Summer Love: Page 67 LAST PART! - Page 11

Originally posted by: berkeleygirl818

WHOA!!! tht's long... i am gonna read nd edit it later!!! 😛

*edit*

ok, tht was just, WOW!!! i LOVE LOVE LOVED it!!! TOTALLY & COMPLETELY
& WICKEDLY AWESUM!!! lol... it was cute & kinda funny at the same time!!!
EVERY1's in love except poor Kripa!!! kinda sad!!! idk wht the deal is with
her, i mean why is she afraid of Angad, is it coz of tht Wade dude!!!she in not afraid of Angad.... she just uncomfortable of the guy who she knew in school... she kind of envy's him nd
wht is up with him anywazzz, he was sooo annoying!!! the way Kripa
threatened him was wicked!!! sneaky but effectful at the same time, lol!!!
nd i totally love all the Kapoor siblings relationship with each other & the
Khanna siblings relationship with each other!!! lol, it is schooo cuteee!!!
Rahul is such a flirt, lol, he kinda reminds me of Yash from WOS, schweet There was a yash in WOS//
& nice & caring & who totally adores Kripa!!! nd Angad nd his mum have a
cute relationship, the whole dancing scene was sad at first, Kripa had no
one to dance with!!! nd the way she rejected Angad, but danced with
every other guy who asked her was hilarious, but left me confused as to
'Why Angad??? why does she not like him??' lol... i guess it is just me, i
was born confused, lol... anywazzz... i am gonna stop babbling now, tht
was AWESUM!!! nd i CANNOT wait to read more, i guess the date's next,
intiguing!!! lol, continue soon!!! 😛

Originally posted by: desiqt8806

thanx for the long update!!
but now i can't rest in peace!
i am going to india and won't be back until aug 13 and i'll have sleepless nights thinking about this fan fic and if u updated and wat u wrote 😆
all i have to say is when i come back i have a lot of fan fics to catch up on and read!

Awesome.... have fun and when u get back u have to tell me how much its changed//

Originally posted by: Krazy_Me

Hi Neha
one of my freinds is a member here, and she told me about Prakriti's stories. So i started to read them, without creating an ID, and then started to read ur stories as well. Anyway, i decided to create an account and finally start commenting you as well as Prakriti, another great writer. You guys have awesome stories. Im def going to vote for you two for the awards thingy.

The long parts are really good. I will definitly give you a better comment for the next chapter.

Please update as soon as possible!

Welcome to the clan hun....and i'll look forward to the longer comment

Originally posted by: Numera*

I LOVE THIS STORY!! hmm so im thinking angad and kripa will be forced into marriage then angad will sleep with pooja and then she will get pregnant (only cuz u said its like WOS) and then kripa will also get pregant cuz u said like one night and they will get separated and maybe he will live with pooja n his kid, then maybe they will die lol and he will run into kripa years later and beg for forgiveness and convince her of love lol that was my prediction which is a hundred percent wrong im sure lol anyways continue soon!

Im going to say.....happy guessing! U have one part of it correct...

Originally posted by: sweetmittal

its so interesting. u know i love all ur ff. u write such a wonderful pars. continue soon. i am dieing to read more parts. all the best on ur tests. 😊 😊 😊

I wont let u die....

Originally posted by: sweetchick786

ok so this story is like totally amazing!! i have no words 2 describe how awesome it is!! intresting parts! makes my mind think hard about whats going to be happening next! cant wait 2 noe wat happens next! keep up the wonderful work!! ur doing an amazing job!!

lol...thanks... keep reading

Originally posted by: simply.me

wow excellent part....now i wonder how ak will get together when kripa is so distant, and will kripas parent get back together?
i just loved this part....continue soon

u'll just have to wait and watch

Originally posted by: rockinggirl

great part now i wonder wat will happen btw angad and kripa wen the meet count soon succes on ur tests

I did well on them

Originally posted by: Bolly*_Crazed

Wow!..lolz U right really long parts lolz, And I love that about ur fan-fics!!...I also love how you portray ANGAD in all ur fanfics..I really loved this part, Cant wait for Angad and Kripa's first date. I wonder when Angads love will be introduces..ouch! thats going to be painful. LOVE UR STORY!..Keep it up! 😃 😃 😃

It wont be tooo painful

Originally posted by: mansi1219

hey!

first off.. curses to ur laptop! i was up till late hoping to read something.. and then eyes closed.. i m having problems of my own wit the thing called a laptop.. neway..

