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Angad got a hint of fright in her eyes besides that she had maintained her composure well enough. He spoke to her right in front of her face, 3 inches away now, with a steady tone and a slow steady speed 'You know you're a woman. And I am a well-built up man. So don't try to ever play battles with me to see who's stronger.' He saw confusion built up in her eyes, the fright still there, and then he continued after a brief pause 'Try to push harder next time!'


He saw her shoulders relaxed a bit, no more fright in her eyes. She thought to herself 'Lagta hai gusse toh nahin hai lekin…what on earth he's on about……now?'


He saw the confusion was still there. He knew how to clear that even because he had observed the way she behaved throughout the time when she was around since they first met on the road.


He winked.


Then grinned when a sudden blank expression reached her face which lasted for less than a second but he was fast as well, he started walking up the escalator right after the instant he had winked.


He felt realization drawn upon her behind him. He chuckled. He turned to glance back just before he reached the next floor; his eyes widen 'Oh boy, she's not entirely what I thought she was!' he told himself under his breathe.


He started running.


She ran behind him, furious than ever.


He reached the next long escalator and ran up the escalator stairs. She wasn't far behind.


They looked like two children fooling around. But since they weren't children, people assumed the girlfriend was running behind her boyfriend due to something which he'd done to her to make her mad. Not to forget, some thought it was cute.


Angad had to get on the small escalators next since the long ones were situated somewhere behind and he hadn't got the time to search for them in case the lady behind might catch up.


Angad shouted aloud, while running, so that she could hear 'Kripa, can't you stop for once?'


Kripa answered back shouting while running after him 'What makes you think I should?'


Angad replied shouting 'Well you just should since you are supposed to be a young DECENT lady…'


<Capital letters in the above and below paragraph means that the word had been emphasized on.>


Kripa interrupted him shouting back 'What makes you think I'M SUPPOSED to be? I AM one, get it?'


Angad looked behind for once to see how much distance was between them 'You wouldn't be running like that if you were one. Besides…' he pointed at her shoes when he stopped running for a brief moment considering the fact that she was behind him but not too close '…you are wearing heels.' He grinned. He started running while she chased him. He was not heading towards any escalators now but towards the crowded areas. He was about to get in the crowd when he heard her yell in pain behind 'Ouch….!'


He paused to turn back to see her falling down, her heels had got slipped somehow. He went to her a little worried but relaxed when he saw her fuming face. At least he wouldn't have to feel guilty when considering the expressions on her face. She wasn't in great pain; she could ignore the pain since it was a small one only. He was surprised that even after falling she didn't care about the little pain she must have been feeling but was still furious at him. She was sitting on the ground massaging her ankle at the moment to get ready to get up. He bent down low so that he was in front of her almost as if sitting in front of her, but he wasn't sitting, he had just bent low enough so hat they leveled. He grinned at her. She looked at him furious.


Angad: So finally gave up, lady?


He smirked.


Kripa snapped: What makes you think that, mister?


He raised his right eyebrow in amusement and smirked.


Angad: I like th…


He couldn't continue since he had to straighten up to start the exercise again. She started running after him. He told himself 'Why can't this girl just give up?'


He wasn't fast this time since she got him.


She got hold of his jacket from behind had steered him around so that he faced her. He grinned to himself 'The girl's definitely got something.' he told himself in his head. She felt awkward now since she didn't know what to do, he noticed the awkwardness she felt and smirked and stood there waiting for her to continue whatever she'd liked to have done to him. He knew she wouldn't do something since they were strangers; barely knew each other. She glanced behind him for a second then immediately looked else where and left his jacket to his amazement.


To add more to his amazement, she smiled, as if nothing had happened, and asked in a calmer tone WITHOUT any sarcasm 'Chale?'


He was stunned by her sudden change in behavior, they started walking, and he followed her, still in a daze, wondering 'What happened to her?'


They had just walked a few steps ahead when someone called Kripa from behind.


'Kripa?'


Kripa looked behind to see her mother walking towards them and calling them. She put on an innocent face. Angad realized the cause of her sudden change of emotions. He smirked thinking how he could pull the innocent cover off of her face.


