If it was meant to be-A MJHT ff ch 5 pg 10

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Neha_S

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Posted: 13 years ago

Hello friends..

Once upon a time I used to post this story on MJHT. But I left it after MJHT took a disappointing turn and life got busy for me. Now that my life gives me enough time to breathe, I am thinking of re-posting this. I would post the story if there is enough people wishing to read this.. I am also revising the parts so it might a little different than previously.

Contents

Chapter 1: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/59550534�

Chapter 2: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/59866703�
Chapter 3: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3047208/if-it-was-meant-to-be-a-mjht-ff-ch-5-pg-10?pn=5�
Chapter 4: https://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=3047208&TPN=7&#60170675

If it was meant to be

Prologue

I looked up to see my mother,Devika Bhushan,running towards me.Her face was quite wild and her eyes were shining.She smiled happily as she approached me,tripping over the folded carpet in excitement as she moved towards me.

"You wouldnt believe...I just heard..you know...I cant believe I just heard it..it unbelievable..."she stuttered.

I sighed inwardly.I wasnt exactly surprised by her behaviour.My mother was easily excitable and when she got excited there was no easy way to stop her.I knew it as I had inherited it from her.

"Mom..please calm down.I dont understand what you are saying."

She turned around excitedly."They were here!They came to meet me but couldnt stay longer as he was home.He is home.He is back...I mean he is back from the States finally..its been a long long time,hasnt it?"

I stood up now ,leaving the design I was sketching on the table.Then I turned my manner crisp,the only tone that can calm my mother.

"Lets start from the beginning ,shall we?What do you mean by'they"?Who came here."I asked slowly.

My mother rolled her eyes at me."Nupur!I am talking about Mrs.Sharma and Dia ofcourse."

"Dia was here?!"

I was surprised.Dia Sharma was my best friend since childhood and my neighbour.I was surprised that she left without meeting me.

"Yes...they came and then..."my mother was saying moving her hands wildly.

"Why didnt you call me,Mom?"I asked.

"Because she wanted to go home.I mean she spends all the year with you but its been years since he was here.Obviously she wanted to stay with her brother and I dont think.."she said,rolling her eyes.

I felt the ground moving.

He was here!

I clutched the table for support.

"Mayank is back..."I whispered.

My mother was still talking,oblivious to the heat creeping on my face.I loved my mother.She never noticed my reactions.I was glad that Gunjan wasnt here.Glad that I didnt have to hear that Mayank was back from Dia.My best friend would have noticed that I was trembling with excitement.

Sometimes I suspected that Dia knew-knew that her best friend was crazily, hopelessly, completely infatuated by her brother.But she was nice enough never to mention it or to act as she didnt notice my blushes everytime she even took his name.She knew as I did that it was impossible that we would even date for a day.The Sharmas were the richest and most sophisticated family in the locality and the status difference between them and my family was huge.More importantly,I was not a person who could ever hope to find love in her life.

I was autistic. A very mild form of autism but quite the stigma to the people I knew. Autistic- Thats what educated kind people called me.Others thought I had a mental disorder.

My conscious mind knew it was futile,but regardless I couldnt stop myself from hyperventilating.I dont even know when it began.It seemed like forever...it seemed that he had been a part of me forever.He had been hovering on the edge of my dreams and my every hope ever since I existed.Infatuation...Gunjan would say.Crush...Dia would say.

But I knew what it was:Obsession.

"Are you even listening to me Nupur?"my mother said suddenly.

I blinked.Honestly I was surprised she was still standing there. I had travelled miles in my mind and veered dangerously close to the edge.

"Yes..."

"What was I saying?"she said,her eyes narrowing.

"Um..that Mayank...and..."I began.

"Yes..Its good rite?"she smiled at me.

Good?That he was back...that I could see him.Good for everyone but my crazy idiotic heart

I nodded.

"She is going to say no,of course.Say that its ridiculous.But I want you to help me persuade her."Mom continued.

"Persuade her...who?"I asked.

"Gunjan of course!She would not agree to even meet Mayank if she knew that I was planning them to fall in love."

"WHAT???"I felt the world reeling.

Mayank and Gunjan.

"Mom they would not make a good couple."I said firmly.

"Why?"she asked,staring at me.

"Because-because Gunjan is-is too sensible,too quiet and ..."Perfect for Mayank.They were so much alike.I wanted to hit myself.How come I never noticed it?

"Yes.Gunjan and Mayank are both sensible,bookish,smart and intelligent.In short they are made for eachother.Obviously you dont expect Mayank to fall for a crazy,talkative and unintelligent girl...you cant expect him to fall for you."she said laughing.

My mother didnt know how much she was hurting me then.But she was right,wasnt it?He would never so much as look at me.He would be perfect for Gunjan.But could I really see them like that?No..I would die.I know it was selfish but so was I. I was selfish when it came down to this.

So,I sat down and prayed to God..prayed as I have been praying for every day of my life.

I know he cant be mine and I am not asking You for his love.But please please make him fall in love with someone I dont know..someone who is a stranger to me...

