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Kripa stood motionless in the doorway. Frigid and stone-like from the outside, she was seething inwardly with rage. How dare he? How dare he read her personal diary? She folded her arms across her chest and waiting for an explanation. Flustered, Angad just stared back at her. He was snooping around, and he'd been caught. Before either of them could speak, Kripa's mother called out to her.
"Kripa! Beta, jaldi neeche aao, Holi ki tayariyan karni hai"
Angad breath a sigh of relief, the potentially ugly confrontation had to wait. Kripa walked past Angad, clutched her diary and left the room. Angad, too, followed suit. He went to his room and laid on the bed. He had to do something; he had to make up to Kripa, but what?
Then a thought crossed his mind. Why did he care so much? Why did it matter to him what the honey-eyed girl thought of him? Why did it bother him when he saw creases of distress on her forehead and a frown replacing her angelic smile? They barely knew each other, and their run-ins thus far had been nothing short of disastrous. He shook his thoughts away. For now, he had to concentrate on making-up with Kripa. Then it hit him—ADI!
Adi was playing on the swings in the backyard when someone gave him a push. Excited, he looked back, hoping to find Kripa. Upon seeing Angad, he frowned and turned back around. Angad was expecting his, but he hadn't come unarmed. He sat, uncomfortably, on the swing next to Adi's, and looked at him. Adi refused to make eye contact.
"One thing's for sure" Angad thought to himself, "stubbornness runs through the family"
He smiled at Adi and pulled out various kinds of candy bars from his pocket. Slyly, Adi shot a sideways glance at them, licking his lips. Angad smirked, his plan was fool proof.
Next morning, Kripa woke up as sunlight hit her face. Abruptly, she got out of bed. She had never overslept, especially not on Holi. Downstairs she could hear here mother, aunt and Mishty running around preparing food for the day.
Holi at the Sharma's was quite an event. Every year, they would hold a feast and invite their friends to play Holi. It was a time for everyone to take a few moments out of their busy lives and spend quality time together. It was an especially fun time for Kripa as she got to meet some of her married friends.
Kripa hurriedly took a shower and put on plain white shalwar kameez. Her damp hair, slightly wavy hung around her shoulders. She was walking through the hallways to get to the stairs when her eyes fell on a familiar figure. Angad. She stopped short in her tracks and looked up at him, surprised to see him in a white kurta pajama instead of jeans and a t-shirt. He was flashing his infamous smile. Despite the fact that she hated him at the moment, she could not deny that his smile had an intoxicating effect on her. She looked away for a moment, but turned back to him when she saw him advance towards her. She backed up slowly, not knowing what was on Angad's mind. She kept backing up until her back hit the wall. Petrified, she looked up at Angad with wide eyes. He was still smirking. His arrogant smirk angered Kripa and she twisted her mouth into a scowl.
Angad leaned into her, with one hand resting on the wall to support himself, and the other behind his back. When his forehead was almost touching hers, he brought his other hand from behind his back. Smiling slyly he put colored powder on Kripa's cheeks. "Happy Holi" he said, and walked away. Kripa was stunned. She never expected this from him. She didn't know whether to smile at his gesture, or be angry. She decided on the latter. She wasn't going to let him off the hook so easily. Just then, the father called her downstairs.
Forgetting that she had color on her cheeks, she ran downstairs, only to meet confused, bemused stares. She scans the room to find Angad trying not to laugh and realizes what everyone was staring at. She gets embarrassed, but goes on and joins the puja. Throughout the puja, Angad and Kripa keep throwing glances at each other. Angad amused and Kripa irritated.
The guests start arriving then, and everyone heads outside in the yard to enjoy Holi. The celebration is in full swing as a lot of people come to wish and celebrate Holi with the Sharmas. Angad's parents are very happy. After all these years of living abroad and missing their culture, they were finally home. Angad saw this, and it made him realize how much India really meant to his parents. Over the last few weeks, Angad had come to like India. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he felt a sense of belonging to his place. He'd even see the change in his parents. They hadn't once argued since they landed in India, in fact, the time they spend together in England was more as business associates than a man and wife. This had definitely changed since they'd come here.
Kripa was outside dancing around with people, getting sprayed with colored water. She was dancing with her childhood friends, who happened to be guys. For some reason unexplained, Angad felt a surge of jealousy. He walked over to Kripa and took her by the hand. Before he could drag her further, she freed her wrist.
"What are you doing?!" she asked.
"Kripa, we need to talk"
"Sure, but not now. Let me enjoy with my friends"
Angad clenched his jaws. "Don't your friends have any other girls to play Holi with?"
Kripa turned around to face him and raised an eyebrow. "Jealous much, Angad?" She smirked. The ball was now in her court. She turned back around, and haughtily walked off. Someone brought Angad some alcohol (the white stuff they drink at Holi). He kept drinking and drinking, until he was quite tipsy. The scene had now shifted to people singing. Angad, being the drunk moron that he was, didn't know what he was doing so he started dancing as people were singing. Kripa was watching all of this and shook her head. She went up to Angad and took him by his hand and went into the house.
Angad could not walk straight, so Kripa had to support him up the stairs. By the time they got up to Angad's room, she was out of breath. She made Angad lay on his bed and then went to the bathroom to fetch a wet washcloth. She started wiping all the colors from Angad's face and neck. When she was done, she got up to leave, but Angad caught a hold of her hand. "I'm sorry" he whispered.
