Mission Impossible:(AK) Part 13, PG- 49 - Page 18

She pulled the wrap closer to herself as they both waited for someone to open the door, to what should be Aaisha's house. She was excited to see her. Finally, she was going to see someone from her family. As far as Aaisha having cancer was concerned, Kripa had enough money to take her to the best hospital and the best doctors, anywhere in the world. She could be saved if they tried, Kripa thought more determined than she had been before in her life, about anything.

"What are you thinking?" he asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Nothing much. You have about two weeks left here, and meeting with four fashion houses over the next few days. Then you're free until you want to leave here." She leaned over and rang the bell again. "Tell me when you want to fly back, so I can book the tickets." Almost depressed about the thought, she rubbed a hand over an arm. "If you want to stay, I would like to leave. Mom really needs to know about Aaisha. And, I need to meet her, and dad." She whispered.

"We'll go back together." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and kissed her temple. "I'm going back to Mom's place from here, Kripa, for a week or two. I promised her I would be there for thanks giving. Besides there's no point in going to New York, a few week before thanks giving."

"That's true."

He wanted to take her home with him, so she could meet his family, feel a part of a family. He knew, she wanted to go to her house, but he wanted to be with her whenever she met them.

When the door opened finally, Angad took his arm back and they both saw Aaisha, carrying Suraj. Angad looked at her, almost as if he was used to, he embraced her, careful of Suraj, tears in his eyes.

Kripa had tears in her eyes, while some of them were of happiness, some of them were only of sadness. She wiped them and embraced Aaisha once Angad left her, taking Suraj away from her.

"Kripa." She said laughing with tears in her eyes. "I can't believe it's you."

"Nor can I." She stepped back and kissed both her cheeks. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Come inside." She said with a smile and took them both inside, holding Kripa's hand. "Sit down, I just made tea." Kripa noticed that her eyes stopped on Angad, before she left.

Kripa sat down beside Angad and looked at the little boy who was sleeping in his lap. "His mouth is like you, Angad."

He let out a breath. "Like Adi's."

"Yours." She said placing a hand on his shoulder. "We can't tell her. Not when she's going through so much."

He turned his face and looked at him, covered her hand with his. "Anyone who knows you is lucky, Kripa."

Only if you knew how I was before I met you, she thought and took her hand away. "I'll help her." She looked down at Suraj and then left.

"How do you know, Angad?" Aaisha asked while the tea continued to brew.

"I'm working for him. We were in Italy for an assignment."

"It is everything you dreamed of?"

Kripa smiled at her, "it's everything I stopped imagining. It's more than I ever wanted."

"You love him a lot, don't you, Kripa?" she asked turning away from her, to the tea.

Her spine stiffened. "He doesn't love me."

She turned the lower to let the tea brew more and turned around to face her. "You didn't answer my question, Kripa."

"He doesn't like his tea to strong." She said turning away from her.

She got her answer then and with a smile across her face, she wrapped her arms around Kripa, and rested her cheek on her shoulder. "You deserve it, Kripa."

Yes I do, she thought, he doesn't deserve me.

"I didn't come here to cry, Aaisha. Come on, I'll take this outside."

"Kripa." He called her when they both heard Suraj, cry.

"You should go Aaisha. I don't know how to take care of kids."

"It's like you, Kripa."

"Very much like me."

While Aaisha was fussing over Suraj, Kripa came back with the tea and saw Angad just staring off into space, totally disinterested in the entire scene. She set the tray in front of Angad, on the table, and kneeled down, giving her knee a pat to regain his attention.

Aaisha picked up Suraj in her arms when he extended his, still crying. "Ssshhh." She rocked him in her arms and patted his back until he was quite. She turned her attention back to Kripa once she knew he was beginning to dose-off.

"I'm sorry I'm making you do this, Kripa." She said as Kripa poured a cup of tea

"It's okay. I'm used to doing my own work. Lived alone for too long. Sugar?"

"One cube," she replied and watched her drop it in. She laid Suraj down on the sofa in front of her and secured his blanket around him, picked up her steaming cup of tea. "Did you study at NYU for all of your college career?"

Kripa smiled, as she poured Angad's tea for him. "I did. I'm glad Dad let you go to school."

"Hmmm." She sipped her tea, reading her expression as she mentioned their father, over the brim of her cup.

"I don't-" Angad began before she could drop any sugar cubes in the cup, but I was to late.

