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natasha very nice part and angad is so dumb and so confused but cant really blam him after all he is a guy and they never know their feelings plus they are always confused. any ways loved the part. continue soon. 😊
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Navri and her eternal victimisation
Originally posted by: yeh_ada_143
OKay, I probably sound like a retard for asking this, but I just read the character sketch over again--and I'm confused, has the "junior ball" already happened?
lol no you dont....that was just a blast from the past! I didn't show it, but in the character sketch i showed to give a thing about how people viewed Kripa!!
PARTS 16 17 18
OOO
A glance; a whisper; a fleeting touch from her glorious fingertips, and I'm lost. Watching her graceless dancing is indistinguishable from spending a lifetime in my own sweet nirvana. Her inelegance is appallingly gorgeous; her coarse manners grotesquely beautiful. Her eloquence seeks a reminder for its liquid poetry: a gasp released from between those lips says a hundred different things. Her wary disposition is merely enhanced by my own wonderment. In a whirl of dry regret I realize too late her perfection. Yet in a fit of fastidious irony it was her all too obvious flaws that were the spark of my comprehension.
OOO
Angad let a grimace of distaste float across his face as he read what was so gloriously written on the parchment that had been stuck in a library book. He recognized the handwriting as that of the faceless character he'd unknowingly impersonated; his own deceit was haunting him mercilessly and he was powerless to stop it.
It had been four agonizing days since he'd last spoken to her. Four excruciating days since he'd held her in his arms and known true, complete, sincere joy. Four days since he'd tossed aside his last shot at redemption and refused to look back.
He thought about the way she'd been molded against him, her small frame fitting so perfectly against his own. He thought about how her lips had been so invitingly pink, glistening as her tears wet them, preparing to speak. He thought about how her eyes had been wide and unprecedented, her sinfully long lashes brushing against her silky cheeks as her eyelids fluttered shut. He thought about what she'd said, and what he'd said, and what he'd wanted to say.
And suddenly, everything made sense.
All of his pretentious pragmatism was spiraling away from him, only to be replaced by the kind of ridiculous idealism he'd never let himself be consumed with. He wanted to laugh at his pointless attempts to thwart his destiny, to mask his feelings with affected practicality. He had wasted so much time; precious, precious, time.
Tossing aside the paper that he held limply with one hand, he jumped to his feet and ran from the library. He sprinted to the empty hallway that led up to the roof, ascending the steps with such speed that he nearly tripped.
When he reached the room at the top, he found it depressingly vacant.
Sighing, he sat down to wait. He knew she'd come. She had to come.
He just hoped she'd talk.
OOO
Kripa was rifling through the pages of a book in the library when a folded slip of parchment fell out. Without hesitating, she read the words she knew to be written by Sahil, her lungs almost bursting as she fought to breathe. How she wished she could have done the sensible thing and fallen in love with him.
But she'd been deluded by Angad and his deceit, been lured to her own destruction by her worst enemy. And now she was so superbly trapped she could almost smile at it. But only almost.
She thought about what she was reading, the stupefaction that was so genuinely illustrated throughout the text. She thought about how Angad had told her that he couldn't possibly be what she needed. She thought about the way his normally expressive gray eyes had been shuttered, how his smirk had been suspiciously absent as he'd taunted her. She thought about what he'd said, and what she'd said, and what she'd wanted to say.
And suddenly, everything made sense.
She understood his reluctance to give up what he believed in. She, too, was afraid to forsake the acceptance of her peers to fall in love with him.
But love was too rare, too tenuous and too fragile to be taken for granted so easily. He represented everything she hated and fought against, everything she'd once vowed to dispel from the world; he was her antichrist and she loved him for it.
He was so magnificently flawed, so perfectly imperfect in his catastrophic resentment and callousness. He'd hurt her so much in the past, had mangled her already broken heart so that it was almost unrecognizable; but she'd let herself be angry for too long. It was far more painful to hate him when she knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from falling at his feet and begging him to love her.
She closed the book she held in her hand and dropped it, walking from the library and heading towards the roof.
OOO
He heard her coming before he saw her. She was gulping in air as she traversed the steps, and he gave a sigh of relief as he realized who was coming. He found he had no idea what to say to her when she stopped in the archway, however.
A tense silence reigned over the room, filled with inherent secrets and a multitude of doubt. She was the first to break it:
"Have you ever really thought about how different we are?" she asked, startling him.
