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Khel Khel Main: Part 17

Angad hugged her, 'I'm sorry Dadi." It was Dadi, and behind her stood Ria. This was a gift for him.

Dadi sat beside him, Neha watched them her hands folded in front of her. Angad smiled at his daughter and brought his hand out. Neha held it and he picked her up on the bed. Kissing both her cheeks he told her, I love you. Dadi watched them, then holding his hand she looked at him, her eyes holding questions and concerns. Angad started and told her the entire story who Neha, his daughter was, how Kripa came in his life.

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A week later Kripa was sitting between her family, dressed in jeans and everyone discussing her marriage in four more days. Then suddenly everything turned quite, Kripa looked at the door and saw her father standing there, a young man arising next to him, it was Prithvi, realized. Her fiance. He entered the room with another man, his forehead, and arm bandaged. Kripa slowly stood up when she realized that the man who was so badly hurt was none other than Angad Khanna. She looked at Prithvi who was also hurt, but briefly. She walked to them with her mom by her side. She stood in front of Prithvi, but her eyes were on Angad. She looked at Prithvi, "are you ok?" she asked him. He nodded pleased. She felt him put his arm around her, Angad's eyes turned blurry upon seeing this.

Kripa smiled, reluctantly. Then Prithvi left the place with her father. Kripa's mom told her Angad's story and then asked her to take him to the guest room. Kripa feared, but still asked him to follow.

They walked down the empty house, while everyone was in the front room. Kripa opened the door, but before she could touch the lights Angad had her hand. She turned around and hugged him crying. Angad didn't expect this from her. He had expected her to argue. But he was glad she didn't. But as she hugged she asked, "why are you here Angad?" He had one arm around her.

"Because I love you Kripa. And, I know I can't live without you, I need you." She pulled away from him and wiped her tears.

"It's too late." Saying that she turned, but he stopped her by coming in front of her.

"Just tell me once you love me too Kripa. Please."

She sighed, and continued walking, but he grabbed her hand and pushed her against the wall, and stood in front of her. His right arm formed around her while his injured arm stood in place. He got closer to her and kissed her softly. "Then tell me you hate me." He kissed her again.

"I love you." she kissed him back as they both turned once, and Angad was against the wall. She leaned into him and he asked her again.

"Tell me if I went away right now you would not care." And he kissed again.

"It would matter." she returned his kiss. He turned her again.

"Tell me that you can live your life with Prithvi, tell me that you will be able to love him the way you loved me, the way you love me." He kissed again, this time it was intense. He backed away, and before he could kiss again Kripa's finger pressed into his lips, and she pushed him back. "I can never love anyone the way I loved, or love you today Angad. But also, its too late. I'm getting married in four days. I can't let my parents down again, Angad." She took her finger back and leaned into him and embraced him. "I love you, and always will."

"Will you marry me for, Neha?"

Kripa looked away, "Marry me for Neha, Kripa."

She turned and pushed him away, "I love you, and I will not marry you for anyone but yourself. At this point, I won't marry you." She walked out the room, and Angad smiled.

"Thanks Dadi."

Angad, had got in an accident with Prithvi's car, on purpose. That was the best way to get into the house. He job was now to sweep Kripa off her feet and win her back.

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Kripa was running around the fields that were owned by her father. She had kept her looks, she still dressed in jeans and skirts, hardly ever in Indian cloths. After she was done with that she ran into her house. It was empty, she walked thought the corridor of the large house which passed Angad's room. She was surprised when she was pulled into his room, thrown against a wall, the door locked. Before she could gather herself up, Angad had locked her. The curtains of the room were closed and he had locked the door. She was breathless, "Angad someone is going to come here."

"No one is home." he replied. She had nothing to say she was quite. He neared her, but she pulled away. He caught her hand and pulled her back so she collapsed into his body. He removed her hair from her neck and kissed her neck, up and down. She leaned into him, her knees had given up from under her.

"Angad you can't do this to me, not now. I'm getting married today."

"To a man you don't love." She turned around with a whoop, he continued to kiss her. "Kripa you're being unfair to me, to yourself, to our love."

"It's too late." She moved back to the wall pulling Angad with her. He continued to kiss, running his nose up and down her neck and shoulder.

"Can I tell you something for the last time?"

"What?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Can I give you the last gift of my life?"