wow that was nice! a summary of like wat 8-9 years? i have a complaint thou... how come angad always gets the loving family? kripa is always a lonely child with parents who want to care but are too busy to care.. atleast i get the impression so far.. change that! lol.. she better have a nice family in the next fic.. 😆..
i wont comment on that and ruin the fun for the future... u'll just have to wait and watch Angad suffer next! 😆
hmm.. i wanna c how emma's chracter shapes up.. i m an absolute faith lover from wos.. wonder if emma is nething like it..

it will be quite shapely!

does she still write in her diary? cuz i wud think angad wud end up reading it somehow.. wow.. ok.. so they were so close to each other all their lives but never talked? thtas something.. but it can happen.. hmmm.. um. o and i like the sibling fights in angad's family..so cute.. and kripas too..

yeah... i'll have diary entires even once in a while/\

man.. kripas story is too sad like always.. i hope her parents give her the love sooner or later.. is the love story between them some sort of mystery? kripa sounds so familiar yet not in this one.. and offcourse angad always has to be the stud carefree idiot.. i cant wait to see hwo they meet up and their "mistake" happens.. drunk i wud guess.. but lets c..

ummmmmmmmmmm... i think thats it.. and this time its soccer football rite? lol.. i got confused when u said football and hten david beckham.. but then got it.. didnt kno it was situated in england.. 😆 .. ok neway.. i m critiquing too much...

great start.. waiting on PP now.. and the bloody murderer..

luv ya!
fix that laptop of urs!

Mansi..

Tell me what u think of Amit and Jaya's love story... no one really commented on that.

Neha, love how r u ?????????🤗

Omg....it's been so long.....missed u!!!!...missed ur ff more!!🤗

Summer love...the name itself has sumthin ..lol..😍

Anyways....as all ur ff I'm sure u must have had an hard time thinkin bout ur characters & sketchin em' out..as u always r fond of em...& I'm impressed..lol😉.....I love the shape u have given to angad this ff till now. A lil too carefree walkin wid boxers🤣....I love him (as I never do)😳..lol...& wowww wat's that Amit/Jaya stuff...lol...it will be quite spicy to read ak's story along wid their story...I have already started workin ma mind on their matter....will come soon to a conclusion..😉

Am sure Pooja won't get pregnant...u won't do it as WOS....u can't...hmm A/k will meet for the date....& Angad will tell Kripa bout Pooja....they will plan sumthin to break this alliance but then krips will get preggy....& well when they will do IT..well...it can't be on the 1st date or either later...Neha knows..lol....dunno ur promos r confusin also..will have to read em' again & break ma haid in this instead off physics, chem bio..& other thins...sigh!!😕😆

Btw..where's Neha in this ff..?...No neha...lol..🤪

I love Adi btw...can i have him, plzzz ??☺️.☺️.☺️.he reminds me of the kayamat boy dunno why...😕

Aha I found sumthin interestin...

Pooja Seth: Studying to become a doctor at Oxford University. She is very close friends with Angad, his girlfriend, and very unaware that he is deeply in love with her. She also doesn't know that she loves him back. She doesn't know until it's too late. As a person, she is an affable young lady. Pretty, charming, with parents who love her. But, she is used to winning. She is spoiled. And, she gets what she wants. The habit breaks, displeasing her to a large extent

Ok....then Kripa is preggy & then miss Seth awakes from her daydream & suddenly realises she love our man...but well ak get married...& she's left hanging nowhere till 3 years after when she starts creatin problems & kripa realises angad is her hubby....& well...etc etc 😕😆

I think my mind is workin too much & hmm too much of stupid stuff 🤢....still havent recovered from exam I guess..🤢

Ok..now where's the 3rd part....wednesday is far away gone..so I'm waitin now that I'm free...all is FINITO!!..I can breath now...though I still dunno the results....just pray to god I pass this year...will work harder next year..but I just wanna get good grades in bio, bhem & phy..ufufuf...🤢

Am bein hyper😳....btw when is ur school endin..?.. how's everythin..?

lol..replyy..i have made a long comment..

Love uuuuuuuuuu

Pinkz☺️

Kripa looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. She had already changed her cloths three times. First she had picked a sexy black cocktail dress, left her hair tied up, and wore pearls in her ears. Then, thinking it was too much, she had changed into a simple blue skirt with a top. It wasn't too fancy, not too casual. She had tied half of her hair up, took the pearls out, replacing them with diamonds, told herself it looked elegant. Now, she was dressed in a light pink dress again. It fell to her knees in a soft cotton material, without shoulders. Something perfect for a light spring evening. She left her hair down, over her shoulders, tucked behind her ears. In her ears now, she was wearing small pink studs to match her dress, and in her neck she wore the K her father had given her.

