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Originally posted by: Mimi_Rani
your close but he doesnt die, despite all the escapes from death, love brings them closer, but she thinks that angad doesnt love her when truly he loves her like mad....😉
Oooooooooooooo okok i got it now lol 😆 no it makes sence😛
thanks:D
and i cant wait till u start the story neha!! its just onna be great and i know it:D
and its good that u''ll be continuing like once a week since school is startign and i wou;dnt be able to keep up if u continued like every day:)
P.S. do u know when ur starting?
hey neha! glad im the first one to comment ...
it sounds interesting...just like all ur ff's!
waitin 4 the 1st part...
tc
a.i.c
Originally posted by: Dark Love
Wow awesome concept! I loved the way how you wrote it, and I'm sure the story will even be better! I am really glad your writing again neha! Continue Soon! Will try to comment more often on this one
Originally posted by: abhilashasharma
wow... the concept is nice...
btw... is replay name of the ff...? its sounds different...
Originally posted by: monikaseth
wow great neha thx
Interesting concept!!! YOu have a way with words, you're really good. You are really good.
i dont understand... or maybe i do and im jsut confused.. so tell me if i got it right or not.
Angad cheats on Kripa they get a divorce and then his life is in danger or sumthin and he hires Kripa and then he dies but he hasnt really cheated on her?
Originally posted by: Catwoman
Hi Neha
I was pointed to this FF .... so awaiting an update...
Like the concept
Kat
interesting intro. so it means Angad never really loved her? wanna read more about ur new FF. very exciting!!
Originally posted by: diya_snow
intresting...cont soon plz
Originally posted by: desiqt8806
another interesting fan fic....can't wait to read more!!!
Originally posted by: crazy_craze
sound really interresting will be waiting for part 1
Originally posted by: tanasha1993
nice FF cant wait for it to start and angad is a rocksatr rite...
hey neha, interesting concept. waiting for more
Originally posted by: cookiemonster*
Oh, hi ..I'm new here..I guess
..omg, Angad cheated on her? aw no.
but anyway, I'm looking forward to read your fanfic
Originally posted by: iamsmart
hey i'm happy that u've started another ff
i love to read them
and specially ak
the concept is gr8 and different . would love to
read further
cont soon.
__________
~Sana~
Originally posted by: kIrAn...E>GA<3
dude, soundz great! i cant wait till the first update, im so glad ur still writing. this concept is so unique, i love it, i can already feel the addiction being built...lol. great concept, PLEASE cont soon!
<3 kiran
E> GA <3
Originally posted by: shabd123
really cool ff..i really like the concept!!! please start soon, and did angad really cheat on her ?
Originally posted by: berkeleygirl818
yay, another one of ur lovely nd unique nd amazing FF of ur's for me
to read, yay!!! me sooo happy!!! this sounds fab nd unique!!! he cheated
on her, which i am sure never happened, nd he loves her nd she loves
him, nd sparks r going to fly again now tht they will face each other
alot, lol... CANNOT wait to read more, continue soon!!!
phew.. thank god...u r nt going to quit
i got worried when u didnt start the new FF soon.....
so they are divorced.......did those pprs get through or are the still married legally??
Hey!awww i love the last line of the synopsis!! sooo cute!! continue soon! great concept!
Oooooooooooooo okok i got it now lol 😆 no it makes sence😛
thanks:D
and i cant wait till u start the story neha!! its just onna be great and i know it:D
and its good that u''ll be continuing like once a week since school is startign and i wou;dnt be able to keep up if u continued like every day:)
P.S. do u know when ur starting?
first part up by tomorrow nite!😉 cont commenting
Originally posted by: marvelous.malks
OMGG your posting this one already?? 😲 damn, well this is my traditional first post for every ff u write and i never read again.. 😆 😳
mann it sounds good....i ❤️ angad.. its always so sweet when the wife forgives the husband after cheating on her! 😆
Well hello, little sister! yeah u never cont 😭 oh well... haha! yeah how do u know she will forgive him?😉
Replay 1
He sang the words and drummed energetically. He was surprised at the amount of energy that poured out of him. He was celebrating the tenth month of his divorce as he played his latest hit in the New York Times Square.
Risin' to my feet I can feel the heat
It's tryin' to pull me under
Runnin' through the night I can make it right
Its comin' on like thunder
He couldn't help but grin when the crowd went wild. He couldn't help but increase the drums. He was going to go home tonight after three months and get drunk. His tour was a success, his life was perfect, what more could he want?
