Badly Arranged- Last part -- pg 88 - Page 13

Kripa hadn't slept all night, as a result her eyes were heavy and demanding sleep. It wasn't like she hadn't tried but every time she had tried to lay her head down on the pillow she had only seen Angad and his forceful attempt to kiss her. She had woken up with fresh anger pulsing through veins itching to lay her hands on his neck. She doubted that she had ever been angrier in her life. No one had ever, even dared to touch her without her permission and that… imbecile had the nerve to actually try and…

She shut her eyes not wanting to think about it any longer, the more she thought, the more evil her plans got. She had actually considered taking the lamp from the bedside and smashing it on his big head while he was still asleep. But no that would be too obvious, and blood and gore wasn't Kripa's style.

That did not mean though that he was forgiven, he had messed with Kripa he would have to pay the price. She could not wait for the morning to hit, it was then that she would teach him a lesson on "how to fear Kripa". Tomorrow she promised herself would be the most horrible day for Mr. Khanna. She disgustingly looked at his figure sleeping peacefully on the bed, getting the sudden urge to smash his face into a million pieces. But there was no time for that, it was 6 already and she had certain things to get ready before Angad Khanna rose from his sleep.

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Angad opened his eyes, unusually cheerful, the clock on his bedside reading 7:30. He grinned to himself thinking about last night. It had been fun, and had helped him accomplished his goal of being in control of their husband wife relationship.

Kripa would now think a million times before challenging him again. He got down from his bed, proceeding toward the bathroom wondering where Kripa had gone off to. But before he could move another step, he tripped, falling face down to the floor. Still dazed from sleep it took him a while to realize what had happened.

He slowly got to his feet feeling his face to see weather or not anything was broken. After he was satisfied, he looked back searching the source of his fall. He found it, there was a sting tied from the bed to the wall. His eyebrows narrowed in anger, this had to be Kripa's doing, he thought to himself; no one else could think up tricks this lame. One of these days he was seriously kill her!!! He stepped inside the bathroom looking at his reflection in the mirror he needed a shave, he thought to himself, or he would end up looking like Mr. Caveman(I hope you guys know what I mean by this if you don't, then don't worry about it) in a few days.

Angad finished his shaving, managing not to cut himself even once. He put away his razor and shaving cream back in the cabinet; getting out his very favorite aftershave. He took it out, and slowly applied it, expecting for the usual soothing coolness, but as soon as the aftershave touched his skin, he let out a blood curling yell.

He angrily got out from the bathroom ready to murder the first person that he saw it was then that he noticed a note on his bed, he picked it up reading the note, 'This is just the start, honey. I am sure ur plotting my murder by not but don't stress out too much thinking about that, because you wont be able to touch me. If you dare prove me wrong.'

Angad's angrily tore the piece of paper in two crushing its pieces in both his hands. Maybe last nights kiss wasn't enough he thought to himself, maybe she needed to be punished a bit more severely. The he smiled but bitterly, with anger and hatred clear in his face. He could not bare it when people would dare challenge him, why couldn't they just accept the fact that he was far superior to them. Well Kripa would have to find this out the hard way now.