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Gosh... I'm sitting at my computer, this moment, not really sure of what to type or even say to u all... I guess I owe u all a BIG apology... for taking this long in updating... I'm not even sure if any of u are interested in this FF still, or not... but hey! I'm finally posting the next part!! Probably gonna be short! Don't kill me for it! It's a forewarning!! hehehe... anyways, I hope u haven't forgotten me, or this FF! And if u have, here is a short recap of all the things that happened in this story!!! :D Let's see if I even remember... hee hee...
Samrat- Benji's best friend: a casanova
Benji- Samrat's best friend
Mayank- Samrat's bro
Nupur- Samrat's Bhabhi
Gunjan- Benji's sister who has recently come from abroad.
Benji has always been an overprotective brother to Gunjan. He loves his Sister more than life itself and is prepared to save her from everything-and when need be, even from his best friend Samrat. But destiny has something entirely different in store for the two... Samrat and Gunjan first become friends and then slowly fall in love with each other. Unfortunately, they are under the pretence that their "love" for one another is nothing but friendship. But of course, Love is unstoppable! They realize at last that they are indeed in love. But Gunjan, is not prepared to spend he life, loving a Casanova like Samrat. She believes that Samrat is just USING her, much like he has used other girls and begins to hate him. It is then that Samrat gets into an accident on the road, while thinking about Gunjan.
NOW:
I could hear my heartbeat slowing down. An unexplainable dizziness came over me. It was becoming hard to breathe. I could just make out the faint voices... beckoning to me... telling me that it would be alright... to hold on... that I would make it through. But I had lost all hope of survival. It hurt. There was a stabbing pain in every part of my body...as if I had been ripped apart into shreds. And I was sure of it then, that the voices, crying out around me, were all lying. Nothing would be the same again. Death seemed inevitable.
Amongst the voices of my friends, I strained to hear one voice in particular-Gunjan's. But she wasn't here. I felt my heart, sinking…. Would I not be able to see her even once before the ugly claws of death pulled me away…? Would she come…? After what I had done to her, would she even care to see my face…? I felt increasingly defeated as time passed. It wasn't death that I was afraid of… it was more the fact that I would never see Gunjan again….
Unable to fight the sleep, calling out to me each second, I closed my eyes… trying to find peace within the chaos of my heart.
~~~~~
Nupur's hands were quivering within mine. I grasped her tighter, trying to give her the support which I didn't have. From the moment she had seen Samrat's blood-streaked face, she had been in a state of shock which was becoming worse by the moment.
"He'll be alright won't he?" she whispered, her voice hoarse. They were the first words that I had heard from her for what seemed like ages.
I nodded with false confidence.
"Of course. He's my brother after all…. Does God dare take him away so soon…?"
There was no response from Nupur.
"Sit down Nupur…" I sighed. I pulled her to a seat near Samrat's ward. "There's nothing we can do right now anyhow… don't make this harder for me…."
Nupur whisked around to face me. "What? I'm making it harder for you?! Guess what, Mr. Mayank Sharma. You're not the only one with problems around here! We're all going through the same damn thing! So stop acting like you're something different from the rest of us, do you understand?!"
She snapped. Tears were flowing out of her eyes quicker than ever. I had never seen Nupur cry…. "So what do you want to do…? You tell me Nupur… What can we do?" I asked quickly, trying to stop her flood of tears. This was the last thing we needed….
"Gunjan… we have to tell Gunjan…" I was stunned. "What? Gunjan? But why? She's not even involved in this!!" She pursed her lips, as she turned towards me. "Oh, she's more involved than you might think Mayank…. Maybe you don't notice the sparks in Samrat's eyes at the mention of Gunjan's name… Maybe you never saw his smile widen when Gunjan walked through the door… maybe you never felt his pain when Gunjan was hurt… but Mayank… I saw it all…. Gunjan and Samrat… they're … different…. The words "in love" don't exactly fit them… they're more… soulmates...you know? They can just FEEL each others pain…their eyes talk millions while their mouth stays shut…. They're special… they have a special connection…" Nupur paused briefly, probably wondering if I was grasping anything she was saying.
I scratched my head.
"So what's your point…?"
Nupur groaned, exhasperated. "I'm saying that Gunjan is the only one who can help Samrat! What he needs now is to hear her voice… to feel her touch…! And Gunjan, I'm sure she has no idea about this! Otherwise, no doubt she would be the first one here!"
I nodded, still unsure of Nupur's logic. Though she did have a point. Gunjan should know about Samrat's accident.
"Then what are we waiting for…? Let's go!" Nupur shook her head. "No, not we. I will go and get her. You, sir, will stay right here and keep an eye on Samrat-in case he awakes, or something."
I agreed, but couldn't help the sly smile that played on my lips.