His parents had been proud of him, it was just what he had wanted before they had died five years ago, when he had been ready to release his second album. It was heartbreaking to know that when he had been riding on the horse of success, his parents had left him. Still Kripa had been there as a friend and she had been proud of him for the way he had handled himself. Later, Kripa, now his wife, had been proud of him, until he had disappointed her.
He was happy without her.
He had success, money, fame. Everything. There were nine Emmys in his music room. Fifty-nine of his songs over the last seven years had reached the top ten on the music charts. Thirty of them had reached the top place and stayed there for weeks at a time.
But not everyone was happy for him. The man standing in the crowd wearing matching black as Angad's stood with a smirk on his face. He was going to kill Angad Khanna standing right here in the center of the crowd. Then he was going to get caught. But he didn't care. He wanted Angad's blood and he was going to get it. Somehow he had snuck the gun. That gun had two bullets in it at the moment. He was going to use one to kill the man on stage. The second one, he was going to use to kill himself. He moved forward from the crowd and went to stand in the front. He drew the gun and knocked down the person who tried to stop him. He lifted the gun and aimed for Angad.
Angad's eyes were closed as he beat the drum.
The man struck, aiming for his heart.
The drum stick snapped from Angad's hand and he swore lightly, before anything could happen, the bullet reach his chest. His other stick fell, his body jerked and he fell backwards, off his stool, on his right arm.
Before the security reached him the man had shot himself as well.
~
Kripa had just fallen asleep an hour ago. She was vacationing in Milan, Italy on her ex-husband's money. What on earth could be a better way to celebrate being free from an unwanted relationship? She knew every time she might swipe that ATM card, the money would go on Angad Khanna's account.
Too bad she wasn't using the money.
She has asked for alimony because it had seemed like the right thing to do. It had deflated Khanna's ego to lose to her. In the ten months she had spent away from Angad, she hadn't used a single penny.
Kripa Kapoor had always wanted to be a detective. As a child it had seemed so exciting to walk around in long black coats and dark glasses. When she joined the police force as a rookie cop at the age of twenty-three things had seemed horrible. Late night duties. Mid-night patrolling. All those idiots you had to deal with on the road, in jail.
In one word, it had been hell.
Now, eight years later, she had her own firm. She managed securities for the most famous people and she worked on cases personally. It was her dream job. No, she didn't make a million dollars a year. But, she had enough money. She had too much of the money her parents had left her before they had moved back to India. She was the forty-nine percent owner of a multi-million architecture company, she didn't handle but her brother Aditiya did.
But that wasn't her concern. She had three weeks before she got back to her life. Until then it was me, myself, and I for Kripa.
But when the phone rang at three in the morning, an hour after she had fallen, face first, naked, alone, in bed, she cursed. When the phone continued ringing mercilessly, she rolled to the other side of her king size bed and lifted the receiver, turned on the lights. "Hello."
"Kripa. It's Adi."
She swore at him a few times before she spoke again. "Adi, your life better be in danger, or you better be dying, that you are calling me at three in the morning."
"Damn it, Kripa, just listen to me. You need to come back right now. There's big trouble here."
"What kind?" Her eyes open now she began to sit up. "Adi what's the matter?" She pulled the sheets to cover herself and sat back against the pillows. "I'm not coming back three weeks early. It's the first vacation I've taken in three years."
"Kripa." Pacing the front of the OT, Adi rubbed the back of his neck. His best friend, his sisters ex-husband, was fighting for his life inside. How was he suppose to tell her that? "Angad was finishing his tour at Times Square." He waited a moment while Kripa called Angad a few pungent names. "Kripa, he was shot." This time he heard her breath choke out, then begin to labor. "The bullet missed his heart by very little. You need to come back. They are pointing fingers at you and your security system."
That had Kripa cursing again. "They have no right to point at me. I wasn't even there." She rubbed a finger between her brows. That was it, she realized. She wasn't there, she hadn't cared enough to actually be there. "I'm taking the next flight up, Adi. Stay away from the press. Don't let anyone near the OT or his room. What hospital?" She asked.
"Queens."
