Angad drove sweepingly through London in great anger. He couldn't believe his parents had made him move to London with the rest of the family. Although Angad was twenty-three and a collage graduate from Harvard his parents still treated him as if he was five.

 

             Angad didn't hate his family he was just a bit tired of it, there was no spark or light in the family it has always been the same ever since he was in high school, little brother, who is now five jumps on his back every time he comes home to greet him, his mother cooks the same food every day, rice with pasta, and his father always doing the same thing, work. It was a life Angad wants and has but it's missing a bit of spark to it, something Angad wanted from, and for his family, the only problem was he didn't know what or who that spark was.

 

Who was that one person that could make his day by saying good morning, that someone that could love his little brother as he did, someone that could cook something other then just rice and pasta, someone that could be called more then a someone in Angad Khanna's life? Little did he know that his new great enemy would turn out to be his biggest wall in his world.

 

Angad jerked his car to a stop at the streetlight waiting impatiently for the light to turn green, when his eyes caught a beautiful woman wearing a golden dress that came down to her knees showing every curve in her body. She was more then a beauty, she was the one; she was the one that would bring the sparks into his family and his life. Angad knew this right when he saw her, he did not notice when his car started moving but soon he realized that he was in the middle of an intersection, staring at a women from across the street, with more then a dozen cars barely saving themselves from crashing into his car.

 

That's when it happens; this is when Angad Khanna's life goes from normal to rocking. A luxurious black Acura crashes in to Angad's white BMW. That was when Angad's thoughts left from the beautiful women on the street to the car that crashed into his. 

 

An older man looking about a few years older then his father came out of his black Acura in anger. Angad calmly came out of his now messed up and destroyed BMW, glad of the fact he wasn't killed in the process. He stood a few feet away from the man that looked to be a few years older then his own father, the man yelled at his face in anger saying a few word that were inappropriate for children under the age of ten; then the man called the police to write a case file.

 

It hadn't taken the police all that long to arrive mostly because the crash took place on a main intersection and it was important for the police to clear the area before a major traffic jam happened.

 

             Angad and the man both had their cars at a gas station answering all the questions the police asked them. Angad being a law major from Harvard knew a thing or two about how to respond to the police with out getting himself in trouble.

 

"Last name?" as the policeman asked this; he wrote down every thing Angad and the man said for a report file.

 

" Mr. Khanna, Mr. Sharma" the other man and Angad replayed respectfully.

 

"Can either one of you tell me how this accident happened?" this time when the police man said this it sounded as if he would rather be in a different place doing something better then writing a stupid report on an accident.

 

"Ask him!" Mr. Sharma said this bitterly pointing at Angad. "This boy destroyed my brand new car I got just a week ago!"

 

Angad could tell, by crashing in to this old gas bag was not a good thing because when higher authority like the police see a well dressed man driving a luxurious car they think the man is a hard working man, but when the police see a man as young as twenty-three driving a luxurious car they think the man might have been drinking and was a trust-fund who got all his money from his parents, which in Angad's case was not true.

 

Angad had worked hard for every thing he wanted, he was a well and respected lawyer from Harvard who made twelve million pounds per year.

 

"Sir" Angad said this to show he knew a thing or two about respect "I did not mean to crash your car I was distracted" Angad tried to show that he was innocent but he knew he would end up getting a large sum amount of a ticket and maybe have to appear in court.

 

"I don't understand who gives license to boys so irresponsible and low life" Mr. Sharma said bitterly and pissed of, which also got Angad ticked off also

 

"Who are you calling low life, I am a Harvard graduate and majored in law. Every piece of money I make is from my hard work and I will not allow any one disrespect all my hard work I have done in the past twenty-three of my life to get where I am today" Angad yelled in anger, he always hated people who judged others by the way they looked. It was one of the many reasons why Angad had majored in law in the first place.

 

 "All your work in the past twenty-three years have only gotten you to a car crash with me!" Mr. Sharma roared in anger not once convinced that Angad had ever stepped foot inside such a respected university such as Harvard.

 

Angad and Mr. Sharma exchanged a few angry words to one another and then went there separate ways with Angad getting a 5,000-pound ticket and Mr. Sharma getting a 200-pound ticket. 

 

*****

 

             Chiron Sharma came in side his own home in great anger he couldn't believe some idiot drove into his brad new car and his stupid insurance company wouldn't pay for the damage. Chiron saw his daughter sitting on the sofa reading a he sat beside her.

 

The girl turned to look at her father "Hi, dad how was your day"

 

Chiron gave a sigh "don't ask, Kripa"

 

"Ok then" Kripa gave a smile; I am going to go change out of this dress. When Kripa stood up she was wearing a gold dress, the same dress that made Angad Khanna go crazy over her.

 

*****

Kripa went to her room and changed her clothes. From her window she noticed she had new neighbors. She saw a moving truck with a little five-year-old boy sitting on the sofa while two workers moved it inside. She noticed a woman and a man that looked like parents and then she saw one person that caught her eye; it was a man looking to be in his early twenties, she had to say he was one handsome hunk. He was wearing a red shirt with a brown jacket and blue jeans, talking on his cell phone

 

Unknowingly Kripa opened her window to listen to the guy's conversation on the phone.

 

"What the hell do you mean my insurance company wont pay for the damages? Do you know whom your talking to? I am Angad Khanna! I am going to put such a give law suite on you that your grandkids will have inquires!"

 

By saying that Angad slammed his cell phone on the ground breaking it in anger. All the while Kripa smiled from looking out the window. "Angad, nice name" by saying to herself Kripa shut the window and went to her balcony that was in her room.

 

Kripa always liked the balcony mostly because it was peaceful, no one to disturb her in her thoughts but now that she had new neighbors that was bound to change because one balcony was a cross from hers where the neighbors to see into her room while she could see into theirs. Kripa made a mental note to her self to buy some curtains from the balcony windows, she didn't want her new neighbors especially Angad to see her in her nightgown.

 

As Kripa stood in her balcony she couldn't help but want to meet that handsome hunk, Angad she saw out side. Kripa quickly went down stairs to still her dad on the sofa.

 

"Hey dad, we have new neighbors!" When Kripa said this, it surprised her dad because the house beside them cost 35 million pounds he couldn't imagine how someone could afford such a large and expensive house, Chiron's house it self cost 3 million but a 35 million pound house sold!

 

"Kripa you go meet the neighbors, I will meet them some other time"

 

"Ok dad" Kripa joyfully went out the door hoping to get a chance to talk to Angad the hot one. As Kripa thought about it, it made her blush.

 

*****

By the time Kripa reached next door the moving truck was gone and no one was out side. Kripa knocked on the door and a little five-year-old boy opened it.

 

"Hi, I am Kripa, are your parents home?" before the boy could answer, Kripa heard a deep voice from somewhere inside.

 

"Karan, how many times have I told you not to open the door…" The voice soon stopped because Angad saw the girl from the road.

 

"…Hi" Angad said this in a shocked and happy voice.

 

"I am Angad Khanna" Angad's deep voice made Kripa's heart beat fifty times faster

 

"I am Kripa"

 

"Can I help you?" Angad said almost forgetting how to speak at all

 

"Well, I am from next door…" Wow it was Angad's lucky day, he might have gotten a 2,000-pound ticket and a trashed up car but at that moment it seemed like it was worth it. "…And I was wondering if you needed any help unpacking or any thing" Usually Angad would just say no but he didn't want Kripa to leave so instead he invited her in to help out.  

 

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