"Yes." He pulled away and kissed her lightly. He moved to her suit case and took out a small box.

"Neha send this for you." Kripa's eyes was moist. She had loved Neha like her own daughter, she had loved him as her own husband. She unwrapped the gift and took out a small frame with Neha's, Kripa's and Angad's picture in it. She cried holding it. "She's hoping that when I get back you'll be with me. How will I tell her that you're never going to come back."

"Tell her anything."

"Now can I ask you for two last things?"

"What?"

"Can I kiss you for the last time?" She looked at him she pulled him closer and found his lips, and kissed him with all the love and all the passion she had. She pulled away and looked at him. He asked her for one more thing, "Can I be the first one to see you dressed as a bride, Kripa?" She nodded her head. "Why do you ask for something that I can't give you?"

"You're the only one who can give me, Kripa."

"Fine. You can."

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Kripa was sitting on the bed with everyone getting her ready when Angad walked into the room with Kripa's mom. Her mom smiled, "Angad, stay with her for sometime." Angad and Kripa were shocked.

"But aunty-"

"it's a family custom that a man brings the bride down, you seem to be the perfect man."

"Prithvi?"

"He doesn't mind."

Angad smiled, "Ok aunty." She left the room, lightly closing it behind her. Kripa stood up and walked to him. He kissed her forehead.

"You look beautiful, Kripa."

She smiled, "You don't look bad yourself."

He was crying, "are you sure about this Kripa?"

"I have to." He simply smiled, and nodded.

"And I'll support you till you want me to."

She hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry for doing this to you!"

He held her close, perhaps for the last time, "It's not your fault. I just don't deserve it."

"You Don't deserve this, you deserve all the happiness in the world Angad. And I'm sure you'll get it one day."

"It wont." She pulled away and wiped his tears. "Let's go, Kripa." He walked out the room and then held his hand out. Kripa placed her hand into his, and they walked down the stairs to the alter. Everyone watched them walk down the stairs. She held him and tight, she wished they stairs could never end, and she would stay that way for ever.

But the stairs did end and Kripa was seated beside Prithvi. The rituals started, Angad sat beside Kirpa, and gave her hand into Prithvi's. But as Prithvi took her hand into his Kripa was looking into Angad's eyes, and she never held Prithvi's hand back. Prithvi now looked at Kirpa, he was worried to see Angad and her looking at each other with so much intensity.

Angad moved his hand forward and curved it on top of Kripa's so she would close her hand into Prithvi's. More tears fell from her eyes, but now she looked at Prithvi with tears in her eyes. Her eyes were pleading, he shook his head.

Angad tied her scarf with Prithvi's and they both stood up to start the rounds around the fire. Angad smiled and turned around to leave, Kripa watched him leave, each step she took got heavier and heavier. Prithvi was holding her hand in his, tight. He knew that Kripa was in love with Angad, he knew that he loved her back, he also knew Kripa would never love him, she had begged him already to call this marriage off, but he didn't agree.

But as they finished their last round around the fire, Kripa stopped, she left his hand , and picked it up to her head. The place started to go round, she started fiddling with her hand and the ring Prithvi had given her slipped out and fell into the fire. Both her hands were on her head and she turned around to see Angad walking to the door. Wobbly she stepped down from the alter and the knot that Angad had tied broke, Kripa walked towards Angad, and before she started to fall she yelled him name loudly.

Angad turned around and found her falling to the floor. Running to her he caught her into his arms, and they both fell to the floor. Kripa looked at Angad and smiled, faintly.

Prithvi stood at the alter heart broken, shocked. Kripa's mom and her father ran to her. Angad sat there shocked, with Kripa in his arms.

Angad stood in the hospital against a column, his eyes closed. Fighting to keep his tears back, trying to keep the promise he had given Kripa, the promise he had given his daughter. He wouldn't cry. And, he would leave right now and go back to get his daughter who was in Delhi with Dadi. He started to walk away when the doors opened and came out the doctors, everyone ran to him and surrounded him. Angad continued to walk away.

"Anagd Khanna," the doctor said. Angad stopped, "She wants to see Angad Khanna." But once again Angad started to walk.

