Words of Silence: PAGE 202 Oct 25 2006 - Page 97

Originally posted by: cutest_angel

hey Neha! how u doing this days?! 😳 🤗 hope ur enjoying every bit of ur summer break! 😳 (cuz u'll miss it once ur school starts...atleast i m mising mine! 😆 )

I know 😭😭😭

well well well...i dont have much to say today...except that u left me SHOCKED!!!!!!!!!

hehehehe good! 😃

i dont believe it...how can Angad do such a thing?!?!?!?!?! 😲 😔 he has disappointed me alot n i mean alot!!! 😔 😭 (Angad...not U! 😆 )

lolz not really cuz he didnt really rape fer 😳

but i m looking forward to today's part as i want to see both of their reactions towards eachother!! hopefull they wont be full of hatred! 😕

yeah! 😆

well anyways...do u think u can update within next hour...cuz i have Computer class next period n so i can read it orelse i'll have to go home n finish my HM n then read which will be at like....7:30 or never! Gosh...teachers these days give a lot of work! 🤢

lolz i dont know when u posted this!

so plzzzzzzzzz continue soon! 😳

n oh btw, the parts were wonderfully written! i really enjoyed reading the 'shaadi' wala part! 😳 they r all amazing! 😳 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏

and i enjoyed writting it! 😆

n yes...i finished reading Summer Affairs! 😳 it was such a sweet story! i love it! 😳 n from some bit of info from ur ffs...i can tell ur learning how to drive! 😃 😆

lolz yeah! 😆

well i'll see u later! 😳 🤗

tc,

love u,

Dharti! 😳

Originally posted by: cutest_angel

.......n yes..one more thing...

i m looking forward to ur new ff...i love the storyline! 😳

n whts the name of that ff again? 😕

its called The Unthinkable Thought

Originally posted by: cute_face86

I M SPEECHLESS

then be speechful!

Nehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

omg omg omg omg omg omg....

ok..SPECHLESS...BREATH-TAKING...in fact i thing i stopped breathing for a min or so..

I think the bestest part so far u have written ( ppl don't get me wrong, am talking bout her writing skills )

& i agree wid ur best fan-fic...as i've read all ur ff..

i read it 4 times....not more than that coz i couldn't bear it anymore..it was sad yet beautiful...it hurt a lot...

it was true they were killing each other...& yea they soul & heart ripped off...

u have written so well their feeling...u have described so well their love...i meha...they have fallen so deep naa..ufff..

u know i had butterflies fying in ma tummy & ma heart hurt....sachi mein ..words r running out of ma mouth..

continuee soon

Lub uu

pinkz

He dealt with it, everyday, every hour, every minutes, every second. For the past year he dealt with his broken heart, with her broken heart. He turned into a plastic human. He laughed and cried, but there was no difference most of the time.

Both their lives had a patterns now. He woke up everyday at five, like Kripa. But when Kripa worked on a file or a recent project he took an hour or so to exercise. Angad made himself breakfast and left the house around eight. Kripa always left before or after him to make sure they didn't come in contact. He stayed at his office sometimes till late night and sometimes got back as early as six. Kripa had the same. If there was an emergency she came back later otherwise she was on time like Angad.

They bumped into each other in the kitchen sometimes. There was a mutual understood between them when it came to dinner. If Kripa ever got home on time she would cook something out of a cook book, more than often it would be something light and easy. Other times if Angad got home on time he would cook whatever he wanted to.

They never talked, but argued. Days, weeks would pass by without them even saying a word to each other. And, sometimes they wouldn't even see each other despite of living in the same house. Yet they cared for each other. There was no hate but the love was gone, buried somewhere deep. They showed hate but there was none.

Sana, Sahil, Jason, Faith, and Karan they all knew about what happened between Kripa and Angad. They tried to make them both understand but nothing came of it. Then neither one of them were ready to listen. Today nothing was left to be listened to.

Kripa and Angad felt an easy discomfort when around each other. Angad was never able to look at her in the eye, while Kripa could stand there and look at him and speak, argue.

She hated it. She had done what she had so the guilt would run away somewhere. But she saw it in his eyes again and again. Sometimes she thought that the best thing would be if she made him sit down and talk to him. Tell him the reality and then leave everything to him. But when she started to talk to him sometimes, they ended up in an argument. Saying and hearing things they never wanted to.

