Part 11:"Kripa?", Angad said softly. She turned to look at him, her teary eyes nervous. He went upto her and cupped her face. He couldn't help it, it was so instinctive. "What's wrong?", Angad asked. Kripa stared at him. Such tenderness, such care was present in his gray eyes. She couldn't believe these were the same eyes she had seen that night- those angry, lustful, cruel eyes."Kripa tell me!", Angad exclaimed. She wasn't replying. Why? What was bothering her so much that she was as still as a statue.
Suddenly his breath heavy, and his face tensed, he moved closer to her, their bodies touching. He held her shoulders. "Di- did something happen while you came here? Did someone do something?" He asked, a little protectively. Tears now started to fall from her eyes. She rested her head on the wall behind her, and sighed.
It pained Angad to see her like this. So heart-broken, so miserable. He moved towards her and embraced her, promising that he would share her every sorrow, if not taking it away.
Kripa was too shocked to hug him back. This can't be the same man, this can't be the same Angad Khanna, she thought. She wanted to hug him, give in to his tenderness, let him handle her gently, but was afraid to do so. "What's wrong Kripa?", Angad asked stroking her hair.
Kripa was never so confused in her entire life. What was happening here? He isn't suppose to be so gentle, and loving. He is supposed to be cruel and merciless, and angry.
Kripa pushed him away in a sudden rage. "You can't do this to me!",she screamed. "Do what?", Angad asked confused. "You can't hurt me and then bandage my wounds!". "When did I hurt you? Why would I hurt you?" He questioned again, moving closer to her. She moved further away from him."You did, Angad! And if you have any amount of shame or self respect left in yourself, you will remember it.", Kripa announced.
"I am sorry Kripa. I don't know what I have done to hurt you so much but I am sorry. Please forgive me." Angad pleaded. His confused eyes looked at her intensively.He didn't want her crying.
Kripa gave him a disgusted look and shaking her head, turned towards the door. She angrily walked to the door, when Angad grabbed her hand. Her skin trembled under his touch. Was it his present gentle touch, or the past fierce touch, that caused the tremble, she couldn't decide.
"Kripa, I wont force you to forgive me. Don't forgive me if you don't want. But stay. Where will you go in a such a bad weather. All roads are probably jammed by now." Angad pleaded, yet again.
Kripa stopped. She knew he was right. But she just couldn't take the immense confusion. Her hatred for him was being uprooted form her heart, she didn't want that. She didn't want to change, she was fine making him miserable. But now she was the miserable one. Kripa wiped her tears and turned to look at him. He was waiting for her to say something. His questioning eyes followed her as she moved closer to him. "Why do you care?", She asked.
Angad's eyes grew more passionate, sending off a vibe, that made Kripa tremble. He looked towards the ground, opening his mouth to say something. He closed it again, when he didn't find the words to tell her. "I don't know.", Angad said, he too moving closer. "But trust me I won't hurt you. Why would I ever want do that?",He said, taking her in his arms again. Kripa wrapped her arms around her neck, and cried, finally giving in to the desire of crying in his arms. "How, Angad? How can I trust you?" She murmured. Angad didn't her her.
He pampered her, as she cried. His touch soothing, comforting. She rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around her waist, giving Angad chills down his spine. He protectively held her, and she, quite surprisingly felt safe in his arm. She felt special, she felt.. beautiful. Not just externally, she felt that Angad had discovered the hidden door of her internal beauty. He had entered through it. She knew he had.
When she had cried enough, Angad pulled her away from him. He wiped her tears, as Kripa looked at him with questioning eyes. He smiled. "Kripa, you are wet.", He said. Kripa looked at herself. He was right, she was drenched. He smiled, and lead her upstairs to a room. The room was beautiful, and elegant. It was a plain white room, furnished with light brown furniture. The room had a huge dark brown mirror hanging above the bed. The bed had a red sheet spread over it, with green cushions, and dark mango- yellow colored cushions. Brown, green and red show pieces were kept at some places.The simple cream colored curtains added to the beauty of the room. "This will be your room tonight." He said, looking at her admiring the room.
