Blind Date:Part 3]"So I think we both are trapped in the same jail." Nupur replied, sighing as she sat on the chair adjacent to Mayank's.
"So what do we do? These won't leave us until we finally agree."
"I have an idea. Let's do this date, just for fake. I know they're spying. We'll tell them we don't like each other, and the story's over."
"Not a bad idea. You sound like Dia, my childhood friend."
"You know Dia? She's my best friend!"
"I just had a feeling you were. Hi, I'm Mayank, Mayank Sharma, co-director of Sharma companies."
"Hi, I'm Nupur Bhushan, editor of ME! You must have heard about it."
"I read it sometimes. It's wonderful, except-"
"Except what?" Nupur asked frantically.
"The Agni aunt column."
Nupur stared at him, her mouth slowly opening, in a baffled state.
"What can you see? Tell me!" Dia eagerly asked her boyfriend Benji who had the binoculars.
"They're talking, nothing much."
"What are they talking? Can you hear them?" Dia asked impatiently waiting for a response.
"I can't hear a word, and I think you know why." He looked at Samrat and Gunjan and then again at Dia.
"You're so cute!"
"No, you're so cute Chashmish!"
"Aww…you're so sweet!"
"No, you're sweeter!"
"No, you!"
Dia looked at them in misery. The next minute, the table next to their hiding could notice vigorous shaking of the bush.
"Save me! Save me from these two! They'll give me their infection of love! Save me! Get me out of here! Is anyone there? "
Benji patted her shoulder trying to console her, and to save his new shirt from being crumpled. He knew her plight, he had been going through the same phase. But Benji was a very devoted friend, and therefore saying 'that's what friends are for' he would face all the difficulties with his naughty half, Samrat. Dia on the other hand was very outspoken. Something she didn't like or want to happen, the word would be out.
Benji lifted her face up and intertwined her fingers with his. "Dia, they are in love, just like us. We should understand their feelings, no?"
"I think you're right Benji." She smiled slightly.
"I love your hairclip, Chashmish!"
"Your wristband is so cute Samrat!"
"I'm out of here." Benji said, unable to control his irritation.
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"What's so bad in it? So many questions pour in everyday. People love it."
"Don't get me wrong, but the answers, they are too filmy. Half of them can't be applied in real life. The writer needs to change the way she writes. Please pass on my suggestion to her."
"You've just passed it on to her, you fool." Nupur muttered angrily under her breath.
"Did you say something?"
"No, nothing at all. So what should she write in her advice column? "
Tell her to right realistic. When you read a problem, think of the solution from the heart. The solution you could apply. And just listen to what the heart says. Might be problems start arriving in bulk, but the bulk of joy is huger. "
Nupur sat in silence, dazzled. She wondered how even businessmen whom she thought to be boring and work-oriented could say so much about love. She thought she was the only lovesick puppy here, there were many more, now she knew.
"By looking at you, it seems you must have been very experienced. How many girlfriends?"
"To be precise, none. Zero, zip, zilch."
Another shock, Nupur thought. Was he an expert in giving shock treatments? She looked at him carefully, observing and analyzing every detail of him. 5'7, quite tall, muscular and well shaped body, not too bulky, great dress sense, and a million-watt smile. Not to forget those two yummy dimples. What could be so bad in him?
"None? Why didn't you get even one?'
" I rejected them. 254 girls going gaga over me, all down. I didn't find my right one in them."
"Me too. Not in those girls, but the guys I met."
They sat in silence for a while. Nupr broke it by a sudden outburst.
"You have great dimples!"
"Thanks, I wish I could give them away though." Mayank said, sipping his coffee."I don't know what girls find great in them."
"I don't know." Nupur shrugged." I just liked them."
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Time flew by talking to each other, and before they knew it, they were now sharing every little secret about each other.
"You know, Samrat says you have a big moustache!" Nupur remembered him acting the fake moustache out, bursting out with laughter.
"And Gunjan says you have pimples all over your face!" The thought of Nupur's pretty face being filled with pimples made him gag.
"And Samrat said you have a long beard like Santa! And you're fat!" Nupur said, in between her laughter, tears running down her eyes, and her face going all red.
"Gunjan was right! You've turned like a tomato when you laugh!" Mayank said, joining her in her uproar.
They noticed that people were staring at them as if they were on drugs, and so they kept quiet. Suddenly, Mayank's contagious laughter broke out again and nupur couldn't hold her breath any longer.
And this time they no longer knew anyone around them.
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"I think it's time for me to leave. It was nice meeting you, Mayank." Nupur said, zipping her bag as she stood up.
Mayank stood up with her." Same here, Nupur. We should meet some other day, don't you think so?"
"Yes, of course. I need to know what all does Gunjan tell you about me." She smiled naughtily.
"So friends?" Mayank asked, extending his hand out to her.
"Friends." Nupur said, giving her hand in. she looked into his hazel brown eyes, filled with honesty and innocence, as she thought. Maybe this Mayank can be a good friend, Nupur thought. Well, he had all the qualities of one. Respect, understanding and sense of humour. Perfect 'friend' material. Not more than that, of course. Never.
"So what do we tell them?" Mayank asked her, breaking her thought process.
"The ones hiding behind the bush? Tell them we hated each other."
"They saw us laughing."
"We'll say we were laughing at each other."
"You are good at making excuses for sure!" Mayank teased her, while she pulled up the collar of her shirt.
"Bye Mayank."
She walked away from the table leaving a lonely Mayank. Then, by some kind of a magnetic force, maybe his flashing dimples, she turned back to look at him. His face was irresistible, you couldn't have much of it ever, she thought. He felt her looking back, and turned around. His smile grew broader, and was reflected by Nupur's radiant and beaming curved lips. Her heart said she should have stayed there and talked to him the whole night, but her mind controlled itself and maintained calm, not allowing it to wander astray into wrong thoughts. His ind, was as always, having a war. He knew this was just friendship, and even if he felt something more, it had to be converted to friendship.
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"What happened?" Dia asked Gunjan, her voice hardly heard from the background music contributed by the snoring of Samrat and Benji.
"I don't know, I was sleeping with you all! Oh shoot they have gone!" she said looking at the empty table."Samrat, Benji, get up! Mayank and Nupur have left!"
Both of them woke up with a start. They turned around foolishly, adjusting to their mind and recalling their surroundings.
"Now the investigation will have to be done at home! Come Gunji!" Dia said, leaving the boys behind the bushes and pulling Gunjan along.
Edited by SaJanmayUrKaSh - 15 years ago
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