Dearest Diary, AK ch19 pg 20 - Page 7

oh crap!!! stop guy remembers!! argh!! i'm sure kripa will be able to save herself... ok, i need more convincing to like angad as much as i use to again 😉 lol continue soon!!

oh god i am feeling sorry 4 kripa now... may b he is there 2 sell kripa off again..
fab part
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Chapter 7- Quick Fix

"Took you long enough." I replied smirking. He looked at me confused. Why was I not afraid, he thought, because death wasn't something particularly new to me? I had faced and defeated it many a times. It wasn't something to fear, it was something to be waited for. No one anticipates their death but it's unavoidable. Everyone's got to die sometime.

I repeated to watch the effect on him, "I said it took you long enough, Vicky Sir. But I mustn't forget your age is something to consider too."

"Quite the fearless one, aren't we?" He asked slickly, unlocking the gun.

"Always have been. You've the scars still to prove it." I snatched the gun from his hand swiftly, so it pointed back at him.

"Yes, I do. Might want to check that." His eyes gestured the gun. I didn't need to check. I knew it was empty. And if it wasn't, it was loaded with blanks. I knew him well enough for that. I shot in the air once.

"Blanks, Vicky Sir. Blanks. We both know they're fake." I said matter of factly. I shook my hair, "So here we are, once again. In your second hand Cadillac sitting in front of Kajri Bai's brothel again, both weaponless…brings back memories, right?"

"Yes, only one thing. Neither one of us is weaponless." He said, raising an eyebrow. He eyed my boot, as always Aaliya's knife sat there comfortably.

"Well said, Sir. Well said. So as a true man does, please reveal your weapon." I smiled venom at him.

He pulled out a Smith and Wesson revolver. So Old school. "So I see that as a true man does reveal his weapon, that leaves no binding for fighting etiquette for ladies?"

"I play by men's rules too. Mustn't forget where I was raised." I pulled out the knife from my boot.

"Ms. Aaliya's knife. I see you still carry that with you."

"All the better to stab you with." I smiled like the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood.

"Ouch. I do remember that wound."

"Wounds?" I reminded him of the plurality of the stab.

"Yes Kritika, wounds. Four times is much."

"Six." I correct him.

"I was out after four." He spat.

"Weak. I wonder how many bullets you can take."

"While conscience two."

"I can take four while conscience." I boasted. The ego was always an easy target for men.

"Well, would you like to test it?" He unlocked the gun. I snatched the gun from him again. Pointing back at him, he applauded.

"Still have the reflex of a cat. Look around sweetheart." I did. The car was surrounded with 3 large ugly men dressed in cheap black muscle shirts.

"Oh." I smiled back at him. "You've brought reinforcements. I suppose now you expect me to cry and these men to take me into the brothel where you'd freely make money off me?" I asked sarcastically. Vicky clicked his tongue.

"Of course not. You'd never go down without a fight. I'm going to sit here while you Ms. Petite, take on this 3 henchmen of mine."

I stepped out of the car, happily. "Gladly." The large man with the buckteeth grabbed my hand; I twisted his arm back and slammed him in front of me.

The other man gulped, he was afraid of me. Ha-ha, this was hilarious. He looked at me, helplessly. He was the tallest and biggest, but he stood in fear. I smiled sweetly. This would be too easy.

"Hi." I smiled sweetly. He smiled nervously. Yeh mujhe maarne aaya hai ke rishta jodne?

"Has anyone ever told you that you look JUST like Shahrukh Khan?" He shrugged and smiled proudly, "Mari Amma mose aisi hi kehti hai." I smiled harder, holding back laughter.

"Well, your hair should be different." I brushed my hands through his hair, with my index and middle fingers; I pressed the nerve Aaliya had taught me to behind his ear. 3 seconds later, he fell with a great thud to the floor. 2 down, one to go.

This guy was scary. He had a horrendous scar across his face and he smiled fiercely like a lion about to pounce on his prey. He punched hard along me neck. I kicked his jaw, stiletto heels did the trick. I gave him a left hook in his stomach, since I had always been stronger with my left.

Last, the finished touch was kicking him in a not so great spot for a guy to be kicked in. I believe I endangered his chances of ever having children, but who wanted kids with him anyways? He fell with a thud. I shook my hair out again and looked back at Vicky Sir. He looked impressed.

"Very nice, Kritika. Still quite the fighter." He applauded. "By rule, you have officially won the first battle."

"I intend on winning the entire war." I stated, holding my neck. That punch went hard. I looked at my hand.
"As did your husband, what did that get him? Unemployment. Anyways, I presume a gentleman would drop you home to recover."

"A gentleman would. Not a pimp." I said, noticing a motorcycle pull up.

"Your loss." He said driving away. The man on the motorcycle didn't take his helmet off, he only said, "Get on."

The ride home was a quiet one. I knew I was in for it when I got home. Angad got off the bike and walked inside.

"Are you thick in the head?" He asked, loudly.

"I know what I'm doing." I rolled my eyes at him.

"You asked him to take you to Baker and Victoria?!" Angad yelled. He was getting loud, uh oh. This wasn't good, it took a lot to make him loud.

"So I did. He remembered me anyways." I argued.

"And you fought those three guys all by yourself?" I nodded, letting go of my neck. It was bleeding.

"Kripa, you're an idiot. Come here." He touched my neck lightly. I hissed, backing away. I went and got a wet cloth, beginning to clean it off. "I can take care of myself." I said, remembering his words, "Just as good as you, we grew up on the same streets, remember?" I smirked.

"I'm glad you do."

"I'm glad you reminded me." I smiled at him. Out of habit, I went and hugged him. He was cold, really cold. It was odd, because the temperature was around 99 degrees Fahrenheit. "Why are you cold?"

"You scared the crap out of me." He stated, running his fingers through my hair. My anger for him melted in instants. Honestly, I thought I was melting along with it.

"As did you," I said, pushing him away. "Why did you lie to me?"

"About…" He asked, unsure.

"Us getting married. The department knowing about us, the ring, the ACP, you getting fired….everything"

"Kripa!" said Aaliya, running to me.

"What?" I asked.

"ACP, he…he…" She said gasping.

"He what?"

"He crashed our system. Our lair, it's completely trashed."

"Oh, well that was mature."

"Yeah." Aaliya said, sarcastically.

"It's on, now." I said, challenging.

gr8 part

i could actually imagine kripa hitting those three ugly men 😆


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~Sana~

okk here i am...with great difficulty... lol okk that was supposed to be dramatic anywayss... great part as always... oo she took those three ugly guyss alone... ouch he punched her... lol i knew angad would come there somehow... uhh i didnt get that thing... umm fake mariage... adn teh ring etc... anywyass... i wanna read moreee!!!!! uhh okk adn i am sorry for not ocmmenting for teh previous part... really really sorrrrrrry!!!

great part........just hope things get cleared out btw ak.......continue soon

WOW great part realli interesting, now lol kripa beat the 3 ugly men up, why didnt she beat up that vikrant dude?
😕 anyways continue soon 😆

i read itt!! it was awesome! oo vicky is sooo going down!! and what was that nerve thing gosh i wanna learn these tricks lol anywho what did angad lie about? im lost help me here! nd cont soon, today, NOW!!