Today on the morning of their first marriage anniversary Angad's eyes opened after he dreamed of this day a year ago. How happy he was and how happy she was. Everything seemed so perfect but nothing has stayed perfect. The word was a lie. Nothing was perfect. Because if something was perfect or nearly perfect it had to be the love they once shared.

There was a time when they could look at each other and tell what was wrong and be able to talk about it. Today, they could look at each other and it would take them time to find out if anything was wrong. If they did find out they couldn't sit and talk to each other.

Angad groaned, he had once made so many plans for their first marriage anniversary. Now she wasn't even beside her, they weren't even going to wish each other, let alone the fact she might have been beside her.

He rolled on his bed and reached for his watch. It was Saturday and it was seven. Neither him nor Kripa had to go to work today. He hated the fact more than any other. He would be stuck at home all day with her, in different rooms, without talking to her.

But then he asked himself, who wanted to talk to Doctor Kripa Kapoor anyways? No one, something told him. But he wanted to talk to his wife Kripa Khanna. He rolled his eyes as the water started over his head.

Kripa poured her coffee in her mug, looking at her ring at the same time.

Where was he? She wondered now putting the pot in the skin. Was this going to be the day they didn't see each other? Oh how she hated it. They should at least forget everything for one moment and wish each other. They were still married and it meant something for both of them, and that was a fact she couldn't deny.

When she turned with her coffee he walked into the kitchen dressed in sweats and a pink t-shirt. Yes, it made her smile. She had bought him the t-shirt for Christmas before their marriage.

He looked at her confused and then at his t-shirt and then rolled his eyes. Cursing himself, he should have burnt the t-shirt months ago. And, if he still had it, he shouldn't have worn it. At least not today.

She mad a face behind his back when he turned with the annoyed look. He wasn't going to talk, then nor was she. She looked around, putting her mug on the counter. She picked up a pan and then a second later dropped it on the floor; looked at him turn his head slightly. But he didn't speak, she picked it up and placed it back. Then she picked up a paper towel roll and threw it at his head.

He dropped the knife that was in his hand and turned around, glaring at her. She glared back, waiting for him to yell at her. But instead he bent down and picked up the roll and placed it on the counter. When he turned around Kripa felt like strangling him. Then she realized they were behaving like a normal couple who just had a minor fight the night before.

But the fight they had a year ago wasn't minor. It tore them apart but something within them was still together. The fact that they had spend one night together?

She pushed the thoughts aside. It was pointless to think about it now. If he wasn't going to break the silence she was going to wish him without expecting anything back. So cleared her throat and sipped her coffee before parting her lips to talk. But her throat was dry and she was mute when she didn't want to be. She tried again, sipped her coffee first and then with her eyes closed tightly she spoke. "Angad."

He stopped whatever he was doing at her voice. She hadn't taken her name so patiently after such a long time now. He hated himself all over again. It was his fault, entirely his fault. He shouldn't have spent that night with Amna.

Amna, where was she? Where was his child? Was it a boy or a girl? Did she even keep it or did she kill it? The questions haunted him at night sometimes. If he had done wrong with Kripa she'd done worst with Amna. But above all he still somewhere blamed Kripa for what happened. She should have told him the second she found out. Yes, she had been selfish… but for his love.

His eyes closed as well, he had to let his stubbornness go and wish her. He was the one who forced her to stay away from the divorce. Otherwise their marriage wouldn't have survived for more than the two days it did, just the way Amna wanted it.

So did that mean their love was strong? He suddenly wondered. Did that mean that there was love somewhere still and it was still true? Were they really meant to be together? His shoulders tensed when he suddenly realized he should have allowed Kripa to explain once that night before being so stupid.

He turned around and looked at her, they spoke at the same time. "A very happy first marriage anniversary to you." Right after they began chewing their lower lips. They words came out just perfectly.

No, there was no such thing as perfect, they reminded themselves. It was purely a coincidence.

They looked at each other again. "That hurt." He said dryly, looking at the paper-towel roll. "Couldn't you do better than that?"

One side of her lip lifted in annoyance. "Being married to you, I think it proves I couldn't do better. I couldn't have done better when I think about it now."