Sorry for the delay guys, my internet was being stupid. 😡 Enjoy this part...my finals are comming up so I don't know when I'll be able to post the next part...leave your comments!
"Kripa! Beta, jaldi neeche aao, Holi ki tayariyan karni hai"
Angad breath a sigh of relief, the potentially ugly confrontation had to wait. Kripa walked past Angad, clutched her diary and left the room. Angad, too, followed suit. He went to his room and laid on the bed. He had to do something; he had to make up to Kripa, but what?
Then a thought crossed his mind. Why did he care so much? Why did it matter to him what the honey-eyed girl thought of him? Why did it bother him when he saw creases of distress on her forehead and a frown replacing her angelic smile? They barely knew each other, and their run-ins thus far had been nothing short of disastrous. He shook his thoughts away. For now, he had to concentrate on making-up with Kripa. Then it hit him—ADI!
Adi was playing on the swings in the backyard when someone gave him a push. Excited, he looked back, hoping to find Kripa. Upon seeing Angad, he frowned and turned back around. Angad was expecting his, but he hadn't come unarmed. He sat, uncomfortably, on the swing next to Adi's, and looked at him. Adi refused to make eye contact.
"One thing's for sure" Angad thought to himself, "stubbornness runs through the family"
He smiled at Adi and pulled out various kinds of candy bars from his pocket. Slyly, Adi shot a sideways glance at them, licking his lips. Angad smirked, his plan was fool proof.
Next morning, Kripa woke up as sunlight hit her face. Abruptly, she got out of bed. She had never overslept, especially not on Holi. Downstairs she could hear here mother, aunt and Mishty running around preparing food for the day.
Holi at the Sharma's was quite an event. Every year, they would hold a feast and invite their friends to play Holi. It was a time for everyone to take a few moments out of their busy lives and spend quality time together. It was an especially fun time for Kripa as she got to meet some of her married friends.
Kripa hurriedly took a shower and put on plain white shalwar kameez. Her damp hair, slightly wavy hung around her shoulders. She was walking through the hallways to get to the stairs when her eyes fell on a familiar figure. Angad. She stopped short in her tracks and looked up at him, surprised to see him in a white kurta pajama instead of jeans and a t-shirt. He was flashing his infamous smile. Despite the fact that she hated him at the moment, she could not deny that his smile had an intoxicating effect on her. She looked away for a moment, but turned back to him when she saw him advance towards her. She backed up slowly, not knowing what was on Angad's mind. She kept backing up until her back hit the wall. Petrified, she looked up at Angad with wide eyes. He was still smirking. His arrogant smirk angered Kripa and she twisted her mouth into a scowl.
Angad leaned into her, with one hand resting on the wall to support himself, and the other behind his back. When his forehead was almost touching hers, he brought his other hand from behind his back. Smiling slyly he put colored powder on Kripa's cheeks. "Happy Holi" he said, and walked away. Kripa was stunned. She never expected this from him. She didn't know whether to smile at his gesture, or be angry. She decided on the latter. She wasn't going to let him off the hook so easily. Just then, the father called her downstairs.
Forgetting that she had color on her cheeks, she ran downstairs, only to meet confused, bemused stares. She scans the room to find Angad trying not to laugh and realizes what everyone was staring at. She gets embarrassed, but goes on and joins the puja. Throughout the puja, Angad and Kripa keep throwing glances at each other. Angad amused and Kripa irritated.
The guests start arriving then, and everyone heads outside in the yard to enjoy Holi. The celebration is in full swing as a lot of people come to wish and celebrate Holi with the Sharmas. Angad's parents are very happy. After all these years of living abroad and missing their culture, they were finally home. Angad saw this, and it made him realize how much India really meant to his parents. Over the last few weeks, Angad had come to like India. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he felt a sense of belonging to his place. He'd even see the change in his parents. They hadn't once argued since they landed in India, in fact, the time they spend together in England was more as business associates than a man and wife. This had definitely changed since they'd come here.
Kripa was outside dancing around with people, getting sprayed with colored water. She was dancing with her childhood friends, who happened to be guys. For some reason unexplained, Angad felt a surge of jealousy. He walked over to Kripa and took her by the hand. Before he could drag her further, she freed her wrist.
"What are you doing?!" she asked.
"Kripa, we need to talk"
"Sure, but not now. Let me enjoy with my friends"
Angad clenched his jaws. "Don't your friends have any other girls to play Holi with?"
Kripa turned around to face him and raised an eyebrow. "Jealous much, Angad?" She smirked. The ball was now in her court. She turned back around, and haughtily walked off. Someone brought Angad some alcohol (the white stuff they drink at Holi). He kept drinking and drinking, until he was quite tipsy. The scene had now shifted to people singing. Angad, being the drunk moron that he was, didn't know what he was doing so he started dancing as people were singing. Kripa was watching all of this and shook her head. She went up to Angad and took him by his hand and went into the house.
Angad could not walk straight, so Kripa had to support him up the stairs. By the time they got up to Angad's room, she was out of breath. She made Angad lay on his bed and then went to the bathroom to fetch a wet washcloth. She started wiping all the colors from Angad's face and neck. When she was done, she got up to leave, but Angad caught a hold of her hand. "I'm sorry" he whispered.
Sorry for the delay guys, my internet was being stupid. 😡 Enjoy this part...my finals are comming up so I don't know when I'll be able to post the next part...leave your comments!
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