It was the last day of university before the summer vacation. So many students were going to visit their families after  a whole year.  Amongst those students was a beautiful young Indian girl, Mishti Agarwal. This was the 2nd year of her Bachelors in Sociology. It had been two years since she had visited her family in Rajkot, a beautiful town in India's state of Gujarat.  In the last summer vacations, she had opted to do an internship for 4 months and was unable to meet her family.  Though her Badi ma had come to visit her for a month, it wasn't enough. Time away from family felt like eternity sometimes.  

She gathered her books from the locker and emptied the locker that had been provided to her for the year. As she moved out of the locker area, a tall curly-haired girl stepped in front of Mishti with a huge grin on her face. 

"What ?" Mishti asked her. 

"It is the last day of 2nd year! I'm so happy! We are finally going home tomorrow. " The bubbly girl  spoke, "Aren't you excited hashtag boring Mishti? I'm so looking forward to meeting Mom, Dad, Dadi, Dadu,  Jasmeet Chachi and of course all my school friends!" 

Mishti nodded and started walking out of the locker area  towards the entrance of University.  Kuhu started walking next to her but didn't stop speaking, "It has been two long years, you know two long years are twenty- four months exactly." 

"Twenty months Kuhu, " Mishti corrected her. It had been 20 months since they had moved to London from their home town to live in London, away from the chaos that enveloped Mishti's existence. 

"Whatever, " Kuhu continued, "Because of you, I couldn't go home last summer and had to pick up three odd jobs while you ended up interning in the policy firm which gave you a handsome stipend and also proved to be beneficial for your career. I on the other hand..." 

Mishti interrupted Kuhu, "You could have easily applied for  an internship related to Business Management,  but you did not. It isn't my fault. I had told you  so many times to apply for an internship, but you were busy with your dance workshops and organizing the Ballroom Dance  that you did not care to listen. It isn't my fault that you took it as a competition..." 

Kuhu interrupted Mishti, "Whatever, the point is,  Dadu wanted me to stay with you and so I couldn't go home! And now that we are going, please be excited." 

They were now out of the campus and walking towards their car,  when a blue sportscar pulled right in front of them making them shriek. 

"Who the Hell..." Kuhu shouted but abruptly stopped as she saw a familiar face smiling and waving back at the two girls.  

"Nanchak!" Kuhu exclaimed!  "I thought you were not coming." 

A young, handsome man came out of the passenger's side and  hugged Kuhu, "I got to know you rescheduled your flight tickets for tomorrow night so I made some arrangements and here I am!" 

"Ms.Teapot!?" He looked at Mishti. 

"Nannu!" Mishti came to hug him.

"It's Nishant Maheshwari! Don't call me Nannu. It's so embarrassing." Nishant spoke as he hugged her back. 

"I'm so happy that you could make it. I seriously thought we were not going to meet before we went for summer vacation!" She hugged tightly . 

"Nanchak, I'm so happy that you returned today. For the past two weeks,  living with Mishti in that house has been the worst days  of my life. This boring Mishti spent the last two weeks studying for the exams, locked up in her room and only coming out to eat food.  I on the other hand was so bored..." 

He looked at Kuhu, "and how were your exams?" 

"Nanchak, hashtag superb.  Whatever I studied came in the exam, easy-peasy."  Just then Kuhu's phone rang,  "Oh god, it's hashtag Edwin!" 

"Edwin?"  Nishant questioned.

As Kuhu stepped away from Mishti and Nishant, Nishant spoke first, "Did she start dating Edwin?" 

"I don't know Nannu. I don't think she is dating him. He was interested in her, but Kuhu hasn't liked anyone  in University as far as I know except.."

"She had her heart for that guy who graduated last year with his MBA degree."  Nishant spoke as they saw Kuhu struggling to keep up with the conversation she was having on the phone. 

"Her one and only crush has been, " Mishti smiled as she remembered the days and nights Kuhu had spent describing the love of her life.  

"Sports-car,"  Nishant and Mishti spoke in unison and laughed. They did not know who Kuhu had seen that one faithful day, but they knew he had graduated  from MBA and owned a sports car.  

"Phew," Kuhu ended the call and came back to them, "If mom ever gets to know that this Angrez has gone bonkers and fallen in love with me, mom will never let me come back to London." 

" It is your fault Kuhu! When you knew he was getting serious, you should have informed him that you didn't want anything serious. And now you are going to hurt his feelings!"

"I found him cute. I didn't know three dates would make him fall in love with me? You keep saying Love doesn't happen so easily, how can he fall in love with me in just three dates?"

"Don't worry Kuhu, Dadu and Dadi will persuade your parents like they did last time!"  Nishant spoke back. 

" What did you say to him?"  Mishti asked. 

" I told him, he is a nice guy, I thanked him for the chocolates and the roses." Mishti nodded in approval. "But then made up something that my family is conservative and they would never accept an English man as my husband and that totally freaked him out," Kuhu spoke without taking a break to breathe and continued, "and he said  he wasn't getting that serious, we are just twenty years old." 

"Well, at least you got rid of him," Nishant spoke. Kuhu smiled broadly and nodded.  "So girls," Nishant spread his hands, "why don't we go out for a nice dinner before heading back home. I'll ask the driver to take your car to the house while we can go in my not-so-fancy sports car?" teased Nishant to Kuhu. 

The night started with a nice Japanese cuisine.  The drive back to the house was a beautiful drive  along the side of the Thames River. As the London Eye,  the Houses of Parliament, London Bridge  and Big Ben passed by, the  beautiful bollywood songs playing in the car made the last night a memorable one in London. Kuhu, Mishti and Nishant enjoyed the last few hours together laughing and singing.  

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