Part 2
Kripa stared at her blank paper, what did her teacher expect her to write on it. She picked up her pen and wrote" Love is a word used to describe the attraction someone has towards another person" Kripa smiled at what she had just wrote. It was perfect.
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2 days later

Mr. Khanna gave his lesson and dismissed the class and called Kripa to his desk

"Kripa I read your definition of love and its better" he said not facing her

Kripa smiled. "Thank you...I knew you would be impressed by it"

Mr. Khanna turned around and faced Kripa " I didn't say I was impressed....you still failed"

Kripa felt her heart drop "But...you said I did better" Kripa spoke in a whining voice

"You did, you got 20 % now....I know your not Happy with your mark so I am giving some extra credit work you don't have to do it but if you don't your mark for this class is a fail"

"NO....I am ready to do the extra credit" Kripa said hopefully

Mr. Khanna smiled

" It is going to be a out of school project type of thing you can quit anytime but you wont get the marks if you quit ....anyways everyday my son will pick you up when you have my class: art philosophy for the hour and you and him will make a music video about anything you want and the better it is the higher your mark will be and your current mark in my class is 15%... a failure'



Kripa nodded understanding. ''I just have one question...who is your son?''

Mr. Khanna smiled and he said nothing but just dismissed Kripa.



Lunch time



''Oh my God you get to make a music video instead of writing a definition? awesome....and you get to leave school property? Double awesome man!!'' Alliyah seemed to think this was cool but Kripa was uncomfortable with the fact that she was going to be making a music video with a complete stranger. When Kripa explained this to Alliyah she started laughing and singing

"andekha anjaana sa pagla sa diiwaana sa (Unseen, like a stranger, a little crazy, a little mad)

jaane voh kaisa hoga re (Who knows what he'll be like? )

andekha anjaana sa pagla sa diiwaana sa (Unseen, like a stranger, a little crazy, a little mad)

jaane voh kaisa hoga re (Who knows what he'll be like? )

chorii se chupke chupke baiTHa hai dil me.n chupke (Secretly and silently he is seated in my heart,)

jaane voh kaisa hoga re (Who knows what he'll be like? )"

(NOTE: I GOT THE LYRICS FROM http://www.bollywhat.com/lyrics/mdk_lyr.html#2)

They have some laughs as time goes by.



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Next Day

Art Philosophy class-
Kripa enters the class and is about to sit down when Mr. Khanna calls her, she goes up to him

''Your Extra- Credit Project is waiting in the red car for you, here is a note if anyone stops you, and please hand it in the office after words.'' He handed her a white paper with writing in it. '' You will be back in a hour...so you may go now''

Kripa nodded and headed towards the office handed the form in and exited the school. She spotted a red car and walked towards it slowly. She gently opened the door of the car and sat inside and looked at the man sitting on the driver seat.

He extended his hand out to her and said in a heart warming voice ''Hi I am Angad Khanna'



To Be Continued

Charcter Sketch



Dillip Khanna-52 years old, widow, has two sons Kartik and Angad, they are his life. He is an Art Philosophy teacher, good person, his son Kartik is happily married in America.

Angad Khanna- 20 year old and a heartthrob of people all around India, he is a famous rockstar, especially popular with the girls. Which is enjoyed by him a lot.