~*KyA dIl NaI kAhA*~ NEW PART! July 11th! - Page 23

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"Get up, you lazy bum!" Karthik was saying.

"Get off!" Angad mumbled, only half-comprehending what was going on. "It's Sunday."

"I know that, but do you know what time it is?"

"Time for you to go away and let me sleep?"

"It's almost ten, boy."

"So what?"

"Cricket game in 5 minutes!."

"Shit!"

"Come on, Kripa! LET'S GO!"

Kripa hurriedly stuffed a piece of toast into her mouth before jogging out of the house for the cricket game that was to take place in five minutes. Since Prithvi, Josh, and Angad were all on the team, Kripa had Alliyah, Mishty, and Karthik to keep her company. She wasn't too excited for cheering on Angad but she had to. They sprinted up into the stands, where mostly everyone was already assembled.

The game went on and toward the middle of it something unexpected happened.

Angad's eyes were fixed intently on the ball that was coming towards him and all he could think of was to beat Josh to it. Josh's legs appeared next to him as they both raced for victory. A scream was heard and Angad's eyes snapped off the ball for a moment to someone sitting a little beyond where the ball was coming.

Before Angad could even think about what he was doing, he jumped out at Josh, knocking both of them to the ground about a foot away from where Kripa was sitting. She shrieked and jumped down a couple of seats to the two figures.

"What the bloody hell, Angad?" yelled Josh, gingerly getting to his feet with the help of Kripa.

"She- she was sitting behind the ball...!" Angad tried to explain, pointing at Kripa.

"What?" Josh rubbed his head.

"Your girlfriend was sitting right behind the ball, crying like a loser!" Angad spat before he could stop himself.

"Shut up, I'm not his girlfriend!" said Kripa lamely.

Angad shook his head to clear it and was about to turn and leave but then turned back around at Kripa.

"You should be thanking me, Kripa," he said looking directly into her eyes. "If I didn't spot your ugly face first, you wouldn't be here right now. So much for Josh's 20/20 vision!"

Without waiting for an answer, Angad turned around and left. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kripa fuss over Josh, making sure he was alright.

Great, thought Kripa sarcastically. So the devil saved me. Perfect! Yet another ridicule to endure from that --

"Kripa? Are you okay?" Mishty asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," sighed Kripa. After making sure Josh was alright, she sat down and continued watching the game.

An hour and a half later, when Kripa's bottom was getting sore from sitting so long, the game finally ended. Their team won!

Kripa stayed behind to wait for Josh and Prithvi. Unfortunately, it was Angad who came out of the changing rooms first with his stupid friend Manan and they were walking directly toward her.

"It's okay," Angad commanded to Manan. "You go on without me. This should be fun."

Manan laughed stupidly as Angad casually made his way to Kripa. Once his precious loser friend was out of sight, Angad leaned against a tree and stared at Kripa expectantly.

"What?" she finally snapped.

"I came here to give you a chance to thank me," he stated smoothly.

"And what makes you think I was going to?" Kripa inquired angrily.

"Seeing that I saved you today, it is polite to show some gratitude, wouldn't you agree?" Angad explained as if he was talking to a three-year-old.

"F**k off!"

"Now, now, Kripa. Show some respect."

"Leave me alone."

"You know, if it wasn't for me, your sorry butt would be in the hospital!"

"If it weren't for you, Angad, I wouldn't be standing here wasting my breath!"

"So you'd rather be dead?"

"I would rather you be dead!"

Angad sighed a fake and dramatic sigh. "I only came over to hear a simple thanks -"

"Well you're not getting it. Now go crawl into a corner and shrivel up!"

"I've been trying to be nice to you. You're pushing it."

"Nice? You? I haven't seen you nice since... never mind," Kripa said, recalling his behavior at the Ball.

"You've never seen me nice. I doubt you ever will with your attitude."

"How can you be such a stuck up, arrogant, low, selfish brat all the time?" shot Kripa. "I mean, how the hell can you go around bragging about all your money and fu**ing girls? And you ask for respect? I spit on people like you!" Oh, she was on a roll! "Strutting around the place like you own it! Despicable and infuriating, you are! I bet you've never done a good deed, have you? Hell, Angad, the only time you actually DO act nice is to get girls, right? Like at the damned Ball? Could've fooled anyone into thinking she was truly beautiful and smart! And you know what else? You're a liar! How dare you trick someone into thinking that you actually care about the girl you danced with? Just to have a lousy dance with her and take her to your room afterwards? And to THINK that I -- !"

