Hi everybody.I had this idea for a fan fic last night.its kind of confusing at first but i wrote it that way.😆not ur usual a-k story i hope.Kripa-Angad has met and seperated for reasons revealed l8r.for a while it will just focus on how Kripa copes with the seperation.My first time actually posting one of my fan fics so hope u like it and bear with me jaans.
4:00 in the afternoon...yet it was dark enough to be night.The thunderous booms and striking lightning hinted a big storm coming...
"didi?" a guy's voice asked questionally seeing his sister going out."Di,where are you going?theres going to be a storm..."The girl payed him no heed,in fact didnt she didnt even glance at him.Leaving her brother staring sadly after her,she went out.
A lonely figure could be seen sitting on some rocks near the beach looking at the waves crashing down.Her dark brown hair was slightly wet and was flying around her face because of the howling wind.Her beautiful face was streaked with tears,it was as hard as stone yet if u looked into her eyes,you could see the vulnerablity and helplessness there.
"theres going to be a storm"she remembered her brother saying.
"what storm?"she whispered into the deserted beach."Its no different than the one I face every second of my life is it?"fast tears were leaking out of her eyes.The girl got up and walked to the sand in the edge of the house.She let the waves splash on her.her black duppatta slipped on the sand.As she bent down to pick it up,she also picked up a seashell.
It was pearl white,see-through and had sort of rainbow colors reflecting it.She closed her eyes,fingering the ice cold shell...
A group of people were playing around in the very same beach.Difference was it wasnt dark and gloomy as this day.they all had careless smiles on their faces,not knowing this would be last day they would smile like that.
She was watching everybody when she felt strong and comforting arms circle around her waist.she tightened her hold on the shell...and she heard it...the voice...the voice which seemed to haunt her everywhere she went...the voice she was yearning to hear again...
"hi jaan,"he whispered into her ear as he buried his head in her neck."Look what I got you,"he turned her around and placed something in her hand...a necklace made of shells...she smiled.
"You made this for me?"she loked into his eyes teasingly.
"Me?"he asked mockingly."nahi nahi.Indias biggest rockstar,Angad Khanna doesnt have time to these.""really?"she asked laughing.
"Arre."Angad turned a cute puppy face on her."Of course i made it for you."he tied it around her neck."its stupid na?i dont know...you're just always picking up these shells and..."she stopped him with a kiss and he responded with one that made chills go down her spine."its perfect."she smiled."its these sweet small things that you do that makes me love you so much."
She looked at the shell and threw it against the raging waves."what storm!!!"she practically yelled."the one that took over my life"the tears which ran down her face would've made the meanest man alive weep for her just then...
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She was racing upstirs drenched from head to toe when she heard a voice stop her."Kripa,stop,"Kripa turned around.A woman in a blue sari was looking at her dirty wet black salwar and her stringy wet hair was looking at her dissaprovingly."Why are you all wet kripa?"kripa didnt answer."Kripa!tum kaha thi?itne raat ho gayi."
"do you care?"asked kripa."do you actually ever care mom?"Her mother looked at her with an indifference expression."what are you talking about kripa.of course I..."but Kripa was already out of the room and up the stairs.
In dry clothes,she sat on her bed looking at a picture of her...and Angad.It was taken their senior year of high school.She smiled slightly at the memory...and Angad...
What woman wouldnt like to stare at him all day-heck even some men probably would! His black,slightly tousled hair straying on his forehead,his perfect jawlines,which fit his mischeivous and open face so well.6 foot tall,with muscles which didnt make him look like a wrestler yet would make any girl feel protective if his hands would ever be around them...and his eyes.The best part of him was probably his eyes.Chocolate brown with flicks of gold in them.Those innocent eyes.If someone had ever looked into them,they probably couldve seen his whole life flashing in front of them.The eyes which now couldnt even...
"Di?can i come in?"Kripa put the picture under her pillow,put
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