Well I'm kind of getting the feeling readers aren't enjoying the story much. So, I'll try to change my style. Less descriptions and all I guess. Although I really liked the descriptions.
Angad and Kripa walked side by side down the large staircase to the gathering hall. Down awaited them a press coverage meant only for celebrities. As Kripa walked down the stairs she thought of how life played such cruel games. She hadn't thought in her wildest dreams that one day she'd have hundreds of journalists questioning her divorce. She always felt a death or divorce were very personal matters and should only be dealt by the ones going through it. And yet here they were, complete strangers she'd have to express her oh so dear sentiments too. She reviewed her head all that she and Angad has decided to say to the journalists.
Angad always knew that life was like a dust of wind, changing every second. But he had never thought that he would change more than life. If you had met Angad 6 months ago, he perhaps would run down to the journalist sin excited my them taking his interview. And yet here he was, detesting the fact the he had to answer to these parasites. Yes, that's exactly what these journalists were…Parasites. They fed on human emotion just as mosquitoes fed on human blood, sucking the life out of them bit by bit. Angad wanted to kick himself. That accident had ruined everything. Delaying that business deal had ruined everything. If only he had followed the plan and just left the day he and Kripa had gotten a divorce none of this would have happened. If Angad had followed the plan, them Mr.Das would have disappeared so fast that the journalist would have never been able to catch on. What was he thinking? Was he even thinking?
As Angad and Kripa walked down the stairs, they tried their very best to act like a divorced couple. How in gods name do you do that? They had exactly 2 inches between them. They didn't want to be too close, and yet not to far. As they walked down, they thought about whether their reason to get a divorce was legitimate. Why do people get divorced? Why did Mr. Das and Mrs. Kripa get a divorce? Why would anyone divorce someone like Das Malhotra? And ten both Kripa and Angad looked at each other and let out a laugh…they had finally begun to think like journalists.
Kripa and Angad entered they hall and sat down on the chairs put out for them. Both trying to look confident and majestic. Both knowing that it just wasn't working. A journalist raised her hand for the first question and so begun the interview. The obvious first question on everyone's mind was whether they had truly gotten a divorce.
"Yes, we signed the divorce papers about 4 days ago", said Angad
"Mr. Das, then why is it that you two are still living together?", asked a journalist.
"As you can see I have a few broken ribs, and a sever head injury. And so my wife…"
Angad stopped immediately picking up his error. Kripa looked at him and he at the press. Boy, he sure did want to kick himself now.
" My ex-wife, who is also my best friend suggested I stay here until I heal.", corrected Angad. Now he sure was impressed with himself. Angad looked at Kripa and was just looking down at the floor.
Just them a journalist asked Kripa why did she let Angad stay here? Kripa answered her question with grace Angad wished he had, " Believe it or not, but humanity still exists in this world of ours. Das is my friend and the father of my child. It is my responsibility and good will to help him in need, as I know he would do so and much more for me."
And then came the final two questions that shook the ground under Angad and Kripa's feet. This first question was the one they had both been wanting to avoid. It was because of this one question that Angad was suppose to disappear with the wind just as he and Kripa had gotten their divorce. " Mr. Malhotra, why did to put all your money, property, and business under Mr. Kripa Sharma's name?", asked the young journalist in the back. Angad took a deep breath and tried his best to not fidget with his fingers. He looked at the journalist and spoke.
" Whatever I have today is because of Kripa. She was my inspiration, guide and support. Everything I have rightfully belongs to her and my son Sahil. I have had enough of this world and want to take a break. A long break. I don't know how long I'll be gone, for all I know I may never return, and so…I have given my life which is my son to Kripa. If I can give her my son, my business empire is nothing. "
That so wasn't what Angad and Kripa had decided on saying. It had been very simple, Kripa had asked for all of this as alimony. It was just that. Where did this break, and son stuff come from? Now, Kripa want to kick Angad. Thankfully, the journalist had brought Angad's pathetic explanation. And then came the next question. This one almost made Angad fall off his seat.
" Is your divorce do to the scandal between Mr. Malhotra and a Ms. Rupali that was on the papers a few months ago?"
Kripa had just skipped a breath when the journalist asked that. She sure had hated Angad for doing something so stupid. Rupali and his "affair" had almost ruined everything. Men sure did amaze Kripa. Angad couldn't even go a year without a woman by his bed side. Men were pathetic. No matter how much Angad says that there was absolutely nothing between him and Rupali, Kripa knew there was no smoke without fire.
