Dearest Diary, AK ch19 pg 20

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pooja1221

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Posted: 18 years ago

#91

NNOOOOOO! damn angad. after he kills her he's sayin she killed herself! how ridiculous!he's saying dat jus to pacify his deeds! The bloody ass! arrgh... 😡 I want to shoot him myself! Hope Kripa's not dead though... she can't die!... anyways, gr8 work 👏 👏 👏

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cheeselova

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Posted: 18 years ago

#92

oh noooo u can't kill kripa i mean angad can't kill kripa 😭 she can't die 😭
by the way gr8 part

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Abhilasha

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Posted: 18 years ago

#93

OMGGGGG!!!that was mind blowing.... and you CANNOT kill kripa!! i am sure its her plan... she is NOT dead... uhh i didnt understand that last bit... uuhh the one iwth angad mumbling suicide... anywayss... it was just terrific... continue soon...adn btw where are you? haven't seen you for dayss... miss you 😭 😭 😭 come on soooN!!!

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Kristina

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Posted: 18 years ago

#94

I kinda had a feeling u would do something like this but when I read it I was like damn noooooo. But maybe she's not dead. It was a good part. Continue soon. 👏 👏

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Rutu

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Posted: 18 years ago

#95

NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! how cud u???? how cud u do this!!! i am heartbroken,
i almost cried while reading this prt!!! it was sooooo sad!!! she CANNOT
be dead!!! no way in hell!!! omg, this is ooo sad!!! the stupid bast**d
Vicky!!! gosh how much i hate him!!! how can he make Angad do this!!! he
loves her sooooo much!!! nd Kripa is stupid too!!! why didnt she just
shoot tht bast**d Vicky when she had the chance!!! u said we wud hate
this prt, but love the next one, so how does it work??? coz Kripa cant just
magically get back to life... unless they r fake bullets!!! i refuse to believe
she is dead!!! she CANNOT die!!! even though this prt was all sad, it was
fabulous at the same time!!! gosh ur an awesum writer, the way u
described everything nd stuff!!! the whole religion thing, so true, i mean
there really is only one God, people just give them different forms nd
stuf!!! LOVED it!!! CANNOT wait to read the next prt, continue soon, like
ASAP!!! 😛

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Jennifer Mall

@kIrAn...E>GA<3

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Posted: 18 years ago

#96

u hated this part, but ull love the next one…u know why? have no fear, prithvi's here...is dat enuff to feed ur imagination? Lol. Love my readers! Stay tuned for more (please…)

<3 kiran
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Rutu

@berkeleygirl818

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Posted: 18 years ago

#97

Prithvi???? ewww, gosh, how is tht physco supposed to make us love the
next prt??? i cannot wait to read the next prt, i am dying of excitement!!!
lol... continue soon!!! 😛

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Jennifer Mall

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Posted: 18 years ago

#98

Chapter 10- A New Partner

It took an hour or so before Angad left, I feel terrible to think what he was thinking. The next eight months, I spent in recovery. With guess who? Undercover Officer, Prithvi Bose.

Turns out, he wasn't a psycho, just on a mission. The same mission as mine; to destroy Vikrant Gujraal. The CBI has also been completely fed up of his corrupt ways.

I wondered how Angad was and Prithvi asked about it several times. He was a great friend, actually. He apologized constantly for his behavior, it made me laugh. He never called me Kripa, I was Kritika. It was who I was. I went from a nameless Kritika to Kripa Sharma to Kripa Khanna, and now I was Kritika Khanna. I didn't have the heart to change my surname, nor could I change my first name…it was a reminder of my motive.

"Kritika, what are you thinking?" He asked. It wasn't very safe to be in a daze at a shooting range.

"About Stuff." I replied vaguely, trying to focus on the target. I imagined Vicky Sir's face there, I missed terribly.

"You're off target." He sighed. "Focus, Kritika, Focus. You need to control your anger." He explained. "I have a history to avenge to, you know." He shot bull's eye. "It's all about keeping your cool."

"Don't you have any family, Prithvi?"

"Nah. My parents are dead. I had a sister but she's dead too." He said calmly, shooting another bull's eye.

"I'm sorry." I said lamely. He shrugged. "Don't be, it keeps me going." He laughed.

"Oh…" I sighed. I stared at the target, watching everything around it blur. I shot. Dead center.

"Better." He said. "You and Angad never went to the range?" He asked, curious. I went quiet all of sudden, in thought of Angad.

"No, he went by himself. He wanted me to stop stealing…" I choked out.

