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Chapter 11 Part C
Half an hour later just as Gunjan is transferring the dal makhani into a bowl, her heart skips a beat when she hears a loud voice behind her which was samrat's voice from very close quarters but he was not to be seen any where near. She follows the source of the voice which was shouting non stop "BREAKING NEWS FOR CHASHMISH< BREAKING NEWS FOR CHASHMISH BREAKING NEWS FOR CHASHMISH". The voice leads her to hall and she finds a camcorder connected to the laptop. Still not spotting samrat anywhere nearby, she goes closer to the laptop n sees a msg on the screen-saver "to hear more details about the BREAKING NEWS FOR CHASHMISH, pls press the enter button"
Curious and carried away Gunjan presses the enter button and imme samrat's face zooms into the screen, a very cute chashma wearing samrat behind some makeshift news desk like table, where he is seen reading out the news from a paper in his hand, just as gunjan touches her face to realize its her spectacles which samrat was wearing, which she had removed when she had sent him out 30min back
Samrat reads with a serious look "Good Evening, Beautiful Princess, This is the Evening News and I am your friendly neighborhood news reader-The Emperor. I have breaking news to announce for which I require your utmost undivided attention
Gunjan cant help but glee senselessly seeing samrat's video recording. Samrat continues "aaj ki taaza khabar, aaj ki taaza khabar n then pauses n puts his hands on his cheeks and makes a dreamy pose as if seeing her in person while recording it and says "haye aaj ki taaza khabar ye hai ki chashmish tum bahut khoobsoorat lag rahi ho aur jab is chehre pe beautiful smile spread hoti hai to tum aur bhi khoobsoorat lagti ho, thoda taras khalo , don't look so beautiful princess that people go into a stupor." The screen freezes
Gunjan blushes at his complement n looks around here n there searching for samrat n not finding him; she goes close to the laptop n lovingly moves her hand on the screen as if feeling him for real.
A voice from behind her(samrat), moving towards her continues, " that too a shyly blushing chashmish with a little of besan on her forehead n a ladle in one hand n clutching her dupatta in another hand is just rocking combination. Yes the breaking news is stop breaking my concentration with ur innocent beauty, Isi ke saath aaj ki breaking news khatam hoti hai , namashkaar " n with that hugs her from the back.
Gunjan blushes to the roots at the open admiration of samrat's and samrat goes like "gorgeous"and bringing his camera out of nowhere captures a picture of theirs in that pose saying "kodak moment" where a stunned and highly blushing gunjan n mindlessly grinning samrat cover the screen space of the camera, one behind the other, picture perfect
Samrat whispers in her ears "another picture for my most treasured gift"
Gunjan smiles and hugs him and like after two whole minutes' releases him from her hug an kissing him softly on his cheek shyly says "thanks for the ad break, now I gotta get back to my cooking n before samrat can stop her, she smilingly sprints away from the place leaving a samrat with satisfied gleam n grin.
After another 40 minutes samrat makes his way into the kitchen with a sling bag in one hand and a cap on his head and a letter in hand and enacts as if knocking an invisible door and chimes "ding dong ding dong"
Gunjan knowing it was another of samrat's Lets-have'fun-moment, turns around and says "yes who's this, pls come in"
Samrat in a serious tone "courier mam, I have a letter to be delivered urgently to you"
Gunjan "okie let me have it"
Samrat hesitatingly "erm mam there is one small condition, I have strict instructions to recite this message personally to you instead of handing over the letter to you. If you wouldn't mind so much, can I?"