"Angad." Someone called from behind him. But he kept walking. "Angad." He heard again, it was Prithvi. He wiped his tears and kept walking away, but he stopped when he felt a small hand hold his. He looked down and saw Neha standing crying, huge tears falling from her tiny eyes. He bend down and cupped her tiny face.

"Why's my sweetheart crying?" he wiped her tears and kissed her. "Lets go." He picked her up in his arms and looked the other way when he saw Prithvi Bose standing in front of him, with Dadi.

"Because of you Anagd Khanna I lost Kripa today."

Angad closed his eyes, and started to walk again when Prithvi stopped her again. "Go, Angad." He looked at her. "Go to her, she really loves you. Go." He took Neha from her arms and pushed him. "Go!" He said louder. He turned around and practically ran into the room.

Where he saw Kripa laying on the bed still crying. "Kripa." She looked at the door and saw Angad standing there.

She sat up and held her hand out, "Tell me something, Angad."

"What?" he sat down beside her and wiped her tears.

"That it wouldn't make a difference if I married Prithvi." She kissed his forehead.

"It would." He kissed her back.

"Tell me that you would be able to live with the fact that I was married to someone." She kissed both his cheeks.

"I would die, Kripa." He kissed her back.

"Then tell me you love me." She placed a kiss on his lips.

"I love you, Kripa." He kissed her back, and hugged her tightly, both of them breaking down in each others arms.

"I love you too Angad." She held him tightly, crying, when she saw a smiling Prithvi stand in the window with Neha in his arms. She watched Neha slip down from his arms and walk to the room. Kripa followed her movement, Neha stood in front of both of them. Kripa left Angad and held her hand out for Neha, she took it and Kirpa picked her up.

Neha hugged her tightly, "Mom why did you leave me?" Kripa smiled, glad Neha still considered her, her mom.

"I promise never to leave you again. Never." Neha pulled away and smiled at her.

"Will you come back with us?"

"Of course I will."

Neha threw her arms around Kripa again, all smiles.

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Day later, Kripa and Angad sat on the sofa, with the entire Sharma family before them. No one is ready to accept Kripa and Angad as a pair. Despite of Prithvi calling the marriage off, the family still isn't allowing Kripa to marry Angad. Specially when they look at Neha, they can't let Kripa marry a man who is the father of a five year old girl. Never, call it anything they wouldn't agree.

Kripa and Angad had given up hope. Angad had to return back to London tonight for his next launch in a week.

He stood up and faced Kripa's parents, he wasn't going to take Kripa away without her parents permission then, he wasn't going to now either. "Kripa will stay here," he announced. Kripa took a deep breath and shook her head. She knew this was coming.

Everyone shifted their focus on Kripa now. She had left Angad for her parents, she loved them and wanted their support and she was planning on keeping it. She sighed, and started to walk towards her room, then stopped and turned to the family. "I won't marry Angad, I won't go back with him. I will continue to love him. But, I will never marry anyone else, I will never love anyone else." Before Angad could part his lips and spills the words Kripa was holding one hand up. "I'm doing what you want Angad, now you will let me do what I want to do." She turned around and walked away.

Angad closed his eyes, he felt Neha tug at his hand. He looked down at the girl, her brown eyes glistening. He bend down and cupped her face in his large hands. "Ready to go?" he asked.

"Will Mommy do with us?" she asked, scared for Angad to reply.

He simply smiled, kissed her forehead and scooped her up in his arms. "No." he simply replied.

"Never?" She asked.

"Never." Kripa's mother watched him leave the house with Neha in his arms. They shared such a sweet realationship. Something, Kripa and her father had never shared. And, now, neither, Kripa, her Mom, or her Dad, thought they would ever do so.

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Kripa sat in the window on the room three days later, crying. She hadn't ate or drank properly. Prithvi had come to see her a few times but she had refused to see him. She would hold the phone all day, hoping that the phone would ring and Angad would tell her how much he missed her, and how much he loves her. But it wasn't going to happen, and she knew it.

She heard the knock on her door, without looking over she knew who it was. "Yes…" she hesiated, "Dad." He was soully responsible for where Kripa sat today. Kripa agreed what he did, he did for her good. But it wasn't for her good. She was worst than she had been, and she would never be worst, or better.

He placed his hand on her shoulder. She lifted her eyes to his and saw his moist eyes as well. Her smile didn't reach her eyes, and she stood up. "Why are you sad, Dad? Isn't this what's best for me?"

