MayUr FF:THE PURSUIT Restrting filler upd p12 - Page 5

NOTE:- (i hav bn giving a lot of notes these days..lol)

Okay, so i think most people are in favour of the name " The Pursuit"..

i too like that name.... so guess i might as well change the name..

So everyone note pls...

This FF will henceforth be called "THE PURSUIT"... do note the change... i will pm d readers about the change so that they dont get confused..

Harsha

@samira

u r welcome😉

@komal

thank u 4 reading and commenting... will pm u wen i update...

Originally posted by: VampirePrincess

Hey Harsha!

Abt this FF WOW! i mean i was so caught up with it, once i started reading i cudnt stop!

The plot is amazing, i have never read an FF with such a concept, atleast on India-forums, this one is Different⭐️

So i am assuming its samrat who's injured, n he broke Mayank's trust, i feel bad...it reflects so much pain n angst, m dying to knw more..the suspense element u hv created is spell-binding!

second part- I liked Nupur's thoughts, very different, mature n ambitious too, i like her character sketch, well written👏

third part- This one was breath-taking! u expressed mayank's frustrations n condition so well, again u left me wondering what happened b/w father-son?

I liked GuNur's bond, so here they r friends, well i like the changes u made in Gunjan's character, really nice!

But somewhere i didnt get the part where mayank is searchin for the bhushans...coz Gunjan is Kapoor...so if u can throw some light on tht matter with the next updates

But the point which raises my curiousity to its peak is Why Sam Disappeared! well i will hv to keep reading for tht :):)

Man m luving this FF! u r one talented writer👏 m so glad to hv met u thru the contest😊

And abt the note, The Pursuit is Perfect👍🏼

Do cont soon..!!

Thanks for the PM🤗

Luv

ZJ

thank u zeejay, 4 that wonderful analysis!!!

well ya, u assumed right abt samrat..

nupurs thought reflects that of a large group of youngsters who hav to do something they don't enjoy, 4 a profession... coming from an engineering background (well i am a final year student, but sometimes i do feel i don't really belong there,😕), i can relate to it well, so that part ws the easiest 4 me to write..

Mayank's frustrations..well he is a person who values perfection in anything he does, and he is someone who expects results for all of his efforts...so its natural for him to be frustrated in this context..and searching 4 a family, about whom he knws very little has got to be really annoying, he is getting tired of it, but his promise to his father is binding him...

Gunur are best friends, and ya pretty much like sisters... My Gunjan is a city girl (well not the entirely spoilt type).

about mayank searching 4 bhushans... well one point to be noted is that he hasn't got any details about the bhushan family-he just knows their first names, and doesn't even know the name of their daughter...

and ya Gunjan is a Kapoor, she is not related to the Bhushans..

no more clarifications, keep reading to know more..😉

love

harsha

Chapter-4

Of Guilt and New Acquaintances

He stood there in that strange place, amidst the crazy crowd, wondering why all these people ran like this. There was panic and confusion all around, and he felt it strange that no one seemed to notice him or run into him, even though he stood there right in the middle of the maddened crowd. But he couldn't care less about it now, for he was more concerned about the little girl and her mother, who stood a bit away from the crazy crowd, hugging each other and weeping. The mother tried to calm the girl down as she stroked her curls, but he could see that she herself was far from being calm. She looked tensed, and in pain, the kind you would feel when you have lost someone really close to your heart, and he could tell that her eyes were searching for someone, while she still tried to comfort her little girl. Somehow, by an unknown and unexplainable wave of reason, he knew, that the girl had lost her brother, and the mother her beloved son, in the mad crowd. He felt their pain pierce into his chest, and a weird urge to walk towards them, but suddenly his legs felt a lot heavier and stiff, and refused to move an inch. He felt helpless and weak and miserable, his throat dry, and as the scene before him dissolved, he felt himself drop to the ground and a gasp of pain escaped his dry throat, before his vision blackened completely.

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After a much disturbed sleep, Samrat woke up to find himself in an unknown room-no crowd, nothing. Confused, he tilted his head a little to have a glance around. Oh! The accident... hospital! Realization dawned upon him as he saw a glucose bottle that hung over his head, with its tube extended onto his right wrist. He could feel his head heavily bandaged, his legs still stiff, and plastered, but he could move his hands slightly, though it was a little painful. But he felt a lot better than the last time he had been conscious. Wonder who brought me here, he thought, as he straightened his head, and closed his eyes with a sigh, not knowing what else to do.

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"So, how are you feeling now?" asked the girl in jeans and a white kurti, Nupur, as Samrat opened his eyes after sleeping again for a couple of hours or so. He felt quite awake now, and the pain had disappeared thanks to the painkillers he was subjected to. But his legs were still plastered, so he was still bed-ridden most of the time, except for his occasional rides from room to room inside the apartment, on the wheel chair Nupur had managed to get from somewhere.

"Am fine Nupur, much better..." Samrat replied. "And, thanks for everything." The girl, Nupur had apparently posed as his sister in the hospital, to get him treated, and she had even brought him home with her, because he had told her that he was alone and new in the city, and didn't have a family. She was surprisingly understanding about him not having a family, and hadn't questioned further much to his relief. She had merely told that she knew what it was like to be alone without a family, as she herself was an orphan, and he had felt a pang of guilt at that, for lying to her about his family.

"No Sam, I told you not to thank me, am not doing anything great. I am just helping Gunjan, she couldn't possibly take you with her to her parents' home, they don't even know about the accident...Her dad would kill her if he knew. Here, have this soup, and stop frowning, just drink it in a gulp, it's good for your health..." Nupur commanded, passing him the bowl.

"Okay, fine... am drinking" he said, rolling his eyes, as he took the bowl from her. "Well, where is Gunjan? Didn't see her around today?"

"Yeah, she had to attend some family friends' wedding, so she couldn't come today...," said Nupur "You know, she still feels guilty about that accident..."

He merely nodded at that, he had already noticed it. Gunjan had, from the very beginning, been quite nervous and aloof around him, although ten days had passed since the accident had happened. First, he had thought it was because of her guilt, and had tried assuring her he wasn't even remotely angry at her, and to forget about it. But that had hardly made any difference; she still remained distant with him but behaved normally with everyone else including Nupur and even the elderly lady, Sharda aunty who paid him occasional visits. He was now beginning to think that there was more to her nervousness than just guilt, and he was determined to find that out, he thought, as he finished the contents of the bowl in one large gulp.

*phew* finally, updated *tired*

this part proved to be a bit more difficult than wat i expected.... took a lot of time to come around...

so how is it guys????😉

pls do hit the like button, and pls pls do comment.....😳

harsha