Gayatri: Main tum dono ko kaab ki dhun rahi hoon? Kahan the tum dono abhi tak?


Kripa glanced at Angad to make sure he wasn't saying anything: Mummy woh bas…


She started but to her surprise Gayatri interrupted saying 'Choro us baat ko, upar chalo. Kripa maine tumhare liye kuch kapre (clothes) pasand kiye hai. Tum dekh lo woh chaiye ya kuch aur, aur saath mein tumhe unhe try bhi toh karma hai. Uff…Kripa tum bohot time lagati ho try karne mein jaldi upar chalo, mujhe jana bhi haina.'


Kripa followed her mother to the 10th floor, they were on the 9th floor then, Angad trailed behind.


The 10th floor hardly had a few shops. At most, there were only 3 big shops there. The whole floor was occupied by 3 shops only. They went into one of the stores.


Gayatri went to the shop assistant.


Gayatri: Excuse me, maine jo teen (three) suits pasand kiye the, woh dekhaiye zaara.


Shop assistant: Ji, madam.


The shop assistant took out 3 suits and placed them on a table, in front of her three customers, separately.


Gayatri turned to Angad and Kripa 'Kripa yeh zaara dekh lo, tumhe kaunsa pasand hai?'


Kripa scanned the clothes while Gayatri talked to Angad 'Angad beta, tum bhi dekh lo kya Kripa ko jaj (suit) tha hai kya nahin. Uski help karlo agar bore ho rahe ho.'


Angad smiled warmly 'Theek hai.'


Kripa picked a lengha and a suit 'Mummy mujhe yeh lengha aur suit pasand hai lekin woh wala suit nahin.'


Angad looked at the clothes then asked 'Uss suit mein kya problem hai? Woh wala bhi acha hai.'


He smirked when he saw her narrowing her eyes at him as if saying 'Who the hell are you to decide what I want to wear?' Gayatri was oblivious to this of course, like always throughout the day.


Gayatri: Haan Kripa woh bhi toh acha hai, lekin tumhari maarzi. Agar yeh dono pasand hai toh phir fitting room mein ja ke try karlo.


Kripa was about to go when Angad stopped her by saying 'Ruko.'


His eyes were looking somewhere else; he had been scanning the shop and spotted something. He pointed, to what he was looking at, for Gayatri and Kripa to look that way.


Angad: Woh wala lengha kaise hai Kripa ke liye, aunty?


Gayatri saw which lengha he was pointing at 'Arai Angad, kya baat hai yeh toh wohi lengha hai jo Kripa ne peechli baar (last time) pasand kiya tha. Lekin tab liya nahin kyun ke kaafi kuch le liya tha tab. Haan waise Kripa tu aaj yeh bhi le lay (get it/ buy it) agar ab bhi pasand hai.'


Angad grinned at Kripa when he learnt that it was her choice as well whereas Kripa just ignored him and wondered 'Pasand toh hai mujhe aaj bhi lekin……iss masibat ki bhi yehi choice hai. Kya karoon? Buy karoun ya na karoun? I think I'll try then buy it, iss masibat ki waja se main itne ache lenghe ko kyun sacrifice karoun. I'll go for it, who cares if our choice's the same. I had chosen it long back. It's just a mere coincidence he thinks it suits me as well.'


Gayatri had asked the shop assistant right away and Kripa took all the 3 sets of clothes, one suit and two lenghas, to the fitting room to try them on.


Gayatri went on looking saris for herself. While Angad just roamed around in the shop, looking at dresses. Thinking whether he should get any for his mom and sisters, later he decides against the idea.


Gayatri: Beta, tum bore ho rahe ho?


Angad: Umm….nahin, I'm fine, aunty.


Gayatri smiled. She looked at the time, 15 minutes had passed, and she thought Kripa must have tried something by now. She took a sari with her and asked Angad to come also. On the way she asked how the sari was and he replied 'It's mind-blowing. Aapko yeh zaroor lena chaiye. I think it'll look awesome on you.'


