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They Meet- Chapter Fourteen

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Putting on a black tube dress, Kripa glanced at herself in the mirror. Geet whistled from behind causing Kripa to turn red.

"Someone's looking hot. Who are you trying to impress Mehta?" Geet teased her.

"No one." Kripa said defiantly walking past Geet, out the door. She got into her car and waited for Geet to get in.

"So, where to?" Kripa asked her.

"Drive, I'll tell you the directions." Geet instructed her.

Fifteen minutes later, Kripa found herself standing in front of the very same club that she had came to a year ago with Armaan, Riddhima and Angad. Suddenly, she missed Riddhima, her best friend. She ached to meet her but she knew she couldn't.

Geet grabbed her arm and dragged her into the club. It was exactly the same. The PDA, the loud music, the bar. Every single thing. Nothing had changed. Her throat constricted and tears threatened to flow. She missed her friends desperately. Most of all, she missed Angad. The man she had fell in love with. Walking right to the bar, she ordered a tequilla shot and gulped it right down, trying to erase everything from her mind and just having a great time. She turned and looked around for Geet and found her on the dance floor with Maan. Suddenly, Kripa felt a tap on her shoulder. As she turned around, she was face to face with Khushi Gupta.

"KRIPA!" Khushi gasped pulling her into a tight hug. Shocked, Kripa hugged her just as tightly, more than happy to see someone she used to know.

"I missed you." Kripa said once Khushi pulled away. Khushi's eyes welled up and she pulled Kripa into a hug again.

"Oh, Kripa. I missed you too. Madhu & I were so worried about you." She pulled away and stared right at Kripa. "I know how much you liked Angad. When we found out that he was an Officer, we wanted to tell you but we weren't allowed to. You've been through so much. But I'm really happy to see you again. You look great." Khushi squealed grabbing Kripa's arm. Just as the two girls caught up with each other, talking about their lives, Madhu, Arnav & Rishab joined them. Madhu, was just as shocked, and happy to see Kripa. Arnav and Rishab looked genuinely happy to see her as well.

"Thank God they've met you. They've been so worried this whole year. Even we got worried about you because of these two." Rishab laughed pulling Kripa into a side hug after Arnav. When Maan and Geet joined them, they were all pleasantly surprised to find out that Maan had recently cracked a deal with Arnav and Rishab that morning.

"How amazing is this. What a small world!" Geet exclaimed. "Don't you think Kripa?" Kripa nodded in response, grinning. She actually felt better seeing Arnav, Rishab, Khushi and Madhu.

Suddenly, a look of apprehension passed across Khushi's face and she turned to stare at Madhu nervously. Kripa didn't fail to see the short but obvious exchange between the sisters.

"Kripa, someone else is also here tonight. We met him yesterday and- " Before Khushi could continue, she and Madhu were dragged off by a friend. Kripa's heart beat at a dangerous rate as she came up with a thousand possibilities to finish Khushi's sentence ' the most desirable being the one with Angad Khanna. As she was lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize when the others had went off to dance.

Shaking her head, she walked around the club trying to find something to do, trying to take the thought of him out of her mind. She had decided to move on and that was exactly what she was going to do. Her eyes suddenly stopped at a man standing a couple feet away, with his back to her. Closing her eyes she was reminded of the time at the grocery store. No, Kripa! Stop, she scolded herself, mentally kicking herself. Just as she turned around to walk away, she heard that voice again. The deep, silky voice that made her heart skip a beat. The voice that she could recognize anywhere, anytime.

"Kripa."

She turned around again and found herself staring into a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

"Angad." She gasped. He looked right at her, just as shocked. Before she knew it, he had closed the distance between them and she was in his arms. She pressed her face into his chest unable to bear the intense look on his face, taking in the smell of his expensive shirt. He no longer smelled like coffee. He smelled just like expensive fabric and some expensive smelling cologne.

"Kripa." He whispered in her ear with his deep, sensual voice, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. She turned to look at him and found his face inches apart. "I've missed you."

Kripa's eyes welled up with tears as she raised a shaky hand to touch his cheek. Automatically, his eyes shut and he blew out a painful breath and she was crushed to him again. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled the smell of her sweet shampoo.

"I love you." He whispered.

Kripa froze, her breath caught in her throat. She pulled away and took several steps away from him in shock. She stared at his face for a long time unable to think of anything to say until her eyes dropped to his left hand. In his ring finger, shone a wedding band and just like that, she was angry.

"You love me? Angad, you're married to someone else. And I'm supposed to what, accept you? Even knowing you're technically betraying your wife right now?" Kripa snapped crossing her arms and giving him the coldest look she could manage.

"I ' no. I'm not betraying Mishti. Our marriage? Kripa, it's not.. You don't understand." He mumbled rubbing his face in frustration.

"And I don't want to." She replied back turning on her heel, walking away but he was too fast. He quickly walked over and blocked her way.

"Can we talk please?" He pleaded.

"No." She said stubbornly causing him to groan. "You're a liar Khanna. A jackass. A jerk."

"Okay, is that it? You want to vent? If that's the case.. Let me help you. You forgot asshole, bas***d.. Uh, what else?" He asked her feigning thinking. She sighed glaring at him.

"Funny Khanna." She growled. He smirked, mischief glinting in his chocolate brown eyes but it was gone just as fast as it had came.

"Please Kripa. Once chance. Let me explain." He pleaded cupping both of her hands in his large hands, his chocolate brown eyes turning to a liquidy warm brown. And before she knew it, Kripa felt herself giving in. He just wanted to talk. What harm could that possibly do? All she had to do was act tough and keep a distance from him and she would be fine.

