Two years later....
Breeze was moving gently and her hairs were moving with them....Nupur was sitting on the window with her back resting on the window pane....A strong breeze took her to her past....
It was raining heavily when she left the house.....her suit was stuck to her body....nothing was clearly visible to her as raindrops were entering into her eyes......
Somehow she gained some courage and rang the bell of a house.....Gunjan came out.....
Gunjan hugged Nupur and welcomed her inside....Nupur was moving slowly dragging her bag when she felt everything moving in front of her eyes and in a moment she lied flat on the floor....
"O madam ji...kin khayaalon mein khoyi ho" Gunjan shook Nupur and she came to the reality....
"Khushi ki dress acchi lag rahi hai na" Gunjan showed a baby to Nupur....
Nupur turned her face to the other side "Maine kaha hai na....isse mere saamne mat laya kar...mujhe bacche pasand nahin hain"
Gunjan didn't uttered a single word because she knew what Nupur must be feeling but she always try so that Nupur can forget her past and accept the reality...
With this a whole bunch of small kids rushed inside the room, shouting "Didi"
"O o sambhal kar, kisi ko lag na jaaye" Gunjan said
Nupur moved her face towards all the kids, thought something and then she moved out of the room....
Gunjan could see her pain which she was trying to hide from her....
As Nupur left, a girl entered "Gunjan Didi, Nupur Didi ko office mein baithna hoga, aaj wo donation ke liye Mr. Singhania aayenge.....
Gunjan gave Khushi to the girl and said "Mere khayal se Nupur nahin jaa paayegi par main dekhti hoon...meeting kitne baje hai?"
"Didi, ek ghante mein" she replied...
Nupur moved to her room which was painted in shades of cream and yellow, very less stuff, a single bed and a table and a pile of books over it, neat and tidy.
Nupur pulled the chair and opened a book, she would have vaguely read a two or three lines and then she closed the book, her eyes were wet, she took a deep breath and then again opened the book to read it.....
A black Honda City stopped in front of "S.M.I.L.E.S"
A person dressed in black suit stepped down, confident personality, looking a calculated businessman, he moved towards the cabin of Manager of "S.M.I.L.E.S"
"Welcome, Mr. Singhania" Gunjan stood up from the chair to welcome him....
"Hello, Ms....." He forwarded his hand to shake hands
"Gunjan Agrawal.....Nice to meet you" Gunjan replied back....
"Mujhe pata chala aapka NGO chote bacchon ke liye bohot kaam karta hai. So main bhi aapki madad karna chahta hoon iss naek kaam mein" he answered
"Ye toh bohot acchi baat hai....aap dekhna chahenge humaara NGO" Gunjan replied
"Sure"
And then both of them got up and moved towards the playground......
Gunjan showed him the whole campus, their working process and everything....
On reaching back to the cabin, he signed a cheque and handed over it to Gunjan and left from there.....
Back to his car he searched a number in the phonebook of his mobile and called the number titled "Samrat"
Ok so ye duniya ki sabse choti update hogi haina.....gussa aa raha hai....par shayad ab aap khush honge ek khabar sunkar, I am coming back to my home on 22 issliye abhi mujhe jaakar packing karni hai issliye update chota hai.....ab hum shayad ghar pohonch kar hi milein....me too excited....sorry for the short update.....Do comment
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