"Oh shut your ugly tongue up, Kripa. I could say the same about you. God knows in what inauspicious moment I fell in love with a lady that didn't even exist." Ouch! That hurt him more than he thought it might have stung her.

"Angad, honey, I could say the exact same about you." She picked up the roll and threw it at his face again. They behaved like they were fighting like two little kids. Ridiculous.

He caught it and threw it back at her. His aim was ghastly and her mug of coffee fell to the floor. She laughed lowly, "I can't believe you were a football player. Angad Khanna, number nine, Santiago High School and then USC. Those unfortunate schools." She sighed sarcastically.

"Well you did fall in love with me due to that extra special talent I own." He said under his breath as she glared at his back in anger.

"By the way happy cleaning." She looked down at the broken mug and then spilled coffee.

"Yeah Kripa, happy cleaning." He turned to the fridge.

She took a step forward, stepping on a broken piece of the mug, screaming. Angad turned quickly and watched her drop to the floor, behind the counter. When he turned around the counter he saw her foot bleeding, and her eyes clouding faster and faster. When she reached to pick the piece out of her foot he stopped her.

"Wait Kripa." He still sounded annoyed and he looked annoyed as well when he sat down, legs crossed, in front of her. "You careless idiot." He mumbled looking at the blood spilling from her foot.

"Yeah well it's your fault that I'm hurt." When he moved his hand to her foot, she moved back. "Don't." He looked at her. "Don't touch me."

"Shut-up Kripa." He grabbed her ankle and pulled it towards him. She was trembling and Angad hated himself even more. He never imagine Kripa to be this uncomfortable with him. His grip loosened on her ankle and he moved forward. He looked down at the her foot with a queasy feeling.

"Angad leave my foot, I'll see it myself." She pulled her foot back and screamed when it fell to the floor, pushing the glass further into her foot.

He sat there peacefully, watching her in pain. She tried to take the piece out and she hissed in pain. Finally when she gave up, she looked at him again. He was busy staring off into space at the moment.

"Angad." Her voice was daring and careful at the same time. "Can you get me tweezers?"

"You talking to me?" He looked back at her with a pleasant smile. She was turning pale with each passing second.

"No." She shook her head so her ponytail swung left and right. "I named the wall behind you Angad just two minutes ago."

"Oh!" He moved his head up and down, enjoying her irritation. They'd had moments like this in the past year but each time there was something new, something they could look back at later on if things got better, to laugh about.

She stretched her arm to the counter and tried to stand up when he pulled her down by pulling her ankle towards him. He lifted her foot parallel to his face.

"I would have kicked you if I didn't have that stupid thing stuck."

"It will hurt more if you do now," he mumbled pulling the glass out and looking at it, listening to her hiss. "You are the doctor, Kripa."

"Well Angad," she placed her hand on the counter and stood up on one foot, "have you ever heard of a doctor treating herself?" She looked down at the floor and the small amount of blood that was there. She knew if she placed her foot on the floor and placed pressure to walk it would hurt like hell.

He saw her foot go higher in the air and then turned in so she could look at it. The bleeding had stopped but her foot was still red, the blood drying slowly. Then he looked up at her frowning face, he didn't want to smile at it but he couldn't help it. He stood up and crossed his arms, his smile was gone as quickly as it came.

"Do you need help, Kripa?" He asked in a teasing voice. "I mean all you have to do is say 'please.'"

"Shut-up-"

"Is your favorite word, I know. But I'm asking you if you needed help." He placed his hands on her waist and picked her up, making her sit down on the counter. "Sit here and if you move I swear I'll kill you."

"I've asked you to do so several times." She said looking at him and then away.

"Well I do what I want, when I want. And, I'll kill you if you move a muscle right now."

"Really?" She picked up her leg and turned on the counter, facing the opposite side. "Kill me!" She chirped, knowing exactly what his face looked like right now.

He growled and walked out of the kitchen, without knowing that Kripa was smiling as she sat facing the other side.

When he came back she was still sitting where she had been when he had left. With the same stubborn, 'I hate you' look he placed the first-aid box beside her. "Can I expect that you can clean your cut?"

"Why are you angry Angad?" He looked up at her when he registered the sad voice. She opened the box and took out cotton and rubbing alcohol. "Because you don't want to be here or because I'm hurt?"