Looking at herself, she thought it was too much still. She didn't know where they were going. She didn't know even if they were going. What if he had decided to cancel the date?

Date? She frowned at the word. This wasn't a date, she told herself stripping out of her dress. It was just a compromise they both were making to make their parents happy.

Parents? Happy? The two words just didn't go together. She had seen her father leave her mothers room. God, it sounded wired, she thought tying the belt of her robe. She was going to simply call Angad, tell him she wasn't feeling well and go back home. She was going to sit with her parents and ask her what was wrong. It was ridiculous to see your parents fight when they're taking about your own marriage. She shuddered once as she reached for the phone. It rang as she placed her hand over it. A little amused, she looked it for a moment before picking it up.

"Hello?"

"Kripa." Angad cradled the phone between her chin and shoulder. "I'm coming to come pick you up in ten minutes. Dress casually, like in jeans and stuff." Before she could say a word he had snapped the phone shut.

"Well." She replaced the phone and with her hands on her hips, went back to her closet. She picked a baby doll, tank top in a turquoise color with a pair of crop pants, and then she took his advice and just wore jeans. Over the tank top, she wore a light, white colored sweater. As she combed her hair one last time, the knock sounded on her door. Taking a deep breathe, she picked up her handbag, keys, and wallet. When she opened the door she found him standing there in a fitted navy shirt with the lettering NCS in white, at the corner of the shirt. His thumbs were hooked in his front pockets of his faded jeans, tattered at the ends. And, he was wearing slippers.

"Hi." She closed the door behind her, locked it. "You walked here?"

"Yeah. How are you?"

"Good." She fell into step beside him as they walked towards… wherever he was leading her. "How are you?"

"Excellent," he mumbled. "Never have been better."

She looked up at him and saw the grim look on his handsome face. "You don't look to happy about marrying me."

"I'm not," he said stopping. "Let me tell you something right now Kripa. I'm in love with someone else and I'm never going to marry you." Her smile, so full and bright, left him speechless. "What?"

"That's good." She slid her arms through his as they began walking again. "Because I'm in love with someone else myself." She waited a beat. "So, where are we going?"

"Ah?" Kripa looked a little surprised as he led her through his apartment two doors down and into the little backyard. "What are you doing?"

"Well." He shut the screen door behind him and they moved towards the picnic he had already prepared for. "We're going to have a picnic dinner here." He kneeled down and took the bottle of champagne out of the iced bucket, showed her the label. "I have iced tea and soft drinks if you prefer that."

"I do." She kneeled down beside him and scanned the menu. It was easy Chinese's take out. "So you ordered?"

"Of course, I don't like to cook you see."

"Yeah."

She sat down on her butt as he poured himself a glass of champagne. "Tea?"

"Yes." She took the glass he poured for her, added a few cubes of ice, then sugar. "So. Did you already tell you parents that you weren't going to marry me?"

"No." He plopped down on his butt beside her and sipped. "They don't know about her and they think I'm being unreasonable by saying no to you without even knowing you."

She nodded. All parents thought alike. Even if they were fighting. "Yeah." Without a smile she twisted the glass on the grass. "We don't have to do this. I could just go home and we could just say we spend an evening together and loathed it."

"I would." Without thinking he placed a hand lightly on her hand so she turned her face to look at him again. There was such grief and loneliness in those deep great eyes of hers. He wanted to ask but it wasn't his place. "But I wouldn't eat all this alone. I couldn't."

"I guess I could help you." She smiled. "I'm not hungry yet."

"Okay. I can give you a tour of my house."

Kripa grinned then. "Sure. Let's go take a look at your palace." When he stood and held his hand out for hers, she took it hesitantly. He noticed the hesitation himself, and let it pass. "From the kitchen," he led her into it. "It's very basic you see." It was. There was a stove, a medium sized fridge, a counter in the center where he had boxes of cereal and a pile of mail. Beside the stove, there was a small coffee maker. The dishwasher was washing dishes on the left of the fridge. There were tiles on the walls, unlike her kitchen, where she had changed the tiles to cream colored walls.

