Mission Impossible:(AK) Part 13, PG- 49 - Page 9

Chapter Three

The next morning, she sat down on the breakfast table, slightly embarrassed. "Morning, Kripa." He greeted, passing her the basket of bread. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you for the pillow and blanket."

"I didn't do that." He watched her eyes lift and looked at him shocked. "Just kidding, I did. I didn't want to wake you up."

"Thank you, anyways. I had to ask you something." When he simply nodded she continued. "I heard your assistant is on a leave."

"Yes."

"I need a job, Angad. Can I replace her until she gets back? I'll find myself a new job by then and be out of her."

"If you think you can do that."

"Of course I can."

He lifted a brow at the hint of temper and frustration he heard in her voice and saw in her eyes. "Okay then. You know what you need to do?"

"Dates, pretty much, right?"

"Yup, you have to travel with me for the most part. Can you do that?"

"I can, I'm sure I can in fact."

"Salary?"

"I don't care."

"Okay. You're on from today then. I have to leave for a shoot in two, would you like to accompany."

"I would."

"Great."

"But can I go to my doctor before that? I lost my eye glasses, I need them."

"You have two hours."

"Thank you." Quickly finishing her breakfast, she left the table. This was the perfect time to go see Ethan.

She walked into Ethan's cabin and saw delight on his face, and in the way he kissed her. "How's everything?"

"Good."

"Feeling better?"

"Slightly. I wanted to come see you. I've got the job, I'll be traveling with him everywhere. And, here's my plan. We have to defame him in some manner."

"What's in your mind?"

"Nothing yet." She said with a shrug.

"I have something in mind then." He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear.

After seeing him, she went to her apartment and got the glasses and went back to Angad's house.

Tonight was going to be lots of fun, she decided with a smirk.

"It wasn't all that bad." Kripa shrugged looking at Angad after his tiring two hours shoot.

"Like you'd know."

Kripa rolled her eyes, looked out the window. Of course she knew! She had been a part of these shoots, more important ones, before in her life. Longer ones. More hectic ones.

When he said not another word, for the next few minutes, she looked back at him. His head was resting against the window and his eyes were lightly closed. He looked so tired, she thought, and was surprised by the rush of pity that fell over her.

Instantly, she pushed the thought aside completely and told herself to concentrate of the mission she was sent here for. She was to expose this man, and that was going to begin tonight.

"You're going to dine with me tonight?" He asked suddenly.

"Yes, of course. The dinner is important to you. I'll be there with you, as your assistant. There is a slight problem."

"That is?" He asked shifting in his seat impatiently. There was something about her.

"I have nothing to wear."

"It has been arranged, Kripa. Lets just hope it fits."

A little shocked, she simply nodded, and looked back out the window. She was rich, not as rich as him, but rich enough. She had never sat in a car this lavish. More than often, she found herself in trains and dirty cabs. Living like this, for the next… God knew how long.

She sat down on the bed and closed her eyes, their next issue was out, and the rating had been disgusting. Their next one came out in two days. She was already behind because of this unplanned accident she'd met with. She walked to the laptop, on the desk across the room, and went to her e-mail account. There she checked the list of magazine rating for this circulation and found hers to be number six. Angry, she slammed the screen on the laptop and sat in the armchair, extremely upset and depressed, for the next thirty minutes.

Angad was waiting for his "assistant" downstairs sipping on a glass of wine, while flipping thought channels. When he found nothing worth watching, he simply turned the T.V. off and, leaving the glass on table, turned. From the stairs across him, he saw Kripa walk up, walking faster than she needed to, finishing wearing her earring in her left ear. But that wasn't the point.

Angad blinked once, then again. When nothing changed and she continued walking towards him, with a smile on her face, he almost tripped, standing still, on his own feet. She was gorgeous. And, he was shocked he'd not noticed until know. She was wearing a champagne colored glittering dress that exposed her front and back. There was a long cut on the left side of the dress, exposing her sexy long leg. He looked back at her face, concentrated. Her blue eyes were sparking with humor. Her hair fell slightly below her shoulders, feathering in different directions, showing off the rest of her long, slender back. He watched her run a hand through the front of her hair, and lift an eyebrow at him.

