|Jalwa| MN FF Chp17 P122 22/8/2010 - Page 80

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Here I'm FINALLY. It took me almost a week to write this. It's not extra long or anything, just to get the emotions and the occurrences right. It's way different from what I expected it to be when I wrote about it in the pre-cap, so I hope you all like it. 😳

Chapter 17

The Roman Runway fashion show was in two days and everyone was working very, very hard. The rehearsels were held one after another, leaving hardly five minutes for breaks. It was 6:30 am in the morning and they were already on their third round of rehearsels. Samrat barged into the studio, looking very distressed. It wasn't unusual for a designer to feel stressed out before a show, but it was definitely unusual to see the Samrat Shergill look so worried.

Nupur went upto him, concerned. She was dressed in black slacks and a green top. Her hair was held up by a clip. She placed a hand on his shoulder, facing him.

"What's wrong Samrat?" she asked, worried.

"Everything," Samrat said. "I need to talk to all my models. Call them over here ASAP."

"Sure," Nupur said, advancing towards the models. All of them, including Mayank and Gunjan assembled in front of Samrat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I just found out something regarding the show," Samrat said slowly. "Since it's a cultural fest, each designer has to display a minimum of two dancers, performing on a regional song from their home country. I had no freaking idea about this. All the others have got well trained dancers and are putting up a magnificent show."

"Is it compulsory?" Gunjan asked.

"Yes," Samrat said. "It's a do-or-die situation. No dance, no show. Yes dance, yes show. I know we have just two days and we have no trained dancers, but if any two of you can do perform, I will be really grateful. Don't worry, you will still be a part of the show, the dance comes way earlier. We have worked very hard for this show guys, please lets not mess it up in the last minimum. Any two of you?"

Seeing that no one else had put his or her hand up, Nupur decided to take charge of the situation. She was a pro when it came to dancing, and no one could deny that. She had been dancing all her life, and if it were not modelling, it would be dancing for her. Simultaneously she took Mayank's hand and raised it as well. Mayank looked at her in shock, rather a pleasant surprise.

"Mayank and I will do a partner dance," Nupur said firmly.

"Me?" Mayank asked. "Are you nuts Nupur? I do not dance."

"Oh yes you do," Nupur said. "You are a marvel at dancing, plus we make a great team! We are in Samrat. I will coreograph the song and we will practice all day long, well that is if it's okay with you."

"Thank you so much Nupur," Samrat said gratefully. "Of course it's fine by me. Both of you guys can have the day off. You are amazing at the ramp walk anyways. But, do make sure you come for one rehearsal at night."

"Sorry can't do," Nupur said. "The dance is vitally important, and I have other important work. I am sorry Samrat. I can't make it for the night rehearsals. And I don't think Mayank can either."

Mayank was surprised that she was speaking for him like that. He had no plans whatsoever for that night, in fact he was just going to relax in his room and watch some Latin movie, and spend his 24^th birthday doing nothing special whatsoever. He would have gladly rehearsed, but he was still happy to have his birthday night to himself.

"But Nupur," Samrat insisted.

"Trust me on this Samrat," Nupur said. "It will be perfectly fine. Mayank, meet me in the ballroom in ten minutes. I have a few things to set up before we begin practice."

"Yes boss," Mayank said, grinning at her.

Nupur left to the ballroom to do some pre-coreography work.

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Nupur was by the music system, deciding on the song to dance on, when Mayank entered the room. He walked upto her quietly, without making any noice. He looked over her shoulder and saw that she was looking through some CDs. Nupur suddenly felt his hot breath on her neck and turned back to look at him, only to se themselves in a really uncomfortable situation. They were extremely close, their faces barely apart. Nupur looked into his dark black eyes and got lost in them. Time was ticking away, but their eyes were transfixed on each other.

Marjawaan

Suddenly they snapped out of their moment and looked away awkwardly. Nupur pressed the rewind button on the stereo and faced Mayank.

"I have chosen the love song Marjawaan from the movie Fashion. In the beginning of the number, when the music is going on, I will enter the stage and do something similar to a ballet," Nupur said.

Mayank only nodded.

"Then as the lyrics start with Marjawaan, teri ishq mein marjawaan, I will fall back into your arms. I wont be actually seeing you yaar. You will near the green room fully in black, so audience also want see you," Nupur said. "Then when the lyrics are sung, I fall into your hands. You have to be there. It's a risky step as I wont be seeing you before. But I hope I can trust you Mayank."