Gayatri smiled at him 'Thanks beta.'


Angad, kept his hands in his jacket pockets on either side, coolly replied 'No problem aunty lekin agar aap mujhe beta maanti hai toh mujhe nahin lagta aap ko mujhe thanks kehna chaiye. After all you are older than me too, and you are just like my mom…'


Gayatri, sighed happily with a happy smile when he got on his lecture and was continuing on and on, interrupted calming him down even though he had been just talking normally but he wasn't stopping at all 'Theek hai beta. Next time nahin bholo gi.'


Angad shrugged coolly 'Theek hai after all you aren't supposed to thank us children after all…'


He got interrupted by Gayatri laughing 'Beta theek hai. Okay main next time khayal rakho gi.'


He shrugged 'Main bas appko bata raha tha…'


He got interrupted again 'Theek hai beta. I understand. Next time maine kaha na aisa kuch nahin bholoon gi.'


He shrugged again and this time before he could speak, Gayatri put her hand on his shoulder giggling so that he wouldn't start again and told him instead 'Dekh the hai Kripa ready hui hai ke nahin.'


He shrugged once more but never really realized how he'd make Gayatri laugh and for what. He was confused about that but then just left it aside.


They reached the fitting room corridor and Gayatri stood in front of Kripa's fitting room door.


Gayatri called out 'Kripa, tumne kuch try kiya hai?'


A muffled voice from inside called out 'Haan…..Mummy main….main bas ek minute mein nikal thi ho…one minute wait karo…'


Gayatri sighed and looked helplessly at Angad. Angad just smiled back.


After about five minutes Kripa unlocked the fitting room door and came out wearing a black trouser kameez with a hint of purple in it.





She saw Angad right in front of her, leaning on the wall right opposite HER fitting room, looking at her from bottom to top but not exactly in a way, you know like checking her out, he didn't even gasp when he saw her, not that she was even expecting him to. She looked fine; a decent woman in them, no body could guess she's a lady with such manners he thought to himself. Gayatri exclaimed 'Kripa, tum achi lagti ho isme! Tumhe kaisa lagta hai?'


Kripa frowned seeing Angad but then turned to Gayatri and tried to put on a smile on her face 'Acha hai.' Later she added 'Theek hai. I guess I want it.'


She wasn't all that excited and especially not after she had to see Angad the first thing when she came out.


Gayatri: Angad tumhe kaise lagta hai? Kya Kripa ko yeh suit karta hai?


Angad pretended to think and observe her for a while, he smirked to himself inside when a thought actually came to him but he didn't say that out aloud, yet.


Kripa rolled her eyes when Gayatri didn't look her way, the last thing she needed was HIS advice on what she should wear and what not, she told herself in her head annoyed.


Angad: Acha hai.


That's all he said.


Gayatri showed Kripa the sari she chose for herself 'Kripa yeh kaise hai?'


Kripa looked at it and really liked it for her mother 'Acha hai. Aapko yeh lena chaiye.'


Gayatri smiled 'Angad neb hi yehi kaha tha. Theek hai, pehle mein try kar ti ho.'


Kripa rolled her eyes, when Gayatri looked at the sari herself again, at the first line her mother said. 'Angad. Angad. Angad. Gosh, I'm tired of him.' she told herself in her mind frustrated.


Gayatri was about to go when she stopped and turned to look at Angad 'Angad, kya tum yaha wait karo ge ya phir idhar udar kuch dekh na chaho ge?'


Angad shook his head and smiled 'Yaha par hi wait kar loon ga.'


Gayatri smiled back and went to a fitting room which was a little further away because there weren't any empty fitting rooms near Kripa's fitting room. Kripa also went back to her fitting room right away.


She locked her room. Not even five seconds had passed since she locked her room when someone knocked. She hadn't started changing yet, so she opened the door without complaining. She saw Angad standing there to her horror.


In someway, she was disgusted seeing him, he saw that and smirked.


Kripa (in a clearly annoyed tone): Ab kya hai?


