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PART 13

MN house- evening

Mayank walked into the living room to find Nupur struggling with a bag of vegetables /grocery , panting and looking red with exertion. Mayank moved forwards to her, picked her bag and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"tum kyun sab...? amb...bai nahin aayi?"

she was quiet for a second taking a breath. He raised his eyebrows.

"USNE PHONE KIYA THA YEH BOLNE KE LIYE KI WO NAHIN AAYEGI AAJ SHAAM KO. JAANTHE HO KYUN? USKI APPOINTMENT HAIN PARLOUR MEIN!"

mayank backed off. Nupur took deep breaths to settle herself.

"tum bhi jaake aajao parlour?" he replied not knowing what else to say

"kyun main achhi nahin dikh rahin?" she asked suspiciously

"nahin.." bit his tongue," matlab haan. Tumhe tho parlour ki zaroorat hi nahin hain."

she softened a tiny bit, her hand on her hips her breathing slowly coming back to normal.

Taking courage, mayank moved towards her and nudging her with one elbow(his both arms had bags) continued,

" tum tho jaise ho waise hi bohot achhi lagthi ho. Perfectly lovely, khoobsoorat. yeh tumhaare aankh jo saare duniya ke baat kehthe hain, is waqt tho tumhaare laal laal gaal , aadha smilewaala hont , in sab ke saath tum aur bhi pyaari lagrahin ho" she blushed properly, her irritation lost ," aur sexy bhi" he grinned at her and she bent her head feeling suddenly shy.

He nudged her again and she placed her head on his shoulder settling down comfortably.

"nupur, main do do bags utake khada hoon. Kahaan rakhna hain?"

she pecked his cheek quickly and walked into the kitchen. He sighed and muttering thank s to god ki uska gussa tanda hogaya started to follow her when the doorbell rang , there was sound of door opening and gunjan walked in with samrat trailing behind her with two huge shopping bags

"di ! Hi jiju! Di main confused hoon mujhe nahin pata ki main kab kya pehnoo" gunjan started complainingly to nupur who had come out.

"tab tho tu sahi jagah aayi hain. Mere elawa koi hain jo tumhaara is problem ko solve karsakhtha hain! Chalo.." and turning to samrat," samrat tum ho kahaan? Pichle ek hafthe se mile hi nahin. Aisa hi chaltha rahaan tho meri behen ki shaadi tumse main nahin karwaaoongi " she grinned at him

samrat and mayank exchanged one quick guilty look and turned back to the girls.

"aisi koi baat nahin hain nupur, bas..."

" arre tum itne serious kyun horahe ho? Main tho mazaak karrahin thi! Chalo gunjan" and both the sisters turned when mayank stopped them, the bags still in his hands.

"nupur , gunjan tum logon ko jo bhi karna hain, zyaada time waste mat karo. Tumhaara test hain"

"hey bhagwaan main tho bhool gayi! Sorry di. Chodo. Hum baad mein karlenge"

" uffo mayank. Main padloongi. Chal gunjan" and they left leaving the guys behind.

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mayank and samrat looked everywhere but at each other

"tired lagrahe ho?" samrat made conversation

"haan, abhi abhi ek volcano erupt hone se rokliya , isiliye " he gestured with his eyes to where nupurs photo was hanging. Samrat grinned at him.

"par lagtha hain tumhaara duty abhi se start hogaya hain! Mera tho shaadi se pehle kuch tha nahin" mayank

"duty?"

mayank lifted both the bags and gestured to samrats hands which had bags, smiling.

" yeh ? yeh bas main usko help karnekeliye lekar aaya tha..meri chashmish bilkul bhi aisi nahin hain "

gunjan came out just then saying " samrat, mera bags" and took them from him smiling," Sorry " samrat glanced at mayank with a look that said see i told you. "waise samrat," she looked inside the bags and said," tumne mera receptionwaala bag shayad car mein rakhdiya hain. Lekar aaoge" and walked inside.

Mayank s face broke into a grin with a look that said see i told you.

Samrats face changed," shaadi ke baad kya sab badal jaatha hain?"

