Part 1:Angad glanced at the mirror, observing his appearance. Dressed in a half sleeved black t-shirt that hugged his strong arms, and dark jeans, he looked as handsome as ever. But today, Angad wished that for once he would look awful, for today was the day he had to go meet "the perfect girl", according to his mother.
When his mother had emotionally black mailed him to start considering marriage, he wasn't on top of the world, but was relieved that at least finding a wife for himself, would take quite some time. But his mother, told him only two days later that she had found for him "the perfect girl".
Apparently, his mother had seen her at "The Pleasant Life Hospital", where she along with Angad's sister Aaliya was an intern in. Aaliya introduced her to his mother, they talked for sometime, and lo! There and then his mother fell in love with her.
He could almost imagine her, the girl- the typical behenji type, with her heavily oiled, braided hair hidden behind the pallu of her saree. He knew she would be the type of girl who would agree to whatever someone else told her to do, the type that was probably bullied in school. The type that would be the perfect wife, but only lacking beauty. Frustrated he was about to run a hand through his hair when he realized that it was gelled, so he dropped his hand back. He quickly wore his silver Rolex watch, and grabbing his brown blazer, ran outside his luxurious five room penthouse apartment, getting into his black Mercedes Benz E-class. He threw his blazer on the passenger seat, and exiting the most expensive residential area in New York, he made his way towards the Khanna Mansion located in a rather quiet and peaceful environment.
He put a force on the brakes, as he saw the signal turn red. Just then his phone rang. It was Simone, one of his client and his ex-girlfriend. "What do you want Simone?", he said picking up the phone. "Hey.", came a somewhat familiar voice. Angad knew it wasn't Simone's annoying voice. "Who is this?", Angad asked. "It's Mishty, Simone's cousin.", came the reply. Angad smirked. He had met her at a party three days ago. He knew this would be coming. "What can do for you, Mishty?", he asked his voice a little calmer. "Well, for starters, I am have nothing to do tonight, you can rescue me from boredom.", Mishty said dramatically. "I'll be there by 10 p.m.", Angad said. "My hero.", he heard Mishty say as he rolled his eyes, and cut the phone. These girls could be so annoying.
He turned to his left, drove through the quiet street. He didn't want to marry, why could his mother not understand. And instead of understanding, his mother goes around and blackmails him. He knew what she was doing, but how could he refuse? He, now amtter how he was with anyone else, was very different with his family. He care alot for them. He had agrred to get married because his mother was a heart patient, and had just had a surgery three weeks ago. He didn't want her to get sick again. But why could the woman not just rest and sleep instead of getting him married.
The very thought of giving up his freedom was agonizing. Who has to? He reminded himself again. He wouldn't stop having fun, though the fun would have to be kept hidden but, he wouldn't stop. Of course he knew it was wrong. But he couldn't help it. His ego and pride were too much. He would never give up the life style he loved for some woman who didn't even know what freedom was.
Why was he thinking about such things anyways? No family in their right mind would ever think about wedding their daughter to him. He had an image as a Casanova, he would change girlfriends everyday.
And even if that family was cut off from the world, he knew he could always find a fault in the girl. He could always come up with some excuse, like he had when his mother had shown him pictures of a hundred girls, literally hundred girls.
He stopped his car as the gates opened up, revealing the magnificent mansion behind the two gardens on either sides that were separated by a drive way. He drove behind the mansion into a huge garage and parked his car there. He took a deep breath before entering through the brown Italian backdoor. He walked across the kitchen and the grand dinning hall, opposite the huge, well furnished and pleasantly decorated drawing room, that was enclosed by light brown french doors. The two sides had a spacious stair case in the center separating them. He climbed up the stairs, knowing that the ground floor was only used when they had guests.
He reached the first floor and threw himself on the white couch of the huge living room. The mansion had five floors altogether, including the ground floor. The ground floor was used as the floor for guests and visitors. It was formal, therefore, but it was very pleasant. The first floor had a family kitchen with a small dinning table, and a huge living room. It had a more comfortable touch, and was equipped with a plasma t.v., a home stereo, dvd players, and many other gadgets. The floor also had a huge lovely terrace, that Angad was absolutely in love with. It overlooked the garden on the left side, that had swings, slides, and see saws, the things that had many memories attached.
The third floor was a huge library with an conference room, and a small office for his father. The fourth floor was the floor where all the family members reside, it had 12 rooms in total. While the fifth floor was the floor designed as floor with the guest rooms.