Angad, still smirking, answered 'Waise Kripa, don't you think what you are wearing is actually…' he purposely left the sentence mid-way.


Kripa was a little curious about what someone had to say about the dress she was trying, be it a beggar or a rich man, she had to know everyone's comment before buying a dress, not because she wanted someone to comment how she looked in the dress and all but just in case to know if what she was buying was really worth buying or she could find something better maybe and something like that, so she asked, narrowing her eyes, a little curious but all the same furious as well 'Actually what?'


Angad smirked, he was about to say what he had thought earlier would annoy her, he hoped it would anyway, since it was kind of lame he wasn't sure if she'd get annoyed, but he was going to use each and every chance, to annoy this girl, he could get 'You don't think of something when wearing that?'


Clearly this guy was a nutcase she thought to herself, couldn't he just say it in one line, he was clearly wasting her time 'Just say what you have to say.' 'And fast.' she added later.


Angad: Well when I first saw you wear that, the color combination…


Then he thought of something and added while congratulating himself in his head.


Angad (continuing): ….and the fact that you are wearing it makes it better to wear on a Halloween than someone's wedding!


Kripa jaws dropped. "What?" she screamed in her head.


He chuckled 'Well isn't black and purple also a Halloween color combination?'


She just closed the door, actually slammed it in front of his face to be exact. He congratulated himself again; after all he was successful in annoying her. Again. And why not? Even if it WAS lame, he had annoyed her enough before that a small thing could get her annoyed now even.


She fumed with anger, while changing into the lengha she had loved the last time she visited the shop, and coincidently the guy also liked it, 'What on earth does he even think of himself? If he says something it doesn't mean that it's carved on a stone or anything. He's just a nutcase Kripa, just a nutcase. Well not exactly…a nutcase, all he's trying to do is make you angry. Just try to remain cool next time and act as if you don't even bother about what he says. He doesn't even know his limits!! He barely knows me and he's acting as if I'm his old pal who's used to his joking around and all. Oh how I hate this guy. Angad. Angad Khanna. A total….a total….stupaco! Is that even a word? Stupaco? Whatever! That is what he is: Stupaco!!!'

Originally posted by: iamsmart

awesome part
loved the way angad's trying to annoy her 😆 😆


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sana

Thx.......i guess you'll enjoy the next few parts.........

Originally posted by: amritafan

😆 😆 😆
well 4 times editting ws worth that.it was beautifully written

thx n lol....I guess I'm making a mistake now by editing the next part way too much....I hope the next part sounds the way I want it to......but seriously, in my entire life till date, if there's anything I edited so much, then it's the next part......seriously, no joke, I've edited the next part way too many times, not exactly edit, what I mean by editing is that I made sure there are no mistakes and all....and since I took so much time in posting it.....I try to make it longer....it's the longest part so far in the entire history of Not Decided till date......well hope you all like it since I truly spent many hours on it................and I was a lil' disappointed to not see enough comments after this part......but anyway it's fine....

Originally posted by: meme25

great job........i've been waiting for the update since like forever...lol......awesome part.....can't wait for more!!!!!
continue soon
btw ur a great writer

thx......I know some of you wait so much.....but, I know I delayed but I did the delaying thing later on, before in the begining after I posted that part...I was waiting for comments......

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While Kripa was changing, Angad was whistling some tune outside oblivious to the fact that Kripa could hear it as well and was also getting annoyed. She wanted to scream back but didn't since there were other customers around the fitting room area too, and who knows maybe right next to the one which she's in.

After five minutes, Gayatri came out wearing the sari.

Angad saw her and straightened up himself since he was leaning on the wall. He smiled looking at her. She returned the smile.

Angad: Aunty you look great in the sari.

Gayatri: Tha…

Suddenly she remembered the previous incident around 20 minutes ago and quickly changed to say 'Toh kya main isse buy karloon?' instead of the 'Thank you.' or 'Thank you, beta.'

Angad: Of course aunty. Aap pe yeh kitna acha lagta hai.

Gayatri: Hhmm…theek hai main le leti hoon. Kripa kaha hai?

