An MJHT FF- Unexpressed Feelings! - Page 9

wow tht was soo amazinggggggg

lovely part

fantastic part.......

but no mayur.........

want more of sanu scenes.......

majan were nice.......

wonder wat did raj do................

plzzzzzzz update soon

Hey it was fab

Marvellous update............it was so touching nd close 2 reality.............plz update soon.............

Interesting FF! Do continue soon.

very very nice part, it was realistic, both sets of confessions :) Nupur's n Mayank's n Gunjan;s too:)

Here is my next chapter...😊

"Bass yahi rokna'kitna hua?" Nupur asked the rickshaw-wala.

"20 rupiya" the autowala replied promptly, chewing betel leaf.

Nupur paid the fare and got down the rickshaw. She entered the apartment, with her overloaded bag and a dejected look on her face. She had a frenzied day and a silly argument with Samrat, and this misery of hers will gain momentum when she will go home. I want peace she wished.

It was 11.30 pm. Most of the lights in her neighbourhood were dimmed and some of them were switched off. Sane people go off to sleep by this time, but her job is meant for insane human beings, though today she was a bit early. Well this is what her neighbour's thought and in that she included her father too. Her father was too conservative for her choice.

As she climbed the stairs, she could hear some sounds of clanging and banging from distant. Welcome home, Ms. Nupur Bhushan! she sighed. This was routine stuff whenever she got home from all day's work. Sometimes she gets lucky, when her father is not home. But the day was not yet over for her.

Nupur stood in front of the door, staring distinctly at the name plate GOURI & RAJESH BHUSHAN How I wished they would have lived peacefully' together!. She knocked the door, but in vain. She had to remove her spare key and open the door. Why do I even think that anyone will open the door.

She entered as their voices began to hurt her ears. Her head was thumping hard as someone was playing drums with her head. She had no energy to sort the differences of their parents, for the day. She looked at her mother; her eyes were red with anger. Her father was sitting on the couch and flipping channels vehemently. She gave a disgusted look to her parents and went to her room, banging the door hard.

"See, it's coz of you, my daughter have no peace in life. She comes home from all day's hard work and what does she get in return? Your non-stop bickering" Gouri said firmly.

"Now you don't start it again. What have I done to your lovely daughter? And what do you mean by my bickering huh? It is you and you nagging which makes the whole atmosphere evil." Rajesh reverted.

"Yea, now you put the blame on me'first of all you don't even appreciate our daughter's hard work'"

"Hard work?" Mrs. Bhushan was cut in between. "What hard work huh?'she just wastes her time sitting in that air-conditioned office, writing God knows what'.and you say that it is hard work!" her father's all time favourite dialogue.

Nupur was used to it. She was hearing every thing from her room, as she could not ignore the loud noise. Tears rolled down her red cheeks, as she had been controlling her outburst for a very long time, but there is always a limit. It was almost midnight and she could not take it any more. Why they don't get divorced?

She sprang from the corner of her bed, opened her door and shrieked.

"Will you both stop it'Once and for all? I don't come home to witness your baseless arguments and unnecessarily be a part of it. Just stop u both!" Nupur screamed as hard as her vocal cord allowed her to. Gouri rushed to Nupur to calm her down.

"No Maa'I have had enough today and'and'everyday'I just can't live in this house'" She said it.

There was pin drop silence in the hall. Nupur's mom shook her head and went inside her room. Her father did not care a damn.

Nupur POV'

"Why on earth do I have to bare all this. Can't you give a stable life? (Pointing towards God) Everything in my life today, sucks."

I rolled my eyes and opened my cupboard to fetch my night dress. "Damn, I need to clean my wardrobe ASAP. This weekend pakka!" I promised myself once again, for I dunno how many umpteenth time though.

"Why do mom and dad had to fight all the time? Don't they love each other any more'or did they love each other EVER? I empasised on the last word. Every day same thing'I come home'mom and dad argue'fight'I bang my room's door hard'and I go to sleep, with teary eyes. Do they ever think about me'about how I feel when they point fingers at each other all the time? Whose fault is it anyway'will they ever tell me to choose between them? "Me or you Dad'you have to choose NOW?" What will I say'what will I do?"

"Oh damn! What will I do? I still have not mailed the Telengana facts to Aparajita'she said she needs them ASAP'her deadline is tomorrow'I think I should do it now'what's the time'"

I looked at the watch, hanging opposite my bed. "12.30 am" it is late anyway'"I will give her tomorrow morning itself'that is the first thing I do. Where is my to-do list?"

I scribbled in my to-do list some important facts for my next day. One thing a journalist should do always'that is what our professor used to say in college'one of the ethics which I follow religiously.

"f**k! I have to meet Mayank tomorrow" I checked my list again for the second time. "Yes. Damn, not again' That irritating pest! Why do I feel he can read my mind?" I rolled my eyes and opened the window for some fresh air. It was suffocating inside.

"Ahh!" felt nice. I gazed outside for some moment, wanting to forget all the problems and miseries of my life. I closed my eyes but dozens of thoughts spilled over my brains. Bad break-up memories, work pressure, dead-lines, a fight with my only friend, parent's bickering and moreover, working with unbearable colleagues'What was his name'haan, Mayank Sharma. All these thoughts came in as if a crowd was struggling to get in a Virar fast ' me first'no me first'and my poor little brain begged '"Please guys, I need some rest. Do you'll mind?" but still they never went.

I went towards my bed, took my quilt and cocooned myself to feel the warmth. It was cool outside. Mumbai hardly witnesses winter' I tried not to think much about all the thoughts which kept coming in intervals. Some people are so lucky. They can just shut their eyes and sleep gleefully, whereas me, Uh! I have to first toggle off all the radio stations in my brain at one go.

"I have a long day tomorrow'and may be not so pleasant too" with that thought comes the sight of Mayank in front of me'smiling.

"Hmm'cute dimples!" I smiled. My first smile as the whole day ends.

"Go to sleep Nupur" there came a voice from my brain. I switched off the light.