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?
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