"Yes. That's part of the reason I'm so terrified of you," he replied honestly.
"And I was so convinced I was the only scared one," she told him, arching her eyebrows.
"You? You're frightened of me? Apparently I've misjudged all of your reactions to me in the past years."
"Well, even you, dense as you are, have to be aware of the fact that it's good sense to be petrified of someone who can induce such emptiness," she answered him distantly.
"About that. I…have treated you abominably recently."
She was quiet, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't she crossed her arms over her chest and leveled him with a bemused stare.
"What? That's it? No dramatic apology, no momentous declaration of love? You're just going to admit you're wrong and not even fight for me?" she demanded.
"It's not like you'd believe me, if I said anything even remotely meaningful, so I suppose I'll just take what I can get," he shot back cruelly.
"A rough estimate of what you can get is--" she stopped, blinking. Shaking her head, she tilted it back, biting her lip and snorting. "So this is it, isn't it? We're just going to do this all over again, the fighting and the crying and the yelling…"
He had been so prepared to strike back with a cunning retort that he was floored by her soft observation.
"Listen," he finally responded, training his gaze on the wall behind her, "I didn't just want to say that to you. I wanted to tell you so much more, but I need to know something."
"What? What do you need to know?"
"Are you willing to give it all up, Kripa?"
"What are you talking about?" she inquired, an ominous chill creeping up her spine.
"I'm talking about everything. The delightful popularity you revel in, the never-ending respect of your friends, the stunning opportunities you could have. Your standards and your morals and your future. Would you give it up?"
She gaped at him, unprepared for such a question.
"I…I don't know," she mumbled.
"Not good enough, Ms. Sharma," he said.
"Oh, who are we kidding? You are not even calling me by my first name! How is it that two people can fancy themselves in love when their close bond is exemplified by the startling intimacy found in their surnames?" she burst out, wanting to fall onto the ground in hysterics. She felt laughter bubble up inside of her.
"I'd give it up for you, Ms. Sharma. All of it," he told her in a low voice. After a pause, he continued, "I mean, Kripa."
He brushed past her and left, her name echoing throughout the chamber as she felt her heart beating so fast she was sure it would burst through her chest. Several minutes later, a solitary tear glided down her cheek.
"I would too, Angad. I would too," she whispered into the darkness.
OOO
PARTS 17
OOO
Angad was miserable to the point of agony as he trudged down the stairs that led up to the roof.
He'd let her in on the biggest secret of his short life, and she'd hesitated. She'd been indecisive and doubtful, her uncertainty so painful to witness he'd had to leave. She couldn't know how much she'd hurt him. The way she'd gaped at him after his sarcastic use of her first name was proof of that.
But he couldn't let her go.
He'd never been under a spell quite like the one she'd ensnared him with; everything was so much sharper, so much clearer, when she was around. He needed her to protect him from himself, and he hadn't been lying when he'd said he would give everything up for that. He was still the same selfish little boy he'd been years ago; he was thinking of nothing but his own safety, and she was his savior.
He was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice, but she wasn't. He was ready to change his entire life for one person, and she wasn't.
"Angad! Wait!" he heard her call, breaking into his thoughts. He watched, with some amusement, as she practically flew towards him, her hair streaming out behind her and her cheeks flushed from exertion.
She was so stunningly beautiful, his breath caught.
"What is it, Kripa?" he asked pointedly, putting extra emphasis on her name.
"I need to know something," she replied, her penetrating gaze searing into him.
"Oh? And what is that?"
"Do you love me?"
He heard the question as if he was far, far away; and he wished desperately that he was. He'd never dared to ponder what exactly it was that he felt for her, but now it seemed he had no choice.
He knew that he didn't like her, that they had next to nothing in common, and argued incessantly. He knew that their friends hated each other, and that up until a few weeks ago they'd each have gladly murdered the other.
He knew that he would gladly forfeit everything and everyone he held dear just for the security she offered; he would surrender his beliefs, surrender his inheritance, and surrender his friends: just for her. He knew that he wanted more than anything to have her close by, wanted to drape his arm so carelessly across her shoulder without being beaten for it; he knew that he wanted her to love him, wanted her to stare up at him with those big brown eyes close to bursting with affection.
A slow smile affixed itself across his face as he regarded her steadily.
