Meri Jaan Ho Tum (AK) Part14 / pge 40 - Page 15

hey Irsa, just caught up with your FF, i think its fantastic and i love where the story is going.. and how hopefully kripa will be the one to change how he feels towards relationships with people... also can u please pm me when u update next.. thanks 😊


-Meha

Originally posted by: GuJu_Qt

hey Irsa, just caught up with your FF, i think its fantastic and i love where the story is going..thanks and how hopefully kripa will be the one to change how he feels towards relationships with people...fingers crossed it'll happen soon😆 also can u please pm me when u update next.. thanks 😊 sure...i'll add u 2 my list... which is getting longer by the day😆


-Meha

Thanks Meha... glad u liked it

continue son
cnat wait to see what happens

lvely part sorry wat wid the pic plz con soon 👏

cooll parts plzz contuied soon i love it so much

Originally posted by: Shafoo

cooll parts plzz contuied soon i love it so much

thanks shafoo

i'll update sometym this week


Love,
Irsa

Part 10

Kripa woke up with a jerk as last nights events flashed before her. She sat up on the bed and looked around the dark room, not being able to make out where she was as a blurred image appeared in her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and gasp looking at her surroundings. She sprang from the bed and walked towards the window, and noticed she was in a block of flats, except these weren't the flats from her building, but it seemed she was in a hostel of some kind.

Her thoughts were disturbed when she heard a knock on her door, 'Come in' she replied. A young woman, looking in her 30s, walked in the room wearing a white sari. 'Good morning Mrs K … ab kaissi hai aap?', the woman questioned as she made her way towards Kripa.

Kripa looked at her confused, what did she mean Mrs K? When did she become a 'Mrs'? And who is the K she referred her too? As the questions popped up in her mind, she noticed the lady placing her dry-cleaned purple churidaar suit gently on the bed, making sure no creases were caused. Kripa looked shocked as she noticed the clothes. They were hers; she had worn them yesterday so how come this woman has them? She looked at herself and realised she was wearing some white pyjamas and a red shirt. She gasped in horror, she could remember hardly remember anything that happened last night, let alone how she happened to change clothes and sleep in this random hostel that she hadn't even seem before.

'Par… yeh kapre aap ke paas kaha se aaye?', she finally managed to question hoping for a positive answer.

'O yeh!, yeh to kal aap ke husband ne diye the wash kara ne ke liye', the lady answered back politely. Kripa's eyes opened wide in alarm. 'Mere husband?'.

'Jee, aap ke husband kal aap ko yaha chor kar gaye the… kal aap bohat nashe main thi to iss liye wo kuch der aap ke saath hi the, iss kamre main.., par wo teen/chaar bajje tak nikal gaye the. Shayad tab hi unho ne aap ke kapre badlaye ho, kyunki aap ki haalat bohat kharab thi!... waisse… lag raha tha bohat jaldi thi unhe… bohat utavle ho rahe the aap ko apni baho main lene ke liye', the lady replied back, looking quite disgusted at the petite girl who couldn't even remember her husband.

Kripa on the other hand felt crying loud, she clutched the shirt around her tighter, as she felt angry at herself for not remembering anything. The words echoed in her mind, 'unho ne aap ke kapre badla diye hoge'. She touched her head as she felt dizzy, how can she lose control over herself, surely no one is that drunk that they don't know what's happening between them.

But she managed to pull herself together and whispered, 'Mere pati?? Kya naam bata sakti hai aap unka?', she questioned. The woman looked at her in disbelief; this girl has completely lost it according to her. But she replied back in a plain tone, 'Koyi Mister Khanna the…', and she left before any further questions were asked. Seriously, today's generation! Everyday couples changed, and this girl was the limit. She couldn't even remember her husband, let alone his name as if that matters!

Kripa stood there; shocked, angry, confused at what was happening. Who was this Khanna the woman referred to? Then it hit her, Khanna….. Angad Khanna!!! She let out a small gasp as his name appeared before her eyes. She could feel tear form in her eyes as Harshini's words echoed in her mind, 'uss ke chakar main mat para.. istemaal kare ga aur phir phenk de ga!'. One part of her was telling her this couldn't have happened, surely Angad wouldn't have stayed with her through half the night…. In THIS room. Surely he wouldn't have taken advantage of her drunken situation. Last nights memories flashed back; she remembered getting drunk, dancing around Angad in the middle of the hall. Then she remembered Angad lifting her up and taking her outside. She nearly choked on her words, 'Kya Angad aissa kar sakta hai?'. She didn't know, as her mind went blank after remembering herself in Angad's arms. She couldn't recall anything further except the fact that she's in this hostel now.

