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CHAPTER 1
"Who… Angad? ANGAD KHANNA?!?! OMG, WHAT A HOTTIE!" rambled a mini-skirt clad freshman at Academy of Engineering and Mathematics.
"Ugh…" sighed Kripa Sharma passing them by in disgust, "you'd think that some of these dumb girls would have better taste."
"Better taste? What are you talking 'bout? Angad Khanna IS a total hottie. You know it too. He is the guy with the best body, sexiest voice, and most money…all rolled into one." Her friend Tina argued back, like every other girl, she too had a soft spot for the local player, Angad Khanna.
"Puh-lease. Sexy? He wishes. That attitude cancels out every potentially non-evil bone in his body. He is no good and you know that just as much as I do." Kripa cringed at the thought of him.
"But at least he looks good. And he can charm the pants off any lady…" Tina replied, not thinking of what she just said.
"And Lord knows he does charm the pants off every girl he wants." Both Kripa and Tina laughed at the joke that they both had cracked unknowingly. Then it was that they noticed all the girls in the halls had cleared into the left wing.
"Speak of the devil." –Tina
"Oh my God it's him! oh my God it's him! oh my friggin God it's him!!!!!" Kripa mocked the mindless idiots. Their laughter was heard to the swarm of girls on the other side of the hallway, but with Angad Khanna near…really who cared?
"Thank God, he only shows up once a week." This caused the girls to break out even harder. The epitome of tall dark and handsome moved toward them. Kripa had to admit, he DID look good…his eyes hazel, and the three o'clock shadow really suited him. His hair was always perfect, and his muscles clearly visible even through his leather jacket. In her mind, she made a mental note that bad boy matched him very well. He stopped leaning on the pillar adjacent to the laughing girls. Surprisingly, Tina didn't even notice his presence. It was Kripa that ceased her laughter to bring attention to him.
"May I help you?" Kripa scoffed.
He looked her up and down before smartly replying "maybe.."
"Yes..?"
"Yes what? I haven't even asked anything yet. Don't seem so eager darling. Accha nahin lagta."
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"Got notes?"
"Got a brain?" Kripa answered sarcastically.
"I have lots of everything…" he leaned in closer to whisper, "maybe you should come see sometime."
Kripa straight out laughed in his face, "You know Angad, sometimes I'm surprised at how I can hate such a CUTE jackass."
"Was that a compliment or an insult?"
"An insult wrapped in a compliment, darling." She said mocking him.
"Oh, something is better than nothing. Point for Angad."
"Oh but I'm not giving you my notes and I just mildly injured your ego. So two points for Kripa."
"I could step on your family, ruin your life, and literally blow you out of existence. How many points would that be? Khair chodo, who's counting anyways." He laughed boastingly.
"Oh now I remember, this is why i loathe your very being. Anyways never did mockers waste more idle breath…"
"What the ****?"
"It's Shakespeare, you imbecile!"
"Whatever, like I care bout some old dead dude who put men in tights."
"Shakespeare was a literary genius!"
"Right…and you secretly fantasize about me in your dreams."
"In your dreams…"
"No, in your dreams."
"More like nightmares. All I'm doing right now is wasting Tina's and my time, so I'm out." Kripa was retreating to go to class.
"Mine and Tina's time."
"What?"
"You said Tina's and my time. That's grammatically incorrect."
"You're failing English!"
"That's why I need your notes."
"Go to hell Angad."
"Meet you there, gorgeous!"
Kripa stormed off with Tina at her heels. She was pretending to be angry. That's just the type of relationship her and Angad shared. Forced to be near each other by their parents' deep friendship, Kripa and Angad had known each other for a grand total of 22 years. This accounted for most of their lives, but they shared a love-hate relationship. Where the love was, that was a different story. Kripa and Angad often claimed they hated each other but in their insults lied their flirting, and they both thought quite highly of each other…well sort of. Contrary to their conversations, they did not dream of each other. Infact, they never gave each other the light of day unless their parents forced them to. Kripa has always been a hopeless romantic, but logically driven more to career than family. Family has always been important, never to be taken for granted but making money was important too. She was a down-to-business girl, no time for useless things like love. Though she was a believer, she had no time for emotional nonsense. Life was about getting things done, not about the puny little details that useless morons like Angad paid attention to.
