If it was meant to be-(Update 2/10/10pg107) - Page 54

part 1- sajan first meet is nice

part 2- hope mayank falls for nupur fast

part 2 a- poor nupur.............. hate her mom...........

part after 2a- awesome............ but no mayur.......... benji is nice....

Originally posted by: Neha_S

Thanks a lot for the comments.I have very lil time so i am not pming anyone.Would people reading let their friends know I updated it.It will be really nice of you.

Here goes:

I gingerly touched the rose coloured silk.It looked so beautiful!It looked exactly as it did when I had first started sketching it.The tag on the dress read Vicky S but it was my design.I smiled as I read the elegant label.It was so Vicky to make things dramatic.I had been astounded when I was appointed.I had told him that I was autistic but he seemed willing to try me out.
"No risk no gain!"he said beaming at me.
I had tried hard to please him.And now he introduced me to the new staff members with a mega watt smile.
"She is autistic.You know what that means.That means that when she gets nervous she catches all the flaws I missed out."
I smiled vaguely,my eyes back on the dress.Vicky had been unwilling to put the design in.But I had insisted.It had been a big success.We had managed to sell the whole lot and orders still poured in.He had given me the dress as a gift on Diwali.
"For a special occasion."
I had never worn it,mostly because I never went to parties and if I did they werent the type where I could dress myself in rose coloured full sleeved dress.But Dia's party'it seemed to be the perfect time I could'
"Wow!Nupur!That is a beautiful dress."
I smiled at my mother.
"Yes..I was thinking of .."
"It would look beautiful on Gunjan.Make her wear it tonight."she said chirpily.
I stared at her.Yes.It would be incredible on my sister.
"Ma..that's exactly what I was thinking."

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I was trying hard not to look at myself.It was the horror of wearing a long waving dress that refrained me from even glancing at the mirror.I looked down watching the soft wave of the dress.How did I agree to wear the dress?But when my mother puts her mind to something it is hard to disagree.
"Ma..I am not comfortable wearing such.."I had began
"Really?Well..Do you like comfort more than your sister?She specifically designed the dress for you.Do you want to disappoint her.?"she said.
I shook my head.If it made Di happy I would wear this anywhere she wanted.Nupur Di deserved all the happiness in the world.So I agree to wear the dress and I kept my mouth shut when Di curled my hair into elaborate setting.I kept mum when she delicately applied make up on me.
I didn't want to see myself though certain I look like a cartoon character.I tried to convince myself it didn't matter.I was never a part of Dia's party for the simple reason I was never whole heartedly comfortable.So no matter what I wore I would be unwelcome.
I looked at Nupur.She was positively radiating with happiness.
"Wow!Gunjan ..you are looking stunning.I always knew that my sister is beautiful but this beautiful'you look exactly like Kareena did in that award function by god."
I laughed.
"Its all done to you Di.The design is superb and you are terrific with the make up.By the way..you look very pretty too."
She did!She was dressed in a peach coloured straight cut dress,her hair tied in an elegant bun.
She winked at me.
"Of course Gunjan.If you are Kareena then I am obviously Karisma..'
She laughed again.I stared at her.There was something wrong.Di seemed to be in high spirits but her smiles seemed forced,her laughter unnatural and she was fidgetting with her the accessories,arranging them in perfectly angled style.
A sure sign that she was nervous.
"Di.."I began.
"By god Gunjan its 9!We should leave "she stood upIt wasn't a long walk to Dia's house.It seemed shorter as my mind was working to find a reason why Nupur should be nervous.Di loved the idea of parties.She loved crowds,glamorous settings'this should be her idea of fun.She wasn't allowed to go to many parties but when she did she was always in mood for them.
Was I reading too much in her behaviour?But as we moved closer to Dia's house the feeling of unease grew stronger.Nupur was staring ahead,a muscle twitching in her cheek.She was clutching her dress.
She spoke suddenly as we reached the main door.
"By god!Gunjan I completely forgot I was supposed to check on the buffet arrangements for Dia.I will just do that!They are set in the garden'You go inside.I will.."
"No..Di.I will come with you."I said firmly I wasn't leaving her alone like this.
"No.Gunjan.You go in.I will join you in a while."
With that she sprinted off in the general direction of the garden.I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease surrounding me.With a sigh I turned back to the door and opened it,gingerly walking in.
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I smiled to myself.The low jazz numbers,the golden lights,the soft white n pink dcor all were perfect.More importantly they were worthy to be in Dia's party.
"Candy'you are the best when it comes to throwing parties."Samrat said from my side.
I smiled at him,looking at him underneath my lashes.He looked so good!Dressed in a balck jacket and a red shirt,he looked devastating.I could see girls throwing jealous looks at us.
I smiled at their idiocy.Dia and Samrat were meant to be together.We looked perfect together.I was wondering whether his thoughts were the same.
Apparently not!
"By the way where is your brother?This is his homecoming party."
I grimaced.A million dollar question!Where was Mayank.?
"My brother doesn't like 'parties."I explained lamely.
An understatement.
My eyes reluctantly sweeped over the crowd.Mayank was nowhere in sight.I excused myself looking for him.I found him upstairs in the lobby engrossed in his laptop.There was no indication to show that he was even aware of the bunch of giggling girls shooting covert glances at him.
He looked as I approached him.
"What are you doing here.?I demanded.
"Trying to stay sane."he said.
I put my hands on my hips.
"The entire purpose of this party was'"
"To show what a splendid hostess my sister is and we have achieved that."
I clenched my teeth.
"Mayank I am warning you."
Before he could respond,our mother appeared at our side.
"What is going on? Why are you two chatting here?"
She glanced at me.
"Dia'Ramu wants to ask you about the dishes.So go and deal with it."
Mayank smirked.
"Go play the hostess D doll."
I glared at him.
"And you'"my mother began.
Mayank looked up."Yes Ma."
"Go down yourself,'"she ordered.
"And do what exactly.?"he asked grimacing.
My mother smiled.
"Why?Find a bunch of girls and start flirting with them."
Mayank stared at her.Then his eyes moved to me.
"So the entire purpose of the party was to .."
"Find my prospective daughter-in law'yes"My mother announced chuckling.She ruffled his hair and walked out.Mayank seemed dumbfounded.I seized my chance.
"Come on bro'it isnt that bad!I mean..I was just about to start the rock band.."
He froze.
"A rock band??"he asked with a faint look of distaste
I nodded.
"I am getting out of here."he said
Before I could say anything,he had walked out to the gardens..
Damn'weird brothers.I turned around and gasped.Hovering uncertainly at the door was a awestriking girl.She looked like a goddess'her dress was wonderfully designed and the rose colured silk set off her complexion fabolously.She looked slightly familiar.I wondered who she was.
Then gave up on it.Maybe a family friend's daughter.I turned around.Many of the people were staring at her,admiration evident on their faces.The evening started to go downhill from that moment.

