FF: [SG] Dare You To Move- Last Part P.143 - Page 74

@ all my readers- I is having MAJOR MAJOR brain farts. Will update tomorrow, promise.

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Part 10

Samrat: You're in two places at once.

"You're in two places at once." That echoes through my head a million times. Here standing before me is Samrat. The COOL DUDE Samrat who cares about nothing more then himself, but this time' it's not about his image, he's not doing any of this for himself' here he is making my wishes come true. He's fulfilling everything that I've ever wanted.

I know this is not a time to become all sentimental, but I can't help it. For the first time in my life, I feel genuinely happy. I can't explain what I'm going through! For Samrat, this may be "just another thing," but for me, this is huge. Nobody has ever gone out of their way to make my wishes come true.

He looks at me. I guess he's looking for a reaction or expecting me to say something.

"Samrat'" I mumble, trying to hold back my tears' but it's too late.

Samrat: Whoaa!! Gunjan! Sorry, I didn't mean to-

He moves forward, trying to comfort me. There's still a distance between us, and suddenly' I want this distance to vanish. For that moment, I don't know what comes over me, but I grab onto him. I hug him' I hug him as tightly as I possibly can, never wanting to let him go. If I let go of Samrat now, it'll be like letting go of everything that I've ever wanted, everything that I've ever needed.

It feels like centuries pass by, I begin to let go of Samrat, and then, suddenly- I'm pushed back against his chest! I feel his arms wrap around my waist ever so gently, yet firmly. Our bodies fit together like those jigsaw puzzles. I feel like I belong here in his arms, I feel safe.

We don't say a word to each other for the next few minutes. I take in as much of him as I can, knowing that a moment like this will never repeat itself. He's awfully silent too, and surprisingly, he's not letting go of me either. Infact, he pulls me closer to him, like he never wants to let go. And to be honest with you, I don't think I want him to either.

That's when my senses kick in. I'm brought back into reality. I let go of him as quickly as I can, prying myself loose from his grip.

"I-I'm sorry!"

I feel my cheeks heat up and my eyes brimming with tears. "I didn't mean to- I' I don't know what came over me!"

I turn around before he can say anything and walk towards his bike. When I get there, hot splashes of water trickle down my face. Why Gunjan? I ask myself. How could you? HOW? Hug him? How could I go and hug Samrat like that? What right did I have? How could I go beyond my limits?

My stomach twisted and turned. I felt sick, I felt disgusting. The more I thought about what I did, the more revolted I felt. How could I face him after this? Worse- what if he ended our friendship thinking that I had hopes above it? What if' he didn't want to be my friend anymore? How would I react to that?

"Gunjan?" He walks up to me. I keep my back turned so he can't see me crying.

Samrat: Gunjan'

He places his hand on my shoulder, and no matter how much I try to fight it- the electricity of his touch runs through my body like an adrenaline rush. It's crazy how a simple touch from him can do this to me.

He turns me around so I'm facing him. I look down at the ground, praying that he'll leave me alone so that I can compose myself back together.

He's silent for a moment as if he's debating whether or not he should say something. "Should we get going?"

I simply nod and take a seat on the back of the bike, and without another word, we both ride away in pure silence.

Samrat stops a few houses away from mine, and when I ask, he points at Dia who is standing a few blocks away screaming at Uday Bhaiya.

"Oh." I say, before getting off the bike. It's kind of awkward just standing there and not saying anything. Plus, I don't really feel like talking after the You Know What.

"Okay, bye." I begin to walk off when he grabs my hand.

Samrat: Gunjan!

I stop. I turn and face him, not meeting his eyes. "Gunjan, nothing's changed. I mean' the hug' it was nothing, really. We're still cool right?"

"Yeah, of course." I say feeling relieved that Samrat still wants to be friends. Now, I smile. "See you at rehearsals tomorrow Samrat!"

We both part ways, and I can't help but feel lighter than a butterfly. Today was the best day of my life!