...

I rushed to the door,balancing my files as I opened it. My breath was coming in short anxious pants.I was just only in time for my interview and I seriously couldnt afford to miss the chance.I quickly walked to the receptionist.She was grimacing at her computer.

"Yes..How may I help you?"she asked without looking at me.

"I am here for the interview."I said,glancing at the clock overhead.

She looked at me then."Your name?"

"Gunjan-Gunjan Bhushan."

She nodded and handed me a slip."Here you are.But you are running late dear."

"I know."

"Well!Take the lift and go.The interview is being held on the fifth floor."She said pointing .

I managed to smile before racing to the lift. Once the lift started moving,I breathed again.From what I have heard and seen of the "Shergill Group of Companies",this job would a dream one.I closed my eyes and prayed.I wanted to help Mom with the financial situation of our family..It wasnt easy for her and she was growing older,wasnt she?It was time for her to rest, not work.

I sighed inwardly when my thoughts turned to Nupur Di.Sometimes God was so unfair.My sister deserved all the happiness in the world,she didnt deserve to work,not in her situation .But she was still slaving her way up in a fashion company.Not anymore!I will take care of them from now one as they had taken care of me until now.

"Fifth Floor."The liftman announced.

I quickly exited the lift,my eyes on my watch.Yes! I had made it time.

I took a step in when something hard and solid bumped against me,sending my files flying.I had only managed to balance myself when with a loud thump a coke bottle smashed on top of my certificates.With a dawning horror,I picked them staring at the evidence of my intellectual ability stained brown with Coke. Once they held proof of my achievements. Now they were wet stained pieces of paper. I dabbed at them with my dupatta desperately. But it was to no avail.

"Sorry!"a voice murmured.

Sorry!Sorry that he had ruined all my efforts.Did he even realize how much work I had to put in to achieve the results he had so carelessly ruined.

Without looking at him,I said:"I dont think you realized that it was my certificates that you stained or maybe if you did realize, it doesnt matter to you."

I saw him turn to look at me at that.But I moved away.I had more important things to worry about.What would I tell the interviewer?That I had certificates but you cant see my marks as they were stained by Coke.I fought back tears.

"Gunjan Bhushan"The secretary called,motioning me to go inside.I took a deep breath, steeling myself to face this.

I knocked politely.

"Come in"

I walked in.There were three people in all.Two of them were sitting in the front while the third one was engrossed in files.

I sat in the only empty chair.

"Ms.Bhushan,I am Mr.Bhatia,Executive Director of Shergill Group .May I have a look at your certificates?"

I stared at him and then muttering a silent prayer,I handed him the soaked file.He opened it,staring at it for a whole minute.Then he looked up.

"Is this your idea of your joke?"he asked.

"Actually sir...I brought the original certificates but they were..."I began

"Whatever!You shouldnt have entered this room without your certificates."he shouted at me."I dont have time for rubbish you know"

I felt tears leaking from my eyes.I wiped them slowly when a voice spoke.

"Mr.Bhatia,if the certificates were the most important thing we wouldnt have called candidates for interview,just asked them to mail their certificates."

I looked up.Mr.Bhatia was looking livid while the person speaking was smiling calmly at him.
"But-Samrat.."
"We should ask her some questions at least."He turned his eyes on me.My face was still red and I wiped some more tears.
He smiled kindly before turning business like."Ms.Bhushan,if you were the CEO of this company and you had to vote for a measure which would lead to huge turnover for next ten years,would you vote for it?"

I stared at him.

What kind of question was that?Wont everyone say yes. Then it hit me.

"I would first ask for a detailed compilation of possible results of adopting the measure."I said firmly.

"But we are having huge profits anyway.Why would you do that?What can be more important than profits?"he asked. I could see Mr.Bhatia lean in.

"Goodwill.I would want Shergill Group to be sucessful for years.It should see itself running for years and for that we need goodwill and we cant seek to lose that for mere profits."I finished nervously.

Samrat was looking at Mr.Bhatia smiling."Well answered.I think we should appoint her."

Mr.Bhatia glared at him.'Thats fine Samrat but .."

"She seems to be a well principled person.And she is intelligent.So thats intelligent integrity...we need that."Samrat piped on confidently.

"Samrat what would I say to your father?That I appointed a girl whose certificates were all stained with Coke?"Mr.Bhatia demanded.

"NO..Just tell him you appointed a girl whose certificates were stained with a cold drink."he returned

"What difference does that make?"Mr.Bhatia choked out.

Samrat winked at him"7 up is transparent."

I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling.

"Fine..Fine.Have it your way.Ms.Bhushan please collect the offer letter from the 2nd floor."Mr.Bhatia said irritably.

"You mean I got the job??"I asked incredulously.

"Yup!You did...By the way you got it because of me,so I want you to ensure that you dont let me down."Samrat said.

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl!!"he said.

I stumbled into the hallway and all I could think of was the expression on Mom's and Nupur's faces when I told them my good luck.

...

So shall I continue posting?

Edited by Neha_S - 13 years ago