Angad tilted his head sideway towards Kripa's fitting room door 'Or kaha.' He chuckled when he saw Gayatri sighed.

Gayatri saw Angad laughing silently and smiled.

Gayatri called out to Kripa 'Kripa kitni daer lage gi?'

Kripa replied back 'MuM-mie, of course mujhe time chaiye. I think maybe 25 minutes…'

Gayatri gasped coincidently loud enough for Kripa to hear, she quickly continued, a little defensively now '…main lengha pahen rahi hoon. Mujhe time chaiye na.'

Gayatri sighed; she knew it wouldn't be of any use if she told Kripa to hurry. She looked up at Angad who was compressing his laughter. She chuckled 'Yeh ladki hamesha itna time lagati hai.' Angad felt okay to laugh out loud, so he laughed with Gayatri.

Kripa heard him laughing and got frustrated. 'Gosh. Can't he stop for once?' she muttered to herself. Frustrated, she decided to sit on the sofa inside the fitting room for 2 minutes to rest and cool down.

Gayatri: Angad mein phir change kar leti hoon wapis kyun ke Kripa ne kafi time laga na hai.

Angad: Theek hai aunty. Main yaha wait karta hoon.

She smiled and went back to her fitting room.

Kripa resumed getting ready. Angad resumed whistling but another tune now much to her annoyance. She decided not to listen to anything by concentrating on other things while getting ready. It kind of worked for the time being.

After five minutes, Gayatri came out from her fitting room and walked towards Angad who was leaning back on the wall directly opposite Kripa's fitting room door. He had stopped whistling for the time being.

His eyes were closed so he didn't notice Gayatri there until she, herself, spoke 'Angad beta?'

Opening his eyes, he straightened himself up 'Ji?'

Gayatri explained 'Beta, Kripa ne time lagana hai toh main soch rahi hoon ke main abhi hi pay kardo iss sari ke liye.'

Angad: Theek hai.

Gayatri: Toh phir tum yaha raho ge ke bahar ana chaho ge?

Angad: Main yaha hi reh leta ho. In case if Kripa comes out.

Gayatri: Are you sure? Kyun ke usne apne bataye hui time se pehle to kabhi nahin ana.

Angad nodded not able to hide his small laugh 'Lekin theek hai. Main yaha hi rehta hoon.'

Gayatri: Theek hai. Main pay karne ke baad bahar hi rahoon gi thori daer ke liye. Kuch aur dekh leti hoon Kripa ke liye ya apne ke liye.

Angad nodded meaning to say 'Theek hai.'

She smiled and walked away.

Ten minutes had passed by. He was getting bored doing nothing.

Kripa was still getting ready when someone knocked on her fitting room door startling her.

She called out unsure about who was outside 'Who is it?'

The reply came soon enough 'Your stupaco.'

Kripa stopped everything what she was doing frustrated and afraid that if he had heard the whole thing, it was going to be damn embarrassing for her now to face him but she isn't to be blame either it was his fault anyway.

Angad had grinned when he replied. When no response came he figured the need to explain to her 'I heard the last bit.' He grinned, standing outside her fitting room door 'This is what he is: stupaco.' She relaxed on the other side of the door. At least she wouldn't feel embarrassed or anything now. She still didn't say anything so he went on 'Well nice name, huh! Is it for me?' he chuckled, loud enough for her to hear. She was getting annoyed again. How badly she wanted to open the door and face him. But couldn't. She wasn't dressed properly yet.

He knew he had annoyed her when he felt the vibration; Kripa had banged the door hard enough to produce a vibration. It was a very strong and thick door, hardly be able to shake but it vibrated, without sound, when Kripa banged the door.

'Kya hai?' she called out in a clearly annoyed tone. She was sure her mother wasn't around since he had said the word 'stupaco' not to mention the word before that which he used with the intention to annoy her: 'your'. He wouldn't have said that if her mother was around, at least that mush she knew.

Angad: I'm getting bored. Aur tum kitna time laga rahi ho. What are you doing there anyway?

