FF: [SG] Dare You To Move- Last Part P.143 - Page 51

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Let's just say one thing leads to another and Gunjan ends up in Samrat's kitchen. hehe. =)

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Gunjan paced her way back home, tears streaming down her face. Her heart pounded hard inside her chest. She was hurt. She was breaking. Why? Because of him? What was his fault? He was Samrat after all. He was the stud. Who was she? She was nobody.

She walked up to her front step, and before she could unlock the door, it swung open!

Gunjan:

"Gunjan!" Di exclaimed even before I could walk inside. "You'll never guess who's here!"

Di jumps up and down like a little kid. I try to smile at her childishness, but I'm too hurt to even forge one.

Di takes my hand and leads me into the living room.

"Oh my god!" My jaw drops open. I blink hard trying to grasp onto this. Was she actually here?

Di: I knew she'd be surprised!

Di looks at me, her smile turns into a frown. "Gunjan! This would be the time where you say di, you're the best sister in the world! Thank you so very very much!"

"Di-" I begin to say. "How?"

Sheena, my best friend is standing right before me. "I thought you were in London…" I began to mumble, not believing that she was here.

Sheena walks over to me and before I can say anything else, she wraps her arms around me. I hug her back as tightly as I can.

"Oh Gunjan! When Nupur di called me up the other day and told me that you were cast as the main lead in a play, I just couldn't stop myself from coming here!" she says. "I wouldn't miss this for the world hun!"

"But you were gone for so long…" I say, still not believing that Sheena was standing before me.

Sheena: I know I've missed out on so much, but babes- modeling isn't an easy career path. I have to go from one side of the country to another every week! But that's not an excuse, I'm sorry!

Di clears her throat. "Gunjan, I know having your best friend with you is exciting and all, but you know… I planned all this out!" di winks at me, crossing her arms.

Sheena and I both look at each other and nod. We count to three and pull di into a group hug. I can't explain how relieved I am to have Sheena back. The whole thing with Samrat this morning was so depressing, but at least now, I'd have some moral support. I'd have someone to talk to.

After dinner, all three of us settle down in my room. Di tells us that she's heading to Mayank's house. Sheena and I exchange a knowing look. We giggle, but di's clueless. She kisses us both on the cheek before heading out.

Sheena: Ooh lala, Mayank huh? Same guy who we met at the mall last year?

I thought back to last year's shopping trip. Di had forced Mayank to tag along and carry all her shopping bags. Mayank was furious at first, but di always got everything her way.

"He's very sexy." Sheena grinned. "Nupur di and Mayank look amazing together, don't you think?"

I nod, smiling wearily.

Sheena seems to sense something wrong. "What's up Gunjan? You've been awfully silent today."

"Sheena, if you haven't noticed, I'm a very silent person." I fake a laugh at my lame joke.

She doesn't seem convinced. "It's a guy right?"

I pretend not to hear her as I grab the closest pillow near me, and pretend to be fascinated by its' texture.

Sheena: Gunjan? C'mon yaar, Why're you keeping secrets from me? I thought we told each other everything!

"We do."

Sheena raises an eyebrow. "Then tell me!"

I try to fight the urge to tell her about Samrat. But I can't help it, she's my best friend… possibly my only one too. Sheena deserves to know. And plus, she's known Samrat for as long as I've known him. They were pretty good friends the last time I checked.

So I tell her about the play, dinner at Samrat's house. I tell her about our trip to the park, and about this morning. The whole time, Sheena doesn't say a word. When I'm done, I look up at her, surprised that she hasn't fallen asleep yet after hearing my melodramatic story.

"That's it." I mutter, fiddling with the pillow in my hand.

Sheena leans in closer to me. "Gunjan? Do you… like him?" she asks, gently squeezing my hand.

I look at her, totally bewildered by her question. Do you like him? Do you like him? Do I like him?

"We're not even friends Sheena, and after today, I don't think we'll ever be friends."

Sheena: Gunjan, you know Samrat! He's a total ass sometimes. But he's a sweet guy, I know that, and you know that too.

I snicker. "To you Sheena. You fall under the popular category, I'm just that little loser girl who nobody cares about."

"Hey!" Sheena throws a pillow at me. "I care about you! And you're certainly not a loser!"

Samrat:

I'm at the pub. Benji tells the DJ to crank up the tunes while I order a beer. I need something to make me feel high, to make this stupid guilt stop! I drink one glass of alcohol, and then another, and another until I can't sense anything anymore.

But it doesn't help. Gunjan's words still pierce through me like a knife.

