MayUr & SaJan FF Hybridisation/Part 2 Pg 10 - Page 3

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Hi Sindhya,
Very lovely FF.
Loved so much.
Gunjan is a sweet girl.
she loves Samrat very much.
But sammy??????
Godd job hunn.
Plz update soon.
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Part 1:

Nupurs POV:

I was so fascinated to think of death, and yet when i thought of it today, it seemed so unnatural, so abnormal, so non-nupur, that i had once been.

I dint understand what was wrong. Gunjan was back now too, alongside that freaking mom who i was forced to call mom.

Gunjan was in touch with a psychiatrist, she thought i needed one too, with my expressionless eyes, and unsaid want to be alone. So easy for her to say it, she knew what her life had gone havokine for. But me? I dint know what really was disturbing me, my own prescence probably. That was one factor which had haunted me since 10 years.

I looked up at the sky, wishing for a little more time in my life, which i would never get. And as closed my eyes, i felt that strange sense of dejavu disrupting my thought process. Hell with these mystical stupid stuff, i thought, as a hand cornered on my hair.

I turned quickly, a little too quickly alas, samrat stood there with those unnatural knowing eyes. I hated them, they disrupted the only peace of my life, loneliness.

'you ok nupur?', he asked in an unnaturally low tone. I looked at him beseechingly for a few silent seconds, and then i turned back to face the moody sun, which wasn't ready to come out, because of its war with the east wind, with spring. And i thought i was the only one cowering inside, i thought as samrat spoke again, 'whats wrong nupur?'

'why are you here sam?' ,i asked him, in an unpleasant rememberance of gunjan's sole reason of suicide, samrat shergill. Then why was he here again. Couldn't he see, it hurt gunjan to have him in this house, specially when she had finally started healing.

'im not here for your sister! Im here for you!' ,he retorted, his voice more pained than the last time we had talked. The tone in which he said it almost melted my strong stone-like heart, but then gunjans face flashed in front of me and i went back to being ME.

'nupur talk to me! You have to! For how long will you keep mum with me? Im your best friend nupur! Don't do this to me!', he said, followed by newer and more painful pleadings, a few tears and then a resigned goodbye, as i waited for his footsteps to fade out before going upstairs to pack for college.

I hated doing this to samrat, i swear i did! But it was him or my sister. And sometimes you just have to do it the sisterly way, i thought as i quickly shut the terrace door behind me to run upto my room when i noticed gunjan and samrat standing near the door lost in an argument, which i dint bother walking in to. It wasn't MY business.

***

Gunjans POV:

I slowly walked upto my apartment door from the psychiatrists. It had been my last appointment with her today, and now i was done. There would be no more drinking shampoos, i thought, amused at my own stupid joke, as the driver inferred, 'gunjan madam, please give these to your sister.', he said handing me a closed package which was sealed from the top.

Must be another of my sisters model test paper orders, i thought and ran in through the door to hand it over when i crashed into a masculine body, which caught hold of my waist in an effort to stop me from falling. I closed my eyes, scared that when i open my eyes, ill meet those angelic eyes, that terrified me beyond death. Those eyes, which made me feel loathed to the very bottom.

I opened my eyes, and met my most terrifying nightmares, samrats eyes. As i looked into them, a core of solid wall hit me hard, stopping me from entering any other further, as samrat put me on the ground and got his hands off me.

'so, you're back hun.' ,he said, his voice dripping with a strange harsh coldness, like i'd never known before. I looked at him, and then i looked at him again, waiting for one sign of that guy i had adored when i had been a kid, but alas i found none. My samrat had died years ago, this wasn't my samrat, this was a non-chalant disgusting non-understandable guy, who had broken vows long ago with me, I thought.

'like it makes a big difference to you' , i replied, back to the original me.

'and so i was right! You are a downright slut!'

'whatever suits you samrat!', this took him by suprise.

***

Nupurs POV:

I packed all my books, and made sure all the medicines were packed and gently disposed off through the flush, before i came out of the bathroom, face to face with gunjan.

