Part 3
Good morning guys! I know some of you guys would still be sleeping or actually preparing to go to sleep but we all certainly had a rough night. and what a night it was. Poor Zaib was nearly thrown out of the house. But this night changed his life forever. Do you want to know how? Well lets get the wheels rolling then...
It was 6:00 am and Zaib opened his eyes. Unfortunately he tried to sleep but everytime Kripa's face kept on disturbing him. He just gave up at this time and sat up in his bed just rubbing his eyes and wondering off to dreamland.
After sometime he heard a sweet humming sound. Someone was singing. He shifted in his bed dying with curioisty as to who is singing. The sound seemed to be coming from the terrace so he went to the window and peeped outside. The terrace was only in front of his room but it was also accesible from the passage.
He was surprised to find a woman dressed in a white sari and with her long black hair open. She was facing the other way so he couldn't see who it was but he was pretty sure who it would be. He quietly opened the sliding door and crept outside behind her.
She was humming a lovely song which she had fallen in love with lately. Then she exercised her vocal cords Ishq se jisko, ishq huwa hai. Wo kehte hai ishq khuda hai. Ishq to dil kee mehfil me hai. Ishq se barkar kya dil me hai Then she began humming the rest of the song. By now she had made herself comfortable on a stone step and had her eyes closed, with a smile on her face as if she was dreaming about someone special.
Zaib came and stood in front of her, just admiring her adoring red and fair cheeks, her red flushed soft lips and of course that million dollar smile. He didn't know what it was in this girl, but since he had seen her there was something happening in his heart, which made him attracted to her. "it can't be possible, I've just met her" He thought whilst he just kept staring at her. "Beautiful" He bit his tongue because his thoughts came out in loud.
She opened her eyes immediately because she got a bit of a fright seeing Zaib standing there.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you, but your voice is just so unresistable that I couldn't help it but just come closer and closer".
She was surprised at first so didn't say anything but then she thought it would be rude not to say anything so she managed a weak thankyou.
Zaib thought "I get it, she is not arrgoant but is only shy. I love shy girls". He smiled and continued. "I should say thankyou to you actually, because of you I woke up so early in the morning for the first time. Maybe I should change my alarm clock with you." He laughed hoping she would join in but she didn't have much expressions on her face.
Then after a while she burst out laughing. This guy wasn't that bad as she had thought so yesterday.
He was mesmerised by her laughter, the way it echoed in the wind and touched his face gave him a diffrent feeling altogether. "Hey why don't we start all over again. Seeing that we haven't been introduced properly."
She thought for a minute and then put her hand out to him. "Hi, I'm Kripa Sharma."
"Nice to meet you miss Kripa Sharma. Name is Khanna. Zaib Khanna." He took her hand and lightly touched it to his lips.
"Zaib? per, I mean..."
I know, I know. Well actually my name is Raj but its a long story. right now to cut it short I changed my name to Zaib after I became a die hard fan of the famous rock star Zaib Hasan. I'm sure you must have heard about him."
She nodded.
"Well he is my idol basicly. It's him who inspires my music".
She just smiled and began making her way back inside. For some reason she felt shy in front of Zaib so couldn't talk with him for a long time. Zaib felt disheartened again because she walked off in middle of their conversation. There was still so much he wanted to tell her but she just ignored him.
Every morning a puja was held in the house and since Zaib woke up in time that day he would be able to attend it from the beginning rather than joining in the end. After a quick shower he stood in front of the mirror as usual combing his brown locks when Kripa's face kept on appearing. He kept on pausing to turn behind and see if she was there, but he was just hallucinating. He nodded at himself and just threw the brush on his bed.
When he went downstairs, the words which were recited by his mother came to his ears like a beautiful smell flowing in the air. He never knew the right essence of it before but today when he heard it he couldn't believe his ears. He came closer and sat next to Angad.
Technically the puja couldn't keep his concentration in one place so he opened his eyes and began roaming them around when he saw Kripa sitting opposite him with her eyes closed and she seemed to be concentrating fully.
Wait a minute, I'll have to pause here. Now this Zaib guy must be sounding strange to you. Let me clarify. Well basicly what Zaib is feeling after meeting Kripa is something he has never felt before with any other girl. It was a strange attraction that pulled Zaib towards Kripa, which he couldn't figure out. I mean he had just met her and he felt as if he knew her whole his life. Was something wrong or was something new happening? Well lets go back and find out.
