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So I had this idea in my head since I saw Ghajini, which was a long time ago. And since then, I thought, did Kalpana and Sanjay remind no one else of Mayank and Nupur? I mean, it was just begging to be written! So I changed things, obviously, there is no murder, nothing, and SaJan had to be included, and of course, my jaan, my Benji. 😉 I do hope you guys enjoy this!
Parts 1 and 2 are more introductary parts, the story will begin properly after.
"Nahi," she cried. "Tum aisa nahin kar saktey mere saath. Yeh nainsaafi nahi ho sakti."
"Kyun?" he demanded furiously. "Tum issi ke layak ho. Kis ne kaha tumhe ke pyaar karo mujhse?"
"Manti hoon ki mujhse galti huyi, par tum mujhe chod kar nahi jaa saktey," she turned around, flinging her arm up dramatically to cover her face, her back to him. "Kyunki main tumhare bachchey ki maa baney wali hoon."
"Kya?" he turned her around forcefully. "Tum jhoot bol rahi ho."
She wrenched her arm out of his grasp. "Tum mano ya na mano, mujhe koi farq nahi padta. Par iss bache ko apna haaq milega!" She poked his chest with her index finger. "Yeh mera vaada hai tumse."
"Cut!" the director called out. "Samrat, very well done," he told his male lead, who grinned back at him. "Nupur, very good," he gestured to someone behind him. "Make-up ka touch up karna hai. Otherwise, you're doing very well."
"Thank you Deodhar Sir," Nupur smiled at him, exchanging glances with Samrat.
"Obviously," he whispered to her. "Whose find were you?"
"Shut up, Samrat," she shot back quietly. "Till when are you going to rub that in my face?"
"Yaar," he approached her, sticking his hands into his pockets. "jab tak yeh dosti rahegi, tab tak." He winked at her. She responded by rolling her eyes playfully.
Nupur Bhushan was the newest addition to popular daily soap opera 'Kyunki Maa Ka Laadla Bigad Gaya', and an old friend of the male lead Samrat Malhotra. She had, upon arriving in Mumbai to fulfil her dreams, called him up, remembering a promise he had once made to her. Samrat too, was a loyal friend, and he had immediately gotten her an audition at the production house he worked for. Excel Productions was thrilled to have found a talented new actress, but she was unpolished, and so, had not received the parallel lead as she had auditioned for, but a side character. It made no matter to the two friends though, that according to the hierarchy of the production team, Samrat was at the top, and Nupur only somewhere in the middle. They had been childhood friends till Samrat had moved to Mumbai, and had remained close throughout the years, and would remain friends throughout their lives. Some things did not change. The fact that both had much blackmail material against one another proved to solidify their friendship.
Two gruelling hours later saw the two making their way wearily to Samrat's dressing room. Being a 'junior artiste' meant that Nupur had to share a dressing room with the other juniors, but Samrat always dragged her to his room. So the two flopped down on the chairs in his room, glancing at the other two occupants, one who had been learning his lines for his own scene in the show, and the other who was going through her own work, and taking down notes in the margin of her file.
"Chashmish," Samrat snatched the file out of her grasp. "Tum kaam se abhi aayi ho, aur shuru ho gayi tumhari boring si aadat?"
Said girl tugged at her file. "Chodo na Samrat, kal tak bohut kaam karna hai."
"Come on Gunjan," Nupur made a face at her sister. "You're such a workaholic."
"Yeh tum keh rahi ho Didi?" Gunjan raised an eyebrow.
"Tum meri behen ko dokha nahi deh saktey!" they jumped at the sudden shout from the other occupant of the room. Samrat sighed, shaking his head in amusement.
"Main tumhe jaan se maar dalunga agar tum - " Samrat put his hand on his friend's shoulder, and the shorter man cut himself off. "Kya hai yaar? Dekh nahi saktey, practice kar raha hoon."
"Benji, mera yaar, mera jigdi dost," Samrat pat his shoulder. "Tu na, hum sab ko marwane ki koshish kar raha hai kya, jo itni zor se chila raha hai?"
Benji pouted. "Tum bohut hi burey ho. Khud itna bada star ban gaya, par mujhe rehearse karne nahi deta." He sniffed dramatically. "Kaisa dost hai tu?"
Nupur tugged him onto another chair. "Nautanki band karo, woh mera kaam hai."
Gunjan giggled, closing her folder, knowing with these three in this sort of mood, she would never get any work done. She placed her head on her hand, letting them go crazy, and just observed the people that consisted of her little family here in Mumbai.
Gunjan Bhushan was Nupur's younger sister, though there were many times people mistook her for the elder one. She was more mature in nature, and reserved, and very focused on her work. Where Nupur had been the starlet of the little town of Morena, Gunjan had been the brains. A shy little thing, who was slowly coming out of her shell because she had realised that being quiet and letting people walk over her brought her nothing. It was a hard lesson learnt, but with the support of her friends, she had been fine. No one would think that the shy new intern at Shilpa Industries was friends with TV superstar Samrat Malhotra, but she was. On the other hand, Benji Kaul was everything she was not, dramatic, funny (often unintentionally so) and loud. Yet, the four made a tight group of friends. They had known each other a long time, and had been with each other through tough times. No matter what life threw at them, they would have one another.
Do let me know what you think!
