Playboy Prince: Last part Pg.103--- 6/25 - Page 5

Originally posted by: neha9

more than one Neha in this world. Who said that Neha was me??😉

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Originally posted by: neha9

more than one Neha in this world. Who said that Neha was me??😉

No one can win u 🤣....

Btw i don't think we'll have to bear another Neha in the story 😆...j/k..😉

ooooh god neha... tht was awesome... u just ve to continue.. n kripa has to live !!! n get married to angad!!! plz!!!

whoz going to be the poor yet beautiful girl?? cant be kripa can it ?? As she is going to WIN angads love.. but he loves kripa.. so she can not be kripa... oh gosh... this suspense is killing..

Chapter Two

He chose to dine, formally, with the members of parliament later that night. His previous plans had been to go partying with his friends. But, he wasn't in the mood for that so he'd gone instead of Bennett, it was more proper anyway.

The problem remained, he couldn't pay attention. Any at all. The formal meeting was over and now it was just a dinner. Beside him was sitting the defense ministers young daughter, trying to flirt with him. He could feel her long red nail, matching her dress, moving in circles against his thigh. Had it been another night, it would have been enough to arouse him. But, not tonight.

He smiled at her, politely, royally. "Excuse me." He stood up, tossing the napkin on the table. When he turned, he crashed into a waitress and the glasses of liquor fell.

"Crap." He looked down as the lady bend over to pick up the glasses.

"We're so sorry, Your Highness." The manager was there and yelling at the girl who'd done the deed.

"It's okay." Before he could look at the girl, or tell her was no big deal, she was walking away. He stood for a few moments, people fussing over him, before he went after her.

She was sitting behind the restaurant, over barrels, her head lowered in his hands, crying, when he found her. She only saw the shoes, and didn't bother to look up. "I don't want to see you, Alex."

He lifted an eyebrow, Alex was his middle name, after her mother's father. And, no one called him Alex. Not a waitress, anyway.

"Well."

She looked up at him then, as she stood; fumbling into a curtsy. "Your highness. I'm sorry, I thought you were Alex."

He crushed his hands into his pockets. "My middle name is Alex. Alexander, what difference does it make?" She wasn't looking at him, her head was bowed in respect. "Did you get fired?"

She nodded.

"Well, that's a pity. It was my fault, I didn't look."

"It wasn't, no." Her voice was soft, a whisper. She expected him to leave, but he stayed there. She didn't dare to look up his way. This was the ruler of the country she currently lived in.

"What's your name?"

"Ah."

He lifted a brow again. Was he that intimidating? He glanced at her name tag on her shirt, "Melanie Wade."

She looked up at him, and he at her. Her looks struck him. She had the soft brown eyes, that were red and wet with the tears. "You're not British, are you?"

She shook her head. "In a sense."

He frowned. She was a sad little girl. "I'm sorry you got fired because of me." She bowed her head again. And, something hit him, hard. "Would you like to work for me?"

She looked up and then down again.

She wasn't going to tell him right away, he took out a pen and grabbed her hand. It went cold and absolutely still in his. Gave him a sense of pride. "I don't carry business cards with me, here's my number." On her palm, he singed his name and under it wrote his cell phone number. "I need you for this job, Melanie. Please give me a call, I'll meet you where you want me to." He placed a finger under her chin to lift it. "You shouldn't cry. Your eyes…" he left the comment hanging. "Give me a call." A moment later, he added, "please."

Shocked, she watched his amble away. She glanced down at her hand and closed it.

Angad was, like royalty would every morning, was sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. He was ready to turn to the Sunday comics when a maid walked in. She curtsied, his cell phone in her hand. "Lady Melanie Wade is on the phone."

"Oh! You can go," he instructed taking the phone. "Hello."

"Your Highness, good morning. I'm sorry to bother you on a Sunday morning." He grinned as she continued rambling with apologies about the event three days ago and followed more protocol. He was sure that she had even stood up and taken a curtsy when he had said, hello! He shook his head. She was just what he needed.

"Miss. Wade." He interrupted. "Have you agreed to take the job?"

"Ah. Well. I would like to know what the job is."

"That would be nice. How about lunch in a few hours?"

She was baffled. "Well."

"I'm going to take it as a yes as I'm not going to take a no. I will pick you up."

"My address."

"I have it. See you in a little bit Miss. Wade."

