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Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki: Episode Discussion Thread - 27
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Originally posted by: superstar15
Hey Isra grt to have u back hun that was a good part u no wen i read the part i felt as if ak r getting more attracted to each other and omg angad is not going to stop his jokes no wonder she got angry that was not something to laugh about but i wonder wat really happened extremely good job cant wait for the next part plz cont soon.
Love Ya Hun
Rhea 😛
hey Irsa wonderful part and here are the answers to your question: Thanks Meha
What did you think of this part?
This part was really faboulous.... especially how Kripa's words had effected Angad.
Did Kripa do the right thing accusing Angad?
I don't think that she should have accused Angad like that, but I think Angad got what he deserved since he joked around like that with her. Yeh, she shudn't hve gotten 2 a conclusion str8 away, but Angad didn't try nd solve the matter, but made things worse.. but then again, he didn't reli knw wht was going on inside her, nd how she felt😕
Do you like the storyline of the fic so far?
I do actually really like the story line so far, it's something that keeps you wanting for more, the way you explain and describe things in details, and how you don't leave anything behind.... keep up the good work. 😊 aww thanks...
-Meha
P.S. continue soon.. 😆
Part 11
'You're...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.
She struggled as he started, 'Angad chodo mujhe… mujhe kuch nahi sunana…', insisting, she tried pushing him away by pressing her hands firmly against his chest.
He looked at her not wanting a no for an answer, 'Agar sach nahi sunana, to phir poocha kyu mujh se?' he questioned, raising an eye brow. She looked up at him, he was right. She wanted to know what happened. So now she should listen to his explanation. But how can she be sure if he was telling the truth? He could be lying! Otherwise why would he lie about such a thing when she had asked him first?
She noticed his grip around her tighten as he once again started. She stopped struggling now and lowered her gaze after giving him a murderous look. She realised she couldn't walk away, no matter how much she tried. Because firstly, they were in a 'stopped' lift which she was sure he wouldn't let her start again, and secondly, of course, he had her pinned up against the wall. He smirked inwardly and started.
(Note- the flashback won't be from Angad's POV, as that way, a second person's feelings/ reactions wouldn't be described properly…lol)
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Angad picked her up on his shoulders, caveman style, and began walking out of the house. There were a lot of cat calls and wolf-whistles as they both exited the house. Mishti looked at both of them with murderous expressions. Kripa struggled and kicked her legs violently, wanting him to put her down. The seniors commented smugly, 'Waah Angad, aaj to terakaam ho gaya… sambhal kar rakhna isse, bohat naazuk hai bechari', they all knew what type of guy Angad was…
'Angad… utaro mujhe', she shouted and punched him hard on his shoulders as they exited the house. He tightened his grip around her as she stretched and bent her legs, doing her best to annoy him so he'll leave her. 'Tum hote kaun ho mujhe uthane wale? I said, LEAVE ME... Angad!', she demanded.
He finally stopped and slowly loosened his grip around her; she slid down his body trying not to fall in her drunken state. He stared at her, as she was pressed against him hard. His arms were still snugly hung around her waist, and her hands loosely around his neck. He could feel her hot breath on his well- built chest and at once his gaze diverted to her slightly parted lips, and once again felt the sudden urge to feel them against his. They looked extremely soft, and welcoming, with their shallow breaths, as if inviting him to come and explore them fully. His eyes wondered to the motion of her chest, moving up and down, trying to control her rapid heartbeat. He realised her legs were pressed firmly against his; the fact they were pressed against his hardness somehow thrilled and excited him. She blushed prettily; watching his hungry eyes wonder and explore her face, with such desire and passion. He saw her blush and stopped himself from gazing any lower. She was surely not in her state of mind, if she was, he knew she would say something back. Ask him why he was staring at her, or even worse slap him, thinking he might have bad intentions… which, of course, he didn't. Bas kar Angad yaar… isse to hosh nahi hai, par tujhe to hai.. how can you think like that in such a time, he thought.
They were interrupted by one of Angad's friends who made a dull comment and stopped a few metres away from him, 'Waah, Angad... kya maal hai yaar...', as his eyes explored the closeness between the two. Angad abruptly turned around irritated at being disturbed and felt angry at all the lousy comment his 'friends' were making. He gave him the you-better-leave kind of look, tilting his head to indicate the house. His friend turned around and walked away, after winking at him.
He turned back to Kripa and realised his arms were still around her slim, yet curvaceous waist, and she was trying to set herself free. He pulled his hands back, not at all wanting too, dam* they felt right around her.
