Mission Impossible:(AK) Part 13, PG- 49 - Page 24

Chapter Eleven

Kripa's eyes opened early the next morning and she found herself looking right at Angad's legs, on which his laptop was resting. She rolled towards him and hooked her arm through his.

"For how long have you been working?" She kissed his forearm in a way to tell him to stop typing.

"A few hours." He put the laptop away on the side table and pulled her up into his arms. "You should sleep more, it's only five-thirty."

"Same goes for you." She turned her face into his shirt and closed her eyes. It was to difficult for her to be able to accept that she was in love, engaged, and well, pregnant. Harder than that I was tough to accept that Angad loved her equally, if not more. She trembled once and then felt his cheek resting on her head. "Go to sleep, Angad." She struggled out of his arms and laid him down on the bed. "You'll get yourself sick." She pushed his hair back and kissed his lips. "I'll wake you up when I think you've rested enough."

"Stay here." He said pulling her into his arms. "Until I fall asleep." She fit into his arms so perfectly, he thought cuddling her. Wondering if she understood the way she fit into his arms, the way she fit into his life. Completing it. He wanted to give her everything, and he would begin in a few hours to give her that perfect life. "I love you," he mumbled drifting back into sleeping, unaware that she was already sleeping again.

She awoke again, after a few hours, in his arms this time. He was dead asleep she knew and carefully got out of bed, making sure the alarm was off. She showered under the warm mist, smiling the entire time. When she got out of the shower, she dressed watching him sleep through the mirror. She combed her hair, not realizing it was his brush, watching him sleep. Then, she looked back into the mirror and her eyes caught the diamond that sparkled in her finger. She shook her head, grinning. She turned around and walked to the bed, kissed him and walked out of the room.

It was only eight when she walked into the kitchen. The house seemed to be sleeping then, but she knew that Aaisha would be awake by now. Wanting to tell her everything, she walked across the garden that smelled roses and daises and jasmines. The snow under her feet was melting with the sun over her head. The slight breeze that was starting ruffled her slowly drying hair over her cheek. She thought about the night she'd spent with Angad and the love he'd shown her without words and just actions. He'd accepted her pregnancy when she'd cried for hours during her showers thinking he would hate her and leave her.

As she stood in front of the out house, she looked back at Angad's bedroom window. She'd been a fool to think about everything from such a negative angle.

Adi opened the door with Suraj crying in his arms. "Hi, Kripa."

"Hi. Happy birthday." She leaned over and kissed both Suraj and Adi. Then, she watched him struggle with Suraj.

"Come in."

"Thanks." She walked in and closed the door. Adi didn't look like Angad as much any more as he matured more. He was slightly shorter than Angad, his eyes were much, much darker. His voice wasn't as husky and deep as Angad's, either. He had a body that wasn't as lean as Angad's but attractive enough.

"Aaisha's in the shower. I was getting breakfast together, but this devil." Defeated with the screaming Suraj, Adi finally left him. Kripa was surprised when he scampered towards her and wrapped his arms around her legs.

"Yeah yeah." Suraj said sticking his tongue out at his son. "Where's Angad?" he asked when Kripa picked Suraj up.

"He had to work late." She told him, surprise in her tone because of the way Suraj had wrapped his arms around her neck and rested his cheek on her shoulder. "He's really upset with you, Adi."

"Yeah, well. I can't do anything about it. He's been spoiled enough. Want breakfast?"

"No. I'll wait for Angad."

He grinned at her. "Okay. Then you can come in a and help me make breakfast. I don't want Aaisha running around."

"That I can do. Did her reports come in?" She asked walking into the kitchen with him, carrying Adi.

"I am going to call the hospital later today. You can put him in the high chair."

"Okay." She set him down thinking in less than a year she would have her own little baby. Setting him down, she decided she wanted a little girl first. Subconscious, she brought her hand to her stomach. No one could tell that she had a little life growing inside her. She couldn't really even feel anything right now herself. But within a few months it would be fairly obvious that she was expecting.