"Yes, Your Highness."

He slipped the phone in his pocket and walked to the shelf with all his pictures. "I'm sorry, Kripa." He picked up the frame and kissed her. "I have to do this." Before any form of regret could wash over him to change his mind, he placed the frame back and left to change. He'd meet Melanie Wade as a normal man today. She would have to trust him first. And, he wasn't going to be upset or irritated if she refused to play the role of his wife for sometime. He walked into his closet and turned the light on. Currently, he was dressed in black slacks and a white dress shirt. He pushed the door of the compartment that had all his casual cloths and picked a pair dark blue, fitted shirt and low-rise jeans.

He looked at himself in the mirror, satisfied.

Hours later, he rang the bell and then stepped back. When it opened, she was standing in front of him like a water washed mermaid. Now that she was more than a shadow, and he could see her, he noticed everything he hadn't before. Her hair was a dazzling chestnut and long, falling down over her hips, damp from a shower she'd just taken. She wasn't very tall, five-four, five-five, maybe. And, she was dipping into a curtsy. "Your Highness."

"Miss. Wade." He took her hand and brushed his lips over her knuckles. It was a matter of protocol and they both knew it. Nothing in the small gesture moved him. But, she had trembled. And, he hadn't noticed it.

"Come in. I'll be only a minute." She was still soft spoken, perhaps always would be. So unlike his Kripa. She was always loud and rude, in a lovely way. He glanced the small living room. It had a sofa, no love seats, just one sofa. A coffee table, and a T.V. But the place was tidy. There were no pictures on the walls. He wanted to walk around, but knew better. He'd get a chance to know this woman if things worked out.

The floor was tile, and therefore, the click of her small heels let him know she was back in the room. He turned and looked at her. She'd tied up her hair at the base of her neck, ears covered. A light jacket had covered the arms that were covered with her dark hair moment ago. She was thin, to thin, sick thin even, he decided.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

She nodded. He walked out. He watched her lock the door and double check to see if it was locked. Then, he took the keys from her and slipped it into his pocket.

"I hope you don't mind if we have lunch in my office?" He asked her when they were driving.

"No." Her hands were neatly folded in her lap.

He waited for her to say something, ask something. But when the only thing he heard was the C.D. that always played in his car he knew she wouldn't.

She looked at the office that she had only heard of moment later. He handed the keys to someone and took her into the office. She felt left out of place. There were women in tidy dresses, and here she was dressed in a cheap brown skirt and a light jacket.

"I've already ordered lunch. I hope you'll like my choice." He opened the door of his office and they walked inside.

Antique and masculine. There wasn't any fussing in the room. The floor was a burgundy wood, matching with the Queen Anne desk. On the other side of the room, there was a sofa that looked like something you would find in the house of Louis IVX. In front of it was a antique little table. On the left of it was a small bar.

"Would you like a drink? Wine?"

"Please. Thank you." She'd deal with the aftershock of it later.

He smiled and walked to the bar. He poured bubbly wine in two glasses and handed one to her.

"Thank you."

"Why don't you sit down and I'll tell you want I need from you."

"Yes."

But rules said she couldn't sit until he did. And, he knew her a little now, so he walked and sat down first. "Sit down." He said mildly.

"Yes." She carefully placed the glass on the table in front of her. She didn't look at him.

"I have a small problem, Miss. Wade." He had to be formal until he got this down. She had such a pretty name and he had rather called her Melly or just Melanie, instead of Miss. Wade. God, it made her sound so old when she was such a young little thing.

"I would be glad to help, Your Highness."

And, he hated when she called him that, "Your Highness," "His Highness." But he let it slide for now. Later, he'd tell her not to call him that, but Angad. Or Alex, if she preferred. But not that formal title he hated. "I would like you to marry me." There! It was done. She looked at him like he was a madman and it made him smile like crazy. "That's the job, but there's more to it. My parents want me to get married, but I'm in love with someone else. If I don't present a lady whom I'd like to marry in, twenty six days, they'll get me married to someone of their choice." He waited a moment to see if she had anything to say. She was quite. He continued. "I need someone who will marry me, and then leave me without a fuss when it's clear things aren't working out. Would you like to help me?"

She was quite a moment then looked at him, then back at her hands. "I know it's not my business but why don't you marry who you love?"

"It's a long, complicated story."