"Very lovely." She turned around and into the living room. It was the same size as hers. There was one love seat in the color of deep green, with a marble coffee table in front of it. Beside the love seat, was a smaller table, again in marble, with a lamp resting on it. On the wall, across the sofa, he had hung a HD flat screen TV, with a shelve drilled into the wall beside it. Unlike her place, they floor was made of soft, deep carpet in cream color, in which her feet sunk.

He led her into his bedroom. She felt utterly awkward going in there was some reason. It was basic. There was a king size bed in the center of it, a dresser with a mirror, matching with the headboard of the bed. He had a brush and a bottle of cologne lying on it. She let her fingers trail over the cheery wood and found it to be clean. Not even a single molecule of dust. She couldn't help but be impressed.

There was a window on the left side of the room. On the right side there was a small closet; beside the closet was a painting. It was a painting by her. She walked to it and trailed a finger down the cheery wood frame he had hung it in. And, she wondered how much he had paid for her painting. And, she felt him standing behind her as she examined her own work as if she had seen it for the firs time.

"I feel in love the first time I saw it." He said looking at the small girl himself. She was standing on her toes in a tutu and ribbons wrapped around her feet, in a ballet class. There was a smile on her face, her arms lifted in the air, crossed at the wrists. The girl's hair was tied back in a tight bun, leaving her face vulnerable, her eyes clear. It was the sadness in the eyes of the growing girl which had attracted him. He could see the sheen layer of wetness burning in them. Pain. Agony. Apathy beginning to form slowly.

After seeing Kripa, the child reminded him of her. When she had been younger, perhaps? He thought about the way she had danced with such grace. Maybe it was her. "Did you take ballet?"

"Yes. Until I was nineteen. I quit after that." She began to move away before he could ask her more. But his hands, so light on her shoulders, stopped her dead.

"Is that girl you Kripa?" He could feel knots, old ones, new ones starting to form, under his hands, on her shoulders. Subconsciously, he began to kneed tension away with his thumbs.

"No." She wanted to just lean against him and hold him for a minute. It would have been so easy. And, she knew he would have held and listened. No one had seen what he had seen in the painting. She wanted to demand to know why? "Why did you buy it?"

"I said: I fell in love. With the painting and the girl in it. It said something I couldn't understand. I spent fifteen minutes looking at it. Then I had moved on. Before I left the hall, I came back to it and decided to buy it."

"How much did you pay for it?"

"That's beyond the point."

She turned then and looked at him. "I would have never let you pay for it if I was there then, Angad. You understood her."

"I don't know if I do." He looked at her. God, those eyes were going to kill him. "Do you have more?"

"More what?" She turned away and began walking out of the room.

"Paintings." He closed the door behind him.

"Yes. Some are finished other aren't. If you want to see them, you could come over sometime."

"That would be great." As they headed outside again, he took her hand. "We have been together in the same school since the beginning and we never knew each other. I remember talking to you once."

"So do I." She sat down beside him. "You were very cocky. Then I saw you run to your mother and I thought I was going to fall in love with the boy who didn't care about others." She laughed. "You were so upset about sharing the top spot with me."

"Yeah, well I'm used to being a victor alone." He gave her chopsticks and a plate. "Eat away."

"Tell me about your lady love."

"Her name is Pooja." He poured himself a glass of champagne. Toped hers with more iced tea. "We met the first year of college, went out, kept going out. I guess I couldn't tell when we fell in love."

"You think it'll last?"

He looked at her then. She was merely toying with her noodles. He lifted his chopsticks filled with them to her lips and she absently ate. "You have to believe in it, Kripa."

"I guess." She ate what he lifted the noodles to her lips again. When she caught herself, her cheeks flushed red. "Sorry."

"You're on a diet?" He asked eating himself now.

"Of course, not. How's your father?"

"Great. Excellent. He'll be heart broken when he finds out we're not going married. He was really charmed by you."

"He's a great man. I love his books."

"I know. You should go by and see him sometime. If you ever do another art exhibit, you should ask him. He'd help you put it up on a large scale. Do you want to be an artist?"

"No. But an art teacher." She took a fresh flute and filled her glass with champagne, topped his off. "I want to teach at our high school and then at Oxford and get my Ph.D. at the same time." She sipped. He had good taste she decided. "How about you?"

"I want to become a professional football player." When she didn't laugh he just looked at her. "You don't think that's silly?"

"Of course I don't." She shrugged and nibbled on her chicken. "It's what you want. If you work hard you'll make it."

"Well." A little surprised he sipped from his flute again. Everyone until her had laughed at him for being so stupid. Even Pooja. "Other than that," he continued after a moment. "I'm doing MBA and Business Law."

