पंचवीस

"Yeah I think we should go with Mr. Seo's suggestions. It would be wiser of us to prepare the boys before the interview. American host are quite tricky, so we must discuss and put limitations to their priving questions." Gauravi suggested looking at members present at the meeting. All had gathered around for the meeting as the band was supposed to head to America again for interviews and concerts.

"Yes. We have called the American parties about it but we haven't discuss about limitations. We should take suggestion of Miss Gauravi and make a call about limitation." Mr. Seo nodded smiling at Gauravi for her suggestion. "So that's it for the meeting. Kamsahamnida!" Everyone bowed and were out of the meeting.

"Why do I have to do this?" Gauravi groaned to herself as she walked towards the refreshment room. She was damn tired from all the running she was doing since early morning. And this, playing two roles was taking toll on her mental stability. She took a instant noddles cup and settled down waiting for it to be cooked. Pulling out her handphone she checked for calls. One was from her mom and other was from Ben. She rolled her eyes before calling back her mother first.

"Bol mumma. (What is it mom?)" Gauravi spoke when her mother picked up the call.

"Bol mumma kay? Asa kon boltey swatchya aai shi? (What Bol mumma? Who talks like that to own's mother?)" Her mother scolded.

"Aare mag tujyashi asa nahi bolnar tar konashi bolnar asa? (If isn't you then who would I talk with like this huh?)" Gauravi sighed and blew air on her now cooked noddles before slurping them.

"Kay? Kay khateys? (What? What are you eating?)" Mother asked hearing the slurping sound.

"Noddles." Gauravi mumbled through mouth full.

"Haa tech kha tu. Noddle-foodle! (Yes you eat that noddle-foodle only!)"

"Aare mumma tu kay expect karte Korea madhe ajun kay khanar.(What do you expect me to eat in Korea?) Their staple food is noddles mumma!"

"Ha ha, jasta nako shikau tu mala (Yes, yes. Don't you teach me).Their staple food is also bhat (rice)."

"Yeah but I am at my job mumma. Ghari jail tevha khail ha? (I'll eat when I'll go home okay?)" Gauravi spoke with a tight smile on her face.

"Hmm. And how's everything going?" Her mother questioned.

"Fine." Gauravi gave a short answer slurping noddles.

"Mag kon ahe ki nahi? Ki aayusha bhar ektach rahicha ahe? (And is there anyone or are you going to stay single for your whole life?)"

"Mumma yaar mi bolli ahe tula aadhich- (Mumma come on I already told you-)" Her mother didn't even let her finish her sentence.

"Nasel tar Patil Kakincha porga ahe (If not Patil aunty's son is there). He lives in Canada, well settled and a doctor too. You won't find any better match."

"Yeah right! You said the same thing about Sankhe kaki's son but what happened? He turned out to be a damn pervert."

"That was one time Gaura. One time!" Her mother argued.

"Yeah." Gauravi rolled her eyes before lifting up the cup to slurped the soup left in it.

"Gaura, you are not getting any younger! Get married before you loose your chances. Nowadays women get their menopause early you know?"

"Yeah mumma. But it's marriage! Not some deal you get at supermarket. Marriage is for lifetime and I don't think I am ready for that!" Gauravi exasperated, tired of her mother constant nagging about marriage.

"Mag kay aayusha bhar ektich rahanar!? Tujha mala na kalatcha nahi deva! (Then are you planning to stay single for your whole life?! God! I don't understand you at all!)"

"Mag nako kalun gheus! (Then don't try too!)" And with that Gauravi hung up the call in anger. "Urggh!" She groaned pulling at her hair.

"You okay Miss Gauravi?" She looked up to see Namjoon sitting across her on different table.

"Uh yeah. Yeah. Sorry about that." Gauravi apologised sighing in exhaustion.

"Was it your mother?" He asked giving her a dimpled smiled.

"Yeah. You heard it? Sorry I didn't realised that I was not alone." She apologised again, she didn't knew that he was there or else she would have not put her phone on speaker mode.

"Yeah." Namjoon slightly smiled scratching his ear. "So what language were you speaking? I've never heard it before?" Namjoon asked changing the topic, not wanting to trouble and embarrass her anymore.

"Oh, it was Marathi. One of local language of India." Gauravi answered smiling back.