She nodded. "I don't know." She said with all her honestly.

"Why not? Look at me." He demanded. When she did, he smiled because there as a frightened look in her face. He moved and placed a hand over hers. "I need this, if it's not you it will be someone else. But, I don't know why, I think I can trust you. You'll get the amount you want, Miss. Wade."

She considered it. "If someone finds out?"

He took his hand back. "No one will. We will change your identity." He said. "You won't be Melanie Wade when you meet my parents. You will be Kripa." He hesitated a moment. This was going to be hard for him, very hard. "Kripa Kapoor."

She looked at him and held his gaze a moment. Then there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." He said impatiently and stayed quite while the lunch was laid. "I'll take care of it from here. Thank you."

"I know you like Indian food." He told her with a smile.

"How did you know?"

"I did my research." He shrugged. "I need to know what you want. And, yes." He served her the rice. "If you think I won't let you eat if you say 'no,' you're wrong. I'm a generous man." He looked at her and she smiled for the first time. It was a beautiful smile. A real smile. "Is that a yes?"

"You don't take no for an answer." There was humor in her voice, her eyes. The voice was still soft and polite. He was soon going to realize how much her loved her voice.

"You catch on very quickly. I'm sure you would like water with this meal?"

"Yes." She nodded and smiled as he poured them both a glass. That was better than her untouched wine.

God, apparently, loved him very much. Angad thought a week later. His parents hadn't reminded him of the challenge, parse, but then they hadn't been talking to him at all. So, he'd taken the time to do the same. He behaved as if he still wasn't happy with the idea. No one knew about the plan he was cooking. No media had caught him yet going to a small house an hour from the palace to meet a girl who worked at a restaurant.

She was a smart girl. Everything he'd given her to study she had it down. Of course her mannerism could be different, it had to have changed over the thirteen years. But, he'd told her what she shared with the entire family. When she hadn't told her was what they shared together. He couldn't be sure what Kripa had felt for him, but he could tell her what he felt for it. It was going to be hard, he knew, to share those feeling with anyone.

There were formalities between them still. She still took a curtsy when he arrived at her doorstop. She wasn't open, she knew very little about him, and he about her. The next time they met, it would be a day of knowing each other.

But, he found himself closer to Kripa, the girl he knew then, as he looked through albums and videos with Melanie.

Melanie was nothing like her. Her eyes were a soft brown, Kripa's had been a sea green. She had been loud and the least bit lady like. It took him hours to get Melanie to say something. She had every aspect a lady should have to be a rulers wife. But, he couldn't imagine his wife to be like that. So soft, so not full of life. Kripa was everything Melanie wasn't. Melanie was everything Kripa wasn't. They were two different people.

Kripa. The girl haunted his dreams more now that he thought of her so often. Only God knew if she would ever be his.

She opened the door, dressed in pajamas and a man's undershirt. When she began to curtsy, Angad took her arm and stopped her. "You've got to stop that. You're going to hurt yourself. You're to marry me and can't be so formal with me. Don't curtsy wearing pajamas, it looks odd, anyway."

She nodded. "Yes, Your Highness."

"Ah!" He placed his hands on her shoulders an kissed her cheek. She felt something tremble. Who'd kissed her like that last? All soft and in pure friendship. God, she couldn't remember. "It's Angad, Melly." Melly? No one had called her that since her mother's death about two years ago. "Do you mind Melly?" She shook her head. His hands were still on her shoulders. "Ready for today's lesson?"

"Yes. I was making dinner."

"Oh!" He grinned. "What's cooking?"

"Pasta and garlic bread. Wine?"

"Perfect. We'll eat right here, I'll help you set the table."

"I'll do it-"

"I'll help." Taking her hand, he walked with her. "You've got to lighten-up. Once when appear in public, you are going to have to be comfortable with me."

She shook her head and turned to him. "You're too nice to be the king of a country."

"Soon to be," he corrected.

"Same thing. But you're very nice. What are we learning today?"

"My parents, I haven't talked a lot about them, and then I want you to know me. What I shared with Kripa."

"Okay." The table was already set. And they sat on the floor to eat. She was nervous, what if the food was bad? Or the wine not of his taste? She picked up a large fork to serve him, while he poured wine in two glasses. "I'm sorry if its not of your taste."

"You should shut your brain off every once in a while." He wrapped the spaghetti around his fork and looked at her. "Okay?" When she nodded he laughed. "What happened?"