"Are you there, Kripa?" He said when he realized she wasn't listening to him.

"Huh?" She dropped her hand to her side. "Yeah. Sorry, what were you saying?"

"I was asking, is Angad giving us a party?"

"Well, I'm sure I could ask you the same thing. Are you giving us a party, Adi?"

He scrambled the eggs in the pan and laughed. "I'm sure Mom has something planned already. I haven't seen her yet."

"Nor have I." She looked back at Suraj, he was busy playing with a pair of plastic keys and a lock. "What can I do?"

"Give Suraj milk and cereal before he eats the plastic keys."

Kripa laughed and found a plastic bowl. "I can see what a delight he is for you."

Adi sighed and leaned over to kiss his son. "Wired, but he is. I couldn't do without him or Aaisha anymore."

"Couldn't do what?" Aaisha asked walking into the kitchen. "Hi Kripa." She air kissed both her cheeks. "Happy birthday, Adi." And, she kissed his lips quickly.

Her sister was happy, Kripa decided with a smile.

"So what couldn't you do?" She asked looking back at Kripa and Adi.

"Nothing." He replied handing her a plate.

"Thanks. Your phone was ringing, by the way. Sit with me, Kripa." Aaisha said taking her hand.

"Where's Angad?" She asked Kripa once they were sitting outside,

"I'm sure he's up by now."

"By now?" She asked, giving Kripa a naughty look.

"For God's sake, Aaisha. He had to review some files last night."

"When did I ask?" She said with a wink.

Kripa leaned over and pulled her ear, "I'm going to hit you."

"Ow!" She rubbed her ear after Kripa left it. "Testy, aren't we?"

"Sure." She passed a hand through her hair and then smiled. "But I still have to say something."

"What?"

"Well. Angad-" Before she could continue Adi and Angad were walking into the room. She watched Angad kiss Aaisha's cheek and smiled. A few weeks ago there might have been envy, but now there was nothing. She had no reason to be insecure of what was hers. She smiled again when Angad sat down beside her and kissed her as well.

"Kripa was going to tell us something." Aaisha announced sitting back in Adi's arm, taking Suraj from him.

"Actually I was only going to tell you, Aaisha."

"Let's go Suraj we're not loved." Adi said on a sigh and laughed when Kripa threw a pillow at him. "Come on Kripa, break the ice."

She opened her mouth and closed it when Angad spoke. "Not a very hard-hitting truth, but," he laced Kripa's left hand with his and kissed it, showing off the ring. "I proposed to Kripa yesterday."

Excitement roared throughout the room as Aaisha moved beside Kripa to give her a big, long hug. "I'm sure he was working last night… with you." She whispered in her ear.

Kripa pinched her sisters arm, yet blushed, quickly, before drawing away.

"I'm happy for you guys." Aaisha said holding both Kripa and Angad's hand. "Really happy."

"Me too!" Adi said when Aaisha came back to sit beside him. "When's the lucky day?"

"Soon." Angad said. "We should get married together, Adi."

"No!" He said shaking his head. "It cuts down the amount of cake I get each year."

"Dear god!" Aaisha said poking his belly. "I'm sure in a few more years, Suraj will be able to see Santa right here in our house on Christmas Day."

"Santa!" Suraj said clapping his hands.

Kripa wrinkled her nose looking at him and absently leaned into Angad. When she felt his hand rest lightly on her stomach, her smile softened. While Adi and Aaisha got busy fussing with Suraj, she heard him whisper in her ear, "I want a daughter first."

"So do I." She whispered back, placing a hand on top of his and then giving it a light squeeze.

Angad took Kripa's hand once they left the outhouse and pulled her against him. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You needed rest."

"Well, the point was that I couldn't kiss you good-morning."

She grinned, "Well you're stuck with me forever, Angad. We have many morning yet to come." She patted his cheek.

"True. But still, how could I miss kissing you first thing in the morning?" So he brushed her hair away from her cheek and kissed her cheeks. "Did I mention how pretty you look this morning?"

"No." Her voice was breathless as he pressed his lips against her forehead.