"Did you?" He asked. I shook my head. "We never spent time with each other. We never could. Our jobs were too…"

"I get it, Kritika. No need to explain. You're fine…" Prithvi rubbed my shoulder sympathetically. I sigh. "You miss him, don't you?"

"Yeah. He must feel terrible. He thinks he killed me, I really wonder how he's doing."

"He's probably fine. You're doing fine without him too, you wanna call him?" He asked, smirking. I think he saw my face light up. I felt suddenly embarrassed. He handed me his cell phone. I dialed quickly and held it expectantly to my ear. Suddenly, the thought occurred whether his phone was tapped or not. I felt heavy breaths settle in me, as I heard his thick, husky voice on the other end.

"Hello?" He asked. He sounded tired, and weary. I felt guilt sink into me.

"Hello?" He asked, a little more irritated. I felt tears well to my eyes. I heard him gasp a little, please keep talking, I pleaded silently.

"Kripa?" He asked, unsure. I felt my heart do a little flip as I hung up. I gasped, as I clicked the phone shut.

"What's wrong with you?" Prithvi asked, cleaning the silencer on his gun.

"He recognized me…" I said, breathlessly. I stood against the wall, breathing hard.

"How? You didn't even say anything…"

"He can recognize my silence." I stated, pulling my fingers through my undone hair. He looked at me, unbelieving. I nodded to confirm it. He sighed.

"I guess that's what happens when you love someone for that long." Prithvi sighed; he looked in a far-off daze.

"Are you in love with someone?" I asked, too curious. He looked and laughed.

"Yes, but that doesn't count." He took his protection goggles off.

"Who?" He shrugged, and began to walk away. I caught his hand, "It's Aaliya, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It is. So?" I grinned at him hard.

"Yes, Kritika. I realize she loves me too. But Angad's condition right now is living proof that people like us are not meant to fall in love and have normal families. If you have enemies and your life is to your service, you can't afford distractions."

"Distractions? Every normal person has a family. People like us WISH for a family."

"Wishing isn't everything Kritika. You don't have a family so you don't know what it's like to lose them. I had a mother, a father, a sister. I loved them. We had everything. Let me tell you, Kritika, it's a long way to fall. And when you fall, you hit rock bottom."

"I know, Prithvi. It's a long way to fall. All I had was Angad and Aaliya. They think I'm dead. I can't contact them. I'm not comparing to your loss. I don't know your story. I know you've lost a lot, but I know…" My voice trailed off. I looked up to see Prithvi; he looked stern, but not indignant. I knew he wasn't mad. I sighed in relief, I was terrible in fluency and suddenly I wanted Aaliya's talking skills but Prithvi understood, nonetheless, he really did.

I found he was an amazingly good actor. Contrary to when we were in "our relationship," he loves his space and doesn't talk much. He was a very serious person but he carries conversation beautifully. Another thing, he's scrawny but sure, can he fight. He gave me training in those eight months. I learned Tae Kwon Do and Karate basics. I learned Kickboxing and Prithvi insisted on physical conditioning. We ran laps every day; we climbed this annoying cliff every morning. I found that after the second day, the excuse I'm afraid of heights didn't work. At the end of the day, I was exhausted as hell and fell asleep instantly. Prithvi spent practically every night awake. I found, he require extra physical labor of both of us, which I suspected was to tire us, but it only worked for me.

Wow, some friend I was. He spent every night in the den by the fireplace, doing God knows what, and I've never inquired. One night, I decided to check on him. Crawling out of bed, I grabbed my robe and made my way to the den. He sat there, I could have sworn I heard a sob somewhere but no, there he was. Stern as ever.

"You're still up?" I asked, he glanced at me.

"Yeah. Just thinking." He said, sipping at a tall, glass flute. "Wine?" He asked, I shook my head.

"You think too much." I hit his head. He laughed. "Sometimes, we're given too many things to think about."

"So we are. Prithvi, what's wrong?" I asked, instinctively.

"Nothing, just thinking of the past." He replied, pouring the rest of the wine into the fire. Smart, I thought.

"What?"

"You know the Gujraal's make it a point to all be as corrupt as the other?" Prithvi sighed.

"There are more of them?"

"He has three sons, or two now. The good one's dead." He said, standing up.

"There was a good one?" I asked, truly confused.

"Yeah. Vikrant Gujraal, the lovely humanitarian, married one of the girls he rescued from prostitution. What a social worker!" He marveled sarcastically.

"Yeah, right. Seriously, who was she?"

"Some rich girl, who he kidnapped, then sold, rescued, married, had children with and then lastly, killed."

