The Devil Wears Armani
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"Okay…so. I'm just gonna, uh, go, uh..." Suhit looked around nervously, scratching his neck. Then abruptly he strode out with a parting, "Peace, guys". As the door slammed shut behind him, Kripa and Angad stood in the crowded makeup trailer staring at each other.
"Why?"
Kripa gulped. Those three letters held so much weight. She didn't know what to say. Unfortunately she realized that Angad was unyielding- he kept staring at her waiting for her answer. "Because." She said.
"Because what?"
"I don't know Angad. I don't know anything anymore. I don't know why I took this freaking job, I don't know why I came here with you, I don't know why I started to sympathize with you, and I sure as hell don't know why I fell in love with you!" Kripa exclaimed. The minute she realized what she had just blurted out, her hand flew to her mouth and her eyes went wide.
Angad's own eyes were wide, his breath shallow. In a weird and twisted way she had said she loved him. He smirked and walked forward. This would be easier than he had thought. "Well," he began, "I think you took the job because you needed one, you came here because you're not the type of girl to back down from anything and you sure as didn't want to back down from the unspoken challenge I set out," at this Kripa started to smile, "you started to sympathize with me because I'm just so damn loveable," he smiled as Kripa scoffed, "and you fell in love with me just like…like I fell in love with you."
Kripa gasped and brought her head to look at him. He was much, much closer than she had anticipated. Before she could truly grasp the true meaning of his words he was kissing her. Well, it wasn't really a kiss; it was more like a peck. His lips were soft and seemed to fit perfectly around hers. And his scent… the man smelled freaking good. But just as abruptly as it started, it stopped. They stared at each other, him because he wanted to see her reaction, and her because her brain was still trying to comprehend everything.
And just like that, it hit Kripa. He was in love with her. She was in love with him. He kissed her. And- she didn't pull away.
"Kripa?" he asked his voice small. She merely stared at him in disbelief. All of sudden she lunged at him, grabbing his face and planting her lips on his, kissing him with all her might. It took him a few seconds to respond, but once he did they both just went at it like animals.
"I don't care" Kripa declared the minute they let go. Angad stopped kissing her neck and looked up with questioning eyes.
"About?"
"Tabloids. If people think I'm a gold-digger. Or about your skanks," she said, smiling cheekily. Angad let her go and looked at her with his infamous smirk.
"My skanks?"
"Yeppp. Those leggy blondes who hang all over you?"
Angad shook his head and started to say something. But before he could get a word out, Kripa's lips were back on his. "I," Kripa said between a kiss, "don't care anymore. So spare me any explanations."
He looked her dead in the eye. "I wasn't going to offer any."
"Good."
"Good".
Laughing, Angad kissed her again. Unfortunately the director chose that opportune moment to enter the trailer. "OH!" he exclaimed, taken aback. "Uh, well, I just came to tell you that the sets ready..." he stuttered. Angad glared at him, his mask quickly back in place. Kripa laughed, swatting him lightly. Turning to the petrified director, she quickly told him they'd be right out.
"Acted like a true assistant Ms. Sharma." Angad said. Kripa winced.
"Speaking of which, I guess I should give you my two weeks' notice."
"Why?" Angad questioned, his eyebrows furrowed. Kripa smoothed them out with her thumb.
"Because. I can't possibly be your assistant anymore, Khanna. What are people going to say?" Angad scoffed.
"Please. Since when do I care what people think?" he stopped. "Actually, why would I? I'm Angad f'ing Khanna for god sake." He grinned cheekily at Kripa's expression. "Plus, this way you get to go wherever I have to,"
"Pft, who said I want to?" Kripa smiled.
"Okay fine. But then who's going to watch the 'skanks' you mentioned?" Kripa growled.
"Don't get cheeky, Khanna." He smiled wide, showing his perfect teeth.
"Wouldn't think about it, Sharma."
2 Years Later
"And just like a typical clich, the story ends- or begins- however you want to see, with a happy ever after. " Suhit stated, his champagne class still raised, "I just wanted to say that we all love the newlyweds, even though Angad's the devil and Kripa's a bossy little lass," he winked at Kripa's evil glare, "and we wish you a happy married life filled with a sh*tload of Armani." He sat down as applause and laughter filled the large dining hall. He surveyed the scene happily.
Angad and Kripa were finally married, after two years of dating. Everyone had thought they wouldn't last- they were just so similar- but they beat the odds. Suhit personally couldn't have been happier for them. His friendship with Angad had grown stronger, a lot stronger, over the years and now he was the best man for their wedding.
Armani had made him their newest poster boy, and his music career was still going strong. Life was good for him and his two best friends. The only problem was that he wanted someone of his own. He wanted his Kripa. Unlike what the tabloids always thought, he didn't have feelings for Kripa that weren't strictly platonic, he just wanted a girl like her to be his life partner.
And knowing Kripa, it wouldn't be long before she personally made sure he was hitched. He laughed as he watched Kripa and Angad dance, arguing about the song choice. Within a few minutes they were making out passionately on the dance floor.
Shaking his head he called out, "Get a room!" Angad and Kripa disengaged and look at him, smirking.
"For the first time I have to agree with you," Angad said, as he hoisted Kripa up in his arms and hightailed it out of the reception hall. The guests laughed, happy to see Angad's naughty side finally out in play. They could hear Kripa reprimand him about how he should be careful with carrying her as he has a big photo shoot tomorrow and he couldn't possibly reschedule…
"That one's going to be his assistant even when he's in the grave," Georgio Armani stated, shaking his head good-naturedly.
"Don't you know?" Suhit started, "He's the devil. He's never going to be in the grave!" As the crowd once again erupted in laughter, Suhit smirked. All's well that ends well.
I despise the ending. Bah. But whatever, its done. So yay! No more worrying about this. It's finalllllllllllllllllllly up- IF wouldn't let me log on regardless of what computer I used. It was driving me nuts. And it wasn't the cookies apparently. I don't know. But its fixes so here's the long awaited ending. Don't kill me😉 ahah. Okay be sure to let me know what you thought about the ending and the story as a whole- any suggestions for improvement would be lovely. Thanks for reading!
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