hope this girl is nupur.........
want mayank to fall in love with her at once.......
glad both nupur and mayank hate rock band.............

Originally posted by: Neha_S

I am kinda new here so dont know much abt people's taste.This is my gift to the sajanian.Hope you all like it.For the mayurians...treat coming up soon.

If it was meant to be.

Samrat made his way to the drink stand.He saw a girl dressed in pink waving at him.He winked at her wondering who she was.Pinky or Preeti or'
"Oh!"
"Crap!"Samrat said before he could stop himself.He had bumped headlong into a girl who was carrying a glass of juice.The juice had spilled on his favourite black jacket.He grimaced,rolling his eyes.The girl seemed seriously apologetic.She was dabbing at his jacket with napkins.
"I am so sorry."she said
The voice was soft,musical.It was oddly familiar.It made him look down.He stared at her.There was a voluminous bunch of hair set in elaborate curls framing a face which looked like an angel.Her eyes were downcast as she intently dabbed at his jacket.She was dressed in a red dress which contrasted strikingly with her ivory skin.
"Wow!".The word was out of his mouth before he could think.
She looked up at him at that.Samrat watched mesmerised.Her eyes were brown and sparkling.They were shy at first as she gazed at him.Then in a second an awareness came with them followed by shock.
She stepped back slowly,a flush arising in her throat.Samrat felt unable to speak.
"I-am-so-sorry."she mumbled.Then she turned and walked quickly into the crowd.
Samrat was so stunned by her appearance that he stood still for a moment.Then it hit him.She had left.He quickly scanned the crowd.She seemed nowhere.He walked through the dance floor,ignoring couples,his mind intent of finding the girl only.
"Dude..did you get the drinks?"Benji asked tapping his shoulder.
He shook his head.
"Did you see her?"
Benji grimaced."Who?Dia?"
"No!That girl'"
"Which girl..?"Benji asked puzzled.
"The girl in red."Samrat said,his eyes still searching.
"Dude!There are many girls in red and there are all'"
"This one was different."Samrat said shortly.
"How so?"he asked intrigued
"She was the most beautiful girl'"
"In the party?"Benji asked wide eyed
"No!I have ever met."Samrat said shaking his head.
"Wow!Dude'introduce me to.."
Samrat felt a strange feeling surge through him.
"Stay away from her."he advised Benji.
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Gunjan cursed herself as she stood in the corner.She was in deep thought.Why had she run away like that?There was no easy answer.She only knew that as she stared into Samrat Mehra's smug and stunned face an inexpicable panic rose within her.She needed this job at any cost and she didn't need any complications but as she stood there she felt a premonition of future complication.

