Thora sa pyaar LAST PART(pg.31)(1/16) - Page 18

Hey, thanks for the wonderful parts! 👏

I think this a brilliant and well-written story, and each and every one of your vocabulary words are used in the right context, which makes me wonder how long it takes you to write haha..

Continue soon!

Love,
Sunita

Originally posted by: koolgirl88

Hey, thanks for the wonderful parts! 👏

I think this a brilliant and well-written story, and each and every one of your vocabulary words are used in the right context, which makes me wonder how long it takes you to write haha..

Continue soon!

Love,
Sunita

Sunita you have no idea!!😆

Thora sa Pyaar Parts 7 and 8

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"Kripa. Kripa? Kripa!" Harshini shouted at her in exasperation, effectively freeing her from the trance she'd been in for the majority of the day.

"Oh. Harshini," she blinked, startled by the volume of his voice.

"What the hell, Kripa. What's with you lately? You've been acting strange," she explained with some concern, looking to Sahil and Mishty for support. Mishty just shrugged.

"Yeah, Krips, you've been talking less. I almost miss the lectures on how studying is so much fun," the redhead put in, taking a bite out of his bacon as he watched her.

Kripa felt slightly guilty at the negligence she'd exhibited regarding her three best friends; she'd tried to make Alliyah understand the situation as best as possible, but she'd also sworn the other girl to secrecy. It wasn't likely that Harshini. Mishty, and Sahil knew about her predicament. She was surprised, though, that they'd been even remotely aware of a change in her character.

"Sorry," she said with a rueful smile, "I've just been stressed out lately what with exams coming up. Only a few months away, you know."

Her friends relaxed at the normalcy of her statement, their unease dissipating in an instant. They would never suspect her of lying to ease their disquiet; she could barely believe what she'd just done. Taking advantage of their unwavering trust in her scholarly nature was something that violated her strict code of ethics. She had used the stereotype they had ascribed her for a reason she wasn't entirely sure made any sense.

She didn't want them interfering in such a personal problem, was the thing. Sahil had the most remarkable tendency to incorporate violence into nearly everything he did; Harshini wasn't much better, but generally relied on the resentment she harbored for anyone other than Kripa, Mishty, and Sahil to blindly get him through whatever quandaries she found himself in. Mishty wasn't as much of her friend as Harshini and Sahil were. She was just there.

The difference between what she had previously endured and her current dilemma was that this was a sentimental fix, not a physical one. This wasn't a run-in with a teacher after breaking curfew, or sneaking out of her dorms to go partying. This was the sort of crisis that put her at no risk for expulsion; no, she was far more likely to get her heart broken.

And she knew that no matter their good intentions, Sahil or Harshini couldn't protect her from it. There was no medicine to keep her feelings at bay, no amount of brawny intimidation to dispel such a colossal emotion; if she turned out be wrong, and Angad had, for once, been telling her the truth, there was no relief from the pain she'd have to succumb to. No reprieve from the fate she herself had sealed by prolonging contact with him; no cure for the agony that characterized the rejection she'd have to withstand.

She'd never wanted to be lied to so badly.

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Angad approached her as she was leaving dinner. He'd determined that allowing her to think he'd been wallowing in self-pity and discomfort could do nothing but help his cause. Furthermore, he planned on displaying an act of contrition so earnestly she might be moved to tears.

"Kripa," he called to her weakly, purposely averting his gaze when she turned around with an expression of annoyance marring her features.

"What?" she snapped.

"I…simply wanted to apologize for my rude refusal to acknowledge any empathy on your part the other day," he choked out, determined to sound regretful. He had let his eyelids flutter closed and could only feel the heat of her stare as it rested on his face. She was studying him, searching for that hole in his mask; he was positive that she'd find none this time around.

"Apology not accepted," she said in a clipped tone, more than a little disconcerted by his flawless faade of sorrow. She could almost believe him.

"I thought as much," he sighed with enough to remorse to render her immobile.

"Angad." She finally decided that asking him point-blank if he had lied was her only chance at getting a straight answer. He'd be caught off guard and more likely to slip up, she reasoned.

"Yes?" he said hopefully, willing her to say something that would divulge her vulnerability.

"Did you lie to me about writing what was on those papers?" she inquired unexpectedly.

He stopped breathing.

There's no way she figured it out this fast, he reassured himself with only the mildest hint of dread. No one's that intelligent. He mulled over her question, pretending to be considering a suitable response.

But someone is that desperate, he concluded sullenly. He realized that she must have been so distressed by his behavior that she'd taken her last chance and accused him of deceiving her.

He thought about what might change her mind, what might push her into believing him again.

With a grimace of contrived hurt, he pushed past her and walked quickly away. Her confusion was almost palpable in the tense silence, the only sound in the hallway the echo of his footsteps.

"Angad. Angad, wait!" she yelled, frantic that she was losing her only hope at any semblance of inner peace. Running to catch up with him, she yanked at his elbow until he was forced to turn around. She was stunned by the remorse she read clearly in his eyes.

