Tanhayian(SaJan FF)-DISCONTINUED (Note on Pg. 73) - Page 5

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Hello my SaJan ki Deewanis!!!

I'm back wid my first chapter. It basically revolves around Samrat and how he landed up in India. I've planned my FF in a university backdrop, mainly bcoz, as most of u know, professionally I am associated wid academics, at more or less the same levels, capacities, that I have in my FF. So, I somewhat know the rules of the business on my fingertips. Also, there r a few misconceptions reg. this field that I'd like to address through my FF (don't worry, it won't b boring, off-topic, or un-SaJanish at all). And lastly, and most importantly, SaJan r soooo close to our hearts and I wanted to interpret them in a different scenario, and create their magic (hopefully) in a different world, i.e. the world of my FF.

So, I'm keeping my fingers crossed and I sincerely hope that u all like this chapter. I'll be waiting for ur response, ur feedback, ur suggestions, and above all, ur criticism. Silent readers, just a small request. Plzzzzz press the like button if u find this FF interesting.

So, fasten ur seatbelts and let's get started:

Overview of Excel College:

Excel is one of the leading institutes of India. It started off as a college from grade 11 and offered degree till graduation. But almost four years ago, it was upgraded to post graduate level. The Principal of Sam's times, Dr. Khan (a PhD) was given extension in his term and now he is the Dean of the college. So, to sum up, Excel has really excelled and offers intermediate level to postgraduate level degrees, and resultantly, has achieved the status of a University.

Prelude:

Five years back, just after his graduation, Samrat went to London (from there he did his MBA) because of a major disagreement wid his father, which resulted in matters being extremely formal between them, and he had decided that he won't ever come back. In London, he found the rescue, had his own circle of friends. There also, every girl wanted to b called his girlfriend. He took life on a daily basis and lived everyday as it came. He had name, fame, money, friends, and everything, still he was lonely, he was "tanha". There was darkness all around him, the darkness of his heart. He laughed but never smiled. Sometimes he felt like running away from all the mess, but then this mess was all he had. So, he had compromised wid life, but never lived life. For the past month or so, he was missing India, he wanted to go and spend time alone, with no traces of the materialistic ppl and artificial life around him. Thus, he took his annual leave and came to India and lived in his family home. He succeeded in getting away from the rush, but here the bitter memories of his childhood kept on haunting him.

After a few days, he went to the hotel where he and his only sincere and close friend Purab used to go, for partying, celebrating their special achievements, birthdays, successes. There he met his ex- Principal, Dr. Khan, who now is the Dean of Excel University (EU). He was extremely delighted to meet him, they chatted for a long time and shared the old memories, Samrat told him abt his life after Excel. The Dean got really impressed by him, and without wasting any time offered him a job in Excel as the Head of Management Sciences Dept. (HOD). This offer came as a surprise, infact a shock to Samrat, and he had no answer at that time. So, very politely he told Dr. Khan that he'll think abt it and will inform him of his decision tomorrow. After the exchange of cell numbers and email addresses, they both bid good bye to each other.

Samrat went back home, with a lot of confusion and questions in his mind, and the biggest problem was that he had to answer every question himself. It was a battle of his heart versus mind?and in the end, after a whole night of reasoning, weighing both the opportunities, he decided to stay back. His mind was telling him to go back and secure his future, have a comfortable living, enjoy all the luxuries of life. But the heart was negating the mind and it was saying, "stay back Samrat, u've spent 5 years of ur life there, but didn't find a minute of peace. U were like a commodity there also, wid no one understanding ur emotions, ur feelings. The life there is so fast that u don't get any time for urself. Sometimes its good, but not always, coz u need time to assess u're own life, justify ur existence, think abt ur future..So just stay back".. He thought mayb this cud b a new beginning for him. Maybe here, amongst his own ppl, he wud find some peace. So, after a long deliberation, he listened to wat his heart was saying. but he didn't know that it wasn't the heart, it was destiny that had stopped him from going back to London.

The next morning, he had made up his mind to stay in India. He had completed all his assignments before coming on the vacations and called at his office in London to inform his partner, that he won't b able to continue wid their partnership business. On his partner's insistence, and bcoz he was one of his close friends in London, Sam agreed to remain a partner in the business, on the condition that he'll stay in India and coordinate and undertake selected projects via internet (wid revised partnership terms).

After negotiations and finalization of terms there, he finally rang up Dr. Khan to tell him that he's willing to join Excel.

And now the story begins?

CHAPTER 1

Samrat rang up Dr. Khan, "Hello Sir, Samrat here".

"O, Samrat, my boy, how r u?" the Dean replied.

Before Samrat cud reply to his question, Dean continued.. "so, u've taken the decision?"

"Yes Sir. Though it was a difficult one, still I feel that I shud give it a try."

This brought a smile on Dean's face and he said "That's like it. I knew u will consider this offer. It will b a pleasure for us to have u here."

Before the Dean cud speak any further, Samrat said, "Sir, it is one of the major decisions of my life, and before signing any formal contract, I'd like to discuss a few things wid u. If u have time, can I come and meet u sometime?".

