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Continuous rain brought an end to the sunny morning and led to a  dull and dark day, looking at the window, she couldn't tell what time it was, the one tubelight illuminating her place was filling the entire room with as much brightness as it could. As the last tape piece secured the card on the last box, she slid the box towards with the others. Cracking her knuckles and stretched her legs out, a yawn escaped.  Sleepy headed, she walked to the  only couch on that floor and closed she shut her eyes close hoping to steal some minutes for her nap.

The chimes danced due to the wind and a faint song echoed in the room, she flicked her eyes open to see it was pitch dark. A sudden fear crept for a few seconds until she remembered  she was at the NGO. Something had been vibrating near the boxes, she walked towards it, her phone lied beneath the boxes.

"Hell.....low!" She yawned.

"Hi Curls!"

"Ruby?" Kuhu exclaimed, it had been three weeks since she talked to her best friend, "Oh  my god, I'm so happy to hear your voice!"

"Same here, Curls! I woke up too early today and thought, why not give a call instead of message." 

"How was the photoshoot?" Kuhu was completely awake now.

 "Amazing! My first portfolio will be ready in a few days." 

"I'm so happy for you!"

"What about you? How is prep at the NGO?  Mishti, is she fine now?" 

Kuhu shrugged, "She is alright." 

Remembering the night they had returned back from the wedding,  everyone was very quiet. When Jasmeet Chachi excused herself to return to her room, Mishti asked her a question that shocked everyone, 'My maa doesn't love me, right Aunty?'  Chachi was so shook that she hugged Mishti and held in her arms as they both cried.  It was later when they stopped crying, when Jasmeet informed the family that she had met Karishma at the venue, recollecting her conversation with her, she took Mishti and put her to sleep like a little child.   That night, she too kissed her sister and slept close, making sure she was fine all night. 

"Jesus will give her strength," Ruby did a short prayer, while Kuhu picked up the bag and started walking downstairs. When she reached the ground floor, she saw Abir.  Ruby continued, "First her diary and now her mother. Curls, take care of her, I know how she is feeling."

"Thanks Ruby."

"What about you?" 

"I'm alright. The work is coming along fine.  Listen," Kuhu walked toward Abir, who was intently painting. "my boss..."

"Oh him! You are at work, aren't you? How stupid of me to call at this time. We'll talk later!"

She stood next to him and kept a good distance away from the painting, admiring it when a faint whisper escaped her lips.

"What did you say?" he asked curiously. He thought he heard it but the look on the face made him a little baffled. 

"Home,"" she pointed at the painting of a porch and the garden behind it , "this reminds me of my house, we have three green comfy chairs on our porch." She then pointed at the red maple tree, "that too! This is very pretty Abir Sir." She looked up at Abir's face, whose mouth was wide open and he staring back at her in bewilderment, unable to take a breath, he was sure the connection his mind was making couldn't be true. She frowned at his expression, "Did I saying something wrong?"

Taking a step back, he inhaled a large amount of air and then blowing it rather too loudly. He had spent the last two weeks getting to know her through her diary, he just wanted to see her once. Not only to give her the diary but to get to know her more. She was a mystery for, he was imagined how she would be, but he wanted to know more. But when he was about to give up, Kuhu gave him hope. "No." He looked at her, unable to form the right words, "So who else lives there?" 

"I live with my cool bhaiya and my boring sister." she beamed back.

"You have two siblings?" he asked, hoping to hear her name once, hoping to know that he had met her finally after dreaming of her for days. 

"Oh no! I have one sister! She is older. This bhaiya is actually my chachu's son and my sister, well..." she frowned, normally she would just elaborate that they weren't related by blood, she was  her father's sister's step-brother-in-law's daughter however that would just be complicated so she ended up saying, "adopted by dadi- dadu."

He nodded as he already knew that fact, he finally had found her. After reading the entire  diary, he knew her, understood her and wanted to know more about her.  He started cleaning the brushes. He glanced a Kuhu, so the nickname of Curls was for Kuhu and Nannu was Kuhu's brother, Mishti's best friend, whom she loved the most after her Badi Maa- Bade Papa.  He chuckled remembering the story of Kuhu, when Nannu and Mishti had pranked her by showing her a bunch of curly hair in their hands, making her believe  that they had cut her hair short.

Looking at him, who was now suppressing a giggle, she asked, "What's funny?" 

He straightened his face and looked at her, "No, nothing. I just remembered something. Did you pack all the gifts for the kids?" 

"I did! Hundred and fifty-four packed and stacked on the second floor." It had taken her nearly five hours, cutting wrapping paper and packing each gift. Today being a Friday, most volunteers had a day off as they had volunteered to work all night, preparing for  next week.

"Luckly, most work was done last night." Abir looked at the preparations. The coming Monday, they were shifting the orphans from the old building to the new one, with child-friendly and a much better designed  rooms, indoor play area, food court and a better library with story books and novels. 

Kuhu had clicked on App store and was now downloading the Apps that Laxmi did had told her about in the morning, "Thanks to your new apps and of course the generous donors!"