"I'm calling FBI and putting an alert around the hospital." She got out of bed and found herself some undergarments and struggled into them. "No one, and I mean no one, without an official badge is allowed around his room. I'll ask Quinn to take charge. Everyone in the hospital will have a security card," she told him. "Check them before you let anyone around him."
"Okay. Yeah. Just be here. We need you."
"I'm coming," she mumbled. She needed him just as bad. "I'm booking, packing, and coming. Stay alert."
She made phone calls while she packed. Within an hour she had the entire New York City on alert and, was getting quarterly reports on her PDA. Only once had she felt guilty about waking Quinn up and asking him to take over until she was there, but she had done it anyways. The FBI was already doing their jig and she could only be thankful they hadn't asked her foolish questions. No one should be suspecting her. Her company, her security, was top of the line.
She hadn't been there, she thought and pressed figures to her burning eyes. Don't blame yourself, she ordered. You aren't supposed to be everywhere he goes.
In one hour, forty-five minutes, and fifty three seconds, she was sitting on a charter plane because everything else was booked. Her eyes were dry like the desert because she refused to cry. Not yet. She couldn't cry. She had no right to cry over a man who had been so wrong to her.
Instead, she drank coffee after coffee and prayed that Angad lived. If anyone had the right to kill him it was her. No one was going to take it away from her.
~
The press was hovering like bees outside the hospital the moment Kripa stepped out of her car. She swore habitually and made her way throughout the crowd. She didn't care for the accusatory questions they threw her way, but she knew she would have to deal with it. Their divorce had been a big issue in the tabloids for months. Then neither her nor Angad had given the press to trash about them.
Now they had every reason to exploit their relationship. They were going to try to dissect it like there was a mystical discovery to be made that was going to change the world.
"Move aside!" She pushed herself away from the camera. Shoved at the mikes that were being pushed at her mouth. She knew how to handle the press. Hell, she had dated Angad Khanna for almost three years. She knew him before he had become a damn rock star. Then she had been married to him for a better part of three and a half years. Oh, yes, she knew how to handle press. And him.
Once she was inside the hospital she let out a short, impatient breath and strode right through the lobby towards the ICU. At the same time, her eyes alert, she checked the security. She got quick nods, men getting to their feet as she strode into the room.
She was built like a fighter. Her body looked tough when she dressed the way she was now. The simple white shirt, tucked in dark blue jeans. A black leather gun holster secured at her shoulders, draping down her waist, the black 9mm at her hip. Her hair, black as the night, straight as the rain, smooth as silk, was tied tightly in a pony-tail at the back of her head, not a single tendril out of place. Her face was unframed, creamy without any make-up. Her eyes were big and brown as melted chocolate. Her lip was slightly top heavy. Her nose was slightly crocked, as if it had been broken once.
The frame of her body was tall, lean, athletic. Almost boyish, with narrow hips, small breasts. She couldn't be called beautiful. Her eyes were a little too big, her top lip a little heavier, and that slightly crocked nose. She was a little to tall for comfort. Her five-ten, almost five-eleven frame, intimidated when she interrogated. But, it was the aura she created around her that made her beautiful.
Her mouth was set, her eyes dark, slowly bruising from the sleepless night, the sickening flight, she walked quickly towards her brother, her legs ate up large amounts on the floor at one time so no one could tell she was exhausted, physically and mentally. A jetlag would was going to crash on her soon enough as well, she knew that, but she left the thought at the back of her mind.
When the two hulky men stopped her in front of the ICU, Kripa yanked out her badge, shoved it in the face of the large black man, and then strode past him. How the hell could someone mistake her to be a damn intruder? My instructions, she reminded herself. Mine.
She walked to her brother who was being informed, and consoled, by Quinn Doran. He had been her partner when they had started off together, he had helped her start her own company. She looked at him and her brother, and knew they were two men in her life currently she could lean on. And, she would, she reflected, just not yet. She was a police office now and nothing else. She was no ones sister, daughter, wife. Ex-wife. The word left a bitter taste in her mouth,
Quinn as a large man, but in the most pleasant ways. He was six feet even, and they were nearly eye to eye when she was dressed in her leather boots. His eyes were as green as a leaf, and his mouth always smiling for her. His hair a dirty, beach-boy, surfer, blond. She wondered why he became a detective when he could have tried modeling.
