Mr. Loney *note: pg. 33* - Page 20

Originally posted by: Smileyface

lol im joking tooo...cant wait for u too continue!!

oh okay. i didn't want you to take it personally.

i have good news, the next part is going to be long and up here before or on Sunday! :)

you know you love me, dont cha, confused ducky?

Originally posted by: ishu124

oh okay. i didn't want you to take it personally.

i have good news, the next part is going to be long and up here before or on Sunday! :)

you know you love me, dont cha, confused ducky?

lol.....dont worry im not takin it personally...lol...ofcourse i luv u.....oh yayyy....i cant wait for the part.....and am happie it is going to be long....cant wait!!!!!

Originally posted by: Sabrinaa xo

HAPPY BIRTHDAYY ISHUUU!!

great part, a bit short.. but i can deal with it! 😆 Loved the sister-sister relattionship.. a lot! Oh, and yeaa feel the same like you- i wanted a sister but ended up with a younger brother. 😆 Well, i wanted a sister and a big brother. 😳 😃

Anywaysss, Continue sooooon! 😳

ah, thank you!

how did you know? it was my birthday? can you believe it, I AM FOURTEEN?

ohmygosh. haha. i always had wanted an older brother, for some odd reason, i prefer and older brother than younger. and i wanted an older sister. so the order would be: older brother, older sister, and then me! but nah, too late, its me and then a monkey.

yep, im countining, dont worry the next part is going to be long and done before or on Sunday!

and im me sometime. havent heard from you.

awwwww happie birthday...i dint no it was ur birthday...hope u had a great day!!!

Originally posted by: Smileyface

awwwww happie birthday...i dint no it was ur birthday...hope u had a great day!!!

thank you very much!

trust me, i had a blasted day!

Originally posted by: ishu124

ah, thank you!

how did you know? it was my birthday? can you believe it, I AM FOURTEEN?

ohmygosh. haha. i always had wanted an older brother, for some odd reason, i prefer and older brother than younger. and i wanted an older sister. so the order would be: older brother, older sister, and then me! but nah, too late, its me and then a monkey.

yep, im countining, dont worry the next part is going to be long and done before or on Sunday!

and im me sometime. havent heard from you.

Well, lol i saw in ur po! lol, 6 da*n days.. 5 da*n days.. all leading up to ur b-day! 😆 Yesss, same !! older brother, older sister, and me! but i dont have a monkey, i gotta donkey! 😆

Yay!! 14!! lol congratss!! before u kno it, u'll be 16.. and then 18.. and then a mother!! ohmy!! 😆 😆

aiight, will do! i'll im u in a few days cuz i'll be busy tomm. 😳

Originally posted by: ishu124

thank you very much!

trust me, i had a blasted day!

awww...thas great....lol i feel so old compared to u...im 18..i remember wen i was 14...good old days!!!...lol...

Chapter 9 – Summer Love

Angad fell back into his black, leather chair; it had been a long day. Meetings, and the contract papers, and heaven knows what. He closed his eyes and leaned back, bobbing the chair with his knee. He rested his grayish-brown eyes as images flood his mind. The face of his sister, Pooja, begging him to continue the Khanna bloodline, and the pleading eyes that had him promise to watch and govern the Khanna Empire. He guiltied him self for half fulfilling that promise. He thought maybe it was time, he was 25-going-on-26 he need to continue the blood line. He had promised to do so. His soul fluttered at the thought of marriage. He closed his eyes and thought of his older sister and hallucinated a conversation with her.

"What should I do, Didi? I need you all. I miss you. Why did God do this to me? Why? Why did you make me promise?" he begged, for his sister's angelic form to seep down from Heaven. He was left disappointed as no voice approach him. He leaned his ear towards the internal battle in within him self.

'Marriage? To who? I don't want to do this. I am not ready, I'm too young.' He fought the battle his mind vice versa his heart.

'Your father and grandfather would not have stepped back from their word. Angad, you promised Pooja, follow through on your word.'

'Fine, maybe next year, around 27-28. Two more years, till I find the one. In two years.'

'To find the one, Angad, you have to start searching for her, now. It's time. Listen to your heart. Isn't that what you have been taught?'

'Angad, you're an educated man, you know, your brain is more self-conscious.'

'Love, Passion, and Feelings come from the heart. Listen. Hear the beating.'

'Angad, love is in the brain, it's an emotion, a hormone, released from the brain. No the heart, the heart beats only. It does nothing more than beat.'

'Angad, your heart is your soul, look with in you, feel the change, she here, she is around you.'