Kripa answered back thinking he was clearly a nutcase and what on earth he thinks a person would do inside a fitting room 'Dancing. Why? Want to join?'

Angad was amused with the answer, he decided to play along. He answered teasingly 'Is that even a question. Why not? Open the door I'll come in.'

Right after he finished he felt another vibration with a small sound this time. 'Getting stronger!' he chuckled to himself, she didn't hear it. He wondered to himself while walking away 'Man, this girl gets annoyed pretty quickly.' with a small smile on his face.

He went back to leaning on the wall right opposite her fitting room door. He hummed a few songs in bits. Time passed.

Kripa's fitting room door finally began to unlock. When it opened, Kripa expected to see her mother in front of her door. But she was disappointed to see Angad standing there. When the door had opened, Angad had glanced her way. He hadn't even got a clear glimpse of her when the door slammed shut. He was stunned. All of a sudden only one word was what he could speak only 'Wow.' He straightened himself up, his eyes wide open, and kept saying 'Wow.' 'Wow.' When finally he could say something else too, he wondered still in awe 'WoW. WOW. Wow. What WAS that?'

He kept his voice low 'Wow.' 'Wow. What happened man?' 'Wow!'

Kripa hadn't witnessed his stunned expression. She had simply frowned then slammed the door shut when she saw him leaning on the wall directly opposite her and before he could even glance at her properly enough. She couldn't even hear his Wow-ings.

In the corridor, Angad was still in awe 'Wow man. Wow. Gawd, was that even she? Wow.'

After a few moments, Kripa called out 'Mummy kaha hai?'

He was startled. He replied back uncertain how to answer when he was still in a daze, he wanted to say her mother was outside the corridor but he was about to say wow, still he managed to take the words out right 'Aun…aunty bahar hai.' Later he added after a brief pause, when he had gotten himself controlled over the 'wow' thing, 'Tum time laga rahi thi toh aunty ne socha woh apni liye woh wali sari kareed le, jo unho ne tumhe bhi dekhai thi or saath saath kuch aur bhi apne aur tumhare liye dekh le. Abhi ati hi hoon gi.'

He was standing then just two steps away from her fitting room door. After he finished explaining, he got out of the little daze he had still been in and was surprised that he explained the whole thing to HER even. He shook his head, trying to clear everything odd out of him.

Kripa was just starting to fume when he had said 'Tum time laga rahi thi.' she had thought to herself angrily 'Main time laga rahi thi, so what's his problem, did I ask him to wait outside or what!' when she got surprised that he explained everything, without a hint of annoyance in his tone too. She was surprised that a person, such as him, bothered to explain to the girl whom he made furious, most of the time. She had softened a bit, when he finished explaining, she felt that and was sure that he wasn't annoyed or frustrated when he had been explaining. That was surprising, to her. She felt a little better and thought he wasn't at least THAT much worse maybe. But she was oblivious to the fact that he was in a daze that time and that he too was surprised with himself.

Soon after he had completely gotten out of his daze, he had become his, original, self again.

Gayatri came back. When she saw the closed door, she sighed and looked at Angad 'Kya woh abhi bhi nahin ready hui?'

Angad looked at Gayatri 'Nahin, I mean actually woh ready hai. Usne open kiya tha door ko, lekin aap yaha nahin thi toh woh phir undar chali gayi.'

Gayatri sighed in relief since at least Kripa was ready NOW.

She knocked on the fitting room door from the outside.

Kripa, not knowing who was outside and even if it was Angad, she had unknowingly softened a bit, a bit only though, called out a little politely 'Kaun hai?'

Gayatri replied 'Main hoon.'

Kripa recognized her mother's voice and stood up, she had been sitting on the sofa after she closed the door, and fixed her lengha one last time when her mother called out 'Kripa, ready hogi ho?'

Kripa replied 'Haan.' and opened the door right away.

Gayatri smiled when she saw her daughter in the lengha. She moved backwards to take a good look at the lengha and Kripa in it and Angad moved aside to give space for Gayatri to move backwards.

