Big Boss 19: Daily Discussion Thread - Aug 28, 2025
Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai - 28 Aug 2025 EDT
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New concept..
Interesting update with lots of mystery..
Manik in new profession..ha ha 😆 😆
Waiting for next part..
Update soon dear 🥺
Originally posted by: Redcrystal
Hello dear
Nice conceptI didn't read any of your FFSo I don't know how you writeBut after reading thisI think you are a good writerDo continueI want to read moreThanks
Hey
Firstly Congratulations for this new steps...
For new and interesting journey
I would love to follow you...
I guess this story will defineatly gonna be hard to resist...
Cz when prologue is this damakedar I don't know what will come next...
But I m sure I will chew my nails in waiting for updates... Cz that's already get started...
Amazing amazing prologue...
In starting I was thinking that she might be here for rishu...
But dammm she was here for herself...
And that wrist marks that means she tried to harm herself...
Ohh god..!!!! What's the reasons egarly waiting to know ...
Oops doc manik... Hehehe hehehe... How he gonna treat a hard headed nandu...
Must be treat to read...
Please update soon...
Keep smiling
stay blessed
Chapter 1
Mumbai is everything I imagined it to be and everything I never imagine it to be too. Mumbai is like the proverbial elephant being described by five blind men. Everyone feels a tiny bit of it and is convinced that their version of it is the real Mumbai.
It was almost magical. No matter which part of the country you came from, no matter whether you were a foreigner or a native, no matter what you wore or how you spoke, Mumbai quietly understood, accepted and welcomed you into its fold. You felt right at home and you fitted in.
I had given an entrance exam for MBA after my completion in Bachelor's. I think entrance exams are mostly about how one performs on that particular day. Of course, it needs hard work and talent, but largely it also needs luck.
Whatever it was, I was delighted beyond measure when I got an interview call from not one, but four institutes one of which was a well known one in Mumbai! I had also been selected for CUSAT(Cochin University of Science and Technology) . I had never expected to be this lucky. I cleared the group discussion and interviews too. My parents' joy knew no bounds, as they boasted to all relatives about my achievement.
My dad had another surprise for me. He announced that he had got a promotion in his company and had been posted to Mumbai. We would soon be relocating as soon as my final exams were over. And this is how I landed up here. Oh yeah! Actually I am born and brought up in cochin and had my bachelor's in cochin.
On most days, I would leave home at 7.A.M as it took me a about an hour and twenty minutes to get to college. I learnt to manage the commute, in no time at all.
At my new college, everybody went all out to welcome us, the freshmen. The Dean, the Director and two other professors addressed us. They said the usual things that are said on such occasions. They talked about how this was the first step in a new journey, how we would be transformed at the end of the course and how we would lead and take our places in the corporate world They made us feel special and a part of an elite family. After this we took a break for snacks and refreshments. And the day ended usually. I made friends named Jigna, Joseph, Uday.
I heard from both Suvi and Vaibhav. I was delighted to get their letters and be back in touch.
Okay. Confused???!!!
Let me explain.
Suvi is my bestest friend she knows me in and out. She is my savior, my helper, my guide everything. And she knows every damn secret of my life. Even the worse one. Sigh!
Vaibhav and I are... umm.. its complicated. He was with me in school and we both kinda umm..like each other. After school we promised each other to stay in contact through letters as calling was not possible as my strict parents didn't allow me to have mobile. But soon our communication started slowing its pace. So now when I am in Mumbai and I got his letter I was happy. I think now there is no liking from my side. It would be better if we stay friends and on the top of that he doesn't know about HIM.
Looking back I am surprised. Given how conservative, strict and Indian my parents were, they actually allowed me to write letters to a boy, considering the fact that I was not permitted to invite boys home or to visit any boy's house, even if I was with a group of girls. When my gang consisting of four boys and three girls, were going out for a movie and for ice-creams later, after my class 12 Board Exams, I was the only one not permitted to go. Perhaps, they let me write letters as no one would see them whereas going out for a movie or ice creams meant that people would see and they would talk. Typical!