"Who do you think you are, Kripa? Asking me something like that and expecting me to dignify it with an answer?" he demanded indignantly. She had the grace to blush, and stuttered her response:

"I…I didn't mean to…that is to say, I didn't want to…Look, Angad," she finally burst out with, getting angry by his charade of virtue. "Even you, the humble artist that transforms mere words into…into weapons, must understand how difficult this is for me to come to terms with. You, the boy I've apparently wasted years despising, is the only person in the entire world who can capture everything I feel, think, and want to the point of absolute perfection."

"What do you want me to do, congratulate you on a job well done? Shake your hand and advise you to study creative writing at Oxford? I'm sorry that my natural reaction was to doubt your honesty; I'm sorry that you've been offended by my desire to at least have a somewhat civil conversation with you. But I'm even sorrier that you'll always be a conceited, malicious ass that I can never, ever even like." Kripa added

"So this is it, Angad. This is the last you'll hear from me. No more spiteful confrontations in the halls, no more impromptu food fights to make me late. No more naivety on my part and no more acting on yours. I'm begging you to forget you ever tried to coerce me into…whatever it was you were trying to coerce me into. I understand that mind games are something that it's more than likely you've grown up with, and using them on poor, unsuspecting, people is probably a favorite pastime of yours. But try and remember this, Angad: what you were doing? Yeah, you weren't just playing with my mind." Kripa finished.

By the end of her tirade, her ordinarily dull brown eyes were sparkling with something unidentifiable, but oddly…stimulating. Angad was startled by her passionate outburst, by the tumultuous direction her psyche had taken her.

Kripa wasn't, by any means, the kind of girl that lost control. She was renowned for her poise and discipline; chaos was her antithesis. She thrived in orderly, strict environments where rules were enforced and upheld. Every one of her actions was carefully planned, assessed based on practicality and productivity. She loved knowledge and required facts to uphold her beliefs.

Angad had therefore never seen her collapse in such a way. This wasn't an exhibition of weakness, like her sob session with Alliyah had been. No, this was a glimpse of the power and strength she could champion should she ever break out of her traditionally conservative shell. He had just had a preview of the woman she was to become: he didn't know if he should be honored or frightened.

She'd made him feel inadequate in those few minutes she'd spoken; dirty and common and cheap. She'd put it into perspective brilliantly with her last few words: '…you weren't just playing with my mind.' How like her to sum it up so nicely. How like her to meticulously zero in on the only part of her rant that had made any sense to him.

She'd guessed that he had been attempting to manipulate her into something. She hadn't let herself follow that suspicion through, and had simply opted for avoiding him for the rest of her life.

Reflecting on his motives for lying to her and hoping she'd fall for it…

With a self-deprecating smile, he walked away, thinking that he couldn't really blame her.

OOO

PART 8

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Angad had come to the conclusion that repentance was a fascinating concept. The idea of self-sacrifice for the sake of someone who'd been unjustifiably wronged was appealing on many different levels to him; the basis for his infatuation was that atonement was usually rewarded with forgiveness. And his thirst for absolution could be quenched only by the one person who'd induced in him a startling assemblage of guilt: Kripa.

She'd somehow managed to appeal to the side of him that was generally associated with cowardice: the feeble, jealous, vindictive side that had impelled his treachery in the first place. Everyone had flaws, and she'd exploited his magnificently. He doubted she was aware of that, though.

Which was precisely the reason why he was intent on penitence. She hadn't manipulated him into this, hadn't done anything except speak her mind. Unfortunately, her blunt honesty had had a devastating effect on his emotions.

Angad couldn't recall ever feeling so torn. His conscience had lain dormant for so long that it was almost disconcerting to be bound to a remorseful edict of his own creation. Combined with his natural urge to obliterate his rivals, he had no idea where his loyalties should be.

His problem was that he'd had a rude awakening: he had never stopped to think about the actual people he was hurting before Kripa's admonition. There was personality behind those facets of nobility he was intent on destroying; there were thoughts and feelings and desires that he was ensuring there would be no fulfillment of. And now that he'd appreciated his shortcoming, it struck him as strange that he'd never realized any of it before.

To his consternation, a solution hadn't made itself clear after he'd appraised his situation. Of course, he could always just avoid her and hope she'd forget about his deceit; but that was tantamount to weakness and he wasn't sure he could handle his own derision in addition to hers.

It was as he was considering various plans of action that he ran almost headfirst into Kripa, her wild brown hair suffocating him as she twisted her body around to avoid falling.

"What the hell, Kripa! Why can't you watch where you're going?" he demanded, rubbing a hand over his mouth to dispel any stray hairs that had manifested themselves in the open cavity.

The look she gave him was a mystifying fusion of scorn, nervous embarrassment, and righteous indignation.

He'd never been so enthralled with another human being.

"Oh, so the fact that I was turning a blind corner and you were concentrating on your shoes makes it my fault?" she replied heatedly.

"Well maybe it wasn't an accident, Kripa. I think we both know about your…vulnerability where I'm concerned. Maybe you wanted to run into me," he murmured seductively, trapping her gaze with the vehemence of his own fury, which had permeated the gray confines of his eyes. He wasn't sure why he was behaving so abominably, or why he was letting anger practically consume him; he wasn't thinking, and the circumstances were deteriorating rapidly.