"I'm so happy that the apps are a success!" Abir smiled, he was proud of his software engineering degree, he had learnt the skills for coding. He earned quite a hefty sum from his app and invested all that money  on his NGO. 

And then she looked at her phone, it was nearly five in the evening, "Anything else for me?"  

Abir looked at the painting and then at her, "Yes, why don't you join me in the Award's show today!"

"Me?" she asked baffled, remembering how he was going to be honored with an award in the evening for creating four apps in the last one year. Each app helping the society to connect and to contribute in development to the people, but yet she didn't know about the details of the app. 

Abir looked at the invite and handed it to her, "Yes, you. You've worked so hard today! You can represent the NGO alongside, plus in such parties, I become too shy," he admitted sheepishly.  

"That's okay," she nudged him, they had become friendly over the past two weeks, "I am very talkative, as you already know, but in such events, I have so many butterflies that sometimes I end up getting a fever one night before." She laughed hoping to make him feel better. They laughed wholeheartedly, it felt after nearly two weeks that Abir and Kuhu could become a little more than collegues. 

He looked at his attire, "It's a formal event. I'll quickly change," then looking at her ripped jeans and colorful top, "it's fine, you can go in these!" 

"Abir Sir."

"How many times do I have to tell you, only Abir!" he chuckled as he pulled his phone out of  his pocket.

"Okay." she grinned, "Abir, we still have an hour and a half before the event starts, " but she was interrupted by his phone ring.

 He smiled at the screen and beamed, "Excuse me, Kuhu "and answered,  "Hi Bubbles! Were you missing me?"

Kuhu frowned, she had never seen Abir act so childlike, his expressions and tone was turned cute. She couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but Abir was quick to reply, "Hawwww," he animated, "Of course I will. I'll give you a present when I return." He laughed at something, "No, no, no I miss you more." he paused and listened intently, "thank you, my princess! Come on now, finish your homework before I reach home." He laughed and ended the call, then looked at Kuhu, "you were saying something?"

"I didn't know you were married ?" she blurted out.

He laughed, "Why can't I be?" 

"No, nothing like that, I just didn't know." She shook her head and then remembered what she was talking about before, "I was saying, we still have time, I'll go home and wear formals for the ceremony?" 

"I'll drive you to your home and from there we could go to the venue," he offered innocently, hoping to meet Mishti. 

The drive to the Maheshwari House was a difficult one, roads blocked with broken trees swimming in the flood. Kuhu had called up to ask someone to just hand in the black formal dress and the heels along with her make up kit, she decided she would change into formals in the venue instead of wasting time at home owing to the weather. 

Raj Mahal Hotel had a marble floor and beautiful wooden sculptures, which made the interiors a place worth visiting.  In her black formal dress, Mishti stepped into the grand hall where the awards ceremony was going to be held. She was a whole hour early because her weather forecast predicted  that the rain was going to worsen.  Clutching the invitation card close to her heart, it was the first time she was attending a formal event, she wasn't so sure if she was ready to ask questions  from the awardees.  She recalled how Mr. Rajvansh had complimented her for her first article that she had written and then called his secretary, Arpita to write back to the organizers that he'd attend the event with Mrs. Arundhati Kamra and Ms. Mishti Agarwal, who will be representing the CSDS. 

Mishti located her seat which had her name on the chair, it had been only two weeks and already she had gotten this opportunity.She tapped her feet in nervousness, waiting for Mrs. Kamra who was would be reaching in half an hour as planned to brief her about her work and about their task in this ceremony. She then dialed the one number that calmed her always. 

Mishti poured a bottle of water into her glass, "Nannu!" 

"Mishti pot, now lovely you called." He took a long loud sip.

"Coffee again?" Mishti knew Nishant had developed a bad habit of drinking excessive coffee to get extra hours to work.

He laughed a little, "The past two weeks have been hectic. I liked how we had divided all the work at home, things moved so much faster. When all three of us cooked, time would pass by so fast," He took a deep breath, "Now, I don't feel like cooking."

Mishti tensed, "what have you been eating?"

"Breakfast is coffee and cookies, sometimes muffins, donuts. Lunch is normally a sandwich or I head out to eat in the restaurants, snacks," he laughed looking at his coffee mug, "I guess more coffee. Dinner I mostly cook once in three days and it lasts for three days." But before Mishti could start shouting at him, he spoke, "I'm having healthy dinners."

"Nannu!"she was furious now. 

"Ms. Teapot, the house is cold without you two."   

"That is no excuse!" she puffed. She looked around, a group had just entered the hall, they were all young people who seemed to know one another. "You will surely get sick if you don't take care of yourself!"  

Nishant listened patiently, "Okay, I'll cook every day!" 

Mishti relaxed her, "Oh Nannu, I'm nervous," she checked the time, Mrs. Kamra was suppose to be here any minute. By now,  half the hall was filled with  people,  who were busy chatting and meeting people they knew. "I don't want to look stupid sitting here alone..." Someone entered the hall, smiling at people and greeting people as he made this way through the entrance, it was Mr. Rajvansh.