He looked at Kripa and the lengha. He had seen her before, not properly but he had kind of got an unclear glimpse of her, so he wasn't exactly in a daze again but he was still kind of stunned to see her in the lengha. He began to wonder to himself 'She's…' He didn't know what to think or say and he felt thankful to god that he wasn't hit with the 'wow' disease again.

She saw him looking at her, not checking out though, but still he was looking at her and the lengha up and down and was staring at the lengha and as well as at her too. The softness in her disappeared when she saw him, he didn't quite look as if he had changed or even gave up on annoying her. She just left the thought aside in which she had wondered what'd happened to him. After all he hadn't changed at all. At least he didn't seem to look as if he had changed.

Kripa returned her attention to her mother and soon enough he saw her cheeks radiate with colour. She blushed when her mother praised her.

After a few moments, Gayatri turned sideway to look at Angad. He was standing a little far, hoping he wouldn't interrupt the mother daughter talk.

Gayatri: Angad, tumhe kaisa lagta hai, yeh lengha Kripa ko jaj (suit) ta hai ya nahin?

Angad looked at Kripa, he got an excuse now to stare at her without hiding his gaze from either Kripa or her mother. He needn't need to look at her again but he just wanted to, for his own satisfaction and to annoy her too.

He came a little forward, a thinking look on his face, 'Aunty, do you mind if…' he left the question hanging since it was enough for Gayatri to understand. He had gestured with his hands, not clearly enough since it wasn't needed or even meant to be clear enough, while asking Gayatri.

Gayatri understood that he wanted to adjust something on Kripa. Gayatri didn't seem bothered and gestured him to go on 'Karo jo karna hai beta. Main sure hona chati hoon ke yeh lengha kabil (able) hai Kripa ke liye.'

Angad walked forward, past Gayatri, towards Kripa grinning all the way while Kripa frowned oblivious to Gayatri since Kripa knew he was doing it on purpose.

While he walked, Kripa thought in her mind that how badly she hoped she could scold her mother 'Mummy bhi na. Gosh! I can't believe mummy usse aram se aane de rahi hai.'

He came close enough, then with style he put a hand on her one side, got hold of something, moved his other hand somewhere and then did a magnificent little action with style so that the dupatta was now resting on her head, just like it should on a bride except that she wasn't having a goonghat (Indian brides have their dupatta covering their faces), her face wasn't hidden behind a veil.

He looked at her, slightly mesmerized by her, her beauty……apparently, at the moment, by her everything. But he didn't let her notice that, he winked. Causing her face to turn into an expression of disgust for him. He chuckled but remained standing there.

'Idiot!' she muttered under her breathe. He heard that and smirked.

She looked at him with obvious rage for him and muttered again so that her mother couldn't hear 'Move.'

He didn't budge, that annoyed her. Gayatri had come forward but wasn't quite near enough. She was standing a few steps behind Angad.

Angad didn't want to budge at the moment. That became clear to Kripa when he started to 'fix' her dupatta. Pretending to give her a look in a dupatta styled as per his wish.

She was annoyed when he settled the dupatta one way, and then changed it into another way. After a few more moments, he finally decided on one style then stepped back grinning and winked. Gayatri couldn't see Angad's face but Kripa was now right in front of Gayatri and she couldn't throw a disgusted glance his way even since her mother had stepped front praising her in the lengha and his style, the way he worked on her dupatta on her head.

She let out a small smile for Gayatri to see. It was obvious Gayatri admired the way Kripa had worn her lengha, especially after that hideous Angad had set the dupatta on her head, she had no idea how she was looking then but she was sure not that good with the way Angad had set the dupatta on her head, even if it did look good, there was no way she'd be going like that to the wedding. She can't have the dupatta on her head, it wasn't against any rule or tradition but it's not, she's not, meant to be wearing the dupatta like that. It just isn't the style young guests adopt when going to someone else's wedding. But, she had to admit, it was a good way to check if the lengha she was buying was worth buying. Well when you are going to buy a lengha, an expensive one especially, you should try to set it in numerous ways on yourself to see how good you look from various angles. And this setting was just one of the numerous settings. But she doesn't need it, she knows she looks good in it, there's not even a slightest doubt in there and moreover she loves it, if she loves something it sure isn't a wrong choice, never have it been wrong till date.

