So here is the firs chapter of my story! I'm really excited to share this story with all of, especially because I was so upset with how things ended with Rahul and Muskaan in DMG. Here is my version of what happened to them after Rahul left for America, and how Muskaan chased after the man of her dreams. Enjoy the first chapter and please do like/comment if you like it!
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Muskaan sat in the busy Mumbai airport, her leg jumping up and down in a mixture of impatience and nervousness. Muskaan didn't like waiting at airports--every bit of it bothered her. The loud people rushing from one terminal to the other, bags bumping into other people, the random slow people that held everyone else up, the food, the wait...nothing was appealing to her one bit. The only thing that made up for it was the actual plane ride itself, when she could request to have the window seat and simply look out the windo win awe, lost in thought about all that the world held.
Unfortunately though, Muskaan hadn't had much of a chance to travel. After med school, it was straight to the hospitals, trying to get an internship somewhere. In the past 10-15 years, the most Muskaan had travelled was between her home town and Mumbai. The last time she had actually been on a plane was when she was fourteen and she and her family went to London for a cousin's wedding. It had been fun, but that was when Muskaan had discovered her hate for airports in general.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" An elderly man stood over her, a kind smile on his face despite the fatigue she saw in his eyes. She wondered what a man her age was doing at the airport, all alone.
"No, not at all. Please, sit down," she gestured to the seat, her leg only stopping its shaking momentarily until he had settled in the seat of the terminal. Muskaan went back to looking out the large windows she had been looking out of before, waiting for the plane to come.
The elderly man look quizzically from Muskaan's shaking leg to the world beyond the windows. "You really want to get on that plane, don't you?"
"Mm?" Muskaan, who had been lost in thought, glanced back at the man. "I just don't like airports. They make me...impatient. So, yeah, I guess I want to get on that plane and get going."
"Ah, I see. Well, I wouldn't mind getting on that plane as soon as I can. My niece just graduated from a college in California--UCLA. I'm quite proud of her. What about you? What's going for you that you just can't wait to get to?"
Muskaan sighed. As kind as this man was, and even though normally she would be all for talking to strangers in airports and getting to know the story behind what they are doing there, she was honestly in no mood to make conversation. She wanted to quietly fume in her nervous and impatient state and question whether or not what she was doing was the right thing or not. She had gotten up at least twice in the last two hours deciding to leave. "I...I'm going to find someone who left me a few months ago. Actually, it's almost been year."
"Ah, someone, huh? Is this someone...special?" The man looked at her expectantly, hoping to get some juicy story out of her. He was a lot like Muskaan, searching for a story behind each person he talked to.
"Yes, yes he is." Muskaan leaned back in the chair, her eyes closing monetarily to see the face of none other than the man she was running to America for: Rahul.
"Well, I do hope that you are victorious in your endeavors. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to use the little boy's room. Save my seat, will you?" He gave Muskaan a quick little wink before stalking over to the bathrooms.
Muskaan nodded at the man, looking after him for a moment before grabbing her small messenger bag. from within the bag, she took out a small stuffed toy--a gift given to her by Rahul. It was as f he had given it to her yesterday, when he had hugged her and told her to forget him, when he had said the doll would be for when she had a child of her own...it broke her heart. He was leaving, and he was telling her there was no hope for them. He just...left. For a reason that could have been solved if they had just sat down and talked more thoroughly about it.
The stuffed toy in her hands had haunted her every moment since Rahul left for America. She would walk the halls of the hospital, everything and anything reminding her of him, and this time it was harder to forget him. It was harder to forget it that she loved him. Any attempts to moving on with her her life had failed miserably. After months of trying to forgot, Muskaan came to conclusions that she could never forget him, that she could never move on from Rahul. He was the one, and he was her's. So, she sought out her friends and attempted to find Rahul's number in America. The conversation she had on the phone had been...and interesting on.
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"Hello?" the person on the other line said into the phone, almost yelling.
Muskaan cringed at the loud yelling, clearing her throat before speaking. "Hi! um..I was looking for Rahul Garewal. May speak with him?"
"And who is calling, may I ask?"
"A...friend."
"Does this friend have a name?"
Muskan hesitated. Was this a good idea? She should hang up..no! She had to do this. "Muskaan. Muskaan Chadda."
She heard some strange noise in the background before the person on the other line spoke. Who even was talking to her? "Muskaan? Oh dear, God, it is absolutely wonderful to speak with you! I've heard quite a lot about you from my grandson--"
"Grandson?"
"Yes, Rahul is my grandson. I'm his Dadi."
"Oh.."
"So why are you calling, dear?"
"I wanted to talk to Rahul. Is he around?"
"Oh, no, honey, he isn't But I can take any message you might have for him."
Shit, Muskaan thought. If he wasn't there now, would she even have the courage to call back? Would she have the courage to answer when he called back? And she couldn't just tell Rahul's Dadi that she was in love with her grandson and pass on the message. That wasn't right.
"Beta, I know..I know about you too. I know he loves you."
It took Muskaan a moment to say anything. "You do? He does? He's told you that much?"
"Muskaan, one thing you need to know about Rahul: he tells me everything. There are no secrets between teh two of us. It's been like that since he was a little boy. Now tell me, what did you want to tell him? I'm not saying any of this to pry, or to be nosy. I just want to help you, beta. I know all the pain the two of you have been through."
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She wasn't sure what it was about Dadi, but something in her voice, the way she talked to her so kindly, ade her spill her heart out. A completely stranger, someone that Rahul had never even mentioned to her, and she just told her everything: how she missed him, how she couldn't get him out of her head, how it was just too hard this time around, how she still loved him. And then, oh so hesitantly, she told Dadi she wanted to come to America to see him.
And that was that. Dadi told her that she knew for a fact that Rahul was still mad about her, that he would give anything to be with her, that he would be ecstatic to see her. But Dadi also told her to keep it a surprise, that not to say anything until she got here. So, after a lot more paperwork than she though necessary, Muskaan got herself transferred to the hospital that Rahul worked with. And that was why she sat in the airport, nervous than ever before.
Suddenly a voice came from the intercom: "Flight 563 to Burbank, California is boarding now. Please get your boarding passes out." Muskaan heaved a sigh, motioned for the man she had been talking to rush back, and boarded the plane.
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