part - 1
thanx a lot guys fo yur support...... i will try to reach yur expectations,,,, but you know i m only 14 and cant describe things that properly as most of the writers do.... but i will try my best..... this is just an introduction to te ff and the real story will start from the next update...... so keep patience........... plz comment/critisise.... sorry bcoz i am not able to reply to yur comments,,,,,, but i read them all....... and the main motive to comment is to make it reach the writer and yur comments are reaching me...... thanx once again......
(heyy let me describe you mayank and nupur's job.... they have to solve cases........ cases of industries , banking, some times politics..... on their computer only (thru net) only they hav to attend the office to submit the files........ they get money per solved file... they dont get salary as such.. they get cash per solved case at that very moment they submit the solved case)
mayank : wat???????? are you crazy????
samrat: plz yaar..... we hav no other option......
m: but its too idiotic to live with a girl in the same flat.........
s: oh so you think its better to sleep on footpath..... oh sorry in london we dont have footpaths..... where wud you live then,,,,,
m: but but..... i mean dont you feel its a bit.. a bit awkward..
s: oh really..... mene to nahi kaha tha ki uncle se jhagda karke badi badi baatein karke.. yeh kehke ki mein apne peron pe khada hounga apna ghar chod ke aaja....... tere papa ka itna bada business hai join karleta......
m: plz samrat..... you know mein khud kuch karna chaahta hoon... aur mujhe ek bahut badi company mein job bhi mil gyi hai..... bas bas rehne ka chakkar hai.....
s: to wohi to mein keh raha hoon..... dekh beta,, jo ladki tere saaath rahegi uska bhi yehi kaam hai jo tu karta hai..
m: really??
s: yupp.... jese tujhe office nahi jaana padta usse bhi nahi jaana padta.... infact she is one of yur partners.....
m: wats her name??
s: nupur bhushan.........
m; oh yaa we met sometimes in meetings,,,,,,,
s: yaar mujhe tera kaam bahut pasand aata hai...... saala ghar bethe cases solve karte raho aur har case ke paise milte rehte hai,,,,,,
m: baccha khoob mehnat karni padti hai..
s: kya yaar,,,,,,
m: kher chod...... wo maan gyi kya??
s: usse gunjan mana legi.....
m: par kya mein akela nahi reh sakta?
s: arre duffer yeh flat ke poore paise kaha se laayega?
m: point.... par..
s: plz yaar.... mein nahi chaahta tere aur pese waste hon........... isse chota waala flat bhi bahut mehenga hai.......
m: thik hai...... (finally he agrees)
on the other hand nupur had no objection.... she was o.k with every possible condition........ becoz she had to......... she had no choice.............
s: so there they come......... heyy gunjan,,,,,,
g: hey sammy........
s: dont call me that....... call either samrat or sam..... not sammy......
g: fine ,,,,,, samrat........
s: better,,,,,,, nyways meet him.... my frnd mayank....... he is the one who will live with nupur......
g: hii..........
m: hello.......
s: dont worry.... yeh poori tarah shudh hai.............
g: tumhe bhi worry karne ki koi zarurat nahi hai nupur bhi poori shudh hai...
s: heyy where is nupur??
g: umm.... there she comes........
she was wearing a pair of red salwaar kameez.........
s: oh a girl wearing salwaar kameez in london!!!!!!
g: kyu salwaar kameez pehenne waalo par tax lagta hai kya.....
s: nhi i mean.......
n: hello......
s: hii.....
g: nupur this is mayank.... yur co - partner in the flat..
n: hii...
m: hii...
g: so shall we move in.....
they opened the flat....... there were two rooms,,, one kitchen,, and one bathroom and a tiny little living room.... but flat was too cosy and comfortable........
m: common bathroom..!!!!!......
s: soory......
m: umm... yur o.k with it.. (he asked nupur)
n: hmm........ (she nodded)
mayank was wondering that there must some big majboori for the poor girl that she had to take such a step.... bcoz according to him she was wearing salwaar kameez and she seemed bit moral valued and all that types........ wat made her agree to his agreement.......
s: mayank....
m: hmm..
s: bye........
m: bye....
sajan left.......
m: so.......
n: hm..
m: friends.. (asking for a shake hand)
she looked at him,.,,,
then shaked hand..
n: frnds....
then they moved to their respectives rooms... both had their own laptops....... and they started working......
at about 11.00 in the night... their was a knock on mayank's door..... he was working......
m: come in,,,
it was nupur with a mug of coffee,,,,,,
n: coffee??
m: oh thanx..
nupur came forward and kept the mug on the table.. and was abt to move..
m: heyy.....
n: hmm....
m: you can have a seat ,,,,,, we can hav a break..
he knew nupur too was working,,, and both needed a break.......
n: hmm..
mayank was wondering if she speaks something else except hmm or haan or coffee??
there was complete silence..
m: so..
n: hmm,,
m: we can talk..
n: haan sure....
m: so tell me something abt you,,
n: nothing interesting.... i m just moving forward to get money and help my family .....
m: okkk... (even he was not satisfied by her answer but f9 if she does not wanna share)
n: and you???
m: me........ its an open diary..... i left my fathers grand business to get on my legs and that's it.......
n: okk...... yur not among the ones who just waste their father's money......
mayank had a broad smile.....
n: but i felt good that you are not also among the people who leave their fathers business aur phir dhindora peet te rehte hai ki mene mere papa ka itna bada business chod diya ......... and you know wat i lyked the fact that you did not tell me yur fathers proffesion..... bcoz that wud have looked too show off...................
m: right,,,,,,,,,,,
n: well i have never talked this much to anyone.. except gunjan and now you.........
m: okkk...........
n: okk.. good night.....
m: sweet dreams...........
she was abt to move abt.....
m: and nupur..
she turned..
m: mujhse darne ki koi zarurat nahi hai..... i m a good boy........
her lips broadend and she smiled very heartily...... and she went to her room and slept peacefully.....
and here mayank was just thinking abt her,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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