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It's me again. I finished the third journal of my life a few nights ago. Now, I'm starting a new one. I just graduated the eighth grade around six hours ago. There were no cute guys this time. There was an arrogant one; I guess he was kind of cute. So, like last time, I asked Emma for his name again. I was surprised when she said she didn't know either. I mean not to exaggerate, but Emma is supposed to know the name of every cute guy at school. Well, okay, fine. Maybe he was cute. But, damn it, he was such an arrogant-ass!
So, while our dean was announcing the top three names of our graduating class, I figured out his name. It's Angad Khanna. Oh, he looked pissed. He was pissed about sharing the top position with me. Hell, I wasn't any more delighted than he was. He was not, however, upset about having a huge fan following. Not to mention a female fan following. I'm surprised neither Emma nor I knew about this Angad Khanna. We talked for a whopping two minutes I think. Just a casual congrats, a few easy questions about graduation and high school plans. Well, we're going to the same high school it seems like. He had a nice voice. Most boys his age have this squeaky voice that pitches high and low due to puberty. Well, his was strong. No wonder the girls were crazy about him.
But, there was something else that caught my eye about him. After he talked to me- oh, just to get it out there, he talked like a perfect businessman. Like those fancy people my parents deal with at parties all the time. I still remember what he was dressed in a tailored black suit, a classy metallic silver tie. He had naughty brown eyes. The color of bittersweet chocolate. His hair was black. Not just black, but dark and glossy. Raven black, is more accurate. He was taller than my five foot five inches. Maybe a good five-nine. I couldn't tell if he was built under that perfect suit of his. But, I wasn't surprised. I wonder if he plays any sports.
That's not what appealed to me, actually. What appealed to me was the way, after talking to me, he all but ran like a little boy to his mother to give her a hard hug. Most boys his age would think themselves to be too cool to do something like that in public. All I saw, not to mention with great envy, was an excited boy, who no longer looked elegant and sophisticated. In stead he looked just like he was, an eight grade student, looking up into his mothers eyes and grinning proudly at her. He didn't even wince when she pushed his hair off his forehead and kissed her brow.
My mother had only smiled and asked me what I wanted as a graduation gift? I had wanted to scream at that very moment.
In the last two years I have come to know what my life really is. What it's built of. What is expected out of me? More importantly, I have learned that my parents don't love each other. Their life, what happens in their bedroom behind closed doors, is different from what I ever expected.
Here I am, sitting in a sleek limousine, dressed in a lovely black silk gown, being driven to a charity function. My parents are sitting in the seats a few doors behind me. I just wonder if they are sitting together. I think they are because when they get out from behind those doors, they have to be the ideal couple for everyone. Right know, I'm sure either there is silence between them; a colloquy, or a civilized argument. Cool and composed.
I don't want to be here. I don't want to be in this life. I don't want them. God, someone should shoot me for thinking this way of my parents. They've given me everything. I've had a secured life and I know I will continue having one. They'll provide everything for me. But I'll never get one thing from them. Love. Nor will I ever witness the emotion between them.
They have given me Adi and Soniya. And, I know that I would die without them. And, I'm determined to protect them from what my parents have given me. I don't want Soniya to ever be going to these parties I have to go to. I want Adi to be everything my dad isn't.
And, if someone has to kill me for saying this I don't mind. It's the bitter truth of my life. I have grown-up too quickly and before my age. I've seen too much before my age.
