Unthinkable Thought: LAST PART PAGE 41 - Page 6

"Angad!" June yelled the second he entered with Kripa. "Where have you been? You are four hours late when you've never been four minutes or even four seconds late. Then she looked at Kripa and the fact that his arm was around her waist, in jealousy. "And this is?"

"Kripa Khanna." Angad said with a grin.

"Your sister?" She asked with a smile, yet rudely.

"She doesn't look like me." Angad said confused at her tone.

"Then maybe she's your step-sister." She said shifting her balance, glancing at her.

"My Dad never cared to marry twice, he loves mom too much." He laughed at her look now.

Kripa felt her temper rise and settle all at once at her rude tone. Angad had always explained June to be a nice, calm girl. At the moment she was anything but. She treated Angad like her employee when he was actually her boss.

"No, I'm his wife Kripa Khanna." She tossed back politely, yet surprising Angad that she clarified, not him.

"What?" June looked at Angad in shock. "When did you get married?"

"We'll complete seven months in a week."

"You remember that?" Kripa quickly said, impressed he knew.

"Whatever," June looked at Angad again. "The report is ready, are you?"

"No." He said as Kripa got out of his arm and walked towards the paintings that hung in the corridor that lead to his fathers old office. He allowed her to go, it was her office as much as it was his. "I'm not here to work June. I'm spending the day with Kripa."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, "You never told me you were married."

"No one knows. We got married very secretly." His eyes wandered back towards Kripa, which annoyed June more. "Give me the reports I'm sure I can go over them with Kripa afterwards. She watched the launch live."

"It can wait, so can I."

"No." He looked at her sternly. "We will go over them. Kripa." He called moving away. He stood beside her as she continued to look at the paintings. "Like them?"
"They are gorgeous Angad. They have been painted in such fine details yet the colors are painted so bluntly." She ran her finger over the frame and then looked at him smiling.

"You know paintings, don't you?"

She shrugged, "I paint Angad. I'm bound to know about it. Where did you get them from?"

"Catalogues, when we were going to interiors."

"Not to be rude Angad, but whoever did your interior did a very dull deal. I mean it's all so pale gray. You should have done abstract colors, bright and colorful." When she looked back at him she saw the faint lipstick mark on his cheek. "I never kissed you." She mumbled rubbing her thumb over it.

"Oh June-" he stopped when he saw the disappointment in her eyes for the first time in his life. "June just…"

"I didn't ask for an explanation either." She said turning away, moving to the next painting. Although her eyes concentrated on the painting her mind was on June and Angad. Did they like each other? she wondered.

That was awful, she told herself. She didn't have the right to just assume things. But then what was he doing walking around the office with a lipstick mark on his cheek?

"Here's the file Angad." June said holding the file out. "Anything else?"

"Hmm, yes. Just a sec." He looked at Kripa, and called her. She turned and walked to them. "Where do you want to eat tonight?"

"Anywhere you want Angad." She looked at June again. "June can suggest something, I'm sure."

"If Angad is going out to Chinese Panda Express would be fine." She shrugged. Kripa wasn't special and definitely not the right choice for Angad. She was dressed so simply. Had absolutely no make-up on. She was completely natural, something Angad never wanted. June had known Angad for to long to believe that he married Kripa happily.

"We were thinking Italian." Kripa said reading her expression. She might have turned quite and very conservative but at one point she was loud and extrovert. She had taken Physiology and was also a law major. She had the capability to read people expressions. And the way June looked at her she could tell that she didn't like her very much.

"Alright I know." Angad said when no one said another word. "Olive Garden that would be perfect! June book us a table outside for dinner."

Her mouth opened, rather dropped slightly. She wasn't his peon, she wanted to remind him. "Go June!" Angad said when she continued standing there. She snapped out of her thought and walked away with a poise that showed nothing but annoyance.

"She hates me," Kripa mumbled walking away from Angad. How many other people would hate her when they came to know she was married to Angad Khanna?

"She doesn't." He said as he opened the door of his cabin. "And, this is my cabin." Before she could walk towards his table he took his hand and pulled her closer. "I like you for who you are, Kripa. I don't care if anyone else likes you or not." He buried his hand in her hair, discovering how tick and silky they were. They would be soft, he always knew. But as soft as silk he'd never imagined.

"You're a public figure. Nothing less than a famous model whose advertising the most popular perfume today. You stand right beside someone as famous as Tom Cruise and David Beckman. Being your wife, when I appear in public with you I need to be able to carry that same attitude you do. That poise, the grace, the style, the class." She nodded her head, feeling his hands explore.