"Nothing."

He ate the pasta and looked at her again. "Melly, the food is fine."

"Sure?"

"Yes." He gave her head a nudge with his. "What did you do all day?"

"Nothing."

"Hmm." He considered her answer. "This food must have just dropped into the kitchen and your sprits opened the door. Yeah?"

She smiled at him and served him garlic bread. "I didn't do anything special."

"No? Why not?" She shrugged. The bread she had served him was broken into two halves and he was handing her one half. "How about we go out to the movies?"

She shook her head. "No."

"No?"

"Angad." He looked at her. There was something special in the way she took her name. "Have you realized what people say if anyone figures out I worked at a restaurant? Don't your parents expect a princess. Royalty from England or Scotland? A beautiful blond with blue eyes?"

He sat back on the floor, stretching his legs under the table. "The last time I saw Kripa, we were at a picnic. There was a bomb explosion there. We all got hurt, some more than others. With all of us, Kripa was taken to the hospital. We all came back, she never did. I haven't seen her in thirteen years."

She was hesitant but she lifted a hand to his arm. "I'm sorry."

"No. Don't be. But, an easy response would be that after that day you got lost and lead life your own way. Working at a place like a restaurant, it was a solution. Anyways, my mother isn't blonde nor is my father. I'm sure they don't care what color my wife's hair and eyes are as long as she is a good girl. You are."

"And my looks? Are they anything like Kripa's?" She asked.

He looked at her. "Your eyes are brown, not green. The rest can change."

She shook her head. "How are we going to fix that? How did we meet?"

He grinned at the look on her face. She looked like a little girl who was sitting with a English book, reading a story, reading the composition questions, trying to figure out the answers. "We met at the restaurant. I recognized you right away."

"I don't know if I want to do this."

"No!" He took both her hands. "You can ditch me now. I have like ten days before my parents get me married to some stranger." He sandwiched both her hands between his. "Please, Melly." She looked at him, blinked. "Please." He kissed her hand and looked at her again.

"I'm not a stranger?" She asked searching his eyes. "I'm sorry." A little confused, she took her hands back. "You should finish your dinner."

"Melly." He took her hand again, it was becoming a habit. And, he'd yet to realize how wonderful her hand felt in his. "You trust me, right?"

She looked at him and smiled a real smile for the second time since they'd met. "If I didn't trust you I wouldn't do this, Angad. I'm not just doing this for the money either. I'm taking that money because I need it to pay my bills and not get kicked out of my house."

Impulsively, he leaned over and pressed his lips to her forehead. "Thank you. Look," he said in a lighter voice to change the mood. "you barely ate."

"It's fine. I'm done."

"Yeah?" He looked at her frowning face. She needed a change, desperately. He could talk to her about their life another time. Now she needed to do something other than sit at home. "What was the last movie you saw?"

"Huh?"

"I asked, what's the last movie you saw?"

"Ah. I don't know."

"Good. What do you want to watch?"

"Um…"

"Let's watch Smokin' Aces." When she frowned, so did he. "No?"

"I- I don't like… ah… gangster movies."

He laughed and dug into his food again. "Okay. What do you want to watch?"

"Nothing. Your parents might be worried about you…"

"Melly!" He threw his hands up in the air. "My date of birth is October 10, 1977. I'm twenty-nine years old, my parents don't worry for me anymore. Do you not want to go out with me?"

"No."

"No? Why? You don't like me?"

"No.

"No?" He rubbed a finger over his heart. "That was damaging. You have to go with me now. Compensation fee."

"But-"

"No." He took her arm and stood up with her. "Come on, I'll pick an outfit for you. And, we'll have popcorn, I like them buttered." He had his arm around her waist and he was opening her rooms door already.

"Angad." She took his hand to stop him. "I don't feel well."

"Why not?" He asked turning around and leaning against the wall.

"I- I just have a headache."

"Fever?" He asked laying a hand on her forehead. "No. No, there's no fever. An Advil will do."

"Angad please!" Flustered she took her hand back and pressed her hands to her face. "I don't want to go anywhere."

He watched her remove her hands from her face. She was turning around to leave the room when he took her arms to stop her. Hesitantly, he turned her and then took her face. "What's wrong?"