"Did I tell you that I love you?" He pressed his lips gently to hers before she could speak. "I love you." He framed her face and kissed the corner of her mouth. "I love you," he repeated and brought her into his arms.

"I love you too." She said closing her eyes. "Angad."

"Hmm?"

"Someone is going to see us."

"So?" He kissed the top of her head. "You're my soon-to-be-wife."

Amused, she rested her chin on his chest and looked up. "When are you going to tell your family?"

"Tonight." He ran a hand through her hair to push them away from her eyes. "But before that I want to ask you something."

His face was so serious, her heart froze. Did he find out everything? She wondered looking at him.

"Do you want to tell anyone about your pregnancy?"

The blood began to circulate again and she merely blinked. "I- I don't know." Thinking she was going to faint for a second, she held his shirt tighter. "Do you?"

"I want Mom to know. If you don't want to tell anyone, I understand."

He cared about what she wanted even when it concerned his mother. The mother he loved more than anything else in this world. And, she felt like she was deceiving him by not telling him the truth. It was something he needed to know, and she was going to tell him very soon, she decided.

"If you want to tell her. They'll find out eventually." She lowered her eyes and closed them.

He framed her face and lifted it. "Are you ashamed?"

"No!" The response came automatically. "No, Angad. No." She shook her head and then looked back at him. "I wouldn't have told you to begin with if I was ashamed. I was scared, am scared." She left out a shaky laugh. "It just happened so suddenly that I was left shocked."

He walked her to a tree he had planted as a child and sat down under it with her. "Tell me what's wrong Kripa?"

"Nothing." She pressed her face into her shoulder, and held him. "I'm just nervous about everything. A few days ago I was a worried that I had nothing. Now, I'm astonished that I have everything. It's almost like a dream. Last night was like a dream, Angad. Every moment of it, right from when you told me you love me. I don't want to lose you because of my own mistakes."

"I wouldn't leave you even if you made mistakes, Kripa. It would be my own loss."

"And mine." She said and drew away from him. "We should go back now."

"In a minute." He pulled her into his lap when she began to get up and rested his chin on her shoulder. "There's something else."

"What?" She rested her cheek on his head.

"We need to meet your parents so I can formally ask them to marry you."

"Oh Angad!" With wet eyes, she lifted his face and kissed him. "And, if they say no?"

"Well then I'll marry you anyways." He wiped her eyes while she laughed. "But who can resist Angad Khanna, anyways?"

"I couldn't. You're the sweetest ever Angad." Overjoyed, she pressed her lips to his forehead and kept him close for just a few minutes before going back to the house. Maybe, she thought, just maybe, she would get everything she'd every wished for. Even if she didn't, if Angad was with her, she didn't need anything else.

Naina was in the kitchen fussing with a bottle of dressing when Angad came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Hi, Mom."

"Morning, sweetheart. Happy birthday." She turned and standing on her toes, kissed his forehead. "What do you want today?"

"Thank you. And, not much. I do need to tell you something." He took the dressing from her hand and put it aside. "I asked Kripa to marry me. Now I'm asking you: do you consent?"

She smiled with tears brimming in her eyes.

"Mom!" He took her to the sofa outside and made her sit down. "What's wrong? Do you not like her?"

"No, no." Tears and laughter, she waived her hand in the air. "I love her. It's just that it's overwhelming to hear it coming from my oldest child. I'm so happy for you, dear. What's the other news?"

"Well." He let out a long breath. "Kripa is pregnant."

Her head snapped up to look at him the moment the words came out. "Angad!" But then there was excitement in her eyes, and joy.

"Are you angry with me?"

"No." Now weeping, however, she threw her arms around her oldest son. "I don't know if I should be happy or angry with you, Angad. I don't know if I should be ashamed or proud."

"I love her." He said unsure of his mothers words.

"I know." She pressed her cheek to his. "You have no idea how long I've waited for these two things from you."

"You're being biased." He said kissing her head.

"You're my first child, love, I have a right to be." Emotions under control now, she drew away, all smiles. "Where is she?"