"Gunjan! BACHAO!" My thoughts break free as soon as Uday Bhaiya comes running towards me. "DEEDS IS GONNA KILL ME!"

I watch Dia run behind him. "YOU FOOL! What were you doing in my ROOM?"

Uday Bhaiya: Deeds! For the millionth time, I wasn't in your room! OUCH!

Dia smacks Uday Bhaiya with her purse. "Then WHY is it such a mess?"

Just then, di arrives. "Geez Dia, could you be any louder? Just shut up and leave Uday Bhaiya alone."

Dia glares at di and storms off. Uday Bhaiya thanks di and heads off. He says something about "needing to invite Tams."

When everyone's gone, di walks over to me. She has on one of those "I know what you did" looks that have me freaking out on the inside. She raises an eyebrow. "Gunjan Bhushan bunking classes. I never thought I'd see the day."

My mouth drops open. "Di' me and bunking classes?" I let out a nervous laugh. SHOOT she found out!

Di: Gunjan, that's the fakest laugh I've ever heard. And don't think I wouldn't find out, I may not be in your class' but word gets around.

"Di, I don't know what you're talking about."

Di: I've also heard that you and Samrat have been getting a tad bit too friendly these days. Stay away from him Gunjan; he's not your type.

"We're just friends di. Nothing more."

Di doesn't look convinced. "I just want the best for you Gunjan, you're all I have."

She looks into my eyes and touches my cheek. "I only want the best for you. Forever and for always."

"I know."

Di: So no more bunking classes unless I give you permission okay?

I nod obediently. Di always used to bunk classes until she met Mayank.

Di: Oh, before I forget! Dia's hosting a welcome back party for Sheena!

"Really? Who's coming?" I ask, fidgeting with my dupatta.

Di's jaw drops wide open. "EVERYONE Gunjan. DIA'S holding this party, and you know her! Acha, no more talking, go and get dressed!"

Everyone. Great, just what I needed. I sigh as I walk into the house.

Samrat:

So I'm at home now trying to get my mind off of Gunjan, but clearly, that's not working. I keep replaying today in my head over and over again. Her last wish on her list keeps coming back into my head. "To sing in front of a crowd and not care what anyone thinks for a change." Somehow, I feel that it's my responsibility to make her happy. Maybe since we're friends, I mean' friends do things for each other right?

Im SO absorbed in my own world that when Dia calls, I nearly have a heart attack!

"Uh hey." I speak into my cell, trying to sound casual.

Dia: Sammy!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hold the phone a good meter away from my ear. "Yeah, it's me."

Dia: Oh Sammy! You have to come over today! I've called up the entire gang' its Sheena's welcome back party!

"Sheena? She's here? And YOU'RE throwing her a party?" I laugh into the phone. Sheena's been my friend for ages, she left for England to pursue her career in modeling a year or two back, we kind of lost touch during that time. But from what I knew, Dia HATED Sheena!

Dia: UGH, you can be SO mean Sammy! Are you coming or not?

"I'll be there. Give me an hour."

I rummage through my closet and pick out a red cashmere sweater and a pair of black jeans. I spray on some cologne and head out the door.

-- At The Bhushan House

Dia and Uday welcome me inside. I haven't visited this place in a long time; the house looks very different now. I can tell that some major renovations took place here. The house actually looks a lot bigger now then it used to a few years back.

I scan the crowd and spot Mayank and Nupur. Mayank has his arms crossed and he's sitting slumped on one end of the couch. I'm guessing he's mad at someone. And then there's Nupur who's glaring at him from the other end. On the other side of the room, I see Benji talking to Purab and some new punk looking dude that I've never seen around before.

"Looking for someone?" I turn around and see Sheena standing before me.

"Sheena! Hey babes!" I hug her formally. "Damn, you look stunning!"

"Oh Samrat!" She rolls her eyes. "You'll never change, will you?"

"Not a chance! So, how's England? You here for good now?" I ask.

