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Ok, so I was thinking of updating too good to be true first, but since thatw ill take time, and u guys want to read more of this, here is the next part.
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Part 4:
4 days later:
"9:00 P.M." read the time on the clock. Angad threw the contraceptive sheath inside the pocket of his coat, as he pulled on his pants, watching Judy Blame- the world famous fashion designer, as she buttoned up her blouse. She was not even a quarter of the beautiful figure and face Kripa possessed. Did he just compare her to Kripa? He was doing that with every woman. Why?
He put his coat on himself and was about to open the door, when he heard Judy say. "I'll see you soon?", she asked. Angad turned around, and gave her a cold glare. "No,", he said arrogantly,"you wont.". He saw Judy give him a shrug, with a careless look in her eyes and face. He knew she wouldn't be bothered about him. It was just his looks and his body that these women wanted. Not him. Not once did anyone ask him anything about him, they were to busy enjoying teh intimacy they shared with him. Not that it bothered him. He was fine with it. To be exact, he liked it this way. No emotions, just physical touches.
He smiled as he thought of Kripa. She was so different. She enjoyed being with him, even when there was no physical touch involved, and he enjoyed it too. They loved spending time with eachother- talking aimlessly, doing silly things, getting to know each other better.
Suddenly his eyes filled up with tears of guilt, and shame. He quickly came out of Judy's outhouse and ran to his car wiping the tears, hoping that as soon as the tears left his cheeks, the guilt would leave his heart. Why was he guilty?
He reached his car and got inside it, driving away in anger and frustration. He drove carelessly for quite some time. Soon enough he stopped his car in front of the beach. He sighed, and threw his head on the head rest rubbing his palms on his face. It was so hard for him. Much harder than he thought. He tried to ignore the guilt but he couldn't.
For some reason he was ashamed of himself. If he couldn't meet his own eyes, how would he face Kripa? They got married just six days ago and here he was, spending time with other women. But that wasn't just it. The fact that he wasn't happy with other woman was also a cause of his confusion. He remembered his hands trembling when he touched Judy, and the previous day Holly, one of his clients. He was thinking of Kripa the whole time he was with them. His hands, he knew weren't trembling because of the currents or sparks he felt when he touched Kripa, because with her there was patient passion, intense pleasure, anxious tenderness,and something very, very deep. With other woman there was just guilt and regret. Not even a significant amount of lust was present with other women. He was simply doing it to protect his ego from being damaged, but this he didn't know.
He got out of the car and sat on the bonnet, taking a cigarette and lightening it with his lighter. He leaned against the windshield and stared at the calm water reflecting the image and light of the moon above it. He sighed and let out a breathe of gray smoke, as he drowned in his thoughts.
It seemed so easy in the beginning. Marry a girl but live the way you want to. But then he met Kripa. He felt attracted to her, and decided to marry her. Why? Why was he attracted? Was he experiencing his first crush? Angad shook his head. He was guilty, and it was only natural. There was no need to exaggerated.
Angad closed his eyes, and saw Kripa's face. She was everything he would want, then why was he with other women? He knew the answer deep down. It was his pride, his arrogance, his ego. They stopped him from changing his life style for her. What he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't help it.
He shook his head and laughed. Angad Khanna in a state of sadness and confusion for a woman? What was he guilty about? Sure, he was cheating on his wife, but that was the way he was. Besides, Kripa wouldn't come to know. He wouldn't let her. And he would keep her happy. He smiled, and then crushed his cigarette under his feet before sitting inside his car and driving away to the Khanna Mansion, happy and satisfied at the temporary peace he found in himself.
When Angad entered his room Kripa, wrapped in a black robe, was sitting on the bed, working on her laptop.
Angad hid the red rose in the inside pocket of his black Armani suit that he was wearing.
"Hey Jaan.", Angad said removing the laptop, and laying his head on her lap. "Hey.", Kripa smiled, running her fingers through his hair, which made Angad smile. "How was the meeting?", she asked. A pang of guilt hit him, and he felt ashamed. He stood up quickly, and took off his coat, hanging it on his arm."It was okay.", he said, wiping the dust off of the coat, trying to sound normal. But it was too late. Kripa had noticed the slight emotions in his voice. "It didn't go well?", She asked sitting up straight with her hands on the bed, and her legs hanging down, giving him an awkward expression. "No. It was fine. Just nerve wrecking.", he said, his voice cracking. He felt all of his world lose light.