Angad sighed and looked around. No one was in sight. They were usually all gathered in the living room. He got up from the couch, and called his sister Aaliya, the root of his major problem. "Hello, Bhai? Where are you?", she voiced. "I am in the living room, where are you guys?", he replied. "Oh! Bhai we are outside. Come quick.", she said before disconnecting the phone. Angad swore under his breath and walked outside. They were all there, his family..His father Dilip Khanna was on the phone, while his mother Naina Khanna was checking the baskets of sweets, and his elder sister Nupur Khanna Sharma, was wiping the milk off of the mouth her 6 months old daughter, Pia, who was comfortable in the arms of her father, Mayank Sharma. His younger sister, Aaliya was helping the servants load the baskets of sweets into the car. He growled when he saw her. Why did she introduced her "friend", to their mother anyways.
That is when his brother, Armaan, the eldest of all came behind him with his wife Shilpa. "Everything ready?", asked Armaan. "Yeah.", Naina said looking around. "Ok, then. Let's go.", Armaan said.
Armaan and Shilpa sat infront of the Mercedes, while Naina and Dilip sat at the back. Mayank, Nupur, Pia were seated in Mayank's BMW along with Angad and Aaliya, who sat at the back.
"So excited?", Aaliya asked in a low teasing tone, so that mayank and Nupur don't hear them. Anagd looked at her annoyed. "Shut up, this is all your fault.", Angad growled in a whisper. "Me! What did I do?", Aaliya asked. Frustrated and mentally tired, Angad didn't want to start an argument. "Aaliya, please. Just zip it.", He said. Aaliay looked at him for a second, and then pinched his cheeks, surprising him. "Aww Bhai, you're nervous.", Aaliya announced. "What?", Angad asked his eyes now widened. "It's okay, bhai dont worry. You'll love her. Really she is awesome. Here I'll give you some tips, okay? Just be your self, Kripa hates it when people fake, and don't even think about-", Aaliya kept blabbering as Angad slouched in his seat, not bothering her to hear her.
About thirty minutes later, they stopped in front of The Sharma Mansion. The gates opened, showing a perfectly trimmed garden on one side, a drive way in the middle, and a kids play area on the other side. The garden and driveway was very much similar to their own.
They parked their cars in the garage and stepped out. Servants came and took the baskets of sweets and fruits they had brought. They all stood in front of the huge mansion with white walls, and clear green windows that added to the beauty of the dark brown Spanish doors.
The doors opened, and came into view three woman dressed in sophisticated indian outfits, four men dressed in formal attires and two young children. They welcomed the Khanna's inside the beautiful and elegant house.
Mihir Sharma, a very well business tycoon known man across the wolrd, introduced them to his elegant wife Tulsi Sharma, his eldest son Kavya, Kavya's wife Anjali, his second child Josh, his third child Muskaan, his fourth child Prithvi, and Kavya and Anjali's twin children, Aditya, and Dia. The girl, was as Angad had predicted, hidden somewhere. But considering the Sharma's appearance, he knew she wouldn't be as bad as he had predicted.
After a couple of genuine questions, Mihir asked a rather serious question. "Mr. Khanna,", he said catching everyone's attention. He looked at Tulsi, who gave him an encouraging smile, and then he looked back at Dilip. "I don't mean to offend you, really. I know how decent and well respected your family is but-", he paused. "but Angad has quite a reputation with women.". He said. This was it! Angad thought. The moment he had been hoping for. They were going to reject him. "Your son is often looked upon as a womanizer.", Mihir finished with his fingers inter whined.
Naina and Dilip looked at each other, while Angad gave a blank expression. Dilip gave Mihir a friendly smile. "Mr. Sharma, I am not going to lie to you.", Dilip sat up straight. "Angad, has had many girl friends in the past, but I can assure you he is a devoted and responsible man. He has taken the decision to get married, and he would be very faithful to his wife.". He paused for a second and then smiled at Dilip, "He would keep your daughter happy.".
Angad saw Mihir and Tulsi exchange satisfied looks, before smiling broadly at his parents. "Well then,", Tulsi spoke, "we are very much impressed Mr.Khanna. We would be pleased to wed our daughter into your family.". "The pleasure is all ours", Dilip said happily.
"But it's the kids' decision. We can't force them, you know.", Mihir said again. "Yes. It's the kids who have to spend their lives together.", Naina agreed. "So how about we let them talk now and then wait for their decision?", Tulsi asked. Angad and Dilip smiled. " Ok then, Anjali and Muskaan, go get Kripa." Tulsi said.
Angad saw them disappear. Minutes later, Angad heard them again. He looked up, and sat up straight when he saw the girl. She was gorgeous, with big brown eyes, big eye lashes, and perfect lips, she looked like a super model. She looked like a goddess, dressed in a purple saree with a waist length halter neck blouse. Her silky brown hair had strands falling on the creamy skin of her graceful neck and shoulders, teasing Angad.
Her eyes were lowered, as Anjali and Muskaan seated her beside Angad. Angad couldn't help but stare at her. Gosh! She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad getting married to her, Angad smirked and looked away. After a couple of minutes, Tulsi spoke again. "Kripa, why don't you two go talk in your room? We will send Jack with the tea.". Kripa smiled politely and nodded.