She looked at herself again, noticing something about the red shirt she wore. It was quite large compared to her size. She ignored her thoughts and began changing helplessly. She wasn't as upset now after realising it was Angad. He could never do such thing, she thought, there must have been a misunderstanding. She 'tried' avoiding the fact that he was with her in this room throught the night… that too alone.

She took off the shirt and changed back into her clothes. She scanned the shirt and could smell the manly essence from it. Then she remembered Angad had worn this yesterday. Turning it around her eyes widened in surprise as she noticed a pink lipstick mark on one of the shoulder sleeves. Tears ran down her face continuously as she sat down on the floor clutching the shirt. Did it really happen? Did she really do 'IT'? She felt disgusted at herself more than Angad, how could she be this careless? She figured that someone must have mixed something in her drink, as she had never drunk alcohol before. But the one thing that sprang up in her mind was that she wouldn't forgive him. He took advantage of her state and now he'll have to pay. She couldn't believe someone could act so cheap! But first, she had to ask him what had happened; she couldn't jump to a conclusion straight away.

She quickly got up, wiped her tears and threw HIS clothes on the bed and left the room, after picking up her bag that lay on the floor.

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She walked inside her house after Gayitri opened it. 'KRIPA?' Gayitri called after her. 'Tu aa gayi beta… kaha thi poori raat?', she questioned seriously. Kripa hesitated but replied, 'Maa.. main kal Harshu ke ghar thi.. wo bohat zid kar rahi thi to main chali gayi… ghar pe phone kiya tha par koyi utha nahi raha tha…', she replied but ran to her room without waiting for Gayitri's response.

'Isse kya hua?... college se aaj aa jaye phir baat karu gi', she said to herself and then in a louder tone said, 'Jaldi se tayaar ho jao… college ke liye der ho rahi hai… aaj Shashank nahi aaye ge, unko koyi zaroori kaam hai to wo do din ke liye abroad gaye hai', and left for the kitchen, to prepare breakfast.

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Kripa threw herself on her bed and began crying furiously, she hated lying to Gayitri, but since she met Angad, she had no choice but to do so. She tightened her grip on her pillow, 'bohat utavle (hurry) ho rahe the aap ko apni baaho main lene ke liye', the words repeated in her mind.

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She walked through the college campus, it was already 11am and she was half an hour late for her first class. But she could careless; as it is she looked quite disturbed. She walked with her eyes downcast, staring at the floor and clutching the files in her hands tighter every time she tried to think what may have happened yesterday.

'Look she's here… aa gayi wo..' she heard voices and looked up to see all the seniors standing there. Manek stood their eyeing her body up and down with his lustful eyes. She looked away, only to hear his loud comment, 'One.. Two.. Three…', She looked confused, but the crease on her forehead soon disappeared as she heard them all singing next.

'Zara Zara Touch Me Touch Me… Kiss me Kiss me', they all emphasised on their terrible singing and circled around her. 'Kya hua Kripa… aaj humme gaana nahi sunao gee… Come on Babe… Hold Me Hold Me Holed Me',, they teased and continued singing.

Kripa narrowed her eyes at them, she wanted to slap each and everyone of them. But then she heard another voice, 'Come on guys, chodo usse… we have better things to do then run after her every time… Forget it yaar', she turned around and noticed Angad standing their. She could feel tears forming in her eyes as he walked towards her. How can her say that after what he did with her yesterday? She ignored believing the fact that he was trying to help her out.

He made his way towards her as she aimed daggers at him, through her eyes. He gave a weak smile as all the seniors rushed towards him, making several comments. 'Kya yaar Angad.. yeh aaj tujhe kya ho gaya?... lagta hai ke jee bhar gaya hai tera kal se, tabhi to chutkaara paana chahta hai', Manek sneered. Prithvi kept quite, not being able to believe what may have happened between the two. He was given the details of last night's events from the 'gang', as he was with Harshini yesterday.

Manek whispered in Angad's ears, '.. waisse, kaissi thi?...', Angad gave him a murderous look, 'M-Mera matlab hai k-kal raat? I mean kal raat kaissi thi', he grinned. Angad hands tightened into a fist as anger rose within him. How can they all think this? That Kripa and him…?

'Kripa…. Tum jao yaha se', Angad said seriously looking at her, he didn't want anyone insulting her, otherwise he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. But Kripa stayed glued to the spot and insisted calmly, 'Nahi… mujhe tum se kuch zaroori baat karni hai', she looked at him straight in the eye with accusation and gave a side glance to HIS gang, '…Akele main..'.