She looked up at him. "I'm tried." God, knew she was. And, she knew that she'd never expected him to be like this. So calm and understanding. So compassionate.

"You're a liar," he countered. Although he knew she was, he wanted to know what the real matter. "You need a break." He nudged her towards the bed. "Sit." He demanded. "Now tell me."

"Nothing to tell. I've had a long day."

"You've been home all day," he reminded her. "And, you were fine until maybe ten minutes ago. Something's on your mind, and I'm going to find out what."

She let out a breath. She wouldn't lose her temper, she told herself. "Will you stop asking me if I go out with you?"

His grin flashed, his eyes gleaming in triumph.

"I'll take that as a yes. Five minutes." She was pointing at the door then, "you can clean the table until-" her cheek flushed then. She stood abruptly. "Sorry. I'll do that first."

"Calm down." He pushed her back on the bed. "Change, I'll take care of it." He patted his cheek and then brushed his lips over her hair. "Your nerves are always on an alert." He gave her another glance before leaving.

She closed her eyes and lowered her head as the door closed. What had she gotten herself into, Melanie thought. Why had she agreed to be a part of this stupid game. For what? Because she needed the security he was proving her with.

She rose and walked to her closet. She picked out black jeans with a light blue tunic. First she turned over to the dresser and unlocked it. Taking a breath, she opened it and looked at the small gun, caliber: .357. She slipped it into the front pocket of her jeans, and allowed the tunic to fall over. It was out of sight. He wouldn't touch her, she wouldn't let him, he'd never find out that she was carrying a gun that would be used whenever necessary.

Turning towards the mirror she looked at herself. She'd get through this, she told herself and quickly dressed.

She went outside combing a hand through the rich cascade that was falling down past her waist. He'd cleared the table, leaving it spotless. Wasn't bad for someone who had been born with a golden spoon and servants.

Following the sound of the water in the kitchen she walked there. He smiled at her as he wiped his hands with a towel and careless tossed it on the counter. She wanted to smile at the careless ease, that made him look so much at home. She placed her hands in her pockets, he looked perfect there in her kitchen.

"Thank you. I didn't mean to make you do this." She looked at the dishes that were drying in the stand.

"Nothing big. Mama send me to college to make sure that I learned how to do small things like this."

Her smile escaped, her eyes twinkled, and any knots of stress and fatigue that were bundling in her stomach loosened first and then were lost. "Can you cook?" She asked interested, crossing to him.

"That I can't. You look better." He rubbed a thumb under her eyes and memories flooded into his mind. Kripa flashed and left him. He dropped his hand to quickly. "We better go. We'll watch what you want to."

She stood in place as he walked out the kitchen. She closed her eyes as the same memories flooded into her mind as well.

Angad Khanna's life was in danger. ISS agent, Kripa Kapoor was undercover as his protector disguised as Melanie Wade.

Hey guys,

Hope you enjoyed this part! Some of the suspence is revealed now! 😉 Now tell me, how many of you knew this was going to happen from part one. I know for a fact that some of u guys figured it out somewhere throughout the second part!

Coming up: Who is Melly Wade??

Hugs and Kisses,

Neha😳

great part
i had a feeling that maelanie was kripa

OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! awesome part!!!!!!!!!! it was completely fab!! i swear, i was sooo nto expectign this... i was predciting that this was kripa, except she lost her memory, or sumthing!! who knew that she was an undercover agent protecting him!! i wonder who is after his life!! ah, so many questions!! 😳 ...when she took out that gun , i swear i held my breath, ask mansi, i was talkin to ehr adn i started screaming OMFG she has a gun!! even by then it hadnt crossed my mind that she was tehre to protect him, i thought she was after his life or sumthn 😆 lol.... im goin insane....cant wait until you continue,cont sooooooon!!!!!!!!! 👏

ps. -- uh, wut does ISS stand for?> 😳

yeah i was about to ask like is melanie played by neha bamb or is kripa neha bamb lol! so im guessing shes wearing contacts... im just glad he is marrying his kripa!! why cant she just tell him, hmm i guess she has to prove it! i wonder who wants to kill angad!! continue soon! luvin the suspense!

that was FANTABULOUS!! 👏 👏 👏 .
What a great twist, i thought that she was going to assassinate him as i read it u know. 😆
when will he find out its his LOVE?

Excellent part... i know this mite sound like a a stupid question but shes da same kripa from angads past rite????