Words of Silence: PAGE 202 Oct 25 2006 - Page 86

Chapter Forty Two

Kripa sat on Angad's bed with Sana and Neha beside her. She looked at Sana then at Neha and then shrugged. "I was worried if Angad would like the way I look, but it seems like you girls are more dazed than he was all evening."

"Oh he'll leave you in a daze later on." Sana mumbled.

Kripa blushed despite herself. Although she had asked Angad to stay away from her, she was wishing he would forget everything and make her his forever tonight. She frowned, it wasn't her fault that she was sitting here. And, Angad was her husband after all she had a right on him and he on her.

The door opened and Angad walked in; frowned to see Neha and Sana sitting beside Kripa. "What are you ladies doing here?"

"We were warning Kripa about your intensions." Neha and Sana stood and walked to him, they both kissed his cheek. "Don't let him bug you, Kripa."

Angad rolled her eyes and took both their hands and with full respect dropped them off to the top of the stairs. "Good nights, beautiful ladies."

"Good night." They both smiled and then went to their own rooms.

Angad came back in, locking the door behind him. He laid down in her lap and hugged her. "I can't believe we're finally married."

She smiled as he turned his face and pressed it into her stomach. "Nor can I." With a small bend and placed her cheek on his head.

"Are you feeling alright now? You scared me earlier." He turned his face and his lips brushed hers for the first time that day.

"I don't know, I guess I was nervous." He was right there, laying in her lap, as her husband. Yet she felt so distant. With her hands she pushed his hair back and pressed her lips to his forehead. What would he do when he found out the truth? she wondered, suddenly. He would hate her and leave her right away. That's what he would do.

"I'm going to go change." She moved to leave when he took her hand.

"Hey." He pulled her forward and sat up beside her. "You're hiding something from me Kripa. What is it?"

With a smile she brushed her lips with his. "You're day dreaming, Angad. Nothing more, everything is in front of you. There's nothing to hide. Moreover, why would I hide anything from you?"

"Yeah. You're right. Now do you want me to sleep on the same bed or somewhere else."

She frowned. "I've spent a night with you alone when I wasn't married to you on the same bed. Why would I tell you to go somewhere else when we are married?"

"I don't know." He tilted his head and looked at her. "I still think this is a dream." She pinched his arm and he screamed. "Ok, it's not a dream."

She laughed and walked to the dresser and sat down looking at her self. She had never worn something such heavy and so much jewelry in her life before. She groaned, and then watched Angad stand behind her.

"You looked good tonight."

"Well of course, I'm sure Faith finished an entire compact on my face alone. I'll have to scrape it off." She took the pins off that were still holding the scarf to her head, but she could push it off, she felt Angad place a hand on her shoulder pulling it down for her.

"Thank you."

He kneeled down beside her and reached for her earring. "Why did you ask me to stay away from you?"

"Because I want to give myself some time, Angad. I didn't mean to hurt you or be rude, and it's not that I don't love you." She turned to look at him as he took her other earring off as well. "You look very sexy when you frown."

He smiled and took her necklace off for her, placing it on the drawer and the putting his arms on her shoulder. "You're the only girl who complimented me."

She lifted her feet and placed them on his knees. "I'm your wife for a reason." He traced a finger on around her ankle above her anklets, and then unhooked them.

"That's true." He unhooked the other one and captured it in his hand. He looked up at her again and saw her grinning. "Do I look like a clown?"

"No. But you look desperate." She placed her feet back on the floor and then kissed his nose. "I won't stop you Angad." She whispered in his ear, kissing it next.

When he didn't touch her she stood up and walked to her suitcase and pulled out a night dress and walked into the bathroom.

She stood under the shower, thinking about Amna again. The things she (Kripa) had told Angad. She had to tell Angad the truth, but she also wanted his love. She either had to be selfish or selfless.

If she turned selfish she would be keeping Angad away from a truth yet close to him.

Is she turned selfless she would be purposely pushing Angad away from her.

She reached for her towel and then realized she had forgotten her towel in her suitcase. So she reached for Angad's towel. When she pressed the material to her face she couldn't help but smile at the smell, just like him.

She bit her lips from blushing when she looked at herself in the mirror, wrapped in his towel. Lightly she hit her head and wore her night dress.

When she went back into the room Angad was writing in his diary, rather locking his diary and placing it under the bed. She sat down beside him and pulled the blanket over her, snuggling against him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her wet hair.

"I was wondering Angad, what do I do when I wake up tomorrow?"

"Simple," he laid down and pulled her down over him, "give me a good morning kiss."

She kissed him then, "That I will, but I mean what does Sana do when she wakes up?"

"I don't know, kiss Sahil?"

"Angad?!" She fell on him and hugged him, listened to him laugh. "Be serious. I'm so used to living alone, that's I'm scared. Tomorrow for the first time in years I will wake up with a family. I won't be able to just hop around the house in my night suit."

"Why are you worried Kripa? No one will kill you if you make a mistake. And, I'm there."

"I know you're there. But what do I do?"