"Quinn. Adi." She gave them both a slight nod, shoved her badge away in her back pocket. "I want the reports written in an hour Quinn. Call the tech group and tell them that I want a security system installed just for Khanna's room. Check the security system for the hospital, change the codes. No one, and I mean absolutely no one, gets the codes for Khanna's room but me, you and two guards who have had a full background check first."
"Okay."
"Get to it now." She snapped and had him rolling his eyes at her. She looked at Adi. There was tension in his eyes. She ignored it. "I want you to go home because you aren't needed here."
"I can't leave you here, Kripa. You know I wouldn't." His sister was a cop and he knew she could handle herself. The duty. But he also knew she loved the man who they had been in the operation room for the last eight hours now.
"Well you are leaving. If that means I have to ask security to drag you out, it'll be done."
"Fine." He brushed his hand over her shoulder and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I'll keep in touch. Pick up my calls, okay?"
"Yeah." She wanted, needed, so badly to warp her arms around him, instead she simply walked past him to talk to the security guards at the glass doors. She had a long, long day ahead of her yet.
In the next two hours, Kripa had downed about ten cups of black coffee and a pack of gum. She needed to be awake. Her phone didn't stop ringing for a second, defeated, she set it on silent. Quinn was going to contact her through the hospital phones, and FBI didn't want to talk to her. Yet.
She had already requested the folder of the man who had shot Angad and then himself on the spot. So far they hadn't found him anywhere in the criminal records for something even as small as a parking ticket.
Well everyone started somewhere.
She was checking up on the ICU, when the OT doors opened and three doctors walked out, taking off gloves and blue paper coats. She showed them her badge. They needed to know she was there as a detective, not Angad Khanna's ex-wife.
"Detective Kapoor." She said in a stiff tone. "How's the patient?" Deep down in her stomach, in her heart, there was fear, a slow burning, a quick churning. She refused to acknowledge the fear. Angad Khanna was just a client. A famous man, a rock star, for whom she was handling security.
"He's lucky, for one." The doctor, scrubbed his hands over his face as the other two passed him. "The bullet missed his heart by very little. He's in critical condition, and we'll be keeping him under observation all night."
"Is he going to live?" She asked in a quite, yet cold tone.
The doctor sighed. "Yes, Detective, he is. Like I said, he's very lucky. He might be in shock, however. But that shouldn't be abnormal."
"Alright. Can I get the reports as soon as possible? And I'd like bullet that was taken from his body." She waited a beat. "When can I see him?"
"He'll be moved in a few minutes, then you can see him."
"Yes. You can talk to Detective Doran and he will explain to you the security arrangements. Someone will supervise while Mr. Khanna is being shifted."
"Yes, of course. I'll keep you updated." He smiled at her, gave her shoulder an assuring pat, and left. Kripa leaned against the wall for a minute and closed her eyes. Not yet, she said again. She couldn't breakdown yet. A few more hours.
~
Kripa was informed the moment Angad was shifted, and she had the names of the men who were guarding his door, the nurses and doctors that would be seeing to him, and every name of every member on the staff. She wasn't ready to take chances. It was as simple as that.
She had called Adi back as she had promised him, and had assured him that his friend was safe. But she hadn't given him permission to come see him. No one had permission to come see him yet.
Hell, she hadn't even given herself that right. She simply wasn't ready to face him after nearly ten months. Even when he was unconscious. Specially when he was unconscious.
Around four that day, she finally took the time out to put something other than coffee in her body. But even as she did, she typed out the reports on the laptop she had requested Adi to drop-off to give to the FBI. She didn't have time to slow down until the foundation of the case was laid. They were still finding out about the man. She didn't want information in bits and pieces. She wanted it all at once. So she had given them another two hours to put the entire file in her hands on paper, and in her computer thought e-mail.
The report was cut and dry. After she had written it, re-read it, she sent it. Sitting back she rubbed her eyes burning from the lack of sleep. She picked up the sandwich, finished it off, and gulped down her giant glass of diet Coke.
She turned off the laptop and looked around the small white room they had allotted her to work in. She glanced at the clock. Five. It was time she went and saw him. She needed to before she went home. She locked the room, punched in the numbers, and walked out. She received looks of suspicion, of pity, of sympathy. Too bad she didn't give a shit about what who thought. She might have if she still had feeling for the man who was lying on the bed on the other side of the door, but she didn't.
She shrugged and pushed the door open.
