Dearest Diary, AK ch19 pg 20 - Page 15

OMG awesome fan fic i totally love it! n aww naaz is sooo cute too... mini kripa how cute lolz! n*e wayz continue soon! 😃

naaz krithika sharma... she's so adorable... carbon copy of kripa... prithvi.. i dont understand his character... so puzzling... what s kripa gonna do now?

Chapter 18- Flights and Fights

Thankfully, I hadn't waked Naaz. I prayed quickly to whatever God existed to please let me get some sleep, I had asked for that only in fear of any jet lag that might occur on the flight.

The next day, while packing, I realized Naaz didn't own nearly as many clothes as I'd want her too.

"Naaz," I said to her, she was brushing her hair, which was wet.

"You took a shower?" I asked. She nodded. "Anyways, get dressed we're going shopping?"

"Again?" She whined, I looked at her sternly.

"Don't glower, it's unattractive." I told her. She rolled her eyes at me, "Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady."

"Yes ma'am." She said, sighing.

"We're going to buy you some more clothes." I said, picking her up. She clung to me comfortably.

"Can't we buy them later?" She asked. "Let's go to the park or something. Shopping is boring."

"We're going shopping." I said, putting her down. "And then we'll go to the park and get ice cream. Okay?"

"Sounds fun!" She squeals. Within minutes, she appears wearing jeans and a shirt that says, "Don't ask, Don't tell." on it, she wore black Vans with them and even carried a purse.

"I did not buy you that." I complained.

"Chill mom, these are really old." She said, rolling her eyes at me.

"Why are you so grown," I ask.

"I live by my own terms." She said, shrugging. "And I like getting what I want,"

"So I see." I said, glancing at her again. "This house, my rules go." I said.

"That's cool." She said, "When are we leaving?" She asked. After going from store to store (to store.) Naaz finally found a store with things she likes. Macy's. My daughter is such a prep, I'd rather not let her in Hot Topic, though she insisted we should check once. I refused. $300 later, we dropped by home to drop the bags off and get ready for the park.

My answering machine had a few new messages in it. I pressed the play button.

"Um, hi. It's me again." I froze as I heard the voice. "I was wondering if you could possibly do me a favor." He continued. "This is really out of the blue, I understand but I was wondering if you could check the local databases for a lady named Kripa Khanna. I'd appreciate it a bunch. If you have any questions you can contact me at angadk@mumbai.gov Thanks." (I made that up just now, LOL)

I stood wide-eyed.

"That's him?" Naaz asked me, making her way to my room.

"Yeah." I said, confused.

"He sounds hot." She said.

"You're six. You're not supposed to say stuff like that." I said, disgusted.

"Whatever. Just making observations." She said, laughing. Suddenly, I wondered what Naaz was doing in my room. I heard typing. Just as I entered, I saw her press Enter.

"What did you just do?" I asked, pushing her away from my computer.

"Just sent an email…." She said, innocently. I went to my outbox. Sure enough, the little demon she was, she emailed Angad. I opened and read.

"Hey, this is Rachelle. I can't help but wonder why you're taking so much interest in this Kripa character. You mentioned she was your wife but if so, why don't you know where she is. Hate to be nosy, but did she leave you or something? What exactly do you do? I'll be glad to help you as soon as I get a few answers to my questions, I don't want to end up helping a serial killer or something of that sort.

Sincerely,
Rachelle."

I glared at Naaz hard. Not only could she read, write, type and browse the internet, she also had a special quality. She could quickly pick up and imitate language that email was definitely I could have written.

"I hate you." I said, between gritted teeth.

"Yeah mom, I love you too." She walked to the living room. Shouting back to me, she yelled, "You're welcome. Our flight's tomorrow at 8."

