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Hey guyz!! I knw I said I will cont all of my fick once my finalz re ova…since I wunt be takin summer classes I will have lot of time handy to write!! But I have a problem…recently my house was on fire nd I have to pack since we wont be able to live der neymore…we have to look for a new house…and rite now I am realli bzzy in all dat…so im realli srry guyz…once everythin iz allrite…nd im baq on track I promise I will cont all of my fick…but for now I have to put on hold…I dunt knw wen I will cont…but I will def keep yu guyz updated…

Love: Bhum 😉

sorry to hear that girl...
dont worry abt ur ficks... as v all understand ur situation.
hope u r settled soon.
best of luck for everything in life.. & take care of urself

Chapter Three

A few minutes later, Angad went down the path shaking his head. All those macho guys who said women were all alike had never met Anjali Saxena and Kripa Sharma. When he first seen the two trim brownish from a couple of hundred yards down the path, he'd assumed they were sisters. On a closer look, he decided they couldn't possibly belong in the same family. Now, after spending five minutes with them, he wasn't sure they belonged on the same planet.

Anjali was every young man's dream—cute, friendly and undemanding. Being nice to Anjali would be no hardship, although listening to her babble for more than fifteen minutes might test a man's patience. He grinned. Probably only his patience; any other man would listen to her if she spoke Swahili, as long as he could look at her. He must be getting old. Anjali was a dream come true, all right, but she was someone else's dream, not his.

If Anjali was somebody else's dream, Kripa was his own personal nightmare. Who the hell would come to the country wearing a silk suit? And she had her brownish hair yanked back so hard in that twist that her eyebrows slanted. He remembered the way she'd looked at him as he'd walked toward her—sizing him up and then dismissing him with those icy cold eyes. "Thank You," she'd said and walked away. The temperature must have dropped ten degrees around her cabin.

He shuddered. Kripa reminded him of Simone and his ex-wife, Mishti. Women like that always got what they wanted no matter what it took, not caring who they trampled on to get their way. Efficient. Calculating. Manipulative. Most likely she'd come to the resort to sharpen her golf game, get a tan, snare a husband, and improve her stock portfolio. God preserve me from woman like that, he thought, and grinned again. God wouldn't have to preserve him from a woman like Kripa Sharma. She'd made it very clear that she wasn't interested.

Forget her, he told himself, and wandered down the path to troubleshoot the luau.

Anjali came to pick Kripa up for the luau at six, and Kripa steeled herself for the ordeal ahead. This is the only way you're going to meet men, she told herself. Aaliyah's right. Just relax and have a good time. Stop whining. Be a woman.

Anjali had dressed by wrapping a turquoise flowered sarong over a tiny-yellow bikini. Her earrings were turquoise, with yellow parrots on swings—the parrots made of real feathers. She was too much of everything, and yet, in her obvious happiness, she was just right.

I could never wear an outfit like that, Kripa reflected. Not unless I was very, very drunk. She was feeling very, very superior until a traitorous little voice inside her added, Maybe that's why I don't have any fun.

"Put on your bathing suit," Anjali said to Kripa. "Maybe we'll get thrown in the pool."

"We can only hope," Kripa said. Her bathing suit was an old back one-piece, years out of style but hardly worn. She put on white slacks and a white shirt over it, tying the shirttails in a knot on her stomach.

"That's it?" Anjali asked.

"That's it."

"That's kind of plain," Anjali said.

"That's the kind of woman I am," Kripa replied. "Plain. Let's go."

Anjali hesitated, frowning. "Don't you want to let your hair down or something? I mean, this is a luau."

"No," Kripa said evenly. "I like it up."

"Well, you don't look very relaxed."

"This I as relaxed as I get," she said.

"Okay," Anjali said, shaking her head. "Maybe you'll feel better after a couple of drinks."

"Don't count on it," Kripa said.

Guyz I knw itz a really short update given da fact dat I didn't update for almost a mnth…but as yu guyz knw I've been really bzzy runnin arund…nd just dunt have da time to sit nd write it all out…but I promise dat my nxt updatez will be longer nd more frequently…can't say wen I will update nxt but till den enjoy diz 4 now…Love You <3

GREAT update!
haha uh ohh i see Kripa's more of the sophisticated, mature and somewhat stubborn type! Me likes 😉 It makes for great chemistry!
Eagerly waiting for your next chapter! 😳

-Shazia-

yess i agree very short!!

soo this is how kripa dresses when she is relaxed...funny way of dressing!
wow anjali looks soo tropical...so bright and colorful!

love angad's opinions he made about anju and krips already lol!!
kripa not being his kind of girl...well later on thas who he is gonna fall for!

short but great!

osh kripa is giving him a hard impression; she needs to soften a little, and she needs help. awesome part keep it up

hey

i've just caught up with the parts

reli lyk the concept.,.. kripa sure has a problem, she needs 2 br relaxed and enjoy life rather than work all the time... and as 4 angad, its vise virsa.. he needs 2 wok... nd get married... well, chose kripa 2 b his partner...lol

hmm... i also relii lyk this line, "Nope. Just too lazy to make two trips." He ambled up the steps to the porch'.... i knw itz chosen quite randomly, but i found it ammusing... it completely reflects angad

but part 3 is reli short yaar😡😆... hope u make up 4 it in the nxt part... can't wait till angad sees krips swimming nd starts feeling attractive 2wards her... hope she opens her hair soon😆😆😳

hmmm... anjlie seems reli sweet, but the plastic types... its weird how she's getting married soon,😆 ...actually, she reminds me of the girlz 4m mean girls😛

plz continue soon... nd pm mw when u update if u can

xx

Irsa