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Part 19: Surrender
After the night of partying, the day that followed was
pretty mellow. Riddhima found herself
alone at home again as Armaan was at the library, studying. Angad had gone to the library to give him
company. Kripa was setting up for a
photo shoot that she was a model for.
Her friend needed some pictures for an assignment. Rahul and Muskaan were out, shopping on Muskaan's
Kripa and Angad talked on the phone a couple of times and
when Angad suggested that Armaan call Riddhima, Armaan turned down the
Late in the evening, the boys decided to head home, tired
from all the studying.
Kripa and Claire, Kripa's friend, both turned their heads
towards the living room when they heard a knock on the door.
"I guess that would be Angad." Claire looked at Kripa. Kripa just nodded. "Wow...talk about perfect timing. He gets home precisely when I click the last
photo. I'll help you clean this up."
"No...It's okay...I like all the candles and the flowers...I'll
take care of it...don't worry about it.
I hope the pictures turn out fine." Kripa said, getting up from the
carpet of white roses and orchids. She
walked out to the front door and opened it.
Angad's jaw dropped slightly at the sight in front of
him. Kripa stood there in a white
strapless dress that had a silver satin ribbon around her waist, tied in a bow
knot at the side. She wore matching
silver heels with satin ribbons that wrapped around her claves. Her look made perfect by a delicate chain
around her neck with a tiny diamond heart pendant, and long earrings that ran
parallel to her neck. What made this
simple look seem more amazing was the lone white orchid she had pinned behind
She snapped her fingers in front of him. "Do you plan on coming in at all?"
He walked in, still staring at her. She closed the door and followed him as he
put his backpack on the couch. Then, he
turned around, circled his arms around her waist and pulled her close. A giggling Kripa went on her tippy toes and
Claire walked in on them and caught them in a kiss that way
too private to be seen. She cleared her
throat. "Well...clearly you two want me
to leave. Good luck with the cleaning
Kripa. And Angad...good luck to you
Claire winked suggestively and left,
closing the door after her.
"She's right about that...I'll need a lot of luck. You're looking so good that it should be
illegal." He kissed her again.
Kripa raised her eyebrow at him and wiggled out of his
grip. "Well...I can make that easy for
you. I'll go and clean up my room and
She walked into her room, with Angad on her tail. Of course he was still staring at her. On her way to the flowers, she pressed the
'play' button on her CD player and a romantic instrumental filled the silence
in the room. She froze right next to
flowers because the lights went out.
When she turned around to look, she figured that Angad had switched them
off. Now the candle-light filled the
room. There were enough candles to keep
the room bright, and enough flowers to make the room smell like a flower
garden. It was all sort of
romantic. Kripa shook her head at him
and bent down to start cleaning up the flowers.
She picked up a hand full of flowers and looked around to
see where she could keep them. Angad walked
to her and extended his hands towards her.
She put the flowers in his hand but he tossed the flowers over his head,
onto her bed. She just watched on
confusedly as he tossed most of the flowers onto her bed.
"Angad...I think you're going crazy..." She joked with him.
To which he seriously replied, "yeah...and it's all your
The next thing Kripa knew was that she was against the wall,
fingers of both hands entwined with his, the comfortable weight of his torso on
"And I won't go crazy alone, you know...I'll make you go
crazy with me..." his husky voice made her heart beat frantically.
"Shouldn't be so hard..." Kripa whispered back, staring
into his eyes.
Angad leaned closer, brought his lips about a centimetre
from hers, and then moved back. Kripa
stared at him and he smirked. He did the
same thing again. Almost kissed her and
then moved back. Kripa frowned. He did it for a third time. Kripa groaned. He was testing her patience. His proximity was already thrashing her
insides wildly and on top of that, he was having fun teasing her.
The fourth time he leaned in to tease her, she pushed
herself from the wall and caught his lips before he moved back. He chuckled at her reaction in between the
The kiss got deeper and deeper. Angad felt his logic and sense of thought
slipping. He tried to pull apart but she
was clutching onto him so tightly. One
hand wound around his neck, the other around his waist.
"You're...treading...dangerous waters." He whispered
whenever he could form the word and will his muscles to speak. Kripa was constantly making him lose his
"I don't care..."
