?Chapter Five
He started the fire and walked to the window. "I lost my mom when I was ten and I never even knew who my father was. I asked and she never told me. But I was happy with her. She gave me an average life. I was so young Kripa, but I knew everything she went through to give me what I wanted. So many hard hours working, I stopped asking." He turned around and looked at her. She looked so perfect sitting in the middle of his bed, surrounded with silk sheets. He wasn't willing to give it up. He wasn't sure if he could survive after giving her up. "She died in a bus accident."
"I'm sorry." She had lost a parent herself, but she still couldn't relate. She didn't know what else she could say. She slid out of bed and crossed to him. He smiled. She was wearing her skimpy silk shorts in a pearl color and a loose pink top in silk as well.
"I was too." He turned to look at the water with her. "I was shoved into a forester home, one after another. I kept running away they kept catching me. I didn't want to live with people who didn't love me, Kripa. By the time I was sixteen they couldn't catch me anymore. I was too fast to be caught, to smart for it. I was in New York and I worked in bars, cleaned, served.. It sounds like a movie."
"It was your life." She countered and tipped her head back to look at him. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but she knew she had to wait.
"Yeah. I was working at a bar, singing now, on Friday nights, when Prithvi first met me. We fought the first time we met. He was a year older than me, and there with a fake ID, and he was very drunk. He shoved me for being in his way and I took a swing back. He was drunk, but still stronger than me. I landed in the hospital with a few broken ribs on the right side."
"Ouch. He deserved that broken jaw and nose then." She slid her arms around his stomach then, for herself, fingers brushing ribs that were once broken.
"His mom actually really loved me. It was Illegal to be working in a bar at sixteen to begin with. They turned me into the authorities, and I was set to be given to another couple. It ended up being Prithvi's parents. His mom loved me so much, Kripa. I couldn't understand when I became brothers with Prithvi. A few years later we moved here. I went to school, got a degree in music. My second year of college Prithvi's mom died. It left me heart broken. I was so upset. She was the only woman in my life I'd loved since my mother and I blamed her for just leaving me like that. Then I was out of college and Prithvi was nagging me about trying music in Hollywood. I listened."
"So maybe he was good," she mumbled.
"He was. I was finishing my first album and I met Sonya at the grocery store on New Years day. Prithvi wanted beer and he send me in. She was a cashier. She was asking for my autograph and I found myself asking her to coffee. We went out for almost a year before I realized I was in love with her. She was quite, a little shy. She would make a perfect wife. Someone I could spend my life with. She was alone, so was I. She started living with me, but we weren't physical yet. She had dinner on the table before I came back, even when we weren't married. She cared."
Kripa realized she was none of that. Quite or shy, she couldn't put dinner of the table. "So you married her."
"Yup. It was the stupidest thing I could have done. I loved her, but it wasn't passionate like love should be in a marriage. I made love to her maybe five times in the one year we were married. We didn't love each other, Kripa. We had become pals because we could relate to each other. We never fought. We had such a cold relationship. I couldn't have imagined to yank her into a kiss like I did with you yesterday. We were cold. And I realized for the first time that just because you don't fight with someone, doesn't mean you love them. Fighting is important, I think. We always listened to each other, never fought if we disagreed. It was a cold relationship."
"Everyone said you were cheating on your wife."
"I wasn't." He turned to her and took her shoulders. "You would have to believe me, Kripa, I wasn't. I would have never. She said she believed me, but I knew she didn't. She was pregnant, she carried to a five month term, then she miscarried. I had been so excited, Kripa. I though it might work. But, it didn't."
"I'm sorry." She rubbed her hand over his arm. "I don't know what else I could say."
"Hell, I don't even know why I'm telling you all this, Kripa. Anyways. We stayed together for about four months. We were mourning and we didn't turn to each other. Not once. She filed for the divorce. I had only began to thought about it. Six months later, she was married again. She has two children now. It left me wounded. I feel like it was my fault. That I didn't try hard enough to keep our marriage. I mean she's happy with her husband now. She has children."
And, what do you have, Angad? She though. Why don't you let yourself have something, someone? "It's very normal for women to miscarriage the first time, Angad. Mom miscarried twice before she finally had Dev. She had already had me. It didn't break my parents apart. Dev is nineteen and my parents are still together."
