Snapshots - Oberoi Family Edition

35. Ek Main Aur Ek Tu

Requested by heart_talking

Rudra was doing bicep curls in his room when Bhavya came in, a slight bounce in her steps.

Bhavya: *cheerfully* Rudy~

Rudra immediately dropped his dumbbells and looked at Bhavya with a worried, almost horrified expression.

Rudra: *worried* Kya hua?! Kahaan aag lag gayi?! Kaun mar gaya?!
(What happened?! Where's the fire?! Who died?!)

Bhavya: Hey Bhagvan! Aisa kyoon bol rahe hain?! Kaheen aag nahi lagi, koi nahi mara hain!
(Oh God! Why are you saying that?! There's not fire, no one died!)

Rudra: Aap itna khush ho ke bol rahi thi ki main dard gaya!
(You were speaking so cheerfully that I got scared!)

Bhavya: *irritated* Arey hum poochhne aa rahe thi ki kya aap humare saath Meerut chalenge!
(I was coming to as if you'll go to Meerut with me!)

Rudra: Arey toh isse start karna tha na! ... Ek minute, hum Meerut kyoon jaa rahe hain?
(You should've led with this! ... Wait a minute, why are going to Meerut?)

Bhavya: Commissioner Qureshi ki retirement party hain, unhone hum dono ko invite kiya hain. Hum aapse poochne aa rahe the ki agar aap is weekend free hain toh hum dono chal sakte hain warna hum khud hi jaa ke aate hain.
(It is Commissioner Qureshi's retirement party, he has invited both of us. I was asking if you are available that weekend then we both can go otherwise I'll go myself.)

Rudra: Ohhhhh. Arey main bilkul free hoon, hum definitely chalte hain.
(Ohhhhh. Yeah, I'm free, we'll definitely go.)

Bhavya: Perfect! Hum abhi tickets book kar dete hain. But shaayad humein passage wali seats milenge kyoonki kaafi late booking kar rahe hain.

Rudra: Passage nahi, aisle seats. And late booking mein aisle kaise? Usually toh sirf middle bachti hain.

Bhavya: Rudy yeh long distance train hain. Ismein ailse, middle window nahi hoti. Upper, middle, lower berth aur passage seats hoti hain.

Rudra: Hum train se jaa rahe hain?!

Bhavya: *rolls eyes* Toh kya airplane se jaayenge?

Rudra: Haan! Obviously.

Bhavya: Faaltu mein plane ki mehengi tickets kyoon khareedein jab hum araam se sote hue train mein jaa sakte hain. Humein toh 2nd class ki travel allowence bhi milti hain.

Rudra: Bhavya shaayad aap bhool jaati hain ki aapke pati ke paas private jet ka access hain. Humein tickets bhi nahi khareedni aur hum sote-jaagte, khaate-peete, nahate-dhote Meerut ja sakte hain.

Bhavya: Likin-

Rudra: Nonono, no arguments. Main travel agent ko bol ke jet ready karwa raha hoon. Overnight train ki jagah 3 ghante mein pahonch jaayenge.

Bhavya: *with narrowed eyes* Yeh baazi toh aap jeet gaye likin accommodation humare choice ki hogi.

Bhavya huffed and marched out of the room, leaving a confused Rudra behind.

Rudra: *scratching his head* Yeh competition tha?

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Friday Evening
Oberoi's Private Jet
Mumbai Airport

Bhavya cautiously sat in the plus armchair-like seats of the plane and buckled her seatbelt. She looked around with marvel. She had heard a lot about high-profile people travelling in private jets, she was travelling on one for the first time. Rudra was sitting opposite to her, focused on working on his laptop. He was determined to finish his work during the work-week and not pushing it on to the weekend, something which Bhavya really admired. The flight attendant came around, asking the duo for drinks. Rudra asked for orange juice (unfortunately there was no protein shake onboard for him) while Bhavya asked for tea, even though she could use some liquid courage. Her pride wouldn't let Rudra know, but she was terrified of flying, especially after hearing stories of Oberois being in plane crashes and barely surviving one herself. Rudra was asleep on their flight to and from Milan so he hadn't seen her clutch the armrests like her life depended on it. And she hoped to keep it that way.