"You know Samrat, I really thought you were different… but I was very wrong! You're just like everyone else! You're ashamed to be scene with me, and I'm SICK of it! I actually thought we could be friends."

I clench and unclench my fists. She's right. I can never be that Samrat she wanted me to be. I can never be the Samrat my parents wanted me to be. I am a failure, and that's what hurts most. I remember what Parental Unit 1 said last night. "Be good."

I laugh. Good. I could never live up to 'good' no matter how much I tried. With Gunjan, it was different. I thought, maybe, just maybe… she was able to see past the cool dude Samrat, and she probably did. I ruined that image for her. She never wanted to befriend me for the wrong reasons; she just wanted to help.

I began drinking some more, the liquid burned my throat as I chugged it down.

Benji: WHOA!! Dude cut it out!

Benji grabbed the glass from me. "You okay man? You seem really off today…"

I'm too stoned to say anything. Benji pays the bills and drives me home in silence. He's probably crashing at my place tonight.

I open my eyes slowly. My head pains so much that I can barely get up! All I remember is getting drunk and Benji taking me home in his car. My vision's blurry, but I can make out that I'm in my room.

I clutch onto the side table and force myself to get up. I look out the window, it seems like its mid afternoon. "How long was I out?" I think to myself as I walk downstairs. Sure enough, Benji's fast asleep on the couch. The stair creaks, and he wakes up.

Benji: Mornin' Sam! Dude, I thought you were gonna be blacked out for the next few days! Damn man, I never saw you drink so much in your life!

I plopped onto the couch beside him and laid my head against it. Shit, my head killed!

Benji twiddles his fingers for a few awkward minutes. "So…" he breaks the silence. "What's up man?"

"Nothing's up." I reply, half annoyed.

Benji: The whole night you kept saying stuff.

I raise an eyebrow. "What stuff?" I ask, praying that I didn't mention Gunjan in front of Benji.

Benji: I dunno… you just kept apologizing. When I asked what you were talking about, you didn't answer.

I sigh a breath of relief. "Thank God." I say a silent prayer.

Benji: Kai dude, I'm gonna go straight to Excel. My mom's already behind my case for slacking. I'll meet you there?

I shrug. "Dunno, maybe."

Benji: OH! You owe me big time for yesterday's bills!

I punch Benji on the arm, he laughs and walks out the door.

After Benji's gone, I make myself breakfast. Since I can't cook anything fancy, I end up eating a bowl of cold cereal and OJ. I'm halfway through eating when there's a knock at the door.

"Coming!" I shout, walking over to the door.

I swing it open, and to my shock- there she is. Gunjan.

Gunjan:

Sheena convinced me to go over to Samrat's house. She made me realize that technically, it wasn't his fault either. Maybe I did overreact. I mean, we were never really "friends," then why did I care so much about what he thought about me?

There was that, and the fact that I seriously needed my car back! He had the keys, so I'd have to confront him sooner or later.

I take a deep breath and knock on the door. Before I can practice what I'm about to say, he swings it open. We both look at each other in disbelief for what seems like forever. Samrat rubs his eyes a few times and then searches above my shoulder.

"Don't worry, nobody's here." I say coldly.

Samrat: Gunjan I-

"It's okay Samrat. I thought about what I said last night, and you know what? It's all right. I overreacted yesterday. Anyways, I just dropped by to pick up my car. Could you give me the keys please?"

Samrat looks stunned. "Uh, yeah. It's upstairs…"

"Oh! Wait." I call out to him. He turns around. "Here's your jacket. Thanks for letting me borrow it."

He nods and takes it from me. Everything suddenly feels so… uncomfortable.

Samrat: You wanna come in? I'll go get your keys.

I step inside and close the door behind me. His house smells like sweet sandalwood and a mix of ginger and cinnamon. I fidget with my dupatta while Samrat's searching for my keys upstairs.

I notice that his house is empty today. I wonder where uncle and aunty are… I never got the chance to thank them for dinner the other day.

Samrat walks downstairs swinging my keys between his fingers. When he sees me, he straightens his posture.

"Here." He says, handing me the keys.

I reach over to grab them, our hands brush against each other. Samrat recoils fast like something bit him.

"Are you okay?" I ask, feeling worried.

Samrat: Y-yeah. Totally.

Something about his expression makes me think otherwise.

Samrat:

I still can't believe Gunjan's standing before me, in my house. I didn't think she'd ever speak to me again! I don't know if I should be happy or upset.