"Of course Nupur," Mayank said. "I wont let you fall, not today not ever."

"Thanks Mayank," she said, absentmindedly. "So you stand there. I will start the dance."

Mayank went and did as told, while Nupur went to the other side of the room and prepared herself. She pressed the play button and waited for the music to start. As it started, she did her ballet dance, much resembling a swan. She was extremely graceful and her dance performance was seamless, like the wind.

Marjawaan, marjawaan,

Teri ishq mein marjawaan

She lifted her hands up int air, and while bringing them down, fell back, into Mayank's arms. She fit in perfectly there. Like two pieces of the same puzzle. She slowly placed her hand on his face and got up.

Jumping from his hands, she smiled. She paused the music and faced him.

"We will be doing a few complicated lifts," Nupur said. "I've got all of it planned out."

"In two minutes?" Mayank asked.

"See am helluva smart," Nupur said. "And I am wonderful dancer."

"Miss. High and Mighty," Mayank joked.

"Mr. Joker," Nupur said. "Now listen naa! See the first it came out perfectly. The song should be able to show the intensity of our love."

"Our love?" Mayank sputtered. "What the hell-"

"Uffo Mayank," Nupur said, shaking her head. "We are portraying the passion and intensity of two lovers. Understood bachhu? Hence, am adding a lot of lifts."

"Umm 'kay," Mayank said.

They rehearsed the first few steps over and over again, until it had been mastered. Nupur then moved our to the next few verses. She had thought of some really complicated and beautiful lifts, which would add finesse and professionalism to their performance.

"Okay Mayank," Nupur said. "This is a difficult lift, and I want you to focus and concentrate. I am going to kind of run towards you, swan like, you have to lift me off the ground and in a seamless manner put my left leg around your neck. My other leg will be folded. I will hold you with one hand, while the other will be in the air."

"No ways," Mayank said firmly. "Am so not going to take such a big risk. I could hurt you in the process Nupur."

"Mayank," Nupur said. "I trust you. You will hurt yourself before hurting me. By God!"

"Nupur," Mayank said. "But I don't trust myself enough not to drop you or hurt you."

"Yeh batameezi band karo," Nupur instructed. "You simply have to do this lift."

"No Nupur, I wont," Mayank said stubbornly. "Let's do some other lift na. Something simpler and less dangerous?"

"No ways!" Nupur said. "We are doing this! Final and simple."

"Nupur-"

"Mayank TRUST me!" Nupur almost yelled. "You will be fine."

"It's not me that I'm worried about," Mayank said.

"Then?" Nupur asked.

"You," Mayank said. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Nupur said, touching his arm. "I trust you."

Sighing, Mayank took his position. Nupur was just as stubborn as he was, and it was better for him to give in than expecting her to do so. Once she had decided something she would stick to it, no matter what. That was Nupur Bhushan to you.

Socha dil ki aisa kaash ho,

Tujhko ek nazar meri talaash ho,

Mayank looked longingly at Nupur who was dancing away. She turned towards him gracefully, and started running towards him, in a swanlike manner.

Jaisi khwaab hain ankhon mein bass meri,

Waise neendon pe silvate pade teri,

Mayank lifted her up in the air as she put one of her legs around him. The other, she curled and pointed out her toes. One of her hand went up in the air, while the other held onto Mayank.

Bheegi bheegi armaanon ki rahad hain,

Haii,

Geeli geeli khwaaish bhi toh behad hain,

He twirled her around, carefully and beautifully. There was a visible glow and radiance on her face as she smiled broadly.

Marjaawaan, marjaawan,

Tere ishq pe marjwaawan,

Marjaawaan, marjaawan,

Tere ishq pe marjaaawan.

Slowly and steadily, Nupur straightened herself, facing him. He still held onto her. He slowly and carefully put her down, not breaking the eye contact.

*song ends*

"By God that was perfect!" Nupur exclaimed happily. "Didn't I tell you?! You didn't drop me. In fact I was confident that you wouldn't drop me."

"Yeah," Mayank muttered, too shocked for words.

He had been nervous the entire time. He was so anxious and pressurized as he so didn't want to drop Nupur. He looked at her rambling and realized how much he had grown to care for her in such a short time. In fact, he had cared immensely for her from the very beginning, when he saved from the cheapstake at Vriampur. He didn't know what it was, whether it was impulse, or gravity pulling him towards her, he just had to save her that day.

"Chalo Mayank," Nupur said. "I'm off to my room. I'm dead tired. You can come around 8-00 p.m, if it's okay with you."