I have to go now and play the part of a perfect daughter of the perfect couple.
I wish I was in Europe with Emma and her family for a family holiday. I wish I was there and I could have taken Adi and Soniya with me.
She stepped out of the limo with camera's flashing in her eyes, blinding her into the world of lies.
The dinner room was lit with brilliant lights. At the corners of the room stood tall, not particularly good looking men, with small ear pieces attached to their ears, hands behind their backs, in a balanced stance, armed, looking left to right, in black suits.
Waitresses, it had been arranged so they were ladies not men, on the other hand were dressed in formal uniforms that consisted of elegant skirts at knee length and white blouses, served to the people sitting around the lovely room.
One could say that you if you were completely unaware of what was happening in the world you could come to a place like this and know everything there was to know. Kripa was one of those people. She could sit here and listen to other people talk and know what was happening in the political world at the moment from the formals of the prime ministers, presidents, and senates; to the personal lives of those same people.
Which actress was having sex with what whom? Which movie director had just singed a sexy lady for his next movie in exchange for sexual flavors? Which lady in their society was pregnant with someone other than her own husband? Which husband was cheating on his wife, his second, or his third?
Wines, designer dresses. All the glamour and glitz. The galas and balls. The positive and negative.
Kripa Kapoor was only twelve years old and she was exposed to everything. Everyone might have thought with parents like hers, classy, dignified, and rich; she would be getting a sheltered life. They would be protecting her from the evils of this world and nurturing her with the divine.
They were all wrong.
On her first night of summer vacation after graduating from middle school she was trapped here in middle of many other rich people discussing whatever came to topic at the moment. All her friends had gone out to movie in casual jeans with their parents; other friends with their boyfriends if they had any. Not many did then at the age of twelve. And, here she was sitting with both her parents, and some of their "close" friends dressed in a lovely dressed. This, praise the lords, wasn't very exposing, but just perfect to compliment her slowly maturing curves.
She was only twelve with every guy her age, a few years older, crazy about her. She was tall for her age, strong yet delicate in built, her bone structure made her look more fragile than she really was. Her skin, overly pampered, was a beautiful peachy pale. Her eyes were a steel gray color; they could be warm or they could be cold, it all depended on her.
She was like that. She could be anything she wanted.
Her life was nearly perfect. She lived with both their parents. So what if they lived separately? She was an excellent student at school. So what if her parents still expected more of her? She had wonderful friends. So what if some of them only wanted the materialistic and not her? She had all the money at her finger tips. So what if she had very little to no love in her life?
Kripa had a younger sister and a younger brother. And, always, Kripa heard her mother complaining about the fact she had three children, when she only wanted two. Two boys.
She had a little stuffed dog her maternal grandmother had given her when she was five, only a few months before her death. She had a simple gold chair with a K dangling from it, which her father had given her when she had turned ten. And, she had her best friend since first grade the blue eyed, black haired, Amelia Davidov, with an Italian mother and a Russian father. The absolute joy of Kripa's life. And, there was absolutely nothing negative about having her as a friend. She was as rich as her; she was just as pretty as her. She never pretended to be Kripa's friend and she never treated her like a friend. They were wild together. Partners in crime, no was able to separate since the first grade. If they liked the same guy, he was instantly dropped. When they bought cloths they made sure that they both liked them.
Her life was a complicated maze.