"Spare me the romantic insinuations, Angad," she sneered at him, a fiery red blush creeping up her neck.

"Who said anything about romance? I didn't know that blind stupidity constituted romance," he smirked at her.

"Blind stupidity?" she repeated dully, understanding too late where he was going with this particular accusation.

"Well, yes. Only complete idiocy would compel someone to fall in love with a person they don't even know," he mocked, reminding himself that this kind of power was exactly what he'd wanted over her.

"And only complete idiocy would compel someone to degrade another person for something they couldn't even help," she shot back, anxious as to why he still appeared so calm.

"Huh. How is that for excruciating irony, Kripa?" he asked her, a nasty twist to his question that halted her retort.

Something was achingly familiar to her in what he'd said. There was a trace of mimicry in his tone, which baffled her. The only time she could recollect using that description regarding her current predicament was with Alliyah. Angad couldn't possibly have…

As if in slow-motion, she remembered the minute details of that night: her tears, glistening against her pale skin in the moonlight of the school balcony; her voice, nasally and muffled against her knees; Alliyah's hand, soothing and sure on her shoulder; the flicker of a shadow on the stairway when she chanced a glance…

"You bas***d," she hissed, shutting her eyes against the gruesome sight of a beaming Angad.

"Now, now, Kripa. No unfounded allegations against my birth; wouldn't want you to be an innocent and a hypocrite," he taunted.

Without a second's hesitation, she had bunched her right hand into a fist, pulled her arm back, and punched him.

A sickening crunch pervaded the moment of shocked silence that had enveloped the corridor. With a violent curse, Angad clutched his throbbing nose, knowing it was broken yet somehow unable to feel the pain. He was far too focused on the girl standing in front of him, a dazed grin affixed on her face as she watched him.

She amazed him in every way imaginable. She was this pillar of strength and determination, of knowledge and virtue; then she'd turn around and exhibit the kind of emotion and melodrama worthy of an actress. She'd spurred his conscience into action with a few well-chosen words and inflicted upon him the kind of physical harm that held little meaning for someone of her principles: she'd view whatever petulance he showed as further proof of his vilification.

Slowly lowering his palm, he looked at her, an unusual spark of warmth in his eyes that she noted immediately.

"Good one, Kripa," he said, smiling slightly. "You pack quite the punch for a girl." And then he was gone.

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ok so how did you guys like it? I would say this is a turning point because Angad has started thinking about Kripa in a different way, but dont hold me to it! It will probably change. As in that was just a one day feeling kind of thing. Also the punch Kripa threw at Angad was strictly professional....nah....I am just a teensy bit mad. So sorry if it seems out of place. And as for my comment asking if I should continue, I will continue for the few that read it!

-Natasha

Wow beautiful Natsha...that was absolutely wonderful. Annd please do not think about stopping at thsi point...the grammer is just wow.....I have just question well or something of the sort for u. If you've got the time do answer them...First and foremost where is the story heading? (I do understand the conflict between A-K...I mean I was just wondering if u could forshadow the futeure and drop us some clues as to what is to come.

Originally posted by: jjknrokz

Wow beautiful Natsha...that was absolutely wonderful. Annd please do not think about stopping at thsi point...the grammer is just wow.....I have just question well or something of the sort for u. If you've got the time do answer them...First and foremost where is the story heading? (I do understand the conflict between A-K...I mean I was just wondering if u could forshadow the futeure and drop us some clues as to what is to come.

hahaha sure, but dont hold me on the clues i will give. I dont really start thinking until i sit down to type. THings always change. Like I had predicted the story to go into a totally different diretioN!!😆I will post clues tommorow!!

cool great I can't wait!..and I know how things change..I can say the same for myslef! 😛

Originally posted by: jjknrokz

cool great I can't wait!..and I know how things change..I can say the same for myslef! 😛

lol thanks for understanding!!😃

wowwww natu... mindblowing is not the word... the way u projected the emotions of these 2 i could so picture them.... 👏 love the way ur story is taking turn now....it just amazing... 👏

angad and kripa are 2 opposite poles... but one thing in common might just bring them together 😉 lol its for u to guess wht i meant here 😆 😆 😆 tables turned around 😉

natasha wonderful part like the punch kripa gave angad. he deserved it. he was way too mean and too rude. well kripa did the right thing by giving him a taste of women power wat say? well continue soon n i noticed ur using less vocab words 😆 😆 😆. wonderful fanfic natu continue soon 😊 😛

Originally posted by: princess1_43

wowwww natu... mindblowing is not the word... the way u projected the emotions of these 2 i could so picture them.... 👏 love the way ur story is taking turn now....it just amazing... 👏

angad and kripa are 2 opposite poles... but one thing in common might just bring them together 😉 lol its for u to guess wht i meant here 😆 😆 😆 tables turned around 😉

ARGHHH i dont know what you mean. BUT dont worry next part the tables will turn again!!😆😉 ANd thanks! Glad you like it!!