"Oh Angad! It's okay. Things like this happen all the time. They are what make us better, more experienced professionals.", she said walking upto him and hugging him. Instantly, he wrapped his arms around her, and caressed her forehead with his lips. "Don't worry. It's okay.", Kripa said as she felt him hug her tighter.
Finally when he began to calm down, he remembered the rose he had brought. He pulled away, and took the rose out of the coat that was still hanging on his arm, and presented it to Kripa. "For you.", Angad said smiling. Kripa looked at the soft, red rose for a second and then took it from his hands, smiling broadly before kissing him softly. Angad pulled her closer and added further intensity to the kiss. Their tongues battled passionately as their bodies yearned for more. Angad pulled her closer, moving his hands all over her body, expressing all his guilt, all his apologies, as Kripa's hands formed into fists in his hair.
They broke the kiss for air, and kept their foreheads on the other's. Angad opened his eyes and saw Kripa with her eyes closed and breath heavy. Angad caressed Kripa's face with his finger, before kissing her eyes. Kripa opened her eyes, smiled and hid her face in his chest, enjoying his heart beats.
"You aren't tired are you?", Angad whispered in a husky voice. "Not really. Are you?", she looked up at him, smiling mischievously. "Nope.", Angad said lifting her up in his strong arms. "But you are a little, right?",he asked. "Hmm..", she said playing with the hair at the back of his head. "Well how about I give you a massage?.", Angad suggested. "No, thank you. I don't want my limbs to be pulled off.", she laughed, as they reached the bed. He put her down on the bed and untied her robe, revealing a black satin nightie. "Too bad, because you are getting one.". He quickly went to dressing table, and came back holding a bottle of olive oil. "Olive Oil?", Kripa sat up. "Angad, I wont be able to sleep with this on, It's too oily.". "Don't worry, you won't notice with the A.C. on.", he said pouring some of the oil on his palms. "Angad.", Kripa whined. But he was already applying it too her feet. Kripa was surprised at how good he was.
Soon Angad's hands on her legs and arms started teasing her. The massaging session grew intense, and in no time, Angad was on top of her. They kissed each other passionately and stripped off each other's clothing, as Angad pampered her all night with his touch, giving her gentleness, pleasure and love. Love that he hadn't yet realized.
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Part 4:
4 days later:
"9:00 P.M." read the time on the clock. Angad threw the contraceptive sheath inside the pocket of his coat, as he pulled on his pants, watching Judy Blame- the world famous fashion designer, as she buttoned up her blouse. She was not even a quarter of the beautiful figure and face Kripa possessed. Did he just compare her to Kripa? He was doing that with every woman. Why?
He put his coat on himself and was about to open the door, when he heard Judy say. "I'll see you soon?", she asked. Angad turned around, and gave her a cold glare. "No,", he said arrogantly,"you wont.". He saw Judy give him a shrug, with a careless look in her eyes and face. He knew she wouldn't be bothered about him. It was just his looks and his body that these women wanted. Not him. Not once did anyone ask him anything about him, they were to busy enjoying teh intimacy they shared with him. Not that it bothered him. He was fine with it. To be exact, he liked it this way. No emotions, just physical touches.
He smiled as he thought of Kripa. She was so different. She enjoyed being with him, even when there was no physical touch involved, and he enjoyed it too. They loved spending time with eachother- talking aimlessly, doing silly things, getting to know each other better.
Suddenly his eyes filled up with tears of guilt, and shame. He quickly came out of Judy's outhouse and ran to his car wiping the tears, hoping that as soon as the tears left his cheeks, the guilt would leave his heart. Why was he guilty?
He reached his car and got inside it, driving away in anger and frustration. He drove carelessly for quite some time. Soon enough he stopped his car in front of the beach. He sighed, and threw his head on the head rest rubbing his palms on his face. It was so hard for him. Much harder than he thought. He tried to ignore the guilt but he couldn't.
For some reason he was ashamed of himself. If he couldn't meet his own eyes, how would he face Kripa? They got married just six days ago and here he was, spending time with other women. But that wasn't just it. The fact that he wasn't happy with other woman was also a cause of his confusion. He remembered his hands trembling when he touched Judy, and the previous day Holly, one of his clients. He was thinking of Kripa the whole time he was with them. His hands, he knew weren't trembling because of the currents or sparks he felt when he touched Kripa, because with her there was patient passion, intense pleasure, anxious tenderness,and something very, very deep. With other woman there was just guilt and regret. Not even a significant amount of lust was present with other women. He was simply doing it to protect his ego from being damaged, but this he didn't know.
