Ss Take My Breath Away, Chapter 7, Pg 34, 1st Aug - Page 6

Originally posted by: vahgar

Hey Tinks, loving this new version of Dutta and Nakku...and love our Baaji...looking forward to the next update.

Originally posted by: scorpio10

Its their IQ that fascinates me ... and when they in their uniform , they are irresistible

I told agree Boys are more fun mates ...

Chapter Three

Too Much, Too Soon!

It was silent, I stayed still for a while and looked left and right allowing my hearing to act as my eyes to notice if there was anyone else in the flat apart from me. I was so badly wishing that I would wake up and find myself alone, in fact I think I was desperate in wishing that I had the whole place to myself.

It had all been wrong since I came here! What should have felt like heaven had turned out to be in actual fact hell! With nobody to talk to or nobody to vent my anger out on, it was driving me mad, there was only so much I could take!

Ten minutes with those good-for-nothing fools felt like ten long hours. I was on the verge of going crazy, they had no order, no value for time or place for that matter, considering the status of their residence which was appalling - well actually appalling would be an understatement, but for now that was all my poor brain cells would allow me to distinguish there filthy mess as.

To savour this moment of peace, I went to my room and strolled through my bag to find out the date and time for my medical, and see what date my appointment was fixed for. I wouldn't be able to fly without holding a medical certificate which could only be given by a Doctor that was provided by the Flying Club to examine its students on-site. My membership card for the club was also in it's preparation stages, which I was supposed to have applied for a while back, but it didn't matter I suppose, I wasn't in any rush.

This day had a rather settled feeling about it, like I think I could actually brace myself for a good mood today. Oops, looks like I had better hold onto that thought, my Mum was calling me! Not that when somebody's Mum calls it's meant as a bad thing, but whenever my Mum called in the morning then that definitely meant something was up! All of a sudden my Rocky ring tone didn't seem so motivating to me anymore, I groaned out loud before answering.

"Hello, Mum?" I answered, and dodged the phone between my shoulder and ear so that both my hands were free to let me help myself to a cup of coffee during our conversation. The reply on the other side of the phone wasn't particularly the one that I was looking for, as I heard my Mum go on and on and on, and on. I rolled my eyes, "Mum, god will you just let me speak!" Of course she would, not. How typical of her, whatever happen to those lovey dovey Bollywood Mothers, 'beta tu theek se pohanch gaye na', 'tujhe ghar ki yaad to nahin sata rahi', but no - our family's traits don't so much as even come under the shadow of those filmy over-sensitive Mothers! Entertainment? Probably; yeah, but picture perfect - not a chance!

"No! I won't and that's it!" I shouted back, if she wasn't going to listen to what I have to say, then I don't see why I should be listening to anything she's saying to me, "why?" I repeated after her, are you seriously asking me that, "because I said so!" And she says, it's not good enough that I say so, then why bother asking me in the first place! "I'm not marrying him Mum, and I already told Dad that, so why are you pressurising me!" Yes yes, then it's followed by the all-time famous lines. 'Your Dad's to blame for all this, he's the one that's given you too much lease that your own Mum's not good enough to make the decisions for you' crap was being blasted on my poor eardrum! "No! Have you seen him! He's a number one flirt, he's at every club with almost every girl from our family Mum, and you still think that's he's decent!"

Was she for real, what does it take for these women to listen, I tell her that this boy isn't good, and she doesn't want to believe it, but a few bragging in-society old hags tell her the same old cliched line 'the boy is a gem I tell you' and bang! that's it all of a sudden the boy's as good as bathed in the River Ganges and free of all his sins, why do the Mothers always believe others and not their own, or maybe it's just mine.

"Fine, mm-hmm, uh-huh. Yeah, okay. Fine. I'll look at it and that's it, but I'm not promising anything," so she wants me to look at his picture, I had to agree; I'd had bad couple of days here already, I didn't need anymore, and at least it'll buy me time from my Mum's consistent blabbering, if anything.