She cursed herself again,scanning the crowd eagerly.She would leave now if only she could find her sister.But the hope was futile.She knew Nupur was nowhere close by not when such loud music was playing.She sighed.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the music stopped and Annie climbed on stage.
"So guys'I am guessing you enjoyed Samengos' performance."
A loud cheer greeted the question.Gunjan clapped politely as Samengo waved at the crowd.
"Well..Samego is going to take a little rest'."
The crowd groaned.
"But while we wait for him to come back we have a nice little surprise planned out.From rock to romance'how about some wonderful ball dancing.?"
The crowd ohhed and aahed as the lights dimmed,the hall brightened softly.Gunjan smiled.Dia obviously knew to throw parties.A soft number started.
Gunjan's smile disappeared as a number of guys standing adjacent to her started to smile at her.She turned around avoiding their eyes.She didn't want to dance.She only hoped they wont approach her.Minutes passed and they didn't come to her.Gunjan sighed with relief.
Then she peeked at them.To her surprise they werent looking at her at all.She straightened up.Infact everyone ,including the dancing couples,had their attention fixed at the door.Intrigued she looked at the range of expressions on their faces.The boys had expressions ranging from awe to dislike and the girls were all looking hopeful.She followed their gaze.

Samrat Mehra was standing at the door,a smirk on his face as he enjoyed the attention.His eyes were searching.He winked at a couple of girls but his eyes didn't stop searching until..until it found hers.He looked at her and then his smile grew.Gunjan looked away immediately noting he looked pleased.She glanced back at him.He walking towards her.He was walking to her.

She felt panicked..cornered.She started backing trying to hide herself somehow.He moved closer within speaking range.She moved backwards and bumped into the wall.
Samrat's smirk grew.
"Do you want to dance.?"he said
Gunjan shook her head."I am a horrible dancer."
Samrat chuckled."If I am willing to take the chance'"
Gunjan looked down weighing her options.If she said no to her employer there was a chance he might get offended .On the other hand if she said yes'She looked up at him.He was gazing down at her expectantly.
It was just a dance.
"Okay."she mumbled.He looked pleased.She walked with him to the dance floor,feeling the stares of the other couples on them.He seemed oblivious to them.He took her hand and pulled her closer.
She flushed,feeling uncomfortable and awkward.She placed her hands on his chest trying to wedge some distance between them.He allowed that graciously but chuckled as she flushed.
"So..why didn't you want to dance?"he asked slowly.
"I don't dance."Gunjan replied truthfully.
"With anyone or just..?"he asked
"Anyone!"she said firmly.
His eyes widened and he looked at her astounded.Then he smiled.
"So I have the honour of being the first one you are dancing with.Wow!"
Gunjan flushed looking down.She concentrated on her feet,hoping she wont step on him.She knew that she was going offbeat.Dancing was not something she did everyday.He seemed at ease.

Silence reigned until he spoke up.
"They are shiny I know but are they really better than my face?"
Gunjan looked up confused.He winked at her.
"My shiny shoes!You have been staring at them for a minute."he explained.
She sighed and looked away with a smile.
"I am Samrat!"
She nodded.
"And what should I call you?"
Gunjan froze.What was the meaning of the question?Didn't he recognise her?Or was this his idea of a joke?
She looked up searching his face for a hint.He looked intensely taken aback but pleased.
"Finally!"he breathed.
"Finally?"she asked
"Yes'Finally you are staring into my eyes."
She looked away immediately.Her mind was in a frenzy.He didn't recognise her.He didn't realise he was dancing with his employee Gunjan Bhushan.And she didn't blame him.She doubted she would recognise herself.But now he would know'know that she was Chashmish.
She chanced a look at him.He was smiling at her.
"So do you have a name?"
"Yes!"
"So are you going to tell me or do I have to guess?"
Gunjan looked down once again.From what she had gathered from his behaviour he seemed intent upon her.It meant that he was interested in her.She cringed inwardly.She didn't want to become his conquest,his onec-upon-a-time love interest.She had heard about them in the office gossip.She could not handle such interest and this would sure complicate her work life'She looked up.
He was looking at her expectantly.
"Nupur!My name is Nupur!"

samrat didn't recognize her........
oh no.........
gunjan souldn't have lied.............