After packing essentially two very important suitcases, I began to dread the possibilities of returning. What if I ran into Angad? Or Prithvi? Or worse, Aaliya? The Gujraals were dead. All of them. I had browsed the internet long and hard for a name of victims and survivors but no lists were posted. Only details given were Ranbir, Vikrant, and Sushant Gujraal were dead. Perhaps, they were the only "important" (famous) people present. Dead. They had all the media coverage. It was amusing, actually, three dead men got more attention than 55 alive ones and numerous stuck between individuals.

I taped the funeral, I replayed it again and again until Naaz looked at me as if I had escaped the loony bin.

"Maa, I get you hate them. But now you're being plain scary." She told me. I set the tape on fire to resist the urge to watch it again.

The next morning, we reported to the airport like planned. I brought my laptop for amusement and then again, I also had Naaz. She could keep a stone entertained for hours.

While dozing off to sleep, Naaz shook me awake.

"Maa." She said. I looked at her. Her eyes gestured the laptop. I've got mail. Yay. Look who it is. Ugh. Reluctantly, I opened it.

'Thanks Rachelle. Yeah, Kripa is the name of my wife. Or ex wife, it's a long story. We had a little brawl some months ago and she left the house. I've been looking for her ever since."

"Liar." I muttered angrily. I read on.

"I'm not a serial killer. In fact, I'm the commissioner of Mumbai police."

"Commissioner?" I repeated. Well, now we know who took Vicky Sir's spot in the hierarchy. I continued, "Well, it would be a great help. Please and Thank you. Angad Khanna."

"Commissioner, huh?" Naaz, looked at me. I nodded.

"Since when?" She asked, I shrugged. "I've no clue."

"He needs to make his mind up." Naaz complained, stating my thoughts. "Either you're his wife. Or you're not. He can't switch back and forth." She pouted.

"He's an indecisive man." I stated.

"Do you have a picture?" She asked. Sadly, I did. I went to My Pictures and pulled up a picture from a year or so ago. It was me with shorter hair, and Angad standing behind me, holding onto my waist. He was considerably taller than me and his frame was still more noticeable than mine in the picture.

"You guys are a cute couple." She says.

"Were." I said. "Were a cute couple."

"Whatever mom." She said. Soon enough, we got to Delhi. From Delhi we were to make a flight to Mumbai.

"Mom…." Naaz said, looking at me uncomfortably. Motion sickness. Quickly, I decided to check into a hotel.

She fell asleep clinging to me, as I put her down onto the hotel bed, I checked her forehead. She was burning up. I woke her gently.

"Naaz beta, how are you feeling?" She shivered as she cuddled close to me, "It's really cold." She answered much to my dismay. I put a blanket over and she lay in my lap until she fell asleep. I got up and called the doctor and asked her to be as quiet as possible.

Dr. Anuradha arrived just as quietly as she promised. After a check up (yes, she did a check up on her while she was asleep. I was afraid she had passed out, but the doctor assured me she was just sleeping.) Thankfully, she woke up when the doctor had to check her eyes for dilation and light response.

"Maa? Who's that?" She asked, in a groggy state.

"She's a doctor," I explained, "I didn't wanna wake you again."

"Oh." She said, turning to the doctor. "Hi." She says the doctor smiles and writes me a prescription. After paying her, I took Naaz to the drug store and filled her prescription.

"Are we late for our flight?" She asked, I glanced at the clock.

"We have an hour but we'll get a different flight, we're not going anywhere till you're better."

"Mama, I wanna meet Angad." She smirked. I glared at her.

"Naaz, I said no."

"I'm not eating any medicine." She said, stubbornly. I raised an eyebrow at her, "Until we get on a plane to Mumbai."

"Are you trying to blackmail me?" I asked, she nodded with vigor.

"Well, I, unfortunately, am the master of that too. I'm not eating until you get better."

"I'm not getting better until you eat." She replied back. Oof, she's bad.

"I'm stubborn." I informed her. She grinned back at me,

"So am I."

Three hours later, it was dinner time.