Sheena: No yaar, just until the play ends. Oh, by the way- congrats! I heard you bagged off with the leading role! I never knew you had the acting genes in you.

"Yeah, well I'm full of surprises, aren't I?"

Sheena: Well, I'm actually more surprised that Gunjan's cast opposite to you! You both make the perfect pair.

Her last word catches my attention. "Pair?"

Sheena: In the play silly!

She winks and walks off, leaving me even more confused. Something about her choice of words haunts me.

"MAYANK! Listen!!!!!!!!!"

Mayank: Nupur DON'T touch my hair!

Nupur: YOU NEED A HAIRCUT!

I watch Mayank and Nupur bicker back and forth.

"Di!" someone calls.

My eyes drift towards the staircase. There she is, as innocent as a baby. She walks down the steps nervously, playing with her dupatta. I've noted that whenever Gunjan's nervous, she tends to fidget a lot with whatever is in her hands.

Then, I remember her last wish. I grin. "Perfect."

I take out my cell and call Benji. "Dude, I'm gonna need some help."

Gunjan:

Di: MAYANK! Listen!!!!!!!!!

Mayank: Nupur DON'T touch my hair!

Di: YOU NEED A HAIRCUT!

I sigh. Di's been trying to convince Mayank to get a haircut since last week. Normally, Mayank does what Di says, but to him' his hair's his fourth love (apart from aunty, di, and his books of course!)

"Di!" I call, walking down the stairs. I pause. There's a LOT of people here. I automatically begin fidgeting with my dupatta, and then I notice Samrat standing a few feet away. He's talking into the phone with a HUGE grin on his face. Something about his expression makes my stomach coil.

A few minutes later, Benji walks over to me.

Benji: Hey Gunjan!

I look at him, confused. Benji never talks to me. "Uh' hi?"

Benji smiles. "This is for you."

He hands me a small microchip. "It's like an earplug."

This has got to be one of the weirdest gifts I've ever received. "Uhm, Benji' this party's for Sheena' not me, I think you should give her the gift."

Benji: No, it's for you! Now c'mon!

Benji makes sure that nobody's around before he leads me outside.

"Okay." He says, "Put the chip in your ear."

I raise an eyebrow. This isn't some sort of prank is it?

Benji looks annoyed. "Would you just do it? It's nothing bad, I swear!"

So, I do as instructed. Then, things start to get really weird. Benji hands me a blindfold and tells me to put it on. "Benji' I'm not too sure about this!"

He just ignores me and ties the blindfold around my eyes. "Sorry Gunjan. I've got strict orders."

"From who?" I ask in disbelief.

"From me." I hear someone's voice inside my head.

"Samrat?" Okay, did I mention that this is REALLY weird? I think I'm going crazy!

He laughs. "Chashmish, don't worry. It's just me-Samrat. You're hearing me through the microchip."

"Uhuh'so tell me again why I'm blindfolded?"

Samrat: I'll tell you when the time is right. But first, I need you to do me a favor.

There's a pause. "I need you to sing for me."

"Sing?" I can't SING!

Samrat: Yes Chashmish, I need you to sing for me.

"Samrat," I begin to say, but he cuts me off.

Samrat: Chashmish, please?

"Where are you?"

Samrat: I'm standing right before you.

I begin to untie my blindfold but he stops me.

Samrat: I don't want you to be nervous when you see me' that's why I thought of the blindfold.

"But I can't sing!" I sound like a hopeless case.

Samrat: Sure you can! Now, sing Gunjan' for me. I don't care what, just sing from your heart.

I stand there for a moment. Everything's silent around me, the only thing I can hear is Samrat's deep breaths. This is it- I tell myself. Just sing Gunjan. Sing' for him.

Yeh Zindagi
Khole Baahein Khari

I pause; still, there's nothing but silence. A gust of wind breezes by.

Hawa Yuun Chali
Dil Kahey
Tu Bhi Zara Saath Aa

I feel my confidence boost up.