Angad pointed towards the a door. "Why don't you go take a shower or something, I'll go see if I have something for you to wear." He left the room, and Kripa turned towards the balcony. Could she trust him? He hadn't touched her more than necessary, she told herself. Oh God! She was so confused! She grabbed her head, when she felt it pain. She went to the side table of the bed, and poured herself a glass of water. She started searching for something in the side table's drawer. "Looking for something?", Angad said entering with a basket full of clothes. She looked at the basket for a second, and then answered him. "Yeah, do have any aspirin?" . "Yeah. It's right here.", He said. Kripa looked at him as he placed the basket near her on the bed. His eyes hadn't lost the tenderness in them. There was silence between them, but it wasn't awkward, at least not for Angad.
"These are all the female clothes in my house. Chose which ever ones you like.", Angad said smiling, trying to conceal a laugh. Kripa couldn't believe it. He was finding this whole situation funny, when she could hardly breath in his presence. She threw him an annoyed look, and turned towards the basket. She heard him chuckle.
She picked out a white sweat pant and a green half sleeved shirt. The shirt was a size smaller, she concluded. "I thought you lived alone.", Kripa asked Angad who was taking the aspirin out of a box kept on the dressing table. Angad turned to her, and gave her the aspirin. He nodded. She raised her eyes and pointed towards the clothes."Well,", he smirked, "you are the one who discovered that I was the player. I didn't expect you to be surprised of all the people, to find female clothes in my house.". Kripa smirked back. "Female clothes?", she murmured trying to conceal her amazement at those words. She held up the clothes in her hands. "These are you sister's.", she spoke a matter-of-fact sort of way.
She saw his smirk vanish. He looked around the room, he seemed surprised. He looked at her again. He wanted to say something. "What?", Kripa asked. "I'm just surprised you know even that!", Angad exclaimed. "Yes, I do! Now, if you may excuse me, I have to go change.", Kripa said, pressing her lips together, waiting for him to leave. He threw her a half open mouth smile , and walked out, closing the door behind him. Kripa smiled a little and picked out the undergarments hidden in at the bottom. She knew the clothes were Meghna's, Meghna was a size smaller than her. And the clothes, were very modest too. No girl Angad would bring into his house, for his satisfaction, would wear modest clothes.
She entered the bathroom. She quickly took a warm bath, and changed. She walked out of the bathroom to see Angad there, flipping through the channels of the plasma in the bright room. She rolled her eyes, and walked towards the dressing table. She took the aspirin and walked upto Angad. He looked up at her. She looked beautiful. Her lips; soft and wet, her long brown wet hair sticking to her neck and below, her wet eye lashes coated with water, she was naturally beautiful, he concluded. And her eyes, they seemed demanding. She further crossed her hands, across her chest, raising her eyebrows at him. He smiled. He had seen his mother do that to his father. His smile grew wider when he realized they were acting so similar to his parents.
Kripa stared at him. He was very handsome. He had breath taking gray eyes, and silky black hair. They weren't gelled back as always. Instead they were joyously moving due to the air on his head. His lips, were she had to admit, very perfect. They seemed soft and delicious. For a moment she wondered how they would taste. Her eyes went to his jaw line. His strong masculine jaw line, gave him a aggressive, bad boy look. But now as he was smiling at her, there was no aggression in his eyes. She came back to reality again when she notice him staring at every feature of her face. She blushed slightly, and saw his eyes move towards her cheeks. She blushed even more when she thought he had seen her staring at his features. She looked at him. He was smiling broadly. "What?", she asked defensively. He shook his head and looked at the t.v. screen again. "Why are you smiling like an idiot?", She further asked. But he didn't reply.She threw her hands up in the air. "Fine, don't tell me!", she voiced. Her words rang in her mind, like a alarm bell. Did she just want to hear what Angad was thinking? Was she curious about him? She couldn't think further, because Angad distracted her again.