"Sure," Mayank said. "I'll be there."

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There was just two hours left for Mayank to come to her room. Nupur started setting up the entire room in festive spirit. She wanted this birthday of his to be extremely special. From what she had heard from Gunjan, he was always busy on his special day and never really bothered to celebrate. Today, she would change that. It wasn't much a of a big celebration, she had invited only Gunjan, since she was Mayank's sister.

She had put up pink, white and red balloons all over the room and had put up a banner which she printed herself saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAYANK! She has baked herself, it was a simple plum cake. She had mixed plain cream and sugar to create icing on the cake. It read Happy Birthday Mayu. Everything was set perfectly. She had brought some snacks from the shop downstairs. It was a low-key celebration, but a celebration nonetheless.

After everything was ready, Nupur went to have a hot shower. The water washed away all the exhaustion. She loved to dance, in fact if she hadn't become a model, a dancer she would have become. During every function in Morena, she was the one who coreographed the dances. In fact, people always associated the word dance with Nupur. Such was the case!

She finished her bath and stepped out of the bathroom in a towel. Rummaging through her suitcase, she found a maroon shalwar kameez. It was gifted to her by her cousin Dia when she had gone to Delhi for some professional training. It was among Nupur's favorite dresses, simply because it was gorgeous, and of course, it was given to her by her all time favorite cousin.

She slipped into the shalwar kameez and looked into the mirror. It had fit her perfectly indeed. She blow dried her hair and combed it. She put two side clips on her hair and smiled at her relfection. She was dressed up, yet simple and grounded.

Just then the bell of her room rang. She ran forward to get it. It was Gunjan dressed in pale blue dress. She smiled at seeing Nupur.

"Hey Nupur!" Gunjan said, leaning forward to hug her friend."Long time! Kaise ho?"

"I'm good," Nupur said. "Tu kaisi hain?"

"As good as I can be," Gunjan said. "Accha listen, I wanted to share a few thoughts of mine with you."

"Sure, sure go ahead," Nupur said, winking. "Though I'm pretty sure I know what it is."

Gunjan made herself comfortable on the bed, while Nupur sat on a plush sofa nearby.

"So what is it?" Nupur asked.

"Nupur...," Gunjan's voice quivered. "I think...I think I'm in love."

"Ooh," Nupur said. "Who's the unlucky guy?"

"Nupur!" Gunjan said. "Please yaar."

"Joking," Nupur said, giggling. "So who is it? Tell naa."

"Umm...Nupur...I think...I am in love...with...Samrat," Gunjan said.

"KNEW IT!" Nupur said, jumping up. "I so knew it. You guys are a perfect match."

"I doubt it," Gunjan said. "I think he likes someone else."

"Who?" Nupur asked curiously.

"His friend Mohit's sister Sanaya," Gunjan said, grumpily. "He always talks about her."

"Aw," Nupur said. "But I'm sure he loves you. He is always looking at you with so much passion and love. Sigh. How romantic."

"You think so?" Gunjan asked, hope glittering in her eyes.

"I know so," Nupur said firmly.

"Nupur you are simply building up my hopes," Gunjan said.

"Achcha chod!" Nupur said.

"Nupur are you with Mayank?" Gunjan asked suddenly.

"WHAT?" Nupur asked. "No! No! No! Mayank is my best friend ever. Nothing more!"

"Oh," Gunjan said.

"Hey did you tell Mayank about Sam?" Nupur asked.

"NO!" Gunjan gasped. "He hates Sam yaar. He will kill me."

Nupur burst into laughter. Mayank's brotherly concerns for Gunjan was extremely cute. They were an extremely cute brother-sister duo and it was utterly adorable the way they fought. She then looked at her watch. It was half past eight and Mayank had not yet arrived. She jumped off the sofa, took her phone and dialed Mayank's number.

"Mayank," she said sternly. "Why haven't you come here yet?"

"You said it was a choice," Mayank said.

"Come here now!" Nupur said.

"Aah Nupur," Mayank said. "I'm not too sure..."

"COME!" Nupur said. "I'm bored Mayank. Come naa. Please."

"Okay," Mayank sighed heavily. "I will be there in five minutes."

"Jaldi," Nupur said.

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Exactly after five minutes the doorbell to Nupur's room rang. She ran forward to open it and was greeted by Mayank in a black shirt and blue jeans. She hugged him tightly. Mayank, taken aback, paused for a second, and then hugged her back.

"Happy Birthday Mayank," she whispered into his ear.