She doesn't believe that I'm talking about the same boy, she says that if I don't go clubbing then how could I possibly know who he is; how about all the girls that he plays! for an answer. And anyway people like spreading things about good people, you mustn't believe what everyone says - were her final words, she actually thinks I'll change my mind, well I had to convince her that I'll at least think about it. "Yes, okay, how's Dad?" I asked before she decided to hang up, followed by another complaint about my Dad's age old habits. I mean seriously they've lived with each other like forever, okay so not forever, but that many years is as good a substitute for the word, but yet she never stops complaining about him, and him her, but he does it in a more secretive and funny way, which I can't help but giggle at, but my Mum seems to think that I'm always on his side in that respect. "So is Dad alright or not then?" I questioned again, reminding her that she went off in a tangent of complaints for no apparent reason. Yeah yeah he's fine she says back, so much for a break down huh, "alright Mum I've gotta go" I said not being able to hear anymore of her carrying on, "yeah Mum I'm alright" I said rolling my eyes in a so and so way, like the 'how are you' part usually comes at the beginning of a conversation, but trust my Mum to have it backwards! "Okay, bye" thank god, how do I make this lady understand that our relatives don't give a damn if I get a decent rishta, they're just waiting for someone in our household to trip up so they can point their crooked little fingers in accusation for the simple fact that they need something to do for their pass time.

Man my Mum is a hand full when it comes to shedding light on situations, but when she's on your side, damn she puts up a hell of a fight, but with my fate she's hardly ever on my side. Anyways back to my coffee that's probably freezing cold by now, what did I have to do to get a moment's peace these days!

Just as I'd sat back and rested my head against the sofa, bang! The door had flung open again, who the heck was it this time, for a second I wondered if I should be prepared with my red Louboutin's again, but to my surprise it was a girl this time, well this was good! I think. I was in a weird way desperately wanting to like her already. She had a key, which told me that chances were high for her to be my room mate and Agony Aunt without choice at the same time, or perhaps an ally would be a better word.

"Sheesh!" was her first words. Okay so that wasn't exactly what I was expecting. "Man it's hot outside" she huffed leaving her overweight baggage near the door and slouching onto the sofa on the far side of me. She weren't even the least bit surprised to see me there, didn't she at least get curious of who I was, 'cause I sure was curious for not receiving an introduction.

"Erm, hi - I'm Nakusha, your new roommate" I introduced instead, not able to keep patient enough.

"Hey" she said back casually, "excuse my laziness but I'm just so knackered that I don't think I've even got the energy to take myself to my bedroom" she exclaimed, "seriously the heat today has brought me close to suicide!"

"Yeah no doubt that it's hot, erm, by the way are you Madhu?" I finally asked.

"Too right I'm Madhu" she yelped with a sudden outburst of energy for someone who was simply too tired to take her own name just a minute ago, "do you honestly think anyone else could last this long with those two disasters."

"I suppose you do have a point" I mumbled aloud obliviously taking a sip of my luke warm coffee.

"I take it you've met in a rather interesting way then?" she said in question, and all of a sudden interested in the full story, "tell me, who did you meet first?" she asked moving forward eagerly flinging her sandals off in an unorthodox manner, and throwing her legs over onto the sofa.

I watched in surprise, I couldn't believe how similar she was already to those two idiots, her manner was very unladylike you could say, "let's just say it wasn't exactly a bucket full of roses."

"That must've meant you met Dutta first then!" she said with that excited tone again, I found it impossible to wonder what could be so intriguing about meeting that self-obsessed fool. "Was he making out with someone?"

"Ew god no!" I reacted instantly, "why - is that how most of the other tenants had their first meeting with him?" I asked back simultaneously with disbelief.

She laughed it off, and agreed, "hell yeah. Dutta's always been a sweetheart to me though, so never looks at me in that way, but he is a little abrupt when it comes to meeting people, although'" she paused as her eyes trailed over my face in confusion, "he doesn't usually come across as rude to good looking girls, and you seem pretty gorgeous to me" she added unexpectedly, making me roll my eyes in uncertainty and wanting to head back to my coffee instead.

"Yeah I highly doubt that," my voice lingered with intent sarcasm.

"No! I'm serious, Dutta is a sucker for chicks believe me," and this time her nose and lips twitched like she wanted to say something offencive about me, "but I guess you do need to do something to get yourself noticed" she said like she was doing me a favour.

"Oh god pur-leese!" I wanted to throw up, "noticed and that too by that bloody drunkard idiot! Thanks, but no thanks!" I offered within seconds.

"Are you trying to tell me that you don't find him at the least bit attractive?" she asked back in shock, like I was insane or something.

"No!" I protested bulging my eyes out for extra effect, and then she looked at me like I was so bad at lying, "What?" Her stare didn't shift, "fine, he's sort of cute," I admitted as I watched her smile slip up and quit her attempt of posing as a wax model, "but-and that's a big but, that doesn't mean I wanna drool over him alright" I clarified pointing a finger, indicated as a warning.

She held her two hands up like she was ready to take an oath, "okay, whatever you say, that's fine by me, but I just wanted to know the truth that's all. And hey, what about his friend, have you met him?" Her tone seemed slightly serious now like she was wary of something, and sought some sort of approval of some kind as her voice arrayed more concern than before.