"Cool. I never liked that complicated stuff. I'm going to minor in music and the violin."

"Ah!" He leaned back on his elbows. "What other talents are you hiding, Miss. Kapoor?"

She looked back at him. "I speak French, Latin, Italian, and Hindi fluently and I can read and write them as well. I have taken almost every type of dance class in my life, from ballet to hip-hop. I can play the violin, the piano, the guitar and the drums." She considered it a moment. "The last two are my own little secrets. I have been to cooking school for three years from age fifteen to seventeen." She paused again. "I think that covers it."

"And, who is your love affair going on with at the moment?"

"No one in particular."

"I see." He looked at her as she fell on her back on the grass beside him. "So you lied to me?"

"I'm having a love affair going on with my art and music." She smiled up at him. "I've dated one guy in my life, Angad. Just one. And, I learned my lesson." She sighed and looked into the sky. Watched a few starts twinkle, one after another. "I never intend to get married." She could feel the champagne getting to her head. "I'll help you clean and then I'll leave."

They picked everything up, cleared the place. She helped him unload the dishwasher, while he loaded it again. Once they were all done, she looked at him and smiled.

"I had a good time."

"Me, too. I'll walk you back home."

"Angad, I'll walk-"

"No." He gave her, her purse and keys and phone. Took his house keys. "I'll take you. It's late."

"It's merely quarter past ten."

"Late enough." He grabbed a jacket on his way out from the hook behind they door. "My dad taught me to always escort a lady to her door, specially at night."

"So the Khanna has manners, too."

"My mother drilled them into me like a nail in the wall." They walked in quite for a few minutes, listening to the crickets. And, the water crash over rock from the near by beach.

Neither one of them realized their finger were tangled with each others. She unlocked her door and turned to him. "Thank you."

"Yeah. Good night." He turned away, then back to her. "Kripa."

"Yes?"

"Keep in touch, would you?"

"Yes." She leaned over she brushed her lips over his warm cheek. "You, too."

"Okay." He kissed her back. "Bye."

"Bye." She stood at the door until he was out of sight. She slept a peaceful and dreamless sleep that night.

Angad rolled out of bed. Someone was going to die, he thought grimly. Stripped to the waist, he went to open the door. Kripa, as fresh as spring time, stood with an angry look on her face. "Yes? How can I help you?" He moved away and allowed her to come inside, followed her into his own house. For a few moments he watched her pace the room, while he sat on the soft, yawning hugely.

She was dressed in the pink dress she had just rejected yesterday and her hair was tied back in a thick braid. The K he hadn't noticed yesterday, he noticed now as it glittered with the sun spilling over it. She was so pretty. He couldn't help but notice. Nor did he blame himself for it. He was only twenty-one, and he had eyes, which appreciated beauty. And Kripa Kapoor was one hell of a picture.

She had tossed her over sized bag on the sofa beside Angad, and she was still pacing. Angad for one had never expected to see her pacing in his apartment the very next morning from their date the night before. Nor could Angad deny that he had thoroughly enjoyed the few hours they had spent together.

"Kripa, you're making me dizzy." He caught her hand to stop her in one place. "What's wrong?"

She plopped down beside him and took something out of her bag. Tossed it into his face. "Jesus. Holy shit." Over the front page of the society section of the news paper he saw a picture of them together walking back at night. Along with a college of pictures from the night of the party. Over it in bold headlines was written The marriage of the decade…. Angad gulped hugely. Then with furnace in his eyes, he looked at the author of the article. Wane Saunders. "I…" He looked at Kripa then. It wasn't anger he saw in her eyes, but grief and pain. Along with the lightest glint of betrayal. Very carefully he took her hand. "I'm… I didn't do this Kripa."

"I know." She stood and went to open the blinds completely, along with the sliding glass door. "I needed to talk to someone," she mumbled, "you came to mind first." She turned back to look at him and then realized she had woken him. "I'm sorry, I'll leave."

"No." He took her hand again and made her sit down. "We're going to have breakfast and then I'm going to go shower. After that, we're going to go and kill this Wane Saunders."

"What are we going to say? Oh, we aren't getting married. We were just hanging around. Holding hands," she added a moment later.

"No. We're going to say that we are only friends. We were considering marriage but we aren't ready. It's not for us. We'll talk to our parents before that. Don't worry. Everyone will forget about it in a week. Or we can forget it altogether and let the matter cool down."

Kripa sighed. "Sorry I woke you up."

