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Angad: no. im not being fair to myself.

Angad took a sip of his coffee as he talked to Sim online. He had told her everything that had happened and she was angry that he hadnt told her earlier.

Angad: I don't love her Sim. I love Kripa.

Angad: No. she's not the same person anymore.

Angad: so even you think its my fault dont you?

Angad: Thanks Sim. you make me feel a lot better!

Angad: so what do you want me to do Sim? You have no idea what I'm going through.

Angad: i guess not

Angad: no sim. i dont want her to love me because Kripa used to. I want her to love me because she does

Angad: not anymore sim. she's not Kripa to me.

Angad came out of the bathroom wiping his hair with a towel. He threw it on the bed and then fell on his couch. For the past few weeks his room had been a mess but he hadnt even bothered cleaning it. When his phone rang, he bend over to his computer and picked it up.

A: Hello?

When he heard her voice, he felt a weird anxiety take over him again. For some reason, he didnt want to hear her voice. She didnt even sound like Kripa anymore.

A: uh yea. kripa..you need something?

She tried to sound as sexy as she could but this just annoyed Angad even more.

A: Kripa please. I'm a little busy right now. I'll talk to you later?

Angad jerked up and looked around. He felt like she was somewhere around, watching him. When he didnt notice her, he went back to the phone.

A: kaha ho tum?

A: kripa please. I'm not in the mood to....

He felt sorry for her as she said that. And she was right. She had too many things to deal with. She didnt know who she was or what she is. She didnt know what all the people around her had meant to her once and what they mean to her right now. But still she knew what Angad had meant to her. Maybe she didnt have a clear definition of it but she could still feel it in her heart. Angad sighed and then talked again.

A: Kripa I'm really sorry for not even talking to you in the past two weeks. I was just a little...

He could hear her laugh to herself. But he didnt.

A: Did you need something else Kripa?

A: kripa....

A: ok. I'll see you at the cafe in an hour.

A: the one we always...I mean. the one at the beach. umm actually I'll pick you up. ok?

He hung up and threw his phone on his lap. This was going to be hard for him. Even though somewhere deep inside he knew this was his very own Kripa but yet he didnt feel the same around her again. He had once fallen in love with this girl who had somehow disappeared from his life, despite being right in front of him. More than anything, he wanted his best friend back. It felt like his Kripa was actually dead and some other girl was trying to take her place but failing miserably.

Kripa looked in the mirror and frowned. Her hair was still a little too short from the surgery. She didnt want to go out like this. That too with Angad around her. She wanted to look good in front of him. She went over to her closet and looked through her choices and the smiled. She knew exactly what to wear.

Kripa walked down the stairs and towards the door when she heard a voice stop her. She looked around to see her father standing in front of her. She smiled awkwardly.

S: kaha jaa rahi ho beta?

S: what? NO. you cant go with him!!

Kripa looked at him in shock. What did he mean? Why couldnt she go with Angad? She walked closer to her father.

Surya nodded and asked her to sit down. When she did, he kneeled down to her and held her hands.

S: Kripa I trust you completely but I dont trust Angad.

S: bohut kuch kiya hain. Kripa if today you are in this condition, its all because of Angad.

S: You guys got into an accident just because of him. He's the main cause of it. If that wouldnt have happened, you would have been so much happier right now.

Kripa heard Angad honk his car. She looked towards the door and then at her father.

But Surya didnt let her hand go. He was too scared that something might happen again. And plus he didnt want them to get closer. Kripa didnt really remember a lot about Angad and Surya wanted it to remain that way. But even though Kripa had changed, she was still the same in some ways. She was still stubborn.

She gently pulled her hand away and walked out of the house leaving Surya helpless. He had to do something, he thought. He couldnt afford to lose her one more time.

He quickly turned around to face her when he heard her voice. But when he did, a smile crept over his face. She looked so beautiful even if her hair was this short. It was the shortest he had seen on her. It only reached the bottom of her face which made her look a lot different. He remembered her as always having her hair upto atleast a little below her shoulders. Kripa suddenly snapped her fingers in front of him.

A: kuch nahi mein bas...nothing. get in

Kripa and Angad sat in silence. Angad thought about Kripa, his Kripa. He wished with all his heart that somehow everything would just be the same. He was frsutrated. In one single moment, their life had turned upside down. He remembered those moments he had spent with her. Those times where they cuddled together and slept through nights feeling secure. But now that had gone away forever. When Kripa had hugged him about two weeks ago, he hadnt felt anything. This was what had pushed him away from her for all this while.

Kripa kept looking at Angad every few seconds and then her mind drifted off to what her father had told her earlier. Was Angad really responsible for the accident? She wondered. But somewhere inside her heart she knew that he wasnt. She just hoped that it was the truth. She had enough problems in her life than carrying a burden of knowing that Angad was the cause of her suffering.

Waitress: What would you like Ma'am?

Angad immediately looked at her in surprise. How did she know what the usual was? Kripa suddenly realized what she had said and frowned. She didnt know why she had said that. She looked at Angad's expression.

A: kripa tum...

She didnt know what to say. Was she beginning to remember things? Or was this just coincidence? She didnt know. But she hoped that she would remember everything just like she had done now.

A: its ok Kripa. Relax.

He noticed her sweating profusely as she tried to figure out what was happening to her again. He pressed his lips together and placed a hand on hers. She shifted her eyes from the table to Angad, and then to his hand on hers.

A: Kripa I....

She suddenly pulled her hand from under his hand and held it. There were tears in her eyes but he knew she was trying really hard to control them.

A: kripa tum galat samajh....

He looked into the depth of her eyes and saw nothing but a deep confusion. And it was natural, he thought. He actually felt guilty of making her feel this way. He had not made any effort to make her remember her life. Or make it easier for her to accept things. He had just made it harder.

He frowned a little and looked at her again. He really wanted to hug her and comfort her even if it felt like he was hugging a stranger. he had to do it. He stood up and took her hand. Holding her shoulders, he made her get up. Then he took her face in his hands and looked into her eyes.

A: Kripa. I'm very sorry that this happened to you...to us! But I cant change it. I wish I could but I cant.

He pressed his lips together again and then smiled sarcastically.

A: believe me if I could change this i would be the...happiest person in this world. Maybe even happier than you

She looked at him sypmathetically. She knew that it wasnt easy for him either but why?

She decided to ask him. He looked down and didnt answer. She touched his chin with her fingers and made him look at her.

A: I...I really cared for you Kripa.

A: I dont mean that. I mean...I do care for you but...in a different way.

A: I just...

He placed a hand on her face and she suddenly stopped him. She grabbed his right hand and stared at his ring finger. It had a silver band wrapped around it. She read the letters embedded with diamonds. KRIPA. She suddenly let go of his hand and looked at him. He tried to look away but then finally looked at her again.

She folded her hands in front of him as if waiting for an answer. He started to say something but then decided not to. She took a deep breath as she sighed and took out something and held it in front of him, her palm was closed. He looked at her and then watched her open her palm slowly. The ring she had found earlier lay in her hand. He looked at it and remembered the day she had given it to him herself. A quickl smile swept across his face and then disappeared as the same speed.

A: huh..ofcourse I do. Its the most precious thing to me in the world. I just wish you knew how important it was to you