"They loved, no they still love each other." He shoved his hands thought his hair, frustrated. "Have you ever noticed how your parents are together?" She looked at him confused. "You take it for granted. They way they sit together and your dad puts his arm around her shoulder. Or how she leans on you dad. They way he touches her hair. And, she knows it, Kripa. Your mom knows he's doing that and it's so natural. Not just them, even your sister. Her and Raj, they share so much love. I sound like a desperate girl."
She laughed and taking his face reached up to kiss his forehead. "Honey, you're anything but a girl. I mean your face is so dangerous. And, God, your body…"
"Alright." He chuckled and dragged her against him and locked her arms around her. "I don't know what I'm going to do without you in four months."
She rested her cheek over his heart. You won't have to, she promised. I won't let you. "Angad." She tilted her head back and brushed her lips over his jaw.
"Yeah?" He brushed her hair off her face.
"I'm sorry I hit you. It was… impulsive." She smiled at him apologetically. "I was upset about what you said. It was harsh."
"I know. I was mad. Tell me something." He unclipped her hair. His hand buried in it. They both heard the clip fall. "Will you kill me if I kissed you again?"
"Never."
"I want to make love to you, with you, this time. Will you let me?" He slid his hands down her neck and up again to cup her face. She offered and her eyes closed before he touched anywhere else. Here was the gentleness that she had always wanted from him, Kripa realized as he brushed his knuckles against her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was just looking at her. "Angad." It was only a whisper as she closed the distance herself and pressed her lips against his.
He laughed. "You're always so eager. I told your mom to keep you with her tonight. I was sure you were going to kill me once we got home."
She pressed her lips against the skin that was exposed under the shirt buttons she had just opened. His flesh was warm, just like him. With one hand, she traced the indent over his heart, kissed it as well, still wondering why it was there. "I'm glad she didn't listen." She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, half the shirt open, and pressed her lips to his heart, over the scar a second time, lingered, flicked her tongue over the skin as if soothing the pain. The indent looked almost like a bullet had passed him.
"You remind me of a warrior." Smiling, she tipped her head up, her fingers still undoing the rest of his buttons one by one. She took her time to open them, to touch him. She had been desperate for him last night. Now, she knew he was desperate for love. She wanted to give it to him in any way she could. This was just as good a start.
"A warrior?" He lowered his mouth to her forehead. Lips brushing her temple, her cheeks, the corners of her mouth. Here was the gentleness she deserved, he thought. The gentleness he had always wanted to show her. He slid his hands away from her hair and skimmed them down the silk of her shirt.
"Hmmm." She stepped forward pressed herself against him. Silk against flesh. "You have a body made of steel. A face ready for war." Still looking at him she skimmed her fingers over his cheekbones. "You're beautiful."
He laughed and swept her up. "Beautiful?"
"Beautiful." She wrapped his arms around his neck and brought him down with him as he laid her down over the silk. "You're beautiful and I-" She groaned when his fingers slid under her shirt and brushed her skin. Dipped over and roamed to her back.
"You what?" He asked as he flipped open a button from the back of her shirt.
"Nothing." She couldn't tell him she loved him now. Not yet. She tilted her face to give him access to the side of her throat. His fingers were rubbing over the delicate skin of her forearm. His lips traveled down her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm to the hand that was fisted over the pillow. He brushed the inside of her elbow again, the center of her forearm. Then her wrist. Her pulse was beating there like a drum. He rubbed his lips over the soft skin before sliding over to kiss the heel of her palm. He eased the fingers open and pressed his lips to the slightly damp palm, moved up to her fingers, kissed each finger one by one. Then he turned her hand around and worked his way back to her neck.
"I won't hurt you this time." He played with the strap of her top, nudged it aside, kissed her shoulder again.
She lifted her limp arms and framed his face with her hands. "You could never hurt me. You never did," she whispered. "Kiss me again, Angad. I feel like I've waited for you all my life." Finally, he lowered his mouth to hers and took. He rolled so she lay over him and undid the buttons on the back of her top. When he could run his hand over her back without barriers, he turned again so she was pinned under him again, and slid the silk away.
She gasped and floated as his hand slid down and he toyed with the waistband of her shorts. Kripa opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. It glowed from the candle light. He was so patient, so gentle she began to think it would be days before he finished making love with her.
