow me." And without waiting to see if she would, he walked out of the room.

Sure is arrogant, Kripa thought to herself before she got up and followed him out.

They walked for a couple of moments passing door after door, until her head spun trying to keep track of their path. She finally gave up, knowing that she was only going to give herself a headache.

They finally stopped in front of a door. Angad slipped in a key and they entered the room. Kripa was curious to see what he had come up with.

Angad on the other hand was more concerned with whether she would believe the "proof" of their marriage. He had, after all, spent the better part of an hour the night before coming up with it.

He walked to the desk and opened a drawer. He took out three things from it. He showed her the first object. It was a ring.

"This is your wedding ring."

Kripa looked at her left hand and realized that she wasn't wearing any ring. It was surprising she hadn't noticed before. She walked to him and took the ring from his hands. She brought it close to her and examined it carefully. It was a simple gold band with an intricate braided pattern.

"Why wasn't I wearing the ring?" she asked.

Angad had anticipated that question.

"You always take of your ring before you take a bath. In fact, the bath was where you were injured. You slipped and fell, hitting you head," he explained.

She nodded. It made sense. Angad, seeing that she accepted the explanation, heaved a sigh of relief internally and showed her the next object. It was a stack of papers.

"This is our marriage contract." He flipped to the last page and showed Kripa her signature. It had been surprisingly easy to sign her name seeing as she couldn't tell if he forged it because she wouldn't remember the way she signed things. There were definite advantages to amnesia.

Kripa took the marriage contract from him and flipped through it. A lot of it didn't make sense to her, but enough did that she could tell that it was indeed a legal and binding marriage contract.

She looked up at him once more. He showed her the last object. Out of all of them, this had been the hardest to conjure because it had to look real. It was a picture of the two of them…on their wedding day. He gave it to her. Kripa took it and as was her habit, examined it carefully.

The picture showed the two of them standing side by side on what appeared to be a grassy hill. Angad had his arm around Kripa who was leaning into him. She was wearing a stunning white wedding gown and he was dressed in the customary black tux. She was laughing and he was looking at her with an indulgent smile.

Kripa blinked. They looked…happy. There was no other way to put it. They looked like they were in love. She raised her eyes from the picture and looked at Angad.

He was looking at her with the same intensity that was in the picture. So it was true. They really were married.

There's no way he could have come up with all this in one night, she thought to herself.

Angad continued to look at her, willing her to believe what was in front of her. He understood from her quiet sigh that she did indeed believe. He stifled the urge to do a little dance.

"We really are married, aren't we?" she asked quietly.

He nodded solemnly.

She sighed again, a question still nagging at her.

"Who was that little girl at the table?" she asked unable to hold it in.

Angad stiffened. He was hoping that they would be able to talk about Sonia later. He didn't want to overwhelm her, but seeing the determination in her eyes he knew he would have to. Still he hesitated.

"Her name is Sonia Khanna."

Kripa stared at him blankly, not making the connection. Angad took a breath.

"She's our daughter."

yeah i wasn't planning on posting a part since i have a lot of he, but i didn't feel like doing math or science so i wrote a part!!😃

<3 natasha

Originally posted by: yeh_ada_143

yay 😃 loved the part...cant wait for the next one 👏

thanks....next part will be tommorrow!!

Originally posted by: princess1_43

awwwwww natasha😳 that was so sweet of u to post the part..... u didnt kill me this time ... with my suspense... 😆 that was a gr8 part ... cant wait till kripa gets crazy ... 😆 wht how can this be ... 😉 😉 how can i 4 geti have a kid... 😆 😆 😆 kripa kay dialouge 😆

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awesome partttttttttt 👏
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yeah you got that right kripa is going to bite Angad's head off with questions!!!😆

-natasha