"How did you know about the girl?" he interrupted, taken aback.

Kripa's eyes widened as she thought about what she had said. Getting carried away was something she was unused to, and this was definitely not the best time. Now Angad was going to find out everything. So to cover up, Kripa did the next best thing; she bluffed.

"What are you talking about?" she asked calmly.

"You just started rambling about the girl I danced with at the Ball! You know her, don't you?"

"...I do not!" snapped Kripa, avoiding his eyes. "And what girl are you talking about?"

"Don't lie to me, Kripa. You know perfectly well that I danced with a girl. You raged about her moments ago!"

"Huh? Look, I really don't know what -!"

"'How dare you, blah, blah, blah, like the girl you danced with'?" Angad echoed her. "You know her! Who is she?"

Crap! thought Kripa. He's going to find out!

"I don't know the girl," she lied.

"Oh yes you do! Spill it!"

"I don't!"

You can't squish it out of me! NEVER!

"Yes you DO!" Angad said, taking a step forward. "Tell me who she is or I will be forced to use several methods of persuasion."

"For the last time, Angad, I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!"

"Quit the pretenses. She's a 21 year old female singer. Hell, she even has your hair color and everything! She's practically your twin; how could you not know her?"

You're thicker than Prithvi!!

"Well... I have seen her around, I suppose," Kripa stalled.

"Then who is she?"

ME! You idiot! Honestly, What. A. Moron.

"I don't know her name," Kripa said, glancing at the changing rooms and wondering what was talking Prithvi and Josh so long.

"You don't know her name?" Angad asked somewhat desperately.

"No."

Kripa Kripa! Her name is Kripa Kripa!

Angad cursed and turned away. An idea seemed to come to him.

"Find out," he ordered.

"Why should I?"

Before Kripa could even blink, Angad had her pushed against a tree. He got dangerously close and whispered, "Don't make me make you."

WAY too close, boy!

"Your threats are meaningless to me. Now kindly step away."

Yes, go fly back to your little birdie nest!

"Kripa, I need you to find out who she is!" Angad said, still too close for Kripa's liking. "Please," he unexpectedly added.

"I can't," said Kripa, trying to squirm out of his grasp. But his hands flew on either side of her and he pushed his body against hers, giving her no chance of escape.

"You can and will!" he hissed.

Mmm... he smells nice...

Kripa shoved that last thought aside and stared defensively into Angad's cold eyes. Could he really not see the person in front of him? How could he not recognize Kripa from the dance? That thought hurt her.

So he never cared after all. He just wanted to bed me. My eyes would have given me away easily, but I guess he's never really looked at them carefully enough. Typical Angad.

Guilt overpowered Angad again. It seemed that every time he was around Kripa, something tugged at him inside. Like a little voice that constantly nagged him. Except it seemed that the voice spoke another language that Angad could not understand, because he couldn't make out why he felt so guilty. It would have made sense if he was talking like this to the Mystery Girl, but Kripa? What was so special about her?

And there was that look in her eyes. That permanent look of frustration and disappointment. It never seemed to leave her eyes whenever she looked at him. Maybe that's what made Angad feel so guilty whenever he yelled at her. Maybe he was starting to get slightly uncomfortable around her for reasons beyond hatred. But no; he couldn't possibly care about her opinions of him! To care about what she thought lead to caring about her satisfaction. And caring for that meant caring for her...

As Angad stood there, absorbed in his own thoughts, he took notice of Kripa's discomfort of being so close to him. Smirking, he stepped back to let her breathe. The rest team, lead by Prithvi, was now exiting from their changing rooms and Angad saw that Kripa was looking immensely relieved. He ran his fingers through his hair and walked away before anything else happened….

Glancing back, he saw Kripa quietly talking to Alliyah about something. No doubt she was blabbing about what just happened because Alliyah looked up and shot Angad a look that clearly said, "I'm going to kill you!"

Half an hour later, Angad was safe in bed and replaying his encounter with Kripa over and over in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more the sickening truth came to him; he was unwillingly starting to care about what Kripa thought.

The next Chapter Teaser:

Call him desperate, but Angad was not about to give up that easily. He HAD to find Mystery Girl no matter what he had to do. His next move proved it all.

He grabbed Kripa's waist…

NOTE: the italicized where it is like "Me you idiot" "What. A. Moron." That is what is going on in Kripa's head!!

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an awesome part..loved it...n felt bad for kripa as angad did not recognise her...plss cont soon.