He lowered his eyes at that moment and picked up the jacket of his suit from the chair. When he turned back, she was standing in front of him.

Now that she was so close, he saw the light brown liner she was wearing around her eyes, it was smudged on purpose, blending beautifully into the gold eyes shadow she was wearing. When she tucked the right side of her hair behind her ear, the long gold chandeliers were exposed. She was wear nothing more than skin around her neck.

When she spanned in front of his nose, he came out of his daze again. "Shall we go?" She asked.

"Yeah." She walked away from him towards the door. "Kripa."

She turned quick, but graceful, and smiled at him. "Yes?"

"You should tie your hair up." He saw the surprised on her face as she ran a hand over her hair. "I'm sorry, it was just a thought. You'd just be able to show the earring a little more, and, it'll just look better since you aren't wearing a necklace."

She smiled and watched him roll his eyes and then wave his hand on the air, flustered.

"I'm sorry. I'm babbling, I'll see you in the car."

He walked, no she thought with a wicked smile, he rushed past her, without any eye contact. As she followed him calmly, she looked at herself in the one of the tall mirrors and scooped her hair up with one hand, looked at herself for a few seconds and smiled. The man had fashion sense, she thought rushing up to her room again to find a matching clip.

He was sitting in drivers seat when she got outside. Awkward, she thought sitting beside him, without eye contact, he was driving himself to a dinner party as big as this one?

"Sorry I just…" she just touched her hair and looked straight again. "We can leave."

"I was waiting for your permission, Your Highness." For the first time since he'd known her, he saw color rush to her cheek.

The only twist was, to him what seemed like a blush or an embracing moment, was actually anger rushing to her face.

She'd listened to his advice, he thought adjusting his mirrors, she looked finished with her hair twisted up, held by something that looked like a fancy chopstick, with one pointy end, and one decorated end. Her hair had so many layers that, some of her hair fell out of the twist, lazily, kissing her cheek, only making her look more exquisite than she was already looking.

When they entered the large dinner All American Reject's popular song Dirty Little Secrets, was blasting through the halls. She noticed how so many people at ones rushed to him, pushing her away from him.

Angry, she crossed her arms at her chest. Of course he enjoyed all this, why would he be bothered with her being pushed away. She wouldn't be if she was as famous as him. While she was busy brooding, someone's hand touched her, tightened on one wrist. She looked down at the hand, let it go so the strong one was able to hold it, and then looked up to see Angad pushing his way out, towards her.

"I'm so sorry." He said leaning down to her ear. "I didn't mean to just leave you like this."

She turned her face slightly and looked up at him, a part of her, unknowingly, without wanting, melted. She pacified herself by telling herself, this was more than likely what he did with any other lady, before she could be melted away by his amiability.

But the part of her she had berried within her long ago, when her father threw her out, when no one cared for her, when no one wanted to accept her as anything, opened up again and whispered, "he's what you ones wanted." She downed her entire glass of wine and forced the part of her to be locked away again.

"I'm Kripa Kapoor, and very soon will become the name everyone will take with respect." She reminded herself to make sure she wouldn't wander from her mission.

"Yes it will."

Kripa turned around and saw Ethan in front of her. A wide smile crossed her lips, then sank before completing. He took her hand and pulled her away. As he did, Kripa turned to look at Angad to make sure he hadn't seen anything.

Outside, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. "I miss you, baby."

"So do I." She looked up at him. "Angad's going out of state for three days tomorrow, I have to be with him."

"I know." He leaned down to kiss her again.

"Ethan please." She pushed him away, gently. "I'm not in the mood, and if someone sees up it will a huge problem. I have to be with Angad anyways."

When she began to walk away, he took her hand and pulled her back. "I hope you're not going to cheat on me, Kripa, for him. I mean he's better than me. Richer,." He said and saw fury in her eyes with a sheen layer of wetness.

