Perfect Match - Page 100 (28/09) - Page 3

Kripa stood with her hands resting on her tiny waist, as she looked at the huge line up of cars, buses, taxis & rickshaw's in front of her.

Sighing, she got down from her rickshaw paid her driver, then pulling out her purse she flinged it on one of her arms, and started to walk in the light rain.

The traffic showed no signs of movement for the past twenty minutes, so she was left with no other choice, but to walk, since she was getting late for interview – a interview, which was a matter of life of death – she desperately needed the job, but, sadly it seemed luck was not in her favour today. At the end of her day she would wonder whether this entire day was meant to be unlucky.

The light rain soon turned into a heavy downpour, and by the time she had reached in the front, where the entire crowd had gathered she was completely soaked. Her blue suit was clinging to her body, her hair were a mess, as they curled at the ends, while rain continued to fall on her face, and continued to irritate her by the second.

Her curiosity getting her the better she walked in the crowd to see what the mess was all about.. only to catch sight of a very good-looking guy, who appeared to be in his late twenties standing under the umbrella, looking at someone. She turned her gaze to see what he was looking at only to gasp, as she noticed a girl, who looked pathetic.

She was wearing only a small tank top with a really short skirt, and she stood in the side crying, arms folded, eyes swollen and red, whether it was due to the rain or due to something else Kripa could not quite figure out. Looking around she wondered why no one lent the girl anything, since it was plain that the girl was shivering, feeling pity for the little girl, in whom she saw her lost sister.. Kripa took out her dupatta, and stepped in front, she wrapped it around the girl's body, while the girl mouthed a quick thank you in tears.

Giving her a smile, and leaving the two to their matter Kripa decided to leave reluctantly, she felt selfish for thinking about the interview, while leaving a poor soul behind all alone, but she had other poor souls to take off her as well. Praying to god silently for the girl, gathering the courage she had walked in front barely a few steps when she heard someone cry out, making that as an excuse she turned around to notice the same good-looking guy had removed her dupatta from the girl's body, and thrown it on her face.

He yelled out, "she doesn't need this" looking at Kripa. Their eyes met for a brief second, before Kripa turned her gaze towards the girl, who was now crying more loudly – she quickly retorted back, "And, who are you to decide that?"

If he hadn't thrown her dupatta on her own face she would have never said anything. She did not like the guy one bit, as he was now appearing to look quite arrogant and rude.

"I am Angad Khanna!" he said with authority, "And, everyone does as per I say. Get it?" as he muttered the words 'get it' he flicked his fingers on her face and pointed at her.

Looking at Angad Khanna, she was unpleasantly reminded of the senior students, who always made it a point to rag the juniors in college. She had heard all about them through her cousins.

"You are just a bully okay, leave the poor girl alone. If I am lending her something, who are you to interfere? I am not poking my nose in your business, so stop doing that for mine and hers" she retorted back angrily still quite not getting what was angering her whether it was the tiny drops of rain falling on her face or the face of Angad Khanna.

The closer he came, the more Kripa came to realize, he wasn't good-looking, as she had thought earlier, now for some odd reason he was starting to look ugly, perhaps it was due to his not so kind words that she was telling herself he was bad. Whether it was that biased side of hers or unbiased side, which called him ugly she didn't know.

"Look missy just get your *** off here," he said shooing her off. He appeared quite mad, as now he had thrown the umbrella away, and was right near her asking her to get out.

His words set something to flame inside her. She just felt the heat in her body. Before she could respond she heard the words, "Angad, just leave okay" said someone in a weak voice it was the girl from the back.

And, suddenly both Kripa and Angad had jolted to reality. They had completely forgotten the presence of a third member in here.

"Shutup you *****" said Angad angrily as he walked in front of her, and started to strangle her.

Kripa had no idea what had gotten to her all of a sudden, as the next thing she did was pull Angad's hands out of that girl's neck. She cried for help, but no one stepped in front rather everyone stood like spectators staring at the scene.

Somehow she had managed to get Angad's filthy hands off the girl, and pulled him to the side. He roughly pushed her away making her fall on the ground, then he went back to his car pulled something out. He closed the door behind him, then he threw something at the girl's face, while she sobbed harder now.

At first Kripa could not make out the object, since everything was blurry. It was only when he spoke in a cold tone, "Take this money you ***** I am paying you to abort the kid & to get out of my life" making his hands in a fist he yelled out, "I don't want to ever see your face again.. I never loved you and I never will, so just get lost you ***** join a ******* - girls like you are better there"

His words brought Kripa back to the reality. The world, which had two sided, bad, ugly, horrible people, whose existence Kripa had never known until today.

She felt like someone was choking her.. she was feeling sick to the stomach, and disgusted with his words.

Feeling the lump in her throat, she bursted out angrily, "If only your mother had done the same thing 26 years ago, at least tumhara jaisa naayalaak iss duniyaan main paida nahin hota"

That was it. The end of the world.

Her words got her applause. Everyone started to clap. But, one look from Angad Khanna and she knew better.

Kripa felt like she was receiving an award, but instead of feeling proud, she was now feeling angry with this man standing in front of her, who was nothing, but a shame to humanity.

He walked in front of her giving her killer look, his threatening pose did intimate her for a second, but she had nothing to lose, if he would hit her, then so would she.

This time he pulled her close, and drilled his nails into her arms forcing her to whine in pain.

The crowd roared angrily, and people started to walk in front. They could care less, of who he was now, since they were no longer afraid of him.

Angad Khanna was left with no other alternative, but to flee for his life.

Giving her a killer look, and telling her watch-me-get-back-at-ya through his eyes... he left, but not before giving her a second glance whether it was to memorize her face for revenge or something else... Kripa would never be able to answer that question.