Part 6:

 

Kripa tried to pull the glass piece out of the wound but it hurt her so terribly that tears started building in her eyes. The bell rang, scared a little that who could it be at this hour, she got up with struggle and walked towards the door limping because of her wounded leg. It took her a little time to reach the door and the person had already ringed it two more times. She reached the door, wincing with each step and as soon as she opened it, her foot gave away and she started collapsing. Before she could fall her visitor caught hold of her waist and helped her standing back on her feet. She glanced up to see her savior with a thankful look which he returned with most handsome smile ever.

Kripa surprised at Angad's arrival lead him inside, unknowingly still holding onto him for support. Angad noticed the blood stains on the floor and limp in Kripa's walk. Without telling her, he lifted her up and lead her to the sofa. Suddenly lifted up, Kripa threw her arms around his neck for support. Angad kneeled in front of her, after making her sit on the sofa. He lifted her feet and saw the sharp glass pierced deep in her skin. He tried to pull it out, but shriek from Kripa's mouth stopped him. She moved her head left and right vigorously directing him not to remove it.

"Stop it Kripa, it won't hurt." Angad scolded her a little while proceeding to pluck it out again.

"Nahin Angad, dard hoga…please." Kripa said fidgeting her hands.

"Nahin hoga…by the way how it happened." Angad said trying to focus on the piece so that he can pull it out with minimal pain to Kripa, at the same time trying to divert her attention from the wound.

"Actually some notorious bunch of men broke the window frame with a stone and I accidentally stepped on the broken glass pieces. They were hired by the industrialist workers, I suppose." She said while pointing towards the broken window pane.

"Certainly they were. I knew this retarded case was going to do no good. I mean it holds interest for both capitalist and workers, so certainly they would be angry." Angad said as he caught hold of the glass piece and started to pull it back ever so gently, like a knife from melted butter. Finally when it came out he heaved a sigh of relief and said "It's done, finally."

Kripa saw the glass piece in his hands and screamed as she saw more blood spilling out. Angad put his hand on her mouth "God shut up. Will you? Now tell me where is anti septic."

Kripa pointed towards the bathroom. Angad went to the bathroom and looked out for it. It was exactly where it used to be, beside his shaving box. He was pleasantly surprised to see she hasn't disturbed any of his things from there place. He returned with antiseptic and cotton kneeling in front of her again, putting her feet on his lap. He cleaned the wound gently, blowing air at it from time to time through his mouth. Kripa stared at his face longingly, forgetting about her pain because the gift of this pain was ever so beautiful. After bandaging her up, he picked up the glass pieces inspite of Kripa arguing against it and threw them in the dustbin.

Both of them leaned over the broken pane and examined it. It won't be safe for Kripa to leave it open at night, he concluded. And asked for cardboard, pins and hammer.

"At there usual place." is all what Kripa replied.   

Angad went to get them from store room attached to there bedroom. He paused a little before there photo on side table and returned with the things.

 

Kripa stared at Angad fixing the pane. It was so typical husband type scene and she was loving it. Then all of a sudden she asked "what brought u here by the way?"

"I was just passing by. So I thought why not drop in to see my wife especially when she is about to become homeless." Angad said this in an obvious tone. It hurt Kripa. She was sick of these sarcasms. After that she said no more.

 

Kripa knocked on Angad's door and entered in on his order. She had to ask for his permission to leave office and attain court hearing. Seeing him busy on phone, she waited a while when her eyes fell on a building plan at his desk. She held it up and instantly knew the plot of building. It was the land of her home. Angad was the architect of industrial construction at that site! It struck her hard. On seeing paper in her hand, Angad snatched it back.

"U…u will break my home for construction." She stammered.

"Common Kripa its business, we have been hired for god sake." Angad said.

"Yes business." She said in low tone as she handed him permission letter for her early departure.

 

Prithvi and Kripa tried there best to win the case. Giving all sort of arguments in there favour, legal and emotional. But case was weak and growth was crucial. They waited for the verdict with bated breath, keeping there fingers crossed and hopes high that may be something will make it in there favor. But no, they lost it. The case and there home.

 

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