[The Unknown]AK FF -Ending Summary: Page 43 - Page 18

About 2 hours later, after she had drifted in and out of sleep, the door opened and in stepped Brijesh Kapoor and the doctor. The doctor checked a couple of things and said things she didn't understand before nodding at her sweetly and leaving the room. Brijesh Kapoor sat down on the chair Angad was sitting in a couple hours ago and took her hand gently.

"How are you feeling Kripa?" He asked. She nodded clearing her throat.

"I'm better. Thank you. How are you?" He smiled at her and took a deep breath.

"I understand that you might have a lot of questions in your mind right now. But, Angad is my nephew. I lied before to the police because you weren't suppose to know. And you weren't also supposed to go the police about Angad in the first place anyway." He said. Kripa looked at him, extremely confused.

"I don't get it?" She said.

"Angad is an RCMP officer. So am I. There's a lot you don't know about your life Kripa. Angad told me you said your mother told you that your father cheated on her. That's what I had asked her to tell you. Your father, was an informant. He was involved in terrorism but he agreed to join us by providing us information about what was going on in the inside. A couple of criminals figured that out and your dad was worried about your and your mom's safety, so he sent her away along with me to protect her. He recently passed away and now, your life is in danger so Angad was with you for your protection." Brijesh explained, studying her face for her reaction the entire time. "He might have even asked you lots of questions about you, your father and your mother. He was given strict orders to learn as much as he could about you. He also needed to find out how much you knew about your father. And he's done a good job but now, he has to leave. For one, we think we can go ahead with placing you in the witness protection system now and two, Angad has some important stuff to deal with so he's unable to go ahead with this anymore. Do you understand what I'm saying Kripa?" Kripa nodded slowly unable to believe a word he was speaking.

"My father is dead?" Kripa asked him, her heart aching. She was never an orphan. She had a father who had cared about her long before she even came into this world.

"Unfortunately, yes. He was a great man, honey. He genuinely loved you. I gave him copies of all the pictures your mother had taken of you since you were born. He used to celebrate your birthday every year. All the gifts you'd got supposedly from me? They were actually from your father, Suryaban Sharma." Brijesh said quietly squeezing her hand comfortingly. Tears stung Kripa's eyes as she stared at the blank white walls of the hospital room. "Your mother was a victim. She had gone to meet your father to buy your birthday gift that day when she got shot. And you were told she had cancer. It was necessary that all of this be hidden from you, until the right time. Which is now. "

"What now?" Kripa squeaked out, her throat constricting with numerous emotions.

"As i stated earlier, you're going to be placed in the witness protection system for your safety. We'll be relocating you to another city with another name. We prefer that you keep your first name but change your last name. But if you'd like to change both, that's alright as well." He said pulling out some forms that he scanned quickly. Just as he about to speak again, the door opened and in stepped Angad once again.

"The Officers are here, Uncle. Is she ready to go?" He asked, not daring to look her in the eye. Brijesh nodded slightly, holding up one finger indicating he needed time still.

"Kripa, please be aware that you are not going to be able to meet any one that you've known till now. Not anyone. Not even your friends. You may not contact them in any way. You're going to have to leave this life of yours behind to create a new one with your new identity. So, we don't have much time and I was hoping that you'd keep your first name... because I have some new IDs. The name is 'Kripa Mehta' on here. If you're not happy with it, we can always change it." Brijesh offered handing her the IDs. Kripa quickly read over the new Intern ID card at a hospital in the city of Toronto then her new birth certificate.

Kripa Mehta, February 14, 1988. Born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Citizenship issued in 1988. Father's name: Suryaban Mehta, Birth place: India. Mother's name: Gayatri Mehta, Birth place: India.

Kripa felt tears well up again and this time, she let herself cry. A tear fell on the plastic birth certificate and she continued to stare at it as more tears fell. Brijesh and Angad watched her

quietly, glancing at one another once in a while.

"Do you.. Do you have any questions.. for me?" Angad finally asked her awkwardly jumping up and down slightly. She looked at him for a couple seconds and then back at the proof of her new identity, ignoring his presence. It hurt too much to look at him or even acknowledge him. "Just so you know, that night.. you heard stuff? That was Uncle & I. We saw someone near your house that night so we went to investigate and we did in fact, catch someone. And at the club? You were right. Someone was following you. I caught him. That's how i got the cut. As for the blank phone call, we investigated it thoroughly but like I said to you that day, it was probably some teenager pulling a prank call on you."

"You broke into my house." She muttered clutching the birth certificate, avoiding looking at him.

"Yes, I did. I needed that picture of your father. In case some criminals that were unaware of what your father looked like, found it. No one knows he is dead. He had a heart attack. I didn't expect you to come home so early that night. I thought you'd be at the hospital but you came. So I had to do something." He explained rubbing his arm.

"Do Khushi & Madhubala know too? Is that why they refused to know anyone by the name of Sahil?" Kripa asked looking at Brijesh who nodded.

"Yes, we told them everything. Angad had gotten to know them extremely well and we checked their background. They're trustworthy. Besides, they're going to leave town soon since they're getting married anyway. In fact, I think they've already left." Brijesh told Kripa. She took a deep breath swinging her legs over to the side of the bed to sit up. Angad walked over to the pile of her clothes and handed it to her.

"And how did I end up here?" She asked them.

"Criminals. They were looking for your father's picture. No one knows he's dead except for us officials." Angad explained.

"Change. We'll come and get you in about 10 minutes." Brijesh said getting up and leaving with Angad behind him. Kripa watched them leaving until she realized something. Just as Angad was about to leave, she called out for him. He turned to look at her, shut the door and walked over.

"Does my father.. I mean, has he left me something?" She asked. A look that she couldn't comprehend passed across his face before he went emotionless.

"Yeah. He was pretty rich because of the illegal business he did. Or more like, legal illegal business. And he has some property which is in your name." Angad said pulling out his IPhone to check the time. Kripa's mouth dropped open and she turned red out of embarrassment, knowing he thought she meant money.

"No no, I meant.. a letter.. or.. something." She stuttered looking around the room. He looked up at her surprised and was clearly, taken aback.

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah. He did. You'll get it soon." He muttered. She nodded and walked away, entering the bathroom to change. Before closing the door, she turned around and looked at him.

"I can't see you either right?" She asked quietly. He looked right up at her this time, right into her eyes. He clenched his jaw and let out a bitter laugh.

"No. No, you can't. If destiny wants, we might meet coincidentally. Otherwise we can't. I don't know where they're moving you." He replied just as quietly, pain visible in his eyes. She looked down at his hands and saw an engagement ring in his finger this time. She smiled sadly before turning and closing the door, on him, on her old life.