"I can't possibly love you, Kripa. I'm supposed to hate you, remember? I'm supposed to curse your name and wish you were dead. I'm supposed to lie to you and call you names and break your heart," he whispered, taking a step towards her.
She didn't back away, didn't risk moving.
"I'm supposed to forget you're smarter than me and remember everything you've ever done better. I'm supposed to think of you as Sahil's lackey, Sahil's friend, Sahil's helper. But guess what?"
She was afraid to blink.
"I'm defying convention, Kripa. I'm telling you I love you, telling you that I'll break all the rules for you. I'm telling you that nothing and no one matters as much to me as you do. I'm telling you everything you won't believe and everything you want to. I'm telling you the truth," he murmured, a scant few inches between their bodies.
She did nothing but close off the remaining distance, relaxing into his embrace without delay.
It was a kiss of tenderness rather than passionate ferocity; his mind was reeling at the exhilarating sensation that should have been unsettling but he found to be thrilling. His mouth moved over hers, as she gasped; his knuckles grazed over the delicate line of her jaw, eliciting a shiver as she pressed closer. His hands wandered down her back and encircled her waist, her own fingers curling around the back of his neck and faintly trailing through his hair. She could feel every inch of him, every wonderful, totally inadequate, part of him against her.
"Angad," she said breathlessly, pulling back.
"Yeah?" he responded, in a staggering daze.
"I just wanted you to know that I changed my answer," she told him, her chest heaving.
"What are you talking about?" he asked quizzically, raising an eyebrow.
"I know now. I know if I'd give it all up for you," she answered.
He said nothing, merely let her go and returned to his place in the corridor.
"Angad, I would do anything for--" she stopped, her expression changing instantly as she caught sight of something behind him.
"What--"
"Kripa? Is he bothering you?" Sahil, hero-boy extraordinaire, stood a few feet behind Angad, his frown a clear indication of his displeasure at seeing his best friend and his worst nightmare together.
"Oh. Sahil. Hello," she responded uneasily, her startled, frightened gaze flying back and forth between the two boys.
"Yeah, Kripa, am I bothering you?" Angad inquired coldly, knowing that she wouldn't treat him any differently than she was supposed to. Not in front of Sahil.
"Well…no," she said noncommittally.
"I told you to leave her alone, Angad," Sahil turned his attention to Angad.
"Whatever, Sahil. Your precious girlfriend just happened to ruin my day, so if you'll excuse me I'll go back to plotting your untimely deaths."
He swept past them both, casting Kripa a thoroughly disgusted look before rounding the corner and collapsing in an empty classroom.
He was fairly sure she'd just broken his heart.
OOO
She'd gotten rid of Sahil somehow, explaining quickly that she just needed some time alone. As soon as he'd left her, she raced down the corridor and began flinging open doors, hoping against hope he was somewhere she could find him.
She saw him sitting on a desk facing a window, his knees pulled up and his arms folded across them.
"Angad," she implored, breaking through his reverie, "I just wanted--"
"Wanted what? To tell me how very much you're willing to give up for me?" he laughed harshly, the sound echoing through the room and making her wince.
"You can't begin to understand how betrayed Sahil would feel--"
"Oh, believe me Ms. Sharma. I can understand. Betrayal's my specialty, remember? And as a connoisseur, let me congratulate you on your superb edification of it," he snarled, sliding to his feet and swatting at a chair.
"Like you would have done any different!" she shouted, finally getting angry.
"How nice that you're relieving yourself of that stereotype that all of us are too detached and unfeeling to have real friends whose opinion we value," he shot back, his voice brittle and his eyes flashing.
He didn't deny her accusation, simply because he wasn't really certain what he would have done had it been one of his friends that had walked by.
Furious that she had made a valid point, he strode to the doorway and ignored her guttural protest.
"One last thing, Ms. Sharma," he said, feigning indifference and swallowing painfully. "I meant what I said. Every single word."
She let him leave, knowing that he'd only said it to make her feel guilty, to make her feel just as terrible as he did.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled to the empty classroom. "So, so sorry." A strangled sob and then, "I love you. That's what I was going to say. All I was going to say."
But even she knew she had spoken too late
OOO
PART 18
OOO
He'd heard her. He'd heard that magnificently heartbreaking declaration, spoken too late and with too much finality. She'd sobbed out her love, turning it into a farewell rather than a thing of beauty; sentiment was not his strong suit, but even he had been able to detect her regret and disappointment. She'd given up and proven herself a hypocrite.