"Typical. What are the sons like?"

"One is a male chauvinist, thinks women are property, probably got that from his dad. The other one is a complete flirt, typical Casanova. The third one was the best. He took after his mother. He fell in love with some girl who his father called down-market. ACP killed him and his wife both in the encounter."

"Sucks. So he doesn't value his sons enough to be destroyed because of them." I spat.

"Yeah, nothing I haven't tried." He said, disappointed. "I just wish Mishti hadn't…" He noticed me listening to him mutter and cleared his throat.

"Who's Mishti…?"

"My sister, the down-market girl who a Gujraal had enough guts to fall in love with and marry."

"Oh, that was her…." My voice trailed off. "And your parents?"

"They died when we were kids. I raised Mishti. She was three years younger than me."

"Oh…." I managed to say. He had a sad life, it was angering. To know how many people Vicky Sir had wronged, and not be able to do anything about it. But we would. I would. I had to.

"You must miss them." He nodded and coughed, trying to spit the old Prithvi back up. Eventually, he did.

"What do you plan on doing next? By God's grace, you're completely recovered. Now what, Kritika?"

"Can you check for me where Angad has been set to work? Like the branch? We were on the borderline of two districts."

"Kritika, this is really no time to be checking up on him…" He started. I rolled my eyes to him, he stopped talking.

"To finish this, I need him. But he can't know."

"You're going to use him?" Prithvi asked.

"He did, didn't he? This is just setting the record straight." I sighed. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Are you sure you can do this?"

"Nope. But I trust myself enough to know I can."

"What about Aaliya?" He said, almost helplessly. He was worried about her, I could tell. I tried to not smile.

"I'm not going to contact Angad and Aaliya till I'm done. And now, we have three Gujraals to set straight. This might take a while."

"A slow destruction is a complete destruction?" Prithvi asked. I nodded. I pecked his cheek and decided to watch TV.

"Kritika." He said, sternly.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Go to sleep. You know we've got to get up at six. We've got a busy day ahead of us."

I groaned, Prithvi bit back a smirk. All work, no play. This was no fun. I worked every day too, but c'mon every body needs a break.

Kickboxing, Tae Kwon Do, Karate, rock climbing, swimming, weight lifting…every day? You'd think this guy would give a break. But no. I sighed. "Good night, Prithvi."

"Sweet dreams, Kritika." He said, heading to his own bedroom. Lazily, I decided to sleep on the couch. I didn't feel like getting up and going back to my room.

I stared at the fireplace. God, I missed Angad. I wonder what he was thinking, what he was doing. I knew he wasn't sleeping. He wouldn't do that for a while.

Frustrated, I pulled my fingers through my tangled hair. I still hadn't brushed it. If Angad were here, he would've nagged me till I looked presentable but Prithvi was all work.

Of course, I wasn't expected to look good. I was training. But I knew I looked something close to a mess.

I sighed. Angad, if you can hear me, which I'm sure you can't…I just want you to know, Baby, I'm sorry for cheating you, for playing you. For…using you. I haven't done it yet…but I already feel guilty about it. You know I love you but not more than I hate your boss.

"Kritika!" Prithvi shouted from his room. "You're thinking! Go to your room and sleep! You need it!"

"I don't wanna!" I shouted back childishly.

"If you would stop thinking about your husband, then you'd get some goddamn sleep. Kritika, your room. NOW!" He shouted.

Gosh. He is so bossy. If I had a father, I'm sure he'd be just like this. He knew me so well, I thought laughing. Aaliya was sure getting a kharoos husband. He'll be a great father some day though. My mind wandered.

"Kritika! Sleep now!" God, he made me think sometimes, he could hear my thoughts. I stomped my way to my room and collapsed on my bed.

"You're mean!" I shouted to his room.

"Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep. We've got work tomorrow." He bellowed back, annoyed. I mocked him mentally, till I fell asleep. Unfortunately, in my slumber, all I could think about was Angad. The next morning, I awoke to freezing cold water.

"Wh-what the hell, Pr-prithvi?" I stuttered, shivering in my blanket. I found an ice cube, behind my ear. It was seriously ice-water.

"It's 6:03. You're supposed to be awake by now." He grumbled. I stomped my way to the bathroom. "I can't believe you used to be my boyfriend." I spat sarcastically, going in. He rolled his eyes at me.

Preview: Some one sees Kripa at the gym training? Who? Was she recognized? Is Prithvi good or bad? Will Kritika succeed in her plan? Stay tuned to Dearest Diary.

Edited by kIrAn...E>GA<3 - 18 years ago