Part 2 " Bye, Nupur"
" Bye, Di..." Gunjan trailed off, lost in thought, something did not feel right - it was in her sister's voice.
Maybe she should just..
" Chahsmish, I'm hungry" Samrat said, moving towards the dining room.
" suno.." she trailed behind him, " mujhey kuch ajeeb sa lag raha hai, somethign is not right, Samrat "
Samrat stopped and turned, concern written over his face, he placed his hands on her shoulders, " Are you okay?"
She nodded, " It's not me Samrat, it's di - " she trailed off pensively.
" tumhari Di - "
" Theek nahi hai, Samrat" she asserted, " it's - it's in her voice"
She knew it - maybe it was gut feeling or maybe just a sister thing - but she knew it. Nupur Di was not all right, her usually bright and chirpy voice was - was what? Gunjan wondered. it was dull, yes, but it was also somethign more.
it - it felt weighed down - it was as if something was pulling her di down. She wanted to meet Di, she looked up at Samrat - but, he also needed her here.
how could she go now? and how could she stay back, when she knew somethign was troubling di.
Samrat watched as Gunjan's eyes were downcast, her face troubled. he pulled her closer, it was so like Gunjan, always wondering if the people she loved was all right, always worrying for them, her compassion made her even more special.
He smiled out of love as she bit her lip, her eyes downcast, her worry for her di written all over her beautiful face, " relax " he said, encircling his arms around her.
" I'm scared for di" she mumbled, looking up at him.
His heart promptly melted, " Don't worry, Chashmish. We'd finish the meeting tomorrow and i'd see if we can fly to Mumbai" he said, dropping a kiss on her forehead.
" No, Samrat" she exclaimed, " yahaan ka kaam.."
" Benji manage kar sakta hai"
" really?" she asked, looking up at him with eyes full of hope, " of course" he said, smiling down at her - when she looked at him like that, could he even refuse?
Tears glistened on her eyes.
" Hey!" he exclaimed, taking her face in his hands, he gently wiped of the tears, " Nupur will be okay, Gunjan" he said,
she shook her head, " I'm not thinking about di now" she replied
his browsed creased in confusion, she smiled tearily, " I love you, Samrat" she whispered as she leaned in to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth,
" I love you too" he whispered back, encircling his hands around her waist, as he kissed her back.
*****
" yes, Mayank?" she asked wearily, rubbing her stomach as a current of pain hit her again.
" Where the heck - " he said, at the same time and stopped, " - are you?" his concern laden voice sharply contrasting with the irritable tone a second ago.
" Am at home, where else?" she answered,
" Where is the digital citi file?" he snapped, his voice taking on the irritable tone once more
"the file is with Aneesha. My part of the presentation is in your mailbox." she rattled off. "Great" he mumbled sardonically, "Aneesha! Nupur, it would take a person ages to find a lost puppy in her cabin ' and you expect me to find a file?" She giggled out of volition, and then sobered up immediately, "Mayank, am not coming in to work for the next two days" she said, and pulled the phone away from her ear for good measure, cause he was expected to yell any minute now. Surprisingly, the mad shout did not come; she couldn't even hear what he was saying. Cautiously pulling the phone back to her ear, she said tentatively, "Mayank... ?" " Are you okay?" Nupur sighed, they'd always worked this way - they gelled well professionally - they shared a great professional relationship, they were a great team, but that was it - there was next to nothing that she knew about Mayank and vice versa. Not that they had to, anyway " Nupur...?" he cut through to her thoughts " Uh - Yes, sorry. I was - " " Thinking" they both said together, she laughed, " Is that it?"
" There's more..." he trailed off, " do you know what's happening with Cafe India??"
She groaned, "What a stupid name -
Cafe India?? That's a blatant rip off from kal ho na ho... shee, talk about - "
" NUPUR!" Mayank cut her off exasperatedly, "What's the latest news you know on it?"
"Just that they loved our idea and the hotel is on the way to be up and running in -" she paused and trailed off, "where was it..?"
Why was he asking her this question anyway? This design was cleared two years ago and Mayank often made short trips to '
Where? Dang, she forgot, some European city, "Mayank, where is Cafe India situated?"
"I'll tell you in a minute, can you please open the door?" She almost dropped the phone, "What?!!!" "Open your door, Nupur" he said, the irritation returning to his voice "What are you doing outside '" she asked, even as she spoke, she quickly collected all the clothes lying in her room and dumped it into the clothes bin. "We need to firm up the Digital Citi presentation ' the meeting has been re-scheduled for tomorrow -" " Tomorrow?" she shrieked, "but the meeting was only next week" Her job as interior decorator consultant was to suggest interior architecture for clients with cost, decor, appeal, style and every related thing. When they were doing a client presentation - Mayank handled every other aspect of the project while the interior decor part was hers. She would complete her part of the presentation and send it to Mayank and they would then discuss the client and firm the presentation up.
Usually their client discussion went through at least 4 rounds of arguments which lasted about 2 days until finally one of them gave in and agreed to the other. "What are you doing inside??" he snapped irritably. "I live here" she said, stating the obvious.
The was a short mutter of an expletive, "Nupur..." he said in warning, the irritation was quickly turning into anger.
"All right, all right, I'm coming" she said, cutting the call.
Fabulous!! Now she'd have to come up with an excuse for her pathetic appearance. Mayank was sure to spot it right away.
Not good, not good at all.
Edited by mridhu - 15 years ago
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