" sab kuch nahin"mayank replied sensing the anxious tone ," par bohot kuch. " samrat listened apprehensively,

"tum driver cum coolie ban jaaoge . Tumhaara routine badal jaatha hain.shayad toothpaste aur soap se lekar tumhaara khaane tak aur tum kehsunne ke haalat mein nahin rahogi. Tum har ek cheez apni wife ke saath discuss karke khareedne lagogi. Tumhaara tv pe serials zyaada aur cricket kam dikhne lagega. Jab baahar friends ke saath jaaoge, tab time pe ceiling laga rahega .Aur 90 se zyaada speed mein drive karthe waqt tum sochne lagogi ki thoda carefully chalana chahiye kyunki ghar mein koi hain jo tumhaara wait karrahin hogi" he stopped thoughtfully

samrat listening to him was also thoughtful but worried. Mayank came out of his thoughts and catching the worry on samrats face ,continued,

" samrat," samrat met his eyes," shaadi ke baad koi hota hain jisko tumhaare har chote bade chhez se farak padtha hain. Jiske saath tum din ke saare khushi aur tensions bolsakthe ho. Aur share karthe hi tumhe saare tensions silly lagne lagthe hain. Shaadi ke baad pyaar bhi badal jaatha hain "

"lekin mayank chashmish tho mujhse pyaar ab bhi karthi hain...mujhe pehle se shaadi mein koi belief nahin hain mayank. shaadi se kya farak.."

"pata nahin kyun par farak definitely hain . Jo pyaar tum apne girlfriend se karthe ho ya wo jo tumhaari girlfriend tumhaare liye feel karthi hain wo alag hain, aur jo husband wife ke beech hota hain wo...ek saath , ek waada, ek partnership hain. Kabhi dosthi hain tho kabhi romance hain. Ek vishwaas hain samrat ki hum kisikeliye duniya ki barabar hain "

"mayank..." nupur screamed. Both the guys were shaken out of their conversation. Mayank went to the kitchen quickly with the bags, samrat following him.

kitchen

mayank walked in to find nupur smelling some dish. Gunjan making tea.

"mayank yeh dekho yeh biriyani kitni achhe se khusboo aarahin hain. Chakke batao kaise hain"

he ate it from the spoon that she held out to him," its perfect nupur. Tumne yeh kab banaya?"

"maine nahin, amba ne"

"kya? kab? Phir tum uspe gussa kyun thi?" he asked swallowing it

"kyunki usne kahaan ki wo shaam ko nahin aayegi." she said tasting the dish approvingly

"uska kaam hogaya tha na, tho wo nahin bhi aathi tho kya hotha ? Tum bhi na nupur!!" he dropped the bags THUD on the floor and gave her an annoyed look and continued in his lecturing voice," tumhe apne anger ko control karna chahiye.gussa kisikeliye teek nahin" his voice raising

samrat and gunjan looked at them exchanging glances.

"ulta chor kotwaal ko daante. Pehle tum apne gusse ke baare mein socho " she screamed back. he gave her a dirty look but before he could reply," mera mood waise hi kharab tha mayank. rohan aur ash dono ka mood kharab tha aur mere saath padne nahin aaye kyunki aaj rohan ke behen aayi thi..."

"kya? Ria wapas aagyi?" mayank asked immediately

nupur looked at him , he seemd to her eyes enthusiastic," tum usse jaanthe ho?"

"Ria agayi?" samrat chipped in," mayank dude tumne mujhe bataya nahin" he added impishly,"of course jaantha hain. Wo tho mayank ki favourite student hain!"

"samrat!" gunjan stopped him and passing everyone the tea cups ," di ab please chalo na.." and pulled nupur who was looking suspiciously at mayank.

Mayank glared at samrat who grinned and said " shaadi na mayank ek continuous fight hain"

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hi everyone,thanks for the vote of confidence, likes and replies.
hope this was ok

loved it
specially the thoughts of mayank on marriage and samrats little worry ...

loved it

and finally theyre back to normal...loved the sayank conversation...especially loved what mayank said about marriage...its a huge adjustment but its worth it...and of course mayank loves to get overly romantic with his words only when he has to pacify nupur 😆...these 2 can never get over their battle of words...i hope they have their fair share of good moments too 😊...but i like your writing precisely because you dont overdo it and all the characters are always in character 😊

it was beautiful...loved the convo between mayank and samrat...plz continue soon...plz pm me and add me to ur buddy list😊

nice update..

lovely updt
loved saynak thought's about marriage
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