"You like football?", he asked her. Kripa looked at him. She loved football, she was the better than all the boys in her neighborhood. She smiled remembering the old Kripa. Smiling, playing, laughing. She was still her old self, but she at some point had to hide her old self from the world. "I love football.", Kripa said deeply, staring at the floor. "Really?", Angad sat up on the bed. Kripa looked at him. He suddenly grew enthusiastic. "Can we play?", he asked again. Kripa smiled on the inside. She instantly knew what Angad was like when he was three years old.
"Yes.", she said. "But not right now. I am really sleepy.". "Oh, ok.", Angad said disappointed. He stared at the t.v. again. She was surprised when he didn't move. "Angad! I am sleepy!", Kripa screamed. His eyes still glued to the t.v., he moved to the other side of the bed. Kripa was shocked. She picked up the pillow and threw it at him. It hit him on his head. "Hey! What was that for?", he asked her. "I will not, Angad Khanna, sleep with on the same bed with you!", Kripa exclaimed. Angad looked at her, her words hurt him a little. No girl had ever refused him before. But then he smiled widely. One day, he promised himself, you will sleep on the same bed with me, and wake up in my arms everyday. He smile grew wider at the thought. He was so happy! He knew what it was. It was what they called love!!! He wanted to embrace her, kiss , love her the whole night for giving him a dream, a aim in his life. She was his dream, he knew it.
"My t.v. doesn't have this channel, and I really want to see this game.", Angad pleaded. "I'll leave, when this game is over.". Something in his voice, in his eyes, made her trust him. She sat down, angrily, her lips pouted out, and took her pillow from beside him. She placed the cushions in between them, and glared at Angad, as he laughed at her. "Jerk.", Kripa said and layed down, watching the game, covering herself upto her neck with the red quilt. "No!", she suddenly exclaimed. Anagd looked at her as if she was crazy. She sat up and looked at the t.v. wide eyed, and with an open mouth. "Don't! Pass it to Shawn, he's open!" She exclaimed again. Angad nodded his head. Now I get it, he thought. He looked at the t.v. . "You're right.", Angad said. And the next moment, the other team scored. Angad and Kripa whined. They both looked at each other. Kripa wrinkled her nose and turning her face away from Angad, threw her weight on the bed. He shook his head.
For the next couple of minutes, while Angad was watching the game. Kripa was reviewing everything that had happened. May be Meghna was right. May be Angad wasn't as bad as she thought of him to be. She kept her hand on her temple. But how could she forget what he did that night. It was wrong, it was very wrong. But he was drunk, he had lost all sense of wrong and right. She sighed, throwing her arm on the bed.
She felt Angad stared at her. She looked at him. The gentleness, although it never left his eyes the whole time, was now more visible.
Their eyes were communicating, he was asking her to tell him what her worries were. She was deciding whether to confront Angad or not. She saw him lowering himself on the empty space beside her, his eyes seeking permission to lay down. When she didn't refuse, he took one the cushions in between them and placed it under his head. With one hand under his head, he looked at Kripa. They both were remembering the scene that had happened downstairs. A tear rolled down Kripa's cheek as she stared at him. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. She hid herself in his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. He held her, protectively, possessively, yet gently, softly. They both ignored the strong physical attraction, that was over whelming them. Angad ignored her velvet soft touch, her lovely smell, her fragile body against his strong one, her warm breath, he ignored everything. He just wanted her heart right now. Though he knew he couldn't ignore the physical attraction completely, but he knew that was not what he wanted right now.
He felt her shaking. He looked at her to find her crying. "Kripa,", he said again, softly, "what's wrong?". Kripa hugged him tighter. How could she tell him that she hated him but she was starting to like him too. How could she tell him that she wanted to hate him, but he wouldn't let her. Her hatred, her dislike, her anger, her want for revenge, was now blending in with her physical attraction, her likeness of who he was right now, his tenderness, his manly cologne, he strong body. She remembered him slapping her forcing her, and then felt him taking care of her, pampering her.It was a moment of immense confusion. Before she knew it she was a sleep in his arms. She was smiling, in her sleep. Despite the confusion, the sadness, she had never slept so peacefully.
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