"I know." She said and handed Angad. "You'll like it better with sugar. It's brewed more than you like it."

"Oh. Thanks."

She only smiled, made her own cup and sat down on her butt, looking at Aaisha. "You should have told me, Aaisha, instead of lying to me."

"I couldn't." She lowered her eyes, glanced at Suraj. "I need to tell you something, Angad."

"Huh?" His attention snapped back once he heard his name. He looked at Kripa then at Aaisha. "I'm sorry, I…" he trailed of, not waiting to lie. He was thinking about Kripa and what she felt at the moment.

"It's okay." She leaned over and covered his hand with hers, squeezed it, and left it. "I've been in touch with Adi, in the past few weeks."

He held the handle of the cup tighter then, to make sure it wouldn't slip. "Well." Insecure, he just placed it down on the table and gave her his full attention. "What did he say?"

"He told me everything. I'm sorry, Angad, I hated you all these years."

"Do you hate him now, instead of me?"

"Oh." She let out a watery laugh. "No. I couldn't. Wanted to, but couldn't." She sipped her own tea, and then put the cup down. "I wasn't expecting a response from you Angad. And, my only other bet was your family. Adi, being the best candidate. I knew, he knew everything. I was able to find his information from the alumni address book of Pepperdine. When I told him everything, he said he wanted to meet me. He's staying at a hotel right now in fact, I thought it was him when you guys rung the bell. I thought I was still in love with you, Angad, when I wrote to you a month back. But, the more time I spent with Adi I realized I had forgotten you, but couldn't accept it. Now I have."

Kripa felt like she was lying to Angad, just for her, but kept quite.

"I was really surprised when he said he wanted to take Suraj's responsibility. I was shocked to see how sorry he was." She let out another shaky, nervous breathe. "He came into my life and ruined everything, then. Now, he came back to save me from everything. I have bone marrow cancer." She said and watched his and then Kripa's face turn pale. "Yeah, that's what I looked like when the doctor told me too. I'm still in early stages, thank god. But I'd given up hope, until Adi forced me to send my reports to different doctors and medical schools around the world. Almost everyone said it was curable. We looked into a medical center in New York, and they said it was still very possible, before things get out of hand."

Kripa didn't know what to say, and nor did Angad.

"I'll be fine." She said and for the first time since they'd been there, she smiled a smile that lighted her eyes bright. "You guys tell me, what's up?"

Kripa shook her head, and brushed a tear away. "It's always been so easy for you to take everything so lightly. And, I'm a fool for barely wondering why you hadn't called or mom hadn't said anything about you."

"I'm glad you finally figured it out. That you're a fool." She said and made Angad and her laugh. "Just a minute," she said and left when the phone rang.

Angad kneeled down beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "We won't drown?" he teased as she continued brushed her tears away.

She shook her head, and then let her head fall on his chest, clung to him, and cried for just a second. "I was so sacred Angad. So, so scared."

"You know," he said rubbing her arms, "I was right there with you. Scared the hell out of me, when she said she reminded me she had cancer."

"Likewise," she said and pulled away. "You're always there." She said and patted his cheek. "I don't know how I should thank you."

"We'll figure it out later." He brushed his lips over her cheek and then took his place back on the sofa, pulling her beside him. "Come on now, smile."

As she did, Aaisha came back, stopped to see Angad's arm around Kripa's shoulder, and smiled. They looked cute together, she decided and walked back to the sofa. Satisfied to see that his arm stayed around Kripa's shoulder even then.

"Will you guys have dinner here?"

"No." Kripa said and sighed. "It's suppose to snow and I don't want us to be driving in the snow."

"Makes sense. You'll come back and visit me again?"

"Everyday till I'm here." She stood up then and sat down beside her, wrapping both her arms around her shoulder. "And, I'm going to call you everyday when I leave."

"That's good to hear. I want to talk to Angad." She said. "Alone."

"I'll go put Suraj in his crib, then." She said and picked Suraj up.

"Sure?"

"Yup." She kissed her cheek.

"Down the hall." Aaisha said behind her.

Meanwhile, Aaisha walked Angad to the door and smiled once they were there. "You guys look made for each other."

"What?" He looked at her. When she smiled, he did the same. "It's nothing-"

"Oh no, you don't." She said and punched his arm lightly. "Just they way you understand each other, in what I've seen so far, anyone can tell you guys are so much in love. She's a good girl, Angad."