Kal Chotisi Chuti
Yaadoon Ki Gali
Pal Mein Naya
Aisa Wadoon Ka Silsila
Bheed Mein Bhi Kyun Lage
Ke Hum Hai Akele Yahaan
Nikhle Jo Ghar Se
Chale Jab Hum Tum
Aanjane Safar Pe
Chale Jab Hum Tum
Palkhon Ki Peeche Hai
Chupa Ek Sapna Dil Ka
Aankhon Taale
Kyon Ye Basa
Mushkil Dagar Mein
Chale Jab Hum Tum
Liye Khwab Dil Mein
Chale Jab Hum tum
Subhaa Hota Hi Jaise
Daarta Hai Dil
Kab Kaise
Armaano Ki Boodein
Jo Palkhon Se Barse
Nikhle Jo Ghar Se
Chale Jab Hum Tum
Aanjane Safar Pe
Chale Jab Hum Tum
Mushkil Dagar Mein
Chale Jab Hum Tum
Liye Khwab Dil Mein
Chale Jab Hum Tum

Suddenly, I hear people applauding. My heart starts to beat faster. What's going on?

Samrat: You can take off your blindfold now Chashmish.

I do as he says, carefully taking off my blindfold. My eyes blur, and when they clear' I see hundreds of people standing before me, all clapping.

Samrat: You always wanted to sing in front of a crowd na?

"By GOD Gunjan! I never knew you could sing so well!" Di squeezes me tightly.

Mayank: Akhir saali kiski hai?

Di and I both look at Mayank, stunned. Di's face turns pink.

Mayank: I mean' I didn't mean-

Di: MAYANK! By GOD- see, I think all that hair is getting to you! It's time for a haircut!

Mayank: NEVER!

He storms off, and di chases behind him.

"Aren't they just something?" Sheena stands beside me.

I laugh. "I guess love does that to people' it makes them say and do things they never thought they'd say and do."

Sheena stares ahead. "Similar to how Samrat's making you do things you never thought you'd do."

I turn to Sheena, surprised. "What do you mean?"

Sheena looks at me. "Gunjan, I know you inside and out. There's no way you just decided to sing in front of all these people."

I don't answer. I adjust and readjust my glasses.

Sheena: And I heard Samrat talking to Benji on the phone. I didn't believe it at first, but then I heard you actually singing. And a little birdie told me you've been skipping classes.

"It was just once."

Sheena's eyes widen. "So it's TRUE?!"

I nod, feeling ashamed.

Sheena: And were you with Samrat?

I nod again.

Sheena: Gunjan? Can I ask you something?

No Sheena, you cannot ask me anything. I am in no mood to play twenty questions today, I SKIPPED classes for the first time in my life, spent an ENTIRE day with Samrat, and have just SANG in front of a hundred people without KNOWING it! Don't you think I need some time to let it all sink in?

That's what I want to tell her, but me being me' I remain silent.

Sheena: Gunjan, c'mon! Don't give me the "we're just friends" crap! A "friend" doesn't go out of his way to make one of your wishes come true! A "friend" doesn't convince you to bunk classes JUST so you could spend the entire day with HIM! A FRIEND-"

"Sheena!" I gasp. "I'm not in love with him!"

Sheena raises an eyebrow. "Okay, then maybe he's in love with you!"

"Sheena, how can you even think that? You KNOW Samrat! He's into girls like YOU, not ones like me!"

Sheena looks serious this time. "No Gunjan, he wants the world to think that he's into girls who fit into the "hot" category. But when he's with you, he's different. He's a changed person, a better one. And that's what love is all about, being yourself and not being afraid to show it."

"Sheena, seriously, I think you've had too much to drink." I feel this sudden rush of nervousness flutter through me. "I'm gonna go upstairs, see you tomorrow morning."

I walk inside and run up the stairs and walk into my bedroom. I lock the door behind me, and collapse onto the ground. "Are you in love with him? Maybe he loves you!"

Sheena's words stick to me like glue. Samrat can't possibly love me' can he? I mean, he's only doing all this because we're friends. Don't friends do things for each other?

