Part 3:Angad woke up from his sleep when he felt Kripa shift in his arms. He opened his eyes to see her sleeping peacefully, with her head rested against his bare chest. He smiled and tucked the strand of hair behind her ear. He wanted to wake her up, and relive the most amazing night of his life all over again, but he shook the thought out of his head when he saw her sleeping. He rested his head on top of her's, and closed his eyes.
Kripa stirred again, sometime later, and woke up when the sun light fell on her from behind the curtains, giving her unpleasant warmth. The weight that she felt on her head, suddenly lifted. She looked up and saw Angad staring at her with sleepy eyes. She smiled at him, and he gave her his dazzling smile, as a response. "Good Morning, Kripa.", he said, pulling her closer. "Good morning.", she said, pressing her lips on his chin. She saw Angad roll on top of her, and laughed as he bit her ear. "Hey,", Kripa said playfully, "that hurts.". "Sorry",Angad chuckled. "What time is it?", Kripa asked sitting up , with the sheet wrapped around her body. She looked at the time, it was only 7 in the morning. She sighed. Two more hours. They could sleep for two more hours.
She layed down beside him again, and saw his frown turn into a smile. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her passionately before he kept his head on her shoulders, falling a sleep. Kripa, who hadn't had enough sleep since the past week, also fell asleep in her husband's arms.
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When Angad next woke up, Kripa was not on the bed. He whined and turned on his back, facing the ceiling. He heard the shower running, he knew Kripa must be taking a shower.
He turned to the clock, and realized it was 9 a.m. He got up, pulling his sweats on, and walked to the closet, picking out a brown v-neck t-shirt with a pair of jeans. It was his day off, so he did not have to go to the office that day. He waited, laying on his bed playing with his cell phone, for Kripa to come out.
He looked up when he heard the door open, and saw Kripa come out of the bathroom wearing an orange, yellow and peach kameez and trouser suit with a yellow duppatta . She smiled at him, as his eyes drifted to the sindoor in her mang, that was brightly glowing against her wet hair, attracting his attention towards it. "Are you going to the office today?", she asked. "Nope, I'm spending the day with my beautiful wife,", he said, walking upto her and placing his arms on her waist. Kripa turned around, placed her hands on his shoulders, and dug her teeth into his neck. "And that was for the morning", Kripa chuckled. "I'll get you for that later.", Angad said pointing his index finger at her. He, then, smiled at her and kissed her lips lightly, before picking up his clothes, and entering the bathroom.
15 minutes later, when Angad came out, Kripa was sitting beside Aaliya, who seemed to be ready to leave for the hospital. They didn't stop talking even as he passed by them and went to the dressing table. Annoyed, he quickly combed his hair, and lay himself on the bed next to Kripa, wrapping his arms around her waist, in an attempt to get her attention.
He liked the attention Kripa gave him, whether it was the way she looked at him- like he was the most important thing in the world-, the way she listened to him- completely interested in what he was saying as if his opinion was what mattered the most,- or the way that she talked to him- openly, happily, proud of both her good and bad habits, he liked it all. He felt special and he loved it.
"God, Bhai! Have some shame.", Aaliya said, rolling her eyes and standing up. Kripa looked at Angad with an annoyed expression that turned into an stern one when he didn't leave her despite her attempt to stand up. He gave her a what-did-I-do look when she shoved his hands away and stood up. "Aren't you coming for breakfast?", Aaliya asked Angad as Kripa stood beside her. Angad sighed and stood up, pointing towards the door. "After you.", he said sarcastically, staring at Aaliya angrily.
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Angad was sulking three hours later, as Kripa and all the other ladies, except Aaliya who was at the hospital, were up in Naina's room preparing for the recepetion tonight.
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Kripa was trying to close the zip of her maroon satin churidaar suit, with heavy golden embroidery, when she gave up, and sighed, looking at the clock. It was 6:30 p.m. . She was 15 minutes late, and now the stupid zip wouldn't go up. She rolled her eyes, and tried again. She could hear the noises coming from downstairs. It was their reception party, and Angad was still inside the washroom. "Angad", she called out. "Hmmm?", she heard him. "Can you please come here?",she asked. "Yeah jaan?', he asked walking out of the bathroom in his maroon shirt and black Armani suit.