Then, still taking his time he kissed her stomach and up with devastatingly slow kisses. It was like last time but different. So much more to offer here, to give. To find and to lose. She wanted to give and take, find and lose with him. Him and no one else.
Hands fisted over the black silk sheets she looked into his eyes. They'd gone smoky like an early morning fog after a rainy night. There was danger in them. There was romance in them.
"You're killing me, Angad."
His smile came slowly and small. His lips barely curved, the slightest lift at the corner of his mouth, as he slid into her like silk. Kripa arched against him and her eyes closed.
Angad opened his eyes when he felt Kripa trembled beneath him. He shifted his face away from her neck and lifted his face to look at her. "Kripa? Are you crying?"
"No." She shoved him away and turned to pressed her face into the pillow. "No."
"Yes you are." Appalled, unsure what he had done wrong, sure he had hurt her, he turned her and made her look at him. Oh, yes. She was crying. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, Angad." She sniffed and thumbed the tears away. "I'll be right back."
"Not you wont." He grabbed her face and made her look at him. "Did I do something wrong? Are you hurt." She looked at her and searched for bruises and made her hoot with laughter.
"No. No" She pulled him down and wrapped his arms around him. "I just… I feel loved."
"Damn woman." He lifted her face. "Next time I'll trash you a few times. Hit you head against the wall. Would that be better?"
"Angad!"
"I'm not going to fight with you right now." He rubbed his lips over her forehead and made her sigh. "Now tell me seriously why were you crying."
"I told you. I felt loved and I felt like I would be cherished." She brushed her fingers through his hair. God, she loved that head of hair. She could spend hours and hours just playing with it. "No one could have made me feel what you did." He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say to her.
"Are you hungry?" He glanced at the clock. "It's after midnight. We had dinner around seven."
She frowned as she watched him roll out of bed and tug on his pants. What that all he could say? If she was hungry? Frowning, she sat up and tugged the sheets around her. She was about to grab his shirt when she decided against it. She got up and with the sheets still around her, she blew the candles out, and she walked down to the living room and started a fire under the mantle. From the bar she picked two long flutes and from the small fridge got out champagne. Angad was setting up a plate of crackers and cheese when she walked in with the flutes. He cocked a brow at her attire of black silk. She looked sinuous. She made him crave for more than just what was under that silk. She made him crave for who was under that silk, for the heart that was hidden under the silk. He wanted to have that heart, he thought and forced himself not to feel what he was. They weren't meant to be together. It was sex, just sex and nothing more. And, he knew he was lying to himself. He'd said that he wanted to make love with her. To her. If that was the only way he could have her, he'd take it. For now. If later things changed, he knew he would be more than happy to keep her. Forever.
"What exactly are you wearing under that?" He lifted the cracker to her lips.
"I don't know." She gave him the flute. "Maybe you can find out later on."
"A woman after my own heart." But he set the flute and the plate aside and wrapped his arms around her, pressed his face into her shoulder. "I don't regret a single minute of this marriage, Kripa."
She rolled her eyes, why couldn't he just say the three simple words? "Good for us." She pursed her lips, trailed a nail down his spine. Maybe if she kept reminding him that it was going to be over in four months he'd get scared and tell her he loved her. "No one regrets a minute with me." She slanted her head to look at him, wiggled her eyebrows. "I started a fire in the living room. Why don't we sit there and eat?"
He drained his glass of champagne. "Are you really that hungry?" When she nodded he grinned. "Darn, so I am." He yanked her against him. "For you."
"Oh, my." She said and let herself be savaged a second time.
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Kripa shifted with the sun slanting on her face through the slightly open curtains of the living room. She groaned, shifted, and pressed her face against the side of Angad's chest. There was no way she could have woken up when she had gone to sleep at five in the morning after having a full meal in front of the fire with Angad. No one had ever cooked for her five in the morning. Well, Angad had. Eyes closed, sleep vanished, she smiled. Angad had done so much she couldn't have imagined for herself before.
Knowing she couldn't sleep again, she opened her eyes and lifted her head to look at Angad. It was the first time she had woken-up to find him still sleeping beside her. Content with the feeling of waking up beside him, she rested her head on his shoulder. Well, she'd never slept on the rug, in the living room either after hours of love making.
And she had thought she had done everything in her life.