He got out of the car and sat on the bonnet, taking a cigarette and lightening it with his lighter. He leaned against the windshield and stared at the calm water reflecting the image and light of the moon above it. He sighed and let out a breathe of gray smoke, as he drowned in his thoughts.
It seemed so easy in the beginning. Marry a girl but live the way you want to. But then he met Kripa. He felt attracted to her, and decided to marry her. Why? Why was he attracted? Was he experiencing his first crush? Angad shook his head. He was guilty, and it was only natural. There was no need to exaggerated.
Angad closed his eyes, and saw Kripa's face. She was everything he would want, then why was he with other women? He knew the answer deep down. It was his pride, his arrogance, his ego. They stopped him from changing his life style for her. What he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't help it.
He shook his head and laughed. Angad Khanna in a state of sadness and confusion for a woman? What was he guilty about? Sure, he was cheating on his wife, but that was the way he was. Besides, Kripa wouldn't come to know. He wouldn't let her. And he would keep her happy. He smiled, and then crushed his cigarette under his feet before sitting inside his car and driving away to the Khanna Mansion, happy and satisfied at the temporary peace he found in himself.
When Angad entered his room Kripa, wrapped in a black robe, was sitting on the bed, working on her laptop.
Angad hid the red rose in the inside pocket of his black Armani suit that he was wearing.
"Hey Jaan.", Angad said removing the laptop, and laying his head on her lap. "Hey.", Kripa smiled, running her fingers through his hair, which made Angad smile. "How was the meeting?", she asked. A pang of guilt hit him, and he felt ashamed. He stood up quickly, and took off his coat, hanging it on his arm."It was okay.", he said, wiping the dust off of the coat, trying to sound normal. But it was too late. Kripa had noticed the slight emotions in his voice. "It didn't go well?", She asked sitting up straight with her hands on the bed, and her legs hanging down, giving him an awkward expression. "No. It was fine. Just nerve wrecking.", he said, his voice cracking. He felt all of his world lose light.
"Oh Angad! It's okay. Things like this happen all the time. They are what make us better, more experienced professionals.", she said walking upto him and hugging him. Instantly, he wrapped his arms around her, and caressed her forehead with his lips. "Don't worry. It's okay.", Kripa said as she felt him hug her tighter.
Finally when he began to calm down, he remembered the rose he had brought. He pulled away, and took the rose out of the coat that was still hanging on his arm, and presented it to Kripa. "For you.", Angad said smiling. Kripa looked at the soft, red rose for a second and then took it from his hands, smiling broadly before kissing him softly. Angad pulled her closer and added further intensity to the kiss. Their tongues battled passionately as their bodies yearned for more. Angad pulled her closer, moving his hands all over her body, expressing all his guilt, all his apologies, as Kripa's hands formed into fists in his hair.
They broke the kiss for air, and kept their foreheads on the other's. Angad opened his eyes and saw Kripa with her eyes closed and breath heavy. Angad caressed Kripa's face with his finger, before kissing her eyes. Kripa opened her eyes, smiled and hid her face in his chest, enjoying his heart beats.
"You aren't tired are you?", Angad whispered in a husky voice. "Not really. Are you?", she looked up at him, smiling mischievously. "Nope.", Angad said lifting her up in his strong arms. "But you are a little, right?",he asked. "Hmm..", she said playing with the hair at the back of his head. "Well how about I give you a massage?.", Angad suggested. "No, thank you. I don't want my limbs to be pulled off.", she laughed, as they reached the bed. He put her down on the bed and untied her robe, revealing a black satin nightie. "Too bad, because you are getting one.". He quickly went to dressing table, and came back holding a bottle of olive oil. "Olive Oil?", Kripa sat up. "Angad, I wont be able to sleep with this on, It's too oily.". "Don't worry, you won't notice with the A.C. on.", he said pouring some of the oil on his palms. "Angad.", Kripa whined. But he was already applying it too her feet. Kripa was surprised at how good he was.
Soon Angad's hands on her legs and arms started teasing her. The massaging session grew intense, and in no time, Angad was on top of her. They kissed each other passionately and stripped off each other's clothing, as Angad pampered her all night with his touch, giving her gentleness, pleasure and love. Love that he hadn't yet realized.
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