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Part 8 (Planning and Plotting)
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It was just another bright, sunny day in Mumbai, full of hustle and haste for all. But for someone, it was a very special day, the beginning of a new journey. And that someone was sure this journey will be the most exciting one of her life.

Gunjan was awake since 5AM today. She was going to join her new collage, Excel college today. It was one of the best colleges in Mumbai, and she had heard a lot about it. Well , mainly from Jatin uncle, because he had a very good rapport with the management of the college. In that case she needn't worry about her admission.

And Samrat also studies there' as his thought appeared in her mind, she felt a little uncomfortable. Her brain scanned through all the events since she entered Mumbai.

She liked her new guardians in the very first meeting. But about samrat, she was not sure. It was really difficult to understand how he was. At first , she thought he was a kind of guy who just bump on a girl intentionally and try all pickup lines with a pinch of apology. Then came another Samrat in front of her, a prankster. And last night, he was behaving like a kiddo. She remembered how he was pissed off with her smile.

Its really easy to irritate him, isn't it? She thought.

But now Gunjan herself was getting irritated. It was 9:45 AM already and she was running late for college,.. actually they were! Gunjan was about to leave for college earlier when Jatin uncle insisted her to go with samrat. But Samrat was still getting ready.

What is he doing by the way? Itna time to girls bhi nahi lagati' I don't wanna be late on first day itself' gunjan rolled her eyes looking at the watch again.

"Uncle, der ho rahi hai. I think I'll leave now." She said impatiently.

"Arey nahi, akele mat jao beta. Wo abhi aata hi hoga" Jatin said as gunjan sighed looking upstairs.

"Aap chinta mat kariye uncle, I'll be fine. Aur waisebhi main pehle din hi late nahi hona chahti. Main samrat se college me mil lungi'" She turned to face Jatin

"Itni bhi kya jaldi hai yar? Chill!" Samrat said coming downstairs.

Gunjan looked at him. He walked past her and sat on the sofa with no intentions to hurry up.

"Maa'. My breakfast!" he demanded.

"Samrat , we are getting late." Annoyance was evident on her face.

"Hmmm'" he switched on the TV and sank into the sofa.

"Samrat!" She said with exasperation.

"Yes?"

"Sam, Hurry up now. Its her first day and you shouldn't be late either." Jatin stepped in just in time.

Samrat looked at his father helplessly, now he had no choice. He quickly finished the tea and doughnut Shilpa has brought for him and left. Gunjan gave a grateful smile to Jatin and walked outside.

"Ye haath me kya hain?" he asked looking at the brown envelope in her hands.

"Wo letter hain, principal ke liye. Jatin uncle ne diya hain."

" Oh. Ok. Waise tum college jaane ke liye hamesha se hi itni hi bekarar hoti ho?"

"Muze sab kaam time pe karna accha lagta hian. I hate being late!" She said holding her head high. Samrat chuckled at her expressions and sat on the bike. Gunjan looked at the vehicle, then at her attire, and then she gulped.

"Jaldi karo, Kahi der na ho jaye'" Samrat said impishly.

"Ham isssspe jayenge??" Gunjan exclaimed as samrat started the bike.

"Haan , kyu? Helicopter se jaana tha kya?"samrat said sarcastically,"chalna hian to chalo, warna main akele hi ride karna jyada pasand karta hu."

Gunjan stared at the bike, then at samrat.

"Ab nahi late ho raha tumhe?" He said, mocking her "Jaldi chalo' I hate being late!"

Gunjan hesitantly sat on the back seat and grabbed the handle present at the back of the seat. Samrat was looking at her through the mirror, enjoying the awe on her face.

"Kabhi bike pe baithi nahi ho?" He said, watching her expressions.

"ummm' actually, ' Nahi." She said hesitantly.

"Ohho' so this is ur first time. And that too with me? Gunjan Ji, Dupatta sambhalke'" He said with a broad grin and vroomed the bike on the road as Gunjan let out a small scream.

This is going to be the scariest ride in your life, Gunjan!!' he thought.

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Gunjan was sure she'll die by the time they reach the college, either by heart attack or by falling from the bike. But to her surprise, she was still alive when the bike came to a halt. She opened her eyes slowly, just to find a smiling Samrat curiously waiting for her reaction.

"If you wanna go for another round, I don't have a problem. But I thought you were getting late!"

Gunjan just stared at him. What is that supposed to mean?

"College aa gaya. Now you can stop smashing my arm." He said looking at her hand which was still squeezing his arm. Only then she realized what she was doing.

"Sorry" she said as she moved her hand away from his. They started walking towards the college.

"So, Kaisi thi ride?" he asked with an amused smile.

"Muze pata nahi tha ke tum muze itna dislike karte ho." she scowled.

"Arey nahi! Main to tumhe like karta hu, Gunjan!!" Samrat feigned innocence.

"Accha? Matlab tum roz aisehi bike chalate ho? Scary!! I wont ever sit on your bike!!"

"Aisa mat kaho please' mera dil tut jayega'!" samrat said dramatically, pressing one hand on his chest.

Gunjan opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Hi sammy!!" a girl called him and waved at their directon.

"Hey candy!" Samrat smiled back, "How are you?"

"Main to thik hu, par tumhe kya hua? Kisne dil toda tumhara?" she caught them in the entrance.