While Kripa was stuck between the glamorous and cocky, Angad Khanna, age thirteen, graduated middle school with Kripa at the same time, in the same rank, sat in front of the huge T.V. in his room, his graduation gift, with a tub of buttered popcorn and watched Mission Impossible. He loved the loud sounds of the guns and the expert way of Tom Cruise falling from buildings and saving his lady love from a certain bomb blast.
More, he loved watching actions flicks and horror movie when no one was at home but himself. And, that was just the case tonight. His lovely parents were gone to some huge gala with rich people, like themselves, to talk business. That's what he understood anyways. He really didn't care where they went or what they did. As long as he didn't have to wear a tie like his dad and go with them. He was much happier in a pair of boxers and, at the moment, nothing else.
Lots of chocolates, movies, soda, chips, popcorn, no homework, and lots of fun. It was the perfect life for the oldest son of Mr. and Mrs. Rahul Khanna.
Okay, fine. Maybe he wasn't home alone and now he had to go check on his crazy siblings. He had a younger brother by two years and one sister by four and other by eight. When his mother had been pregnant with Natasha, he had loathed the idea of having another sister. Now, he adorned Tash. It was love at first sight for her. The one thing he remembered about her birth was kissing his mother and saying thank you. More, as a few years passed, he realized that Tia loved having a sister instead of being surrounded by men all the time. And, he realized with each day, he adored them both.
As the movie ended, he yawned, and remembered he had to go check on both of them. There rooms were on two different sides of the world and his was in the center. He rolled out of bed and grabbed and grabbed a shirt of his way to the door. As he opened the door of his sisters' room, he tugged the shirt over his head.
Tia was sleeping on her too-big-for-her-size bed, with her dog snuggled against her, between her and Tash. Angad couldn't comprehend the idea of sleeping with an animal in bed. Angad, in fact, couldn't comprehend the idea of sleeping with anyone but you in the same bed. He walked to the bed turned the lamp off and turned the night light on. He might have walked over to kiss them, but being near that dog didn't appeal to him to much. What he could do was tease Tia about sleeping with a night light at the age of nine and a dog in her bed. Because Tash was proud of being able to sleep in the bed with a huge dog, he couldn't use that against her. And, she said that she was too young to sleep in the dark, so the night light was needed.
He went to check on his brother next. Surprised that the lights were already closed and he was sleeping tucked on one side of his bed.
Now that this was over, he could sneak down into the kitchen to eat more. The kid had a hell of a metabolism. He ate like a pig, sitting on his skinny-ass all day, and never gained a pound.
His brother claimed that anyway.
The only reason that he could sit eating on his skinny-ass was because he played football and the daily practice allowed him to sweat out every calorie in his body.
His mother had said that she had left rice and chicken in the oven, and it would stay warm for sometime. All he had to do was eat. He sneered at the way the dish looked. He always did, but he knew the moment he sat and ate, he'd soon finish the entire thing himself. He got a spoon and sat down to eat.
Angad Khanna at thirteen years of age was nearly fife-nine, skinny, with a good amount of muscle on his body. He was strong for his age, with long arms and legs. He had eyes which were light brown with flecks of gold in them. They were a sexy pair and any girl could second that. He was the hottest guy at school. Going into high school that was just the rep he was looking for. He wanted to be the cool hunk of school which every girl went mad for. He wanted to be the next David Beckman of the England football team. He knew it would happen if he continued practicing. He was half way there because he knew what his impact was on the girls.
And, hell, he was proud of that. He loved his parents for giving him the good looks and everything else he needed to get there.
Before he knew it, Angad was putting the empty tray into the sink. He looked at it for a few minutes trying to decide if he wanted to wash it to leave it for either his mum or the housemaid in the morning. He glanced at the clock, it was only eleven and he had an entire night to party yet. So he found the dish soap and poured it in to a sponge, turned the water on to hot, and burned his hand. Swore pungently, a new habit, before he turned the water on cold. He scrubbed the dish until it was sparking, dried it, and set it on the counter.
He lived a happy life, in a big house, with a dog, three siblings, a lot of happiness, and loads of love. He wouldn't change that for a million bucks. And, he had great friends who shared his interest in football.
Nobody's life could have been better than that.