'Chalo Kripa... main tumhe ghar chod du', he offered and started walking towards his car.
'Ghar? Kaun ssssa ghar? Kisssss ka ghar?' she slurped and began walking behind him.
'Tumhare ghar... Come on Kripa, raat bohat ho chuki hai... let's go', and he held her hand and turned around.
'Tum ne phir mujhe pakar liya An-n-gad!', she asked seeming annoyed and pulled her hand back from his grip and began massaging it, muttering something under her breath, which he found really cute. She huffed and continued, 'Itni zor se kyun pakra.. dekho kitne bruises chod diye..... Mai kaha bhaagi jaa rahi thi?...', she asked, biting her tongue between her teeth, looking extremely gullible. Unknowingly, a small smile appeared across his lips at her innocent gestures, and he walked towards her as if in a dream-like state.
'Are you OK', asking he once again held her hand, 'checking' out the bruise she said he left her. She stared at him as he rubbed his thumb on her wrist, with a worried expression on his face, which simply amazed her. Was he, Angad Khanna, really worried about her?
He looked up, then back at her hands, 'Ab theek hai... chale?'
'Nahi...mujhe ghar nahi jaana... I don't want to go home', she insisted like a little kid, who was as if in a fair and not wanting to go home, and folded her arms across her chest.
'Chalo warna main... m-main', he thought of something, 'Warna... tum kya?' she asked innocently.
He grinned and replied naughtily, 'warna main phir se tumhe utha lu ga' saying this he grabbed her left hand and pulled her along with him.
'Hooaaa! Angad!', she put her free hand on her mouth as if he had committed a big sin. He stopped and sighed, 'Ab kya hua?'.
'Tumhe s-s-s-s-sharam nahi aati Angad-d-d.. ek mard-d-d ho kar-r-r ek ladki kes-s-s-s-aath zabaradassssti karte hue?' she said in a child like manner emphasising on each and every word.
'Ek mard hone ka ladki ke saath zabardasti karne ka kya ta'luq? Aur waisse bhi, ladki ke saath nahi to kya ladke ke saath zabardasti karu?' he asked with a hint of mischief in his eyes as he brought her closer.
'Chee! Chee! Angad…' blocking her ears she slurred something and giggled. Then began walking away, 'Angad... tumhari gaari kaha hai... chalo.. ghar jaana hai maine.. kab se kehrahi hu itni raat ho gayi, ghar chod do, pata hai, raat ko ek akeli ladki ko bahar nahi ghoomna chahiye… aur wo bhi akele', she said in a loud, whispering voice as if telling him something important.
'Akeli?? Tum akeli kaha ho, mai hu na tumhare saath..' saying this he unlocked his car.
'Offo!..(she tapped her forehead) tum kahan kamesha saath nibhaoge.. sirf aaj ho, pata hai, iss tarha aadat par jayegi mujhe', she said purely, not knowing what her words meant. He stopped and turned around, not realising the small frown that had appeared on his forehead, feeling slight hurt by her words. But why did he care?
She continued, '…aur tum ho ke baat hi nahi sun re... Bad Boy! Angad..', she shook a finger up at him, accusingly, as his jaw dropped open, 'Mai???', he pointed at himself, 'Tum thehro, main abhi bata hoo', he replied and walked towards her. She ran away laughing to herself, every now and then looking back to see where he was.
He called after her, 'Kripa... ruko… KRIPA…. stop Dam* it!', and sprinted after her. Afraid, she might fall as she toppled every now and then. He wondered how she had drunk so much, he had completely lost track of her after the waiter had given her two drinks. Then he remembered giving the waiter 1000 Rs, and reasoned that the waiter must have given her more liquor thinking he had too, due to the large amount of money offered.
He kicked himself inwardly when finally reaching her. Roughly turning her around he said getting hold of his breath, 'Kripa... what.. do… you think you're doing? Ghar nai chalna?'
Ignoring her answer, he pulled her arm and walked towards his car. She pulled her arm away and walked beside him. Randomly, she started singing, copying Kajol's dancing style from DDLJ, '…Zaraaaaa Sa Jhooooooom Lu Maein, Are Na Re Na Re Naaaa', turning in a 360 degree angle, she continued, 'Zaraaaaa Sa Ghooooom Lu Maein, Are Na Re Na Re Naaaaaa..'. What amused him was the fact that she sung both the male and the female versions. Missing out a line, she ran to the car with her arms open wide, 'Maein Chaliiiiii Bankeeee Hawaaaaaa,… Rabbaaaaa Mereeeeee Menuuuuuu Bachaaaaaa'.