'Woooooooaaaahhh….oooohhh', their were loads of 'oohs' and 'aahs' as she said this, of course in a negative way. Manek took advantage 'Haa Angad… tum jao… MISS Sharma (emphasising on Miss. Sharma) ko tum se bohat zaoori baat karni hai… aur wo bhi akele main', he winked at him. Angad shot him another ice cold glare and signalled to Kripa with his hands, indicating 'after you'. Their were more cat calls and whispers, 'Maan gaye Angad ko yaar.. ek din main hi ladki pata li, aur baat yaha tak pohanch gayi', they laughed.

They both walked side by side inside, Kripa could feel her heart beating faster as she was a few steps away from the truth. She didn't know if she'd be able to bare it. She knew the answer, she knew he took advantage.. But she wanted to know from his own words. To see how ashamed he was off his act.

Angad walked inside a lift and Kripa followed, 'T-Tum kuch khan chahti thi', he asked nervously. He figured out that she must have found out about him asking the waiter to mix something in her drink.

'H-aa… wo.. main', she fidgeted with her fingers not being able to ask him directly. Angad looked at her as he pressed the 'stop' button on the lift. Kripa's head shot up, 'Y-yeh kya kar rahe ho… lift kyu rok di?', she questioned not being sure what to make out of his looks on her.

'Tum kuch kehna chahti thi na?... Well there won't be anyone here, canteen main sab ho ge to iss liye… unless you don't mind?', he replied in a soft tone, which amazed her quite a lot.

'Nahi… it's ok… wo actually main kal raat ke bare main baat karna chahti thi', she said directly looking at him. He looked away, 'Kal raat ke bare main kya?'.

'Wo.. m-mai… I wanted to ask ke.. k-kal hamare beech k-kya hua tha?', she looked at her fingers that were tightened in a not, not being able to talk to him about such matters.

The weak smile on his lips turned into a lazy grin as he walked towards her. She stepped back hesitantly, looking at him with frightened eyes. Before she knew it, she felt the metal (lift) walls behind her. She looked to her side then back at him, as he stopped right in front of her. 'Hamare beech.. hamre beech kya Kripa', he teased her, the grin still on his face.

'Mera matlab ke.. kal raat party ke baad.. I mean ke main hostel main kaisse pohanchi', she asked expecting the answer this time.

Angad lifted his right hand and traced her left arm with it. His feather light fingers rubbed and slid softly down her arms, giving her a sensuous feeling. She let out a small gasp, 'A-Angad, yeh kya kar rahe ho?', she asked softly, her eyes automatically transferring from his eyes to his throat. He bent down near her ears and whispered, 'Tumhe nahi pata ke main kya kar raha ho… (she tilted her head a little, indicating a no) do you want a free trial?' he asked softly, his lips brushed against the tip of her ears. Though she couldn't make out what he meant, her head jolted up hearing the tone of his voice, and his mischievous smile, realising it wouldn't be something so innocent.

'She placed her free hand (one was holding the files) on his chest and pushed him gently, 'Angad.. saaf saaf batao… ke kal hamare beech kya hua tha… Mera matlab ke wo… wo jo kapre maine pehne the (she closed her eyes to suppress the tears, then opened them again) wo kaha se aaye'.

His grin turned into a loving smile but he soon recovered and smirked instead, 'Kal raat… tumhe kuch yaad nahi Kripa?'. He whispered and blew air in her ears leading her to close her eyes at his touch. He knew she was affected by him, continuing in the same tone, he moved his head so he was facing her, 'Kal raat.... hamre beech…. Hamare beech…' his breath mingled with hers as he spoke seductively.

All of a sudden he stepped away from her not being able to suppress his smile he continued, 'Poocho mat… kal ke baad to main mu (face) dikhane ke kabil nahi raha…' giving her side glances, he continued 'tum ne to mujhe kahi ka nahi choda'.

Tears formed in her eyes as she realised the hidden meaning of his word, not at all concentrating on his tone of voice or his teasing tone.

'Angad saaf saaf batao kya hua?'.

He looked at her and said, 'Kripa tumhe kuch bhi yaad nahi?.. hamare beech kal itna kuch hua aur tum keh rahi ho ke..' he was interrupted by Kripa who asked expectantly, 'T-Tum jhoo bol rahe ho na'? He was enjoying this now, he'd had fun watching her getting annoyed.

'Jhoot??... aur main… No Way!.... sweetheart.. kal to tum bilkul jangli billi ki tarha thi… kal maine tumhe bohat rokne ki koshish ki par tum nahi maani', he continued, loving the look of disgust on her face, 'Tumhe yakeen nahi hai na mujh pe?.... You wanna see the marks you left me? Shukar hai ke main bach kar bhaag gaya… warna tum nashe main pata nahi kya kya kar bethti' innocence was the one thing not visible on his face.

