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 "Another use-and-throw?" a young woman asked Mayank, sitting in the chair opposite him. "Yes Gunjan," Mayank said, looking up at his best friend. "But this one was really hot man, but what a furious temper." "You know girls don't like playboys right?" Gunjan asked. "I don't think there is a single girl in Mumbai you haven't used." "I haven't used you darling," Mayank pointed out grinning. "Except me," Gunjan said. "And that is because I tied a rakhi to you at the age of 16 making you my brother and one doesn't sleep with their sisters." "Yeah yeah yeah," Mayank said. "Nada nada nada." "C'mon Mayank!" Gunjan said, looking concerned. "This casanova image is totally bad for your rep!" "C'mon behenji cut it out," Mayank said. "People love my ladies' man image!" "Oh sure yeah," Gunjan said, her words dripping with sarcasm. "See you agree," Mayank smirked. "Whatever," Gunjan said. "But don't say I didn't warn you. You are so going to regret this one day Mayank, I'm so sure you are going to." Gunjan Kapoor, a semi-famous model from Punjab and a good friend of Mayank's since childhood. She was very slim and trim and had naturally curly hair with pale, translucent skin. She had rosy cheeks. She was wearing a black tights and a white knee-length top. Her hair was lying loose on her shoulders. "Oh c'mon Gunjan ji," Mayank said. "Nooooo lectures please." "Whatever Mayank," Gunjan said, thoroughly exasparated. "Are you sure you want new models for your latest show Sam?" Mrs. Shergill asked. "Yes mom," Samrat answered, tired of answering this question. "I want to launch atleast one new model and work with some not-so-famous models." "Why?" Mrs. Shergill asked. "Mom," Samrat said, shaking his head. "Even new talents deserve a chance." "But this could end up as a disaster son," Mrs. Shergill insisted. "Mom I know what I'm doing," Samrat said. "I know you have my best interests at heart but let me do this my way, please." "Okay," Mrs. Shergill said. "By the way that model Gunjan Kapoor seems to be doing a good job AND she isn't that big of a model...I should try and contact her," Samrat said to himself. Nupur looked around the room. She knew that she wouldn't be able to do this if she didn't do it now. Everybody had fallen asleep and Dia was sleeping over at Chinky's. She took out all her favourite clothes, accessories, magazines, books, make-up, bangles and everything else precious to her. All her money was tucked safely in her bag and some in her handbag. She slowly opened the window and slipped out with her belongings. She closed it once she was out, tears stinging her eyes. She had never wanted to leave like this, without telling anybody. But desperate conditions called for desperate actions. She knew she would never get a chance to pursue her dream if she waited till she met whoever Bauji and Bui had arranged for. She touched the ground and asked everyone for forgivance. With that she walked away from the house, careful not to make any noise. Mayank stood under the hot shower, letting the water wash away the day's events. He thought of Pooja...wait Priya and thought why he ever thought she was cute. She was such an annoying woman and had heaps of attitude. He hated the way she walked away from him. But he knew there was a long line of women waiting to get close to him. Lucky him. Nupur stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus to Mumbai to arrive. She heard a bus wheeze past and it said MUMBAI in big, bold letters. It stopped at the stop where she was waiting. "Is this bus going to Mumbai?" she asked in hindi. "Yes madam," the conductor answered. Nupur got into the bus and took a seat in the back row. As much as she could fade away from the world, she was ready to. Today, this moment all she wanted was to become was invisible so that no one would notice her. Tomorrow she would outshine the rest of the world, show everyone who said she couldn't become a model that she could and she would. Tomorrow, she would conquer the world. End of Chapter. I want LOADS of comments! Took me a while to write this...sorry no PMs until I get my laptop back! Love, Nidheya |
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