Hustle For Love |COMPLETE| MaNan Fiction

1. The One Where It All Begun

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S.P.A.C.E. Academy, New York circa 2011

(Common kitchen, S.P.A.C.E. Residency)

Nandini Murthy

"Damn you! You, dumb, useless, silly, stupid pancakes" I cursed the runny batter in sheer frustration, as I saw it spread all over, as I poured a small amount of it on the pan. It was supposed to settle in one place, like a blob, and I was supposed to smear it a little to make a perfect circle, then let it heat. At least that's what I was supposed to be doing, according to the lame pancake making video I was referring to on YouTube since the last one hour. But, of course, how could anything ever work out smoothly, when it involves me, The Nandini Murthy!

It was a Saturday, and the start of Christmas vacations in our college. Yes, I know, what was I doing in the hostel kitchen fighting runny pancake batter zombies, when I could have flown back home and simply asked 'chachi' to make it for me; but, there is a catch here, a small, tiny one really. So, last month while I was video chatting with my family, they were hardly listening to me, all thanks to my deranged, overly happy, unnecessarily optimistic and ridiculously talented brother Abhi. That ass had gone and got himself a Rhodes Scholarship! Rhodes, for crying out loud! Why, why, why!? Mom, Dad, I ask you why, why do you always favour that jackass over me? I know you are laughing your head off seeing me pissed from high up there, but seriously? Calm down Nandu, relax, breathe.

So yes, when I was talking to my folks last month, they were hardly paying attention to my glow-in-the-dark nail paints that I was enthusiastically trying to show them by flashing my hand before the camera; all they could gush about was Abhi this, Abhi that! Abhi my foot! Hmph. Of all the people who could notice my grumpy face on the call, guess who actually did? The same self proclaimed Mr. Smarty Pants himself, Abhi. He kept peering at me and smirking at my frown, and as soon as I started protesting he began his own hail glory song of greatness. Argh!

"You don't even need it silly, we can afford Oxford; then why did you even apply? Show off." I scoffed at him, and he laughed me off saying I was jealous. Not that I was jealous, to hell with jealousy, I am not even that ambitious - you know, that is the only perk of being born rich; you don't have to worry your life out for making money, you can just chill.

I was only annoyed because that ass was getting more attention from ''chacha', 'chachi' than me, and I was never up for that. Wasn't I, Nandini freaking Murthy their princess? Anyway, point being, when I was busy arguing with His Glorious Assness, 'chachu' heard me and went on to preach me on the difference between affording something by inheritance and earning the same thing with grit and hard work.

"Nandu beta, how can you say that? What Abhi achieved is brilliance. Rhodes means not only high pedigree but respect, and independence both in finances and lifestyle, because he has earned it for himself!" he explained lovingly, clearly not getting it that I was pissed!

"Chachu you are too much, you expect Miss Haughty Taughty to understand all this? She is happy with her pocket money and silly makeup accessories" smirked Abhi clearly enjoying himself at my expenses.

"Really, like really? You think I need a silly scholarship to be independent? I can be that even without one!" there I had started digging my own grave at this point without realising then.