"Yes." He said and smiled. "Yes, she is." Subconsciously, he placed a hand on his heart.

When she laughed he dropped his hand and looked back at her.

"Answer my question, honestly." At that moment Kripa walked back into the room, looked at them and heard Angad ask her: "are you in love with Adi?"

Aaisha bit her lip, nodded her head.

"Is he? In love with you? Rather, he has been for a few years now. The real question is, has he told you yet?"

She shook her head this time. Twisted her lips, "I don't know."

"Hmmm." He laughed at her face and took her hand, rubbed it with both of his. "He'll tell you the moment he figures it out."

"I know. I just hope my transplant goes well after Thanksgiving. I'm scared."

"We'll be there." He said as Kripa stepped in beside him. "You can live with us when you're in New York. In fact, just so you aren't alone, why don't you go home with Adi for thanksgiving?"

"I couldn't." She shook her head. "It would all be awkward for me and for your family. It's not very…" she waived her hands in the air for a word, "traditional, I guess, for me to be living in your house, with Suraj. While everyone knows Adi…" she trailed off, sighed.

"We'll figure it out. Give Adi and anyone else who needs it, a pull to their ears."

"You won't-"

"Of course I will." He slapped her hand down. "But I'm sure Adi will take care of it. I'll ring him up."

She opened her mouth, closed it when he spoke again.

"I won't tell him anything."

"I'll make sure he doesn't." Kripa said patting Angad's arm.

"Thank you. You guys get going now." She hugged them both and let them go. And, sighed standing at the door, as she watched Angad take Kripa's hand, as he talked. She had everything, Kripa did, Aaliya thought, as they walked away, hands linked tightly, towards there car. Only if she could have the person she loved this time around.

"She's going to be happy." Kripa said as she leaned against Angad in the car. "If your brother makes her unhappy, I'm going to chew him up and then spit him out without a regret."

"Hmmm." As they approached a red light, he looked at her. "Make sure it's Adi, not Angad, who you chew-up and spit-out, without a regret."

"Uh-huh. What do you want for dinner?"

"Why?"

"That's fine, you can sleep hungry."

"No." He turned into the highway as it began to sprinkle. "I meant, you'll cook for me?"

"I'll cook for myself, Angad, you can join me if you like my taste. I cook well, but it depends on you if you like what I cook."

"Sure. You're going to come home with me?"

Oh, how she wanted to say, yes. "I… I'll stay back."

He frowned, but she didn't notice. "Who do you normally spend thanksgiving with?"

"Alone. Most of my friends go back to their families for the week." And, I've never felt the need to be with someone before, she thought.

"That's sad. Makes me sad just thinking about it. You should be able to spend the time with a family." With me, in fact.

"It's fine, really."

"Fine. What are you going to do the entire weekend, alone? A week, actually. Two maybe." He said calculating his plans.

"I don't know. Pig out, like everyone else. Empty your kitchen out." Miss you horribly. Even thinking about nothing seeing for an entire day made her stomach tighten.

"You sisters are so alike," he mumbled under his breathe.

"I heard that." She said and gave his arm a light swat. "I would love to go, Angad. But wouldn't your family feel awkward? I mean, you bringing me along?"

"No. They wouldn't." They were already home, he thought, pulling into the driveway. Time flew quickly with her. "You're coming," he ordered finally.

"I was just about to say yes," she said and got out of the car after he was a few steps ahead of her. "I love you, Angad" she whispered, watching him walk closer and closer to the door, the rain falling on them both every so lightly.

He stopped, swore he heard her say the words, and turned. Her heart leaped in the way he looked at her. It was everything she could have ever wanted to see in his eyes for her.

I'm mistaken, she thought, and walked towards the house, towards him. As she walked past him, he took her wrist and pulled her back. Before she could look at him, say anything, do anything, his mouth was on hers. Just as patient and sweet and loving it had been last time. The kiss defined him as a person, she thought closing her eyes to

The rain fell a little faster, yet more blissful that it had ever before over Kripa as she ran her hands up his chest and framed his face. She felt everything she knew she'd never felt in her life before. Love. Passion. Compassion. She could think and think only of him as he gave her shoulder a rub, her lips the heat in the cold rain.

Last time he'd kissed her it was her comparing his kiss with the ones Ethan gave him, this time she didn't dare do that. She loved the man who was standing holding her face, caressing her back, her lips against his own. And, she would savor and keep with her for the rest of her life.