"I don't care." He lowered his mouth and brushed it over hers when the door flew open. Kripa turned around and June stood there fuming in anger. "June," Angad started annoyed. "Do you not know how to knock?" He looked at her, one hand still holding Kripa's. "What do you need?"

"What time did you want your table for?" She looked at him trying to keep herself calm. He was her boss after all.

"Eight, will do fine. You can go now." When she was gone and the door closed again, Angad turned to Kripa and framed her face. "Poise, grace, style, and class. You own them all in a unique manner Kripa. You don't have class only if you're born with a golden spoon in your mouth, you earn style and class. I don't care what you were before you were married, now you are Mrs. Angad Khanna, the name bring class without you having to try. You'll never be an embarrassment for me. So take that thought out of your mind. And, since I can see you worried about June I'll tell you not to worry about us."

"You're fantasizing Angad." She turned around and walked to his desk. "French furniture," she mumbled running her fingers over the smooth wood of the cherry table. "You've spent money without a care, Angad." She rounded the corner of the desk to looked at the room from where he sat.

"Dad always says don't think about money when you have it." He shrugged as he pulled the chair out and made her sit down, then stood behind her as she moved her fingers on the mouse of the laptop. "Do you like the office?"

"I already told you my opinion about the colors, to dull to be a part of a fashion house. The furniture is excellent, exquisite for each section of the office. It's nice, everything but the colors."

"Hmmm." He leaned over her shoulder and clicked on his new mail icon. "Maybe we can repaint the office and keep you in charge."

"The work here is very interesting here Angad. I can't deny that."

He closed the window before the mail could open and turned her chair around. "So if do you think you'll join with me?" He bend down to one keen and placed his hands on her knees.

"I wouldn't kill me." She said with a shrug. "I'm sure I can do something around here."

"I have the job for you, Kripa."

"Do you?" She grinned at him. Something was changed about him since he'd come back. He'd been out of state so many times before, for three weeks at a time sometimes. Yet he'd never come back to embrace her so tightly and tell her that he missed her.

"Our previous lawyer is retired now, so you can take that job. It would be lovely to have a family member handling something so important." He looked at her as she evaluated the offer.

"What do I get in return?"

"You get to spend time with me!" She wrinkled her nose at this comment. "And you get to tour different places in the world often."

"What does a lawyer have to do tour with the boss?"

"A lawyer doesn't, Angad Khanna's wife does. I want you to be me everywhere I go from now on." He took her left hand to notice her ring wasn't there. But he didn't say anything.

"May I dare to ask why?" She held his hands back.

"Well since you already have, I'll tell you." He took a deep breath and then made a silly face. "I don't know." She laughed at his look. "I really don't, Kripa. I went to Boston and realized that I was missing you, when I came back I wanted to keep you with me where ever I went."

"Hmm," she nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe you are getting to used to me. Or maybe you need me around to baby sit you. Make sure not any random girl is walking up to you and kissing you." She sighed as she laughed. "Tell me honestly, how many times do you get kissed daily?"

"Oh only a few million times." He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "But it's not my fault I get kissed by everyone but my wife."

She couldn't reply to his comment. She couldn't figure out what he was trying to do. He behaved like she meant the world to him. He'd never paid this much attention to her in the past six months than he was in one day.

"Angad I think you need to see a doctor." She wanted to stand up and walk away but he was holding both her hands in her lap. "Your behavior is starting to worry me."

"We'll see the best physiatrist in California tomorrow. Maybe he can tell me why I'm having a hard time without you around." He left her hands and stood up. "Since we have some time do you want to go over the reports with me?"

"I thought that was June's job, Angad." She watched him move across the room and open the windows. "I don't want to take her job away from her."

There was a knock on the door then. "Come in." Angad said when Kripa stayed quite. The door opened and June walked in with a check book and a few files.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Angad. Since you're here can you sing these checks and these paper? It's very important." She waited for a reply patiently.

"June I told you I'm-"

"Angad just sign them." Kripa requested walking to his side. "It won't take more than two minutes, it's just a signature." He frowned taking the files from June.

"Well it was just a signature even when we got married, Kripa." He mumbled scribbling on the checks.

June glanced at him after the comment. There was something wrong with their marriage, she could conclude.

