Khel Khel Main: Part 3
Kripa was sitting having her soup while Angad was sitting on the sofa across the tiny hospital bed flipping though the magazine, angry. Kripa finished her soup, had her medicines and hit the covers. She had to stay one more day in this hideous hospital. And, then she would be back in London, away from Angad. She would be back in the real world paying bills, and struggling to get herself in another modeling assignment.
Anagd on the other hand couldn't wait to get out of here and go back to his regular routines. He was living in hell. Even though he enjoyed Kripa Sharma's company very much. He wanted to be away from her. Far, far away from her. In the past three weeks she had created nothing but trouble for Angad. Everything from the time he bumped into her to the time she got sick. She had created nothing but problems for Angad Khanna. But Mr. Khanna was surprised that he hadn't had his Khanna blow-out yet. He had put up with every thing so far. And, Angad Khanna being this nice, it was a big shock. A bigger shock was that a part of him wanted Kripa around. The silly things she did made him smile and he liked it. Never once since he had become Mr. Richey Rich, he spend a day with someone like Kripa. If he ever went out with someone it was for a business lunch or dinner. Any parties he went to were spend discussing share markets and the common with other riches around the world. A break like this, he thought, would never be enjoyable. But, at this point, as he watched Kripa sleeping like a princess who was waiting to be kissed by her prince charming. He begged to differ. This trip, he knew by now, would change him life in the coming weeks.
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Angad stopped his Ferrari 612 Scaglietti in front of Kripa's flat. "Well Ms. Sharma here you are." Kripa smiled weakly. The medicines she had been taking had made her sleepy, and Angad could see the dark circles under her eyes.
Kripa opened the door and put one leg on the ground. Then she turned to Angad. "Angad."
Angad was looking at the streets waiting for Kripa to leave. But when Kripa called his name and quickly looked at her. "Yes, Kripa."
"Can you accompany me to my flat?" Angad pressed his lips together and though about it for a few seconds. Kripa sighed, "Please Angad."
Angad smiled, "of course." He got out of his car and helped Kripa out of the car into her room.
Kripa opened the door to her flat and stepped inside. Angad stayed outside and put her things down on the other side of the door. Kripa looked at him and frowned. "Angad, really. It won't kill you if you came in side for sometime. I promise it wont hurt your pride one bit."
Angad though about for a second, and then stepped inside. Kripa smiled and closed the door behind her. She picked up the mail off the floor and sat on the sofa beside Angad.
"What would you like to have Angad?"
"Well, a coffee would work."
"Ok."
"Kripa, I don't want you to make the coffee."
"Why Angad?"
"Look, your sick and tired. I don't want you to work your self."
"Angad, I'm fine."
"In that case I shall accompany you to the kitchen. I don't want you fainting. As I would be blamed that Angad Khanna wanted a cup of coffee."
"Whatever you like. Has anyone ever won you?"
Angad grinned, and they both maid their way to the kitchen.
About five minutes later Kripa and Angad were enjoying their coffee. Kripa was looking though her mail and like every time she had more bills to take care of her. Irritated she threw her mail on the coffee table in front of her.
Angad noticed she was tensed, and he wanted to help her. He placed his coffee down and got closer to her. "Kripa."
Kripa was too busy thinking and never heard Angad, so he called again. But she still didn't hear her. Finally Angad put his arms around her and Kripa, startled turned and looked at him. "Are you ok," his voice was calm and soothing. For a moment Kripa wished she could forget sitting in front of him was Anagd Khanna. She wished she could consider him just a friend and embrace him tightly and cry with him. Be able to tell him her problems.
In stead, she smiled, "I'm fine Angad." Her whisper was just loud enough from him to hear. Almost as if he being all right was a secret. That no one else but Angad needed to know.
Angad frowned, he knew she was lying. "Kripa I know I'm Angad Khanna. I can be a bit rude at times. But, if you ever need anything you can ask me."
Kripa smiled, humbled and surprised. "Angad, to know that Angad Khanna is there for me is more than enough."
"Ok, then next time you need something you will think that, I'm Angad Khanna your friend. No Anagd Khanna owner of a large company."
"That will take some time and thought but I will try, Angad." He smiled. He put his cup down and stood up.
Kripa stood up with him and escorted him to the door. With a small smile they both left. Angad had told Kripa to see him when ever she wished. But a part of her told she would never see him again. The other part of her told her that something would bring them together again.
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The following morning Angad had a formal breakfast with his friend Shahid Kapoor.
"So Angad, how was your trip?"
Anagd cut a part of his toast with his knife and fork and inserted it into his mouth. "It was good. We had a good time."
Shahid put his cup down and his eye brow cocked, "We? Who was with you?"
"Kripa Sharma."
"Hmm… is she another rich industrialist?"
"No actually, she's a struggling model who I'm sure right now is trying to find herself a job to pay about a few million bills off."
"So, she's a low class struggling girl?"
"I guess you could say that. But doesn't low class sound, well, harsh?"
Shahid smiled a naught smile, "Angad Khanna I think your in love!"
Angad smiled at his friend, "Angad Khanna would die before falling in love."
"Ya, sure." Angad rolled his eyes and they ate in silence.
He wasn't in love but he knew that he had a soft corner for Kripa. He liked her, and anyone could tell. He was a different person around her. More humble, more nice. But as soon as he got back to the "other" world he was altogether a different person.
Angad was sitting in his library working. Angad barely ever went to his office. He did everything from home and Shahid being his good friend and his lawyer managed everything at the office.
Angad was singing a few checks, and having some wine when the phone rang. Angad sighed and stood up. He walked to the other side of the room and picked the phone, he was shocked to hear from who was on the other line.
I know you guys love where I left off! 😆 Anyways, i hope you enjoyed the part! 😃
Hugs and Kisses
Neha 😛
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