She felt like she was floating without any gear. She'd kissed and had been kissed, so many times before in her life. But none of those had ever, absolutely ever, turned her inside out, body and soul. This was special.

When she couldn't take her own heart melting through her body, going right through her to him, she clamped her hands on his shoulder for balance. She felt like she was melting in a hot puddle of love and lust, in the cold night, melting from his arms.

"Go away." He told her, shocking her. Ruining the perfect moment by harshly pulling he out of heaven.

"Huh?" He'd shocked her so much by pushing her away so abruptly, he saw it.

"Go away." He repeated, his eyes drilling into hers. He nudged her back, away from him. He just turned around, and she understood exactly why he'd pushed her away. He was under the same luscious pressure she was suffering through. Anyone else would have taken advantage of having her so weak, so close to him, so lost in him. But he didn't. She lifted her head and looked into the sky when the lightning rolled and rumbled over her like music. She was to afraid, to self-doubting, to tell him she was so dearly in love with him. And, she decided, walking to him, taking his hand and pressing her lips to his palm, if he was in love with her, he would tell her after tonight.

They walked back into the house, silently. When he reached for the lights she simply placed a hand on his cheek, turned his face and laid her lips on his. If he wasn't going to, she was going to seduce him into seducing her.

"Kripa I don't…" he began but stopped when she kissed him again, a little more hurried this time, more possessive, more greedy.

When she knew she'd made him weak, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kept him only a breath away from her she rubbed her thumb against the back of neck. "Make love with me."

He lost his ability to think. And, he only felt as she kissed him, standing on her toes, around his face, with light, loving kisses.

He scooped her into his arms and carried her upstairs, as she continued kissed him against his jaw and down his neck. It was hard for him to decide, as he laid her down on the bed of his room, and walked away to light the fire, from where and how, he found the strength to carry her, when he'd felt so light and weak himself. He crouched down and adjusted the fire.

Then, he sat down beside her and leaned down to kiss her forehead, and then her cheeks. She was shivering, he realized as he drew her cold and wet cloths away from her body, not out of cold, but maybe, hopefully not, of fear.

He wanted to tell her that he loved her. That, he was a just in want of a physical relationship with her, but it was only love that had brought him here. He hoped and prayed as he found her mouth again, that he would be able to do that without saying the words. He feared, and his hands stopped for just a minute, before touching her again, that if he gave her words, she might think it was just to keep her here.

She knew it was so much more than just lust that was between them then as she peeled the heavy shirt away from his skin, damp from the rain. Before she could touch him, he took her hand and kissed it, linked with his, and pressed it against his heart.

"You still make my heartbeat go faster, Kripa." And, he leaned down to pressed his lips to her heart.

She wanted to blubber, and brought her free hand to his back and clung. His body was warm against hers, despite the cold rain that had touched him just moments ago. And, it was so strong, yet not at all heavy over hers.

His hands were slightly rough, and just as strong as they look as they stroked over her at various times, at various places, to arouse. Not a single part of her could believed that she was lying with a man who she loved with all her heart. The only she would leave everything for just to give. The only man she would give herself up to, to give.

He turned his face to hers and kissed her forehead, and felt her nails bite into his back, as he took her.

"You warm?" he mumbled against her ear, still holding her close and tight, almost fifteen minutes later.

"Hmmm." She felt like she was still floating and wished she could feel that way for the rest of her life.

"You okay?"

In reply, she just rubbed her lips to his shoulder and stroked his back.

"Hungry?" he asked just to hear an actual response this time. He wanted to hear her lovely voice talk to him.

"A little."

Her voice was heavy with sleep, and made him lift himself to look at her. Her eyes were closed, fluttering a little. He knew she was falling asleep. "Give me a second." He rolled over her and grabbed his robe, wrapped it around him and then walked to his closet, pulled out a shirt and then walked back to her. It surprised her a little when he tugged it over her head and then pulled the blanket closer to her. "Two minutes." He leaned down, kissed her lips, and kept them there for just a few seconds and left.

Hey,

here's the next part as i promised. I'll post the next part on either friday or saturday. Not sure when which day... just check! I'm sorry that i cant cont more often, but i just dont have the time. i dont get back home till 5 everday. 😭 Talk to you guys later,

Neha

P.S. I'll start my fan-fiction around valentines day! 😉