She got up and lead Angad to her room. Angad walked in observing the room. It was a beautiful white colored room dressed in shades of pink, red, green and mango yellow. The wall opposite the door had the brown king sized bed in the middle, with brown side tables on either sides. Not far away from them was a brown dressing table. One end of the room was plasma t.v. in front of a small couch, some bean bags, while the other end had a a table with her computer, books, and study equipments kept on it. Beside the table was a huge rack filled with books, and a box filled colorful things while chart papers were falling out of it.
"Nice room.", Angad said looking around. He was surprised when he saw her smile boldly. "Thank you.", she simply said, in the most melodious voice Angad had ever heard. Much to his surprise, Angad smiled back at her.
"I am Angad.", he said extending his hand. Kripa smiled again, and shook it, sending an unknown sensation through both their bodies. "I'm Kripa.", she said. Before they could look away or say anything else, there was a knock on the door.
Kripa left his hand, and walked towards the door. There was an old butler standing there. Kripa took the tray from him and walked back inside, closing the door. She walked upto the table by the couch, with Angad behind her. It was when she bent down to keep the tray on the table, that her hair fell off her shoulders, the smooth skin of her back revealed by the open back of the blouse. Angad wanted to touch her back, move his hands around the velvety skin. He wanted to experience that wonderful sensation again. When he saw her turn, he quickly looked away, biting his lips. "Angad,", he heard her say his name, "please have a seat.". He was surprised at the little dance his heart did when she said his name. Angry and frustrated, Angad took a deep breath as she turned around and sat down on the couch. She poured tea for both of them. "How many spoons?", she asked before adding the sugar. "Two spoons please.", Angad answered.
She handed him his cup, and then leaned back on the couch. "Angad,", she said. There, his heart did that dance again. "Marriage is probably one of the biggest decision and change in a person's life. I find it necessary to discuss some matters with you."
Angad looked at her surprised, before clearing his throat. "Go ahead.", he encouraged her. "How would you feel if I work after marriage?", she asked. "I don't mind, actually, I think I'll like it if you work after marriage.", he answered honestly. "And kids?", she further inquired. "What about kids?", Angad asked, a little amused but a whole lot fascinated by Kripa's confidence and her self-respect. "Do you want kids? If you do then how early after marriage?", she asked again.
"Well, I do want kids, but I umm.. honestly don't know when, I mean even after marriage there will be a lot of time to think about kids. What do you think about kids?", he voiced. "I love kids, I really do,", Kripa said smiling broadly,"but I don't think I want them before five years. I mean, don't get me wrong. But I would like to have a successful career first before being a mother.", she finished.
Angad looked at her thoughtfully. He really impressed. A perfect blend of tradition and modernity. She had a sense of freedom, but she was also cultured. He both, appreciated and admired the sense of independence in her.
They further talked and discussed about a couple of things. For the first time in his life, Angad Khanna felt attracted to not just a woman's body but also her personality. It was hard for him to deny it. Kripa Sharma had the most beautiful face along with a very sexy figure, and the most charming and captivating personality he had ever come across.
They were enjoying each others company so much, that when Aaliya and Muskaan knocked on the door, Angad gave out a little moan. Kripa got up and opened the door. She smiled at the two girls in front of them. Aaliya moved forward and hugged Kripa tightly. Kripa too embraced her. "Alright Kripa,", Aaliya said pulling away, "we have to go now. I'll see you tommorrow . Come on Bhai!", she voiced. Angad rolled his eyes, getting up as Aaliya and Muskaan left the room again.
Kripa turned to Angad as he stood beside her, and smiled. "It was nice meeting you Angad.", she said. "You too.", Angad nodded. "I'll see you soon?", he said walking towards the door as Kripa nodded . He smiled at her for the last time and walked out of the room.
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A couple of hours later, Naina walked inside Angad's room in the Khanna Mansion. "Angad,", Naina said,"Tulsi just called five minutes ago. She said that Kripa has agreed to marry you. What do you say?".
Angad looked at his mother, thoughtfully. He was dead sure if he was going to marry someone, it would be Kripa. But he also admired the woman and her way of thinking alot. He knew she was the best and she deserved the best. Not someone who would be unfaithful to her.
Suddenly, his ego came in between again. What? Angad was the best. And he was very much attracted to Kripa. Besides, how would Kripa even come to know of his affairs after marriage? He would keep them hidden. Satisfied, he smiled proudly at himself.
"I'll marry Kripa,", he said victoriously. Naina gave out a happy gasp, and hugged her son with tears in her eyes.
5 weeks later Angad and Kripa exchanged rings, were officially committed.
Another 3 weeks later Angad was sitting on the mandap beside Kripa, as they were in the process of becoming Mr. and Mrs. Angad Khanna.
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Edited by lalala10 - 14 years ago
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