"That will b perfect Samrat. Waise bhi ye battein fone pe nahin hotein. So, bolo kab a saktey ho?"

"Whenever u say Sir. Mein to free hi hota hun, jab bhi ap kahein, aur jab bhi ap ko suit karey, mein a jaonga".

"Ok. Let me check my schedule." Dean took a few minutes, asked his PA abt his day's appointments and went back to Samrat's call.

"Well Samrat, kehtey hein na ke aj ka kaam kal pe mat chodo. To isliye tum aj hi Excel a jao. 1 o' clock will be fine."

"Definitely Sir. I'll b at ur office at 1 pm sharp."

"Good! See u then.".

"Thank u Sir, bye Sir". And he disconnected the call.

It was 10 am and Samrat had plenty of time to go to Excel. There was an excitement surrounding him.

"5 saal baad aj mein us jagah jaon ga, jahan se meri zindagi ki bohat si yaadein judi hein. Yahan se janey ke baad mein ne kabhi socha bhi nahin tha ke mein wapis India aon ga, and especially Excel jaonga."

While thinking all this he had a smile on his face and a hope in his eyes.

But then suddenly, the smile was replaced by signs of distress.

"Per merey liye ye job bilkul nayi hai (as in new). Merey pas iska koi experience bhi nahin hai. Aur university mein job??? Itney saarey students honge wahan pe. Mein un se kaise deal keron ga. I mean, the HOD needs to have certain level of maturity.Per agar Princi (his old habit of saying Princi) ne offer ki hai, to unhon ne kuch soch samajh ke hi ki hogi"

All sorts of thoughts had occupied his mind and he decided that he'll discuss everything wid Princi.

Excited, as well as nervous, he got up to get ready. But dis wasn't also an easy task..

"oh, shud I wear formal, or casual.. Kya Samrat, university hai, to formal hi hona chahiye. But abhi I haven't signed any contract, toh abhi kya zarorat hai".

This debate within him lasted a few minutes and eventually he decided..

"Bas Samrat, aj tu jeans mein hi jaye ga. Baad ki baad mein dekhi jayegi".

He wore his fav. T-shirt and jeans and off he went to Excel.

That drive to Excel, the roads, the trees, the places, all seemed so familiar to him. While driving he went five years down the memory lane, recalled all his friends, the lovely time he spent at Excel, the carefree days of his college life, everything was flashing in his mind. Finally, he reached Excel, parked his car and went towards the main gate.

As soon as he entered the college, his heart started beating faster. All the memories of his college days came alive, right front of his eyes. Though the college had changed a bit, and some new construction was done, still the main layout was the same. Soon after entering, he raised his head to see the place where he had spent an unforgettable time of his life. The moment he saw, he cud imagine himself going up the stairs and entering the gate, on the right side there were still a group of students standing and discussing everyone who was entering. Chalte chalte, he looked towards the right, and saw boys playing basketball. He felt as if he was also among them, taking the ball from his team member, dribbling it while moving towards the pole, doing a basket and then giving a hi5 to Purab. While thinking all this, he became teary eyed. On the stairs, near the bb court, a group of girls sitting and he felt as if they were shouting "Samrat, Samrat".. From the library door, he felt as if he himself and his friend Tina are coming out, wid Tina holding the books and he walking in his usual carefree style. As he moved forward, he saw a computer lab and thought, "this is a new addition here. We had no labs in my time." Further ahead, he went near the cafeteria. There he saw the bench on which he and his gang always used to sit, eat, discuss, and enjoy. Right next to their place, was another bench where Uday (one of his friend) used to sit, coz he cudn't bear ANY interruption while eating. As soon as he looked towards Uday's bench, he got a mini shock and instantly said "UDAY, RIYA". He cudn't believe his eyes. It was actually them

Uday and Riya were both Samrat's class mates, both had only one passion, one aim in life and that was to eat, eat and eat. And this common passion laid the grounds for them falling in love, no not wid food, wid that toh they were already in love, but also wid each other. Uday's and Riya's dads were quite influential ones, and used to give heavy donations to Excel. And Uday and Riya were like permanent students of Excel, who spent record time in each class. Both of them were now FINALLY near the completion of MBA, and if they failed one more time, they were warned that they'll have to pack their bags from Excel forever and that too widout any degree.

On seeing them both, Samrat had a big smile on his face. He wanted to go and ask them as to what were they still doing at Excel, but then stopped. For a minute or so, he enjoyed seeing them both fighting over a last bite of pizza that was in Riya's plate, and then he moved towards Princi's office.