Realizing for the first time there was more to life than adventures, she looked at the fireplace. There was so much more to life than having money and luxuries. So much more love than that just of your parents and siblings and friends. The love that mattered the most was of the man who you were destined to spend you life with. She believed it was Angad for her. She sat up and looked around the living room for her cloths. She had been wearing her sheets since she had walked down from the bedroom she realized. Grinning, she looked at Angad. She had two choices, she decided. Either she could walk into her room with the sheets or leave Angad sleeping here with the sheets. She was sure he wasn't going to appreciate the first one. She pressed her hand to her chest to secure the sheets when Angad shifted to his stomach.
Well, there was no choice. Sighing, she got up and with the silk around her and giggled like a foolish girl as she watched Angad sleep so peacefully. She dashed upstairs and came back with a pillow and a blanket. Sliding the blanket under his head, she covered his naked body with the quilt. Feeling too much in love, she shifted her head on the pillow so it was opposite Angad, she kissed him while he slept. When he made a sound in his sleep, she smiled and realized he hadn't slept this peacefully in a very, very long time. She could see it on his face.
"I love you," she said and kissing his forehead before she went to take a shower.
She showered thinking about Angad. Then she dressed still thinking of him and everything they had talked about the night before. The quite and quick dinner he had cooked her. It was almost a pre-morning snack. He was so fascinating when he opened up. When he decided to share who and what he was. All the encounter he had to face, the funny ones and then sad ones. It surprised her when he told her that he had went to Princeton University to get an MBA before he changed his mind and changed his major to music. A smile tugged at her face as she thought about again. She could imagine him sitting behind a large oak desk, in a large leather chair, a cigar in his mouth, working senseless over contracts and deals. She could imagine a pair of horn rim glasses on his nose. It was scholarly sexy. Then again, Angad Khanna could be anything he wanted. She sighed and creamed her legs from the pot that she hadn't succeeded in breaking during her tantrum the night before.
He hadn't mentioned Sonya or his past life again all night. He had seemed happy and she had been exuberated to watch him grin time and again, laugh with her, frown with her, love with her. They had argued like they always did. Kripa knew she would be worried the day her and Angad stopped arguing, it was so essential to their lives.
Other than that, she also knew he loved her. She saw it in his eyes. She felt it in the way he had absently kissed her hair even once in a while they had lain awake at night not able to sleep, in each others arms. She sensed it when they sat across each other at the small table in the kitchen and he reached over to tuck her hair behind her ear. Or just brush his lips over her hand, play with her fingers. But she knew he wouldn't tell her. He was afraid to love again. He thought if he loved and attached himself it would end up in a disastrous state. It had started from his mother's death, followed by Prithvi's mothers death. Then he had lost his baby and then his wife. She wasn't sure what the love was that he had shared with Sonya. But losing her had left a mark on his heart and soul that said, it had been his fault. He was sure it was his fault because now Sonya was happy and with two children. She wanted to tell him it wasn't. That he wasn't meant for Sonya. That had been nothing more than a trial. What he was afraid to share with Kripa was for life.
Sighing, Kripa tugged on her cloths and went downstairs again. He had seemed to like the fact that Sonya could cook for him. With a frown she placed her hands on the polished wood of the stairs. Maybe it was time she learned and tossed that gift of burning away for good. Nikki would help her, so would her mother. Hell, even her father could cook. Of course if she let Angad know that she wanted to cook he would definitely oblige him. Maybe she could start with just cooking a simple breakfast. How hard could it be to do it alone? She didn't mind eating burnt eggs and toast, she told herself. He probably would when he was used to decent cooking. Heck, excellent cooking.
Determined, she found the plain white apron and to add an affect she plopped on the chief's hat. Later, she knew she would go look up some nice culinary schools and enroll herself.
Angad shifted to his back again and blinked against strong rays of sun that were washing through the high windows of his house. Thinking Kripa would still be sleeping beside him he reached for her. When he found himself patting his hand on the deep run, and then the cold tiles of the floor, he opened his eyes and found himself alone on the rug. She had waken up before him? Amused at himself and her, he looked at the clock and saved himself from a heart attack. One? How could it possible be one in the afternoon. He sat up and rubbed his face before he grabbed his jeans.
He followed the smell of food, a little burnt he thought, into the kitchen. Kripa was standing behind the stove with her stupid silk shirts and a fitted sand-colored shirt. And the apron made her look… homely. Almost wifely.
His wife.
