Suicidal/ part 21 page 60 - Page 13

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Attraction

"Okay I know what your thinking, how can this guy ask me to drink tomato soup when he doesn't like it himself right? Well guess what you have to, the doctor said you need vegetables and fruits and lots of bed rest." Kripa looked at Angad quietly as he handed her the soup in bed and continued to ramble on about nonsense.

She didn't care if he hated tomato soup and she didn't care what to doctor said, she felt perfectly fine, she didn't know why she had to stay in bed for a week.

"Now I know your game as soon as I leave your probably going to flush in down the drain that's why I am going to sit here till you finish the whole soup right in from of me" Angad noticed that there were dark circles around Kripa's eyes. but the one thing he like the best about what he saw was that she was smiling. Just yesterday she was in the hospital with her wrist cut and today she was SMILING!

"you look really pretty when you smile you should do it more often" Angad didn't realize where the words came from but as soon as they did Kripa's smile disappeared. And her gloomy face came back on.

Kripa hadn't realized that she was smiling. She never liked the idea of a plastic type face of a Barbie doll with no flaws. She remembered when she used to go to school all the girls with the perfect makeup and perfect life and valedictorian written all over them really pissed her off. She always disliked those people that were so nice to be true. At the moment she realized that Angad was probably one of those people the jock of the school. He looked the part.

This was the first time Kripa noticed that Angad looked the part of a jock the kind which probably had a million girlfriends and played football or basketball but his education level seemed to beg to differ. He would at time babble in a large word that seemed only a Harvard graduate would know.

Angad noticed as he sat across from her on a chair from her bed that Kripa had no shame when she looked at him. Angad knew well when a girl checked him out and Kripa was doing just that. Her eyes weren't blank as she looked at him but full of curiosity. Usually when she looked at him her eyes would not have care for what he said but at this moment as she drank her soup and look at him, her eyes were full of curiosity.

"Miss. Sharma what about me that you find so interesting, you are free to speak your mind with me" Angad said lifting up a brow as he looked back to her.

"Free to speak my mind with you? Never" Kripa said in a monotone of a voice somewhat something from a horror movie.

Angad lean out of his chair to Kripa's bed side and sat down beside her, he put a hand through her hair and looked strait into her glassy green eyes so full and beautiful when thought was fill with them instead of emptiness.

"No boundaries. You can speak your mind with me and I wouldn't tell a sole. You can speak about me if you like and I won't change how I talk to you. Tell me why were you looking at me the way you where?" Angad started liking this game a lot Kripa had been talking a lot more her tone was still monotone but her words seemed more human more active. He now convinced himself that if he could get her to say every thing she felt about anything with him all the nonsense built inside of her that she is worth nothing will go away.

Angad knew she made a difference to her parents she made a difference to her family to people around her. She existed thus she made a difference.

"If I told, you wouldn't ask the same around me." Her voice wasn't challenging but talking as if it was a fact, Angad was trained for this he had worked to be a psychiatrist for years. There was no way for any reason Kripa said anything that it would change how he acted around her.

"Try me" Angad said as he moved his hand out of Kripa's hair to her hand. "You can tell me any thing, tell me what were you thinking when looking at me"

"I was thinking what it would be like to kiss you" okay so maybe not everything Kripa said would cause Angad to change how he acted around her.

Hi every one it has been a while since I have posted anything really and I really hope you liked this part and please do comment

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