She'd accused him of being unwilling to fight for her, unwilling to make the big, romantic gestures she craved. But she, the supposed victim in their history, the one who'd been unjustly tormented and put on a brave face when all she wanted to do was cry; she, not he, had been the one to falter.
To let her resolve crumble into nothingness. She'd been torn between a lifetime of fire, of enthusiasm, of unpredictability, of pure, unadulterated captivation; and a lifetime of comfort. She hadn't made her choice.
So he'd made it for her.
OOO
Kripa felt as if she was standing before a precipice whose edge was looming closer and closer; she had to decide whether to jump into that chasm or run back to the relative safety that she had momentarily escaped. The abyss that confronted her was vast and deep and totally unknown: she had no idea what awaited her at the bottom, but logic told her it was certain suicide.
Her entire life up until then had been dominated by common sense. She'd been sensible rather than emotional, prudent rather than reckless. There was no such thing as impulsiveness for her, nothing close to impetuosity. She was neat and organized and was a firm believer in being careful and never letting her deeply rooted vulnerability get the best of her.
Looking into the achingly familiar eyes of her best friend, she had recognized the first stirrings of rebellion.
Caution and acquiescence had brought her nothing but anguish where Angad Khanna was concerned. She hadn't trusted herself, but had put every ounce of her faith in the rationale that he was doing nothing but joyously deluding her, tempting her with faulty apologies and ploys of sincerity. Her paranoia at the harm he'd inflicted on her in the past had blinded her to so much that she was astonished she could possess so much intelligence, so much knowledge, but be so incredibly stupid in regards to the only thing that really mattered.
All those books she'd devoured, all those pointless facts and essays she'd memorized, and they all came to nothing. She had thought that she valued wisdom above all else, that she wouldn't be one of those flighty females who let themselves be consumed by a mere emotion. But she was nave when it came to love, was almost afraid to test its strength: she had no idea that if what she was so convinced was real was actually a fabrication of her own conscience.
She no longer wanted to know everything. She had next to no desire to be the valedictorian. Her ambitions all paled in comparison to the kiss that had haunted her dreams with its trenchant absolution and its unforgiving passion.
She had made the biggest mistake of her life when she'd chosen Sahil and his affability over Angad and his feverous implications. She'd thought at the time that she could have both, that she could juggle her friendship and her romance just like she'd juggled having nine classes in a single day.
But she'd realized after Angad's outburst that she couldn't have that. She had to make a sacrifice, like he had; she had to pick one or the other, like he had.
How ironic, she mused, that she was looking to him for guidance. That she was preparing herself to emanate his actions, his decisions, when she had, for so long, called him the bane of her existence.
For she'd already reached the verdict involving that monstrous hollow whose pits were cloaked in mystery: she was a jumper. Her only reservation lay in the niggling worry that no one would be able to save her from the fall.
OOO
As soon as he saw her approaching his table, a look of determination pasted across her face, his heart dropped.
If she prostrated herself before him, begging and pleading for compassion, he wouldn't be able to deny her. But he knew he had to: she clearly valued her friends more than him, and would resent him for the rest of her life if he tore her away from them.
"Angad," she began, abruptly stopping when he cut her off with a glare.
"I don't want to hear it," he intoned harshly, glancing around to make sure no one had seen them conversing.
"But you need to know--"
"Shouldn't you be worried about other things than my feelings, Ms. Sharma?" he interrupted loudly. "Such as, oh, I don't know, maybe being seen talking to me by the stalkers you refer to as companions? After all, I think we both know that--"
"Stop it!" she shrieked, holding her hands over her ears and effectively drawing the attention of every other student in the library. "Stop it, stop it, stop it!"
He stared at her, temporarily shocked.
"Do you think I don't know that I was wrong to do what I did yesterday? Do you think I haven't been wishing I had a time machine so I could go back and change it? But I don't, and you refuse to listen, so I'm going to make you listen," she said angrily, shoving his shoulders back so he was seated in a chair.
She didn't even notice that an audience had gathered in the library, Harshini, Sahil, and Alliyah all standing next to a bookshelf, watching her.
"I've always been known as the brightest person in our year. The know-it-all. The one who doesn't break rules and frowns on swearing. I didn't want to believe that anything I felt for you was real, didn't want to believe you for fear I'd fall in love and say things I couldn't never take back. You didn't make sense, and I couldn't stand for it."