"Who, that guy Baji?" I said back unsure.

"Yeah him, did you meet him; what did you think of him; you didn't find him cute or anything did you?" she asked all at the same time pretty curiously.

Right, so that's what it was, this was so obvious, I could see exactly where her interests lay, "your man's in safe hands don't worry" I nodded, "but honestly I have to ask - does he know that you like him?"

"You know; I have no idea, it's like I try to spell it out to him literally every single day, but the guy just doesn't get it you know" she answered without delay, she wasn't the slight bit hesitant about opening up to me, she was clearly confident about making him hers. She was a pretty girl too, blessed with these huge pair of eyes, a side parting with layers framing her face with compliments, complexion slightly tanned, high cheekbones, slim as a ramp model and fairly tall, great dress sense and boasting with character - this was all very rare to find in one package. What was that guy waiting for? I really did find myself beginning to wonder.

"I mean I don't know what's left, sometimes I feel that I should just throw myself at him!" She said breaking through my thoughts that were busy analysing her traits, with a disruptive whoosh of her hand.

"Oh god" I gasped without thinking, "you do not wanna do that - believe me!" I strongly advised. She was insane, my doubts about her were confirmed; living with these guys had gotten to her head, and she had almost forgotten herself that she is a lady! She needed help, big time.

"Why not?" she shrugged like it didn't matter that a girl could make herself so openly available to a guy. "Guys run after girls all the time, what difference would it make if a girl runs after a guy for a change?"

My question was, did I really need to answer that? Sure girls were flipping over hot guys day in and day out, but never did it ever say anywhere that a girl should be too free and open to all options before a guy. That was the first sign that broke all rules for a lady to get any attention from the guy she liked. Running after him like a mosquito flew around a fresh pile of crap was sure to work as a repellent rather than a cure, of course the guy won't notice you. Men are weirdo's! They have this thing that when a good-looking girl ignores them, they tend to make all ends of the earth meet in trying to get that single girl's attention, but if you became the fifty percent off sale price and offer yourself at a reduced price, then chances are they won't even look at you twice, 'cause men don't like going for cheaper things in the long run.

"Because!" I moved closer in eagerness too determined to make her see the 'light'. "Men are from Mars and women are from Venus."

"Ri-ight" she said stretching the word in two syllables and consenting her head in slow motion. She still didn't get it! "So how does that like help my situation?"

"Oh God Madhu!" This girl was unbelievable, I had to literally spell it out. "Can't you see, and don't you know that guys don't speak the same language as us!"

Her face turned into an awkwardly confused look, "that's funny, me and Baji seem to understand each other pretty well."

If only I had a book in my hand, I was in the right mind to smack her over the head with it, "Jesus man, did Cupid shoot a flipping arrow into you arse one night or something?!" I attacked.

"No" she answered wondering if she should be replying to that question at all but found herself answering it anyway.

"Give me permission to whack you over the head with something hard" I gritted through my teeth.

"Erm ok-kay, will it bring Baji's attention more on me?"

"Your a hopeless case girl" I put forward my conclusion, "I rest my case man, your heart is soaring into the high skies somewhere advertising Baji's name on a big red banner all over the world like the film4 advert" I sat back in defeat.

"I knooow, and you're right, but I can't help it" she cried throwing her head back, "I love him" she informed back hopelessly sighing into thin air.

"I can see" I sympathised, "you're hopelessly devoted to him," for a second I wanted to actually sing the song from Grease; and imagining her sitting in Frenchie's garden during the sleepover and singing into that pathetic baby paddling pool - wow - what a sight I amused at her expense. Her face looked like a puppy dog's face, begging to take on pity from the world.

"Hey" she lit up, and faced me with a re-vitalised idea springing up in her head, "there's a party tonight, wanna come?"

"Nah, I think I'll give it a miss, I can't be asked" I said showing her my tired natured attitude. She of course prior to my response concerned for more details for knowing 'why', and I in return provided her with the whole break down to crossing the T's and dotting the I's, all the while she had laughed at every one of my helpless encounters with them two, and then finally stopping at the point where I had the conversation with my Mum - who had suddenly turned into the villain of my life and wanted to force me into marrying the good guy, who was in actual fact the bad guy.

"Wow I like the sound of that, you think he'll be interested in me?" Now I was baffled, I thought she was head over heels for Baji, so how did she become so available again, please someone remind me. Her answer to this was, that until he came to terms with the realisation that his true love awaited him at his very bedroom door, it would be okay to swim around and enjoy the caviar on the expense of other fish meanwhile! What an excuse!

