Mission Impossible:(AK) Part 13, PG- 49 - Page 7

He was returning from the airport, turning his car at the curb, when suddenly someone came running and he crashed right into the person.

"****!" Horrified, he got out of the car and rushed the young lady in front of his car, bleeding. "Oh God help!" Quickly picking her up, he rushed her to the car and to the emergency room at a nearby hospital.

He was still pacing in front of the door of the ICU room when the doctors came out. "Is she okay?"

"She seems fine. You can see her."

"Thank you." He rushed inside and found the unfamiliar face laying on the bed, eyes closed, head and arm bandaged. Leg fractured. He blew out a breath and walked to her.

"Excuse me." He said and watched her eyes open to dark blue chips. "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault." Panicked to see tears brimming in her eyes, he sat down on the bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. Can I call a family member of yours here?"

"No." She rubbed her uninjured hand on her eyes, shook her head. "I don't know anyone here, I've only been here for six months. And, my boss just took my job away from me and took the house. I'm homeless and hurt now. And, someone stole my stuff while I was waiting for a taxi, before you car hit me." Tears spilled from her eyes, but they weren't fake. Every tear told her and him that she was in pain. She was, she thought wiping them away, in major physical pain at the moment. The accident was never supposed to be this major.

"Stop crying." He said, touching her arm lightly. "Can I do something for you?"

"Nothing."

He looked at her helplessly. She was there because of him, going through so many problems in her life, he could help her out. "I'm sorry about everything, Ma'am. You can stay at my place as a guest until you don't get better and find yourself another place to live and a job."

"Thank you so much!" She sniffed looking at him.

"I'll go talk to the doctors…"

"Kripa." She said with a small smile.

"Kripa. I'll go talk to the doctors." When he was gone, she closed her eyes and huffed in anger.

Later that night when Angad went home, leaving Kripa under observation, Ethan came to visit her. She was laying, unable to sleep because of the pain when he came in and instantly embraced her.

"Ethan. Dork, you're heavy like an elephant right now. Get off!"

"I'm sorry." He kissed her softly and then the heavy bruise on her cheek. "This was a stupid idea."

"Yes it was. What's the plan now?"

"You're going to have to some how convince him to let you help with his work when you are able to move. Until then keep an eye on his activities at home. Don't you dare mess things up, this is very important. I'm going now. Bye."

"Bye!" Quickly kissing him back, she watched him leave, and satisfied, closed her eyes.

He helped her into the house a few days later, on a wheel chair. "You have a lovely house, Angad." She said looking at the high ceiling and expensive artwork. The house was like a royal palace with rich reds and blues that added to the feel of the house. The painting scattered around the house were framed in dirty gold frames on white walls.

"Thank you. There are no room on the first floor, so you'll have to travel up and down from the elevator if you need to. But, I'll make sure someone is around you at all times."

"Thank you."

"Anytime. I'm hardly ever home so you won't have to see my displeasing face very often." He rolled the chair in the elevator and stood behind her.

"You make your living from that displeasing face, Angad."

"Foolish people love my face."

Kripa was confused, the man had been with her for three days now and he'd not even once attempted to touch her, more than the time he touched her arm. "You live alone?"

"Yes." He drove out the chair and lead her into a corridor with loads of doors. "My parents and sister live in Boston and they refuse to move here with me. I'm not married, nor do I have a girlfriend right now. I'm a poor, lonely soul." He sighed sarcastically. "That's my room." He said pointing the to door across corridor. "And, yours is this one. I would have given you something closer to the elevator, but the other rooms aren't in the state."

"It's okay." When he opened the door of the room, she cleared her throat so she wouldn't gasp. The place was as big as her apartment. "This is lovely."

"Glad you liked it. Do you need anything else? You should let your family know."

She simply shook her head. "That's fine. I need cloths to wear and I'm sorry, but I'm famished."

"That's fine. I'll ask one of my maids to get you catalogues and you can pick your outfits, I can't shop for you. And, one of my chiefs will come to you and you can tell them what you want." He looked at his watch. "I've got to rush. Make sure you have your medicines."

She nodded, watched him walk away. "One more thing."

"Yes."

"Could you help me on the bed?"

"Sure." He wrapped his arm around her waist. When she began to move and lost balance he looked down at her. "Put your weight on me Kripa." When she wrapped her arm around his waist and laid her weight on him, he took her hand and helped her to the bed. He fixed the pillow behind her back and under her leg. "If you need anything, just ask someone. There's an entire collection of movies and books in my library, feel free to ask someone to get you anything. I'll see you at dinner if I can get back home." Dumbfounded at his niceness, she simply nodded. When he left, she closed her eyes and thought of ways to get him in trouble. Maybe he was being nice because he was afraid she would go tell the press that he tried to kill her.

She spent the rest of the day watching movies from his library, as her brain was too tired to read. At the same time, she thought of ways to get him close to her, try and seduce him and then make it seem like he was forcing her. This stupid injury threw her entire like down the toilet.