The chief's hat gave her a little dramatic look. He watched her struggled to flip the eggs in the pan, her lower lips caught between her teeth. Such concentration, he thought with a grin. But why was she cooking? Probably because he had slept too long and she was hungry.
Whatever the reason, Angad thought, it brought him such wired, such unknown pleasure to see her standing in his kitchen, cooking.
When she had finished cooking the eggs, just a little burnt at the ends, she transferred it into the plate and found him standing in the doorway, just watching her. He was standing in just jeans, snug at his hips, unbuttoned like always. It made her smile.
She turned the burner off and smiled at him, wiped her hands on the apron. "Hi. I was just going to come and wake you up." She crossed to him and reaching up brushed her lips over his. "It's kinda late for breakfast." She wrinkled her nose. "But I guess we could skip lunch and just have a very late breakfast. Why don't you go up and shower? I start the coffee if you want. I could do that without screwing it up."
She stopped smiling when she noticed the perplexed look on his face. "Hello? Anyone home?"
"You made breakfast for me?"
"Hmmm. Yeah. Don't you want any?" Disappointment hit first, she waited for the anger to come but it never did. "If you don't, it's okay. I was just wasting time."
He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her long, slow, deep. So warm. It was a kiss that could steer a dead soul. She lifted her hands to his shoulder for balance because her world had titled before spinning. When he drew away, she was still too dazed to open her eyes. She made a sound and neither one of them was sure what it was. "I'll make sure I cook every morning," she managed after a while.
"Kripa." He lowered his forehead on hers and yearned to say the words to her. They could be so simple, but he was afraid that he wouldn't hear them back. He knew, like she did, he sensed, like she did, that she loved him. But deep in him, he was scared. Scared that one mistake could spoil everything. He knew he had spoiled it with Sonya and now he was glad. He would have never found her if he hadn't. He kissed her forehead. "I'll go shower and then we'll eat."
"Angad." She caught his hands before he could leave. She was just as terrified as he was. "I… I should start the coffee, you want some right?"
"Sure." He gave her hands a quick squeeze and left her in the kitchen.
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As days turned into weeks, their love grew and they knew it when they looked at each other. Kripa knew he needed love so she made sure they had dinner with her parents a few time. She invited them over a few times. She could see that Angad was very comfortable with both her father and her brother, but with her mother he kept his distance. It was almost like he was scared to express his love to Kajal, as he was to express his love for Kripa. His love for Kajal and Kripa was so different. Two boat in two different oceans. He stayed at the shore of both the relationships. He laughed with Kajal and talked to her. But the second he remembered that she wasn't his mother but Kripa's, he backed off. She felt it, Kripa had witnessed and she wished she could tell him Kajal wasn't going to hurt him or leave him. No one was anymore.
Kripa felt incredibly sad for the boy who he had been and the man he had forced himself to become. He only gave himself the things that he could see, nothing he could feel. Never anything he could keep for good. He ran from emotions, unless it was anger. She felt it when they were together. He would get so comfortable when they made love and he'd talk to her, just hold her, hour after hour. All night sometimes. But then in the next moment she would find him pulling away.
And, God it stung to watch him pull away suddenly. But, Kripa wasn't ready to give up. She let him have his way when he pulled away suddenly. For now. She was determined that one day he would never pull away from her.
Kripa sighed, as she heard the piano bleed from the room downstairs to her room. It was choppy right now. She heard him stop and then start again. Wondering why he was struggling, Kripa tugged the hair brush through her hair one last time and then went downstairs.
She watched him scribble out notes from the sheet and add some, then play them out and modify them. He was dedicated when it came to work. In fact, he was dedicated in anything he did in anything he did. She slid into the bench beside him and looked at the notes, then at him. He was so engrossed with his work, it was almost as if she wasn't sitting there. Glancing at the clock across the room, Kripa sighed. The man has been working non-stop for almost four hours, it was time he stopped.
To gain his attention, Kripa brushed her fingers along the side of his hair.
"Hmmm?" He didn't look at her and starched the notes on the sheet.
A little annoyed, Kripa snatched the pencil from his fingers. "You're done for tonight."
"Kripa!" When he looked at her she was beaming at him with her eyelashes fluttering expertly. Angad groaned and set the music sheets away and turned to her. "What do you want?"
"You to be sleeping." She shifted closer and wrapped her arms around him. "You've been sitting in here forever now."
