ISHQ SUMANDER:LAST PART PG 18 CHECK PG 19 - Page 4

Kripa sat in her room one month later with a suit case next to her. She was going to Milan, Italy for a few week. Italy was the capital of fashion and to expand her business she was going to launch "Envy" in Italy and Paris, France. She was going to spent two week in Italy and then two weeks in France.

Kripa sat in the airport and looked at the empty seat next to her. Then she looked out the window, when she looked back to her seat she saw a extremely buff man sitting next to her. A magazine was covering his face, as he read "Fashion Today." Kripa looked at the cover and saw her picture on the front cover. She wanted to see the magazine but couldn't ask for it. She just sat back until the announcements came on to buckle up. Kripa buckled up and soon the plane was in air. Kripa spend most of the time reading book, magazines. But for some reason she felt the urge to talk to the man next to her. His face was still covered from the same magazine.

A little while later an air hostess came to Kripa and the man sitting next to her. "Sir, what would you like to have?"

"Green tea please." The man replied. His voice strong, reminding Kripa of Angad for a second. The air hostess gave the man his tea.

"Ma'am, what would you like to have?"

"Coffee please." Kripa said, still trying to get a glimpse of the man. Kripa got her coffee and the air hostess left. Kripa put her coffee down on the stand but instead it accidentally fell on the man's foot. He jerked and his magazine flew in the air. Kripa quickly picked it up and started to clean his shoes with a napkin. The man took his foot back. Kirpa stood up nervously not looking at the man. The air hostess soon arrived and saw the awkwardness of the event. The man stared at Kripa. He had a light brown eye color, and his complexion was fair. He was dressed in a black suit, and a transparent black shirt under it, his fair color made his white black suit stand out, and the air hostess was soon drooling over him. His black hair, light eyes, his physique, everything almost made him look Italian for a second. And suddenly everything went round, Kripa looked up at the man, she felt her self loose, unbalanced. And the next thing that happened was she was in the arms of the handsome man, fainted.

A few hours later Kripa woke up still light headed. She was in a room, with the same man sitting on the other side of the bed. She quickly sat up and pulled the blanket closer to her. The man that sat in front of Kripa resembled Angad so much. The only difference was that he was… different. Everything was like Angad but his hair. His style sense had changed. Angad never wore transparent shirts, as much as Kripa loved them Anagd hated them. Kripa looked at the man closely, and figured he was sleeping. Could it be Angad? Now she moved closer to him close enough to hear his heart beat. And, right away she knew it was Anagd. His hand held Kripa's and Kirpa skipped a heart beat. Slowly she placed her hand on top of his, and "Angad" woke up. For the first time there eyes met. "Angad" came closer to Kripa and he spoke, looking into her eyes, "Many girls have seen me, drooled over me, but you're the first one to see me and faint." He moved back now, His voice lingered around Kripa. "Hi, I'm Zaib Kapoor."

"Zaib?"

"Zaib Kapoor, never heard of me?"

"No."

"Where you from… Ms. Kripa?"

"How do you know my name?" Kripa asked now scared of this Zaib.

He stood up and put his jacket on, "Who doesn't know you. You're the star of today in the fashion business."

"Oh! But, who are you Zaib?"

"I'm Zaib, a struggling model. Looking for a job." Kripa was confused now, this "Zaib" looked too much like Angad, or in fact identical to Angad to be some Zaib Kapoor. Kripa wasn't ready to believe him, but she just could say; 'Your not Zaib Kapoor, your Anagd Khanna, my ex-husband!'

"Hello! Anyone home?" Zaib said snapping his fingers in front of her face.

"How did I get here?" She asked him.

"If you don't remember, you fainted in the plane after spilling your coffee over my shoe. You looked up at me, nervous as if I was going to eat you, after three second you fainted on top of me." As he said the last words his tone turned from serious to naughty. Kripa blushed for some reason now, "Now tell me, why are you blushing?" Kripa instantly stood up straight and walked to Zaib, for some reason she was convinced that this wasn't Angad, his attitude wasn't like his, and as far as Kripa knew Angad he could never change himself.

"Well Mr. Zaib Kapoor, your looking for a job, I'm looking for a model for me latest show, would you like to be "Envy's" new model?"

Zaib stood back kind of shocked, and happy at the same time, "Ms. Sharma are you serious?" He asked her.

"It's Kripa, and I'm very serious."

"Well Kripa, I accept it!" Kripa smiled.

"Great! By the way where are we?"

"We are in the city of Romance, Paris." Zaib stood in front of the large window and his arms were open. For some reason Kripa wanted to run into them, again because this man Zaib Kapoor resembled Angad Khanna. Kripa didn't know why she offered him the job, but she wanted him close by at all times. She wanted to keep an eye on him. Or it was simply because he made Kirpa feel close to Angad.

Zaib turned and looked at the dreaming Kripa, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"You remind me of someone" Kripa told him.

Zaib laughed, "Does that put me in any danger?"

"No," Kripa sighed, "Forget that, we have to be in Italy with in five hours."

Kripa went into the bathroom, Zaib stood there smiling, "You remind me of someone as well Ms. Sharma. Someone who I've been waiting for all my life." He smiled and plopped on the sofa, "I'm in love!" He said running one hand thought his hair, "I'm in love with this Kripa Sharma!" He stood up again and walked to the window! "I'm in love!" He whispered to himself once again. "I'm in love!"

Will Zaib Kapoor, bring happiness in Kripa's life, or will Zaib Kapoor destroy Kripa's life. Is Zaib really Zaib, or is he...

Neha