It was around this time that I began to take an active interest in running. I do not know how it started, but suddenly I decided that I would begin jogging. The residential complex I stayed in had a lovely jogging track and I would wake up at 5.00 A.M. and begin my day with a jog. It was invigorating. I felt full of energy and so lively as I began my day. Sights that I would normally not see"newspapers being stacked in piles, ready to be delivered, the milk sachets arriving, people walking their dogs, old people doing yoga in a group in the park"all this greeted me and I looked at it, marveling that there was an entire new morning world' out there, right under my nose something that I had missed earlier.
When I reached college that day, Jigna and Joseph both remarked how charged up I was looking.
Later when we took a break for tea, Joseph took me aside and asked if I had been doing drugs.
"Oh no! I don't even smoke," I said and he laughed at how horrified I looked.
"Come on yaar. It is not as though it is the ultimate sin. You looked kind of manic, this morning." he said.
"It may not be the ultimate sin but it definitely is not for me. Maybe I am looking charged up', as you call it, because I have started jogging."
"Ah-ha! That explains it! It seems you have this store house of energy that you are waiting to unleash."
I began sleeping less and less. On most days I got home by 7.30 P.M or sometimes 8.00. My mother would always have a hot meal ready for me. She felt I was working very hard which I indeed was. After we had our meal together my parents would retire for the night. I would begin studying the books I had borrowed from the Institute library. It was like a whole new door had opened and there was so much to discover.
I began studying seriously. I started to make elaborate notes about everything I read. I felt that if I colour coded them I could remember it better. So I bought a pack of sketch pens and colour pencils. If there was a particular explanation I liked from a Philip Kotler book, I would write it in green. If there was an example which perfectly illustrated what had just been explained I would use an orange sketch pen and write it down. Surprisingly, the more I began writing in colours the more clear things began to become. I was delighted with this secret discovery of mine. It was as though I had suddenly discovered a magic power. The most amazing thing about it was that, the next day or even days after I wrote, I could instantly recall every single word down to the last detail. I had begun seeing words as visuals. I had always been very fast at reading. My verbal ability was one of my strengths which had helped me clear the entrance test, making up for my deficiency with numbers. But now it seemed to have improved three times. I felt like a monster devouring books. I was always hungry. I wanted more and more. This obsession would cost me dearly later. Things have a way of balancing out. But it felt so good and I was so exhilarated with the discovery of this power' that I did not want it to stop. It was almost as though I had a photographic memory. The passages I wrote were so clear in my mind. I could reproduce them almost verbatim. The bonus was that I perfectly understood all of it too. It was not that I was merely reproducing words without comprehending them. I could close my eyes and clearly see the pages and pages of notes I had made in colour. The images were indeed like photographs and I seem to keep clicking mental pictures. What I had not anticipated was running out of film.
Most days I would be studying way past 2.00.A.M. I was so excited at the prospect of studying and learning even more things than I already knew that I just could not sleep. By 5.00.A.M, the next morning, I was up again, back to my jogging track. As I jogged I would recall everything I read the previous night and everything I had made notes about. My notes began increasing rapidly and I filed them neatly. Sometimes in the margins I drew pictures that would help me remember what I had read. I made acronyms which would help me in recalling almost all the points that explained a particular concept. Perhaps it was a way of exorcising HIS memories or perhaps it was my enthusiasm to excel which made me work so hard, I don't know. Whatever it was, it seemed to be propelling me forward and pushing me to work harder and harder.
My stamina began to improve dramatically. I could jog great distances without going out of breath. I was no longer satisfied with slow jogging. I started practising sprints. One morning I wanted to see how fast I could run. I wanted to measure the distance and I had no measuring tape. My watch had a stop-watch function and I timed myself. When I finished I was astonished to see that I could run 100 metres in about 13.8 seconds. I was certain that it was close to the national record. This discovery gave me such a thrill that I just could not keep quiet about it.