Kripa's heart did a flip, and she felt her cheeks burn as she heard the word "jaan" coming from his mouth for her, but she chose to ignore it then.
"Can you please help me with his zip? Not that you would mind, I am sure.", she stated rolling her tongue inside her mouth. She turned around, her back facing him, and saw him smile mischievously, from the mirror, as he came closer. "I love how you know me.", he said happily. And as she had predicted, helping her was no where near to what his real agenda was. He started caressing her back with his fingers, and lips.
"Angad,", Kripa groaned trying to save all her excitement, and passion for later, "please.". Angad wrinkled his nose, and then shook his head, smiled slightly and dragged her zip upwards. He then wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck with his nose. "Happy?",he asked kissing her nape. "Very.", she said as leaned her head on his shoulder, looking at him and gave him a peck on his cheek. He smiled and pulled her into a hug.
He couldn't deny it. He loved the relationship they shared, because it was based on so much more than lust. Kripa was the first person who wasn't his friend for popularity or certain advantages. She was his friend for who he was. He could open up with her, and be his self. She made him feel like different, better person.
They let go of each other when there was a knock on the door. "You guys ready?", Aaliya asked from behind the door. "Yeah. We are done.", Kripa replied. "Okay, then let's go.",Aaliya said, excitement very much audible in her voice.
Soon enough everyone at the party stopped and stared, as the couple made in heaven descended the stairs. The reception passed by quickly. The Khanna's introduced their relatives to Kripa and her family, while The Sharma's introduced Angad and his family to their relatives. Music played, couples danced, and the cake was cut as everyone enjoyed themselves, wishing Angad and Kripa a happy married life.
As soon as all the guests left, Prithvi dragged Angad to the mandir in the mansion. "Hey dude, let's pray.". Angad looked at him confused, "What?". "You know, praying, dua, pratna.", Prithvi explained. Angad looked at him suspiciously. Over time he had analyzed the Sharma's and much to his surprise, it seemed as if Kripa, the youngest of all, was a beautiful blend of all of them. Kripa's politeness and intelligence came from her father, Mihir. And her elegance, her principals and morals came from Tulsi. 35 year old Kavya was the source from where Kripa got her sense of responsibility and loyalty, while a 33 year old Josh, was where she got her modern ideology, her self-respect and her sense of independence from. Kripa's confidence, grace and sophistication were inspired by her 29 year old sister, Muskaan, where as Prithvi, who was the same age as Angad, was Kripa's ideal when it came to fun and mischievousness. But Kripa possessed what not only the other family members but also many other people lacked. It was her charm. The effect that she had on people, not just because of beauty, but also because of her character and personality, was enviable and admirable.
Knowing Prithvi, Angad felt suspicious by his sudden request. But Angad decided to play along carefully, he may never come to know what was cooking in Prithvi's brain, if he didn't.
"Okay.", Angad said slowly. He took of his shoes, and entered the mandir behind Prithvi. He followed him carefully. He saw Prithvi close his eyes, fold his hands and pray. He stood beside Prithvi, and folded his hands too. He closed his eyes, but quickly opened them again, checking for any movement from Prithvi's side. No movement. He was praying with a blank expression on his face. Angad closed his eyes, and prayed too.
For the first time Angad thanked God for everything. For giving him Kripa as his wife, and making him a part of the two most loving families, The Khanna's and The Sharma's. He stood their and asked him for what he always asked, the well being of the ones he cared for. But this time an addition of 10 people were made. Yes, over the period of two months he had grown extremely fond of Kripa and her family. He loved the way Mihir and Tulsi considered him as their own son. He loved the way Kavya saved his siblings, and now him too, from trouble. He loved the way everyone came to Anjali when they needed permission for something. He loved the way Josh protected his sister-in-law, his sisters, his niece and nephew, and he enjoyed the fights between an offended Prithvi, a crazy, violent Muskaan and an angry Kripa. And he absolutely adored Adi trying to copy Dia's homework.
