LOVE'S HEAVENLY BLISS(mayur ff) Note @ pg 80 - Page 33

Episode-12

"Kal jo tune kiya, woh kya tha?" asked Samrat.

"Kya kiya maine?"

"You know what I am talking about."

"Come off it Bhaiyya... Ismein itna hyper hone jaisa kya hai."

"Nupur! Okay fine but just tell me you are not serious about that guy."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Just that I don't like him."

"He's a nice guy."

"Hoga... So?"

"Forget it!"

"By the way, was that supposed to be our wedding gift? If yes, then I didn't like it at all!"

"Oh my God.... your gift. I forgot! Ek minute ruko... Main le ke aati hoon."

She returned in 5 minutes with a huge thing wrapped neatly.

"Ye raha aapka gift."

As Samrat tried to open the gift Nupur stopped him.

"Aap nahin... Let Bhabhi open it."

"Alright... Gunjan go ahead."

Gunjan unwrapped the gift that happened to be a huge canvas with a painting of Samrat and Gunjan in their wedding attire. She had painted that from one of his wedding photographs.

"Maine yeh painting record time mein banayi hai... 2 nights flat!"

"To isliye tu aajkal saara din soti rehti thi."

"Chuck it... Pehle batao you like it or not."

"Nupur it's so beautiful!!" Gunjan's expression more than her words told Nupur how much she meant that.

Mayank also joined them and even he adored the beautiful painting.

"Oye Mayank... Tera gift abhi tak due hai." Samrat reminded him.

"Gift? Pehle shaadi karao aur phir upar se gift bhi do... Achchi zabardasti hai!"

"To zabardasti hi sahi but aise tujhe main nahin chodne waala."

"Okay then... here you are!"

He slipped his hand in his pocket and took out a small box and handed it over to Samrat. He opened it.

"Chabhi? What's this for?"

"Well.... Mussourie ka ek khubsurat sa outskirts ka quiet area... Usmein ek bada sa Bunglow.... In a picturesque location... No one to disturb.... I think that's just perfect for your Honeymoon."

"Mayank... PERFECT Yaar. Yeh bunglow hai kiska?"

"Obviously dad ka... Isliye maine unse kuch dinon ke liye keys maang li. Jab tak chaho jaise chaho... use it!"

"Great yaar! To main jaa ke packing karta hoon."

Samrat left the room behind Gunjan who had just left to shift that painting to her bedroom.

"Wow Mayank... that's so sweet."Nupur said as Samrat n gunjan left from there…

"Not really."

"Matlab?"

He again slipped his hand in pocket and took out another set of keys.
Nupur stared at it for a while with her mouth open. Initially she was a bit surprised but then that surprise was taken over by mischief in her eyes that was already there in Mayank's eyes.
"Maine usse kaha no one to disturb but yeh to nahin kaha na ki no one will disturb."

He winked at her and she ran to him and hugged him.
"Mayank you are the best!"

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"Thank god tumhein leave mil gayi... Akele in dono ko dukhi karne mein maza nahin aata!"

"Tumse kisne kaha main leave le ke aayi hoon?"

"To phir?"

"Lad ke aayi hoon Mr. Agarwal se."

"Senior or junior?"

"Senior of course!"

"Ah!! Your re-shuffling issue... Kya hua uska?"

"Hona kya hai... We both are stuck up on our own ideas."

"Then?"

"Then what? Vikram supported me but beyond a point he suggested me that I should not get into any troubles with management and I should give in, in case things go too far."

"But you are way too stubborn for that!"

"Well... that's me! Waise I said I need some time to think it over and meanwhile you find out how much you can manage my slot without me."

"An open challenge!"

"Of Course! I am doing this show for over 5 years now."

"You think they will give in?"

"Don't no!"

"You think you will give in?"

For the first time amidst all the conversation Nupur turned her face to look at him. They were both lying on a double bed with their heads in almost center of the bed just next to each other and bodies in opposite direction. They had just now reached Mussourie and had entered the outhouse to keep away from Samrat and Gunjan's eyes.

She gazed at him continuously until Mayank spoke.

"Jahan tak I know you, I don't think you will give in but Vikram ne tumse kaha hai so I just wanna know ki madam apne boyfriend ke liye kitne adjustment kar sakti hain." His smirk assured her of his jolly mood.

"Whatever! Main yahan tension lene nahin Bhaiyya aur Bhabhi ko thodi si tension dene aayi hoon. So chuck this topic. When do we start with our plans?"

"Tomorrow morning... The moment they step out of this place. Usse pehle bunglow mein enter karna wont be safe."

