Chapter 4
Angrily he approached Samrat, and as Samrat saw him coming, he hid what was in his hand behind him.
"Samrat show it to me." Mayank demanded.
"Mayank it's nothing."
'I said show it to me!"
Samrat gave up, putting put his hands.
"Is that dru-?
Samrat didn't say anything.
"Are you crazy? What do you think you were doing?" Mayank wanted an explanation.
"Mayank please don't tell anyone. Please."
It was hard for Mayank to believe what he was actually seeing, and he have had enough of Samrats nonsense. He was trying so hard to change him, to change his bad habits of hanging out with wrong people. But what was the point? Now he was becoming like them. Taking drugs? What was wrong with him? Mayank knew he had to get an adult involve.
"Please Mayank." Samrat blocked his way.
"Samrat move."
"First promise me you won't tell anyone about this."
"Where did you get that from?"
"Someone sold it to me at school."
"You know how dangerous that is?"
"I said I was sorry. I promise I'll throw it away right now, and would never do it again. Please don't tell anyone."
Just when Mayank was going to say something, Nupur came.
"What are you two doing here?"
"That's none of your business," Samrat said in an annoyed tone.
"I wasn't asking you, I asked Mayank."
"Nothing Nupur, Samrat was just getting tired of sitting inside, that's why he came out here."
Samrat felt relieve. If Mayank had told Nupur, this news would spread to his mother as if it was some kind of hot media news.
"Did you get your answer? Now get lost!" Samrat shouted.
Nupur was hurt, but only Mayank sensed that. He hated Samrat for talking to her that way. How dare he say that to her? Only if he understood how much she cared for him, what a great sister she was. What could be the big reason for hating her so much? Or pretending to hate her, and fight people who looked her in a wrong way, and say things about her. Understanding Samrat was difficult.
"Nupur he didn't mean-"
"It's ok. I'll leave you two alone," she said nicely to him and left. Mayank glared at Samrat.
"What?" he said as if he didn't know what just happened.
'Say sorry to her."
"Are you insane? No way!"
"Don't say sorry to her, and I will make sure your mother finds out about this."
"I can't believe you. Are you on her side or mines?"
Mayank smiled sarcastically, "Hers."
"Ugh." Samrat said leaving him behind.
"It's your choice." Mayank called after him.
The rest of the train ride as quite; no one said a single word. Nupur continued writing in her diary, while Mayank looked out the window and stole glances of her without having her realize it. On the other hand, Samrat was thinking of ways to say sorry to her; it wasn't going to be easy for him.
By the time they reached Shimla, it was late afternoon. In the station, Samrat's aunt and uncle were waiting for them. After seeing Samrat, his aunt rushed to him, and hugged him tightly while he was grossed out. His uncle greeted Mayank and was saying something he cared less about. His eyes were on Nupur, who was standing in a corner all by herself. He wondered why neither Samrat's aunt nor his uncle managed to give her a warm welcome.
"Yes sir, please meeting you too. Will you excuse me for a moment?" Mayank asked politely as Samrat's uncle nodded. He went towards Nupur.
"Why are you here all by yourself?"
"No I was just-"
"Come let's go."
He held her hand, and took her to Samrat's aunt and uncle.
"Sorry, I guess you two didn't realize Nupur is here with us too." Mayank said sounding excited.
She took her hand from him, looking down. They ignored her and what he said.
"Samrat, honey, it's getting late, we will talk later when we reach home. Let's go Mayank dear, Sameer would hold your bags" Samrat's aunt said.
He looked at them in disbelieve as they started walking with Samrat. He stayed behind, waiting for her to walk with him. She finally joined him, carrying her bag.
"Here, I'll carry that."
"No it's-"
Without she could say anything, he took her bag. She smiled at him, and he felt like he had the most precious person of his life, walking next to him. How he longed her to stay besides him for his entire life. When they caught up with Samrat, he placed her bag in the car trunk and sat with her in the back seat. She didn't say a word to him and neither did he, they both were lost in their own thoughts. By the time they reached Samrat's aunts house, it was really dark. They ate dinner without a word, while Samrat's aunt and uncle kept talking with Samrat and him. After that, they slept in their rooms. That night, Mayank kept thinking about Nupur. In reality, he always thought about Nupur, but tonight he thought of everyone's behavior towards her. Why Samrat's aunt and uncle did not talk to her? They were so happy to see Samrat, who cared less about them. And Nupur, who respected them, did not even get a single "Hi." It seemed to him that the whole world was against his Nupur, that was the only reason she prefers being alone. No one loved her; she was always left out of everything. It angered him so much. But it was a lie that no one loved her; for he with all his heart loved her more than the entire world. And he would cause a change in her life. Who cares if no one could give her happiness; he would go in any extremes to make her happy. She was his life, and he promised himself he would marry her when they get old enough to. He would give her all the happiness she deserves in her life. And this thought was enough to satisfy him and put him to sleep.
The next morning, Mayank woke up and after getting fresh went out the balcony after seeing that Samrat was still sleeping. He yawned and looked around, until his eyes spotted Nupur. She was in a shawl, standing by herself. He ran downstairs and out the door to join her. She looked at him and smiled.
"It's so peaceful out here. This is the most beautiful sight." Nupur said looking at the birds flying by the snow-topped mountains in the ice-blue sky.
Mayank at the scenery, it was not beautiful like Nupur described it. She was wrong; this could not be the most beautiful sight, because the most beautiful sight was standing right next to him.
"Sometimes I wish we could stop some moments so we could paint a picture of them in our memories. The brighter our pictures are, the more easily we could get hold of that moment. So later if we are looking for moments like that to occur again, we could find them in those pictures." Mayank could see pain in her eyes. But what was she talking about? What moment?
The chilly wind made her shiver and just when he was about he was going to offer her his jacket, she threw a snow-ball on him, running away, laughing. This was the first time he saw her laughing, and he understood what she had meant. If Mayank were to stop a moment, it would be this one. And he would paint it very bright; brighter than any light could ever be. They both threw snowballs on each other, and when they got tired, they sat on a bench.
"You told him." She said softly.
"Wait, what?" he asked confused.
"Samrat to say sorry to me yesterday?"
"No. No I didn't. What are you talking about?" he said shyly denying her.
She continued looking into his eyes, and there was a real smile visible on her face for the first time in years. And the person, who had caused it, didn't even want to take the credit. She listened to the wind which blew on her face, making her hair fly smoothly.
"Thanks." She whispered.
"You don't ever have to thank me," he replied.
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