Mayank and Nupur, both were still lost in the moment, staring deeply into each other eyes. Mayank held onto her and Nupur felt safe and secure in his arms.
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As the clock went bang-bang-bang twelve times, Nupur straightened herself and looked away.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"It's okay, I enjoyed it," Mayank said, smiling a flirtatious smile.
"What?" Nupur asked.
"Just kidding Nupur," Mayank said. "I'm not THAT type of a guy."
"Yeah," Nupur said.
"Okay you freshen up, after which I want you to meet a very special friend," Mayank said.
"Okay," Nupur said.
Mayank left the room, closing the door behind him. Nupur locked the door and took out her clothes. She ran the hot shower and let it caress her tired body. She shivered when she thought of the man who tried molesting her today. She blushed when she thought of Mayank, her saviour. He had always been her dream man and today he saved her life. And now, she was standing in his bathroom, taking a hot shower.
Gunjan unlocked the key and entered Mayank's house. They were tight friends, rather siblings in a way, so they had keys to each others house. It was hard to find friends like these two. Despite being part of a flighty industry where relationships had no value, Mayank and Gunjan's friendship only grew stronger with every passing day.
"Whats wrong?" Gunjan asked. "You asked me to come over immediately."
"I had an assignment today and had to pass Virampur," Mayank said quietly.
"And?" Gunjan asked.
"I saw this brute torturing a beautiful young girl and I saved her," Mayank completed.
"Waah I'm proud of you Mayu," Gunjan said, ruffling his hair.
"Not the hair," Mayank said, pushing her hand away. His hair was off-limits, even to Gunjan. "And don't call me Mayu."
"What happened next?" Gunjan asked.
"I brought her home," Mayank said. "She's taking a bath."
"Mr. Mayank Sharma don't tell me you want me to help you to bed a girl!" Gunjan exclaimed. "You very well know how against I am of that!"
"Well I'm giving her a temporary living place," Mayank said. "Till we find her a place."
"We?" Gunjan asked.
"As in you and I," Mayank said. "She's an aspiring model and I want you to find some assignments for her."
"W.H.A.T.?" Gunjan screeched. "Mayank I'm a struggling model, I can barely help myself!"
"I helped you when I was a struggling model," Mayank said.
"But that is different," Gunjan said. "You are my best friend."
"It's not different Gunjan," Mayank said quietly.
"How?" Gunjan asked, glaring at him.
"Listen all you have to do is recommend her to a designer and set her future," Mayank said. "Then we part ways with her."
"Why can't you recommend her?" Gunjan asked, dumping her bag on his sofa, sitting down.
"Well because I work with the top designers of India and they wont take new models," Mayank said. "On the other hand you..."
"I work with small designers, that's what you were going to say right Mr. Mayank Sharma?" Gunjan asked, sarcastically.
"Well sort of," Mayank said, not meeting her gaze.
"Well let me tell you Mayank that I have been selected to be the show stopper for Samrat Shergill's, THE SAMRAT SHERGILL's Roman Runway Fashion Show," Gunjan said.
"Samrat Shergill?" Mayank asked, mocking a laugh. "Are you kidding me or WHAT?"
"I'm damn serious," Gunjan said, breaking into a smile.
"How when where?" Mayank asked. "I have been trying to walk the ramp for his show for ages!"
"I will RECOMMEND you," Gunjan said sarcastically. "Anyways Mayank, I will help out this friend of yours."
"Thanks hun," Mayank said, hugging his best friend.
The door to Nupur's room opened and out she came, dressed in a lovely blue Anarkali churidar. Her wet hair was lying loose on her shoulders. She looked like a classic Indian actress. Her hair was parted to the right and she had a small red bindi on her forehead.
Mayank gasped as she entered the room. He had never seen anyone even more beautiful and her enticing, breathtaking beauty enticed him.
"You look beautiful," he said.
"Thank you," Nupur said, shyly.
"So Nupur meet my best friend-"
"Gunjan Kapoor," Nupur completed.
"You know me?" Gunjan asked, completely taken aback.
"Of course," Nupur said excitedly. "You are my role model!"
"So what am I?" Mayank asked, pouting.
"You too are my role model," Nupur said, in an apologetic tone. "Of course."
"So Gunjan this is my new roomie- NUPUR BHUSHAN," Mayank said.
"Hey Nupur," Gunjan said, smiling at her.
"You want to shop, look around Mumbai and even find assignments," Mayank started. "Gunjan will be your local tour guide."
"Gunjan Kapoor at your service madame," Gunjan said, smiling at Nupur.
"Thanks," Nupur gushed.
Ki Jalwa ki jalwa fashion ka hain yeh jalwa
"Excuse me guys," Gunjan said, moving away from Mayank Nupur. "Hello Gunjan Kapoor speaking."
"Hello Miss. Gunjan this is Samrat Shergill," Samrat said.
"Hey Samrat," Gunjan spoke softly.
"I said I would call," Samrat said.
"Yeah you did," Gunjan said, smiling to herself for no reason.
"Well I need to meet with you, for important reasons of course," Samrat said.
"Yeah sure when shall I meet you?" Gunjan asked.
"Can I meet you tomorrow at Cafe' Latte?" Samrat asked.
"Of course," Gunjan gushed. "Without fail."
"So be there at 1:00 pm for lunch," Samrat said. "Goodbye Gunjan."
"Goodbye Samrat," Gunjan said. "I will be there."
She kept the phone and turned to Mayank and Nupur.
"I have a meeting with Samrat Shergill tomorrow."
Mayank had gone out for his fitness regime and it was only Gunjan and Nupur at his house.
"Hey Nupur," Gunjan said.
"Hey," Nupur said.
"If you were in my place what would you wear tomorrow?" Gunjan asked. "Samrat is known for being a professional. I need to make an impression."
"Well I would wear...," Nupur said, opening her bag.
She scrambled through her clothes and took out a red sleeve-less churidar (same one Gunjan wore on her date with Samrat).
"This," she completed.
"Indian?" Gunjan asked, uncertainly.
"Yes," Nupur said. "No other attire make a better impression."
"I suppose so," Gunjan said.
"Give it a shot," Nupur said. "It's worth it."
"Yeah, you are right," Gunjan said. "Can I borrow it?"
"Of course," Nupur said, handing it over to Gunjan.
Gunjan hugged her new friend, glad that she had agreed to Mayank.
End of Part 5
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