In a movement so quick that he didn't understand how she
managed it, she turned around and pushed him
against the wall. Something about that
move of hers filled Angad with a sudden wave of passion and warmth. He wrapped his arms around her again and
pulled her off her feet. As the new
passion passed onto Kripa through the kiss, her hands started trembling slightly. Her vision dizzying. Electric tingles ran up and down her spine
and she realized that it was because she felt Angad struggling with her dress's
zipper at her back.
She stopped moving, and he stopped struggling. She felt the dress loosen around her as the
zipper came undone. When his warm hand
touched her bare back, she gasped. And slowly
she registered that she was working to unbutton his shirt. She'd already managed with the first two.
Angad kissed the curve of her neck multiple times before
leaving a love mark on her delicate skin.
She was standing on the floor now.
A distant part of her mind reasoned that he must have weak balance in
this state they were in. He started
taking steps forward, making her take steps backwards, and still leaving an
unstopping trail of kisses on her shoulders, neck, and face.
The burning candles and the instrumental music were all
forgotten in the heat of their passion. She
managed to undo the last button on his shirt before falling onto the flower
covered bed. Much to his surprise, Kripa
impatiently peeled off the shirt from his body and tossed it aside. She looked deep into his eyes as she caressed
his chiselled chest and abdomen muscles.
Simultaneously, she could feel his hands running down from the side of
her ribs to her waist, to her hip, to her thigh, and back up again. And along with this movement, she felt her
dress slipping a bit by bit.
"You are so beautiful...I can loo-"he started to say but she
shut him up by putting a hand over his mouth.
She used her other hand, which was wrapped around Angad's broad
shoulders, to prop herself up. She came
close enough for their noses to touch lightly.
"Shh...Don't say anything..." she sounded breathless and
slightly nervous, He was nervous too. In
all the weeks they'd spent together, neither had felt this level of passion and
intimacy. This time it was a whole new
level that neither one could explain.
Kripa felt the need to pull him closer than he already
was. She gasped aloud and dug her nails
into his back when he left another love bite on her shoulder. And that reaction from her put everything
else in fast forward. Within a couple of
minutes, countless kisses and moans later, they were making love for the first
time in their lives. Neither one knew
what to expect after this. They didn't
know what it would do to their relationship.
They just went with the flow of the passion, the urgent need of each
other, and the intimacy. There was one
thing for sure though, to both of them, whatever was happening between them
felt completely right.
The next morning:
I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me. I don't know what exactly he was thinking but
he looked like he was thinking about something important. I smiled at him, remembering the precious
moments from a few hours ago. He
returned the smile and turned so that his body was hovering over mine. He used the elbow of the hand he had under my
head to prop himself up. He moved
strands of hair off of my face with his free hand and then he caressed my cheek
with the tips of his fingers.
I closed my eyes and shivered slightly under his touch. He kissed my forehead twice and I opened my
eyes. His face was closer now and I
couldn't help but touch his cheek with the tips of my fingers. I could be wrong but I think my touch had the
same effect his touch had on me. I say
that because I felt him hold his breath and close his eyes when my fingers
trailed his cheekbone. When he opened
them, there was a smile tugging at his lips.
"I'm in love with you." He whispered his voice husky. My hand froze with my fingers still on his
cheek. "I love you." He repeated, staring into my
As soon as he uttered the word 'love', something amazing
exploded in my heart. It was as if his
confession had brought realization upon me.
I was suddenly sure that I loved him too. Absent minded, still staring into his eyes, I
slid my hand from his cheek and wrapped it around his neck while my other hand
placed itself right over his heart.
I closed my eyes as I felt his heart hammering in his chest,
"I love you too."
The words escaped from my mouth automatically. The shock of hearing myself speak them out
loud made my eyes fly open, that too, just in time to catch his heart-stopping
smile right before he bent down to kiss me.
We made love again that early morning, with twice the
passion, twice the love, twice as joy as the first time.
It was later when I was lying in his arms while he slept
that I decided that no matter what anyone said, I'd made the right choice when
I decided to give our relationship a chance and I had been right when I'd
agreed to move in with him. I know that
a lot of people think that our relationship is moving too fast. It seems rushed. But it has been perfect so far. And now, since we're in love with each
other...what could possibly go wrong?