"Naaz, it's time for your medicine." I said, pouring some of the bitter syrup onto the spoon. It smelt of vinegar, I made a disgusted face.

"You expect me to drink that?" She asked.

"I'll give you chocolate later." I promised. She turned her head away from the spoon.

"I don't want it. Besides, it's dinner time. You're supposed to eat something, remember?"

"I'm not eating, remember?" I mimicked her tone. She frowned.

"Well then, I'm not getting better, remember?"

"You're a sassy little thing, aren't you?" I asked, she smirked and nodded.

"If I eat, you drink your medicine." I negotiated. She looked at me unbelievingly.

"You first." She said, I shook my head. "I don't trust you."

"On three…" She said, holding the spoon. I took some rice onto my fork. "One." I brought the fork closer to my mouth and the spoon nearer to hers. "Two," She calls.

"Three." I put the medicine in her mouth and drop the fork. She spits the medicine out, "Cheater!" We both yell to the other. She turns her back to me, great, I thought. She's mad.

"Naaz." I said, "Look, I'm eating." I said, eating some dhal chawal. She got up and drank her medicine, the full dosage I made sure.

"You're exactly like me." She said, lying down onto the bed. She scooted her head into my lap.

"Yeah, I guess you are just like me." I said, playing with her hair again. I heard her groan a bit, "Beta, does your head hurt?" She nodded. I rubbed at her temples.

"Maa." She said.

"Yes?" I answered.

"We're going to drive each other insane." She said, laughing.

"I know. It's okay, you're well worth it." I answered.

"Good night." She said, drifting off to sleep.

"Sweet dreams." I add.

"I love you." She says.

"I love you too." I sighed. Another sleepless night, I said to myself. I dreaded the dream again, but this time a new dream graced me on the flight to Mumbai.

I have the most bizarre dreams when I don't sleep on time, I noticed recently. That night, I felt like I was falling. Into a deep black hole, I could feel my presence plunge deeper and deeper. I saw myself as a child and I saw Aaliya and I saw Naaz. I saw bits of all I had to go through, all that I and Aaliya escaped. I saw Gujraal and his drunken state years ago. I saw me stabbing him six times in the arm. I saw my one night stand with his son. And again, I saw Naaz. After all that, the only thing in my mind was Naaz.

I wasn't thinking of my anger to Angad, or Prithvi's sincerity, or Aaliya's betrayal or my hatred to the Gujraals. I thought to myself how I hope to God Naaz never has to encounter the things I did. I wondered what she had gone through already, her delicate mind, her fragile body, what had she already endured. I'll never know. I'm too afraid to ask.

They say ignorance is bliss. In my case, it's true. I don't want to know what pain she's felt. I want to give her the life I never had. I truly felt like I wanted to do something. Something that didn't involve me or my well being.

Wow. I thought, sighing. I got up quietly and looked around for a jug of water, instead a hand caught over my mouth.

"Don't scream." He urged. I kicked him and threw him onto the floor.

"You don't scream either." I whispered. I pulled him up.

"God damn." He muttered. I pulled him into the hall.

"Hello." I said, cheerily.

"You're not gonna scream?" He asked, confused. I patted his cheek, "You're only a rookie, I can't turn you in."

"What?" He asked. I nodded.

"You don't know who you were about to rob." I smirked. He glanced down at my apparel, checking me out perhaps. "Oh." He said, "You're one of my kind."

"Hmm, good." I said, sitting on the ground in the hall. "Ache ghar ke lagte ho." I stated mindlessly.

"You can pick stuff up like that?" He asked, amused.

"I'm better at this than you can imagine." I smirked. He pulled his mask off, he didn't look like a thief, but then again neither did I.

"Raj." He put his hand out, I shook his.

"Uh……" I wondered what name I should tell.

"Whichever one you go by." He says, reading my mind.

"Kritika Khanna." I say, shaking his hand.

"And you're here with?" He asked.

"My, aren't we nosy?" I said, pulling my hair up.