'Angad, don't hurt her, you have lost everyone around you. Who ever she is, let her be, wait one to two more years.'

'Angad, go your wild, your free. Don't let the pain, loneliness, grow old within you.'

'The pain is meant for you, Angad, if it weren't then God, wouldn't have taken your grandparent, parents, and sister away from you at once.'

'It was fate.'

Flinging his head up, "Stop!" Angad cried. "Enough." His eyes fluttered upon.

He looked around at his office. He stared into the Sony Laptop's screen which had Microsoft Excel 2007 open as Angad cleared his mind.

He glanced to this right and peeked the east wall, he sighed, at looked at the painting intently, there was a black background, with a golden vase with black designs, with maroon red flowers with the darkest green steams and leaves. He sighed there was something about this painting that attracted him. The colors, the flowers, the curved steams, the painting seemed like an open book with hidden answers.

Angad analyzed it once more, like he did, when he bought the painting at the Red Cross Painting Exhibition. The was maroon-red deep as his blood, the black as rich as his life, the green as dead as his heart, the curved stems as loopy as his thoughts, and the golden as expensive as his ethics.

It looked sophisticated hanging on the wall without a frame against a matching maroon red wall. His eyes slide down toward the leather sofa and chairs and then at the coffee black legs of the table with maroon red, forest green, golden tiles on top of the coffee table. He realized his breath need to be released. He took a moment to admire the classy look. He swirled his chair, and turned to look through the glass window wall behind him.

It was raining. As thunder wailed a farewell, Angad watched the rain tip toe down from the clouds and splatter them self's upon Earth's surface. As he lost himself into in mind and heart once more. Only if he had someone else to lose himself into.

"Ah, good evening, Dr. Kripa," greeted Dr. Watson. Kripa examined her face, her face was too cherry, and had a sense of happiness etched upon. Kripa adored the old African American doctor for her warmth and motherly features.

"Good evening," Kripa replied coolly and wistfully. Dr. Watson noted the dark circles that soon to be formed. This child needs some fountain. 'No,' Dr. Watson thought, 'it would ruin her flawless skin.'

"We have good news! We had, approximately, 20 hours ago, told you that Simran had mixture of Leukemia, and kidney cancer. Well, as you know, it takes, about 24 hours for the alcohol to be exempted from the body. The biopsy shows no sign, of kidney cancer, that was simply the alcohol acting with the Leukemia. Technically, Simran has only, Leukemia."

"Ugh, what?" Kripa blurted. Her face was blank, her eyes were twinkling, her cheeks were turning pink, and her brain was confused.

Dr. Watson's smile grew as she rephrased herself, "She is no longer diagnosed with rare combination of both cancers. Simply, one. She has a better survival rate."

"Oh my god! Thank you so much!" Kripa yelped out of the chair and raced towards Smiran's room. Dr. Watson, rolled her eyes, and laughed at her daughter like co-worker's expression and thought, 'Kripa, that child, God Bless that sweetheart.'

She barged the door open, Raul flinched and leaped up on his feet. "RAAAAA—HULLLLL! I love you, kiddo!" She smiled and twirled are around to pop up on to Smiran's bed, and Simran raised one eyebrow, and tilted her head. "YAY!"

Raul glanced at Kripa and then Smiran. Kripa acting like a teen ager and Smiran's staring at her with a confused ducky expression! He burst out into laughter; and swore this Sharma Sisters' were going to drive him insane.

Kripa laughed. Simran laughed, because Raul and Kripa were laughing, who knew laughter was just as contagious as yawning?

"Oh okay, why we are laughing?" asked Simran.

"Yeah, why are we laughing?" wondered Raul.

"Because," and she narrated everything the doctor had told her to them. She watched Raul's expression, and as well as Smiran's. She had never seen so much life and color being painted into an expression. She reminded her self as soon as she was free, to paint a picture of this moment.

She thought, the lavenders for Raul, and the white roses for Simran, with a clear vase filled with purple and white pebbles, and light lime straight green steams and leaves, with a mixture of the lavender, white, light lime green streaked across the background. The lavender as soft as Raul's gentleness, the white roses for the aroma of peace Simran waved, the light lime green for the livelihood of the natural love within their souls, the straight steams flowing in various directions for the opportunities that lie ahead of them, the streaks of light lime green, lavender, white for the growth and wellness of their feelings. Kripa closed her eyes and recaptured her idea and thought, 'Soon.'

Angad, brawled his fisted, and rubbed his grayish-brown eyes. He sat straighter, rolled his head, as he ran is hand through his dark brown hair. He let a long breath out. He had been awake since, let's see, Simran was throwing up at 5, and consisting on the fact that he only had two hours of rest, until he heard Kripa's yell.