This is not my first FF, just my first FF in this forum. 😆 Just FYI, so please, if you like, go read my other stories? (Shameless plugging is allowed right?)
Love,
Radz
Parts 1 and 2 are more introductary parts, the story will begin properly after.
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"Nahi," she cried. "Tum aisa nahin kar saktey mere saath. Yeh nainsaafi nahi ho sakti."
"Kyun?" he demanded furiously. "Tum issi ke layak ho. Kis ne kaha tumhe ke pyaar karo mujhse?"
"Manti hoon ki mujhse galti huyi, par tum mujhe chod kar nahi jaa saktey," she turned around, flinging her arm up dramatically to cover her face, her back to him. "Kyunki main tumhare bachchey ki maa baney wali hoon."
"Kya?" he turned her around forcefully. "Tum jhoot bol rahi ho."
She wrenched her arm out of his grasp. "Tum mano ya na mano, mujhe koi farq nahi padta. Par iss bache ko apna haaq milega!" She poked his chest with her index finger. "Yeh mera vaada hai tumse."
"Cut!" the director called out. "Samrat, very well done," he told his male lead, who grinned back at him. "Nupur, very good," he gestured to someone behind him. "Make-up ka touch up karna hai. Otherwise, you're doing very well."
"Thank you Deodhar Sir," Nupur smiled at him, exchanging glances with Samrat.
"Obviously," he whispered to her. "Whose find were you?"
"Shut up, Samrat," she shot back quietly. "Till when are you going to rub that in my face?"
"Yaar," he approached her, sticking his hands into his pockets. "jab tak yeh dosti rahegi, tab tak." He winked at her. She responded by rolling her eyes playfully.
Nupur Bhushan was the newest addition to popular daily soap opera 'Kyunki Maa Ka Laadla Bigad Gaya', and an old friend of the male lead Samrat Malhotra. She had, upon arriving in Mumbai to fulfil her dreams, called him up, remembering a promise he had once made to her. Samrat too, was a loyal friend, and he had immediately gotten her an audition at the production house he worked for. Excel Productions was thrilled to have found a talented new actress, but she was unpolished, and so, had not received the parallel lead as she had auditioned for, but a side character. It made no matter to the two friends though, that according to the hierarchy of the production team, Samrat was at the top, and Nupur only somewhere in the middle. They had been childhood friends till Samrat had moved to Mumbai, and had remained close throughout the years, and would remain friends throughout their lives. Some things did not change. The fact that both had much blackmail material against one another proved to solidify their friendship.
Two gruelling hours later saw the two making their way wearily to Samrat's dressing room. Being a 'junior artiste' meant that Nupur had to share a dressing room with the other juniors, but Samrat always dragged her to his room. So the two flopped down on the chairs in his room, glancing at the other two occupants, one who had been learning his lines for his own scene in the show, and the other who was going through her own work, and taking down notes in the margin of her file.
"Chashmish," Samrat snatched the file out of her grasp. "Tum kaam se abhi aayi ho, aur shuru ho gayi tumhari boring si aadat?"
Said girl tugged at her file. "Chodo na Samrat, kal tak bohut kaam karna hai."
"Come on Gunjan," Nupur made a face at her sister. "You're such a workaholic."
"Yeh tum keh rahi ho Didi?" Gunjan raised an eyebrow.
"Tum meri behen ko dokha nahi deh saktey!" they jumped at the sudden shout from the other occupant of the room. Samrat sighed, shaking his head in amusement.
"Main tumhe jaan se maar dalunga agar tum - " Samrat put his hand on his friend's shoulder, and the shorter man cut himself off. "Kya hai yaar? Dekh nahi saktey, practice kar raha hoon."
"Benji, mera yaar, mera jigdi dost," Samrat pat his shoulder. "Tu na, hum sab ko marwane ki koshish kar raha hai kya, jo itni zor se chila raha hai?"
Benji pouted. "Tum bohut hi burey ho. Khud itna bada star ban gaya, par mujhe rehearse karne nahi deta." He sniffed dramatically. "Kaisa dost hai tu?"
Nupur tugged him onto another chair. "Nautanki band karo, woh mera kaam hai."
Gunjan giggled, closing her folder, knowing with these three in this sort of mood, she would never get any work done. She placed her head on her hand, letting them go crazy, and just observed the people that consisted of her little family here in Mumbai.
Gunjan Bhushan was Nupur's younger sister, though there were many times people mistook her for the elder one. She was more mature in nature, and reserved, and very focused on her work. Where Nupur had been the starlet of the little town of Morena, Gunjan had been the brains. A shy little thing, who was slowly coming out of her shell because she had realised that being quiet and letting people walk over her brought her nothing. It was a hard lesson learnt, but with the support of her friends, she had been fine. No one would think that the shy new intern at Shilpa Industries was friends with TV superstar Samrat Malhotra, but she was. On the other hand, Benji Kaul was everything she was not, dramatic, funny (often unintentionally so) and loud. Yet, the four made a tight group of friends. They had known each other a long time, and had been with each other through tough times. No matter what life threw at them, they would have one another.
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Do let me know what you think!
This is not my first FF, just my first FF in this forum. 😆 Just FYI, so please, if you like, go read my other stories? (Shameless plugging is allowed right?)
Love,
Radz
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