"That ain't true love" I disagreed.

"Oh my god Nakusha'."

"It's Naku" I prompted, as I slouched back pretty miserably.

"Naku then" she corrected in a very obvious manner, "don't you know that guys get jealous when their good looking female friends" she made a hand gesture toward herself, as though she was posing for a magazine shoot, "meaning - moi" she battered her lashes with stiffened posture for final introduction, "starts to spend less time hanging around" she quoted with her fingers, "with them and offers more time to her new good looking - in other words a godsend from the heavens come male friend, and all the whole time throwing the most popular claim of the 'we're just good friend's' statement crap, which always happens to get the attention of the one guy who has the potential to be a girl's one true love" she fantasised clasping her hands together in joy.

"So you're saying that you wanna use my prospective fiance as a pimp to grab the attention of Baji!"

"Hell yeah" she cheered with excitement.

"You're crazy" was all I could say, "but you're getting the hang of it."

"And you're in luck" she said getting up and dragging me along with her, "come-on lemme give you a make-over."

"I don't need a bloody make-over!" I fought back, "and remind me the part where you said you wanted to hit on my yet-be-fiance again, 'cause I don't remember hearing the part where it involves me" I sulked deliberately.

"Stop being such a grandma who wants to stay at home with her flipping knitting ball, get out and mingle with the hot and sizzling Pilot's out there, and let me take care of the player sent by your mother" she offered with her mischievous ways. "Oh hang on a sec," she stopped as she discovered a new problem that was yet unsolved in her mind. No doubt she'll have the answer for that soon enough too. "You're not seeing anyone are you?"

I let out a pathetic shriek like wasn't that obvious, "of course I'm not. If I was do you think my Mum would be fishing around for boys" I remarked.

"Well in that case girl, eat your heart out, because take it from me babe you'll be spoilt rotten for choice" she flirted with her words.

My eyes widened at her expressions, "if you're saying so don't convince me enough, I'm sure you'll find other ways" I fitted in for her before she could say another word.

What would I do sitting indoors anyway, I may as well tag along and get to know some new people, make new friends and stuff. Besides she did have a point, if I turned up home during Christmas holidays claiming that I've met a sizzling' okay so not the sizzling part being mentioned to my parents, but a great person, good looking, tall: obviously smart otherwise he wouldn't be a Pilot clearly, and earning a tremendously high income, my Mum could hardly complain about an eligible alternative. It was in the least of my surprises a fantastic idea, why not? Was my last thoughts, before I ran off to get ready for the outdoor barbecue.

Casual denim-washed three quarter-lengths, a pale yellow sleeveless vest top, and a denim jacket, just in case it got windy. I always needed to wear something over my immediate clothes, out of simple habit. The night was pretty stuffy and I could not be asked to wear any make-up, I tied my scruffy hair into a messy bun which looked more like a hairstyle that probably went without a name I figured.

Madhu came out with a simple red yet fitted vest top, and white peddle pushers, with flip-flops; very summery. "Ready" she asked, giving half-hearted approval to my look, my brows rose up an inch in agreement, and without trying to offend me she lead the way.

Would anyone believe that I'd just met her, she was unreal, of course very real, but yet strangely unreal. I was in love with her already, she was just oozing with character that was waiting to show itself off. Maybe I could do with a few tips from her after all.

update please dewani ki update dedo

nice part

Originally posted by: tamanna1391

update please dewani ki update dedo

Originally posted by: uwith

nice UD madhu & naku finally met 😊regards uvi

Originally posted by: aamirkhanfan

nice part

love the character of madhu

Chapter 1..😃

Yay tink, finally got round to reading and reviewing your 1st update... 😆lol...i remember u PMed me the 1st three chapters bt i stil never got round 2 reading them, im sorri. 😳but it was a gr8 update. 👍🏼so naku has started taking her lessons 2 ride an aircraft...wow she's very ambitious... i loved hw u described her feelings on the 1st day in so much detail... and aww her dad n bro wer there 2 giv her moral support..i suppose evry1 at sum point in life goes through these feelings...1st day at school... 1st day at work...etc...1st days r always nerve wrecking, and no matter hw much the ppl around u try n make u relaxed nothing works...n u do feel "free" by the end of the day... cos the 1st day 4 sum strange reason always feels extra long😕...i knw it did 4 me at various times, even like my 1st day at high school i felt it dragged n i was like damn hw am i gna spend my 5 yrs here, bt after a bit i settled in n those 5 yrs jus flew by. 😳