The word 'nashe' really got to her and the next thing Angad felt was the tight slap she gave him across his cheeks. He abruptly put his right hand on his now red cheek; he surely didn't see that one coming. How dare she slap him? Angad Khanna?

'Sharam aani chahiye tumhe… ek ladki ka nashe ki haalat main advantage lene ki… Tum samajhte kya ho.. tum ne jo mere saath kiya wo main itni aasani se bhool jaaoo gi? Ha? … Well, that's where your wrong MR. ANGAD KHANNA!!!…. Koi insaan itna gir sakta hai yeh maine kabhi sapne main bhi nahi socha tha… chee' she looked away disgusted.

'De-Dekho Kripa.. jaissa tum soch rahi ho waissa bilkul nah—' he was cut out by a furiously shaking Kripa now.

'Main ab sab kuch samajh gayi hu Angad… Arre sharam aani chahiye tumhe, itni ginhoni harkat karne se pehle ek baar bhi nahi socha ke mujh par kya beete gi?' she questioned and wiped her tear- drained face with her palm.

Angad felt as if someone had ripped his heart into several pieces, and then sold it. How can Kripa accuse him of something so big, he was only playing with her when he said about the bruises she left him? But she was accusing him again and again, without waiting for his response, nor his side of the story. He tried touching her elbow to stop her, 'Suno Kripa.. aissa kuch nahi hua.. mai sirf mazaak ka-' again he was cut off.

'Aissa hi hua na Angad, aur ulta tum mujh par ilzaam laga rahe ho ke maine tum par…Disgusting!... Aur Mazaak? Kitne aur jhoot bole ge Angad… actually, shayad tum sach hi keh rahe ho… Yeh sab tumhare liye sirf ek mazaak hai na.. Its all a joke for you? Ladkiyo ka istemaal karna to koyi tum se seekhe. Chee! Girne ki bhi koyi had hoti hai, par tum, tumhare liye to ladkiya sirf ek khel hai.. hainna?' , she shook her head in denial accusing him of anything and everything. She, of course, had Tanya's story in her mind, that she had witnessed with her own eyes.

He looked at her shocked, disbelieved at her false accusation. She had hit a sore core, how can she think that girls were a toy for him, that he used them? That he took advantage of her helpless situation. He roughly pushed her by her shoulders and pressed her against the wall. She looked up at him, scared, her eyes wide in horror as he pressed his body hard against hers.

'Tum samajhti kya ho apne aap ko…ha? Itni der se tumhaari yeh bakwaas sune jaa raha hu, ab aur nahi. Actually, you know what? Galti meri hi hai, ke maine tumhari help karne ki koshish ki kal, aur tum ho ke ulta mujh per hi ilzaam laga rahi ho. Maine kaha na..', his voice roared against her ears, '…Maine kaha na, ke main sirf ek mazaak kar raha tha tumhare saath… hamare beech aissa kuch nahi hua.. aur naa hi maine tumhara fayeda uthaya… How can you accuse me of something so cheap? Kya tumhe lagta hai ke main aissa kar sakta hu?', his tone suggested he was expecting an answer. But she just stared at him, as tears still rolled down her eyes.

'Your.. hurting me Angad', she managed to choke on her words and closed her eyes, not being able to meet his. He sighed and loosened his grip around her. Now he was angry at the fact that she didn't remember anything that took place yesterday. He calmed himself and narrated his story in a soft voice, consoling her.

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Phew!!...lol… ok so this was a really long part, I tried making up for the delay. I somehow managed to find time and wrote this, well, my last exam's on Friday, its an art exam and lasts for 6 hours… and I need to finish the coursework required for that, so I wrote this part up pretty quick, sorry if there are any errors or bloopers… do let me know by pm's if their are any and I'll edit them ASAP.

Also, I've been receiving loads of pm's, so thanks a lot guys, they really do encourage me to continue!

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wonderful part 😛
loved the story so far, but then what actually happened? got my attention the most 😕
the i don't think kripa should have judged anything before knowing the truth so yeah
why is this stupid maanik behaving like a total a$$? he always has his nose into either angad or kripa's business 😡
wondering what might have actually happened 😕 just hope angad didn't do something wrong 😭
do cont soon when you can 😃

awesome part; it was nice and long. I'm sure angad did nothing; but angads freinds are disgusting; I liked the slight teasing but I guess he teased at the wrong time. awesome part; kripa has some trust but i guess what sjhe saw before isnt allowing her to believ. lovely part, keep it up 😃