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Chapter Fifteen at the Next Page

The End Of A Non-Existent Relationship?- Chapter Fifteen

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The next day, Kripa changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a red long sleeved shirt from her sweat pants and t-shirt an hour before she had to meet Angad. She had no idea why she was doing this. All she knew was that, she wanted to. She needed to meet him. Evading Geet's questions, she left the house telling her that she had something important to do and that she'll see her in the evening. Starting the car, Kripa took a deep, long breath looking out the window breathing in and out slowly. She was a nervous wreck. Just like when she had first met him and had started liking him. She waited for it to be exactly 1:30 before pressing her foot on the accelerator and driving. Once she arrived at Starbucks, she found him standing at the corner outside rubbing his hands due to the cold. Getting out of the car, she walked right up to him.

"What is with your obsession with Starbucks? First you chose to work there and now you've chosen it to be the place where we meet." Kripa said to him, pretending to be annoyed. "Is everything else not up to your standards?"

"You see, when Angad Khanna likes something or gets attached to something, he sticks to it." He replied, looking her right in the eye. She stared at him back, refusing to give in so easily. Then, he grabbed her hand and dragged her to his car.

"Where the hell are you taking me now?" She asked him as he pushed her into the passenger seat.

"Somewhere." He muttered, starting the car. "How about you tell me how your life has been in this past year."

"Great." Kripa said grinning. "It was honestly great. Until you came back into my life." Angad scoffed rolling his eyes.

"You're a doctor Sharma, not an actor. You can't lie to me. You know you missed me. And I also know how much you love me." He said leaning over, kissing her cheek. She glared at him in response.

"You wish Khanna."

About 10 minutes later, he stopped the car in front of a building. She got out slowly after him and entered the building, confused. He grabbed her hand and pressed the elevator button. Once they entered the elevator and he pressed the button for the 5^th floor, she realized they were in some apartments complex. Before she could say anything, the door opened and he walked out, still holding her hand. He stopped at a door, unlocked it and pushed her in, locking it.

"Why are we here? Who's apartment is this?" She asked him, arms crossed against her chest as he thew his jacket off and entered the kitchen.

"It's mine! I used to live here before I got married to Mishti and bought a house." He yelled from the kitchen. Kripa winced at the mention of his wife again. It made her extremely jealous. When he came back again, she glared at him.

"You didn't tell me why we're here." She snapped.

"To talk." He said simply shrugging leaning against the wall behind him, facing her.

"And we couldn't do that at Starbucks?" Kripa asked him, trying to cover up her nervousness. She wasn't sure how much she could control herself especially not when they were locked up in his apartment, alone.

"You really wanted to talk out in public?" Angad asked her in disbelief raising an eyebrow at her. She sighed walking away to face the window, ensuring that she was far enough from him. Of course they couldn't if they were going to talk about the town, her real identity, she thought sighing.

"Talk." She muttered.

"A year ago, when I was assigned your case, I was ready for it. I thought it would be like any other case but I was wrong. You were different. You were special. And at some point, I fell in love with you Kripa. Why, or how, I have no idea. All I know is that, I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone before."

He paused and she bit her lip to keep the tears at bay.

"When we kissed that day at the Grill, something in me snapped. I couldn't break your heart. I figured out that you had feelings for me too and it killed me to not tell you how much I loved you but I had to distance myself. So I told my Uncle that I couldn't go ahead with the case anymore and he told me that they would place you in the witness protection program because your father had passed away. It tore me apart to say goodbye to you at the hospital. I didn't want to leave you. But it was important. For your safety. And then my parents were pestering me to get married and I didn't have a choice but to get married to Mishti. How was I supposed to know we'd meet again? I was being practical Kripa but that doesn't mean that I'm happy."

"What do you mean?" Kripa asked him, finally turning around.

"My marriage with Mishti is completely dysfunctional. We're incompatible. We try to stay away from each other as much as we can. There's nothing between us Kripa. No emotions. None at all. It's cold. I don't know why it's like that but there's just, nothing that I can imagine can help to fix that." Angad muttered stuffing his hands in his pocket.

"And now what?" She whispered. Slowly, he looked right up at her and walked over to her, staring into her eyes.

"I'm ready to divorce her. To be with you. I was forced to let you go before but I can't now. Just say the word Kripa. I'll divorce her." He said gently brushing his lips to hers sending a shiver down her spine. Involuntarily, her eyes shut and she sighed contently. Suddenly, she was back to reality.

"Angad, I love you too but I'm not going to gain you by breaking someone else's heart." Kripa told him quietly.

Confusion contorted his face before he shook his head with a sad smile.

"Break Mishti's heart? That's not for you to worry about Kripa. I'll worry about that. I want to know what you want." He told her pressing his forehead to hers.

"It doesn't matter what I want." She said putting her hands on his chest to keep some distance between them which he noticed and it broke a part of his heart.

"I don't get it? Why are you doing this?" He whispered agonized, closing his eyes shut to refrain from letting the tears from his eyes spill.

"Please. Just, let it be. We missed our time Angad. We have to move on." She pleaded.

Angad's eyes flew open and he took a step back, staring at her, not understanding what she was going on about. Had she moved on? he thought, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest. He felt like she was holding something back. But what?

"Move on? You want us to move on? You're telling me you'll be able to forget me and love someone else?" He asked her lividly. He wasn't even sure how she even suggested that but just the thought of her moving on with someone else, loving someone else, boiled his blood.

"Maybe, maybe not. I don't know! I'm never going to know until I try." She said avoiding looking at him. It would be difficult, she knew, but she had to. He was married and it was too late for them to get together again. "Goodbye Angad."

Turning around, she looked at him one last time and walked out the door, closing it on him once again.

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