Kripa wanted to tell him that she loved him right now at this very moment very much. But couldn't. He cared for her but he didn't love her as yet. But she wished one day he would tell her himself that he loves her.

"What's the file about?"

Kripa glanced at the file getting closer to him and listened to June speak. "That is the list of designers and companies who want to keep parts of our launch from last week. Just need your signature to finalize." He placed a pen against the paper when Kripa took his hand.

"Don't sing this Angad." June and Angad looked at her. "Should I assume that you always sing these papers after every launch?"

"Yeah, anything wrong?" He took the pen away as she stood in front of him looking at the file.

"Do you still need me?" June said looking away.

"Yes." Kripa looked at her. "What you need to do is get in contact with each of these companies and confirm delivery before you guys just sing and dispatch."

"You know I never thought about that." He placed his hands on her shoulders as he continued to look at the file in front of him. "See I knew you would be great help if you joined office. God knows how many mistakes I make in a day."

She laughed, "Maybe I should. Or I'll wake up one day and find out my sweet husband's company closed down." She turned and caught his chin and squeezed his jaw with a grin on her face. "June you can go."

"Thank you." She tossed coolly, turned and left.

It was a beautiful place to sit at, so serene. When she looked around she most found mostly couples sitting and enjoying their meals, enjoying a cuddly talk. Something she'd never shared with anyone in a very long time now. Nishant had always tried to get close to her but he never pushed his luck because he knew she didn't love him.

She could smell the flowers in the garden of Olive Garden and the spicy smells of garlic and other spices from the foods the people were eat around her. She looked around, wondering where Angad was at the moment.

It was a cold night and she called her self foolish that she'd dressed in a light skirt this morning. But then she didn't know that they would be eating out today. She covered her mouth as she let out a small yawn, then pulled the cozy shawl, that matched her skirt perfectly, closer. She was looking through Angad's collection of cloths at their shops when her eyes fell on the beautiful patter, she nearly fell in love with it when she ran her hands over the soft material. It didn't seem like the type of material that would be so delicate yet keep one warm. But it did. She wasn't going to take it, but Angad forced her to. He'd warned her it would be cold since they'd booked their table outside.

He was correct.

Now although the shawl was keeping her warm she could feel Goosebumps on her arms. She looked at the empty chair beside her and then looked at Angad's jacket. He was a clown, she thought. So precise about his dressing. But then he had a right to be, he owned a fashion house. She reached over and picked up the jacket and wrapped it around her, keeping the shawl on her legs.

She looked around again, and spotted Angad walking towards their table. A smile tugged her lips before she could stop it from coming. He was definitely a man who knew how to treat his lady.

"Cold?" He asked as he sat down, pulling is chair closer to her.

"A little. Do you want your jacket back?"

"If you can survive without it." He wrinkled his nose. "Do you want me to get a table inside?"

"Oh no!" She closed her hand over his when he started to stand. "It's perfect. I'm sure I can live with the shawl."

She gave him his jacket back and watched him put it on again, then wrapped herself in the shawl again.

"I was wondering," she started looking back at him. "Did you ever date June?"

"Date June?" He laughed at her question. "Why do you ask Kripa?"

"I don't know. Although I might be wrong she treats you more like a boyfriend or lover than a boss."

He bobbed his head in a manner that made Kripa smile. "She's like that." He shrugged looking around if someone was going to come take their order. "I've never dated her." He leaned forward and changed his position. "If you're worried don't be."

"Why would I be worried?" She reached to play with her ring then looked down to find it missing. "Where's my ring?" She asked in horror. "I know I was wearing it earlier."

Angad laughed at the look that have overtaken her face, the panic in her eyes. "You weren't wearing it when we got to the office. Maybe you left it at home."

"No." She nodded her head. "I know I was wearing it when we had breakfast this morning." She asked herself not to panic over the matter. "You're right, I probably left it in the bathroom or my room."

"Maybe," he took her hand again and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Even if you did lose it, it's ok."

It wasn't ok! That was her wedding ring. She couldn't have just lost it, it meant so much to her.

She smiled again. "I've never been here before, I don't even know what I'll order."

"Don't worry, Kripa. Just trust me." He looked at her and felt something in his heart pulling him towards her. He wanted to spend time with her, know her, care for her, and perhaps one day love her. Love her so much that she is able to forget everything but him, but not for his selfish reasons. But for herself. He wanted her to be able to look into his eyes and see that there was someone who cared for her, not as husband who loves his wife, not yet at least. But as a friend who she could share every feeling with.