When the clock in the clock tower of Oxford University sang spring break the entire college jumped in joy. Everyone but Kripa Khanna, final year, Art History major. She wanted to hide under covers and not come out until the one week was over. Not that she didn't like the one week off. But, enjoyed, occasionally, spring time and the lovely balmy scents of flowers, long walks on the beaches, and breezy afternoons under a lovely tree spent reading, staying up late and watching utterly romantic movies, reading a heart gushing romance novel in paperback like her still best friend Amelia did. Wat she despised going back to see her parents bicker over the stupidest things.
They weren't cute arguments over breakfast about silly stuff. But serious arguments over serious issues. She didn't want to go back home and see her parents walk into opposite directions at night instead of walking into the same room and locking the door behind them. They might be sleeping in the same room, but they still separately- if one knew Kripa and her family well, they would understand exactly what that meant.
Over the last eight years or so she had learned that marriage was only a merger of two families, often used to bring two major empires together; that marriage created children who had to suffer seeing their parents fight over them; and that they were born out of duty not love
She had learned in the last eight years that the phrase "making love" didn't exist. That it was a lie and the right word was the word she had been exposed to at such a young age: sex. It had nothing to do with two people trusting each other, telling each other they were their forever, or anything romantic that the novels portrayed. Instead she had made herself believe that it was nothing more than a physical meeting of two people which exposed the animal in them. That it was a need in life people couldn't live without. There were no tender touches during the processes. And, yes she thought of it as process. There were no hushed murmurs, after words of love. Instead you were to tumble into bed, eat the greed away, and then turn away from the person you chose to finish the task with.
As a twenty year old, she knew that she would never fall in love. She knew that she would never marry. She knew that she would never give herself to a man. She would be her own person for the rest of her life. No one would touch her. Even if touching was a need in life. And, if it came to that, if she needed someone, it would be just that. A need. A want. Sex. There would be no prince charming making love to her in a bed with roses and satin sheets. If there was anything close to it, it would be a physical need. If there were roses and silk sheets it would be only for those few moments and not for life. And, they would be there only because it was just one of the things men liked to deal with to lure their women.
And, it was women not woman.
For now, she closed her suitcase and got ready to spend the next two days with her family, no Adi and Soniya more, before coming back to her apartment near campus to sit down in her room and finish her spring assignments, work on her online classes, and begin preparing for her final exams and then deciding where she wanted to teach Art History after this and when she was going to get her masters.
Her life was set. She was, in less than three months, going to graduate college in the top three of her class. She was ready to teach art history anywhere they needed her, in any college or in any high school. She saw herself alone and getting her Ph.D. in art. She had gotten into the best college with great grades and gotten herself a major in art. She wanted to travel this coming summer. To Italy and France and study the art there. Visit the museums for pleasure.
Art was perhaps the only thing she saw romance in. The only thing she felt true passion for. And, she made it a point that no one would take that from her.
"Are you ready, cara?" Kripa turned and looked at her best friend Amelia. She still had her raven black hair and dark blue eyes. So Italian, Kripa thought with an affectionate smile, both her looks and her name. She stood a little over five-four, with a lovely body and lush curves which she used in every way to lure a man her way. It was just her way of living, with men hovering around her at all times.
"Just about." Kripa zipped her bag and pulling out the handle, rolled it to the door. After locking it, she turned to smile hugely at her friend. "What are your plans?" Kripa asked looking down at her. Kripa, unlike her friend, was almost five-seven, maybe a few centimeters less or more, but close enough.
"I'm going to go see Mama and Papa in Milan with my boyfriend. You?"
"A few days with mother and father, then back here and I'm going to dive deep into my books when I need. And, I'll take extended trip to lovely spas." In front of Amelia's car Kripa kissed her cheek. "Take care and don't get in trouble."
"Yes, Mother," she said dully and kissed her back. "Do me a favor and have yourself a fling for a few days, Kripa. You have dated a single man since… never. You've never dated."
"I've been to movie with enough guys who have kissed me and tried to get me drunk and naked in bed. I'm not ever getting there, unless I want to. Which is…. Never." She lifted a sharp yet elegant brow at Amelia's disgusted look. "I love myself and my freedom. Say hi to your parents, and your silly boyfriend, and your brothers and sisters for me."
"Sure. Take care of yourself, cara." (Cara-dear/love in Italian) She gave Kripa a hug before slipping behind her very sleek Ford.
"You, too. Bye." Kripa stepped back and watch her friend bullet away in that zippy little car of hers. Kripa walked to her own car, a silver Nissan 350Z, second hand, she had bought with the money she had collected. She had stopped asking her parents for money. She felt the need to be independent. It had started when she had made-up her mind at scoring high on her exams to where every college would be compelled to accept her on a full scholarship. That had happened. In between high school and college, she had worked. She had entered essay contests for prizes she had began depositing in the account her grandmother had opened for her years ago. She had worked hard for that money- essays, jobs, whatever, and earned enough to where she would never have to ask her parents for money. Yes, every once in a while, she found herself to be in financial crises, but it was never anything big. She enjoyed living a life like other people who had to work to get what they wanted.
Nevertheless, she enjoyed life whenever she could. She gunned the engine of her car, turned the roof down, tugged her glasses on, tied her glossy hair back, and turned on Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers on as loud she could and zipped past the man standing in the patio of the apartment two doors down hers.
Her life was just about to begin.