He groaned inwardly and followed her to the car, and asked tongue in cheek, 'Waisse Kripa… you missed out a line'.
'Nahi to… kaun sssi??', she asked confused and held her head cutely.
He sung the words, or rather said them rolling his eyes and tilting his head to see her reaction every now and then, 'Aaa Tujhe Choom Lu Maein…'.
She rolled her eyes to avert his gaze from her cheeks that were gradually turning red from his every comment, to her eyes instead.
'Come on lets go', he seated her inside the car, as she found it hard to do it herself and began driving, 'Kripa, tumhare ghar kaha hai?', he finally questioned.
'Patta nahi?... yaad nahi mujhe'.
'WHAT? How can you not know where you live? Dekho tumhari haalat bohat kharab hai, so tell me where your house is?'
'Acha baba,', and she directed him to her house.
She talked the entire ride, not realising what her words meant, some of course were very misleading and amused Angad and made him wonder about their second meaning, which excited him even more.
The car stopped outside her house when he realised she won't be able to walk in herself. As it is, she tripped at least dozen times outside, and her parents would get worried if they saw her like this. He knew Harshini through Aaliyah, and she belonged to a very well- brought up family. And Kripa being her cousin, wouldn't be any lesser. Surely her parents would get a great shock if they saw her in that state, alone at night, drunk, with a guy… God knows what possibilities may pop up in their mind. He didn't want her to be in trouble because of him, and his stupid plan of getting payback. For once, he regretted his decision, he regretted ragging her continuously, embarrassing her in front of his friends, in front of her friends… Regretted drugging her. He admitted to himself that he actually enjoyed her company; she seemed so pleasant, good- natured, soft- hearted and... Da*n the list was endless.
Before she could say anything he drove away.
'Angad… hum kaha jaa rahe hai?', she asked excitedly, clapping her hands.
He gave her a side glance and smiled, 'Tumhe Harshu ke ghar ka address pata hai?', he questioned. She nodded negatively, not being able to remember at all.
He sighed and replied, 'Acha..'. Doing a U-turn he rode towards the nearest hotel and parked the car outside. Then thought of something, and looked at Kripa who looked eagerly at the fancy hotel, 'hum yaha jaa rahe hai?'.
He shook his head, no, he couldn't go inside. His dad was a well- known business man, if he went inside the press would take photos of him with 'some' girl going into a hotel.. Alone at night… and the rumour would be spread. As it is, they follow him practically everywhere.
He turned around and drove to the nearest hostel. Surely, no one would follow him there, and there wouldn't be a problem. He'll drop her there, pay for the night and tomorrow morning, she would simply leave.
He parked his car outside and helped Kripa out. They both walked inside, with his hands tightly wrapped around hers so she wouldn't fall.
'Hi…' he greeted the woman that worked there, looking in her mid- 30s. She pushed down her glasses, just above the curve of her nose, and looked at the two strangely.
'Can I help you?'
'Umm… Yeh, actually humme ek kamra chahiye tha…' he answered uncomfortably as Kripa kept tugging on his arm and giggling every now and then.
'Ummm yeh… so I wanted a room for the night,'
'Ek kamra?', she eyed them both, not sure of their intentions, 'Do nahi?...Are you both married?'.
He thought for a second and replied, 'Yes… we're newly-wed…' he smiled back and wrapped his arms around Kripa so she'll buy it. He was sure he wouldn't be let in if he said they weren't, as it is, this woman was giving him the creeps by looking at him with a strong gaze. She nodded and took out a form for him to sign.
Kripa, on the other hand, kept feeling high and kept jumping around showing and pointing at various things. She continued pulling his jacket sleeves and said loudly, 'JALDI KARO NA... aur kitni der hai…',
He sighed, 'Can you hurry up please, actually hame thodi jaldi hai.. (Then added quickly) I have to get somewhere soon, and I don't want to be late,'
Kripa giggled and once again begun singing, 'Talli Main Talli… Mian talli ho gayyiiiii', and curved her arms in a circle near her head, indicating she has lost it, according to the song.
He looked at her strangely; she was being way too random today. What had happened to her? She was behaving so openly with him… Ok so he knows what happened…. But for once he liked it.
The lady of course 'understood' why they were hurrying and gave him the keys after looking at Kripa suspiciously, 'Thank you Mr Khanna (she read his name from the form)... Its second floor, first door to your right… Enjoy your stay'.