Originally posted by: Neha_S

Thanks alot for the comments.Ofcourse Mayur parts are there...so a treat for mayurians.

If it was meant to be

Nupur sat on the swing sighing slowly.It was a familiar setting and one with memories.She and Dia had spent memorable times in this groove.It was a place of sweet remembrances but now it was a hiding place.She swirmed umcomfortably feeling humiliated.

Had it come to this now?She couldn't be part of normal people?Was she that much of a freak?It would have so much easier to have skipped this party.But Gunjan deserved this.She would have never consented to come to the party not without Nupur.

She smiled a little as she thought of her sister.Gunjan was looking so incredibly beautiful today.Everyone would go crazy seeing her.Maybe she will meet her Prince Charming tonight.Her smile broadened when she thought of her sister blushing as a dashing young man whirled her to music.Then the vision changed as she saw Mayank with her.

The smile vanished and her hands started to tremble.She swallowed hard trying to divert away from the image.Her lower lip was trembling.
Not a good sign.She tried her best to think of something else.
This is so peaceful!
Om shanti om'Deepika'Bachna ye hasseeno'ranvir kapoor'Saawariya'

Gumshum chaandi ho'Mashaallah!She sang softly smiling as she thought of her sister.
Actually for Gunjan the more apt song will be something unique!

She bit her lip thinking as then she sang .Chaudvi ki chand ho

"Chehra hai jaise jheel mein hassta huya kamaal
Ya zindagi sanj pe chehri huyi ghazal
Maasti hi hai jis'."

She stopped when she heard a distinct laugh.She grimaced.
"Who is there?"she called squinting into darkness.
"Its me!"a voice replied.The voice had a familiar edge to it but she couldn't place a name.She could feel goosebumps rising on her arms.
She squinted again.She could make out an expensive pair of black shoes.
"What do you mean"its me"..The presumption of some people by god!You are not a filmstar or a famous singer that u say gruffily its me and people recognise you.Who are you?"
There was it there again.The laugh!Why was it making her uncomfortable.

"Why are you laughing?Excuse me!"she slid down from the swing.
He stopped laughing.
"You speak in a very ermmm'different way."
Nupur grimaced.
"Will you come out and explain yourself?I don't like the way you are behaving.Don't you know its wrong to eavesdrop on people's conversation?"

He chuckled.
"Are you were having a conversation with..?"
Nupur felt at a loss.Her colour rose.
"Oh..let me guess'yourself!"he continued.
Nupur had the urge to kick at something.
"There is nothing wrong with having conversations with myself."she declared.
"Really?"A question or challenge?
Was he doubting her sanity?
"I was only singing"she said on the defensive
"Yea'and I was laughing you were singing it wrong."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Absolutely not.I cant sing wrong'I am an expert in these things."
"This time the lyrics were not right."
"They were"she said
"Werenot."he answered
"You'Yes they were."
"Fine.Sing it again then."he challenged.
"Fine!"
"Chehra hai jaise jheel mein hassta huya kamaal
Ya zindagi sanj pe chehri huyi ghazal
Maasti hi hai jis'."

She sang slowly and she reached the last line he interrupted again.
"No!"he said slowly "The last line is wrong."
Before Nupur could say anything he stepped into the light.She gasped.Dressed in a black jacket ,standing infront of her was HIM'Mayank'He was smiling.

Thud!Thud!Thud!She could hear her heart going haywire.A small sane part of her was hoping she wouldn't faint.
He was moving closer to her as he sang the last line.
"Jaane bahar tum kisi shayer ka khwaab ho."