"If it had been someone else, I was about to commit murder today." When she laughed he felt so much better. "Make yourself at home. I'll go take a quick shower."

"Okay." It surprised her when he brushed his lips over her brow before leaving.

Kripa had made herself a strong cup of coffee only because she needed it to sooth her nerves down. She left some for Angad unsure if he wanted any. She would have made breakfast, more for him than herself, but she had no energy left in her. She had no will to either.

So when he came back she sat sipping coffee in a huge mug. It pleased her that she had done that for herself. It wasn't the first time he was linked with someone. But perhaps it was the first time it had been at such a broad scale. It hurt him somewhere deep to see her so tensed. It was so wired he thought just looking at her. They had known each other since the first grade. They had went to all the same school, the same college. He worked with her father, his brother was in love with her sister, and he had never known her. Now that they did it was because their parents when them married. He glanced at the newspaper, it seemed like so did the world. He thought he saw her brush tears away and it made his heart flip-flop in his chest. Taking one deep breathe he walked up behind her and simply wrapped his arms around her. And holding her close, he soothed himself more than it did her.

"Are the rumors true, Mr. Khanna?" The young reporter was pushed towards the couple from the reporters behind her. And, she couldn't help but envy Kripa beside the handsome Angad Khanna.

"Are you and Miss. Kapoor really getting married? You guys go to school together, have you guys been in love?"

"Are the two families going to incorporate the empires as well?" Wade looked at Kripa and grinned as the color fled from her face. He also liked the way Angad didn't pay attention to his question. He didn't like the way Kripa looked in Angad's arm, so close to him.

Kripa's head reeled and she simply held on to Angad as he lead her out of the crowd and to wards his car. The last question hunted. What that her mothers intention? She wanted to know. Did she want her to be married to Angad for the money, the profits?

Angad sifted her, blocking her from the cameras' and at the same time, reaching for his keys and pressed buttons on the control so the doors unlocked automatically. In a few swift moves, he had Kripa locked in the car, and pushing people away he was able to do the same. Not worried, he gunned the engine and ran the car away. He saw a few people follow his car and he picked up speed and turned towards his house. He saw Kripa's eyes rolling behind her eyes. "Oh, no you don't." With one hand on the wheel, he took hers in the other. "Don't, Kripa. Hold on, we're almost there."

"I can't see anything." She let her head fall back and held Angad hand as her world spun.

"Well." He left her hand and turned towards his gate, honked like a mad man until the doors opened. "Almost there." But she was already gone. Angad carried her inside the house and laid her down on the sofa and grabbed the jug of water a maid brought him. Without thinking, he threw the entire jug on her face, while behind her his mother screamed to stop him, just too late. Kripa coughed and woke.

"God damn it Angad." Tia laughed unable to help herself. "You don't throw the whole jug but a few sprinkles." But he wasn't listening, he was too bust helping the lady sit up on the other side of the sofa. Tia pursed her lips at the sight of seeing her brother fretting so much over someone. More accurately a young lady with whom his name is being linked at such a large scale.

"Angad." Kripa groaned and rushed a hand over her wet face. "Why don't you go and get me a towel?"

"I'll go." Tia said.

"I'm sorry." He took out a handkerchief and wipe her face. "You scared the crap out of me. Are you okay?"

"Aside from a wet hair and cloths I'm fine. Where are we?"

"At my house." He smiled at her. "I'll call your parents." Even as he began to stand, Kripa's eyes rolled again. "Hey." He sat back down and brushed a hand down her cheek. "I should call the doctor."
"No." She grabbed his hand. "I'm okay." Because she couldn't help it, she rested her head on his shoulder and closed his eyes. Shuddered once, then she sneezed. "Can I get this dried some how?"

"I don't know if you'll fit into Tia's stuff. She taller than you and she is fatter than you."

"Hey!" Tia threw the towel on his head followed by a cotton robe. "Mind your tongue." She looked at Kripa sweetly. "You can go change upstairs and wear the robe till then. I'll wash and dry you dress."

"Thanks."

She smiled, a charming curve of lips. "Angad will show you, I've got to go."

"Sure. Thanks again."

"Any time." She blew a kiss Angad's way and then left the room.

"She's crazy." He took Kripa's elbow and helped her stand up. "You're okay?"

"Stop fretting Angad. I'm perfect." She patted his cheek. "Where am I going?"

"Three door on the left upstairs." He wouldn't realize until later that it was his room he had sent her to instead on Tia's.

