Updating my FF ... n this part is dedicated to all my sweet devils😈.
Enjoy it if you can , if u dont enjoy it, dont hit me😆
Part 11(Beginning of the WAR)
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Two moves… just two moves, and Samrat was floored.
"Check-Mate" Gunjan declared with a victorious smile.
"Hey , but… how is that possible. I just moved one pawn." He said with shock.
Samrat has moved a pawn from 3rd right row, and then gunjan grabbed the golden opportunity. She moved her queen diagonally five positions ahead. This brought samrat's king and her queen diagonally on the same line, causing a check mate.
"Look, your king is exposed now. It's a fool's mate."
"Fool's what?"
"Hufff… Never mind." Gunjan took pity on him and smiled, "The truth is , You lost the game."
"Yeh sammy! She's right!" diya grinned.
"Shut up you traitor!" Samrat gave her a cold stare and turned to gunjan,"That's unfair Chashmish. I don't even know what happened." Samrat tried to argue.
"Did you play it for first time?" gunjan narrowed her eyes.
He just shrugged.
Chess…? An indoor game… he always loved thrills, outdoors, hiking, skating, racing. This game is sooo like Sue… Suhani.. his big sis.
"Par gunjan , ye game aise achanak se end kaise hua?" benji was confused as usual.
"Well , whatever! That's not important now. Ab to tum haar chuke ho samrat…" gunjan pouted looking at him.
"Hello… Haarne ya jeetne ka faisla to tab hoga , jab sabko equal opportunity milegi."
"Oh really? agar ye baat thi to muze kamzor opponent kyu kaha? Ab pata chala kamzor kaun hain?"
"Itna uchalo mat." Samrat was annoyed," Chess aata hain iska matlab ye nahi ke kuch bhi kar sakti ho."
"To tumhe ab bhi is baatpe koi doubt hain?"Gunjan said with attitude.
"Muze to tumpe hi doubt hain." samrat muttered.
"Kya? Kya kaha tumne?" gunjan widened her eyes, "tumhe lagta hain maine cheating ki?"
Ofcourse… samrat thought. He was about to open his mouth to say something when Benji interrupted.
"Wo actually, iske kehne ka matlab ye hain , ke yaha ham me se kisiko chess itna accha nahi aata. To hame iske rules itne details me nahi pata."
Gunjan shook her head, "Nahi, Samrat ne kaha use muzpe doubt hain!"
"Oh babe!", Diya mediated, "Please leave it. Chodo na. ye fight yahi khatam kar do."
"Nahi Diya, I wont leave it like this." Gunjan said firmly. She looked at samrat. There was something in her eyes, a challenge, a fire which captured samrats attention.
Dude!! She's feisty !! - he thought.
"Mr. Samrat Shergill", gunjan stepped towards him, "Apne dil me koi doubt mat rakhna mere baareme. Main jo kehti hu, wo karke rehti hu." She looked straight into his eyes. "Ek challenge tumne muze diya tha. Ab ek main tumhe dungi. We'll have another competition, and this time, choice is yours. Does that equals everything?"
Samrat grinned harder. Wow! Her attitude is surfacing again…
"Ok. As you wish" he sighed and leaned towards her, "Par back out to nahi karogi?"
As she felt his breathe on her face, she forgot everything about the challenge, the prank, her anger, everything.
Urghhh….Whenever he comes close, this happens!! - she had noticed it last night also, when he accidentally came close to her.
She shook her head and stepped back.
"See , you backed off already." Samrat chuckled as she moved away from him.
Gunjan frowned. She suppressed the urge of hitting him, all those weird feelings she felt some moments ago were vanished.
"Shut up! Main back off nahi kar rahi. Aur jab maine keh diya , to keh diya."She said sternly, " Bas, tum piche mat hatna."
"Ok. To fir why don't we have a race?"
"Race… ?" this time, three voices came in unison.
Gunjan's with shock, diya's with surprise, and benji's with confusion.
"Sam, race…. as in RACE?" benji said the last word loudly.
"Haan, RACE, benji" Samrat said, giving extra stress on the word.
"Par, kaunsi race?" Gunjan asked in a low voice.
"Ummm.... let me think." Samrat said , studying Gunjan's face, "hmm.. car race.."
"Mere pass licence nahi hain" gunjan said immediately.
"Meri baat to sunlo chashmish." Samrat grinned harder, "Car race ham nahi karenge kyuki that's risky for you. Bike race"
"uska bhi.." gunjan said worriedly, but samrat cut her this time.
"License nahi hoga!!.. I know you never sat on bike till…" he looked at her intently and smirked and saw her cheeks flushing.
Did she just blush… or was I imagining that? Oh! Forget it dude. Focus!! - Samrat shook his head.
"Lets go for Go carting!" Gunjan stared at him when he finally declared it.
"Go carting?" She tried to sound normal.
"Yes. Any Problem?" Samrat raised one eyebrow and smirked, "Uske liye license ki jaroorat nahi hian. Waise I know , ke tum back off nahi kaarti, par …. Fir bhi, Agar piche hatna hi hain to abhi batado."
Gunjan's anger resurfaced again. Samakhta kya hain apne aap ko. Khud galti karta hain aur doosro pe ungli uthata hain? I'll show you your place mister! - and she took a deep breathe.
"Don't worry, I keep my promises." Gunjan said calmly, "Just tell me the date and place. I'll be there."
Samrat was surprised to hear that she accepted it. For one moment, she was worried, he saw anger on her face for just a split second and now, she said she's ready!!
"Crap! Gunjan, tum bhi?", diya shrieked , "Tum dono pagal ho gaye ho kya?"
"Yes guys, Even I think you should stop now" Benji supported Diya.
"Nahi. Ab ye sab is race ke baad hi rukega." Gunjan said adamantly.
"Don't be stubborn, gunjan. Forget about it." Benji requested.
"Ye sab tum apne dost se kyu nahi kehte?" Gunjan said looking at samrat , then picked up her things , "Anyways, m getting late. Just inform me about the date and place, Samrat."
And she left the room with that.
"Oh no….! guys I better go n talk to her."Diya rushed behind her.
Everyone in the room got back to their work with dissatisfaction, well that was because they couldn't witness the whole war.
Benji sighed and turned to samrat, only to find him staring at the direction gunjan went.
"Dude! She's gone." He waved in front of samrat's face.
"Oh..ya" samrat said sheepishly.
"Aur waise tune kya soch ke ye sab kiya?" benji asked hm with a frown.
Samrat sensed his tone and shrugged.
"Pata nahi yaar. Muze laga ke wo dar jayegi, mana kar degi race ke liya. Par usne accept kar liya."
"Aur ab jab usne challenge accept kar liya hain tab?Agar use kuch ho gaya toh?"
"I don't know benji" Samrat said , clearly irritated, and clueless about what to do, "Par ek baat to hain, agar back off karna hain to wohi karegi. I am not gonna do anything now."
Benji looked at his friend and shook his head. He knew backing off from a challenge was a huge thing for samrat, afterall it can spoil his image. He also knew that The all new feisty, angry young woman Gunjan also had the same Ego problems.
Benji couldn't understand why both of them were acting like lethal enemies.
"And I thought their parents are best friends!!" he muttered as he watched Samrat leaving the room.
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Precap:-
The Race 😳
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Hey everybody,
So hows it going so far?
Are you liking it? is the Pace of this FF ok?
Well i know too many things are happening in such a short time. But thats how i wanted it to be.
but do tell me what do u think about it. and yess... there aer some characters which i havent introduced... they'll come into picture now.
till then ... keep reading, and commenting 😉
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