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Khel Khel Main: Part 8

Angad set Kripa down on the chair and then made him way to the large leather chair behind the large Mahogany table. Angad looked up at Kripa was looking at him almost lost in her own world. Angad's touch still lingered Kripa's body as she replayed the played the past moments in her mind again and again.

Angad, reached for the drawer to his left and took out a document. He scanned it quickly and then slid it across the table to Kripa. She looked down at the table and then back at Anagd.

"What is this?" She asked looking back down at the legal document.

"Nothing much, just says that until you are my wife, you have full access to me bank account and credit cards, and you are responsible for them as much as I am. Now can you sing it?"

Kripa looked at him for a second and then stood up and turned to face the wall, his right hand in his pocket. "Kripa, I could have found anyone for this job, but I chose you for simply one reason. I can trust you. I'm Angad Khanna, an idol to many and a show-off to many. Being a public figure I have to look at many things. My life is an open book that everyone reads through articles and my own interviews. And, from now you will be in news along with me. I don't want anyone asking you any questions."

He turned around and looked at Kripa who was confused.

"All I'm trying to say is people will try and find out why you married me, and of course as most people will think for my money. And let them, it shouldn't bother us as we both know the truth. But, I want as long as you are my "wife" to have control on things that my wife would have control on. And-"

Before he could continue Kripa stopped him. She stood up and walked to Angad. "Angad I won't sing those papers. I'm sorry, but I can't handle something so big."

She looked at Angad, eyes looked a light brown almost a amber, gold color. The flames from the fire place opposite danced in his eyes, as the shadows danced behind him a little to the left.

Angad didn't say anything and Kripa looked away. Around the room Angad had farmed many certificated he had received in the past years. And on both sides on the wall behind him he built glass shelves to hold his trophies. Everything from a great football player in college to best actor of the year in drama. Things from the time he had joined Mock Trail, to other clubs such as 'Complexions,' a specialized club to students entering the business field. The college trophies were on the left, and in the right were all the awards he received in the past years from his great success, three business man of the year awards, a few of the most successful young man, and along with many other.

Between all the awards was an empty frame. It was beautiful a gold color on the edges with beautiful carvings, but it was empty. Kripa could see the back on the room through the clean glass on the frame. Right under the frame was a small desk which matched the interior of the entire room. The closet on the desk was locked. That was the only thing Kripa had seen in the entire house locked.

Angad, noticed Kripa's confused gaze and followed it. When he stopped at the frame and the small desk under it, a sad smile crossed his face. He looked back at Kripa. She was no longer looking at the room but right at Angad.

Angad titled his head slightly, "Would you like to know what's in that box?"

Kripa was unsure how to reply. She wanted to know, but at the same time she respected Angad's privacy. Angad smiled at her confused look and walked to the desk. He took a key out of his right pant pocket and unlocked the small cabinet underneath the desk. Slowly he reached inside the cabinet and took out a small wooden box. He closed the cabinet, without locking it he sat down behind his large desk, and asked Kripa to do the same.

Slightly, nervous, uncomfortable with the moment Kripa sat in front of Angad. Angad looked at the box in front of him and then pushed in across the table to Kripa.

Kripa looked down at it and traced the letter in the top with her finger. In fancy writing the box said, "Angad." On the bottom right hand corner it said, "From the person who loves you most, N. Khanna."

"Open it Kripa." Angad said smiling.

Kripa looked up at Angad and took a deep breath, with nervous hands she flipped the metal latch on the wooden box and opened the lid.

Angad Khanna, by asking Kripa Sharma to open this box had opened up his heart that had been locked away for almost six years now. For six years he had a secret in his heart that no one knew of, not his parents, not his friends, and not even Shahid. But for some reason he thought Kripa needed to know. She was the only person who would understand. The secret that had been locked in his heart for years, with the key he had porously lost some where had opened. As, if suddenly he urged to open his heart and let Kripa in it.

Angad Khanna, had avoided a few words to enter his life in the past years, some of them being, destiny, faith, bad luck, and turmoil. Angad Khanna's life had been going just fine until he lied to his parents about his marriage. And, this was just a small problem of life, and by letting Kripa open that box he had allowed all those words he avoided to enter his life.

It was December 19. Outside it was snowing, there were six days till Christmas, all school would be getting out today and families will start leaving to meet their families around Europe. Christmas in Europe was quite big, with the streets decorated with lights, stores decorated with Christmas Trees and stocking. Windows painted with sings of happy greeting, and much other to go along with it. And, the shopping centers were a sight in it self.

Last time Angad had celebrated Christmas was six years ago when he was setting his business up.

*****Flashback*****

Angad looked up at her smiling, "Yes, I think we did."

Kripa smiled back, she had opened the box but she hadn't looked into it yet. The entire time she had been staring into Angad's eyes. Which she noticed were very sad. Sad, like she had never seen before. Kripa closed to box and walked to Angad. "Are you ok?" She whispered to him.

Angad stood up and smiled, "I'm fine. Come lets get out selves a some wine. I'm going to need it."

Kripa smiled, just as weakly, and rested her hand on his arm, "Are you sure you want to tell me?"

He nodded his head, "I feel like you need to know." He held her hand and they made their way to the kitchen.

Outside, the snow was falling faster, and neither Angad nor Kripa wanted to go anywhere in this weather. It was barely 11 P.M. and this gave them the entire day to talk.

Kripa, knew this was going to be a tragic story, but she was going to find out something about that no one knew, no one. And, it was shocking. She would walk with Angad though his life and witness him, how he changed. To what he was to what he is now.

I know this was kind of short, i promise a longer part next time. I also know that i promised this fan-fiction to be lighter, more loving. I was wrong, and I lied. Sorry about that but as of now this is going to be a deep dark story. And, I'm crying thinking about it. 😭 Hope you enjoyed the part!

Neha 😛