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Hey friends, Aditi here and I welcome you all to my SS Gallery which is totally based on world's most beautiful, januable, lovable, adorable and couple SAJAN.
I dedicate this gallery completely to my entire group of IF friends especially Sanju and Zeejay, who always encouraged me to write more.
Ok friends, Starting my first OS with a hope that you like it.
"LOVE YOU ALL……………. Mmmmuuuaaaahhhhhhh !!!!!!!"
INDEX
1st SS: A DAY I CAN NEVER FORGET
Part 1- Pg 1
Part 2- Pg 3
Part 3- Pg 6
Part 4- Pg 10
A DAY I CAN NEVER FORGET:
The alarm clock broke the silence that overran the room. It was a large and luminous room, with the walls painted in soft colors and with sophisticated furniture. In the core of the room was a bed, where a good-looking boy was sleeping deeply, without any intentions of waking up.
The bothersome sound of the alarm stopped from a moment to another to then start to ring even more powerfully.
Samrat Shergill groaned as he put the pillow over his uncombed head and tried to sleep again but even the attempt was useless. He was already awake.
Samrat took a look at the clock on his bedside table to then let out a sigh when noticed that it was around half past ten.
It was late. Again.
He got up swiftly from the bed and went downstairs to his kitchen to prepare a rapid-breakfast coffee. Then Samrat ran upstairs once again to tidy himself up. He grabbed a pair of jeans off his room's floor and gulped his daily quart of caffeine to wake his mind up and start his day, which was all about meetings, practice sessions, screaming fans and press conferences.
Just another boring, usual and same old same day in the Samrat Shergill's boring life.
Yes he is our Samrat Shergill, the captain of National basketball team and the heartthrob of the nation, most eligible bachelor as mentioned by every magazine and.............. a complete loner who really wants something more in his life.
He sighed when he thought about that, and zoned out as he exited his house.
Of course his life was not usual, and was all he once ever dreamt about: he had his dream job, the acknowledgement he always wanted, the fame... and the best of all was that he had that with his best friends; but it was just......... boring. Well, not boring either. He had not the correct definition.
His life was... routine. Yes, that could be. Routine.
It was always the same since they came back from their second World Championship and they were the winners. It was like nothing excited him after that entire he had lived in those five years. He felt unappreciative because, in fact, he had it all. He had everything he ever wanted, but it was like... it was not enough.
Samrat got into his black and elegant Beetle and made his way towards their office that was only ten blocks far from his house. He parked in his reserved place, in front of the enormous building and got out of his car. He put his sun-glasses on and started to cross the street, trying not to be recognized by anyone.
He walked through the glass and big doors of the office as he nodded at the receptionist, who gave him a flirtatious smile. Samrat smirked slightly and he made his way towards the elevators.
As soon as the elevator's doors were opened, in the twinkling of an eye, someone tried to scoot and crashed into Samrat, knocking him down. Literally.
Samrat blinked several times, confused, and raised his head to see who was the fathead that was over him, ready to make a fuss.
But instead, Samrat only could gasp and stare at the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life.
Her face was perfect; her eyes were blackish, with chocolate flashes that made them sparkled in a way Samrat considered captivating. The girl's features were soft and sweet, but also frisky and naughty. The little and lovely nose of the girl in combination of her pinky cheeks, made Samrat feel tenderness. Her wavy shining hair was dark brown and had a strong and delectable scent. He can see her beautiful eyes………yes the most beautiful eyes in the world……..behind her specs. So damn amazing.
Samrat had never felt that way. With anybody. He had never felt that incredible feeling that made him want to stay that way forever. He had never felt that necessity of kiss someone that bad and runaway with her in his arms. He had never felt that weakness —and also happiness— while looking into someone's eyes.
How could a girl made him feel that much without even know her name or her personality or... well, without even know her at all?
Samrat's heart was beating so fast. And his head was spinning around. And his breath was heavy.
But the girl, he noticed, was in the same status as him. Plus, she was so a blush and her hands —that were placed on Samrat's chest— were shaking slightly.
Samrat couldn't help but smile. He was about to say something, but a yell stopped him.
"You!!" Samrat and the girl turned their heads at the sound, to see two big men running towards them, through the long hallway. "Don't dare to move!"
"Oh, shit!" the girl muttered, standing up and watching the two guys, that were getting closer and closer to her, with a mix of anger and horror. "Stupid guards."
Samrat stood up rapidly and scanned her from head to feet. That was when he noticed she was not the usual type. She was wearing a yellow salwar suit, but still looking gorgeous .
She glanced him again, and their eyes locked. She stopped breathing, he zoned out. But it was just a second, because the security men were getting closer.
And she reacted.
She flashed a smile and started to run towards the entrance door.
Samrat just stood there, smiling dreamily, until he realized what was happening. "What...?" Samrat whispered to himself, alarmed. "Wait!" he yelled, but it was useless because the girl had already gone.