Zaib completely froze and his eyes were stuck on Kripa's face. His mind kept boggling with expressions "Why is she so beautiful, so that anyone who looks at her can't move their eyes away? Why does she have such a sweet voice, so that nobody could leave from its presence? Why is she so delicate, so that it becomes a temptation to touch?"
It was as if she heard him, because she popped her eyes open and when she saw Zaib she froze. She didn't know what it was but there was something in his drop dead gorgeous green eyes that was pulling her towards him. It was like she could see herself in them. Her mind was also playing tricks on her "What's happening? Why am I feeling like this?" Then she looked at Angad who sat next to Zaib with his eyes closed. There were so many differences she had found in both of them that it was hard for her to believe they were twins. Zaib was a complete opposite of Angad in appearance. His hair was brown and a bit curly whilst Angad's hair was black and straight. Zaib's eyes were green whilst Angad's were hazel. The way they weared their clothes and the way they talked was also so different. Even though their faces were the same she felt more drawn towards Zaib.
Zaib kept staring into her pool of brown irisis with a song in his mind.
"ankhon main teri ajab si ajab si adaye hai
dil ko banade jo patang sansain
yeh teri woh hawain hain
ankhon main teri ajab si ajab si adaye hai
dil ko banade jo patang sansain
yeh teri woh hawain hain
teray saath saath aisa koii noor aya hai
chaand teri rooshni ka halka saa ik saya hai
teri nazroon ne dil ka kya jo hashar asar yeh huwa
ab in main hi doob kay ho jaon paar yehi hai duaa
ankhon main teri ajab si ajab si adaye hai
dil ko banade jo patang sansain yeh teri woh hawain."
It was like she couldn't do anything else but to simply drown in those eyes for eternity.
They were so unaware of what was happening around them, as they didn't realise when the puja finished, when everyone left and they were the only two left sitting in the temple. Soon the magical bond was broken by a loud crashing sound. They both jumped up and turned their eyes towards the kitchen from where the noise came from.
Nsina was telling her servants off. "Ramlal kitnee baar kaha hai key itne saare bartan ek saat mat uthaya karo. Ab chalo saaf karo yeh sab or ha aaj kee raat sab kuch theek thaak hona chaheeye." Just like a traditional Indian woman she fussed over the food being perfect.
The movement made Zaib and Kripa realise that they were still sitting in the temple. Kripa stood up first a bit embarrassed and began making her way out of there.
Again Zaib couldn't finish what he wanted to before. She just kept getting out of his grip. He stood up immediately and stopped her midway. "Hey Kripa. Why do you keep running away?"
She couldn't answer that because she herself didn't have the answer for it.
"Anyways there was soemthing I wanted to tell you early but you just...Kripa I was wondering...I was wondering...if you would be my friend" Why was it hard to ask her that. Could it be because he wanted to be more than friends? By not answering she was increasing his agony.
She turned around and looked into his eyes again. She saw a strong emotion which was stronger than friendship. It had been a long time since she had made friends with a boy and especially not with this kind of boy. He was different in every way. She couldn't understand why a man of his amazing looks was after her, when he must have many friends? He left no choice so she gave a faint smile and nodded.
After she left him, she made her way to the kitchen to see what was going on. When she entered she saw four to five people working here and there. They were chopping and frying and cooking. The smell was certainly promising, so she walked inside to experience a total bazaar situation.
Naina was making a fuss wearing a apron over her sari and holding a rolling pin. Her face was red hot. Kripa decided to go over and calm her down before she had a heart attack. "Hi aunty? what's happening?"
"Kya batao bete. There's so much to prepare and all of these are useles. They can't even do one thing staright, Mujhe hee sab kaam karna parta hai."
"What's so special about today?"
"Oho stop doing that and do your job! Huh what were you saying?"
"Aaj kya khaas baat hai?"
"Aaj Angad or Raj ka janam din hai. I'm surprised you didn't remember. Anyways theres a lot to do so I better get going."
Kripa was amazed that she forgot and even more upset that Angad didn't tell her. Then again she thought that it should be her who should be wishing him and not the other way around.
Stop, Stop,. stop! This part needs explaining before it gets more complicated. Well now the question is that why Kripa expects so much from Angad? well its simple. when Angad and Zaib were Ten years old Dilip and Naina Khanna had to go back to India to sort out their business. They couldn't leave the kids alone so they made the decision to take them. Zaib as usual was already a rebel who protested against going to India leaving back all his friends. His parents tried convincing him but he just wouldn't listen so they had no choice but to leave him under the protection of Ramlal and go ahead taking only Angad.