Angad was basically a careless, carefree idiot. He believed in living in the moment. His philosophy "Live it up, yaar." Yes, that was a direct quote. Out of all the things in the world he loved, three stood out most: music, money, and women. Like many other men, those were the center of his world. But then again, Angad firmly believed he was the center of every others' world. So these were the cornerstones of all existence. Money was his power, music was his love, and women his favorite pastime. He believed life was about enjoying; and enjoying is flirting not this love chakkar. His ideas consisted of having fun for a while and then drop the trouble. But even more than flirting with girls, he enjoyed bothering Kripa. Having her annoyed and angry is perhaps the greatest feeling in the world, even greater than signing screaming fans with lipstick or playing Guitar Hero. It's like he was born for that purpose. Ever since childhood they had both expressed their affection verbally, and when it came to Kripa physically abusing the other. Later that day in Chemistry.
"Angad move!"
"Huh? Whatever Krip, I need my space. Can you not see me and Anjali are busy at the moment?" he then returned to the short dressed bimbo that sat in his lap.
"Kripa. My name is Kripa! And you need to move out of my way! I need to get the flippin flasks!"
"Kyon? These gorgeous model-like hands can't reach across a table. Or maybe those sexy legs can't move in that damn salwar kameez?"
"Funny guy. But our locker requires a key. And that key would be…?"
"…damn. At my house…maybe we can just…"
Before the irresponsible Angad could make an excuse, the professor cut him off.
"Today's lab is a very easy task. It will count as 80% as your final grade. Participation is very important. Any student who does not get at least a 65 will automatically fail the semester. Understood?"
A collective 'yes ma'am.' ended her command.
"Oh and Anjali, please remove yourself from Mr. Khanna's lap and return to your respective seat."
"Yes ma'am."
"SH**. Sh** sh** sh** sh** sh** sh** sh**…you know what Kripa?"
"Sh**?"
"Yes. That's right. You know what. Today's class is extended."
"Yeah. If you tried you could probably make it back to the house, bring the keys and come back. And if we ran out of time, Ms. Verma would always let us stay after. We only have free period next anyways. And Ms. Verma doesn't have a class next either."
Kripa was always quick witted under pressure. Seeing her made Angad actually want to try and pass…at least this class.
PREVIEW: A broken down car, an empty road, a very hormonal Angad and a pissed off Kripa. Uff yeh jazbat bhi na.
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~Okay, so i don't think it's very good. Comment please and tell me whether i should continue or not.~
"Who… Angad? ANGAD KHANNA?!?! OMG, WHAT A HOTTIE!" rambled a mini-skirt clad freshman at Academy of Engineering and Mathematics.
"Ugh…" sighed Kripa Sharma passing them by in disgust, "you'd think that some of these dumb girls would have better taste."
"Better taste? What are you talking 'bout? Angad Khanna IS a total hottie. You know it too. He is the guy with the best body, sexiest voice, and most money…all rolled into one." Her friend Tina argued back, like every other girl, she too had a soft spot for the local player, Angad Khanna.
"Puh-lease. Sexy? He wishes. That attitude cancels out every potentially non-evil bone in his body. He is no good and you know that just as much as I do." Kripa cringed at the thought of him.
"But at least he looks good. And he can charm the pants off any lady…" Tina replied, not thinking of what she just said.
"And Lord knows he does charm the pants off every girl he wants." Both Kripa and Tina laughed at the joke that they both had cracked unknowingly. Then it was that they noticed all the girls in the halls had cleared into the left wing.
"Speak of the devil." –Tina
"Oh my God it's him! oh my God it's him! oh my friggin God it's him!!!!!" Kripa mocked the mindless idiots. Their laughter was heard to the swarm of girls on the other side of the hallway, but with Angad Khanna near…really who cared?
"Thank God, he only shows up once a week." This caused the girls to break out even harder. The epitome of tall dark and handsome moved toward them. Kripa had to admit, he DID look good…his eyes hazel, and the three o'clock shadow really suited him. His hair was always perfect, and his muscles clearly visible even through his leather jacket. In her mind, she made a mental note that bad boy matched him very well. He stopped leaning on the pillar adjacent to the laughing girls. Surprisingly, Tina didn't even notice his presence. It was Kripa that ceased her laughter to bring attention to him.
"May I help you?" Kripa scoffed.
He looked her up and down before smartly replying "maybe.."
"Yes..?"
"Yes what? I haven't even asked anything yet. Don't seem so eager darling. Accha nahin lagta."
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"Got notes?"
"Got a brain?" Kripa answered sarcastically.
"I have lots of everything…" he leaned in closer to whisper, "maybe you should come see sometime."