"First of, no one will wake up before ten or eleven tomorrow. I'm sure Mom and Dad are still awake. Sana and Sahil are most likely discussing what went right and wrong, putting Sia to sleep. And, Neha and Yash are most likely trying to put a sleeping Esha to sleep, and it's two already." He yawned and closed his eyes. "When Sana got married Mom really didn't let her enter the Kitchen until her henna was completely gone. In fact for the first year or so Sana barely helped Mom in the kitchen. She was still learning how to cook herself. So if you don't get busy in the kitchen right away tomorrow I promise you that neither Mom or Sana will kill you or throw you out of the house. And, if they do I'm going with you."

He waited for Kripa to reply, but she didn't. When he opened his eyes and lifted his head he saw her sleeping peacefully. He smiled and turned her down on the pillow when she quickly opened her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." He kissed her cheek. "I just thought you'd be more comfortable on a pillow."

She turned and pushed him down on the bed and then laid on his chest again. "I beg to differ." After kissing him on his chest she closed her eyes and held him close. "Turn the lights off and go to sleep Angad. I don't want to wake you up tomorrow with a glass of water."

He laughed and reached for the side light. Then turned and held her into his arms. The second his eyes closed he fell asleep.

Kripa jumped in bed when her phone suddenly rang, disturbing her dream. She reached over Angad and turned the phone off. Then her eyes opened and she looked at him. Still she couldn't believe she was his wife. She dropped her head on his arm again and hugged him again. He had kept her warm all night by holding her close to him. There was a knock on the door which forced Kripa to open her eyes again. She looked at the door and sat up where there was another knock. Grabbing her silk robe from the other side, she slipped it on and walked to the door. She tied it, pushed her hair back and opened the door.

"Good morning." Sana and Neha greeted, Sana holding a tray in her hand.

"Good morning. Do you guys great him like this every morning?" She looked back at her husband sleeping and then yawned, and spoke at the same time. "What time is it anyways?"

"It's eleven-thirty."

She looked at them ashamed. "I'm sorry I didn't wake up. Come in." She walked inside and Sana placed a tray on the table.

"It's ok. I didn't wake up till four on our first morning." Neha sighed with a dreamy smile on her face.

"Yeah I wasn't up until one myself. You're doing much better than us."

Kripa laughed. "Well you guys woke me up other wise I was just about to fall asleep again." She yawned again.

"Angad just got done with you?" Neha said looking at him.

"Shut-up Neha." Kripa said irritated, realizing that she was treating her with more authority than a day ago. "My phone started ringing."

Sana and Neha giggled at her annoyed face and stood. "Wake him up, it's your job from now on." The left the room and closed it behind them.

Kripa jumped on the bed again and looked at Angad. He had shifted to his stomach and his mouth was slightly open. She pushed his chin up and caressed his cheek.

"Wake-up Mr. Khanna." She cooed in his ear.

His eyes fluttered at the sweet voice, he was used to someone pulling the windows open and yelling at him in the morning. Then he felt her hand still caressing his cheek, and his eyes opened and looked at her. He turned and pulled her down in his arms.

"No one has woke me up with so much love in god knows how long." He pressed his lips into the curve of her shoulder. "Kripa don't ever leave me, I'll die without you."

"Why are you being so sentient in the morning or are you like this every morning?" She lifted herself and ran her finger into his hair again and again. "And you haven't wished Mrs. Angad Khanna good morning yet, I'm dis-"

He didn't let her continue. He pulled her down and kissed her, then rolled once so she was under him. "Good morning, Mrs. Angad Khanna." He looked at her and pushed the hair out of her face.

She grinned, "Good morning, Mr. Khanna. Did you get a good night sleep?"

"I did, did you?"

"Yes I did, thank you. Now if you don't mind getting up can I please go take a shower."

"Only if you let me come with you."

"How about I go alone for now?" She patted his cheek and then pushed him, running into the shower, with the same towel she had used the night before.

"Hey you took my towel." He yelled behind her.

"I'm sure you don't lack towels in this house." She said at the door. "And if you do you can use mine." The door closed and he heard the lock click and then he fell back in bed.

Kripa looked at her suitcase, wrapped in a towel unable to understand what to wear.

"You look just as good in a towel, Mrs. Khanna." Angad said locking the door, then walking towards her.

"You will not come near me again." She held her hand out to stop him, "I should have locked you in the bathroom." She jumped a step back when he tried to catch her hand, laughing. "Angad don't." She hit the wall and looked at him, "Angad stop." Before she could run away he caught her and pinned her back against the wall.

"I thought you said you wouldn't stop me." He ran a finger down her cheek, towards her neck and then stopped at the back of her arm. Parallel to where her towel was tucked in. "Should I?" He pressed himself into her, listening to her breathing quicken.

"Will you?" She knew he wouldn't, so she lifted her brow. "You won't." And she smiled.

He frowned. "You're testing my patients Kripa."

"You can take me Angad, I'm right here and you have the right."

He noticed how dark her eyes had gotten. He reached down on the bed and picked up her silk robe and wrapped her in it. "Well I want to win you, not have you." He pressed his lips to her cheek. "I love you not lust you."