"Great!! Ab yeh subah kab hogi!!" Her eyes were lit with mischief and voice was soaring with excitement."



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Next morning as Samrat and Gunjan went out, Nupur and Mayank took their chance to sneak inside the bunglow. The guard has already been instructed by them not to tell Samrat and Gunjan about their presence and some other details so as to involve him in their plan. Once inside the bunglow it wasn't a problem to find out which places were frequently used by two of them. It was just one of the bedrooms upstairs, hall, dining space and kitchen. Maid was instructed to come just once in the morning to finish the cleaning task. Mayank got a bag with him that had all the necessary items they will need in a few days to come and hid it in the last room upstairs.

Arrangements were made for day-1 plan-1. Around noon, Nupur, who was keeping an eye on the main gate of the bunglow waiting for them to return, signaled Mayank that they have come back. She saw them strolling on their way through the lawn towards the gate of the bunglow that led them to the hall.

Suddenly she saw both of them stop. The main door to the hall had opened on its own, with a jerk, in front of them while Samrat remembered that he had himself locked it. They were a bit taken aback at this sudden weird incident. They came inside the hall to see if there was anyone around but to their surprise there was no one. Samrat went back to the guard to ask him if someone had come in their absence and he refused to that straight away. Meanwhile Nupur and Mayank were enjoying their baffled expressions that they could see from the balcony of another room two doors on the left of Samrat's.

They couldn't have even thought in wildest of their dreams that it could be Mayank. He had slid one end of a long rope through the handle of the already unbolted door and went upstairs holding both the ends firmly. When he got the signal from Nupur who was peeping from the window of Samrat's room, he pulled the rope back with a jerk and the door opened. He let one end of the rope go out of his hand and pulled the rope back from the handle pulling it from the other end. It took him hardly few seconds to pull up the entire rope and rush back to the room which was now their hide-out all the time they were supposed to be inside the bunglow.

Samrat and Gunjan returned to their room, a bit irritated, in absence of a proper explanation of whatever had just happened.

"I wish Samrat believed in ghosts." Mayank said.

"Tab to hamara kaam aur aasan ho jaata but do you think we would ever be able to convince him that this place is haunted?"

"Out of question! But come to think of it, if he believed in ghosts then that would have given him a convincing enough explanations for on goings that will happen hereon. But now he'll just keep pondering. Aur humein use darana nahin pareshan karna hai."

"Aur agar pakde gaye to?"

Mayank looked at her with a smirk and in a hoarse, modulated voice said,
"Bol tere saath kya salook kiya jaaye... Maar diya jaaye ya chod diya jaye!"
She giggled.

"Of course, MAAR DIYA JAAYE. We'll be DEAD!"

They both laughed and Nupur gave him a five!

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Initial stages of their planning needed Samrat and Gunjan to step outside the bungalow while they have planned other things for later stages that would be executed in their presence. As of now, they were waiting for Samrat and Gunjan to go for their dinner. They left at 7 pm and the moment they stepped out, Nupur and Mayank entered their bedroom. It took them around 35 minutes to finish the entire set up!! And after that they conveniently sneaked inside the next door.

An hour later the 'honeymooning couple' returned. They were in a very jovial mood having forgotten the weird incident of noon. But their jovial mood wasn't supposed to stay for long.

They entered their bedroom and as Gunjan opened the cupboard to get a change, she was taken aback. Samrat was lying on the bed.

"Samrat!" She shrieked.

"What?" He asked her getting up. She looked back at him in surprise and her eyes widened all the more with another observation.

She pointed towards the bed.

"Gunjan what is it?"

"This wasn't the bedsheet that was on the bed when we left."

Samrat tried to recall but couldn't actually make out.

"Come on Gunjan! Sheets kaise apne aap change ho jayengi."

"Wise hi jaise is cupboard mein se achanak hamara saara saaman gayab ho jaayega!"

"What?" He got up in top speed and peeped inside the cupboard. She was right. All their clothes and stuffs were missing.

"What the hell is this?"

He turned around to examine the whole room to find if there was anything weird. And there was. Their suitcases were placed in the opposite corner while they had slid that under the bed.

Samrat found out that the suitcases were not empty. All there stuffs were packed inside very properly.

"Samrat tumhein kuch samajh mein aa raha hai yahan kya ho raha hai?"

"No!" His voice was soft and there was a certain amount of disappointment in that. Gunjan could read that in his voice.

"Acha chodo. Let's unpack again."

"Yeah!"

They were engaged in unpacking their luggage all over again when they heard a 'click' on their doorknob. He went to check outside but the door has been locked. As he unlocked the door, Mayank conveniently returned to the other room. Samrat checked the corridors and peeped down to check the hall but found no one.