Samrat:

I was completely lost in my thoughts, abt Excel, my past, my life, abt Uday and Riya still being at Excel, and wid all these thoughts, I entered the corridor which lead to Princi's office. As soon as I turned, from behind the pillar, I saw a girl wid specs, wearing a peach color dress (knee length shirt, wid a churidar), a slightly darker shade dupatta, entering the same corridor. Her hair were neatly tied in a pony-tail and a flick was touching her cheeks. We both were coming closer and closer to each other. The sun falling on her enhanced her milky white complexion, which was perfectly being complemented by her rosy pink cheeks. She had a pile of files in her hand, a pen in her mouth. The slight breeze was making the flick on her face move and sometimes get onto her specs and sometimes kiss her cheeks. She was trying to maintain a balance while holding the files, adjusting her flick. She was lost in her own world. All this time, I cudn't take my eyes off her. As we both were getting closer to each other, I got more and more absorbed into her beauty, the depth of her slightly dark hazel colored eyes that sometimes looked at me from behind her spec and sometime lowered as if to avoid mine, and my heartbeat became abnormal (faster, or slower, I don't know coz I was totally lost in her). She seemed like a fairy who had landed on earth straight from heaven. She was as delicate as a flower. All my life I had never seen such a beautiful girl. I thought that there was something exceptional in this girl. Her innocence, the refreshing scent of her perfume, her calmness, her gait, everything made me glue my eyes on her.

As we were almost on the verge of crossing each other, I, not at all planning to say, but as if the words fell off from my mouth, said, "May I help u"..

Gunjan:

I had taken a half day leave from Uni. I packed up my things, took the assignment files that I had to check, took my bag, locked my office door and started going towards the Uni gate. While I was walking, Dia (my student) came and returned me the pen she had borrowed from me. Both my hands were occupied, so I took the pen in my mouth (wrong thing I know, but my hands were so filled that I cudn't even open the zip of my bag). As soon as I turned towards the corridor (on which there is Dean's office), I saw a boy, dressed in casual jeans, wearing a black shirt, with some blue and yellow stripes on it. His hair were falling on his forehead (mayb bcoz of the slight breeze). He had something in his dark brown eyes, his gaze, which forced me to look into them, despite my sincere efforts to avoid them. The more and more we were getting closer, the more my heart beat was racing, butterflies in stomach were becoming active. There was something different in him, in his eyes, on his face, in his smile, that made me uneasy yet at ease, uncomfortable yet comfortable. I, trying to remain firm, kept on walking and just when I was going to walk past him, he said."May I help u".

Gunjan was dumbfounded at his words and he, he slightly lowered his face, trying to understand wat made him speak.

Since she had a pen in her mouth, she nodded her head and made an ummmm sound, while pointing her eye balls towards the pen in her mouth (as if she was requesting him to hold the pen).

Her expressions and the softness of her ummmm left him in awe.

She ummm-ed another time. This time wid more assertiveness and looked at him as if her eyes were scolding him for not understanding.

He read her eyes this time and took the pen out of her mouth.

She continued, this time wid words, "O, thank u so much, it was going to fall any minute".

Wow, wat an amazing voice she had. So soft, so different, so genuine (coz he was used to listening to fake voices all around him, but this one sounded pure).

"By the way, admissions have closed, ap kuch din late ho gaye ho, u'll have to wait for the next semester to start", she told him.

All this time, he was looking at her face, as if he wanted to memorize it, and save it in his eyes forever. He was listening to her and every word of her's was melting in his ears. He understood that she was thinking him to b a student, wanting to take admission in Excel. He smiled inside, coz he felt good that the pretty lady thinks him to b quite young.

"Woh actually mein Princi, I mean Dean se milney aya tha. Meri unke saath ajki appointment fixed hai".

"So, ap Dr. Khan ka affice dhoond rahey hein, well it's the last door on the left", Gunjan told him, pointing towards the door, wid her eyes of,course,

Though he knew where the office was, still he felt extremely good that she was so concerned, so helpful..

"Thanks a lot for the help" he said.

She just nodded her head, gave a smile and walked past him.

After taking a few steps in the opposite directions, they both simultaneously and unintentionally turned around, as if some inner urge has forced them to do so. Both were surprised to see each other turning around and looking at each other, still it felt good. Why??? They didn't have the answer. So, both just smiled to each other. And then they both took their respective paths.

ayesha sweetheart firstly loads of hugs for a brilliant start🤗
wow thank god finally u unleashed a passion which the world needed to see and bask in its warmth....fantastic work....

not just becoz its ur first chap but more out of complusion i am going to quote a few lines that just left me zapped

He laughed but never smiled he had compromised wid life, but never lived life.

whoa that was like OOW ayesha

he didn't know that it wasn't the heart, it was destiny that had stopped him from going back

this correlation to his decision was aptly placed to give an insight to the readers of the author's view👍🏼

The description about sam's trip down d memory lane literally had me filled with goosebumps, without my realization i was reliving my coll ....my classroom,.... memorable moments in my coll canteen....god ayesha d beauty of ur words u took me on a nostalgic trip ......i had to pull myself back n continue😆

The description about gunjan was so beautiful ayesha.....truly it can be only a writers gift that can describe beauty in its most inherent form😍

on the whole loved the entire chap n u have done a splendid work ayesha.......this is gonna be one memorable FF for the SAJAN fans👏

reserved!!!!!
ayesha u dint even tell me tat u r writing one!!! =((

awesome beginning Ayesha hon🤗 👏👏👏👏

Loved how simply U put down Sam's Life in so short yet explained it completely ⭐️

Hmm So now Sam & gunjan will be Faculty members at Excel wow .. what a turn around loved this idea 😃

do cont soon hon & Gr8 Going 👍🏼

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