But why did she sound so sure of herself, like she was stating a mere fact, not something she thought was going on?

I lean against my door and stare up at the ceiling.

"Dude, you can tell me these things you know?"

"There's nothing to say! The only reason I talk to her is because of this damn play, after that- it's over! Things will go back to normal, we'll both go back into our own worlds."

I press my ears against the door. I can hear someone (or someone's) outside my bedroom, it sounds like they're having an argument of some sort. I try listening harder.

"That's a whole lot of bull Sam! This girl's got you changed, and you don't even know it!"

I sit up this time. Who was Samrat talking about? What girl?

"Benji! Shut the hell up, Gunjan and I aren't even friends. It's just a temporary thing, now leave me alone!"

Not even friends. Ha! I knew things were too good to be true. But unlike before, I wasn't angry with Samrat for dismissing our "friendship" like that this time. No, Infact, I was somewhat relieved. In the back of my mind, I knew that after the play, things would get back to how it was before. The both of us would go back into our normal lives and pretend that nothing ever happened.

Then why did it hurt so much when I imagined my life without him? Why did my heart ache?

Samrat:

I watch Gunjan run up the stairs and walk into her bedroom. This is the perfect chance to go speak to her. I'm about to knock on her door when someone grabs my shoulder.

I turn around, it's Benji.

"Uh, hey dude. Did you need something?"

Benji's eyes dart back and forth between the door and me. I know what he's thinking.

"I was looking for the bathroom Benji." I say, calmly.

Being a convincing liar comes in handy at times like these.

Benji: Really now Samrat? The bathroom? Is that the best you can do?

I look at him, puzzled. "Meaning?"

Benji: Dude, what's up with you these days? You're never home, you're ALWAYS on time for lectures, and you don't get pissed off when I borrow your clothes!

"Benji! Just get to the point."

Benji: My point is that you're not the same old Samrat I know.

I laugh. "What the hell are you talking about man? Of course I'm the same Samrat!"

Benji: Then explain your sudden liking to Gunjan.

Benji: Oh, whoops- did I say like? I meant something more like' LOVE.

What the heck is he saying? LOVE' and me? GUNJAN? That equation doesn't seem to go together.

Benji's eyes soften a bit. "Dude, you can tell me these things you know?"

"There's nothing to say!" I reply, trying not to explode. " The only reason I talk to her is because of this damn play, after that- it's over! Things will go back to normal, we'll both go back into our own worlds."

We both remain silent for a while. I swear I hear something thud against the door, but I ignore it.

Benji clears his throat. "And do you think you'd be able to let things go back to normal? Will you be able to accept life without her?"

"What the hell's wrong with you Benji?" I snap. "I'm still the same old Samrat, you know- the cool dude who has all the chicks. There's no freaking' way a girl' especially someone like Gunjan can change me!"

Benji: That's a whole lot of bull Sam! This girl's got you changed, and you don't even know it!

I clench my fists. "Benji! Shut the hell up, Gunjan and I aren't even friends. It's just a temporary thing, now leave me alone!"

I push him aside and walk out of the house. I need some air, a lot of air! There's something seriously wrong with that guy! He's officially lost it!

On my way out, I pass Ms. Tamana. She gives me a warm smile, but I'm too pissed off to fake one right now. I push past everyone and start walking away- far away.

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BG thanx for letting us know. Will wait =)

OMG yay u updated. Reserved.

UGH! I-F's messing up my writing format. :'(

OMG Mimi, you updateddddddddd!

WAAAA. I don't ant this to end😭😭😭

This part was too good👏 Love it.. The realization was awesome👏👏👏

When will SAMRAT REALIZE?? I was watching the SS date episode and I felt like taking the knife and kicking me😡

BG edited my comment. And IF didnt mess up ur update so relax =)

OMG Mimzz!! Awesome part! me loved it!!
Update the next one soon!

Sorry for a tiny reply...very busy =( but cudnt resist reading the update 😆