"Thanks," Mayank said, overwhelmed. He looked around the room and was pleasantly surprised to see all the decorations "You did all this for me?"

"No for the random stranger living next door," Nupur said sarcastically. "Of course for you idiot."

"Happy Birthday Bro!" Gunjan said, approaching the duo. Mayank broke away the hug from Nupur, and hugged his little sister.

"Thanks sis," Mayank said.

"Here's your gift," Gunjan said, handing over a box to Mayank.

"First let's cut the cake I'm hungry," Nupur said, cutely.

"Okay, Miss. Bhushan," Mayank said, grinning at her.

The three of them went towards the tiny table where Nupur had placed the cake. Mayank took the knife and cut the cake while Nupur and Gunjan sang for him. The first piece of the cake he gave to Nupur, who took it after he fed her and stuffed it into his own mouth. Both of them burst into peals of laughter.

"Yummy," Mayank said. "Where did you get it?"

"I made it," Nupur said, sheepishly.

"You did?" Mayank asked in surprise. He then hugged her tightly. "You are simply the best. You rock. It's the BEST cake I've ever had Nupur. I love it!"

"Aw thanks," Nupur said.

Gunjan watched the two of them in awe. Yeah, the hell they were just friends. Her foot!

"I have a gift for you," Nupur said excitedly.

She went to the bedside lamp next to her bed, opened a drawer and took out a medium sized packet. With excitement glimmering in her eyes she went upto him and handed it over to him, with a shy grin on her innocent face.

"What's this?" Mayank asked, slowly unwrapping it.

"See for yourself," Nupur said.

He slowly unwrapped the present to see that it was 12 by 9 inch wooden board filled up with pictures of their memories together. They were all put together like collage, and she had aslo made a small card stuck on it which said You Are Special. Mayank was totally taken aback, and touched. He felt tears well up his eyes.

"Oh no, I made you cry," Nupur said, aghast.

"Tears of happiness," Mayank said. "This is so touching. I mean no one has ever done any such thing for me. I don't know what to say. I'm just like...speechless."

"Yeh Nupur Bhushan ka kamaal hain," Nupur said haughtily. "Nahin Mayank. You really are special. This reaction of yours is worth every effort I put into this whole into this surprise party."

Mayank looked at the innocent lady in front of him, the sincerity of her words glimmering in her eyes. He pulled her into a tight hug and closed his eyes as he felt her relax in his arms. Nupur hugged him back, feeling secure and comfortable in his embrace.

"I think I should go," Gunjan said, heading out. Her exit was left unnoticed by the duo.

Mayank tightened his grip over her, holding her as close to him as possible. Nupur's head was buried in his chest and she took a deep breath to inhale his Mayankish scent, which she loved. Time and actions went unnoticed as they stayed like that, unwavered by the actions around them.

Was it love?

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After the birthday party, both of them decided to go down for a long walk around the hotel's premises. Mayank was holding his gifts, the wooden photo collage, and a watch from Gunjan in his hands, and walked on quietly while Nupur rambled on about one thing or the other. He just looked forward, completely silent. He was feeling it again today, the intense attraction for Nupur. He just wanted to pull her towards him and hug her to never let go. What was happening?

"Mayank suno naa," Nupur said. Seeing no response from him, she tried, a little louder this time, "Mayank SUNO NA!""

"Wha-aat?" Mayank said, turning around. "What happened?"

"I'm really nervous for the show Mayank," she said grumpily. "I am sure about the dance because I dance very well...but the show..."

"You are a great model," Mayank said. "And you will rock the show."

"Mayank you saw the Fashion movie?" Nupur asked. "What if I have such a wardrobe malfunction? Oh god! Am shit scared!"

"By God Nupur," Mayank said, teasing her. "You will be the best out there. Better than me. Trust me."

"But Mayank-"

"You trust me, don't you?" Mayank asked.

"With my life," Nupur said.

"Good," Mayank said, extremely pleased to hear that. "Then know that you will absolutely fine. You will rock the show Miss. Morena. You will ROCK it!"

"Thanks," Nupur said.

And they walked on, continuing their banter. Comforting each other, falling into sudden gaps of silence and unknown attractions for each other, these two just walked on, towards a new journey, a new destination.

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Pre-cap- The Fashion Show


End of Chapter 17
Hope you all liked it. 😃
So many surprises naa? 😉

This update is a mixture of various stuff, so I hope it came out the way I wanted it to. And Annie, no more dhamki's please. 😳 I hope I lived up to your expectations!

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