"Ah. Upstairs, pacing the room right now, I think. She was scared. Be gentle mother."

She caught his ear and twisted it. "I'll behave however I want to with my daughter-in-law, sir." When she left it, he was grinning at her. "I'm so happy for you Angad." She placed her head on his shoulder. "Your father is going to be shocked. Let's go see how Kripa is right now. Have you seen the doctor yet?"

"No, she just told me last night."

"What careless children I've got." She said and walked upstairs holding her son's hand.

Upstairs, Kripa had decided she was going to sit down on the bed and wait until Angad came back. But tiredness overtook her. Not before long, she was laying on her back, the blanket pulled to her feet, and fell asleep.

She was sleeping like a blooming rose bud, with cheeks that were a peachy pink, when they walked in. "She's sleeping?" Angad asked himself disappointed.

"It's just pregnancy fatigue." His mother told her. "Don't worry , but you need to take her to the doctor as soon as you can. In fact, you should as soon as she wakes up."

"I will."

"I'm going to go see Adi. Would you like to join?"

"Already saw him. I'm going to stay here for a few minutes."

"Okay." Giving his arm a pat, she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Sighing, Angad walked to the curtains and closed them so the sun rays that made her look so angelic were blocked. Then, he walked to her side and sat down. Reaching over her legs, he pulled up the blanket. He kept his desire of taking her hand in his in check, knowing she would wake-up the moment he touched her. Instead, he sat by her side and looked at her.

She turned to her side and her arm flung over his waist and he watched her eyes opened.

"Hi." He leaned over and kissed her nose. "I was just going to leave."

She made a noise and found his hand, and linked their fingers. "Stay."

He noticed that her eyes were heavy with tiredness and sleep. There was something about her that made him want to just sit with her and look at her, talk to her. He knew he was in love with her. Yet, he couldn't line up all the reasons that made her so different.

Her eyes were closed again, he noticed, but her hand, small and soft, was still holding his. He ran the back of a finger over her cheek. She had skin as soft as a baby's. Her eyes opened again, and he looked deep into them. She had eyes as blue as a cool, blue summer lake.

"You're awfully quite," she told him. "Lay down with me. Let me hold you close a few minutes Angad."

He slipped in beside her and she easily rested her head on his shoulder, her arm crossing his chest, her hand resting over his slowly beating heart.

"It's yours I own now," he whispered, taking her hand away from his heart and kissing it. "And I plan to keep it like that for every."

"I'm hoping so, myself. Are you really going to see my parents?"

"We're going to see them the day after Thanksgiving, before we fly back to New York."

"Hmmm. I don't know why I'm so tired."

"It's normal. Don't worry, we'll go to the doctor in the evening or tomorrow. I'll get an appointment."

"We can just wait till we're back in New York."

"Kripa." He tipped her head up. "I want to marry you this week, before we're back in New York. No." He pressed his finger to her lips gently before she could protest. "For you, Kripa. I don't want your name splashed all over newspapers and magazines. Media looks for gossip like this. I care for you, and I don't want you to face anything as nonsensical like this."

"I don't care." She pressed her face into his chest. "I just want to be with you, Angad. You mean more than anything else has in my life."

"That flatters me." He stroked her bare arm as he kissed her head. "I told Mom."

"Oh." She shifted slightly unsure of her reaction.

"She wanted to see you, but you were sleeping. She isn't angry, baby. She adores you."

She laughed, "That flatters me, Angad. But is she really happy?"

"She is. So am I. You haven't had breakfast, sweetheart."

"Hmmm." Her arms were tighter around him then. "Not hungry."

"Go back to sleep."

"Angad. I really want to go home."

"You are at home. Go to sleep." Then, she was sleeping again. Angad laid her on the pillow and kissed her forehead before leaving the room.

Hey guys,

Hope you guys enjoyed this part! The FF has no more than 4 parts left FOR SURE. It will be exactly for or less. Depending on how much i want to revel! Hope all of you guys who had finals as well, did good on them! i did alright!

Loads of Love,

Neha