Without thinking, Samrat ran behind her. He opened the entrance door and scanned the street and its surroundings.
But they were deserted.
Samrat flopped on an armchair that was in the conference room. His two best friends Mayank and his girlfriend Nupur, looked at him with a reproaching look on their faces.
"Where have you been all the morning?" Mayank asked, mad. "We supposed to meet here an hour ago!"
"I know."
"What's wrong with you, Samrat?" Mayank said, confused. "It's been a long time since you seem truly excited for something. Did you forget that being famous BB players was your idea? You can't keep acting in this irresponsible way."
"I know."
"Look, we know something is going on with you and if you are feeling bad or anything, you can tell us, we're your besties."
"I know."
They looked at him confused after hear his repetition. "So, if you know it, why don't you tell us and stop acting like... a zombie?"
He lifted his eyes to look at them and sighed. "It's... complicated."
"Go on," insisted Mayank, impatiently. Samrat glared him. "Sorry."
"Well, I felt... strange, you know. Like something was missing; I felt empty."
"Why are you talking in past?" asked Nupur, bewildered.
"Because that is past. Well, it was past," he replied, sighing sadly. "I met a girl..."
"That's great!" smiled Mayank, happily.
"No, it's not great," he snorted. "When I said I met a girl, it isn't exactly like that. I did not meet her. She crashed into me, today. And it felt... amazing, you know? She was beautiful, but then she had to go. Well, the security men were following her so she had to run away... I couldn't ask her name, or her number. And I know it's wierd because they were just two seconds that I saw her but..."
"Aw, that is sooooo romantic!" shrieked Nupur, interrupting him. "It's similar to our story!" she said to Mayank, who nodded.
"Yeah, but you two were in a college. If I have to start looking for her, it will take me all my life. Mumbai is one of the biggest cities in the world."
They all stayed in silence for some minutes. Then, Mayank clapped his hands and, showing the same sensibility as a portable firearm, suggested to start practising because they were too lagged. Samrat agreed with him.
After almost two hours of practising, making some modifications and trying —uselessly— to cheer Samrat up because he was like a total emo, they decided to end the session for that day
As Mayank —holding hands with Nupur— depressive Samrat was approaching the elevators, they heard an acute shout coming from the other side of the hallway. They turned around to where the sound came from but there was nothing. Sam pressed the buttom as he shrugged. Mayank, Sam and Nupur entered the elevator and the doors were about to close but then, hasty steps were heard.
"Stop them! Stop the doors!" a voice shouted, gasping.
And Samrat acknowledged the voice —even if he only had heard it once— and he made his way through his friends, pushing them, and held back the doors.
"What the hell...?" began Mayank, confused, rubbing the arm that his buddy had put in his attempt to keep the doors open. But he interrupted himself to see the beautiful girl, who was leaned against the elevator's wall, breathing heavily.
Mayank and Nupur glanced Samrat, asking with their eyes if that girl was the one he had talked about before, but he just didn't notice them.
Samrat was staring deeply at her, not believing his own eyes.
"Thank you so much!" she said, recovering her breath. "I actually thought they would...!" she didn't go on. She had found Samrat's eyes. "You..." she whispered, outlining a smile. He smiled her back, forgetting the fact that Mayank and Nupur were watching them with expectancy. "I mean..." the girl shook her head, trying to focus. "Hey, it's you again. Sorry about this morning... eh..."
"Samrat. Samrat Shergill," he quipped. "And you are...?"
"Gunjan Bhushan," she grinned, shaking his hand. Both of them felt that again; that sparkle, that... connection, that kind of... gravity. Gunjan smirked. "Sorry again, Samrat. And thank you for... you know, keep the doors open."
"Don't worry, it was nothing."
They stared and smiled at each other again, completely outside of the fact that they were not the only ones at the elevator, until Nupur cleared her throat, startling the two of them.
Right then, Gunjan noticed the boy and the girl.
"Hi, I'm Mayank,"he introduced himself. "And this ..."
"I'm Nupur!" she grinned, hugging a surprised Gunjan, excitedly. "It's great to meet Samrat's mystery girl By God!"
Gunjan raised an eyebrow, confused, and turned her eyes to Samrat, who was staring at his feet, embarrassed.
Gunjan smiled and looked at Nupur and Mayank again. "It's nice to meet you too."
"Can I ask you something?" inquired Mayank. Gunjan nodded. "Why were you running from the security?"
"Oh, those screwed guys," she said, frowning. "It's not allowed to seep here. And I did it. Twice."
"But why?" asked Nups, confused. "You're not a stalker or a crazy fan girl, are you?"
"Of course not!" Gunjan snorted, amused. It was like she didn't see herself being such a thing. "I'm not very supporter of this game, you know... It's too commercial for me."