Since when had Nupur become so smart…? Sangat ka asar. I thought to myself, contently.
~~~~~
Nupur's heart fluttered as she reached out to ring the doorbell of Gunjan's house. It was a grand house, nearly as big as her own, but held a beauty like none other. It was obvious that Gunjan belonged to a very respectable family….
Nupur was kept waiting for a few minutes before the door was thrust open. The face Nupur saw in front of her was one of an angel. Perhaps not attractive… but undoubtedly beautiful… Gunjan had flowing brown hair, tied loosely at the nape of her neck, a white chudidaar and stylish glasses adorning her.
"Gunjan…?" I guessed.
She nodded. "I'm Samrat's sister-in-law." There was an immediate rush of irritation within her eyes. "Oh…" Was all she could manage.
"I think…I think it would be best if you left, in that case…"
Whispered Gunjan after a brief pause. Just as Gunjan began to close the door, Nupur placed her foot, wedging the door open with it.
"Wait!"
She cried. "At least give me a chance to talk Gunjan…"
Gunjan hesitated, unsure of what to do. "Look, you're angry at Samrat right? Then why are you taking it out on me? I did nothing to you Gunjan… and you owe me this much…." She added, quickly.
Gunjan nodded slowly.
"Come in…" She beckoned. Nupur shook her head. "I didn't come here to sit. I came to tell you something."
Gunjan gazed at her, curiously, wondering what she could possibly want to tell her.
"It's Samrat…"
Gunjan sighed. "Look, I know this may sound rude, but any conversation involving Samrat is one that I do not wish to have. Wait a minute… did he send you here?!"
Her eyes flared with anger.
Nupur shook her head immediately. "No, it's not like that! Samrat didn't send me! How could he?! He himself is lying on a hospital bed, on the verge of dying!" Her eyes were lined with tears, which began to roll down her eyes once more.
Gunjan was shocked. She couldn't believe this… Samrat had tried the same joke A SECOND TIME!! The only difference was that he had involved his sister-in-law this time.
"You too?!" She screamed, unable to control her anger any further. She glared at her, irritated. "I thought you were more sensible, Nupur…. I thought at least you must have realized that such jokes aren't amusing…. Unfortunately, I was wrong." She began to near the door once more, before Nupur stopped her.
"And I thought the girl Samrat is in love with, might be a little more intelligent, but unfortunately, I am wrong…"
"Oh please… you do know that he's not in love with me, right? This love… it's a mere joke for him. No… correction… LIFE is a joke for him."
She felt her heart break as she recalled the events of the morning… Samrat… faking a car accident… just so that she would forgive him…. It was downright sickening…. And now he was trying it again!
Nupur closed her eyes, allowing the flood of tears to pass…. For the first time in her life, she felt defeated… The one person, who could save Samrat's life, was unwilling to do so…. She didn't know what she could possibly do now… other than try a last time, to convince her.
"Yes Gunjan… I may be lying… Samrat may be lying… but these tears… these tears Gunjan… they are no lie…. They are real. And if you had even a little bit of room left in your heart for Samrat… if you had trusted him even for a moment… you wouldn't have said the things you did. It's quite sad actually…sad that Samrat loved a woman like you…"
Gunjan felt a sudden stab in her heart. Could Nupur possibly be right?
~~~~~
Mayank was pacing back and forth across the hallway of the hospital. Where is she? He wondered, anxiously. It didn't take people this long to talk to a person about something urgent…especially not Nupur….She was a talker alright….
Just as he finished his thought, he noticed Nupur, sauntering across, towards him. She seemed to be lost in her own world.
"Nupur!" Mayank called, his voice lined with concern and relief. "Finally! Now tell me. Did you meet Gunjan? What did she say? Is she coming?"
Nupur was silent. And Mayank received his answer.
"Why Nupur? Why hasn't she come…?" Her eyes flashed with irritation. "Forget it Mayank… we don't need her to save our Samrat. Nothing will happen to him…and that doesn't depend on whether Gunjan is with him or not…. Samrat is strong… he'll be able to handle it…." Though Nupur tried her best to sound confidant, her voice still ended up sounding slightly skeptical.
Mayank sighed as he seated himself on a nearby chair. "So now what?"
"Now we wait for the doctor to give us the update." Declared Nupur.
But Mayank knew that Nupur was not satisfied. Her eyes were continuously drifting back to the doorway, in hopes that Gunjan would suddenly walk in.
And that is exactly what happened.
As Nupur turned for a final time to peer towards the door, she saw her. Gunjan stepped in. Her cheeks were reddened with tears and her eyes looked sore.
"Hi…" She acknowledged, hoarsely. Nupur pursed her lips, angrily. "I'm here to see Samrat…." She whispered.