His room was, to describe it in one word, perfect. No one could have entered the place and suspect that a twenty-one year old young man was living in this room two days ago. No one would in fact suspect that anyone was living in this spotless room.

Clutching the robe and towel to her breasts, she closed the door behind her and steeped down from the two steps into a small sitting room first. The flooring was done in a cappuccino light marble. Upon looking down, she could see her reflection. The walls were painted a pale blue color. There was a full set sofa, in midnight black with a love seat of a matching black. In the center was a glass table in a grey-black, with magazines spread over them like a fan. There was one tall window, with the drapes, dark red, maroon one could say, tied on each ends, allowing the sun to spill over the floor. She could see the sky move through the window. On the other end of the room was a classy black dinner table. Nothing big, a four setters, with high chairs, and a crystal bowl of colorful marbles in the center. On the wall beside the table was a painting. Another one by her. And, boy was she shocked. She moved to it and like she had done once before, trailed her finger down the cheery wood frame. This picture was more contemporary. A clear flower vase holding one rose. Her name was singed on the bottom left corner. For some reason seeing her work in his room made her smile.

Already in love with the room, she moved towards the bedroom. Oh, and she only feel deeper. This room was simple. Male. Angad. These walls were colored in a very light olive color. The bed stood, a king size again, one that could fit four people easily, in the center of the room. Behind the bed, was a window. A large one again, with black drapes tied at the ends again. On either side of the large window, were two smaller once with the drapes open as well. On the right side of the bed was a small bed-side table, with a ivory colored lamp and a picture of his parents.

A small smile covered her lips, as she lifted the frame and smiled looking at the lovely pair. With a sigh, she replaced it. Beside the frame, was a smaller frame, a round one this time, with metallic gold frame. There was a picture of him and three other people. She recognized both Abhi and Tia. She didn't recognize the third girl. Another sister perhaps?

She dropped the towel and the robe on the bed and stripped out of her dress, in the cotton robe. As she belted the robe, Angad knocked on the door. "Come in."

He didn't step inside. "Mum's setting lunch."

"No." She picked up the towel, played with the ends. "I'll leave as soon as my dress dries."

"You see," he stepped inside now, and casually crossed to her. Took the towel from her hands the dress from the bed and threw them in a white basket she hadn't noticed beside the desk. "I would let you go, but my mother wouldn't listen. I'll take you back home after that."

"Angad really." She felt wired standing in a robe in front of him. "I want to go see my mother."

"Kripa." He took her shoulders. "The press will eat us if we go outside now. Why are you upset?" he asked more softly.

"I should have known." Defeated, she sat down on his bed, hands linked tightly in her lap. "I should have known the minute I saw Wane at the party the other night."

"Known what?" He sat down beside her and draped his arm around her shoulder.

"It's a personal matter. This isn't meant to harm you, but me."

"Well, it's hit on target then, has it not?" He caught her chin in his hand and made her look at him. "You shouldn't be worried if you know, Kripa."

"I know. You have another painting of me in your room."

Well, he thought with a sour face, she was changing the topic. "Yes. Did you like it?"

"I painted it," she pointed out. "Why did you buy that one?"

"I was elegant and simple. There was no fussing with colors or details. A vase and a rose. I liked it, I bought it."

"Do you buy everything you like, Angad? Just like that?"

"I have the money, why not spend it? I help my father earn some of it, too." He lifted a shoulder, allowed it to fall. "My parents would be upset if I didn't make sure of their money." He saw something flash across her face. He wanted to ignore it again. But he asked himself how many times would he. Just once more, he told himself. "So what are you doing for summer?"

"I'm going to Italy and France, touring all the art museums and sitting through operas in the center balcony seats. Go to garden and see the Sistine Chapel, the Eiffel Tower" She grinned as she thought about it. "And you?"

"I don't know." He pursed his lips. "Join my father or go to business school. What did you do when your sister told you she was in love?"

"I questioned her. Why?"

"Tia told me she was in love with my best friend. God," he closed his eyes. "My seventeen year old sister is in love." He couldn't stop the shudder this time. "Jesus."

"Well." She placed a hand over his shoulder. "I yelled at her and I screamed at her. Then I met Abhi and your father. And, I wasn't worried anymore."

"Well, I guess you're worried now that you have met me."

"No. You're a good guy." She bumped her arm with his playfully. "Give her time." Because he was still worried, she rubbed his back. "She's seventeen. Maybe it's just a crush."

"I guess." He sighed. "Thanks."