"Hmmm." He stood up and then scooped her up. "I have to finish the song by Friday."
"And, Friday is three days away, Slick." She kissed his forehead. "Three days is a lot of time," she informed as he set her down on the bed. "Angad!" She grabbed his shirt when he began to leave again. "You are not leaving to work anymore. You are done. Finished for today." Still tugging she pulled him down over her. "Sleep."
He chuckled and kissed her. "Okay. If I can to change I'd sleep easier. Should I go change?"
"Fine." She turned as he walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open behind him. "Angad I was thinking about a little get together at home before the release next Friday. The crew, a few friends."
"If you want to." He tugged on a white shirt over his sweats and walked back into the room. He didn't want to tell her how wired he felt to know she would arranging a get together at his home. It all seemed so intimate. Every time he saw her struggle in the kitchen. When she invited her parents over. When they cooked together and ate right out of the dish they had cooked in together. Or the times when he came home after a long day and she was there to hold on to, to make love to, to talk to. Every time he went to talk a shower and she fiddled around the bathroom and spoke with him. It all felt so normal. He couldn't remember the last time he had spent a month so peaceful and so normal.
He slid in beside her and smiled when she turned to rest her head on his chest. Oh, yes, he hadn't had a month so normal in a very long time. "Why don't you start by making a guest list. We'll take care of the menu and stuff together." He turned so their faces were parallel to each other. "Kripa?"
"Yeah?" She was already calculating the menu and guests in her head. It would be her first get together. And, very exciting.
"Nothing." He pulled her against him and held her tight and kissed her hair. I love you, he thought as he closed his eyes. "Good night."
"Good night. Angad." She tipped her head back and looked at him. "We have two months of out marriage left."
"I know."
"I don't want it to be two more months." Panic tightened in his stomach as he looked at her.
"But-"
She pressed her finger to his lips. "I want it to be forever. I don't want to wake-up one day and know that it's my last day with you." Baffled with herself, the things she had just said, she sat up. She turned to him and framed his face with her hands. "I love you, Angad. I want to grow old with you and I want to watch all our children grow up. I love you." She said again.
He was too shocked, too scared to say anything to her. He knew she was waiting for him to saw something. "I…"
"You don't have to tell me." She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulders. "I thought I should let you know."
"Give me time." He whispered.
"All the time you need." They laid down again and Kripa wrapped her arms around him again. "Just know you're stuck with me for life." Amazed that she had told him, she pressed her hand to his heart. She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist, clung like child and laughed. "I never thought I'd tell you so soon."
He sighed with her and skimmed his hands over her silk boxers, down her thighs. "I've been meaning to ask you something, Kripa." When she only made a sound it made him laugh. "Why do you were silk boxers."
"Oh. It's one of those luxury things." She looked up at him. "Do you mind?"
"Oh, no. By all means, continue to wear all the silk you want. I love to take them off you." Leaning over he nuzzled her neck. "Kripa, I'm scared to tell you what I feel."
"I know you are." She pressed her lips against his neck. "I know, don't worry about it. One of these days you're going to have to tell me you love me." Heaving a sigh, Kripa slid her arms up to his shoulders to kneed the tension away. "And when you do I won't leave you. I'll never leave you, Angad. I love you, and it's not going to disappear if I leave you. It's not what I had with Prithvi. God knows what that was, but I know what I feel for you is stronger."
"Good." He brushed his lips over her brow and then over her mouth. "That's very good."
"Isn't it?" Excited she pressed an absent kiss against their linked hands. "Oh, and I think it's time we went on that honeymoon every married couple goes on."
"Jeez, Kripa. You just had a vacation in Greece."
"Yeah, without you. Now, it's time we have one together. And, just in case you wanted to know I want children."
A little amused with her, he rolled so she was pinned under him. "How many?"
"Two." She brought his face down and kissed his forehead. "I love you," she repeated. "I love you, I love you." And, sighing, her arms tight around him, she slept. And, while she slept, Angad spend a long night thinking about what had just happened.
So, I'm making up for the late delay! I'll have SL on this time tomm... that 11:30 my time at night! Check it out... I have two parts left here and like 6-7 in SL then i'm not writing anything for a week or so and I'll start my FF... Or, I'll post promos and CA's and stuff but i wont write and post a part for a week!
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