Last part (A)
The next week things went downhill for Angad and Kripa.
Kripa learnt about Aditya's (Angad's uncle) proposition to Angad regarding the company. That he had to marry before he could receive full ownership of the company.
She felt betrayed, hurt once she realized the real reason Angad married her. After all he had never indicated otherwise that he loved her. Never once had he mentioned the words. Of course there was his concern, but could it be a ploy to keep her in the marriage, until he managed to attain the position of an owner.
That night for the first time under the shower she cried feeling frustrated, hurt, and insecure about her relationship.
The same night, yet in another part town, Angad learnt about Kripa's previous job. Her employment position at the Mumbai Times, professional, renowned psychiatrist working for the Mumbai Times, her last assignment the successful golfer Vikram Joshi. Some things made sense to him at the time, her behaviour after Prithvi's abuse, not many women could have handled that, but she had.
Could it be that he was her latest assignment?
No, it couldn't be it. Kripa would never do that. He thought to himself, as he sat in his office for a long time after sunset.
He walked home that night to see her sitting on the floor with a scarf wrapped around her. She looked distant, withdrawn, as she watched him from across the room. For some reason, that look made him hurt, and everything felt all the more real.
"Where were you?"
She finally asked still watching him with that withdrawn look.
He didn't think he was capable of responding, so he walked across the room, and made his way to the kitchen pretending to look for something to eat.
"Angad." She had that deep tone on when she was angry about something, unlike other times this time he was not willing to ask her anything. All he could see was the blind rage.
Him.
Her latest assignment.
All those days, a ploy, an act to get to know the real Angad Khanna, and then exploit, paint his picture ruthlessly in Mumbai Times. She was not as helpless, as she made herself look, and that's what made him angry. All that innocence, angelic look on her face was a lie. A means to get him.
And she had.
In the end she had.
"I'm trying to talk to you, dammit! Answer me!"
"Kripa Sharma. Famous Psychiatrist!" He made his way towards her, hands fisted, teeth clenched, he could feel the rage. "Mumbai Times. Last assignment Vikram Joshi, you pretended to work for him, then manipulated him, he fell in love with you. That's when you dumped him. Didn't you?"
"no, no, no." She replied tears in her eyes. "it wasn't like that." He looked so cold, so withdrawn. It hurt to look at him.
"You expect me to believe that? You b****! What did you think you could do that to me? But you were wrong weren't you, I knew about it all along, and guess what I USED you too."
"Don't you dare think you can curse at me anytime you want." she flung back. "Pretend to love me on one hand, and then curse at me. I won't tolerate any of that, and I'm not going to stoop at your level, and curse back at you. You fud*ing crazy person. What about you? Your deal with your uncle. Don't you think, I know about it? You married me to get the property. It was all about the money in the end wasn't it? I should have known it earlier on when you mentioned that money was more important in the world more than anything, while I sat there like an idiot defending love, but now guess what. You just taught me the best lesson in life Angad Khanna to never LOVE anyone. First that deal of yours, and then once you learn I came to know about your deal you pretend to go back on my profession. I admit I hid things from you, but had you loved me you would have believed me!"
"What about you Kripa?" He grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her up front. "I could say the same thing back to you couldn't I? That if you loved me, you would believe me."
"Maybe I don't."
"whaat?"
"Maybe I don't."
He pushed her away, disgusted, hurt, he made his way to the library.
"Maybe that's why I can't believe you."
He heard her fall on the floor, and heard the first sob, but at that point all he could see was his pain.
He never saw hers, as he shut the door behind him, and took the first glass of whiskey. It wouldn't be his last glass of the night. Many more were yet to come.
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Two hours later, he heard the main door click shut.
She was gone.
To be continued...
I had planned this half way through this FF, the details were a bit different then, and I no longer remember them loll. I hope you enjoyed this part there is still a small portion left in which I'll wrap up the entire FF. Still need to answer about Angad's past, Mishty coming up, Josh too and I think that's about it. I'll post that I'm not sure when.....
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