Angad Khanna jumped back as the Nissan 350Z zipped by his patio two doors down. Then he sighed. It had been sometime since he had driven by himself now. It was time he sat down in his very sexy red Ferrari his parents had bought him for his twenty-first birthday just this past February. He had planned to spend the first day of his break sitting in front of his TV and watching action flicks. An old favorite pass time.
Now, his hands itched to grip the steering wheel of his car and go for an aimless drive. He hadn't
been anywhere but to the historic Oxford University campus and back to this classic apartment of his. He had no friends; he thought with a sour grin as he pulled a sweatshirt over his head and pulled out a pair of jeans at random. But he had both his parents who were waiting to see him. She he grabbed his wallet, stuffed it in the back pocket of his jeans and grabbed his keys from the TV. Sitting behind the wheel of his car, he grinned and turned the ignition on and pressed his foot hard on the gas and turning Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers loud to where his car vibrated and a satisfied grin covered his face.
Life was perfect and nothing was going to change that. He was graduating this year. Majoring business and a minor in business law. He still dreamed of becoming the next David Beckham in England, but the love of his life insisted that he get a degree in something more substantial.
The love of his life, he thought with a grin, Pooja Seth. His grin turned into a soft smile right away. He was waiting for the perfect moment to tell her. The perfect moment to ask her to marry him. Not now, he thought with a frown. In a few years, whenever she wanted, actually. He'd wait.
For now, Angad waited for the gates to open and nodded at the security standing by the gates. He couldn't believe he was the son of such rich parents. Well, he had learned to appreciate that and his parents well enough. He loved them more than the money and the position he had because of them in society.
And, nothing could change that.
Angad turned his car off and looked at his parents' lovely house. There would be terror inside that house with three of his siblings tearing at each other like always. Oh, he missed all three of them, he thought with a grin.
Because he still had a key, he opened the door instead of ringing the bell, stepped out of his slipper outside the house. His mother had phobia with shoes inside the house.
Odd, but so did he. He was just to cool to admit that he didn't like the messy. He liked clean and he liked tidy. Spick-and-span. Nor did he like to admit the simple fact that he absolutely loved cooking. Well, he'd be admitting all of it soon enough.
He heard Abhi yelling. No, not yelling. Angad heard him screaming along with one of his sister, Tia, he mused, squealing in response. Grinning, undecided whose side he was about to take in the battle, he turned into the living room. Tia came dashing at him and hid behind him, arms around his waist, tight and hopeful. Abhishek Khanna, nineteen and half an inch taller than Angad's six-three, scowled at his older brother.
Behind Angad, his sister was giggling. She knew the expression of rage on Abhi's face at the very moment.
On the sofa across him, Natasha, his youngest sister, with the looks of an angel, beamed at him, due to both the sight if him here and at the spectacular battle between her other two siblings.
"I'm going to have to knock you down if you don't get out of my way." Abhi warned, his fist ready to take a blow at Angad's nose. "And, I'm dead serious."
"Fine." He freed himself from Tia. She screamed as Abhi launched at her again, then laughed in delight when Angad pulled her away, sending Abhi straight into air
"Yes!" Tia hissed in pure delight and stuck her tongue out at Abhi who was ready to kill someone and kissed Angad's cheek. "Welcome home."
Angad couldn't have been more satisfied with any other type of welcome.