Her heart twisted and broke. He was lying there as white as the sheet they had covered him with. Carefully, she closed the door behind her. He looked weak. Angad Khanna never looked weak. He was power and strength. Her hand snaked up and closed between her breasts clutching the wedding band she still wore around her neck. She told herself it was there as a reminder. She had failed at something in life, she would never fail at anything again.
She took her final steps and sat down on the bed, beside his limp hand, because she thought she was going to melt into a puddle any moment beside the bed. And she knew as she looked at him that she had never stopped loving him. Looking down at his hand, she covered his hand lightly with hers. Before she did she noticed that there was still a light shadow on his ring finger. She traced her short nail over the white of his finger. They were still linked.
She still loved him. She always would, but that was her problem. He didn't have to love her back. He hadn't said the words to her till today.
She took a deep breath and lifted his hands to her lips, clenched her eyes close, and pressed her lips against his hand tighter. She watched him for a few minutes as he slept under the doses of drugs before she let his hand go. Before going, she brushed a hand thought his hair and smiled down at him.
"You don't let go easy, Khanna. Don't let go easy now." She touched his face lightly and walked out of the room completely steady. She suppressed her want to lean down to hold him and press her lips against his.
Angad's hand flinched once as Kripa's reached the door knob.
~
The hardest part about the separation had been getting used to sleeping on the bed alone. And she missed Angad more tonight than she had in the last few months as she lay awake in bed. Sleep wasn't going to be in her agenda tonight anyways. So she sat-up and pushed her hair out of her face.
The bas***d had cheated on her. Kripa reminded herself that every single day. Because reminding herself that Angad Khanna, her ex-husband, had cheated on her, was the only way her heart wouldn't soften and she would never forgive him. Someone like him didn't deserve to be forgiven. He deserved to be hung naked in the middle on the street so everyone passing by could throw stuff on him until bees and bugs clung to him.
That was going to remain a fantasy, she told herself as she got out of bed poured herself her a cup of coffee and scanned an old newspaper. Kripa was dressed in black, skin-fitting leggings and a mans over sized shirt. Angad had bought her a closet full of them because she had loved wearing them at home. She hadn't tossed them out. Why waste the money? Anyways, it was another way to assure her that he didn't hurt her anymore. She simply hated him for doing what he had. Brining a damn woman home, into her bed. Like hell she was going to cry over that anymore.
But there had been so many nights when she hadn't slept in her room, but in the living room, weeping as she thought about the man she had once loved. The man she had married. The man who had promised to cherish and love. And, finally, the man who she had seen with that woman in her bed. She had wept, night after night, hour after dark hour, asking herself what she had done wrong that he had needed to go out find someone else?
Once she had come out of the shock of losing him, she had come to know she had never done anything wrong.
She had kept the little house she had bought years before marrying him even after she had married him. Now she was glad that she had. So what if they had been in here countless times and had shared small memories. Breakfasts in the morning after nights full of love. Or the quick thirty minute lunches Angad would sometimes come over for during the weekends he worked. The late dinners in bed, when they sat together and he debriefed the day with her.
She had cherished those quite moment when he would sit with her, his head pillow against her breast, his voice half sleepy. It was the sweet intimacy of the way they just sat down to talk in bed.
But then things had just gone downhill. The intimacy just disappeared in thin air. She couldn't even remember the last time they had been in bed just to talk. Either they were making love, and more often, sleeping. Hell, the man hadn't touched her for six months. And then the idiot girl he had brought home happened.
Kripa closed her stinging eyes and laid her head on the counter. What was the point of thinking about things that were past? She wasn't going to get him back. She wouldn't take him back she reassured herself. But she reach up and slid the chain with her ring form under her shirt, and lifting it to her lips to kiss it. It was all she had left of him.
And she didn't want anymore she assured herself. She didn't need more. But as she slid down on the sofa in a tight ball, shuddering from an emptiness that bit her, she knew there had been no human alive who could lie so well. But then, no one could lie to themselves either.
Kripa feel asleep on the sofa, with her hand closed tight around her ring. She didn't realize she fell sleep praying for Angad.
~
Angad opened his eyes slowly, followed by a light moan. He was pretty sure, as his eyes opened to the dimly lit room, that he was between hell and heaven. Probably closer to hell. Hell would have been completely red. Heaven would have been white. This was something in the middle. Maybe he deserved to be here.