The gray haired man closed his eyes, yes he was responsible but he wasn't going to budge. "No I'm not, Kripa. You're responsible. You should have never fallen in love with the man, you should have never met him."

She turned around and met his eyes once again, "Then Dad, I should have never came into this world, and you should have killed me the seconds you saw me."

The man raised his hand and slapped her across her face. Kripa smiled, as she looked her at floor with one hand on her cheek. She looked back at him, her tears now rolling down her cheeks. "It hurts, doesn't it? Then why are you letting me go throught the pain I am, Dad? Why are you allowing me to die with each second? Why did you let Angad leave, why?" She fell to the floor. She felt his hand on her arm, she looked up slowly and saw the tears in his eyes, now more.

He helped her up and took her into his arm, kissing her hair. She cried holding her father for the first time that night. "Look at the window, Kripa." He spoke softly in her ear. She turned her face to the window, and slowly left her father when she saw Angad standing in the front of the house. He left her, she looked at him, "Go." he told her. She looked up at him, "Go!" he says again, slighty pushing her away. "Go!"

Quickly hugging him again she runs down the stairs, skipping a few, almost falling at one point. She threw the large door open, when she reached outside, it was raining a January rain. She stopped, and looked at Angad standing in the rain across the garden, slowly getting wet in the rain. Smiling, yet tears in her eyes she ran to him, but before he could take her into his arms she stopped and starting hitting him, saying three words again and again, "I hate you ,I hate you, I hate you, I hate you…." he held her hands and pulled her closer, "I hate you!" she whispered softly. Before she could say anything, Angad had his lips against hers.

From Kripa's room, her father turned around smiling.

Kripa finally broke the kiss and looked at him, her arms still around his neck. "So what were you saying?" he asked pushing her hair back.

"I…" He raised an eyes brow. "I love you, Angad."

He smiled, and pulled her into his arms again, "I love you too, Kripa. I love you too." She felt herself relax as he said the words back.

When she looked at him again, he kissed her again. Then as he broke the kiss again he bend down to his knees in front of Kripa. He said only three words, "Marry me, Kripa."

She laughed, perhaps in shock. "Are you asking me, or telling?"

"I'm telling you, Marry me, wake up by my side every morning as Kripa Khanna, and fall asleep beside him every night as Kripa Khanna, grow old with me Kripa. Marry me."

He reached into his pocket, before he could open the ring chamber, Kripa held his hand. "Ask me again, Angad."

"Will you marry me, Kripa?"

She smiled, "Yes, I will marry you." She allowed him to open the ring chamber and slipped the ring into her finger.

Epilogue

She wrinkled her nose, "Actually…" She stopped her they both watched the sun set within five seconds.

"Actually, what?"

She turned and put her arms around him, "I did."

"I knew I shouldn't have married you!"

"Yeah, I know as well!" He kissed her lips quickly, before Neha could see.

"Mom, Dad!" The eight year old yelled.

"Yes sweetheart!" Angad replied as he picked her up.

"I'm hungry." She complained.

Angad smiled at her, "We'll be right there."

She slipped away and ran from there. Kripa walked to Angad and hugged her tightly, "I'm sorry."

Stroking her hair he smirked, "If you're sorry for this morning I meant to make you mad!"

She pulled away, yelling, "What?!"

"I'm sorry." He said like a child.

"But… WHY?!"

He laughed a little, "I just wanted to, because we never fight unlike all married couples."

She

He stepped closer, "But Kripa." She held her hand in front of his cheat.

'Normal husband, wife. Remember!"

He frowned, "Fine!" And turned. She laughed watching him away talking under his breath.

The Khanna family sat at the dinner table, Kripa and Neha giggled quietly while watching Angad toy with his food. In the three years of their marriage Three and a few months of their marriage he had never had to face such a situation where Kripa had actually told him to sleep away from her. It was just… not her.

Kripa cleared her throat as both, Kripa and Neha finished their dinner. Anagd looked up at the two. They both were smiling at him, lashes blinking like angels. He cocked an eye brow and instantly Neha frowned. Angad's eye brow took its normal position. "What's the frown for?" he asked looking at Neha.

She pointed at him, "how do you lift that brow Daddy."