When Kripa entered the Kapoor house, it was a chaos. Labors' were moving things around, the walls were bring polished, the chandeliers were being dusted, drapes were being changed with matching accessories. The front room had been cleared out and the marble tiles were being waxed. Two tall, strong men moved the chocolate brown sofa's.
Looking up towards stairs case, Kripa saw her mum walking down dressed in a deep blue blazer, a matching skirt that skimmed her knees, with a white shirt. Always so perfect, so lovely. Kripa thought with a small smile. No matter what happened, she couldn't stop loving her parents, she couldn't stop admiring them. She admired her mother for what she had done with her life professionally, at least.
"Mum." Kripa walked to Jaya, as she ended the call. "Hi." Without another thought she wrapped her arms around her perfect frame. The perfume that was her signature, was so familiar to Kripa, when she closed her eyes and breathed it in.
Jaya was a sleek woman. Even at her age, she was absolutely beautiful with dark, full hair. Her eyes, a mixture of green and brown, framed with thick lashes very much like Kripa's. At five-nine, she was still slim after having three children, and still was the owner of a very sharp brain. And, her brain was the result of the empire that was supposed to on Kripa's name some day.
Kripa liked her parents love story. Until the love hadn't faded away, anyways. There had been a time when she would sit in her fathers lap and he would tell her that story. She had passed it on to both her siblings. But that story was for another day.
"Kripa. Good to see you again." She brushed cheeks with her. Kripa felt her heart freeze at the formal greeting. She rather have her mother giving her sloppy, loud kisses on both her cheek. She closed her eyes for less than a second before she kissed her cheek back just as formally.
"It's good to see you too… Mum." She drew her hands away from hers and took a step back. "What's going on?"
"Just a small get together for the success of our last exhibit." Then she frowned. "You miss it, honey."
"Yes. I'm sorry, Mother. I had mid-terms." Her mother hadn't remembered that she had, had a art exhibition of her own only two days before. Neither had one of her parents bothered to show up to support her. As a result, there had been questions. Lots of them.
"Of course." Her smile softened then. If nothing else, Kripa knew that her mother was proud of the fact that her daughter was exceptional in her studies. Kripa might have, at one point, studied unconditionally for scholarships to despise her parents. But her mother had always appreciated that she had a sharp daughter. And, when her mother had enveloped Kripa in her arms, when she had received that scholarship, Kripa had felt a small light of hope burn in her heart. It was blow away only a moment later, when Jaya had rushed off for another important meeting.
As the memories flashed vividly in front of her eyes, she bit back a sigh and the urge to close her eyes. "How's dad?" She asked, to dance around the previous topic.
"I wouldn't know." Jaya felt her heart sink in her stomach at Kripa's sharp, accusing look. "I'm sorry, Kripa." With her delicate hand, she touched her cheek. "He is upstairs, in his study. I haven't seen him since last night. And, Kripa," she said before she could evade to see her father, "I would appreciate it if you would be a part of the evening."
"Yes."
Jaya smiled again at her daughter. "Thank you. I'll send a selection of dresses up for you in a few hours." As her phone rang, Jaya excused herself, giving instructions before speaking on the phone.