It didn't take him a long time to conclude that their family was quite similar to his own. His father was very much like Mihir, his mother was similar to Tulsi, except his mother's rather annoying habit of being dramatic. Armaan was exactly like Kavya. Shilpa was a female version of the prankster Prithvi. Aaliya was much like Muskaan, bubbly and energetic but also annoying and irritating. Josh was like Angad himself, except Josh had inherited the politeness and friendliness from Mihir. And Nupur and Anjali were practically twins.
His smile vanished, when he felt the air in the room go denser, as the intentions of the sins he wanted to commit came in front of him. Confusion took over his mind, and for the first time in his life, Angad Khanna was nervous. He thought about betraying Kripa, was it right? It was unfair to her, and the relationship they shared. Kripa would be heart broken if she finds out.
Then he thought if he should stay devoted to Kripa. What would life be like? He felt his heart race, as he did. Getting up with Kripa in his arms, eating breakfast together, dropping her off to the hospital, meeting for lunch breaks, picking her up from work, driving home, having dinner, making love. His heart skipped a beat again. Did he just thought of having an intercourse as "making love". His heart beated even faster than a seconds ago, his head felt as light as a feather as another thought crossed his mind - loving Kripa, being loved by Kripa. It would be really nice living life that way, he concluded. For an unknown reason, he was really happy just thinking about it. Maybe he should be a nice, devoted husband to Kripa, it would be easy he knew. He was about to come clean, and forget about the promiscuous lifestyle he wanted to lead, when his ego kicked in yet again. Angad Khanna's determination does not shatter. He does not go back on his decisions. He does what he wants, when he wants and were he wants. And no one can change that.
Angad opened his eyes to see Prithvi gone. "Prithvi?", he said looking around. "Where are you man?", he voiced. When he got no response whatsoever, he decided to leave. He walk across the cloth covered floor and, as he took another step, he felt the cold marble floor underneath his socks clad feet. He looked around for his shoes. Strange, he remembered keeping them here. He looked around further more, looking for his expensive black shoes.
Then it hit him. He groaned. Not that dumb "hiding the "jija's" (brother in law's) shoes" tradition. He hated it, he hadn't even taken part in the game when Aaliya and Shilpa along with Armaan where hiding Mayank's shoes.
But he wouldn't let them win. He sneaked upto the fourth floor, making his way towards his and Kripa's bedroom. He smirked, and placed his hand on the door knob. His smirked turned into an annoyed frown when the dorr didn't open. It was locked, he figured. He tried going into Armaan and Shilpa's room, and his parent's room too. But they were all locked. He knew who were the master minds behind this: Muskaan, Prithvi, and his very own sister Aaliya. Aaliya just loved annoying Angad to the core.
Giving up, he went downstairs to the ground floor, where he saw everyone sitting. Muskaan glanced at his socks covered feet, and then went upto him, giving him a smile. She wrapped her arms around his arm, as he looked at her annoyed. "Didi, where are my shoes?", Angad asked simply. "Oh, they were with me. I'll give them to you,", Muskaan paused, and then took out a checkbook, "if give me $10,000.".
"$10,000?", Angad screamed. Not that it was very much, he spent more than that daily. But he just wanted to play along. "I just lost $10,000 yesterday!", Angad said pointing at his sisters and his Bhabhi. "Fine, your loss. You will be the one going around bare foot.", Muskaan shrugged.
"Yeah right! Just one call, and my employees will get me another pair.", Angad said grinning smugly. "That seems like a plan. But what will you do when you won't be able to get inside your room?", Muskaan said showing him the keys. "I'll go get a room in a hotel.", Angad shot back. "Ah, but so will everyone else who lives in this house.", Muskaan said, "I locked all the rooms in this house , jiju.", She said emphasizing the word jiju.
"Angad, just give her the money, I am tired and I want to sleep in my room.", Shilpa whined.
"Fine.", Angad said snatching the checkbook from Muskaan. He signed the checkbook and gave it to her. The Sharma's soon left and then Angad and Kripa retired to their room and spent yet another night in each other's arms, sighing and groaning in passion and pleasure.
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Edited by lalala10 - 14 years ago
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