"I'm sorry. Strangers are not allowed to visit any member of my family-especially not Samrat." She snapped.
"I know you're angry at me…and you probably never want to see my face again…but right now…it's more important for me…for us…" She corrected quickly. "that I see Samrat now."
Just as Nupur was going to throw another comment oozing with sarcasm, Mayank stopped her. He placed her hand on hers, quieting her at once, before giving a quick nod of approval to Gunjan. She smiled gratefully before rushing into Samrat's ward.
~~~~~
The sight she saw in front of her, was one she did not imagine of seeing, even in the worst of her nightmares. Samrat lay on the white hospital bed, his face lined with scars and cuts. He looked helpless…innocent…and what scared Gunjan the most-defeated. It almost looked as if Samrat had stopped fighting the pain…. As if he was prepared to…to die…. Gunjan felt a sudden lump in her throat. Nupur had not been lying…Samrat wasn't lying…. How had she been so wrong about Samrat…? But she knew the most important thing right now, was to save Samrat's life. She bent down near him, her hands quivering. She slowly clutched Samrat's hand with her own. It felt as if a new spark was running up her body. She shivered with pleasure. She knew they had a connection…she had always known… but it was only today that she realized exactly how STRONG that connection was. Gunjan bent down and placed a light kiss on his forehead, the feel of his skin lingering. She closed her eyes, praying…praying that Samrat would be alright…that he would never leave her side….
It was not long before her wish was fulfilled.
~~~~~
SAMRAT'S POV:
I felt a rush of energy racing through my body…. It was something different…pleasurable. Though the darkness within my eyes still threatened to kill, it felt as if my pains had eased…. Gunjan…it had to be Gunjan…. She was HERE! I felt my heart leap. She had COME! I had never felt so much relief…peace…. I couldn't leave her now…. I had to fight…for her sake. Even in my state of unconsciousness, I could picture only Gunjan's face…. Her voice…willing me to come back…. Her smile…enticing… Her body….welcoming…. It was like home…. I couldn't leave her. I fought. I fought the darkness. I fought death itself. For her…for my chashmish.
~~~~~
"Chash…mish..."
Gunjan felt herself exploding with happiness. "Yes Samrat! I'm right here! Right by your side! Like always! Come back to me Samrat!"
She cried. Samrat's hand twitched. A sign?
Gunjan gave a silent thanks to the lord above, who had given her Samrat the strength….
He slowly opened his eyes, taking in Gunjan's face to the fullest.
"You…came…." He croaked. It turned out to be more of a statement than a question. Gunjan hit his arm, lightly. "Of course I came, you idiot! How could I not! I'm not your Chashmish for no reason am I?"
Samrat could tell she had been crying. Her eyes were red with worry. He slowly reached up, mustering the strength that he had remaining, and touched her cheeks. Gunjan smiled, the tears of happiness unstoppable.
"Stop…crying Chashmish…" He whispered. "You know…I can't see that…" Gunjan frowned. "So you can't even see me cry but you expect me to see you in a hospital bed, hurt and helpless, and not feel anything? Why'd you hurt yourself Samrat?" He smiled. "So you could ask this question."
Gunjan glared at him. "Not funny!" She replied, sticking her tongue out.
There was a moment of uneasy silence. Samrat was lost in Gunjan's eyes, as was Gunjan. Though no words were spoken, they both knew they shared with each other, a bond. A bond so special…so pure…so eternal…. A bond of love….
6 Years Later
"Samrat! Let go of me!! Look, Khushi is crying!" Gunjan was wedged against the kitchen counter and Samrat's heavily built body. Trapped… she thought. Samrat grinned, mischievously. "Kahan? I don't hear her!"
Gunjan struggled, as she tried to push Samrat back, and eventually gave in to his desires. Samrat pulled her close…increasing the intimacy between them. He gazed into her eyes first, preparing her for what was to come…and then down to her lips.
Delicious… he thought to himself. He leaned in…closer…. He could hear Gunjan's heart thumping with anticipation. Samrat touched Gunjan's lips with his finger, a rush of pleasure running through his body. Gunjan closed her eyes…knowing what was coming.
Just as their lips were about to meet, they jumped back, startled, upon hearing a scream from their 4 year old daughter.
"MOMMMYYY!!!!!" This was of course, followed by a loud, high-pitched crying.
Samrat sighed, as he backed away, allowing Gunjan to escape and attend to Khushi. Gunjan winked. "Can't catch me that fast!" She declared, running off. Samrat grinned, thievishly. "Oh, we'll see about that Mrs. Gunjan Samrat Shergill."
END
So this is the completion of my FF, KYA MUJHE PYAAR HAI! Please do tell me how you like it guys! Hopefully this was a longer part than usual for you all! :D Please comment friends!!!
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