He smiles at her, as Kripa, laughing hugs the girl. "It's talent sweetheart. Your Daddy has some extra wired talents."

Neha giggles now, angry Angad throws his spoon on his plate, and Kripa and Neha stop giggling. He pushed his plate back and stands up, as he leaves again Kripa and Neha start giggling.

"Come on Neha, lets get you to your room."

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Angad sits on the sofa, flipping through a magazine, his eyes frozen on the his and Kripa's wedding picture behind their bed. Angad and Kripa had a English wedding in London. For Kripa it was almost like a dream getting married to him, so to add to the beautiful dream she wanted an English wedding, it all seemed so Cinderella like, with everything white, pink, blue, and lavenders. It was just a beautiful day.

And, today as he looked at himself and Kripa together, Kripa dressed in a beautiful, strapless white dress, and a beautiful veil on her head, her arms carefully around Angad, their cheeks pressed together, with wide smiles. Angad looked like any other groom, Black tux, simple, yet unbelievable dashing. He thinks back to the days they day, the talks sitting together sharing coffee, which they hadn't done in quite some time now. This was the perfect time to surprise Kripa. Neha was sleeping, and Angad could spend some time with Kripa without anyone disturbing them.

Kripa was walking through the entire house closing the lights one by one, when she finally reached the living area, she found a cup of steaming hot coffee on the coffee table. She smiled, it couldn't be anyone but Angad. She closes the main light and leaves the table lamp on. As she proceeds to the cup waiting for her, she is held by his strong arms. She rests against Angad and smiles, "So Mr. Khanna what do you want?"

"You!" He kisses her cheek softly.

"Ah! Smart answer, now let me go."

"No. Come on Kripa, I wasn't serious."

"I know." She turns around and presses her lips into his neck. "I love you Angad."

He picks her up and carries her to the sofa, keeping her in his lap he sits down and caresses her hair, as they both sit in the dark, silent. "Angad…"

"Hmmm?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"What?" He looks at her, smiling carefully. "Kripa, what is it?"

She takes a deep breath and then holds his hands presses her lips into his palm and then slowly places his hand on her stomach. For a second he looks at her confused, then Neha sr. flashes in her mind, then the day she died. Suddenly traumatized, he takes his hand back. Kripa knew this was happening, that's why she had been hiding the fact she was pregnant for a week now.

Anagd had avoided this for the past years, scared to loose her. Scared that history might repeat itself.

He looked away. Kripa sat beside him now, pushing his hair back she kisses him softly. Carefully she starts to talk to him, "Angad…"

He stops her by hugging her tightly. His embrace scared, panicked, full of fear, but at the same time a slight happiness. Ignoring everything she embraces back the part of Angad which is happy.

"I don't know what to say, Kripa." He looks at her as kisses her again, and then again. He's happy, that's for sure. But a part of him is scared. "But I have one condition Kirpa."

Smiling, she places her hand on his cheek, "I know what it is Angad. You will accompany me to every doctor visit I ever take, right?"

He is touched, and once again Kripa has proven how much she loves him. He doesn't have too many options then to just hug her again, and that's exactly what he does while mumbling in her ear. But still, there is a part of him that is scared.

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She opens her eyes and looks around to find Angad beside her, crying. She forces a smile and then looks beside her to see the little baby next to her. She puts her arm around the little girl, and kisses her. Silence. She looks up at Angad, and smiles. Holding his hand, she slightly pulls him forward. He sits beside her and kisses her forehead. Still holding his hand she whispers, "I'm fine, Angad." He smiles back, and yes she is fine, fine with a new life beside her.

Seconds later, the nurse takes the little girl away and Angad sits beside her. She puts his arms around her tightly and kisses his chest. "Our third baby Angad. How many more do you want???" Yes third baby, Neha, their little boy Arjun, and this sweet little girl.

He laughs slightly, "No more. Three are enough. If I ask for another kid you're never going to give me the time that I need, that I want." That was a lie and Angad was teasing her. She still gave him all the time he wanted, didn't want, needed or didn't need. She gave it all to him.

"In that case, I would like to have a few more kids."

He holds her tighter, closer, "Just make sure your waist size doesn't get bigger and I'm fine."

She hits him lightly and smiles.

And with smiles and tears life continues on and on. In each step of tears or smiles they supported each other.

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