Because he could feel his right arm throbbing, he lifted his left arm, and ran his hand through his hair. He felt pain, so maybe he wasn't dead. He wanted to sit, to get up and walk around, but his limbs felt a little like jelly. He took a deep breathe, closed his eyes completely, and then opened them again. It was hazy at first. Once he could see around he knew he wasn't dead, simply in a hospital. The throbbing in his arm was more urgent now and made him wince. He wanted to be dead rather than lying helpless in a damn hospital bed in which he hardly fit.
He swore this time as he tried to move his arm. He'd broken his right arm. He just had to look at the pale blue cast to realized that he had. He sighed and started up at the ceiling.
Had Kripa come back? Because it hurt too much to think of her, he closed his eyes and rubbed his left hand over his heart. She had broken his heart, twice, and then left him. He had never believed that the divorce would go through. But it had and when he had given her the alimony and she had been Kripa Kapoor again, only then had he realized what an absolute jackass he had been. He had allowed the most precious thing in his life just slip away like sand.
Closing his eyes, he prayed for sleep. Or death. When neither came he turned him head and eyed the jug of water. Stretching his left hand over his right, he knocked the jug of water down, winced at the loud noise. When no one came in he reached for the glass and dropped it. This time the door opened and he saw two men, clearly security guards, rushed inside.
"I want the damn doctor." He said between his teeth. Why did they save him? He would have been happier dead. Shit, there was nothing to live for.
"Mr. Khanna." The doctor, a female, in her mid thirties, walked into the room and pressed her foot on a round button, lifted Angad's bed, so the back was lifted. "Good morning. I'm Doctor Trish Michel It's so nice to see you awake again."
"Again?" He looked at her and blinked. He felt like he was going to faint again. "How long have I been out for?"
"It's been one week, Angad. You have drifted in and out throughout. We were worried." She smiled at him gently, and picked up his wrist to take his pulse. "Normal," she declared after a moment. "That's very good. How's your eyesight?" She asked as she brushed his hair off his forehead, as if he were a child.
"Good enough to see your pretty face," he managed weakly, with a smile that still managed to charm.
"Thank you. Your wife… ex-wife," she corrected, "she just left about an hour ago from your security. I need to let her know you are awake and fine."
"No. There is no need." He knew it was foolish, but he felt a pleasant wave wash over him. She had been here. "But I would like no visitors until I've given permission."
"Of course. Again, Detective Kapoor is handling everything in that department. She should be back in an hour or so. She will explain to you." She pouted a moment. "We'll take you in for a few tests later today. I'm sure you are hungry?"
"Starved." He smiled again, still weak. "I'd love a light meal."
"Of course. Let me get it arranged right away. Anything else?" She asked as her hands moved to check his right arm.
"Am I going to die?" He asked like a little child.
The doctor look at him, blinked, and burst out laughing. "No, darling, you aren't going to die. You were very lucky, the bullet missed your heart by very little." She gave his left hand a light squeeze. "Don't worry you'll be good as new in a few weeks."
"Good. If my… if Detective Kapoor comes in, I don't want to see her."
She sighed. "I can't stop her. She has the entire floor under her control. But I could let her know you don't want to see her."
"Please do that. Let me know when I can go home."
"In a week, Mr. Khanna. Maybe later, but not sooner. I'll get you something to eat. Anything else?"
"Something to lessen the pain?" He asked, carefully touching his arm.
"Of course. I'll send in a nurse." She gave another charming smile and walked towards the door.
"Dr. Trish. I hope you're my permanent doctor until I'm here." He grinned at her, when she turned around and beamed at her.
"I am." She blew him a kiss and walked out.
Dr. Trish Michel was a mother of two lovely children, and was happily married to John Michel for the last nine years of her life. She had just moved to New York less than six months ago when her husband had transferred his job.
It gave her utter pleasure to watch her patients come back to life. And a little flirtation was alright when the patient was as handsome as Angad Khanna. Plus, he didn't know that Kripa Kapoor, his ex-wife, was one of her closest friends. He didn't need to know that because Kripa didn't want him to know. She respected that. But, she was amused by the amount of love she had seen in both their eyes for each other. And, she wondered what had driven them apart. One of these days she was going to have to sit down with her long-lost-friend suddenly found, and get the details. It was pathetic that two people so much in love weren't happy with each other.