"Here are the menus sir." A young girl dressed in black cloths stood beside their table and gave them the long menu cards. "I'll be back in a few minutes." She smiled at Kripa and then at Angad in a dreamy manner.

"You should have tried modeling Angad." Kripa said with a sigh when the waitress was gone far away to where she couldn't hear them.

"Why?" He looked through the menu not really paying attention to the insecurity that was haunting Kripa with the way girls looked at her husband.

"Just like that." She opened her own menu. Her eyes widened at the prices. They weren't necessarily out of her reach before her marriage, but at the same time she wouldn't have been able to enjoy an entire meal without worrying about the budget with her family. She wouldn't mention it because that would, she knew for a fact, anger him very much. Moreover she had to adapt to his lifestyle if she wanted to live with him for the rest of her life. She was his wife and she did love him.

By the time she finished looking through the entire menu she was more than confused. The dishes sounded so…Italian. Cheesy she thought, she was after all sitting in an Italian restaurant.

She closed her menu shut and looked away. She would let Angad talk to her about the dinner and she would let him order.

"So?" He looked at her and the confusion on her face. He would handle this without making her feel uncomfortable, he told himself. "See, I want Chicken Alfredo which is grilled chicken with fresh Alfredo sauce and tossed with fettuccine. Or I don't mind pasta-" He stopped when she leaned over and kissed his cheek. When she moved away slightly, he turned to look at her. She was smiling the biggest, brightest smile. One he'd never seen before. "Do I look like a clown?"

"No, you're quite the opposite, charming." She paused looking at him toning down the bright smile. "I'll eat anything you order, Angad. I don't want you sitting here explaining the entire menu."

She'd embarrassed him, she realized when his eyes slightly lowered. So she moved over and kissed his other cheek. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"I wanted to do the same." He brushed her hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear, moved back as the waitress approached their table.

"Are you ready to order sir?"

When Kripa looked over her pencil was in position and she was ready to start scribbling the second Angad started talking.

"Let's start with the drink," he said opening his menu again. "We'll start with Sour Apple Martini's."

"Alright, would you like to order you dinner as well now?"

Kripa smiled as a memory came back of Nishant. If the lady would have asked him this question he would have snapped back rudely, 'I will when I'm ready.'

"No, in a while." Angad replied back politely.

When the waitress left Angad looked at the smile on Kripa's face. "Why are you smiling now?" He asked.

She nodded rubbing her hands on her arms. "Nothing much. I was just remembering Nishant."

Once again he felt something prick him, but he smiled.

"Angad I don't think I should be drinking a martini. I don't handle my alcohol very well." She had a careful look on her face. But it was true, she couldn't handle her alcohol very well.

"Don't worry, I handle my alcohol very well, I won't let you fall." He grinned.

"Well, I'm trusting you now. Anything goes wrong and you'll be the first I blame."

His hands went up in defense, "And, I promise not to disappoint you."

There drinks arrived in sleek martini glasses. The color of the drink was a light, almost pale green. Like green apples.

"We'll order now." Angad said looking at the menu. He placed an order of grilled chicken creaser salad that he knew they both could share. He made sure the meal wasn't something extra ordinary, or complete new to Kripa. He wanted to keep the taste familiar for the first time. So he ordered the classic pasta recipes and a another chicken dish. He knew Kripa liked chicken so that was not going to be a great issue.

By the time they finished their meal they had refilled their martini's twice, only because he was still in his senses and Kripa seemed like she was also doing fine.

When they were done, their plates picked up, Angad looked at Kripa. "Dessert?"

"If they have anything hot, it would be perfect."

"I think their cappuccino is really great." He sat back in his chair. "So will you come to the office with me tomorrow?"

"We'll see when tomorrow comes."

Now that was a casual answer, not something he expected from Kripa. When the waitress came again they ordered their cappuccino and lingered in the garden sharing a light conversation.

Kripa placed a hand on his shoulder as he opened the door and took her shoes off, picking them up in her hands. "I'll never wear these shoes again." She mumbled as they walked inside.

"Why?"

"My feet hurt like crazy and I don't think I can-" she swallowed her words down when he scoped her into his arms. "What are you doing, Angad?"

"You said your feet hurt." He looked at her and heard her shoes drop to the floor. Reluctantly she put her arms around his neck.

He carried her to her room. When he set her down on her bed he sat down beside her. "So what are your plans for now?"