Kripa knocked on the door of her father's study before pushing the handle. There he was, sitting behind the large oak table, on the king size brown leather chair, behind his desk. A low fire was glowing in the room, and the drapes were drawn together, allowing very little light to filter into the large room. Behind him were medals and framed newspaper and magazine clipping. His professional life was summed-up behind him.
"Kripa." There was surprise in his voice that either he didn't bother to hide, or it came even when he wanted to hide it. "It's so good to see you." He was already standing and moving to her. Kripa smiled widely. He was so tall, almost six-four and had the most incredible eyes. She had gotten her own eyes from him. They were smoky grey that could be soft or sharp. His nose was long and straight, his body lean and muscled. In sweats and a shirt saying Lifeguard on it, he looked so young and handsome. His hair was beginning to silver now, looking like a mixture of salt and pepper. He hadn't bothered to cut his hair again, and the careless style made Kripa smile at him. Stretching on her toes, she kissed him. He was rich, powerful, successful, and he was her father. She would never want to change that. Even if he didn't love her all the time they way she wanted him to, she cherished the early moments in her childhood when she sat slept in his lap, on his shoulder.
"It's good to see you too, Daddy." She laughed in glee, banking the tears that were ready to spill from her eyes.
"I'm sorry I missed your exhibition." Taking her hand he led her to the sofa and sat there with her. "How was it?"
"A great exhibit, a success." She smiled softly, a real smile in a very long time. At least he remembered. "I brought a painting for you, it's in the car."
"How sweet." He gave her hands a squeeze before releasing them. "Coffee? Tea? Anything to drink? A late breakfast?"
"No. Are Adi and Soniya home?"
"They're heading back home in for tonight." He sighed, "You mother demanded it of them."
"Yes." She touched his arm. "Did you fight again?"
He stood and walked to the window, separated the drapes and threw the windows open. He didn't want to talk about it. "When do we not?"
"Oh, Dad." Rising, she joined him at the window. He still loved his wife, she thought looking up at his profile. And, she also realized that she never saw the same sadness in her mother's eyes. She wanted to know why. "Would you like to talk about it?"
He looked down at her. "I think we're forgetting I'm your father."
She watched Adi and Sonya walk out of Adi's car arguing, and smiled. "You've never treated me as your daughter, Dad." She looked at him and missed the flash of pain that had come and gone so quickly. "There've been so many times when I've gone without you, without a father. So many times when I wanted to talk to you, and I couldn't because you weren't there."
"I'm sorry." He took her face and kissed her forehead. "I'm so, so sorry, baby."
"I don't want you to be sorry, Dad." She let her head rest on his chest when he drew her into his arms. His heart was beating slowly there. Slow and strong, just like him. She wanted to believe that maybe everything would be fine at least between her father and her. But, then, how many times had she gotten that feeling before? "Not sorry, Dad, I want you to give me the things I'm missed out on back. Give them to Adi and Soniya."
"I'll try." He kissed her head once. "Now I have to go."
"Where?" She asked as he began to move towards the door.
"I haven't showered, love." When Kripa's dark, elegant eyebrow cocked, like her mother, he roared with laughter. It was well past one and her business tycoon father hadn't showered yet. "I love you," he said leaving the room. Kripa looked out the window and sighed. Maybe things were working out. Reaching up, she touched the K resting against her chest.
"Kripa!" Adi was running inside the study, with Soniya behind him. Instantly, he plucked her off the ground and kissed his sister, full on the mouth, before setting her back on her feet. "How are you?"
"Good." She tipped her head back and looked at him. He was an inch shorter than their father and had inherited almost every feature from him. Except his eyes were like their mother's: a mixture of dark green and brown. She knew well that her rugby playing brother had a fan following just because of those sexy pair of eyes. She kissed him, then Soniya. "Great," she said after a moment. "And, I was wondering about lunch."
"I agree." Soniya took her sisters arm and dragged her away. She had, unlike the rest of them, turned out to be slightly shorter than expected. Even then, after a steady five feet and three inches, had a lovely frame, which was fully developed, and Kripa knew well enough that Soniya was proud of her full, round curves. She had dark brown eyes, with a short cap of glossy, black hair, that ended at her shoulder blades now. Kripa decided she liked them better than what the ended where her shoulder didn't even begin. Yet, Kripa found her absolutely beautiful. She found them both to be absolutely beautiful, more she found what they three of them shared beautiful.

Hey guys,
I hope you enjoyed that! I'll see you guys with Playboy Prince tomorrow. I'm still having troubles with my laptop, even after it came back from repairing!
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Neha

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it was a great and awosome part neha hope ur laptop problms go soon count soon

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.. 😆..

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..

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..

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..

very very nice, Neha. that was a very interesting, light and sweet first chapter. The way you narrate the story, the characters and the little things that can happen in anybodys life, are so real. Right now, I really have no idea how Kripa-Angad are gonna end up together, but that makes it interesting, I guess 😉
Your fanfics are getting better and better and no one can make these kind of stories better than you do.

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This was a very looooooooooooooooooong and lovely update! Thanx and can't wait to read more! 😃

great part!! 👏