After spending countless hours in the office, I finally head home to get ready for my "business dinner" with Angad Khanna as I like to call it. Oh who am I kidding? I bet he has full intentions on interpreting this appointment as a date! Whatever, I guess it's better for me I quickly go upstairs to my room and head straight for my closet. I flip through my clothes rapidly and finally come across a satin black dress. It's elegant, tasteful, and the best part is that it hugs all of my curves in a very flattering manner. I slowly pull it out of my closet and lay it across my bed. I freshen up a bit, before slipping into the silky dress. I headed towards the dresser and start to do my makeup, making sure I make my eyes have that smoky effect. I style my hair in loose curls when I am done with my makeup. I distance myself from the mirror to examine my overall appearance, noting how amazing I look. I place a pearl necklace around my neck when I notice it was bare. When I am close enough to the door, I hear my father whistle at me and then laugh. I slowly turn around, cocking an eyebrow at him as I hear him ask, "Now where is my princess off to in such a rush?" I smile and quickly hug my father replying, "Dad I have a business dinner with Angad tonight, I'll be home soon! Love you!" With that I peck his cheek and leave the house to see a blue and black Bugatti Veyron parked right outside my house. No points for guessing that it is obviously Angad Khanna.
I slowly approach the vehicle and he comes out to escort me inside the car. He is wearing a black suit with a silky black shirt with a few buttons undone. I mentally groan noticing that we match and he looks incredibly hot. God I hate myself for thinking he is hot! What can I say, I mean I do have eyes you know! He looks at me with a grin, "You look phenomenal!" I glance at him before replying, "Eh you look alright! Enough to be seen with me that is!" He opens the door for me while laughing, "Ouch! That was a major blow to my ego!" He walks around the car while I mumble, "You mean your inflated ego, you egotistical maniac!" We then drive towards the restaurant in an uncomfortable silence.
When we arrive at the very expensive restaurant, he grabs hold of my arm and escorts me to the door. I had half a mind to smack him across the face for holding onto me so possessively. I belong to NO ONE! Anyways we are escorted to a table and I try to once again discuss business with him. He casually nods as if he is paying attention, but I know he is definitely not. He starts staring at me again, more so my lips. I mentally smirk at his state. Honestly though I can't blame that guy because I have very irresistible lips. Oh wait yeah I think I can blame him since he should have noticed BEFORE when we were dating! That stupid cow! I shake my head to stop my thoughts from proceeding any further. My eyes begin to wander around the restaurant that is until they land on Prithvi Bose!
No, Prithvi is definitely not an ex-boyfriend, nor a friend for that matter. He is my stalker! Yes, that's right I happen to have my very own personal stalker and trust me when I say this—IT'S NOT FUN AT ALL! He apparently saw me on television and it was, and I quote "Love at first sight" Yea, love at first sight my ***! He started writing letters, emails about how modest I am about creating such a wonderful fashion house on my own and about how much he admires me. At first I thought it was flattering, but then he started making trips down to my office and keeping tabs on places I went. You may ask why I haven't informed the police? Well, I have and that is the reason I haven't seen Prithvi in over a week… until this very moment.
I quickly look back towards Angad as I begin to panic. I swear under my breath, "Oh ****!!" Angad notices my fright and quickly snaps out of his little fantasy dreamland. I notice Prithvi's head turning around the room and instantly I slide under the table. Thankfully there is a long tablecloth covering the circular table, enough to hide my presence from the likes of Prithvi. Angad bends his head under the table and amusedly asks, "Umm…Kripa? What are you doing under the table? Look sweetie this isn't the place for such naughty things! We are in public and it's called self control" I yank the table cloth down hard, which he had lifted with his hand. I whisper back in a harsh tone, "I'm hiding stupid! Get your head out of the toilet!" He pulls the table cloth up again to ask, "From who?"
Just then Angad surprisingly joins me under the table. My mouth drops open, watching him sit under this table in such close proximity to me. To answer his question I quickly peek to see if Prithvi is still waiting to be seated, which he is. I loudly whisper to Angad, "You see that guy over there, in the blue shirt and beige pants… from HIM, Prithvi Bose!" Angad laughs, "Prithvi Bose? Isn't he a photographer or something?" I nod and add, "He is also my stalker! I had to get a restraining order from him! It's not funny STOP LAUGHING!" Angad starts to pant for a breath of air and he continues to laugh. I start whining for him to stop laughing, but can't stop myself from laughing given the situation. He puts his hand out for me to join him back to our seats rather than under the table. I whisper, "What if he sees me?" Angad smirks, "Don't worry, I'll take care of him if he does!" I reluctantly agree and sit in my seat, trying to avoid Prithvi at all costs.
Angad brushes his hand against mine to make me less worried about my little stalker problem. God can this night get any worse… I have to be with this jerk and watch my back from that psycho… what's a girl to do? Angad and I finally give our orders to the waiter, talk about lazy service. We have been here for a while and the waiter shows up now… if I was paying the tip I wouldn't give these slow pokes anything! Angad then gestures me for a dance, while I look at him like he has lost it, "Are you crazy? He will definitely spot me if I dance with you!" Angad shrugs, "Sounds like you're…" I raise my index finger at him warning, "Don't you dare say scared!" Angad leans in towards me whispering in my ear, "Then prove me wrong!" I roll my eyes and place my hand in his replying, "You're impossible!" He just smirks his famous smirk. God I hate that smirk!