"I don't get into bed with people for their money. I'm not that cheap. I would have stripped for a crowd every night, danced on a pole naked, if I was. I would have tumbled into bed with you by now, my boyfriend for nearly a year now, if I was that cheap."

"I didn't mean that. Kripa. I love you."

She looked away from him, counted till ten and looked back at him. "I know." Leaning over, she kissed his cheek. "I love you too. I want this to be over, Ethan."

"So do I."

For the first time she was expecting him to embrace and understand, but he kissed again. She accepted with a open heart. Yes, there was a time when she was excited to be his girlfriend because it was a way for a better position, but somewhere along the line, she began to fall deeper and deeper. And now, she was close to the thing she was running away from.

Love.

She walked back unto the part, and plastered a smile of her face. When she saw Angad, she simply walked to him.

"There you are." He said relieved, rushing towards her. "Where were you?"

"I… in the ladies room."

He noticed the look in her eyes. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine."

"Would like to go home?"

"No, Angad." She took a deep breathe to control her temper. "I'm fine."

He slipped both his hands in his pocket to keep himself from touching her. "Alright. Why don't we sit down and have dinner."

"We can do that." He escorted her to his table and sat down with her beside him, while a few other people joined him. After there, not-so-delightful-dinner, while Angad just chatted with a few people, Kripa began to wonder why hadn't something happened by now. Ethan had planned for everything and nothing had happened, yet.

"You haven't asked anyone to dance yet." The lady sitting across him pointed out looking at Kripa, and gained her attention. "Normally, you've danced with every lady in the room by dinner time."

So he was a jerk, Kripa thought with a polite smile.

"Oh please." Angad said resting his glass on the table and looking at Kripa. "I've just not been in the mood."

"Then you better be now, because I want this dance with you, handsome." The lady sitting in front of him said and held her hand out.

"Of course, I'd love to." With a casual shrug, he took her hand and led her to the dance floor, amid many other couples.

Kripa watched him sipping her wine, and noticed for the second time, how tall the man actually was. He had a firm face with sharp features. His eyes were a mixture of brown, light and dark and green, with just a touch of fiery gold, that stood out, like red on black, when he laughed openly, as he was now. Despite the fact he spent so much time shooting inside, he'd some how managed a real tan that made him look so much more handsome.

Even he was a Casanova, she thought as the dance ended and another lady asked him for a dance, he had a right to be as long as he wasn't hurting anyone. Everyone knew he was rich and famous, his life was like an open book in front of everyone, falling in love with him would be your mistake. So what was the harm in being the charming Casanova he was?

But for her, this charming Casanova, who was swiftly moving from one dance partner to another, was her key to success.

But the same charmer surprised her after the third dance finished, by taking her hand and, anything but, pushing her to the dance floor.

"You have your legs back," he told her placing a hand on his waist. "Enjoy having them back."

She had to smile at the humor that lit his eyes, and lightened her heavy mood. "You're right. You seem to be quite a charmer." She told him placing a hand on his shoulder and taking a step closer, with her hand in his.

"Well, since the media has given me the wonder image of a Casanova, I don't mind using it."

"Agreed. But don't you think it could hurt someone?"

"If you have the power of getting yourself hurt by a established Casanova, you've got to be foolish."

"Right you are, again."

He bowed his head slightly, "Like always." When she just laughed, touching her head lightly to his chest, he had to smile. Something was bothering her deep within, he knew, but he just couldn't figure out what. "You look much better when you smile, Kripa."

She looked up at him and although the smile of her lips disappeared slightly, the twinkle in her eyes stayed. She simply pressed her face lighting into his shoulder and finished the dance.

When they were leaving the dinner, as Angad was saying good byes to the last few people, she heard someone scream across the room. Her head turned, and like she expected, so did Angad's and her operation began as he rushed towards the, what seemed like, couple.

Hey guys,

I hope you enjoyed the part... I post the next part tomorrow.

Loads of love,

Neha 😛