Mismatch/ Identity - THE END! (pg 93) - Page 41

This is where I got the habit of believing in my angel, believing that there was someone, somewhere out there looking out at me, protecting me, taking care of my needs, blessing me, and preventing all the mishaps from taking place with me. She had given me a very rosy picture of life.

For as long as I remember I continued believing in that angel of mine, and when mom passed away, I believed that I had two angels looking out for me, thus double the protection, double the happiness, and double the love.

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Diary Update 2

The next day morning, the first thing I heard was the buzzing of bees, well, not actual bees, but two bees, Mahen and Angad. They both stood in a secluded corner talking about something, except since they wanted to prevent me from hearing it, all I could hear was the buzzing.

I sat down on the breakfast table chewing on my toast, and glancing through the newspaper trying to partially figure out the connection between newspapers and Angad Khanna. All I could notice were columns full of crime, politics, sports or entertainment. Lifting a pen I narrowed down to crime, since Angad Khanna was a cop, and sports, since he was a guy, and entertainment, incase he secretly had a crush on Angelina Jolie, if that was the case, then I would kill him.

Casually flipping back and forth, I chewed on my toast patiently, sipped some juice, then humming a distant tune I rose from my chair when I heard a sharp intake of breath. I froze for a second pretending I hadn't heard it I made my way across into the kitchen where I could clearly hear a few snippets of the conversation

"... she is no saint..."

"... I am telling you dude she likes you...."

"... it's all a lie...."

"... Ang–"

Battling my eyelashes innocently, I walked out of the kitchen right past them, and the buzzing stopped, as Mahen stared at me, while Angad pretended to button up his shirt.

I entered the bedroom grabbed a towel, whistling now I entered the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror thinking back to their conversation. It was obviously me they were talking about. And, I had to admit the guy was smart, Angad Khanna was damn good!

He knew I was not the type of girl, who would chase him, even though she "supposedly" had a tiny crush on him.

I fully understood now that he was brilliant at his job, and it was not easier to fool around with him, as I had thought it would be.

It was proving to be much more difficult, but this was Kripa he was dealing with, and at the end of this game I would be the winner, and he would be the loser.

This was the layout of this game, and at the end of the day I would get back all my freedom, and I would be a free bird in New York City with no cop baby sitting me.

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By the time I had stepped out only in a towel wrapped around my body no body was in sight, and the house was dead silent. I felt the excitement in my veins, as for a second I thought they both had walked out leaving my alone. But, alas that tiny feeling disappeared when Angad Khanna came into sight looking like a lion with his back bent slightly, with no shirt on showing off his chest full of hair, golden hair. Well, it was brown, but due to the sunlight blinding my vision slightly, his chest appeared all tanned, and the hair appeared to be golden.

Unfortunately though I caught myself drooling over him, something that I should have done on the reminder of my mind. But, somehow I was naturally doing it, as if I really had a crush on him. He cleared his throat making me aware of his presence, well the presence of his face, as he grimly said, "Towel?" with his hand stretched out, while I blushed.

"Erm..." I started, except I had lost all my voice, I looked up at him, while he stood with the why-me look on his face, it was mostly the why-do-you-have-to-crush-on-me type of look, well at least that is what I gathered.

"Towel" he said the second time, except this time he tried to touch the towel around my body, well he actually touched it, while I shivered, and quickly backed away. This time for several reasons, one mainly because I was shy, yet at the same time a bit disgusted, seriously the guy has no shame that he comes to snatch of the towel around my body, "don't you have other towels in this house of yours?" I asked angrily totally disgusted now, and the entire 'shy' completely vanished.

"This is my house" he said walking dangerously towards me, "And, that is my towel" he pointed out towards the towel wrapped around my bare body, "so, give it back to me!" he caught the towel again. But, I pushed his filthy hands away screaming, "Angad," and backed away hitting the dead wall, "Why do you want this one?" I literally pleaded.

"hun, you like me. I like you too" he replied with a straight face, "There is no reason to be shy". With his words all I felt like screaming was "WHAT?" and running out of the place seriously or I would murder this guy, even though I somehow was starting to like him.

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I am extremely sorry for the delay, but I have been really busy with studies, work, and other probs. Next update on Friday!