When I woke up an hour before noon, I noticed that I was
alone on the bed. I was famished since I
hadn't had dinner the night before. When
I stretched my body, with a painful shock, I realized that I was sore in places
I'd never thought possible. I felt
myself blushing as I recalled the events of last night. I walked into the washroom to brush my teeth
and I was a little surprised at the way I looked. My curls were fading and my hair was
returning to its normal straight self.
My cheeks we red at the cheekbones as if I were wearing bright red
blush. My skin seemed like I was glowing
from the inside...OH! This is the glow everyone talks
Then my eyes drifted to my neck and my eyes widened. It was covered in love bites. Great!
It was going to be a turtleneck day.
After taking a shower, I put on my bathrobe and walked into
the room. As I walked past the CD
player, I popped in a CD of old Hindi songs.
The first song that started had me smiling to myself. Simply because it applied to me this morning.
Na jaane Kya hua, Jo
Tune Choo Liya,
Khila Gulaab Ki tarah
Nikhar Nikhar Gayi,
Sawar Sawar Gayi,
Banake Aaina Tujhe Ae
A Nice Old Hindi Song if you want to check it out:
I put on my baby blue sleeveless turtleneck on and paired it
with my black skinny jeans. I left the
music on and headed out. I was singing
along to the song when I opened the door and found Angad standing there smiling
to himself. Startled, I stood frozen for
a couple of seconds.
Then he gave me his slanted smile and I automatically smiled
back. I took a couple of steps and
hugged him. In the same instant I felt
his arms wrap around me, holding me possessively. The feeling of being in his arms brought back
memories from the night before, amplified.
I involuntarily hid my face in his chest, and heard him chuckle.
"I thought you were gone for the day..." I said before
pulling apart and kissing his lips.
"It's Sunday today, baby.
No classes. Remember?" He kissed my forehead.
I guess he must have seen my glum expression because he
brought his face to my level and cupped my face.
"Do you not want me to stay at home today?" He asked,
seriously. Then he seemed to hesitate
for a few seconds. "You're
not...upset...about...last night, are you?"
I held his hands, pressing them closer to my cheek. "Of course not. Last night was one of my most
special nights. It's just that I'd
promised Riddhima that she could come over...she wants to talk about her and
Armaan I think. I would have felt less
guilty about focusing on her for a few hours if you were out. Now I'll feel guilty about having to keep you
alone for so long."
"Don't worry about it, love. I was going to see Armaan anyway. It all works out. Anyway, go and have breakfast...its waiting
for you at the table. I'm sure you're
famished after all the hard work." He gave me a teasing smile.
And then I realized that he was wearing a white collared
shirt. I couldn't help but pull aside
the collar with my finger. I guess he
must have figured out what I was thinking because he quietly let me do what I
I felt my face getting red as I found the marks similar
to the ones on my neck at the base of his neck.
Yeah, don't look so surprised. I
don't remember doing that. But then
again, I didn't remember having that happened to my own neck.
As I ran my finger over one of the marks on his neck, my
other hand automatically went towards my neck.
I looked up at him.
He smiled and took my hand off of his neck and kissed it. Then he winked at me, kissed my forehead and
led me to the table where a complete breakfast was waiting for me.
A couple of hours later, Riddhima texted me saying that
she was on her way. Angad walked into
his room to change and a few minutes later, Riddhima knocked at my door.
I fixed my turtleneck, knowing very well that she'll
freak out if she heard about last night, and opened the door.
"Hey!" I gave her a hug.
"Hi", she said returning the hug and walking in. "You look...different."
"Uh...what do you mean?"
"I don't know" she shrugged. "You look a lot happier."
"Because I get to see you!"
As soon as she sat on the couch, I interrupted her with
my question. "Okay...what do you want to
"Are you in hurry or something? I can come some other day if you want."
I plopped myself on the couch, next to her. "Nah...I'm in no hurry...I'm just deciding
what kind of drink we'll need with this conversation...pop, coffee, tea, hot
She giggled. I
liked that. It felt good to see her
laughing so freely. But then she got
serious. She looked at me and took a
"I want to talk about me and Armaan."
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Here you go guys! I know I know...there isnt much AR in this part, but Next part has a LOT of AR in it. so just be patient. I hope you all like this part. its an early Update...diwali present from me. :) Enjoy guys. Happy Diwali! Feel free to comment/suggest/predict.
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Edited by love_iqbal_khan - 13 November 2011 at 4:07pm