"Well, you weren't asleep by yourself." He stated, sitting down beside me.

"First rule of robbery; know your prey and basic set up of the situation." I said, drifting off to sleep.

"That's the first rule?" He asked. "I thought it was don't get caught."

"You're new at this, aren't you?" I mused.

"I'm rich, I'm obviously new at this."

"So like, what are you? Alternate Robin Hood? Steal from the poor, give some more to the rich?"

"Funny." He said. "I was looking for….a particular someone to rob. This room was booked for someone else."

"Right." I said. "So Raj." I asked, "I gave you my whole name, let's have yours."

"Is that your real name?" He asked, amused.

"Don't ask, don't tell baby. I asked for your whole name, doesn't have to be your true name."

"Yuvraj Malhotra." He said, after thinking a bit.

"So what is a rich, gay thief coming to steal in Natasha Sinha's room."

"I'm not gay," He defended.

"Tommy Hilfiger shirt, and slacks? Sure…." I said, rolling my eyes.

"I was working…Natasha Sinha, so you find out the person's name before you steal their room?" He asked, half amused.

"Well, the receptionist had a phone call and a quick glance at the register couldn't hurt, getting good service now a days is impossible." He laughs at my excuse, doubting its credibility. For a thief, he's really not one to wonder.

"Well, that's quite okay, I'm just wondering where Nats is staying….She has something of mine." He managed to say.

"Nats? So I presume you guys know each other, so what's a rich kid like you doing in this business?" I shook my hair out, trying to fight sleep.

"Well, you don't look like a thief either, Kritika."

"I've been in this business for ages, let's hear your story."

"Well, Natasha and I we stole once for fun, twice for the thrill, third for the habit, the rest is history. I gotta hunt her down though." He sighed in disdain.

"Double cross?"

"Eh, just how our relationship works, I mean I cheat her, I apologize, she cheats me, she apologizes, we kiss and make up. It's all good."

"Your girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend, wife, whatever." He said.

"And here I thought you were gay." I laughed, he glared at me. Sleep was taking over him too.

"So what did she take of yours?"

"You know the exhibition…" He started, I cut him off singing, "Diamonds are a girl's best friend."

"Diamonds are EVERYONE'S best friend." He corrects.

"Well, I don't know where your wife is, so you can leave me and my daughter to peace."

"Daughter? You're married."

"How is that of your concern?" He shrugs, "Just wondering but you're so defensive about it maybe not."

"I am, so what? I need to leave now." I said, getting up. He caught hold of my hand, "Hey, wait I got a proposal for you."

"What kind of proposal?" I ask.

"Me and Nats are rookies, become a partner, you'll get the largest share, it'll be a learning experience." He asked.

"I work alone." I stated, breaking free of his grip. I opened the door a bit, he took my hand again. I glanced in at Naaz, still asleep.

"Please, it's a good deal." He said.

"I've given up stealing," I proclaimed. I had really, I just hadn't verbally said it till now.

"Your loss, here's my card. Call me if you change your mind." He said, shoving a card into my hand. I stuffed it, thoughtlessly, into my pocket.

"Good night." I said, sighing.

"Good night." He echoed.

amazing part
hmm...raj so a twist in the story
lolzzz kripa and naz both r similar


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~Sana~

i hope she doesnt go to stealing again! lol angad is after rachelle lmao! superb part!! naz and kripa are real cute! raj is mysterious lol cont soon!

gr8 going but i am missing AK sceans...
plz make AK meet...
continue soon

oh u left in midway i was glued on the screen
but who kissed her gosh!
aww naaz is soo cute i liked the way she said
"Nice to meet you, Commissioner Saab." to angad
amazing part


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~Sana~

its that guy who she slept with! lol! awesome part! confrontation was not ekta-ish! it was total kkiran-ish! lol! i just loved angad's reaction to naaz lmao! cont soon!

Greattt part continues soons 😃