In India their estate was huge in Chandanpur where it all began. His neighbour and best friend Suryabhan Sharma was looking after it in his absence. Anyways lets cut all the boring part out and get to the point. well Kripa is Suryabhan's daughter and she was seven years old when she met Angad. Being a chid with not many friends she took an intant liking towards Angad and hope he would be her friend. Her wishes were shattered when Angad dejected her nearly all the time as he preferred to stay away from girls. He didn't appreciate the way Kripa behaved and simply just was a bore. She tried many times to get his attention and to make him play with her but he would just turn her down and even at times get angry at her for forcing him. Well then soon after a few years Dilip, Naina and Angad returned back to London as their work had become steady now. By now Angad was sixteen and was well aware of his feelings. But nothing had changed. He was still the arrogant, reserved and angry young man. He hated Kripa even more because she certainly had grown but her brain was still of a ten year old. Kripa was still after him and wished that certainly one day he will become her friend. That brings to the point that Zaib and Kripa had never met so thats why he didnt recognise her that night in his room. Okays now this part has been taken care of so lets get it moving again...
Angad sat outside in the lawn drinking his tea and having his breakfast. It was a Saturday so no work and no office but there was simply nothing else he could do so he sat down with the newspaper in his hand. He was so involved in it that he didn't realise Kripa creeping up behind him.
She walked like a feather up to his seat and peeped over to see what he was doing and how his mood appeared to be. She let out a mischievous silent laugh because she had decided to surprise him. She noticed how he simply sat there turning the pages and drinking his tea. Tea? That gave her an idea. She took a deep breath and then let it out loud "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Angad got really frightened and jumped up and by mistake he dropped hot tea on his pants. He was really, really annoyed to find a lauging Kripa in front of him. He was not pleased at all. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Look what you've done." He showed her his stained pants.
Kripa calmed down. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist the moment. It was just too good." She burst out laughing again. As she saw his face go red she enjoyed it even more.
Angad no longer could take her laughter so he started to walk away from her back towards the house. Kripa followed him because she realised she made him upset. "Are you angry with me?"
"Do you leave me with any reason not to be. For Gods sake Kripa grow up." He continued walking because he was no longer interested in talking with her. The anger had gone to his head now and it would take some time before he settled down again.
"Okay I'm sorry. Atleast don't be so grumpy on your special day." She stood in his way to make him realise she was still there and to stop ignoring her.
Before he could answer her Zaib came over. "Hey whats going on? I thought I heard a loud scream, is everything okay?" He looked at both of them curiously. "Hello, I just asked a question here, did anyone hear it?" No one seemed to listen to him so he snapped his fingers in front of both of them which seemed to make them realise that Zaib was asking something. "Finally! now tell me whats up bhai, why're you so angry?"
"Why don't you ask miss trickster here. I'm sure she'll have all the answers." He gave a sardonic smile and walked off to the house.
Zaib was confused but then he remebered something so he quicky glanced towards Angad before he disappeared. "Hey happy birthday bhai" He just recieved a wave in return. Zaib just laughed thinking that his brother will never change. When he turned around towards Kripa he saw her walking the other way back towards the table. He followed her and stopped next to her. She turned around to face him.
"You've got to excuse bhai. you see he tends to be really moody sometimes."
Kripa didn't say anything but just stared in front at the birds and the suroundings. "It's so beautiful here. No wonder your brother sits out here often. It must give him so much peace and quiet after working so much." Now she looked at Zaib because she couldn't stop the urge.
"It sure is. By the way it's my birthday today aswell." He gave an innocent puppy smile.
"I'm so sorry. Happy birthday."
He thought "She is so beautiful and her mind is so simple. Sweetness blooms from her like a flower and its smell gets absorbed by the whole body." He noticed that she had become conscious and had taken her eyes off him again and pretended to look here and there. "If you like this place so much, what do you say you take a walk with me?"
Oh he was so innocent and sweet compared to Angad. Here Zaib actaully cared about what she thought and felt whereas Angad...She could see that he was feeling embarrassed for some reason so to make him feel better she smiled. "I would love to."
Zaib looked back at her quite surprised. Was she actually saying yes? There was something surely interesting about this woman and he knew that he will find out bit by bit. For the time being he just lead her through the garden towards the lake
end of part.
well guys what did you think abt this part?
Was it interesting or was it boring?
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