MayUr FF - The Blossoming Magic || Part 18 - Pg 92 - Page 8

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Chapter# 3

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"bhai, utho, training pe nahi jana hai", gunjan was constantly slamming his door and mayank was trying hard to gain senses, "uth gaya hon", he spoke as her slamming was getting vigorous, "jaldi karo, main tumhara breakfast bana rahi hon,", she announced and mayank dragged himself out of the bed.

He quickly dressed up, as he was really getting late, his training sessions started at 9 and it was already 8.30.

Mayank had graduated in business administration this year, and thankfully he had got his job last month, but it was a training session that was mandatory for all the employees.

He rushed down the stairs, wearing his wrist watch and gunjan was already waiting for him on the breakfast table, "aj phir late uthey na!", she strictly said, placing the mug of coffee in front of him, "sorry gunjan, tumahin pata tu hai k bus yeh ik kaam mujh se nahi hota, baqi tu.."

"wohi tu!, itney brilliant student ho, top karte ho, bus subha utha nahi jata hai tumse!, tumhain di se kuch sekhna chaiye, itni subha utthi hai" she said munching apple and mayank's heart lost it's beat for a second.

"acha mom dad kahan hain?

"wo dono hamare kisi door k relative ki shaadi main gaye hain, kal subha ayen gey!", she said dramatically and mayank chuckled.

"gunjan tum kia raat ko keh rahi thi, tum kuch sad thi", he tried to say normally,. "raat ko!, haan wo di ki waja se kuch sad thi, per di ne mujhe soney se pehle ik sms kiya aur bus merey cherey pe smile a gayi, I just love her!, she is so amazing I tell u bhai",

Mayank was quietly sipping coffee, listening to gunjan, he was very used to listen to nupur's praises, and this always made him very curious to know her, "ok gunjan, main chalta hon!, bye, darwaza thek se lock kar lo", he softly ruffled her hair and gunjan smiled and followed him till the gate.

"gunjan tum ghr pe akeli ho ..agr koi problem ho tu..

"pata hai,,tumhain phone kar lon gi, jao ab, late ho rahe ho", she pushed him in the car and drove out of the home and kept on standing on the road, until gunjan closed the gate and locked it.

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Gunjan had decided for a movie with nupur, but as now she had to drop it because she knew mayank won't allow her to step out of home as her mom dad were not in town. She picked up her cell phone and called nupur,

"kia hua gunjan, abhi tak ayi nahi?", nupur who was waiting for gunjan asked her, "di!!, aj possible nahi ho sake ga!, mom dad kisi shaadi pe out of town chaley agye hain aur tumhain bhai ka tu pata hai!", she whined and nupur was at a loss of words

"kia pata hai gunjan?", she said controlling her blush. , "yehi k main aj ghr pe akeli hon aur bhai mujhe bahir jane nahi de ga!, is liye main ne pocha bhi nahi, pata tu hai tumhain k kitna protective hai", she said and nupur smiled. This was one quality she loved about mayank, his protectiveness, gunjan frequently used to tell her about how strict he was as a brother and it always used to increase his respect in her heart.

"tu ye tu achi baat hai na gunjan, unhain bhi tension hoti hogi k wo office main hon aur tum bahir raho ghr se", she softly said, making sure there was no hint of her inner feelings, "pata hai di", gunjan added in a low voice, "tabhi tu argue nahi karti hon, he is the bestest brother in the whole wide world.", she added in glee and nupur smiled at her innocence, "acha chalo gunjan, ab tum nahi a rahi ho tu main tumhari shirt pe embroidery khatam kar deti hon, tum apne farewell pe wohi phen jana"

"are haan!, kitni reh gayi hai di?'

"bus thori si, now bye so I can start"

"ok bye di, love u!",

Gunjan hung up the phone and nupur took out the cloth from the cupboard, It was a skin color shalwar suit and nupur was using red thread for the embroidery. Gunjan always wore western dresses, jeans and skirts, but for the first time on nupur's insistence and her pleading, she had agreed for a eastern dress ' a shalwar suit. Nupur was making it for her from her own hands, she herself was doing the embroidery and even the stitching.

Nupur was busy in this work, when her chachu called her to serve him breakfast, she left it and went in the kitchen and came back after an hour to resume her work.

There were 5 people in the home, excluding her. Her dadi, chachu, chachi and there two kids ' rohan and rahul. Rohan and rahul were twins and a year younger than her.

Nupur's parents had died when she was 15, and today she was living without them for 6 years. A girl, who used to think that she won't be able to survive a minute without her parents, had spent 6 years of her life away from them.

Apparently, she was living in comfort. Her parent's death didn't ruin her life. She was living with her paternal family, a family over which she had a right; it was HER home, but the truth of known to nupur's heart only.

The emptiness, voids, and the feeling of being a stranger was what she experienced every minute after the death of her parents.

Her dadi was a very affectionate woman, and she really loved all her three grand kids equally. Nupur loved her dadi too, but she was very scared of her and that is why she was at a distance from her. Her chachu and chichi were normal people, leading a normal life, where they had to take care of the daughter of their elder brother and bhabhi. They were soft and polite with her, but nupur always noticed the difference in the way they talked to rohan and rahul and the way they talked to her; It was different. Nupur knew it was not deliberate, but the fact that it came from heart, the fact that they tried to maintain equality but were not able too, hurt her more, but she kept quiet.

Rohan and rahul were at their university level, bright students, young smart and intelligent. Normal youngsters, with a bit of fun and sense of responsibility in their life. They also considered nupur as their orphan cousin, who had to live with them because her parents had died. There was no bonding or friend ship between them, and neither did they ever try to. She was just a member of their house, who kept quiet all the time, and never annoyed or interfered in their matters, and to their advantage, a member whom you could ask to do your work at any hour of day.

Nupur had left studies after her graduation, she always felt that it was an extra financial burden on her chachu. When she told her dadi and chachu about her decision of quitting studies, it was welcomed, which pierced her heart more. No one insisted that she should continue. She had taken over responsibility of all the household chores, she felt it was a way through which she could pay back the favors she was taking - shelter and food.

Nupur never kept a grudge against any member of the home, she loved them as their family, and was grateful to them for their favors, but deep down she wanted her own family, her own home, where she could feel that she was not a forced member, where she could say it was HER house, with full authority and right.

Gunjan was her very darling companion, In form of gunjan she had a shoulder to cry on, but not a heart to share. She mothered gunjan, as she was younger and a bit immature mentally, but her heart always longed for a REAL companion to whom she could pour her problems out, someone who was perfect in his life, someone who didn't had his own problems, someone who could take her away from this home to a place which would be her paradise..and she knew the person her heart pointed too, the person her heart wished to have as a companion.

"mayank", her lips involuntarily spoke his name and in all her havoc of emotions, she pricked her finger with the needle, with blood drops sprouting from her skin and tears trickling down her eyes.