"Oh yeah, it was quite interesting to hear. So how do you say basics, cause I wanna learn that after hearing you talk." He blabbered in excitement. Gauravi chuckled shaking her head at his behaviour. Then she started explaining him the basics.

"So it is Namaskar, right?" Namjoon repeated after her. Gauravi laughed at that. "Why? Why are you laughing?"

"No, it's just weird hearing it with korean accent." Gauravi smiled shaking her head.

"NOONA!" Gauravi almost jumped in her chair hearing that.

"Oh my shizits!" She squealed holding a hand over her heart. "Taehyung, don't do that, Jeez."

"Hehe mianhae Noona!" Taehyung grinned and slide in beside her. Sneakily after him Jungkook took a seat in front of her.

"Annyeong Noona." Jungkook greeted avoiding eye contact.

"Hello." She greeted back narrowing her eyes at him.

"What are you doing?" Taehyung asked looking from her to Namjoon.

"I heard her talking in her native language so I was asking her about it. I learned something! Namaskar, right Gauravi?" Namjoon said with a grin stuck on his face.

"Namaskar.." Taehyung repeated after him.

"Damn boy you got deep voice." She said with her eyes wide in amusement after hearing his deep voice. Taehyung looked at her and then at a Namjoon for translation. Namjoon chuckled and translated to him.

"Thank you!" Taehyung chirped making her chuckle.

"Noonaaaa..." A little whine was heard. She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes but ignored him.

"Why are you guys here? Shouldn't you guys be practicing for concert?" She questioned looking at three of them.

"Done with it. We are on rest for now." Gauravi nodded and stood up with the waste.

"Well enjoy your rest. I'll get going." She waved bye and left for her work.

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"Hmm that will work too." Gauravi walking with holding phone in between her ear and shoulder and cartons of coffee cups in each hand. She had noticed the boys had been working too hard lately so she thought why not treat them some coffee. Boys and her had formed a strong bond within last few days. Namjoon would seek for her wanting learn more about new language. Taehyung would tag along with him. Jungkook as usual wouldn't leave her side. She smiled thinking about last evening where they were getting their makeup done and Gauravi had walked in. She remember the banter Taehyung and Jungkook got into about who is her favourite.

"Hello guys! I brought coffee!" Gauravi walked into the studio room. Boys were scattered around the room.

"Ahh we are in desperate need of that!" Jin exclaimed as he helped her with the cups. She handed them to the one's present in the room.

"Where are the other three?" She asked when she found Taehyung, Jungkook and Yoongi missing.

"Yoonki is in his studio and the maknaes, I don't know about them!" Jin answered her question.

"Okay...then I leave this two here and take this one to Mr. Min." She muttered before turning around and leaving.

"Namjoon-ah are you thinking what I am thinking." Jin said as his eyes watched Gauravi leaving.

"Ne hyung. Like I said there's a thin line between hate and love." Namjoon replied smiling back to him. The other two cluelessly stared at them.

"What are you guys talking about?" Hoseok asked.

"Nothing hobi." Jin smiled sipping his coffee.

When Gauravi said the boys and her had formed the bond, a unexpectedly different bond was formed between her and Yoongi. She didn't know what she should call it. It was not like with others at all. Jungkook and her were the closest but Yoongi and her were closest in different terms.

She walked towards the studio holding his coffee. Reaching there she chuckled like she would always do when looking at his doormat. A cat showing middle finger telling to go away. Chuckling again she rang the bell and kept the coffee cup by his door. She turned around when the door opened behind her.

"Shit." She cursed under her breath. This has never happened before. She prepared to run off.

"Shouldn't you give it to the person directly rather then keeping it by the door?" He said making her stop. She nervously chuckled and turned around .

"I-I thought I shouldn't disturb you."

"Well you already did when you rang the bell." He said with blank face. He and his stupid blank face. Gauravi thought letting out a forced chuckle. There's only two faces he had reserved for her. One was the blank face and other was the 'Imma kiss the hell out of you' face.

"Sorry." She chuckled again. "Then I'll get going." She said gesturing with her thumb. When she got no reply she nodded and turned around to leave but suddenly she was pulled and slammed against the wall. That hurt like bitch, she thought as she opened her eyes and found herself inside the Genius Lab, his studio.

"Your habit of running away is quite annoying." He whispered in her ear that made a shiver to run down her spine.

"Umm I was not mmnm-" She was cut off with his lips slamming onto hers.