When he took a step back she held the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. "Why do you love me?" She searched his eyes and then closed her own after hugging him. "If Amna comes back Angad will you leave me?"

"Don't be silly, Kripa. You're my wife she was my girlfriend. I love you and I never loved her." He noticed that she was trembling holding him, "are you ok?"

"I'm scared that one day I'll open my eyes and you won't be there. Everything will be a dream and I will be exactly where I was a few months ago." She was sobbing violently suddenly, and her fingers were pressed deep into his arms.

"What is it, Kripa? You've been hiding something from me since yesterday." He drew her away and sat her down on the bed. "What is it?"

"I'm just scared that Amna will come back and she'll want you back."

"Well she can't have me back. You have every right over me Kripa. No one can come and just tell me to leave you, and even if someone does I won't leave you." He wiped her tears and sat down beside her. "Now stop crying or someone will think I'm trashing you the first morning."

She laughed and kissed his cheek. "Ok."

"Why were you sitting in a towel?" He looked at her and then the suit case beside him.

"I don't know what you wear." She frowned as she stood and stood in front of her suitcase again. She reached for a skirt and top when Angad slipped his arms around her and stopped her. "What do you want, Angad?" She turned around and looked at him.

"Kiss!" He wrinkled his nose and pulled her forwards.

"After you help me chose something to wear." She patted his cheek and turned around again.

But he pulled her against him. "I promise you'll pay for tormenting me." He kissed her shoulder and then walked to the door.

"Angad."

He turned around and looked at her, she bended her finger asking him to come over. With a frown he walked back and stood beside her. She got on her toes and pressed her lips to his. When she ended the kiss and looked at him, his lips had a slanted pink lipstick mark on them. She rubbed her thumb on his lips as she spoke. "I don't like it when your angry with me." With her lower lip pulled out she looked up at him again.

"And I don't like it when your away from me." He kissed her forehead and hugged her, lifting her off her feet. "God knows in what crazy moment I feel in love with you."

"I don't know either. Now if you're don't being romantic can a change?"

"No, I want to keep you right here forever and ever."

"I'll be right here when ever you need me, but let me go for now." She leaned back and looked at him. "Promise."

"Good." He leaned down to kiss her again when there was a knock on the door.

Kripa wrinkled her nose while he groaned and left her to get the door.

"Hi Sana, you sure don't have perfect timing, couldn't you wait for maybe five more minutes?" He noticed the roses in her hands at that moment. "Pretty roses."

"They aren't for you." Pushing him away she walked into the room and to Kripa. "Someone send them for Kripa."

"How nice." She took the flowers and looked at them, running a hand over them.

"That's not fair, even I got married." He wrapped his arm around Sana with a frown, "don't you have anything for me?"

"Sweetheart," she looked at Angad, "you got Kripa that's gift enough. She got you, which is a pity. She deserves a garden of flowers everyday. You don't." She kissed his cheek. "Kripa, Karan called some time back, call him back."

"Ok." She looked at a frowning Angad and grinned. "Who sent these anyways? Not to many people know I like white roses."

"Kripa are you having an extra marital affair?" Angad cocked an eye brow and looked at her with caution.

"Yes, Angad, I'm having an extra marital affair the first morning of my married life and my boyfriend has enough guts to send me roses and get them into my husbands room."

Sana laughed while Angad continued frowning. "You guys continue with the arguments I have to go now." She turned around and walked away.

"Are you really?" Angad stood beside her and looked at the roses.

"Yes, I'm having an extra marital affair." She hit the side of his head. "You're silly. Lets see you sent these." She reached for the card and read it. "To Mrs. Kripa Angad Khanna," she was smiling brightly and speaking with full energy. Then Angad saw her eyes turn pale and her voice loose it energy and cover with panic. "You will only have two days of a happy married life before I ruin everything. Enjoy them while you have them."

The roses dropped to her feet and she looked down at them. Angad took the note from her and looked at it carefully. The words were written in beautiful calligraphy, which meant the words were most likely written by a professional calligraphy artists or someone who had extensive practice in the work.

Kripa snatched the card from Angad's hands and ripped it apart throwing the ripped pieces on her bed. She then picked up the flowers and threw them away.

"Nonsense." She mumbled angrily. She grabbed her skirt and shirt and walked into the bathroom to change.

Hey guys,

I hope you guys enjoyed this part! 😆

New FF:

Title: The Unthinkable Thought

Story: Angad and Kripa Khanna have been married for almost seven months now. But their marriage was nothing more than an accident, a compromise, a sacrafice. After Kripa's parents death Angad's parents get them married before moving back to London. While Angad is busy in his office life and other tensions. Kirpa is busy doing nothing at home. It's one night that changes their life for once and all. When things start to fall togeather something very unexpected happens. 😆

I hope you guys enjoyed that! 😃 I'll start the FF next week.

Coming up: Amna's truth about her disappearing comes in front of Angad.

Hugs and Kisses

Neha 😳