MN FF - Truly Yours Part 3- PG 17 [9/30] - Page 12

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Every now and then, I kept stealing glances at the door. Meanwhile, I noticed that the game all set to start. I tried to divert my attention towards it but failed. My eyes kept waiting for her. She isn't going to come, I told myself with a great determination. I knew I believed what I said. I finally turned to look towards the gang. As I scanned through the faces, my eyes stopped on Nisha and Sameer, who were standing a bit far away from everyone – behind the pillar (though I could see them properly as I was sitting right opposite the pillar). They made such a lovely pair together. I still remember the first time Sameer told me about his Nisha, back in school. Initially I was surprised but gradually I noticed the sincerity in his voice. He was serious about this and I realised that as soon as I saw his expression on his face. It was as though his life dependent on my reply. I took a while – on purpose – before giving my opinion on it.

"Duh." He started , "say that it's right." He added after two seconds, in a calmer manner.

"Ok then. I say it's right." I was in full mood of teasing that day.

"Go to hell." He screamed before storming out from the classroom.

Later that day, something unusual happened. Something unexpected.

I was sitting with Sameer, who was still mad at me for teasing him in the morning, and my other few friends in the canteen. I was talking completely non sense, when Nupur came near our table. Yes, Nupur came. Although, I did see her coming this way but never expected her to come to our table. It was pleasent surprise, if you ask me.

"Mayank..." She called in her musical voice. It sounded like a beautiful melody. WOW!! Ok, I think I should just stop exaggerating things but yes it was a new feeling. By the did I mention, I never had a chance to speak to Nupur after the school round trip (as my principal described). Yes, we were in same class but we never exchanged a word with each other. Not even a simple hi or bye. It was weird but then again it's not. Because Nupur wasn't so bubbly and talkative person then. She did communicate with few of the students from the class including Nisha, Megha, Rohini etc. I never saw her talking to any boys. Maybe she was shy, I used to tell myself back then. It wasn't like I was attracting to her or falling in love with her, but something or the other had make me notice her.

Now that she was in front of me, it took good few seconds to come out of my dream land.

"Nupur.." I knew her name by the way, in case you're wondering.

"Hi, I need to talk to you." At this all my friends raised their eye brows including Sameer who was grinning away in victory.

"Of course Nupur", Sameer interrupted before I had a chance to speak anything, "Why don't you two sit here and chat? We need to go anyway, so you might as well." He continued with a smirk, while I felt my cheeks going warmer.

"Thanks." She said, as Sameer and my other friends took the canteen exit – not before Sameer turned back to wink at me.

"So what's up?" I asked.

"Since you're a school prefect, I needed a favour from you." She began, in a normal tone with her hair flying in the air and her hands gesturing. Was it just me imagining things, or she was actually the most beautiful girl in the world. No joke, she was the most beautiful thing on the earth.

"Yes, go on." I gestured her to continue.

"Meine suna hai ki, yaha school ke canteen mein job vacancy hein, students ke liye, so I was thinking if you could talk to the head teacher on my behalf."

"Hmm, I can't promise anything but will try my best to help you." My tone was sincere plus my heart started to beat normally, so it was a relief.

"Thank you so much. I really do appreciate it." Aw she sounded so happy. I loved the smile on her face. It brightened my day, I thought to myself. The glow on her face and in her eyes was something I always cherished. She looked beautiful while smiling; I kept telling myself until she stood up to leave. Obviously not before I did something stupid (according to me it was stupid).

"Umm, Nupur?" She looked towards me, while I stood up from my place and extend my right hand towards her.

"Friends?" I was unsure about her reaction. Because I knew she didn't like to interact much with boys but somewhere in my heart, I had a strong feeling that she would accept it. As soon as I said that, her expressions changed from confused to shock and slowly she began smiling. I knew the reply but didn't raise up the expectations bars in my heart.

"Forever!" She said instead, as she shook her hand with mine. I didn't know what the feeling was but her soft, delicate hand in my rough hand felt so right, so pure. I felt my heart dancing in happiness. Little did I know that the same hand would become the reason of my life very soon?