Around eight, she found herself hungry again and picked up the cordless and asked one of the maids to attend her. When the door opened, her eyes were closed. "I want a light dinner, a soup and pasta. And lemonade."

"On its way, Madame."

She jerked her head up and opened her eyes. She sat up straighter and hurt her leg, hissed under her breath, and felt his hand on her arm for the second time.

"Relax."

"I'm sorry." She breathed in and out a few times and looked at him. "I thought it was the maid.." God, Kripa! She told herself pissed, you're not supposed to be like this. Yes, you are, said another voice. You're a nice, helpless girl, remember?

"It's okay. How was your day?" He sat down beside her and looked at her. She looked familiar, he thought trying to remember, where, if he had, seen her before.

"Boring. I'm not used to just sitting in bed all day."

"I understand. Where did you work?"

"At a newspaper firm, a very small one. I got late to work and the stupid man kicked me out." It wasn't a big lie, magazines and newspapers were almost the same thing.

"Well that's a pity. Would you like your dinner in here?"

"Honestly, no."

"I thought so. When I was small, I broke my legs and arms, trying to do a skateboard stunt over the stairs, my mom made me stay in my room for three days before I could even have dinner with my own family."

She didn't even realize when he had started to help her to her wheel chair. But being able to read his expression, she saw he missed his mother. The fool, she thought, with a mental smirk. A great actor, he was, she thought and smiled as he continued telling the story. She knew for a fact he was trying to be nice to her, so later she would tumble in bed with him without a problem or any hesitation.

Three weeks later, in the end of October, she was able to walk around more, and by now she knew exactly what his schedules regularly were. She'd talked to Ethan while he wasn't around just to let him know she was fine. Talking to Ethan, she found out Angad's assistant was on a leave because of some family emergency. It was the perfect time to ask him if she could get a job. She was capable of moving and that's really all she needed to do.

It surprised her, however, in the three weeks, the man barely ever got close to her. If he ever did, he did to help her with something. If she needed help with dressing, he never even offered to help, instead he sent in a maid. He was straight forward with her, not a bit of a flirt that some people conveyed him to be. The things published about him couldn't be completely false. Either that, or the man already had figured out who she was.

No, that couldn't be true. He would have thrown her in jail by now. But then again, he did almost kill her under his car. So maybe he knew who she was and was being nice so she couldn't write anything wrong. She also realized, he knew a reporter, as big as her, would never write something so completely false about just a huge personality without some reality behind it.

That was it, she decided and sighed, unknowingly at the dinner table four weeks after the accident.

"Anything wrong Ma'am?" Asked the maid standing beside her.

"Can you pass me the water?"

"Yes, Ma'am." She poured it for her and then put the crystal pitcher away.

"Where's Angad?"

"He'll be here in a few minutes, Ma'am. Things are hectic for him since his assistance is on leave for the next six months or so."

"Oh." Not at all hungry, she began toying with her food. Then catching herself, she placed the fork down and pushed the plate back. "I'm finished for the night. I'm going to Angad's library to get something to read."

"Alright, Ma'am."

She walked into his library for the first time and found herself amazed by the amount of books, movies, and music collection he owned. Extremely interested, she walked to his book case and browsed the titles. She found everything. Fiction and non-fiction. Biographies and autobiographies. Mystery and Romance. Classic authors to the most recent ones. Not very interested in the romance, she looked through the mysteries and pulled out a few interesting titles. Already lost in the first page, she sat down on the chair, pushed neatly behind his desk and began reading. It wasn't long until she'd already gone through the first 150 pages, and had moved to the sofa across the room. Feeling her medicines begin to work now, her head dipped down and she opened her eyes again, trying to get back into the book. Unsuccessful, her book fell in her lap and she closed her eyes falling asleep.

Angad was surprised not to find her in her room. Upon the maid telling him she was going to go to the library, he walked in to check on her. To his surprise, he found her cuddled on the sofa, the book nearly falling off her lap. Unintentionally, he smiled and tilted his head slightly just looking at her. She was definitely a beautiful creature, he thought fixing a pillow under her head minutes later and covering her with a blanket. Then, he crouched down beside her and just looked at her. She had lovely high cheekbones, with beautiful blue eyes that were thickly lashed. Her hair was cut short, a few inches under her shoulder, a wonderful light brown, that made her skin look lighter and more flawless than it already was. He noticed the light bruise on her cheek for the first time and wanted to touch it. He even picked up his hand, but she suddenly moved. He dropped his hand instantly and stood up, expecting her to open her eyes. When she went still again, he just smiled. Turning the lights off, he walked out the library, leaving the door open, slightly.

Hey guys,

Again, sorry for the delay... I wasn't feeling very well all day 🤢... Let's see... do i need to say anything? Oh yeah... this fan-fiction will be about 9-10 parts long. I hope you guys are liking it thus far...

Coming up: Kripa is able to convince Angad to give her the job as his assistant. And, she begins having doubt about her mission. 😉

Hugs and Kisses,

Neha! 😃