Nupur felt light headed.
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The girl was staring at him in disbelief,the colour fading from her cheeks.She looked close to collapse
What did he say?
"Um'that's the last line."he finished lamely.
She didn't respond.She was squinting into the darkness.
"You like old songs then?'he asked smiling slightly.
She blinked.
"Huh?"she said.
"You like old film songs?"he repeated.
She shook her head.Then closed her eyes.She was trembling slightly.Her fists clenched at her side.
What was wrong with her?
"Are you okay?"he asked.
She coloured slightly.Then before he could react she sat down at the grass.
"Hey!No need to apologise by touching my feet."he said.
The girl gave a shaky laugh.
"I know."he said sitting next to her. "The presumption of some people my god."he continued.
"By god!"she corrected.Her voice was still low and she was averting her face.As she spoke her hands were moving rapidly over the bushes.She was lining each of the plant slowly to face the right.
He sat astounded.
"Um'what are you doing?"he asked carefully.
She flinched.He could see only her eyes and they looked sad'and hurt.Her jaw clenched and she straightened her shoulders.
"Looking for weeds."she answered.
"Weeds?"he repeated sure he had misheard her.
She nodded speaking normally now.
"Weeds are bad.They are bad.They make plants not nice'its not nice."
She stood up suddenly.Then without looking back she started walking towards the gate.
Mayank realised he was gazing open mouthed at her.
'Hey!"he said.
She stopped.
"Where are u going?"
She didn't turn around as she answered.
"I told u weeds are bad."
"Yea'but.."
"I am going to get a weedspray."she replied.She hurried on after that.
Mayank stood staring at her moving form.Then chuckling he walked back to the party.
Was she for real or did he unchracteristically have a daydream?

love mayur first meet........
had tears in my eyes when i read nupur talking about weeds.........
poor nupur......... she deserves all happiness in life.............

part 5-

gunjan shouldn't have lied..........
nupur already has so many troubles..............

part 6-

nupur shopping for mayank is nice.......
hope mayank gets to know about nupur's sickness soon

Originally posted by: Neha_S

Thanks a lot!Here is a part.Its frm Dia's point of view!!

You actually dare to speak to me like that?"Dia said fuming."Have you any idea who you are talking?I am Dia Sharma...yes thats right!I am going to make your company collapse.Forget catering for others,you wont be able to feed yourselves you idiotic bunch of jerks."

She slammed the down down.Her jaw was clenched.They dare to speak to me like that.They will pay for this.She strode to Mayank's room.
"Mayank!!!"she shouted."I need a lawyer now."

Mayank looked up slowly.Though his sister seemed on the verge of breakdown he looked simply bored.
"What happened?Why are you trying to scream your lungs out?"
"I need a lawyer right now."she said stamping her foot.
"What?Again?You need a lawyer everytime anyone even breathes infront of you.Who are you thinking of suing this time?"he said
"The PartyFood Caterers.You wont believe what they said to me."
she said.
"Must be something terrible."Mayank said,lips twitching.
"He said that I- I,Dia Bhushan,ordered the fish with soya sauce and not white sauce.Can you believe it?"she wailed.She waited for his outrage.There was a beat of silence.Then he burst out laughing.
"God!You are getting more moronic every day,D'doll!"he said laughing.
"Mayank Sharma you take that back!!"she said advancing on her brother.

He shrugged.
"I am not apologising.Its not my fault that you are not in a good mood.Actually its not the fault of the Party-whats it.Caterers."

She breathed in slowly as the truth of his words sank in.Yes she was in a bad mood and why not?She had the party two days back and since that evening SAmrat hadnt even called her.And now some stupid caterer was casting doubts on her taste.
"I need a lawyer."she said softly now.
"I will look for one strong enough to deal with you."he said.
"Mayank dont you realise.."she began.

"Please tell me that my two angelic children are not fighting!!"Mrs.Sharma said from the door.
"Mom I .."Dia began.
"Later beta.Come see Mayank's room.I got the curtains and the accessories."she said chirpily.
Dia smiled,excited inspite of herself.She and her brothher followed Mrs.Sharma out.
"Wow!!"she said as she entered.The room was in beige shade and she had been worried what color her mother would use but the curtains were matching wonderfully.They were dark blue with gold patterns.And the bedsheets were in various shades of beige and brown.It gave the room a very sophisticated look.
"I dont believe this Mom.You have outdone yourself."Dia exclaimed almost clapping her hands.
Her mother smiled benignly.
"Its not my choice.Nupur helped me pick everything."
"Really?"Dia said,her eyes picking up the movement as Mayank looked up slowly from the book.
"Yes!Sweet girl."Mrs.Sharma said.Dia nodded fervently.