"Really?" said Nupur, amused. She liked that girl; she was so outgoing and disinterested. She was perfect for Samrat. "But if you think that, what are you doing here?"
"It's kinda foolish," Gunjan said. "Tomorrow's my best friend's eighteen birthday. She is my best friend and she is so creative and original, you know? The thing is that for my birthdays, she always has something amazing for me. That makes me feel guilty because I don't exert myself for her presents... Anyways, yesterday crossed my mind the idea of getting the signature of her favorites Samrat and Mayank, from National volley ball team…………or basket ball…………Sorry I don't know..."
"Its Basket ball, maybe?" suggested Samrat, smiling slightly. He could not believe she was looking for him and she didn't know it.
"That's it!" Gunjan exclaimed, triumphant. "The thing is... I've been trying to find them the whole day and I couldn't..."
Samrat, Mayank, Nupur grinned. "Well, I think you found them," Mayank said, chuckling.
"Really? But the only ones I met were..." she stopped and looked at them, gingerly and looked at the posters she had. "... you." she finished, in a lower tone.
She slapped her forhead.
"Oh my God, you are Samrat and Mayank, aren't you……..O my Gosh I have seen your photos in a magazine and look I m carrying ur posters too ?"
They all nodded. "Nice to meet you?" she smiled, innocently, as if she was trying not to be more in trouble.
"Don't worry, it's great to meet someone who doesn't shriek when meets us," Mayank teased, as the doors of the elevator opened and he started to walk off.
Sam and Nupur followed him.
Gunjan was about to do the same thing as them, but then stared at Samrat, who was standing next to her, looking uneasy and unsure.
"You okay?" she asked, more concerned than she expected to feel.
Samrat seemed to doubt. He wanted to say and do so many things with her that he couldn't even speak. But, first of all, he wanted her number.
"Yeah, it's just..." he began, nervously. She looked at him, hopefully. "Would you...?"
"Ha, I got you!" a man appeared from nowhere and tried to reach Gunjan, but Samrat stopped him.
Obviously, he was one of the security men that were chasing her before.
"Oh, come on!" she said as she stamped the floor with her foot, angrily. "Can't you see that we are talking?"
"Can't you see that you can't be here? I'm going to call the..."
"She is with me," interrupted Samrat, irritated too. Unconsciously he took Gunjan's hand and interwined his fingers with hers. "She did not know that she should have told me she would be visiting me."
"But..." the man started, angry too.
"She's sorry," Samrat said determined, with a tone that didn't allow replies.
The man glared them, irate, and walked away, muttering things against them.
Samrat sighed, turning his attention back to Gunjan, who was staring at their interwined hands; he blushed, but didn't remove the contact.
"You were saying...?" Gunjan fixed him with a gaze as they walked off the elevator and reached Nupur and Mayank, that were waiting for them near the entrance door.
"Um...,. Nothing……… Nothing at all," he said, cowering.
Samrat and Gunjan arrived where the other two were. Nupur and Mayank noticed the handgrip, but they didn't say anything; they just smiled. The four of them started talking for a while when Gunjan realized the time it was.
"Sorry guys, I better go. My parents will freak out if they notice that I held up my classes……"
Samrat started to get desperated as Mayank —who was the last to sign the posters and everything for Gunjan's best friend— wrote his dedicatory.
"Thank you guys so much!" Gunjan said, smiling widely. "Riya will totally freak out!"
"Your welcome," Mayank said as he chuckled, downplaying it.
Gunjan smiled and said goodbye to them, closing the the door behind her. Samrat wanted to punch himself. He didn't dare to ask her number, she kind of intimidated him. Plus, she left word that she did not like basket ball. And he played it, so... why would she even want to give him her number?
"Please, tell me that your expression is because you want to go to the bathroom," pleaded Mayank, kind of tired of his attitude.
"Well..." he began.
"Samrat!" exclaimed Nupur, Mayank at the same time, incensed. "Why didn't you ask her, her number?"
Samrat bit his lip, regretting it once again.
"Look, she dropped one of the posters! Take it, give it to her and invite her on a date... go, go, go right now!" Nupur yelled, pushing him to the entrance.
Samrat did not think it twice. He took the poster from the floor and ran as swiftly as he could after her. She was already into a bus when he reached her.
Gunjan noticed him and the poster in his hands and smiled naughtinessly. "Look the back of the poster," she modulated, without saying it out loud.
Samrat frowned, confused, but did what she said. It was a poster of his, but when he turned it around, he read Gunjan Bhushan and an ensemble of numbers. He lifted his gaze and found her sexy smile.
The bus started as Gunjan winked at Samrat, leaving him with a huge smile on his face. And a feeling came over him. The feeling that he was going to be a different man.
But one thing was for sure. Samrat had had the best day of his life. A day he can never forget………. N that…………… for sure.
To be continued.........
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