He felt a layer above the buried love in his heart evaporate somewhere. He suddenly felt something with his stomach turning slowly. Making him extremely uncomfortable. She wasn't looking at him, but cleaning the blood from her foot.

He looked away and turned when she tugged the back of his shirt to stop him. He stayed and she left his shirt. "There are no bandages in here."

"I don't have any." He said finding his voice.

"They are in my room, the last drawer of my closet."

He'd never been in her room before and she had never been in his. The though about entering now was awkward.

His hands closed into a fist why were they here? Who's mistake was it? He wanted to blame her alone but it wasn't just her. It was him equally. He loved her then and the love was there now, they were both aware of it. But it wasn't there at the same time. It was somewhere deep, deep within them. Hidden between the old memories, the sweet and bitter ones, the fights, the misunderstandings, and the pieces of their broken hearts. It was there but they had a lot of digging to do if they wanted to find it again. But above everything they both knew they didn't want to do the digging. What they wanted was simple. They wanted to wake up one morning and realize that everything was a dream, or that they were dreaming their future. Then they would fix everything before time. But this was reality not a dream. Life was much more complicated than it seemed and neither one of them were ready to come to terms with the fact.

If he wanted anything right at that moment it was running away from there. Far, far away.

"Are you sure there are none in there?" He asked breaking his thoughts.

"Why don't you turn and look?" She waited for him to turn but he didn't. "Angad." She was louder now.

"What?" He turned and looked at her. "Kripa leave me alone."

"Bandage Angad." She looked at the kit beside her.

"I'm not going in your room. You can go and get it yourself." He looked at her and then noticed the dark circles under her eyes. Why hadn't he noticed them before? "Did you not sleep last night?"

She looked at him in shock now. "Um… No. I slept fine last night. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. I'll get you your bandages." He felt the kitchen and she sat there wondering why he asked such a question, because it was correct. She hadn't slept all night. She couldn't sleep thinking about today.

Angad opened her closet and pulled a drawer, there were no bandages there. Just letters and files. What had she said? Which drawer? He rubbed a finger to his temple and saw the diary he's given her laying there, open. He looked back and then pulled it out. Started at it for a few seconds and then opened it the page that was book marked with a picture, facing down. He found an envelope there. He turned the picture first, surprised to see his own face in front of him. She kept his picture in her diary? He shut the diary in strange anger and pushed it back where he had taken it out from.

Her closet was perfectly tidy. So tidy he felt sick to his stomach. A part of her had gone back to what she was earlier while a part of her had stayed.

He tried to remember again, what had she said. "…last drawer of my closet." He opened it and took the box out, turned and shut the closet behind him. The large frame behind her bed caught his eye. It was the picture from their reception. They looked so happy, so made for each other. She was happy, her eyes said it. But she was also tensed he sensed it in that smile of hers.

What was she doing exactly? He had found his picture in her diary, now this frame. He looked around the room. It was just as tidy as her closet if not more. There were a million files stacked neatly on her desk, beside her laptop. The bed was also spotless, nicely made. The carpet under him was absolutely stainless. The walls looked like they had just been freshly repainted, but that disgusting smelling wasn't there. Yes, anyone could tell that Kripa…Khanna lived here. He turned to make sure he'd closed the closet, when he turned towards the window. He'd not noticed when they looked for the house that it was a full window, as big as a door. She had but a small, day bed sized, mattress in the front to make it a pleasant place to sit. He smiled, she'd bought the curtains that they both had once picked before their marriage. At that time she had disagreed, now he was pleasantly shocked to see them here.

He nodded his head, there were no more hopes anymore. They had come to far to turn back. If they could do something now it was live the way they were living for the past year. Distantly.

She was sitting on the counter, impatiently. What on earth was he doing. She looked at the entrance of the kitchen and he entered.

"I thought you fell asleep in there." She snatched the box from him and removed the bandages from it. When he knew for a fact she could handle it from here he picked up the broken mug and wiped the floor properly. He might 'hate' her but he wasn't heartless, not yet. He owned a heart, it was just broken.

Hey guys,

I hope you guys enjoyed the two parts! 😛

Here is the link to my new Fan-Fiction The Unthinkable Thought: http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=373440&T PN=1

Enjoy that! 😉

Hugs and Kisses,

Neha 😛