After around 15 minutes the same thing happened again. Samrat tried to check the other rooms but they were all locked. He returned quietly but as he continued re-arranging his things, he tried to stay alert to identify any type of a sound in the corridors outside. After half an hour, he heard one but it wasn't any footstep or the sound of door locking again, it was a knock!

He rushed to open the door but Mayank was quicker. He was again back in the room. Thereafter, Samrat and Gunjan have had it.
"Stop making those wasted attempts Samrat, just keep the door open!"

10 minutes later Mayank peeped out of his room but when he saw the door open he knew they were done for the day. No other chance did they stand.

After around an hour and a half, the door was closed as the two retired to sleep. Half an hour later, Mayank and Nupur stepped out and sneaked out of the bunglow and returned to outhouse.

"Mayank hum wapas kyun aa gaye? Thoda aur disturb karna tha na!"

"NUPUR!!! Tumhein Romance ka 'R' bhi pata hai? Kam se kam raat mein to akela chod do unhein. Woh dono Honeymoon pe aye hain. Itna to hum unke liye kar hi sakte hain. Huh! And I thought you were dating someone. Poor him!"

"Aye Hello!! What do you mean by 'poor him'? And anyways tum kya jaante ho romance ke baare mein?"

"Jitna bhi jaanta hoon, tumhari knowledge se zyada hi hai!"

"Acha! Is that so?"

"Of course!"

"To theek hai you tell me. Just imagine ki main tumhari girl friend hoon. Hum dono yahan outhouse mein ek saath reh rahe hain. Koi disturb karne wala nahin hai. Room mein sirf ek candle ki light hai... Tum kya karte?"

The room was lit by a single candle since they could not switch on the lights. The outhouse was clearly visible from the balcony of Samrat's bedroom.

Mayank looked at Nupur, thoughtfully. His eyes surveying her from top to bottom.

"You know what Nupur... I think I have a better choice than Vikram!"

"What?" Nupur yelled.

Mayank ignored her yelling and proceeded towards the bed for some rest. She pushed him from back and he landed up on the bed. She jumped over him and tightened her grip around his neck trying to strangle him, while sitting on his tummy.

"Kya bol rahe the abhi... Dubara bolna!"

He took her hand and freed his neck. They were now almost wrestling with Nupur trying to free her hands.

"I said I have a better choice than Vikram!" Mayank teased her again.

He got up with a jerk and pushed her forcefully down on the bed. Her hands were forced against the bed and she was trying hard to free herself. She saw him smiling and after a while having tried her best, stopped her attempts and looked straight in his eyes.

"See... I told you I don't like delicate, girly ones. But agar tumhari jagah meri girlfriend hoti to main...."

He brought his face closer to her but was a bit shocked to see her eyes filled with tears.

"Kya hua?"

"Let me go."

He immediately released her hand and let her go.

"But batao to hua kya?"

She got up wiping her tears.

"Tum kya kehna chahte ho? You don't even like me kyunki main... woh... delicate types hoon!"

"Tumse yeh kisne kaha?"

"Abhi tumne kaha!"

"Don't be silly Nupur."

"Right... Ab main silly bhi hoon!" She was now sobbing.

"I didn't mean that! Listen... Acha baba I am sorry! Aur agar tum meri girlfriend hoti to main... I think yeh ek last candle bhi off kar deta!"

"Kyun?" She turned wiping her tears.

"Nupur you are so unromantic!" He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. She put her there and lied next to her.
"Socho... Hum dono itne kareeb hote. Dheere dheere yeh duriyan bhi kam ho jaati... Hum ek doosre mein kho jaate... Tumhari aankhen band hoti...feeing the passion running between us aur phir humein na apna hosh rehta na waqt ka... Just you and me for each other...Drowned in love...To candle light jaise distraction ki kya zaroorat hoti?"

Her face had a smile. They were looking straight at each other and just then his finger touched her cheeks and strolled down to her neck and in a soft whisper like voice he continued,
"And just imagine us pyar bhare pal mein achanak koi door pe knock karta!! You would have killed him. Aur agar tum chod deti to main maar daalta." His tone gradually changed from soft to a bit enraged.
She giggled on the sudden change in the situation and thoughts away from romance.

"Waise mujhe nahin pata tha ki tum actually romantic ho! Lekin phir single kyun ho?" She asked him as he got up from the bed.

"Tumne us US return ko date karna jo shuru kar diya."

"What?"

He turned to her.

"Mujhe to laga tha ki tum sirf unromantic ho lekin aaj to tumhara sense of humour bhi chutti pe hain! Obviously I am kidding."

"Mayankkkkkkkk!"

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