"Oh I have big plans for tonight Angad. I might just change and go to sleep right now. How about you? Your plans for tonight?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of some vine and watching T.V." He could see the tired look on her face, but he wanted to sit with her for a few more hours. Hold her close and mumble stupid things to her. Take care of her. He didn't know what was wrong with her but he wanted to keep her close.

"Alone?" She asked crossing her feet on the bed.

"I was hoping you would join me." He looked at her, when he knew she would protest he spoke again. "Please, just a few more hours."

"Angad we've been together all day." She yawned lazily.

He frowned, "Is that your way of telling me you're tired of me?"

"No." She quickly replied. "Why don't you go and change and I'll also change, then I'll see you down stairs?"

"Sounds good to me." He didn't want to get up. He was tired himself, but he knew he was going to enjoy sitting with Kripa. After a few seconds he stood up and stretched, then walked away.

Kripa smiled as she rubbed her hands together warming the lotion before applying it on her face after her quick shower. She'd spent the entire day with Angad Khanna, her husband, as a couple. He'd treated her so nicely, he'd kissed her unexpectedly, and she had as well. He was all together a different person the entire day.

He'd always paid attention to her, but not this much attention. He'd always worried about her. He'd asked her to start working so many times but he'd never pushed her. This time he'd took an entire day with her to help her come out of the tragedy she was still living with.

She was living with that true nightmare only because no one had paid so much attention to her since her parents had died. She never dated after Nishant died simply because she loved Angad. She didn't see a point in dating when it wasn't going to go anywhere.

For the first time in nearly five years someone had treated her so nicely. This was her first 'date' with Angad. And, she'd enjoyed it very much.

When she entered the front room, there was soft music playing in the back ground and then elegant Tiffany light was glowing dimly in the room. She found Angad sitting on the soft dressed in his night suit, pouring vine into two glasses.

He looked up at her and smiled as she sat down beside him. "Exactly why are we having more vine?"

"Because it's light and relaxing." He gave her, her glass and they both sat down. As he sipped he slipped his arm around her shoulder.

"You know," she took a small sip and rested her head against his chest. "Vine is very good for your heart."

He finished his entire glass and leaned forward to put his glass down. "Right now you're the best thing for my heart." He mumbled incoherently.

She didn't hear him properly either and finished her drink, putting her own glass away. She picked up her legs and snuggled closer to him. Not only was the alcohol starting to meet her brain now, she was also very tired. Sitting in the arms of the man she's loved all her live was perfect right now. Could give everything she owned, in her possession, including her life, away for this one moment. Something she could never imagine or dare to dream. To her Angad Khanna was out of reach until this morning, now he was sitting so close to her. Then she realized that he was pressing kisses to her head and she didn't want to stop him. But she still wondered why he was behaving the way he was?

She looked up at him at, his lips brushed hers for the second time. She looked at him with her sleepy eyes when his mouth found hers again, lingered this time. Soft and smooth.

He didn't deepen the kiss even by a degree when she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back gently. She wanted him still, all of him, every part of him. But he wasn't in love with her. They both were nearly drunk at the moment.

"We should stop," she mumbled, her finger curling into his shirt.

"I don't want to. I don't know why I want to be with you Kripa, I don't know what's gotten into me since I've came back." He leaned down over her until she was laying flat under him. He wasn't himself at the moment and she wasn't herself at the moment either. "I want every part of you." He found her mouth again and pressed a light kiss to her lips. When he looked back at her, her eyes were closed and she was waiting. He pressed his lips to her again, using his tongue against her lips to kiss her completely, for the first time in his life. To kiss someone for the first time in almost a year. Kissing his wife for the first time with passion and compassion both at once.

She wasn't in her senses, she couldn't feel what was happening, if anything all she knew was someone was kissing her. She felt his lips and nothing else. She couldn't feel the emotions behind the kiss.

Surprisingly the man who was kissing her couldn't recognize the feeling behind the kiss nor the feelings in his heart.

With one hand cupping her left hip, his finger trailed beneath her shirt, feeling her smooth skin. His fingers backed, he broke the kiss and sat up, helping her up. She fell on him, lost between what just happened, the tiredness, and the alcohol that was not allowing her to think or reason. Just feel, that to unlimitedly.

He picked her up and carried her to his room as she pressed kisses to his jaw line and throat.

Hey guys,

I hope you enjoyed this part. I'll post the next part to WOS later today.

Hugs and Kisses,

Neha