Gayatri sighed heartily 'Hye. My god Kripa. Tum iss tarha kitni khoobsurat lag ti ho.'

Not knowing why, she forgot all about Angad and her anger, she got shy and looked down. Her mother beamed. Then slowly she lifted her eyelids and looked past her mother at Angad. For a second there wasn't any rage in her eyes, there was something which he couldn't place it and she didn't recognized herself. Quickly, when she snapped out of something, the rage returned, he noticed that too. But all she could do was narrow her eyes at him. He tried his best to suppress his laughter; he couldn't imagine a girl, in such clothes, looking like an angel, giving him those expressions. It didn't fit in the scene. When she gave him the look, it was just not fitting the scene; everything seemed to look out of place then. He tried his best to control his laughter, and Kripa got irritated with his behavior especially when he had his hand over his mouth to prevent the slightest bit sound from escaping his mouth 'Gosh what's THAT funny even?' she muttered to herself sarcastically but silently which was meant for him if he was near her she could have snapped that at him. 'He's truly one heck of a psycho freak!' she muttered to herself in her head.

After a while, Gayatri went away telling Kripa she'd pick up a heavy gold set for Kripa which her dad had ordered a few days ago from a shop on another floor and she'd come back within 15 minutes. Angad had said he'd stay there. When Gayatri left, Kripa turned to glare at Angad.

'What the hell's your problem?' she hissed so that the lady who'd just come out of another fitting room couldn't hear her.

He chuckled, annoying her when not answering but laughing instead in reply. She kept looking at him annoyed and questioned him at times and all he did was trying to hide his laughter, muffle his laugh by putting his hand on his mouth but still standing like as if he's listening seriously to an important client proposing a contract.

(I hope you get the meaning, he's standing listening to her and is trying not to laugh but it's still obvious he's laughing but he's doing his best to cover it by keeping one hand on his mouth. So while one hand is on his mouth, that hand's elbow is resting above his other hand which's arm is across his chest. Another explanation below if this didn't work maybe that would…sorry if I can't explain the expression/ action well.)

(He had his arms across his chest than he, still having one arm across his chest, had one hand covering his mouth. But still stood like a person listening to someone seriously, muffling his mouth by his hand.)

'You stay out of this. Get it?' she warned him. By that time she was standing near him. Just 12 inches apart.

He just raised one eyebrow in amusement.

Since he hadn't talked for long and remained quiet, she kind of felt that she had control this time and went on with her warnings and scolding. She slowly told him 'If my mother asks you your opinion or anything else about anything, you are not to answer, get it?'

His eyebrow remained raised in amusement.

She continued 'And if you speak a word…' she just pointed her finger at him in warning and not finishing her sentence leaving him to think of anything he wanted to.

She turned to go, when he got hold of her warning finger with his right hand causing her to turn back to look fiercely at him.

He had a calm face, a small smile on his face. 'Is that a way to treat the person who in turn helps you?' he asked her cheekily.

She replied back smartly 'Well mister, you are helping my mother, not me!'

He smiled at that and let her go. She walked towards her fitting room in rage. And was about to slam the door shut, but held it at the last moment possible and closed it making minimum sound possible. He just simply smiled warmly at her rage, for the time being he had left the mission of annoying her and just tried to figure her out, she wasn't this by nature he had observed that. She's just simply angry at the moment and gets annoyed pretty quick otherwise she's not really like that. If a person is the arrogant type, there's a slight hint of it on the face but she, no. She was being arrogant at the moment, true, but it was only because he annoyed her purposely and she was aware of that and couldn't do anything. She seemed to be the soft, fragile, sensitive type, if he hadn't bothered to observe her when she was with her mother, he would have thought she's the type of person who's hard from outside and may or may not be soft in the inside. But Kripa, he thought, she was soft from both sides, in and out. The arrogance she showed wasn't natural but it did have the originality.