"Are bhai, kaha ho gaye? Mayankkkkk?" The voices brought me back to the reality. Sameer was literally shaking me, while the girls on the opposite side were laughing, seeing my stupidity. Heck, going back in memories felt stupid, then I was stupid and I was proud of it. I looked towards them and nearly died seeing the most beautiful view in front of my eyes. Nupur was sitting there with the girls, on a corner side with Nisha , Jhanvi and Alisha by her side. Dressed in dark green, salwaar suit, she looked gorgeous. No makeup, no artificial facade, simply Nupur. Even when she didn't try, she was the most beautiful person in the world. Adding her beauty was her open silky hair. The long black tresses added the extra grace to gorgeousness.

She looked at me and if I noticed it correctly then, she stared at me for good few seconds before turning her gaze away. Though she had the most famous fake smile, her eyes gave away the pain she was going through right now. She was hurt; not because I moved on; it was because she still loved me. Her reddish puffy eyes stated the fact that she had been crying all this while and I hated myself even more thinking I was the reason for those tears. At that moment, I so wished to tell her the truth. That what happened after I went to US, what happened between me and Mum, what was the reason for my and Jhanvi's engagement. I wished I could tell her everything and take her in my arms forever. But like it says it's easier said than done.

"Come on, bride's best friend. It's your turn now." One of the girls spoke to me, bringing me back to face the cruel reality. They had been playing the antakshari for some time now and it was boy's turn. We had to sing from the letter Ch. I wasn't a big fan of the songs but a song came in my mind and before I could stop, I heard myself singing the song.

Chaha Hai Tujhko
Chahunga Hardam
Mar Ke Bhi Dil Se
Ye Pyaar Na Hoga Kam

Tu Saamne Hai Mairey
Phir Kyoon Ye Doori Hai
Tujhe Kaise Bataoon Main
Hai, Kya Majboori Hai
Yeh Bhi Koi Jeena Hai
Sirf Aansoon Peena Hai
Sirf Aansoon Peena Hai
Yeh Bhi Koi Jeena Hai...

I looked at those painful eyes, which reflected the unconditional love she had for me. I felt guilty for not waiting for her. I was ashamed of myself. I couldn't see that pain. It was breaking my heart into millions pieces. I hate you, Mayank, I hate you, I kept chanting in my mind as I ended the song with the last few lyrics.

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I was outside in the garden, when I heard someone's footstep coming towards me. I turned around to find, Alisha walking towards me with a glum expression on her face.

"Kya huwa? Itna utra huya chehra kyun hai?" I asked, as we walked near the swings.

"I upset Di." We sat down on her swings. She sounded real upset.

"What did you do?"

"It's a long story."

"I am ready to listen to it." I truly was ready as I was way too curious to know the reason behind Nupur and Alisha's distance. They weren't like this before. Nupur was like a mother figure to Alisha but since pasr few days, I saw change in their behaviour.

"It's all started, when Di and I moved to Delhi to Milind Bhaiya's house. He is one really close relative, so he wanted us to stay with me until we found a good house in Delhi. After about 5-6 months, Di brought the house and we shifted to out apartment. Then I started my college while Di was working in a boutique as an assistant designer and studying part time. In college, I made couple of friends, who lived alone. You know as in, they rented a house and all the friends used to live there. Few weeks later, I realise I should move out as well. I talked to Di and she said no obviously. But I kept trying and trying. Her reply was same every time. Cuz of this we started to have fights everyday in the house and in the rage of fit, I went to Milind Bhaiya's house. And till today I am living there. It's been nearly 4 months." I tried my best to observe everything slowly and gradually I understood every single move of Nupur's. She was alone for 4 months. How could Alisha do this to her? She knew Nupur so well; still she left her alone when she needed her the most. I was real pissed off. I think Alisha read my expressions and before I could say anything. She stopped me.

"Please Bhai, listen to me first. I know what I did was bad but I was so angry. You must be thinking that I should have gone home the next day but things were just too complicated back then. Anyway, so last week, I received Nisha Di's wedding invitation and I knew Di would go there for sure. So I came here, thinking I would be able to patch up with her. Few minutes ago, I went to meet Di, and she said I can do whatever I like. I don't need to ask her for anything. She didn't even look at me. I know she is really angry with me. She would never talk to me again." Tears were falling down the cheeks, as she said the last line. I side hugged her. All the things were making more sense to me. My mind and heart raised thousands of questions, which I had no answer to. But the one question that stood out in all was "Where was Bauji?" Why didn't she mention Bauji at all? Where was he? Was he in Morena? Then what were Alisha and Nupur doing in Delhi. Questions and more questions, without any answers.