I shifted a little, had she known? But then, i thought, even if she did it was none of her business, and i went back to my bag pack on the corner of the bed beside my pet dog, max, completely ignoring gunjan as she stood there with a strange expression on her face.

I waited by the bed, acting busy, waiting for gunjan to speak up, but she didn't seem bothered. Finally unable to control the impatience, i asked, 'what gunjan?' , in a tone slightly higher than what i should've used. But hell, this was gunjan, it dint matter.

'di, driver bhaiiya gave me this packet, he asked me to give this to you', she said, as she kept a orange package on the bed, and left.

I got up remorsefully, side effects of the medicines, i thought, as i picked up the orange package, whose contents i knew only too well.

I crept upto my cabinet and sruffled it in neatly underneath the khakee pants, before locking the cabinet with utmost care.

***

Gunjans POV:

I quietly left dis room, as i noticed the same strained orange smell coming from her room, reminding me of something, i just couldn't recall.

Something like this had happened before.

A few days ago, when i had entered my dis room without knocking, she had banged the door on my face, and just for a few seconds, i had felt the same strangely strained orange smell in my nostrils before nothingness.

Funny, i thought, as i picked up my bag and books, and took a last glance at myself in the mirror.

Straight hair, tied in a ponytail, green half sleeved shirt going perfectly with my eyes, straight fit blue jeans with a black slim belt, fair complexion, slim petite body, and a lovable delicateness, in short, perfect, i thought as i heard a knock on my door.

I ran to open the lock, as my mom barged in with her same old lecture about locking doors, 'everytime i come here, its locked. Whats with you and locking gunjan?', she patronized as i waited for her to leave, but that wasn't happening so soon, since a few seconds later my di came in, with her backpack ready, hair open, grey shirt, black gothic jacket, and black denims till the end of her ankle.

How can she look so gothic, and yet so perfect all the time, i thought, as di asked mom in her usual cheerless tone, 'mom, could you feed max? Im gonna hit college early today. Have some pending work to complete.'

'dont worry baby. Ill do it for you', mom said as she and di left together, di heading to college and mom to feed max.

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Nupurs POV:

I slowly got out of the car and bade gautam bhaiyya, our driver, a hearty thanks for delivering the package before walking into my college, excel, where you could find all the idiots and the insensitive pigs, without even looking, i thought as a wierd looking guy who looked like he was still living in yesterday nights party passed by me, taking double shots at me, as his friend pushed him back saying, 'dude don't mess with the acid queen', and i smiled ruefully.

I walked on, into the college, only to find my gaurds back on, as i continued on my own track without bothering to wave back at people who waved at me. That was me, a haunting loner, i thought, as i slowly took my usual place on the small pathway leading to the basket ball court, stretching my legs to the end bit, spammed into my all time favourite book nowadays, if tomorrow comes, when i felt the winds rustle into a deep manuever.

I looked up as i heard a few girls whistle, a guy seemed to be looking very closely at the notice board, his face hidden. I tried moving a little to the leftern side, to see who the guy was, but before i could do anything of that sort, the guy turned, making my heart skip a beat, what the hell was mayank doing in mumbai? Wasn't he supposed to be in Chicago with his sister?

As my speculations nodded a new observation session started in my brain, the guys got 6 packs, impressive, atleast hes not the fatty he was once, spiked hair, not bad, even his dressing sense had changed. But then i found that one thing that had not changed through it all, his eyes, his innocent brown eyes, which signified the existence of that little kid i had once known him to be, somewhere inside.

I stood up quickly, as i noticed him slowly heading in my direction. Oh shoot! Why the hell was he coming here? I thought, but before i could reach any sort of conclusions he stopped in his track, a strange glint of dejavu appeared to pass through his eyes, and then he shook his head and walked on, when without my own conscience i called out to him, 'mayank?'

Thats all guys...

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awesome start cindy.........i'l surely need 2-3 more updates of this ff....when all my confusions wil get cleared.....😉😆.........nywz plzzzz continue sooon