"Same to you. Now, since you just crumpled my dress and threw it in the laundry basket, am I going to eat in a robe?"

"Mum wouldn't mind, but you can pick something from Tia's closet."

"Okay.'

Hey guys, Hope you enjoyed that. I;m having a writers block with Playboy Prince for some reason. And, I won't be able to update till thursday now because one i'm sending my my laptop to repair and two i have final's next week.

I'll end Playboy Prince in exactly three long parts....Remmeber to comment, it means a lot. Thanks to all of u guys who nominated me1\

Hugs and Kisses,

Neha

Originally posted by: pretty girl

Neha, love how r u ?????????🤗

I'm great how about u/

Omg....it's been so long.....missed u!!!!...missed ur ff more!!🤗

Awww.... i missed u toooo/

Summer love...the name itself has sumthin ..lol..😍

Lol.... i got it from the justin timberlake song! lol

Anyways....as all ur ff I'm sure u must have had an hard time thinkin bout ur characters & sketchin em' out..as u always r fond of em...& I'm impressed..lol😉.....I love the shape u have given to angad this ff till now. A lil too carefree walkin wid boxers🤣....I love him (as I never do)😳..lol...& wowww wat's that Amit/Jaya stuff...lol...it will be quite spicy to read ak's story along wid their story...I have already started workin ma mind on their matter....will come soon to a conclusion..😉

aww... we'll there is one more love story... i wont tell u yet. But there are three love stories... Angad and Kripa's is the most important i guess, cuz the others revolve around them. And, leave Angad alone in his boxers... i like him like that.

Am sure Pooja won't get pregnant...u won't do it as WOS....u can't...don't be so sure huh.... u never know whats cooking in that pretty mind of mine. hmm A/k will meet for the date....& Angad will tell Kripa bout Pooja....they will plan sumthin to break this alliance but then krips will get preggy....& well when they will do IT..well...it can't be on the 1st date or either later...Neha knows..lol....dunno ur promos r confusin also..will have to read em' again & break ma haid in this instead off physics, chem bio..& other thins...sigh!!😕😆/lolzzzzzzzz.... hehe... everyone liked the first promo and so its established Kripa gets preganant before marriage... and the rest u'll know as time comes along.

Btw..where's Neha in this ff..?...No neha...lol..🤪

hmmm, i dont think there is one.😆 I'm done with puting myself as Angad's sister or friend or whatever... if he cant marry me, im not going around him.

I love Adi btw...can i have him, plzzz ??☺️.☺️.☺️.he reminds me of the kayamat boy dunno why...😕

Leave him alone damnit... he's taken already! Awww... i love that name. I decided if i dont find a guy named either Yash or Adi, i'm naming both my sons that!😆

Aha I found sumthin interestin...

Pooja Seth: Studying to become a doctor at Oxford University. She is very close friends with Angad, his girlfriend, and very unaware that he is deeply in love with her. She also doesn't know that she loves him back. She doesn't know until it's too late. As a person, she is an affable young lady. Pretty, charming, with parents who love her. But, she is used to winning. She is spoiled. And, she gets what she wants. The habit breaks, displeasing her to a large extent

Ok....then Kripa is preggy & then miss Seth awakes from her daydream & suddenly realises she love our man...but well ak get married...& she's left hanging nowhere till 3 years after when she starts creatin problems & kripa realises angad is her hubby....& well...etc etc 😕😆

god.. i wish i could tell u everything but i can't... so keep guessing like a eager person does... i'll hope i dont become repedative😉

I think my mind is workin too much & hmm too much of stupid stuff 🤢....still havent recovered from exam I guess..🤢 /i agree stop thinking go take a break in hawaii.. dont forget to invite me

Ok..now where's the 3rd part....wednesday is far away gone..so I'm waitin now that I'm free...all is FINITO!!..I can breath now...though I still dunno the results....just pray to god I pass this year...will work harder next year..but I just wanna get good grades in bio, bhem & phy..ufufuf...🤢

Jezz dont even remind me. i have finals next week. summer hw, a job, two ap classes to worry abt and SAT's. But we don't have a mock trial team next year.😭 Our coach is quitting

Am bein hyper😳....btw when is ur school endin..?.. how's everythin..?

four days left and they''re going to be hell with all te stupid exams and crap... i dont want to start thinking abt it yet. Other that i;m ok. how abt u/ and i take long to update cuz my laptop isnt in the best of condictions.

lol..replyy..i have made a long comment..

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