"Bauji kaha hai?" The words were out before I could stop them. Alisha looked up to me with these unusual lost eyes. She looked as if I stepped on her hidden pain. Her eyes revealed her plight.

"Di hasn't told you yet?" She questioned me, while moving further away from me. I noticed her wiping her tears.

"Alisha, what's going on?" I was scared. I didn't want her to say something that was going on my mind. It can't be that. It just can't be that, I was chanting in my mind.

"Dad's no more!" Her voice was emotionless. I couldn't feel any pain in it at all. Though, her eyes gave her away. On my part, I didn't know how to react. I was numb, with all the emotions in my mind and heart suddenly going silent. Nupur, was the word my heart said. What must have she been through? I closed my eyes, to stop the tears from falling down. I needed to see her, right now. And as if God was listening to me, my prayer was answered straight away.

I followed her towards the other end of the swing, and placed my hand on her shoulder. She turned towards me and instead of breaking down, she forced a smile.

"Bhai, will you do me a favour?"

"Anything, for you!" I forced a smile.

"Can you go to Di, now? She needs to be with someone right now. She isn't in her right state of mind. And I know, you're the only whom she want to be with right now. Please!"

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"Nupur?" I called out to Nupur, while entering her room. The darkness had covered the room. I could hardly see anything.

"Mayank?" Nupur's voice came from the right side corner. I reached for the lights near the wall. As the light flashed inside the room, I looked towards Nupur. She was crying, my heart broke once again. Her red eyes and dried tears reflected her state. She had been crying. I saw her pain in those angelic eyes. She was hurt, upset, and sad.

As soon as she saw me, she turned on the other side while wiping her tears. She always had been like this. Hiding pain was her old habit and like it says old habits die hard.

"Mayank, tum yaha? Kuch huwa kya?" She walked towards me, faking a small smile.

"Nupur, mujhe nahin pata tha ki mein itna paraya ho gaya ki ab mujhse baatein bhi chupa ne lagi." I was frustrated, angry, hurt at her behaviour. She could have told me but no she hid such big thing from me. Bauji was father figure to me and by hiding the biggest truth about him, she hurt me.

"Mayank, tum kis baarein mein baat kar rahe ho?" She knew what was I talking about but played an innocent game. I hated it.

"Stop playing innocent, Nupur. You know what I am on about. Why didn't you tell me about Bauji." I saw the pain coming back in her eyes and her eyes filled up with tears. I couldn't see that anymore. I hated myself for falling in love. I hated myself for everything. It hurts to see you cry!!

Hearing my reply, she turned towards the other side, to hide the tears obviously. It was miserable feeling to see your love crying in front you and you're standing there, doing nothing at all. I wish no one go through that phase. It's terrible.

Without thinking what was right and wrong, I moved towards Nupur and hugged her from the back. I felt that was the right thing to do. Nothing more mattered to me at that moment. I just wanted to protect her from the pain.

She shivered at my touch. She always did. Every time we touched, it brought a new feeling altogether. She entwined her hand with my own. It felt so right, so pure. Nothing more could have been better. I tighten the grip, never to let it go.

We stood there in same position – letting the tears fall down. And all of a sudden, she turned to face me and in a matter of seconds, I felt her arms around my neck. It took me few seconds to realise that she was hugging me. Her arms were tightly knotted around my neck and her body seemed perfect against mine. I hugged her back tightly.

I felt my shoulder getting wet and not long to realize that she was crying.

"I miss him, Mayank. I miss Bauji." She said between her sobs. I broke apart from the hug before cupping her face between my hands. She eyes turned red, due to continuous cry. I kissed her forehead.

"Sshhhh!" Saying, I wrapped my arms around her and made her sit on the bed edge.

I sat down on the floor, with her hands in mine. I let her cry. She needed to take all her pain out at once. She had been hiding it for 6 years and if she hid it anymore, it would kill her once again. I sat in silence, hearing her weep, which was piercing my heart.

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