Hey.
I am new to India Forums. Like the gazillion other people out there I love Mayur! They're just too cute. I was just sitting bored one day at home and I decided to write this FanFic. This is my first time at writing any fics, So please bear with me if I make any mistakes. Criticism is always welcome.
So, thank you for reading, please review.
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Chapter 1:
Nupur's POV:
I fiddled idly with my hair as I waited in anticipation for Gunjan to come back home. I was far more than irritated. I overslept in the morning, didn't even eat breakfast, my car ran out of petrol, I was late for work and I missed an important meeting with a source, my boss had nearly fired me and I almost forgot that I had agreed to cook dinner tonight.
Gunjan. My sister. There was no one who was more important to me than her. I would do anything for her. I was'nt over protective of her or anything. It was just that, I had never been closer to anyone in my entire life. Actually, I had. But that was all behind me now. The past.
I frowned. I wondered what was taking Gunjan so long. She was the one who had asked me to cook today and she was'nt even here! I looked at the inviting food at the table and sighed.
My phone vibrated and I stared at the message.
"I've bailed you out of tonight's meeting! You can stay home tonight. Please do. Take some rest, Nupur. You're over-working. Please don't magically appear here. Just stay at home and have some fun with Gunjan. Aditi."
I grinned at the message and immediately replied.
"Thanks Adi. I owe you one. I thought all my plans tonight would get ruined because of that meeting. Thanks! Yeah'I'm waiting for Gunjan to come home. See you on Monday! Nupur."
Aditi was my best friend at work. She was so much like me sometimes that it scared me! We had both joined work at the same time and we became fast friends. We were both interns at the time, but gradually both us made our mark in our own fields and we both became permanent journalists at our newspaper company, 'The Daily Herald'.
Aditi was a sports journalist. It suited her, I guess. She was so obsessed with Cricket and with this job she could go to possibly any Cricket game in the country.
As for me, I found myself in a job that possibly couldn't be better than this! I loved my job! I was doing something that I loved. I was a Movie Critic. With that job I could go to every single movie that ever did release! It was a dream job, and besides, I could get to see movies, whenever I wanted! I was also a freelance writer. Sometimes, I could even take along people for it along with me, most of the times I went alone, but I liked taking Gunjan along. But her job also demanded a lot from her, so she was busy at most times.
She was a school teacher and she taught nursery kids. There was nothing else more perfect for Gunjan. Her whole persona suited the job. And besides, she loved children.
I was brought back to reality by the cruel noise of my doorbell. No, our doorbell.
I shared my apartment with Gunjan. Ever since our dad had passed away a couple years back, we had both decided to move in together. So this was our cozy, yet beautiful apartment.
When the doorbell rang for the second time I snapped out of my reverie and I ran towards the door.
As I opened the door I began to speak.
"Gunjan, what are doing home now? You told me dinner was at 8:00 and now it's 8:45! Do you know how worried I was? Huh? What'"
I was interrupted by a very male chuckle. As I looked beyond Gunjan, her white salwar clad beautiful self, I noticed that Samrat was standing there. He was laughing lightly at my outburst. I could do nothing else but stare at him.
Not that I had'nt seen him before, I had met him barely two weeks ago. It had been one of our college friend's wedding and we had all attended it together. I had met a couple people there. But I was glad he was not there. I shrugged violently to myself, pushing away my previous thoughts.
As I looked up I found that Samrat and Gunjan were staring at me, Gunjan with a frown, and Samrat with a grin.
I asked, "What are you staring at me for?"
"I was just wondering since when the very hospitable and friendly Nupur started forgetting how to invite people in." said Samrat.
I suddenly looked, noticing that both of them were still standing outside the house and I was successfully blocking the doorway.
I blushed violently and beckoned them inside.
Gunjan nodded sweetly and Samrat as usual grinned and strutted inside.
I still stood by the door and watched Samrat and Gunjan, together. Gunjan was trying to organize some report cards and Samrat was amusedly playing with her hair.
The both of them had been going out, steadily, ever since College. It had all seemed so easy back then, but the both of them had had their ups and downs too. But they had got through all of that, and now they were crazily in love with each other.