"Then go talk to them," he encouraged. 

"What? No, I'm waiting for ... I'll talk to you later." Ending the call, she started dialing Ms. Kamra's number. After several failed attempts,  she sighed sat down politely. As Mr. Rajvansh approached her, she  went to greet him, "Good evening Sir." 

"Good evening Mishti. How are you doing? Is Ms. Kamra , here?"

She  looked at her watch, she should be here. "I tried calling her. Maybe she got stuck with something." 

Just then , she heard a voice from her back, "Nanu."

She turned to see the charming face of Kunal, he doned a black three-piece suit with dark black tie and white shirt. His hair combed perfectly, he had charisma along with a positive personality.

"Hi Mishti." He greet her as always, with a big smile on his face.

Nanu looked at him with a perplexed look, "You know each other?"

"Yes Nanu. Mishti had applied for a internship and we nearly had the contract signed, but then I got to know that she had applied to your think tank too so I told her she should definitely stick around in CSDS. "

"Thank you Nanko. Mishti, I'm glad you decided to work in CSDS, Nanko's firm does boring work." Kunal pretended to be offended and Mishti laughed. "We call him Nanko at our home." He patted Kunal's back, but then he looked at him curiously, "How come you remember names?" 

"Ummm...we met in the wedding too. Mishti has come from London and we were in the same university there," he explained. 

"Right, right, wait until Parul gets to hear about it?" Nanu winked. He then looked at the Mishti, who was a little confused  about the context, "Kunal why don't you sit with Mishti until Mrs. Kamra comes. I'll go meet some friends." 

"The award ceremony should begin any minute," he took a seat next to Mishti, then saw a girl pass by behind Mishti with crazy curly hair and exit the hall, "No, it can't be!" he exclaimed out-loud. 

"Can't be what?" she asked, but before he could reply, the audience was informed that the event is going to begin and would request everyone to put the phones on silent. A welcome note was read out-loud. She decided to record it in her audio recordings hoping them to be useful later. Many people were given awards, young people were given awards and all there stories were inspiring. The last award of the day was for the Young Entrepreneur of the Year, it was announced "Abir Rajvansh!"

Mishti instantly felt mesmerized, the smile caught her attention, the face was familiar but she couldn't pin point where she had seen him. He had a neck length hair, which were shining in the light, a navy blue tuxedo with a pretty black bow.  Did they just say Rajvansh? Or maybe some other name.  Mishti looked at Kunal, who was clapping a lot and had an even larger smile on his face. Her phone rang and she silenced it quickly.  She cursed Kuhu, why was she calling her at this time. She knew that Mishti was in an important event so she texted her back stating to message instead of call. Just as the short speech by Abir came to an end, he concluded, " I would like to thank my nanu Mr. Yash Pal Rajvansh and my brother Mr. Kunal Rajvansh for accompanying me today and supporting me in this endeavor. Enjoy the evening everyone. Thank you for the award."

Mishti clapped as the man walked off the stage and the award ceremony had been concluded. Abir walked straight to Kunal and gave him a hug.

"Congratulations Bhai! I'm so proud of you. You have always done the best things and today you have been given a reward for all your great endeavors and work, not just an award."

"Thank you Nanko!"

Kunal smiled at his brother and then remembered Mishti, "Bhai, this is..." 

"Oh my god, YOU!" he was flabbergasted. 

"Excuse me?" Mishti replied, perplexed at his animated gesture. "Have we met?" 

"Angry Violent Chorni! You hit me in the chest and you forgot?"

"Of course, no wonder I was thinking I have seen this face before." She crossed her arms, "I'm not a chorni." 

"Of course you are!" Abir clutched his award closer to him hoping to save it from this theif.

Kunal looked at Abir and then at Mishti, confused to the core, "you two know each other?" 

"Yes!" both replied in unison, "actually, no!" Both of them were unsure how to react after their first rendez de vous . They had never thought they would meet again.  

"Bhai, this is Ms. Agarwal, she works in CSDS with Nanu."

Mishti looked at him and remembered how positive energies radiated from the Rajvanshs, the cool nanu Rajvansh and the kind charming Rajvansh, but this Rajvansh was unbearable and when would he stop making fun of her, this one was the Ajeeb Rajvansh.

 Abir extended his hand, "Nice you meet you again," he bowed a little dramatically and sarcastically finished, "Angry Chorni." 

"It's Mishti, Mishti Agarwal." She replied extending her hand to shake his hand. "Congratulations for the award."

Dumbfounded, he stood surprised, he couldn't believe he had heard the one name, which had become the most interesting mystery of his life. His angry-violent chorni was his mystery girl, he had been listening to her for the past two weeks, as she stood in front of him, he knew her, he knew everything that the diary spoke of her and for a moment, everything felt so real.

"Mishti," the name came out as a whisper, it did not suit her angry and violent personality,  he chuckled, "Abir Rajvansh," is all he could reply back. 

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