"No comment", said Kripa as she and Angad got up almost simultaneously and walk out of the gathering hall. The journalists were lead out, and Angad and Kripa walked back upstairs in silence. That annoying silent wind was shrieking again into the ears of Angad and Kripa. Rupali had always brought a slight uncomfortable feeling in between Angad and Kripa. Although Kripa had convinced herself that the only reason she was angry at Angad was for almost ruining the plan. It would have been dreadful, if Angad had been caught doing something a married man was not too. Das had died, Kripa wasn't going to let the respect he earned in his life perish too. That was what Kripa had convinced herself to believe, now whether that was the whole truth behind why she was so very hurt by Angad's "affair", she yet not know.
What had Rupali been to Angad? A weakness to his male hood perhaps? That was the only explanation he could give. Yet a thought often occurred to Angad. He wasn't Das. He wasn't married to Kripa Malhotra. He wasn't even the father of Sahil. So why? Why did the guilt of sleeping with another woman haunt Angad day and night? Why had he felt as if he had committed infidelity? As if it had some grave sin. His guilt had haunted him to a point where he had even attempted to wipe himself with a belt after Kripa had found out, that to by the press. The Rupali saga seemed to have hurt Angad more than it did Kripa.
Both had then quietly walk into their individual rooms, without even a glance at each other. The lights had then shut down. Betty had left. Suddenly, the doors creaked. Footstep walked through the halls. Two figure could be seen. Both walking slyly. Just as they had reached their goals, they collided with a bang. The two figured fell unto the floor with one figure on top of the other. All went silent then. The figure on top felt the figure lying under. AS their breaths slowed and their pulse increased, the figures tried to untangle themselves from the other. As just they were about too, a light flashed open. Out came little Sahil with his sleepy eyes looking down at the two figures…his parents. Angad and Kripa had both forgot to wish Sahil goodnight. Sahil stared at his parent in amazement. "Mommy, daddy…I don't want another brother", he said in his sleepy tone. Children these days knew a lot more than they should. Sahil's not so innocent, innocence had forced Angad and Kripa to laugh as they got up.
"Sorry, I hope I didn't hurt you", said Angad in a concerned tone".
"No, I'm fine", Kripa replied.
Sahil went into his room, as Angad and Kripa followed. Angad ran ahead of Kripa and picked Sahil up into his arms.
" Reach for the stars Sahil", Angad yelled out as he pulled Sahil up to the ceiling to he could touch the glow in the night stars Angad had planted there for him. Then Angad jumped into bed with Sahil and Sahil pulled Kripa as well. Kripa pulled the sheets on top on Sahil and tucked him into bed.
" Good Night, my baby", Kripa said softly. She sure did love Sahil. Seeing Sahil would make Kripa forget all the worried of the world. And seeing Angad with Sahil would make Kripa believe their were no worries. Kripa had them gotten up and went to the door she then turned around and looked at Angad.
"Oh, I think I'm going to spend tonight with Sahil. Since tomorrow…", he stopped the middle remembering that if Sahil found out Angad was leaving tomorrow, he's start crying right this instant.
"Okay", said Kripa as she closed the door on her way out. Just as Kripa left, Angad and Sahil played perhaps 5 different games. And then, Angad read Sahil a bedtime story and they both drifted to sleep. Angad kissed Sahil's forehead, and caressed his hair for a while. Knowing that he would leave tomorrow broke Angad. As he lay in bed, a tear from his left eye down to the pillow.
The next morning both Kripa and Sahil awoke at the same time. Sahil had first noticed that Angad was not next to him. A he heard the sound of the engine outside, Sahil and Kripa both ran to their windows. Their was a moving a car with all of Angad's belongings being packed into the truck. Angad sat in the driving seat and without looking left or right, drove away. Both Kripa and Sahil waved goodbye.
"Bye Bye daddy", said Sahil in a low break hearting voice that could kill you.
"Bye Angad", Kripa said in her shaky voice. She left that lump in her throat again.
"I Love you Daddy", Sahil said now with a tear jerking from his left eye.
"I'll miss you Angad", repeated Kripa with a tear falling down from her left eye as well.
Kripa them left her room, and walked into Sahil's. Sahil was still by the window waving bye the car until he could no longer see it, and even after. He clenched the teddy bear his father had given him, until his mother came and held him. Then he clenched his mother tightly and cried his heart out.
To Be Continued…
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