I sighed awkwardly, realizing that I had been standing in the same spot for the last five minutes staring at them.
I briskly walked towards the both of them flicked away Gunjan's file and nodded.
"Come on, I forgive you. It's okay'That you're late, I mean. Now can you please stop working and can we eat dinner?"
"Yeah Chashmish, I'm hungry too! Let's eat na?" said Samrat.
I looked, wide eyed at Samrat. I didn't know he was coming for dinner. When he stared back I just gave him a fake smile and tried to run over to the kitchen to check on the food but he beat me to that.
"Yummm'This smells amazing Nupur. Did you make all of this? He asked.
I nodded absent-mindedly, my thought's somewhere else.
"Gunjan told me that you probably would'nt have remembered and cooked, But I told her that you would! And see, I was right! You did remember our five year anniversary!!" said Samrat excitedly.
I blinked. And blinked. And blinked. Anniversary? OH GOD! ANNIVERSARY!
"Ohh! Yeah'obviously I remembered Samrat'How could I possibly forget?" I said weirdly, trying to be convincing.
He just smiled happily, while I smiled forcibly. He skipped out of the room screaming 'Chashmish' in his loudest voice, possible.
I could hear Samrat telling her, in excited tones about how I had remembered. I heard Gunjan's quiet footsteps towards the kitchen.
She came in with a broad smile lighting up her already beautiful face.
Out of impulse, I gave her a hug. I don't even know what came over me, but I just felt like doing that.
Ever since we had gotten this apartment and she had found her Samrat, we barely had any time to talk to each other, let alone see each other. It was always, "Di, I'm with Samrat today, I can't make it." Or "Di, I have work."
It's not that I didn't respect Gunjan or that I was jealous of the fact that she was more with Samrat, it was just that'Well'I missed her.
She suddenly pulled away, saying, "Let's go eat."
We set the table and began eating. Samrat practically attacked the food and Gunjan and I watched with horror. We fell into a comfortable conversation during dinner about life, our jobs etc.
As we were nearing the end of dinner, Samrat nudged Gunjan, cleared his throat and said, "I'll keep the dishes inside, Nupur. Why don't you go sit on the couch? I, I mean, We, need to talk to you about something."
I watched in surprise as he grabbed my plate and the rest of dishes away from me and as Gunjan pushed me towards the couch.
I landed on the couch with a loud thump and before I could even question any of their actions Samrat made his entrance, gave me a preppy smile and sat next to Gunjan.
I looked at them, anticipation and sarcasm, evident in my features.
We shared a very awkward eyelock. I was staring at Gunjan, Gunjan at Samrat and Samrat back at me.
I shrugged and moved shiftily, and I said "Umm'you'll seem to be having a starting problem here. So, CAN YOU MOVE ON?"
Gunjan looked very uneasy and so did Samrat.
Samrat cleared his throat and stared right at me. Now, I was beginning to get angry.
"Can you please spit it out? I don't have time for this'Whatever it is just say it!" I said a little louder than necessary.
I thought that would at least shake them up. But Gunjan began to stare at the bookshelf like a couple Oscars were racked there and Samrat continued to stare, batting his eyelashes at me, almost as though, he was trying to convey to me, something, through his eyes.
The silence was killing me. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Aarrrrgghhhh!" I said exasperatedly. "That's it! Thank you, for that! Now if you would please move, I have to-"
"Gunjan and I want to move in together." Said Samrat confidently.
I swallowed my words, and now It was my turn, I guess, to stare. And stare. And stare.
I looked between Samrat and Gunjan. I had no words.
"Are you serious?" I managed to squeak out.
Samrat beamed and Gunjan just nodded.
"Yeah'Today's our anniversary, right? And we decided we should be going somewhere with our relationship so'." Gunjan trailed off'
I just stared. I did'nt know what to do.
Anyone who had been observing my face closely would have realized that my emotions portrayed that I was shocked, at a loss for words and I was in despair.
I was living in denial.
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This is a huge first chapter, I know. It was a bit of a drag, I think.
But please review. Your reviews will help me to decide whether or not I should continue this fic.
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