She paused, imploring him to understand.
"But once it starts, you can't stop it. There's no way to reverse something you couldn't help in the first place. I wanted to so badly, I wanted to forget all about you and try and remember who I was and who you were," she whispered, unaware of the ripple of agitation in the crowd of onlookers.
"But I couldn't. And now…now, I don't want to."
A smile broke through, and she knelt before him, taking his hands and pleading with her eyes for forgiveness.
He didn't let his expression change, didn't let a glimmer of sentimentality show through the mask he'd put up as soon as she'd started to talk. He was hearing everything he'd never wanted, everything he had thought would encompass a nightmare rather than a brilliant dream.
This was the scene he had, for so long, thought would be his final revenge: she, presenting herself at his mercy; he, prolonging her agony by feigning indecision.
Slowly, he rose to stand and took her with him.
"Angad?" she asked nervously, clutching his fingers with hopeful desperation.
"I just have to know one thing," he replied softly, a ghost of a smirk gracing his lips.
"What? What is it?"
"Are you willing to give it all up?" He breathed the inquiry into her ear, holding her close.
"Angad. I love you," she responded simply, her head tilted back as she met his piercing gaze.
Ignoring the gasps of outrage coming from their spectators, he lowered his mouth for a kiss.
That was answer enough.
OOO
Epilogue-Graduation (1 year later)
"Kripa! Harshini! Over here!" Sahil shouted. Harshini and Kripa ran to a group of students taking pictures. Everyone gathered around ready for the picture.
"CHEESE!"
"Ouch, Sahil! You yelled in my ear!"
"I tripped over your graduation robe!"
"Shut up-"
"KRIPA!"
Sahil groaned automatically upon hearing Angad Khanna's voice. True, he had accepted the fact that Angad and Kripa were very much in love, but that did not stop him from complaining. Everyone knew he had a very soft spot for Kripa. Harshini and Alliyah, on the other hand, had completely welcomed this. Both of them has boyfriends too, Harshini with Prithvi and Alliyah with Josh. Harshini also considered that Sahil should register the situation, because what Sahil thinks will not make a difference.
Angad waved at Kripa as she approached him. "Hi," she said breathlessly, giving him a quick hello kiss.
"Hey," Angad grinned at her. "I'm showing you something."
"What is it?" Kripa asked as they got out of the Hall.
"That's my surprise," Angad smiled at her.
Angad opened a large door and led Kripa to a…
"It's beautiful," she gushed.
"I know," Angad replied.
It was a Terrace overlooking the school grounds. Kripa turned to Angad who looked at her.
"So, are you going to be an FBI agent?" she smiled.
Angad laughed. "Yes. Apparently my Father had a little fit right there. I mean considering he works for the opposite side, but he is in a high security jail cell now so I don't have to worry. What about you?"
"I think I'm going to be a doctor. That way whenever you get hurt I will be the one to treat you."
Silence.
Angad clapped his hands and a waiter appeared from behind the door with two glassed of wine. Angad handed one to Kripa and took one himself. Kripa took one sip and said, "Good."
Angad had a secretive smile on his face on which Kripa noticed. She gave him a suspicious look. "Did you drug this, or something?"
Angad looked shocked. "I'd never do that to you!"
Kripa took another sip and paused, feeling metal in her mouth she pulled the glass away from her and stared at it as if trying to find the answer in the deep red color, then kissed her boyfriend who was waiting for an answer.
"Yes…" she whispered.
(Do you guys really insist on me telling you what that was? I am sure you are smarter then that!!)
You are invited to:
The wedding of Angad Khanna and Kripa Sharma
Come and join them in this bonding of love with respect from:
Dillip Khanna and Naina Khanna
AND
Gayatri Sharma and Surbeyen Sharma
Time:6:00p.m.
Location:Temple
Ok so how did you guys like this story?? Good?? So So?? Bad?? Yes this is the end. BUT have no fear I have another one for you. Actually two!!!! When i took that poll the results were that after i finished this story you guys wanted me to write a long story and have short stories so here are the links!!
Bhool Ja(title of my new short story): http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=178749&P N=1&TPN=1
SHORT STORIES: http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=178745&P N=1&TPN=1
CHECK THEM OUT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!!!!!!!!
<3 natasha
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