When I came home I told my parents about it. My mother said "I think you should stop this jogging of yours. Look at you. You have become so thin. You look like someone who escaped from a concentration camp."
I was irritated with my mother but I chose to keep quiet. Afterwards, I looked at myself in a full length mirror. My mother did have a point. I was shocked to see how thin I had become. But I consoled myself saying one could never be too thin or too rich.
Later, when I met my friends I could not contain my discovery about my running speed. I told Joseph, Chaya and Jigna about it.
"Hail! Here is India's next P . T . Usha," said Joseph and the others sniggered.
"Come on guys. Time me. I will prove it," I said.
A lot of people had gathered to watch the challenge. I was certain I could do it. Joseph had measured the 100 metre distance in the open quadrangle of the Institute and set the starting and finishing marks. Jigna was at the start. She said "Ready, steady and go" and I sprinted.
I completed it in 13.8 seconds.
"Arre. Yeh sach mein P.T. Usha nikli boss!" Joseph exclaimed.
I walked up to Joseph and said in a quiet voice, "Don' t ever f**king doubt what I say in future? Got it?" There was an edge in my voice which was alien to me. I had no idea why I was seething and aggressive. It was as though I wanted to strike him. I could suddenly see the concern and slight fear in his eyes. Everybody was quiet. It seemed very funny and I started laughing uncontrollably. There was silence for a fraction of a second and then all of them joined in the laughter and the moment passed off as a joke. But I sensed something in me close to snapping at that point in time. But as was my usual way, I brushed it aside.
I.T or information technology was one of the subjects in the course. We had an exam coming up soon. I studied like a maniac. I had made extensive notes again in colour. When the results came out a week later, I had topped the class. I had scored a ninety eight out of hundred. The person who came second was Uday and he had scored only seventy six. The Faculty who taught the course was very impressed with me. But I was far from happy. I kept looking at the paper and kept getting angry that I had lost two marks. It was as if I was possessed by a spirit of perfection.
"I like your attitude. Very well done," said Sushil Mehra, the faculty for the course. He was very young and everybody called him Sushil.
"But Sushil, I was expecting a centum," I said, the disappointment showing in my voice.
"Next time, Nandini," he smiled.
There was to be no next time. This was the zenith, the pinnacle. There would be more mountains to climb but of a different kind. But to climb those I had to descend first.
At a Distance
Somewhere in a cabin a guy was sitting resting his head back on the chair as if trying to calm himself. He looked so hot and sexy even with a frown on his face. I wonder how killing he would look if he smiles. It was a lavish cabin almost like a king size living room. There was a big semicircle shape table on a side where the guy is sitting on a chair and at the other side of the room there was huge "L" shape sofa.
Behind the table there was a trophy case bulging out of the wall. It had numerous trophies that stated the achievement and success of the owner of the cabin. To the left of that, was a cupboard having glass door. Through which you can see n number of syrup bottles, antibiotic tube and tablet packets. The right to the table had a small refrigerator that is probably used to keep the medicines that are bound to stay at a cold place.
On the table desk, it had a laptop along with a glass of water. Beside there was a stethoscope and a coat that usually is worn by the doctors. Okay so the cabin is of a doctor. Wait there will be a name plate on the desk. Ya I got it, DR. MANIK MALHOTRA. Oh so the name of the sexy guy is Manik.
A boy barges in the cabin and sighs seeing Manik sitting on the chair. All Lost!
"U still think of her" the boy who entered said.
"I never stopped cabir.! U should know by now" Manik replied still closed eyes.
Cabir sighs as it is a routine of him to stay lost in HER thoughts.
"I saw her today cabir" Manik said still in thoughts. And cabir was shocked to hear it.
To be continued...
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Done Part 1
Now who all think that nandu is a psycho?
Sorry I gave more of nandu but that was needed as I need to tell you how she was and what changes lead her to mental health care
Lastly do read, like and comment.
And do let me know my faults too..
Love
Drashti.