"Do you know her well?"Mayank asked in a very matter-of-fact voice.Dia turned slowly.
"Yes.I do.She is my friend since I was four."She looked intently at her brother.
"Did you meet her?"
He nodded.Then unconsciously smiled.
"She is well...different."he said
Dia couldnt help the smile forming on her lips.
"Yeah that she is.But then she is easy to read."
Mayank frowned.
"No..."
"No what mayank?"
"I dont find her easy to read at all.I mean she is so unpredictable.At one moment she seems like scared stiff,the next moment she is fighting,the next she is laughing and the next she is blushing..I mean..."
"She blushed?"Dia asked slowly.
"Ofcourse she did!"Mrs.Sharma answered cheerily."I dont blame her.THe way Mayank was staring at her."
"Ma!Thats not true."Mayank responded hotly.
"Isnt it?Seriously I thought we would have an accident.Mayu just couldnt keep his eyes on the road."she countered.
Mayank shrugged.
"Honestly Ma you have a habit of overstating simple facts."
Dia burst out laughing.Her brother was glaring at her mother.She felt lighthearted.She had always know how Nupur cherished Mayank as the most important thing in her small world.But she had always thought that it was impossible.How could Mayank be interested in Nupur?Now as she watched her brother,a beam of hope came into her heart.Mayank seemed to have liked her a little.Maybe it wasnt impossible...
RING RING

Samrat calling.
Dia felt a smile coming.She ran to the corridor and connected the call.
"SAmmy.."
"Hey Candy!Howz ya?"he said in his usual voice.
Dia pouted.
"How would I be Sammy?I mean you havent called me since the party and even in the party you hardly spoke to me.I miss you so much and you dont even have time to talk to me."
"Hey thats not true.I miss you too.Lets meet for lunch today at the poolside of G Club."
Dia smiled.
"Sure!Will be there."
"Great and er Candy.."the voice was hesistant.
"Yes Sammy..."
"Um..do you have a friend called Nupur?"he asked finally.
"Ofcourse.Nupur is my childhood friend."Dia answere feeling confused.
There was a chuckle.
"Wow that is cool!I was wondering if you could bring her with you."
Dia frowned.
"Why?Do you know Nupur?"
Samrat laughed.
"We met at the party.See ya both at lunch."
Dia stood holding the cell to her ear.Samrat wanted to meet NupurShe couldnt make sense of that.
"What was that?"Mayank stood at the doorway,his face suspicious.
Dia sighed.
"Samrat invited me to lunch."
His eyes narrowed.Dia knew that look.Over-protective brotherly look
"You are not going.I dont like Samrat."Mayank growled.
Dia shrugged.
"Good thing you are not having lunch with him,"
Mayank moved closer.
"You are not going on a date with him."
"Its not a date..Nupur will be with me."she screamed.
Mayank staggered back.
"Oh!Samrat is Nupur's boyfriend."
Dia chanced a look at his face.He doesnt look happy about it either.Hiding a smile,she shook her head.He nodded.
"You are not going."he said again.
"Mayank dont you dare tell me what I should do or not."
"Dia..."he began,looking furious.

"Enough."Mrs.Sharma said."Let her go Mayank!Dia can take care of herself."
"Thanks mom."Dia responded.
Mayank strode off to the nearest chair.Mrs.Sharma shot him a look.
"Dia you have to help me renovate Mayank's office.I have the space reserved but we need to start from scratch.The tiles,the wall color and the spacing of the furniture all needs to be decided and I dont know.."

Dia shrugged.
"I cant help you Mom.Mayank Sharma is very particular about his tastes and they are different from mine."
Her mother glared at her.
"So you want me to do it all alone?"
"No!I dont think you should do it at all."Dia said slowly.An idea was forming in her head.
"Then...?"
"Entrust it someone with a good designing sense."she said,smiling inwardly.
Mayank stood up.
"I dont like interior designers."
"Neither do I.Too flashy."Dia said.
"You are not making any sense D'doll."he said.
Dia shrugged.
"Mom!I really like what Nupur chose for Mayank's room.And so does Mayank!They do have similar tastes in color.She can bring out a sophisticated look for the office even when she is sticking to the boring color scheme my brother has in mind.Give Nupur the responsibility of decorating the office.She and Mayank can decide everything together."she declared.
"Thats great."Mrs.Sharma said beaming.
Dia looked at her brother.
"Do you have a problem with it?"
Mayank shook his head.
"No!Its fine."
Dia giggled slowly.
Infinite time alone with Nupur.Ofcourse you will have no problems Mayank Sharma.

hope samrat's confusion finishes soon.........
glad to see mayank jealous when he thought samrat is nupur's boyfriend.........
love dia's idea............