He smiled back, appreciating, and held Kripa by her waist firmly and practically ran upstairs, as she continued singing.
The lady sighed, 'Ghar par yeh sab kyu nahi kar lete?... yehi jaga milti hai in bade logo go,…'.
Opening the door to the room, they walked in, 'Chalo Kripa, this is your room for today, kal subha tum chali jaana yaha se, I'll send my driver here to pick you up tomorrow and he'll leave you at your house,' he smiled at her.
'Nahi Angad, tum nahi jaa sakte... main yaha akeli kaise reh sakti hu... aur waisse bhi, wo aurat itni buri thi... did you ssssee the way she wassss looking at us when you ssssaid that we were marri---- WHY DID YOU SSSSAY WE WERE MARRIED?', she asked changing the topic with a hand on her hips, and her eyes closing slightly.
She walked towards him and suddenly started to feel dizzy. Before realising anything, she dropped on the bed and fainted, not being able to stay awake for longer.
He rushed towards her and checked her pulse, sighing with relief he shifted her so she comfortably lay on the pillow. He got up to walk away when he realised she was still in her churidaar, thinking she wouldn't be able to sleep properly, he looked around for something and noticed the small cupboard on a corner. Opening it he realised it held nothing but a few PJ sets and a small towel. He took out a white PJ set and unfolded it. The shirt was way too small for her, he noticed, but the pyjama would fit fine, he calculated.
He scanned through the cupboard but found nothing. Finally noticing his own shirt, he smiled and thought, 'It'll do', and took it off. He placed the clothes on the bed, and wore his leather jacket and made his way out the door, looking for assistance. Remembering hotels had no room service, he chuckled, he should have known before, now what was he supposed to do?
Just then he heard small footsteps echoing down the corridor, making their way towards where he was. He turned around and noticed an old woman walking. She was wearing a duppata on her head and a plain salwar suit. He smiled at her warmly as she looked at him suspiciously.
'Anything wrong, beta?' she asked as she saw him waiting outside the room, with only a jacket on and stopped. He nodded no. She smiled weirdly and begun walking away, must be some new fashion, she thought.
Angad suddenly thought of something, 'Actually (she stopped and faced him)… mera meri wife se jhagra (fight) ho gaya hai.. to thori mujh se khaffa hai (he chuckled uneasily) to mujhe andar nai jaane de rahi', he looked at the door and back at her. The old woman smiled, 'nai nai shaadi hui hai kya?', he smiled back and pretended to blush by looking down sheepishly.
She smiled, 'shuru shuru main hota hai.. (touching his cheeks affectingly, she continued) baad main sab theek ho jayega', and begun walking away.
He once again stopped her, 'Actually, uski haalat kaafi kharab hai…tez buhaar hai. Aur abhi tak kapre bhi nahi badlae, aur mujhe apne paas bhi nahi aane deti… kuch bolu to ulta peet ti hai.. pata nahi kya kya phenka mera upar gusse main…… to mai kya karu?' he asked expectantly.
The woman understood, 'Beta… main help kar du?', he nodded yes and slowly opened the door, pretending to be scared of her.
He smiled successfully, and waited outside. Today had been some day, he thought. For once he talked to someone fully, even if it was random topics, it was quite entertaining and he enjoyed her company to the fullest. He remembered her singing and her dance at the party, she was surely a 'chuppi rustam', and he grinned lovingly. He would stop annoying her now; she had had enough as it is, spending a day with him, that too in that state… he chuckled.
His thoughts were interrupted as the woman walked out, 'beta.. maine kapre badla diye hai.. tum chale jao andar wo so chuki hai… par… tumne to kaha tha wo bohat gusse main hai.. magar wo to soyi vi thi jab mai andar gayi… aur bukhaar bhi nai tha?'
He thought for a moment, 'haa… tabyat kharab thi, shayad issliye so gayi… par shayad ab bukhaar kum ho gaya ho'.
She smiled and walked away, 'Khayal rakhna usska… Allah tum dono ki Jodi hamesha salamat rakhe', she blessed him.
His eyes opened wide in shock first, then, unknowingly, his face turned into a loving smile, 'Thanks'.
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Please do comment guyz… nd I'm sorry if u felt the flashback was turning out as a drag…😕... anywayz this is a reli long part so i hope i made up 4 the delay😳
Next Part- end of flashback/ kripa feeling guilty... and haven't decided wht else yet
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