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Angad glared as Suhit and Kripa walked back into the hall. Why were they standing so close? Why was that punk holding her hand? And why was she leaning into him?

"Angu, honey?" Angad turned back towards his stupid date.

"What?" he snarled. Mishti remained oblivious to his hostility and smiled brightly, exposing her whiter than white teeth.

"I'm sick of just standing here," she whined, "Let's dance." She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the middle of the dance floor. Just then the song changed and a soft melody floated out. People around the couple started swaying to the music, holding on to each other. Mishti's smile got even wider, which Angad didn't think was possible. She put her arms around his neck in a vise-like grip and pushed her bony body flat against his. He reluctantly put his hands on her waist and tried to put some distance between the two.

Across the room, Kripa was livid. Angad and Mishti were glued together. Suhit stood next to her, smirking. He leaned closer to her and whispered, "Ready to start?" Kripa narrowed her eyes and dragged him onto the dance floor, choosing a spot dangerously near Angad and Mishti's. She sidled up to Suhit and wrapped her hands around his neck, resting her cheek on his shoulder. Suhit in return put his arms around her waist, interlocking his hands behind her back.

Angad yawned and closed his eyes in boredom. This song was way too long. When he reopened his eyes, he saw a scene that made him want to hurl; Kripa and Suhit were wrapped around each other as if they were in love. Or lust. He couldn't bring himself to think of Kripa in love with that punk. It had to be lust. He was so tempted to just grab her and drag her out of this party, out of Suhit's arms, but he knew that he couldn't do that. This leech he was dancing with wouldn't let him.

Kripa was stiff in Suhit's arms. While she liked him and they were fast becoming good friends, dancing too closely with him was uncomfortable. This was her second slow dance in her life- the first being with Ted at prom. She wasn't used to being this close to guys, let alone extremely hot ones. She peeked from under her eyelashes towards Angad and was surprised to see him staring at her, an angry expression on his face. Flabbergasted, her eyes widened and because of this she didn't realize how blatantly she was now staring at him.

A strange jolt ran through Angad's body as his eyes connected with hers. Their gazes held and his expression slowly transformed into one of adoration. He was jolted back to earth when Mishti whispered in his ear, "This song is so totally written for me." He looked at her with his eyebrows raised. John Mayer's Your Body is a Wonderland was just starting. Since when did Mishti have such a great body? She was all skin and bones. Just then he realized Kripa was still dancing with that punk and he knew he had to do something. This song was much too personal for Suhit to be dancing with her. He waned to be the one holding her, the one who whispered the lyrics into her ears. He quickly disengaged himself from Mishti's grip and walked over to Suhit and Kripa.

Kripa sighed and rested her head back on Suhit's shoulder when Mishti whispered something to Angad and he dropped his gaze. She shouldn't have looked in the first place. God, she was so stupid! The song ended and another one started up- she recognized it as her favorite John Mayer song. She always loved listening to it, day-dreaming about dancing to it with her soul mate. Sighing, she was about to ask Suhit to get something to drink when she felt a warm body behind her. She turned around, effectively getting out of Suhit's grip and came face to face with Angad Khanna.

"Partner swap?" Angad said smoothly to Suhit. Suhit grimaced at the thought of dancing with Mishti, but agreed. He walked towards Mishti as she squealed in joy. She had always tried to get him to dance with her and now she finally got her wish.

Angad put his hands on Kripa's waist, not saying anything. Kripa slowly wrapped her hands loosely on his neck. There was quite a considerable amount of space between the two. When John Mayer's soft voice floated in the air, Kripa got up her nerve and whispered, "I love this song," Angad looked down at her, surprised. He quickly recovered and nodded.

"Me too," They got more comfortable as they swayed, the smooth melody having a calming affect over them. Angad couldn't stop himself and started whispering the lyrics near her ear,

"One thing I've left to do,
Discover me,
Discovering you.

One mile to every inch of,
Your skin like porcelain,
One pair of candy lips and,
Your bubblegum tongue.

Your body is a wonderland,
Your body is a wonder,
Your body is a wonderland.

Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face,
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase,
You tell me where to go and,
Though I might leave to find it,
I'll never let your head hit the bed,
Without my hand behind it."

Kripa melted in his strong arms, resting her head against his chest and she forgot everything but him and his beautiful voice. Somewhere in the back of her head she knew that this wasn't part of the plan, she wasn't supposed to succumb to his charisma.

Angad on the other hand was thrilled. She seemed to be responding to what he was doing in a positive way. He knew that the song was suggestive and hinted to quite a lot, but he really didn't mean it in a perverted way. He was scared she would slap him, and while he doubted she could actually hurt him physically, he knew that he would be extremely hurt mentally.

It was the first time in his life ever feeling like this. He wasn't sure what he felt as of now, but he knew that it wasn't just a crush anymore. He wasn't being childish and petty, wanting something he couldn't have. He actually liked this girl. Something about her drew him towards her and truthfully it fazed him. He was known as a man who always thought with his head. A man who was rich, powerful, handsome, charismatic, and cold. He had many girlfriends, many one night stands- but never, never, never had he wanted someone the way he wanted Kripa. It wasn't love, he reassured himself; Angad Khanna wasn't stupid enough to fall in love… was he?

The bubble around the two burst when they heard Suhit yell, "GROSS!" Kripa stepped out of Angad's embrace, noticing for the first time how close their bodies were. Trying not to blush, she quickly turned towards the noise and saw Suhit furiously wiping his mouth. Mishti was standing directly in front of him, frowning.

"Aw baby, don't be shy!" she said, as he continued to freak out.

"I'm not being shy, you idiot! Why the hell did you kiss me?!" he yelped. Kripa's eyes widened. Mishti kissed Suhit? Whoa, that must have been pleasant. Poor guy.

Angad, on the other hand, was amused and ecstatic. Maybe Mishti would finally leave him alone. Plus this meant that whatever was going on between Suhit and Kripa would come to a screeching halt.

"Because we're meant to be together! Don't you know honey?! Me and you, the hottest socialite and the hottest rock star. It's a match made in Page 6 heaven!"

God, how deluded was this chick? Kripa smirked. Suhit growled before replying, "I'm with Kripa, Mishti. So please, leave me alone." He stalked away from her, and stood in front of Kripa. He leaned in and whispered quickly, "I'm so sorry."

Then he planted a kiss on her mouth.

I hope the fast updating makes up for the the lengths, also this was a good length for me. I try to proofread, but I end up getting low on time so sorry for the mistakes. The kisses- I doubt any of you were expecting Suhit and Mishti to kiss. You got two kisses in this chapter, although I have a feeling itw asnt the kiss you all wanted. That kiss is coming up soon, don't worry.

Comment! I love hearing what you all thing & it makes me want to get out updates quicker.

Prakriti