Fanfic: Chapter 3 Updated (11/12) - Page 3

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Chapter 3

Her eyes were closed, still not ready for it. She could hear the air hostess chatting with the woman in front, the pilot informing about the landing and her best friend snoring beside her.

Mishti bit her lip, still wondering how she would survive this month in Rajkot. She didn't want to come here, not when even the airport was capable of bringing in memories. Not when every waking moment, she would remember what it was and what it could have been. She had a two month break from her grad school and she had convinced everyone to let her stay in Udaipur for the second one. It was laughable that she was ready to go to Udaipur of all places, just so she could escape the torture that these memories were.

As the wheels on the plane touched the ground, Mishti's stomach lurched. You can do it Mishti. You are many things and a coward is not one of them.

“Nishant.” she lightly tapped his shoulder.

“Let me sleep Mishti. I am so tired.” he mumbled, turning away from her.

“We are in Rajkot.”

His eyes opened almost immediately, excitedly taking in his surroundings. Mishti did not understand why he was so excited to come to Rajkot. Well, he did have a wedding to attend but other than that, his general excitement for this city was beyond Mishti.

Then again, she had also loved this place once.

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As their cab drove towards the Maheshwari house, Nishant was asking her for a revision of her family's details. “You have too many family members and I don't want to upset anyone.”

Mishti took her time, explaining as well as she could.

“So we love Bade Papa and Badi Maa the most?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

Mishti grinned. “More than anyone in this world.”

The car came to a halt. Nishant was already outside, talking to the driver animatedly. Mishti took her time. Her eyes wandering around the walls of the house. Her eyes flitted to the balcony of her room, then to the door of the house. She could feel she was home. Except, a part of this home was missing. Always will be.

It was only when Nishant opened her side of the door that she stepped out, smiling at him. He only looked at her reassuringly. She had divulged him into her story a little bit and he was surprisingly more sensitive towards it than she had expected. He even promised to pack a punch towards her ex if he ever came across him.

“Come on Mishti, your family won't let me in unless you are there. You are sure you told them about me, right?”

Mishti's face contorted in horror. “Oh My God, I didn't.”

Nishant stared at her for a few seconds before his eyes widened in panic. “How could you, Miss Teapot? What if they throw me out the second they see me? Where will I go? I don't even know anyone else in Rajkot.”

Mishti started laughing, pulling his cheeks. “Of course I told them and even if they throw you out, I'll let you have some place to live, I promise.”

He grumpily agreed, not before calling her mean for, 'playing with his feelings'. Mishti shook her head with a smile. She was thankful to have him by her side. He was her chance at a clean slate. No judgements, no taunts. Accepted her for whoever she was.

The door opened before Mishti could ring the bell and she was taken in a tight hug. She laughed as she hugged Rajshri back.

“Mishti, I missed you so much.” Rajshri pulled away, cupping Mishti's face. Mishti could already make out the tears in her eyes.

“Offo Badi Maa, why are you crying?” Mishti rubbed the older woman's face, smiling softly.

They had only pulled away when Nishant walked to the gate looking at the two of then unsurely. Seeing Rajshri cry, he poked Mishti's arm. “She doesn't want you here. You torture her a lot, I think I can show them how amazing I am at controlling you, they'll be happy to have me.”

Mishti laughed and pulled him ahead and introduced them.

“This is my Badi Maa.”

“Mishti, I think I am already in love with her.”

Rajshri's face formed an 'O' while Mishti only rolled her eyes. Nishant took Rajshri's hand and dramatically placed a kiss on the back of her palm.

“Wow, you really are going to try the British charms on them.”

Rajshri ruffled his hair fondly to which he smiled brightly.

Mishti smiled. Well, Nishant had already charmed Badi Maa. Now she'd charm everyone else for him.

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Not more than twenty minutes later, Mishti regretted bringing Nishant with her. That man really stole the spotlight all for himself. Currently, her Badi Maa, Varsha Aunty and Jasmeet Aunty were all gathered around him, doting on him and stuffing him. Shaurya sat with Mishti but his eyes were trained on Nishant, enjoying watching him.

“Shaurya Uncle, even you?”

He only looked at her curiously

.

“Everyone's forgotten that I am the one who's come back from London after ten months. Bas iss Nishant ko stuff kiye ja rahe hai. Where is my khichdi?”

Shaurya only smiled. “Let your Bade Papa come, we all know who the show-stealer for him will be.”

Mishti was about to reply when there was a loud "Mishti" that rang throughout the house. Mishti looked at the door to find Kuhu standing there with a wide smile. Kuhu quickly came in, taking Mishti in a hug.

“Finally, I have someone to fight with. These guys love me too much.”

Mishti elbowed her playfully. Nishant got up and stood in front of Kuhu with a grin. “I am here.”

“Ah, yas. The very charming angrez.” Kuhu smiled.

Before conversation could flow, his phone rang and his face lit up. After talking to the other person on the phone, which was mostly him humming in agreement and the other person probably giving orders, Nishant looked at everyone.

“I am so sorry to cut the party short but I am going to have to steal Mishti for a while.”

The ladies all looked at them in panic.

“Beta, you've just come.” Rajshri complained.

“Aunty, I don't know Rajkot very well and my new best friend should meet my old best friend, right?”

In seconds, Nishant explained all about how his childhood best friend really wanted to meet him.

“Uski shaadi bhi hai.” he provided.

Begrudgingly, they agreed to let Mishti and Nishant go, only on the condition that they be back for dinner.

“Of course, where else will I go?” Mishti shrugged.

Kuhu complained about how she took a break from work to meet them as they walked out.

“Kuhu, you come home for dinner as well. I have to give you so many gifts and so much of blackmail material against Miss Teapot.” Nishant winked to which they high-fived.

As Nishant went ahead to sit in his car, Mishti held Kuhu's arm.

“Does anyone know you are working for Kunal's party?”

Carefully disengaging her arm, Kuhu smiked reassuringly. “They don't, because I know they won't like it but he's a really good friend now and the event has been finalized for a huge contract. This will be the boost my company needs, Mishti.”

As her driver brought the car 'round the corner, Kuhu waved to Mishti and sat inside. Mishti watched the car drive away before she heard Nishant call out her name repeatedly.

With a sigh, Mishti sat inside, knowing that staying in Rajkot will be difficult, no matter how much she tried to move on. Some things were never going to change.

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Filler! But necessary. What do you think about this best friend of Nishant's?

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