Angad looked around his little room. His gaze landed on the vase of fresh flowers. Tulips. He thought of Kripa right away. Could she have put them there? He sighed and forced him to relax his head on the pillow. He had convinced himself that there was nothing in for him and Kripa in the future. He had been an idiot. He had lost her trust. But hadn't she done the same? Hadn't she broken his trust as well?
The brisk knock on his door had him groaning. He wasn't even allowed the pleasure of swearing at the person behind the door before the door opened and Kripa stepped inside.
He thought his heart stopped for at least one second. She stood there in her no-nonsense outfit framed at the door like a dream. Her eyes were shadowed despite the make-up she had used to try and hide them. You've lost so much weight, he wanted to say. You look so sad. Her eyes were cool on him, no emotions there, he thought with a swift jerk of his heart. He was never going to see any again there for him.
He forced his lips to curve slightly. "Hello, Detective. What brings you here?"
"Cut the crap, Khanna." She pulled up a chair beside his bed and pulled out a recorder. "I need a few answers and I need you to be straight about them."
"Of course." He noticed that she refused to look at him now that she was close. And now that she was closer, he noticed that she wasn't wearing any make-up and the bruises were so much darker when she was closer. His hands ached to touch her, to hold on to her. It didn't matter what she said or did, all he had to do was look at her calm and be able to tell that she was as scared to death, as he had been close to it. "Ask me what you want."
"Yes." She turned on the recorder, and said the date, time, place, her name, and his name. She briefed the case in about three sentences and then started to ask him. "Have you been receiving any threatening calls lately?"
"Not that I know of. I haven't been home so I don't know if there are any on the answering machine." He lifted one shoulder and let it fall. "Same with my mail and e-mail."
"I've covered those bases. There was nothing in your phones, mails, or e-mails."
Angad cocked a brow. "And who gave you permission to look through my stuff?" Her head snapped up and his eyes met hers. "You realize that there is a fourth amendment that protects me against unreasonable searches."
"I do know that. And it was impossible for me to wait until you gained conscience to go in and check all that." She paused. "You can file a complaint against me if you want," she muttered.
He pursed his lips, then tilted his head slightly. "How did you get into my e-mail? I changed my password."
"I know how to hack a damn e-mail, Angad. Your password wasn't that hard to figure out anyways." She lifted a hand to run it through her hair and stopped mid-way realizing her hair was tied back. "Alright. Did you see the man… who shot you?"
Angad noticed the hesitation. "No, I didn't see him." His voice was so quite, so soft, Kripa looked up. "I was drumming and the stick snapped. I had told James to change them before the show, I guess he forgot. I was just about to bed to pick to get the spare we had hooked under the set, when he shot. I guess that's why it didn't hit my heart." He didn't realize, but Kripa's heart shivered, when he lifted his hand to his heart briefly. And, she blessed James for nothing changing the drum sticks. "Then I was falling back. It happened so fast. I don't even remembered being brought in here. I didn't even realize that I have been out for a week until Doctor Trish told me this morning."
"Right." She pulled out a picture from her pocket and gave it to him. "Do you recognize this man?"
Angad winced at the picture. The man's face was white, his eyes closed. "No." He gave it back to her. "No I don't know who that is. But I'll take it he's the man who shot me."
"Yes. We've changed the security systems at your house. I'll give you the code when you're ready to go back home. We've changed the security staff slightly as well. Just for precautious reasons." She stood up. "I shouldn't have to be around often anymore. Things are under control. The man might just have been nothing more than a lunatic. If you need something from me, I'm sure you can ask someone and they will contact me."
"Yes, thank you." He reached out to touch her hand. His heart sliced into two pieces, when Kripa jerked back like he had gone to strike her.
"Don't touch me." It came out in a violent whisper. "You lost that right a long time ago, Angad. I won't give it back to you." She was fighting back tears. And, she hated the fact that he knew that as he looked at her. "I want you to change your security company as soon as possible Angad. I'll find someone better if you want. But we can't work together in anyway." Hands steady, she slid the recorder into her pocket.
"I'm sorry, Kripa."
"For what?" She asked lightly.
"Everything."
She gave him a brisk nod. "I've forgiven you, Angad. But I'll never forget."
"I could say the same thing, Kripa. You weren't fair to us. You went through an abortion without telling me."
"f**k that, Khanna. And you." She walked out calmly and closed the door just as calmly. She didn't start crying until she was under the shower nearly two hours later.
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