Kripa straight out laughed in his face, "You know Angad, sometimes I'm surprised at how I can hate such a CUTE jackass."
"Was that a compliment or an insult?"
"An insult wrapped in a compliment, darling." She said mocking him.
"Oh, something is better than nothing. Point for Angad."
"Oh but I'm not giving you my notes and I just mildly injured your ego. So two points for Kripa."
"I could step on your family, ruin your life, and literally blow you out of existence. How many points would that be? Khair chodo, who's counting anyways." He laughed boastingly.
"Oh now I remember, this is why i loathe your very being. Anyways never did mockers waste more idle breath…"
"What the ****?"
"It's Shakespeare, you imbecile!"
"Whatever, like I care bout some old dead dude who put men in tights."
"Shakespeare was a literary genius!"
"Right…and you secretly fantasize about me in your dreams."
"In your dreams…"
"No, in your dreams."
"More like nightmares. All I'm doing right now is wasting Tina's and my time, so I'm out." Kripa was retreating to go to class.
"Mine and Tina's time."
"What?"
"You said Tina's and my time. That's grammatically incorrect."
"You're failing English!"
"That's why I need your notes."
"Go to hell Angad."
"Meet you there, gorgeous!"
Kripa stormed off with Tina at her heels. She was pretending to be angry. That's just the type of relationship her and Angad shared. Forced to be near each other by their parents' deep friendship, Kripa and Angad had known each other for a grand total of 22 years. This accounted for most of their lives, but they shared a love-hate relationship. Where the love was, that was a different story. Kripa and Angad often claimed they hated each other but in their insults lied their flirting, and they both thought quite highly of each other…well sort of. Contrary to their conversations, they did not dream of each other. Infact, they never gave each other the light of day unless their parents forced them to. Kripa has always been a hopeless romantic, but logically driven more to career than family. Family has always been important, never to be taken for granted but making money was important too. She was a down-to-business girl, no time for useless things like love. Though she was a believer, she had no time for emotional nonsense. Life was about getting things done, not about the puny little details that useless morons like Angad paid attention to.
Angad was basically a careless, carefree idiot. He believed in living in the moment. His philosophy "Live it up, yaar." Yes, that was a direct quote. Out of all the things in the world he loved, three stood out most: music, money, and women. Like many other men, those were the center of his world. But then again, Angad firmly believed he was the center of every others' world. So these were the cornerstones of all existence. Money was his power, music was his love, and women his favorite pastime. He believed life was about enjoying; and enjoying is flirting not this love chakkar. His ideas consisted of having fun for a while and then drop the trouble. But even more than flirting with girls, he enjoyed bothering Kripa. Having her annoyed and angry is perhaps the greatest feeling in the world, even greater than signing screaming fans with lipstick or playing Guitar Hero. It's like he was born for that purpose. Ever since childhood they had both expressed their affection verbally, and when it came to Kripa physically abusing the other. Later that day in Chemistry.
"Angad move!"
"Huh? Whatever Krip, I need my space. Can you not see me and Anjali are busy at the moment?" he then returned to the short dressed bimbo that sat in his lap.
"Kripa. My name is Kripa! And you need to move out of my way! I need to get the flippin flasks!"
"Kyon? These gorgeous model-like hands can't reach across a table. Or maybe those sexy legs can't move in that damn salwar kameez?"
"Funny guy. But our locker requires a key. And that key would be…?"
"…damn. At my house…maybe we can just…"
Before the irresponsible Angad could make an excuse, the professor cut him off.
"Today's lab is a very easy task. It will count as 80% as your final grade. Participation is very important. Any student who does not get at least a 65 will automatically fail the semester. Understood?"
A collective 'yes ma'am.' ended her command.
"Oh and Anjali, please remove yourself from Mr. Khanna's lap and return to your respective seat."
"Yes ma'am."
"SH**. Sh** sh** sh** sh** sh** sh** sh**…you know what Kripa?"
"Sh**?"
"Yes. That's right. You know what. Today's class is extended."
"Yeah. If you tried you could probably make it back to the house, bring the keys and come back. And if we ran out of time, Ms. Verma would always let us stay after. We only have free period next anyways. And Ms. Verma doesn't have a class next either."
Kripa was always quick witted under pressure. Seeing her made Angad actually want to try and pass…at least this class.
PREVIEW: A broken down car, an empty road, a very hormonal Angad and a pissed off Kripa. Uff yeh jazbat bhi na.
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~Okay, so i don't think it's very good. Comment please and tell me whether i should continue or not.~
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