We get to the dance floor and he enlaces my hand in his. I place my hand on his broad shoulder, slightly leaning my body towards him since his other hand comes around my back pressing me even closer. The music of the song from Zeher filled the atmosphere.
Our bodies gently sway to the rhythm of the music.
Woh lamhe, Woh baatein,
Koi na jaane,
Thi kaisi raatein,
Hooo, barsaatein,
Woh bheegi bheegi yaadein,
Woh bheegi bheegi yaadein...
I couldn't seem to bring myself to look into those eyes, his eyes.
He didn't remember those precious moments we had spent together,
but I can't ever forget them. That's why I'm where I am today—
alone, heartbroken, and vengeful…
All because of those moments we once shared together…
because I had loved him.
Na main jaanoun,
Na tu jaane,
(aaah)
Kaisa hai ye mausam,
Koi na jaane,
Kahi se hai fizaa aayi,
Ghamon ki dhoop sang laayi,
Khafaa hogaye hum,
Judaa hogaye hum,
I can fee my anger rising, while I bite back my tears as best I can.
I can't let myself dwell on those tears anymore. I know what I am doing is
wrong, but this feeling inside my heart just won't go away… Not until
I at least get my revenge as a form of closure. Sometimes I feel almost dead,
as if I have no feelings at all… Almost like him, but I'm not like him.
I'm nothing like him!
Woh lamhe, Woh baatein,
Koi na jaane,
Thi kaisi raatein,
Hooo, barsaatein,
Woh bheegi bheegi yaadein,
Woh bheegi bheegi yaadein...
I remember that we once got caught in a storm together.
It was raining violently so we took shelter under a tree. Our
eyes met and out lips inched closer to one another. He
kissed me so sweetly, so passionately, that I felt myself grow weak
with his touch. It was my first kiss and it had been with him.
(Hoooo...)
I draw myself away from him and slowly look into his eyes.
He looks back with passion and intensity. I had seen that look in his eyes
many times before, which only reminded me of our past.
Saagar ki,
Gehraayi se,
Gehra hai,
Apna pyaar,
Sehraoun ki,
In hawaon me,
Kaise aayeee-gi bahaar,
Kahan se ye hawa aayi,
Ghataayen kaali kyoun chhaayi,
Khafaa hogaye hum,
Judaa hogaye hum
I remember how he had broken my heart so ruthlessly, so carelessly…
The whole day I had been so happy and so eager to tell him of my
feelings for him, but that was the worse day of my life. I had become
so depressed, so distant from those who had truly loved me…
all because of him. I was so angry with him, at myself
as well for falling for someone like him.
Woh lamhe, Woh baatein,
Koi na jaane,
Thi kaisi raatein,
Hooo, barsaatein,
Woh bheegi bheegi yaadein,
Woh bheegi bheegi yaadein...
I had spent many nights in my bedroom, weeping for this man.
He never seemed to be effected by anything, just like that night.
Even seeing the tears in my eyes had not prevented him from
breaking my heart, my soul, my will to live.
(Hooooo hooooooo)
(Hoooo hoooo, hoo hooo, hooo ho, ho ho ho)
(Hooooooooooooooo)
(Aaaaaaah)
We slowly broke away from one another and I quickly
headed back towards our table, while he stood there watching
me dart off the dance floor.
I wasn't looking up, which eventually led me to encounter the man I had been running from all night, Prithvi Bose. He smiled widely, while I looked back at him shocked. He said, "Well hello Kripa, it's so nice to see you again! What's this I hear about a restraining order… Kripa you're so funny sometimes!" I started to nervously laugh, "Yea… funny! Anyways I have to get back to my…" Prithvi interrupted, "Oh can I join you for dinner!" I start to dart my eyes looking for that loser of a "date" of mine. I suddenly feel a hand slip around my back and rest on my hip. I had never been so happy to see Angad Khanna in my life! Wow I never thought that was possible. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Angad say, "Actually you see Kripa and I are in the middle of a date, so I'm sorry we won't be needing you're company… right Kripa?" I just smile widely, "Sorry Prithvi!" We both walk off and I have an eerie feeling that Prithvi is glaring at Angad.
We had an interesting conversation, mainly consisting of making fun of Psycho Prithvi. I surprisingly enjoyed the evening with this impossible man. I smirk thinking, "Too bad he will spend a good portion of his life pining for love!" God I really don't like what I have become, but I guess I can't help but feel like he needs to be put in his place. He had dropped me home and I didn't give him a goodnight kiss, much to his surprise and dismay. Anyhow when I reached my room I saw that my phone had some missed calls. I realized they were from Anjali, my best friend. I pick up the phone to call her, but realize it is quite late at night so naturally she won't pick up. I leave her a message instead to call me back in the morning. Now what can a person say about Anjali?
Anjali Mehra has to be the greatest friend anyone could ever ask for. She is the sweetest girl I have ever met. I have known her since grade school. She was the one I turned to when Angad had broken my heart. She had never met Angad because when we were going out, she was on a family vacation. When she returned, she was the one whose shoulder I cried on and the one I had sworn to that one day Angad Khanna would get his due, other than myself that is. She is the only other person to know about my past with Angad. Anyways she has been out of town for a couple days and I have been eager to tell her all about my plot for revenge against Angad Khanna.
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Hey guys! Hope you liked the part! Sorry about the delay! Hope I made up for it with the long part! I know there are lots of questions out there, its mostly because its Kripa's POV so they can't be answered in text unless the person is encountered by her or unless she knows the reason/answer herself, but do ask questions if your confused!
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