Part 3

 

Angad sat on Kripa's bed with Kripa beside him; there was an awkward silence between then. They had no idea of what to say so Angad started talking nonsense. 

 

"So you have a nice room" This was a lie, truthfully Angad hated Kripa's room. It was too pink and girly for his liking. There were books and magazines all over the place and the room as a whole seemed to teenage type.

 

Kripa noticed Angad's tone and knew he was the worst liar in the world. Kripa knew Angad only for a few hours and already she had him figured out from one sentence. She could tell Angad was one of those guys that were WORK head to toe and nothing more.

 

"If you don't like my room just say so" Angad was surprised as to how quickly Kripa was able to figure him out so fast.

 

"Ok then, I HATE your room" Angad said boldly

 

"Thank you for being honest" Kripa was glad Angad wasn't that nice guy that never did any thing wrong or say any thing wrong. Kripa liked guys that were nice but once in a while a little edge to them wouldn't kill them.

 

"So you like honest people?" Angad asked trying to start up a conversation

 

"More then you know it" Kripa said meaning it. Angad gave a grin letting his mind process.

 

"Well, as long as we are into, talk of honesty; then I have to say the truth…you are one beautiful women" When Angad said this, Kripa blushed head to toe. No one had ever said this to her except her mom and dad. When she was in school all the guys would chase the preppy girls with short skirts on and it was the same in collage but for the first time a guy, a very hot guy, said she was beautiful and this made her go crazy form the inside.

 

"Thank you" After saying that Kripa took a pillow from beside her on the bed and buried her face in to it.

 

Angad gave a nice handsome smile unable to believe a girl living in such modern world could blush like the women from the sixties. When Angad looked at Kripa it was like looking at a girl from old, old movies where the women blushed every time a guy gave her a rose or a hug. 

 

"You know Kripa, you look so beautiful when you blush I don't see why to try to hid it by pressing a pillow to your beautiful face." When hearing this Kripa clanked her hands on to the pillow, tightening her grip on it.

 

"Oh come on let me see that blushing face" Angad pulled the pillow off of Kripa's face seeing her face pink red from all the blushing. Angad gave a large smile.

 

"Can you please leave my room" Kripa said with a British voice and a blushing smile.

 

"Your wish is my command" Angad said standing up in his full American boy voice.

 

Angad went to Kripa's balcony and jumped on to his and soon fell asleep

 

*****

 

Next morning when Angad woke up he could see from out side of his window Kripa still sleeping. In a way it almost seemed as if they were sharing the same room or something. Angad got out of bed and went to the washroom to get ready for a meeting; just a few days ago he had taken on a case of a very famous record company president. If he wins this case he was bond to get a few million pound thrown into his pockets.

 

A few hours later Angad was out of the house driving his dads car since his car was still crashed up from yesterday. That's when it happened, this was when Angad's morning when from good to miserable.

 

Angad was at the same street where his car crash happened yesterday stopped at a stop light and his cell phone started ringing, he picked it up to have his little brother, Karan scream through the phone.

 

"ANGAD! You for got my birthday AGAIN!" Karan's voice caught Angad so off guard that he didn't notice the stop light turn green, and a nice black Lexus crash into his car. An old man stepped out of his car in anger and it just happened to be Chiron Sharma, Again!

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