Since Sapna has close to no screen-time on the show itself, I decided to write for her. Add to that, Muskaan's portrayal is absoloutely wonderful, and the character itself is adorable, which makes me wish that she'd have a proper role.This is my first time writing anything, so bear with me. You might find somethings confusing, but I'm trying to develop a plot, and am pretty confused myself too. As well, there is alot of stuff you may find not-to-the-point, but it's just me, trying to get across the story in some fashion. Other characters and events are going to make appearance/take place, for the story to once again, progress, and it'll be boring, but it's needed. Beware, some stuff will bore you to death, but I'll be trying my best.
My only fear, or hope it may be, at the moment, is not to trail off, or get lazy and leave this in the middle of nowhere, but to continue.
If you've got any comments, feedback, or suggestions, please do share them through PM.
A brief word of thanks to Anu (nureat01) and Trins (trina1) who both helped me figure some of the initial stuff out.
Floating in the Blue
Chapter Index:
CH 1, Triggers, PG 1
CH2, Hitler Inc., PG 2
CH3, Yours Truly, Long Awaited, PG 4
CH4, Daylight fantasies, Nighttime dreams, PG4
CH5, Revelations, PG5
CH6, A Bone to Pick, PG5
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Chapter One: Triggers
Shashank sat in his office, studying the file at hand. He had three surgeries to follow-up on today, and it was only 10AM. A knock on the door shook him away from his pre-occupied mind.
'Come in!' He directed at the door.
'Good Morning, Shashank,' said Swapnil, who he'd been waiting for, during the past half an hour. Swapnil Sharma. One of his closest friends, who he'd studied with in college, and now was on the board of directors of Sanjeevani. 'Sorry, I got stuck in traffic.'
'I should have guessed!' Shashank laughed. 'It's only like you, huh?'
'Don't blame me. This city is hell-come-alive, during the rush hours.'
'It's 10, I'd think most people would already be at work, or school!' retorted Shashank, playing along.
'I didn't know we were meeting to discuss my disability to be anywhere at time, Shashank,' he joked, taking a seat.
'Well, what are we here for? You didn't exactly make clear from your call last night.'
Swapnil's usual jolly expression, changed to a much more serious one. Shashank listened closely, as he informed him about important business that had come up in San Francisco, which needed looking after.
'I know this is bad timing, but I don't choose the time for trouble befalling. It's a big mess, and the factory needs to be shut down. I think it'll take quite a bit of time. You know the usual paperwork and legal formalities?' He made himself sound light, yet serious. The master at work, as Shashank knew of it, and he smiled at the memory of good old Swapnil convincing him into something fishy, back in their college days.
'How long will this 'important work' take?'
'Ummm. A few months?' He said casually and slowly trying not to shock Shashank. The reaction however was the one dreaded, but he tried to make amends quickly. 'Only 2-3 months, mind you!'
'Uh. Okay. So, you want to tell me who'll be filling in for your duties, here at Sanjeevani? I wasn't counting on you leaving. Least of all now.' Shashank said, more sober and serious, all of a sudden.
'I've been thinking about that. How about Ayaan?'
'Ayaan? He's coming back? When?' Asked Shashank, taken aback. Swapnil seemed to be on a shocking-spree today, he thought to himself.
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"Day after tomorrow, hopefully. He needs to get working somewhere, so why not here? Sanjeevani is the best place for him to start off, and it could use some other help at the moment as well.'
Swapnil told him of the details, and Shashank listened. They'd need to call a board meeting for this, to get opinion and inform all of the other members, about this new development. They talked for a bit, before Swapnil left his office, and Shashank sat in silence once again, with only the PA system's call for all interns, echoing in the room. So, Swapnil's son, Ayaan Sharma was coming back. Shashank remembered him as a little boy, energetic and naughty, always out-of-control, hard for his parents to handle. Anjali and Riddhima had been the best of friends with him back then, but he doubted they'd remember now. Anyways, this was Ayaan Sharma, returning from France, not a child anymore, but twenty three years old. He looked forward to seeing him back, just with the weight of Swapnil's responsibilities on his shoulders too.
Channel V Dil Dosti Dance
Arjun