Gunjan smiling at the sincerity of his act "sure pls be my guest"
Samrat starts "well the message is one for a beautiful angel hiding behind the covers of spectacles and the messages goes ". Samrat hesitates "erm I , mam"
Gunjan trying not break into a smile or a grin n trying not to blush hard at his choice of words asks innocently "now wat is the problem"
Samrat shilly-shallies and squirms from one leg to the other n says "erm mam the message instructs that I need the use of your hands. If if only I mean if only u cud be kind enough to lend me ur hands for two minutes, I mean purely for the benefit of this message n the owner of this message"
Gunjan's grin escapes her n laughing easily she agrees "sure why not, they are all urs" extends hers as if in offering, n anticipates at the same time with breathe hitched in her throat another romantic flattering remark from her emperor
Samrat acting a lil shy n placing the letter on the table sees the eager exuberance chashmish was trying hard to control n at last minute a thot strikes him n controlling his laughter with utmost grit determination, takes her hand sincerely n looking deeply n focusing solely on her hands in his hands starts "oh beautiful chashmish, how do I say n how do I start, tum itni khoobsoorat ho aur kitni smart, tumhare haat, I mean kitne mahinon se manicure nahi karwaya , look at ur hands n as if in horrow shrieks "eeks why cant keep ur nails clean n polished"
Gunjan is mortified and embarrassed at the same time. She quickly snatches her hand away n guiltily looks into her fingers to see if it was that n seeing them to be perfectly neat realizes she had fallen for another of the great's samrat's pranks.
Gunjan shrieks to a loudly laughing samrat, "samrat how horrible, how mean" n beating him on his back she says "my hands r so darn neat except a lil of flour n besan, how cud u embarrass me like that, u r so nasty" Though she tries hard but gunjan cant help but laugh with samrat for his innovative ways of getting on her nerves n both continue to laugh for some more time
After few minutes samrat cutely apologies "sorry chashmish woh tumhara chehara dekke mujse control nahi kiya gaya, hang on let me read out the real message to u". Taking her hands back in hands n this time a lil mock seriously samrat continues "aapke haath dekhe, bahut nazuk , bahut komal aur khoobsoorat hain, inhe aate aur choole ke neeche mat le jayiye, saqt ho jayenge , "
Both gunjan and samrat again break into peals of laughter, hearing samrat's twisted dialogue from the movie pakeezah.
After few minutes samrat calms down n sincerely pulling her hands towards n closer into his says, "ur hands r as gentle as the soul u possess, when they caress a person adoringly it touches the most deepest corner of their soul, they stand a testament to the serene persona of urs. Pls take care of them today, tomorrow n always chashmish" and saying so he bestows a loving kiss to her hands, without breaking the eye contact with chashmish.
Gunjan is mesmerized as much by the touch of his lips to d sensitive skin of her hands, as is she by the worshipping words of his to her. Smiling shyly on being the recipient of such adulation, she steals her hands ways before the blush takes deep root on her face n gets back to her work in the kitchen, with a happy samrat letting her go
Another hour later, Gunjan was finally done with her cooking and satisfied with her efforts after tasting the dishes one by one she starts setting them on the dining table. Just as she finishes placing the mats n plates on the tables, she is clapping her hands in childish exuberance at having done a neat n satisfying job.
Just then samrat breezes into the dining room with a stereo in hand and a trumphet sound is being played in the stereo and then samrat pauses n imitates with an imaginary mike in his hand,in ameen sayani's huky voice "namashhkar bhaiyon aur unki behnon, mai aapka apna pyara samrat shergill bol raha hun, aur aap sun rahe gujan geet mala, agli farmaish hai morena ke kisi chutki urf chashmish urf gunjan ji ka, aur woh yeh gaana mujhe dedicate karna chahti hain, well chutki ji yeh gaana meri taraf se aapko be samarpith hai."
Gunjan is smiling widely from ear to ear, listening to samrat's newest act as a yesteryear radio jockey and feels delighted when just as he stops, a beautiful song starts playing from the stereo , her all time favorite song from the movie Yeh wada raha and a sizzling sensation passes through her as she realizes this moment cud nt have come at a better time when she wanted to enjoy this beautiful song. Unknowingly samrat had spoken the truth, of her wish, her secret desire to dedicate this to him, n more so- her life long dream of living the meaning of this song with the person who wud mean everything to her one day.
Samrat takes a bow and extends his hand to hers, inviting her to join him in a dance and gladly without a hitch, gunjan sweeps herself into his arms as the song starts
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R54qEzcctCo[/YOUTUBE]
Just as the song ends, gunjan lands with a thud from her past into her present, with her hands raised as if stopping from the rosy picture fading with increasing speed right in front of her, as if to capture the past and make it stay in her present, as if there cud still be a hope, ,'..As if''
To be continued.....
yay i did it , i did it, i did it, i finally updatedπ
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