'Kripa,' he thought, 'Maybe, I should check up on her. And Simran.' He picked up his cell and cursed. He didn't have her number. He'd have to ask for her number. How awkward would it be to ask, 'Kripa, can I have your digits?' Angad shook his head. He skimmed through his i-phone, and reached Raul's cell and dialed.

"Hey, man." Angad greeted.

"Yo, Angad." Kripa's eyes flew towards Raul, and she immediately looked away.

"How's everything?"

"Great." Surprised that Angad even bothered to call.

"That's cool."

"Yeah, listen, you know how Simran had kidney and leukemia, well the kidney, was just a factor cause of the alcohol, so she only has leukemia."

"That's awesome, thank god. By how much did her chances go up?"

"60%, she only 40% in danger."

"That's good news!"

"It is." His smile grew. His happiness was evident.

"Uh, is Kripa there?" Angad asked. Blood rushed to his cheeks.

"Yeah," Raul replied, he turned around, "Kripa. Your call."

"Oh, um," she decided to play dumb, "who is it?"

He said, "Angad." As Raul handed Kripa his blackberry. Kripa walked out, of the ward and into the hallway.

"Hi."

"Hey. Congrats."

"Thanks." Kripa paced back and forth.

"Um, what do you guys want for dinner?" Angad asked as causally, as possible.

"Dinner?"

"Yeah. You know I just can't let my friend starve." Angad chuckled, "Nor my little sister, slash, soon to be sister in law, nor my cousin brother."

"Oh, um, Japanese? Chicken Teriyaki? I guess." Lord, why was this man, so seductive?

"Great. I'll be there around, 7:10."

"Awesome. I'll be waiting." Damn, Kripa, wanted to so badly bang this man that she didn't even care of the results.

"Okay, then." Shit, why does this happen, why am I struggling for words, why does do I understand her without wanting to?

"Yeah, later." She pressed her lips together in frustration and awkwardness, and rolled her eyes.

Angad felt aderline rush through his head, "Kripa, um, take care."

"I will." Angad hung up. Kripa listened to the dead tone before she pressed end.

Angad banged his head against his black cherry wood desk. "Ugh,"he groaned. Angad disgusted himself. 'Lame, lame, dude.' He repeated. He hesitantly, picked up the phone and pressed 2, "Rosy."

"Yes, sir," Rosy's voice was shaking, her boss, had called her. She shuffled her feet around, her pencil skirt made her it hard for her to trace her Prada shoes underneath the desk.

"Please, have a Japanese Chicken Teriyaki, for 5, To Go, ready, and hot by 6:40. Thank you."

"Yes, Mr. Khanna." Rosy replied by twisting her hair into a bun, and slicing a pen to hold her dirty blonde hair in place.

Kripa smiled, at the sight of her sister and Raul. They were lovely and so intense. She tip toed across the room and slipped out of the room in a sleek manner like the devil's child. She brought her arms around her, and hugged her self in comfort. They were together, and her sister still had a 40% cancer rate to fight. She held her self in comfort, once more. She looked pass New York Harbor, and upon the horizon.

She walked out, closer hospital balcony and watched the sun drown into the ocean and thought, 'the sun sunk only to rise again, an end is a beginning but a beginning is never an end.'

"Life," she sighed.

"Their love is at the youth, it will mature, and this beginning will not end." She pivoted. Kripa admired the man to her right. His voice was husky, and deep, he needed to shave, his skin vibrated against the pain striped black suit and light pink shirt. His eyes, most of all attracted her, the hard firmness and maturity of the grayish-brown eyes.

"Angad." She inhaled.

"Kripa." He exhaled.

Words were lost and deep as the sapphire ocean, ahead. Their hearts were as big as the sun that sunk. Their foolishness was the measure of the lavender-pink sky. They were gone, so far, that even God could not help them, at this point. Yet, the gullies gulped and prayed, forever they are, they shall stand beside each other, through poverty, sickness, and well health, till death, do them apart.

Writers Note: AH! YAY! I meant the deadline! ahhh! im so happy. so one request COMMENT! are you all just proud of me? thanks for the comments last time. i loved each and everyone of them. i think that was the longest part i have ever written! amazing. it's it?

grt part..yay....simran ain't that sick anymore...cont. soon

one word...SHORT...lmao ishu that was way to short hun...im not pleased but im glad you atleast updated and that too soon....simran is not going to die..ahahah i can finally party...thank you for not killing the poor soul...please continue sooner 😃 😃