"Here." I say, handing her car keys over.

She reaches to grab them and our hands touch. As soon as they do, I feel what seems like an electric current race through my body. I recoil my hand as fast I can. "Whoa. What the hell was that?" Did she feel it to?

Gunjan: Are you okay?

Clearly not. "Y-yeah. Totally." I reply. Gunjan doesn't fall for it, and neither do I.

Gunjan: Okay then, I should get going.

She walks out the door without even saying bye. "Gunjan!" I call out before I can stop myself.

She stops walking.

This is my chance to let her know how sorry I am. But the problem is… Samrat never apologized. Ever.

There's total silence between us.

"Did you have breakfast? 'Cause if you didn't, you could stick around…" I ask without thinking. The truth is, I kind of want her to stay. Maybe I'd muster up the courage to tell her that I didn't mean what I said yesterday.

Gunjan turns around. "It's half past twelve." She says.

"Oh." Is all I can manage to say. My cheeks flush, damn! I'm so stupid sometimes.

Gunjan stands in front of me. "I didn't have lunch though." She smiles, dimples form in her cheeks, funny thing that I never noticed that before.

Gunjan:

As I walk out of his house, I realize how stupid I acted the other day. I took out all my anger on poor Samrat. Yeah, what he did hurt me… but did he mean to say all those things? Usually, I always heard both sides of the story before forming an opinion, then why had I ignored Samrat's side of the story?

"Gunjan!" I hear him call out. I stop. "Did you have breakfast? 'Cause if you didn't, you could stick around…" he says.

I turn around and face him. "It's half past twelve."

His face drops. "Oh." He mutters.

I think twice before saying this, but I guess it's the perfect way I could apologize for yesterday. "I didn't have lunch though."

Samrat's face lights up like a hundred watt light bulb. His hazel eyes twinkle in the sunlight.

Samrat: Would you like to stay over for lunch then?

"I'd love to." I answer.

--- 15 minutes later

Samrat tells me to sit in the living room. He tells me that he'll make something fabulous for lunch and that it's a surprise.

"Make yourself at home." He says before walking into the kitchen.

As if. He lives in a mansion for crying out loud! Not to sound cocky or anything, but my family is pretty darn wealthy and all, but compared to Samrat's family, we seem like minors.

"DAMN IT!"

I hear a huge clang followed by Samrat's curse.

"What happened?" I rush into the kitchen only to find Samrat on the ground with flour all over his hair and face.

I burst out laughing.

"Samrat! If you can't cook, you could've told me." I sweep up the flour from the marble floor.

"Look." I tell him. "Take out the flour with a cup, it's easier and less of a mess." I wink at him.

Samrat nods. He looks embarrassed.

"It's okay. I'm a horrible cook too!" I reassure him.

He brushes the flour off his pants and shirt. I point to the flour on his face, but he doesn't seem to get where I'm pointing.

I reach out and brush my hand against his cheek, trying to rub the flour off. He looks at me, almost stunned.

"Sorry!" I say pulling my hand back.

He touches the spot on his face and I swear… the corners of his mouth form a slight little smile.

We both spend the next hour trying to cook pasta. I end up doing most of the work while Samrat sits on the counter going on and on about basketball.

He helps set up the table and we both sit down to eat.

Samrat: Whoa Chashmish, I never knew you could cook so well!

He digs in for seconds. "Thanks." I say, blushing a little.

Samrat: Gunjan?

My eyes meet his. Suddenly, Samrat looks dead serious. "I'm really very sorry about yesterday."

"Samrat…" I begin to stutter. "It's not your fault."

Samrat: Actually, it is Gunjan. I shouldn't have said that to you.

"But it was for your reputation." I finish off his sentence.

There's a silence.

Samrat looks uncomfortable.

"I understand that your image means a lot to you. I'm sorry for being such a goof yesterday. I don't know, I just thought we were friends."

Another silence.

Samrat: I think I'd like that.

"What?" I ask.

Samrat looks up and meets my gaze. "Being. Friends." He pauses between the words.

Samrat:

Gunjan's taken aback. I don't think she expected me to say that.

"Only if you want to be my friend after all that." I add in.

Gunjan: No, I'd like that too.

Her voice is as soft as a whisper; I can barely hear what she's saying.

"I just need some time to make our friendship public. But Gunjan, I really do want to be your friend…" I sound like a lost case.

She nods. She understands.

"Thank you." I say, feeling a huge burden lift off of my shoulders.

Gunjan Bhushan and I were friends now. Boy, I never saw that one coming.

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