part 9
"Chickenpox."Gunjan announced excitedly from the corner."If I have chicken pox Mr.Mehra cant expect me to go to Ooty.'
Nupur looked up from the suitcase she was packing.She looked surprised.
"Since when have you shied away from work?Why don't you want to go?"
Gunjan sat down on the edge of the bed.There was no easy way to explain this.There was no way she could avoid telling her sister.
She felt Nupur move closer and touch her hand.
"Gunjan what is wrong?"
Gunjan looked at her sister and took a deep breath.
"Di.I met my boss at Diya's party.He didn't recgnise me and we danced together.He seemed quite –interested – in me.."she trailed away,her cheeks flushing.She couldn't go on.As she spoke she remembered the way his eyes held her as though every expression on her face was too priceless to miss.
Nupur pursed her lips.
"So you met your boss at the party and he didn't recognise you.Now you are scared that he will realise that you are the girl he danced with at the party?"
Gunjan nodded.
"Gunjan by god you can make a mountain of a molehill.I was seriously worried fr a while.Even if he finds out that he danced with you at the party so what?Its not acrime to go to a party."
Gunjan sighed inwardly.
Di was completely missing the point.I cant afford Samrat to realise that he danced with me that night.
"My boss is quite- quite a ladies man.He is a playboy and from what I have seen him in the party,he seemed to like me in that way."she said softly wishing she dig her face inside the comforter.
"Really?"Nupur sat up bouncing."Wow!how does he look like?"
"Di..please…"
"You danced with him and you were looking so beautiful he must have fallen in love with you.."
"Di…he is not the kind of person who falls in love.For him it like a matter of time pass.He is playboy.He changes girlfriends like you changes clothes."she said biting her lip.She picked up some files and put them in the bag.
"Now if he finds out that I am that girl he seemed to like so much in the party,he will try to win me over.And since he will flirt and woo me till I give in,which I never will,our professional relationship will go awry.Its awful!"
Nupur nodded sympathetically.
"I understand this is a complicated situation but Gunjan its also true that you cant avoid him forever.If you are thinking of working there,your paths will cross.The more you avoid it,the more scarier it will get.And as much as I know of playboys they get ver things very quickly.He might have forgotten all about that night."
Gunjan looked at her sister hopefully.Was it possible that Samrat had forgotten all about that girl?He flirted with ten girls a day why would he remember one particular girl for so long and when he fnds out that I am not a glamorous diva like I seemed that day but a plain simple girl he would lose interest.
The train of thought was very calming.She hoped it will work out that way.Suddenly she had a glimpse of the complete absorbed look on his face that seemed to say the contrary but she pushed it out of her mind.
"You are right Di.I can handle this.Did you put everything in?"she asked.
Nupur nodded.
"I have arranged your salwar suits alphabetically.See..black,blue .green,peach,pink,red,white….By god it pays off to have a compulsive sister.."
Gunjan laughed.
"What are my daughters laughing about?"Devika asked floating in.Her daughters smiled.She moved forward and hugged Gunjan.
"Oh my little girl!You are going to go on a trip all by yourself.This is soo emotional."
Gunjan smiled.
"I will back soon."
"Yes you will be sweety but I will miss you every second you arent here.What time is your flight.?"
"6.30 am."she replied.Which means 6 hours before I face Samrat.Will he recognise me or will I get lucky?
"Gunjan…."her mother said.
"I better get to sleep Ma."she said.
Nupur nodded
"I will finish the packing within minutes."
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Mayank's POV
I walked down the hallway.The best part of having huge house was that there were so many places to spend time alone.It was my time to be with myself and my music.
I picked up my guitar and smiled.I didn't remember exactly when I started to play but it was best friend.It was with me whenever I wanted it.It spoke my thoughts…thoughts I could never say aloud.
I stopped at the dining room door.Diya and Mom were deep in conversation.
"Sujoy Bose..is he a good lawyer?"Diya asked my mom.
"Yes Diya.He is a very good lawyer."Mom replied patiently.
"I want the catering company to come apologise to me."came the reply."I want them to beg my forgiveness."
"Because they said you like fish with soya sauce?"Mom asked.
"For lying mom and for bad service and for bad customer care.."Diya ranted.
I smiled shaking my head.When will Diya grow up?
I knew the answer
N-E-V-E-R
Still chuckling I walked to the garden.The garden was relatively silent.The only sound I could hear was the shuffling of the night guard's boots as he gave his rounds.
I walked to the set of garden chair and sat down,pcking up my guitar.
The night was beautiful.Soft clouds hung low giving the black night a defined grey hue.The trees were stationary casting huge shadws on the grass,Only the slighter bushes and the tree leaves moved in the slight breeze blowing around.
My hand poised at my guitar,ready to play.I knew the notes but somehow my hands didn't move.
Yes the night was beautiful but it wasn't inspiring me.I felt no need to play,no need to serenade its beauty.
I leaned back at the chair taking my surroundings in.I looked at the empty road infront of the house.To the left there was a small white house.As I took in the structure something caught my eye.In the bannister of a window sat a girl,her hair blowing around her.
Remember Nupur..our neighbour.
Nupur!!
Without thinking I moved forward looking for a betterview.She was sitting with her knees bent,her hands knotted against her knees.Her face rested on her knee and she sat wondereyed at the black sky.
There was something about her stance which made it impossible for me to look away.I stared at her wondering at the childlike innocence in her face.Her stance which bespoke her vulnerability.There was something heartwwrenching beautiful about her ,something which regenerated my protective instincts.
As I looked at her the words formed in thier own accord
She seemed so innocent as though unaware of the world around her,waiting for the world to surprise her with its cruelty.She seemed so vulnerable that it was aching,
I stood there staring at her for an immeasurable moment.I had no idea how long I stood there …minutes or hours.I only knew I couldn't look away.
Then a shrill whistle blasted through the night.I started,my eyes still on Nupur.
She jumped at the sound and I wanted to punch the nightguard for breaking the spell.She looked down at the garden obviously searching for the guard..Then her eyes fell on me,standing in the middle of the garden gazing up at her.
She scooted up drawing her shawl against her tightly.From the slight part of her face that I could see she had reddened visibly.Even from where I stood I could see her consternation.
I wanted to defend myself.I am not the kind of guy who peeps into girls at night.I was just…watching you
Before I could speak a word,she turned away and closed the door behind her.I stood there feeling like a complete idiot.
She must think I am a loser.It was too late to do anything.I will explain myself next time we met.I went to the chair picked my guitar up.I closed my eyes and immediately I saw Nupur siiting with her face on her knees.The feel of her innocent vulnerability washed through me and I started playing.
The music that filled the garden was unlike I ever played.I was serenadng her innocence
The mayur part I just wrote is different,I am sorry there are no dialogues.But its one of my fav parts...I hope you all like it.
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