"Wo chodo, inse milo. Ye hain miss Gunjan Bhushan Jee." He emphasized the "Jee" and continued, "Ye aajse hamare sath hamare college me padhne waali hain.Aur Gunjan, ye hain Diya."

"Oh my god sammy! Ye gunjan hain?" The girl exclaimed, "Wow! Heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you.." She said with a broad friendly smile as samrat stared at her with disbelief.

Heard about me?... Gunjan was confused.

" Heard about her? From whom?" samrat gave voice to gunjan's thoughts.

"of course from Benji yar! you know sammy, usne jab muze kal ke baareme bataya, I was laughing like mad'" Diya chuckled as gunjan joined her.

"Ye benji ki to'" samrat growled, "Kaha hain wo?"

"Tumne pukara aur ham chale aaye'" Benji sang the lines, but stopped in the middle after seeing a sulking samrat, "Dude! Wrong timing, muze kuch kaam yaad aaya, muze jaana hai."

"Are Ruk Dude!" samrat held the collar of his Shirt and said," Yar maine suna tune meri aur 'Gunjan' ki bahut publicity ki hain."

" Nahi dude! Sirf diya ko hi to .."

"Diya!" Samrat turned to diya who looked at them with confusion," Pata hian candy, Benji tumhe sab kuch batata hain, SAAb Kuchh..! sirf ek baat nahi batata'"

"Kya?" Diya asked curiously.

"Kuch nahi diya. Ye aisehi.." benji tried to cover up.

"Nahi muze sunna hain! kya nahi batate tum?" She said excitedly.

Diya could never bear two things unfinished ' one, Makeup. The other one was gossip. Samrat knew he had trapped benji.

"Wo ye' ke.. umm.. Principal..!" Benji pointed at a random point.

"Kaha hain?Muze principal se milna hain." gunjan looked at the direction benji was pointing. But she saw nothing.

"Nahi hain."Diya smacked Benji's arm, "Wo aaj college late aanewale hain. Aur baat ko taalo mat, I'll get back to you at this later." Diya said and samrat chuckled at this. Benji made a face at samrat.

"By the way gunjan, tumhara jawab nahi. Sammy ko irritate karna bada mushkil task hain. tumne itni aasani se kar diya." And the two girls laughed heartily.

"Candy! I'm still here!" Samrat snarled as diya pressed her hand on her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

"Ohk, sorry.." and again exploded the laughter, this time benji joined them too.

Miss chashmish, I wont leave you for this' I'll get back to you' Samrat stared at her angrily. Diya saw his face and realized that he was about to burst in anger.

"Relax sammy. I'm sorry." Diya said,"accha gunjan, princi to abhi aaya nahi hain. Chalo main tab tak tumhe college dikhati hu."

And she took Gunjan away from him.

"Hey dude! Abhi tak temperature bahot jyada hain kya?" Benji asked samrat, who was still staring at the direction they went.

"I'm always cool, Benji!"He said grinning,"Par Temperature to ab badhega. Mera nahi, uska."

"Ur smile is telling me u have some plan." Benji said studying his face.

But samrat was not looking at him. Something on the floor caught his attention. He picked the brown envelope.

"Ye kya hain?" benji asked.

"Plan!" Samrat smiled wickedly.

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Precap-

"Tu karna kya chahta hain" benji asked samrat who was busy drawing something.

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"Samrat kaha hain?"

"Kya hua gunjan, why are you so angry?"

"Pehle batao, samrat kaha hain?

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Part 10(Think before you challenge)
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"Sam, 'Sam!!" Benji's voice attracted many curt glances in the gymkhana.

"Relax benji! Chilla kyu raha hain?" Samrat asked benji, who was panting badly.

"Dude.. huff' tu.. wo' main'" He was falling short of breathe.

"Tu Tu main main kya kar raha hain? Kya bol raha hain? saaf saaf bol na.."

"Tu.. tu gaya yar. Wo tuze dhundh rahi hain, aur wo bahut gusse me hain." Benji popped it out and sighed with relief.

"Kaun?"

"Gunjan' Aur kaun?" Benji rolled eyes'

"Aane de'" Samrat grinned, "Main bhi to usika intezar kar raha hu. Muze bhi to apni tareef sunni hain."

"Tareef ki to pata nahi magar gaaliya bahut padne waali hain' Tu sun le, main bhagta hu" saying this he turned and started walking out. As he was about to make an exit from the room, gunjan caught him in the door. 'crap!! Mar gaye'' benji muttered under his breathe.

"Samrat kaha hian?" She demanded.

"ahem' Kya hua gunjan? Uhmm.. tum itne gusse me kyu ho?" He said feigning innocence.

"Pehle batao kaha hain tumahra dost?" She was literally growling.

"Ham yaha hain!"

As she looked at the direction of the voice, she watched him smiling hard at her.

"YOU'!" she clenched her fists in anger , "Tumahri himmat kaise hui ye sab karne ki?"

"Kya karne ki, chashmish? Maine aisa kiya kya hain?" He said innocently, as if he was the most unblemished human being alive.

"Don't call me chashmish! Aur Sab kuch karke pooch rahe ho ki kiya kya hain?" Her voice was growing louder with each word. Now they've got attention from all the people in the room. Every eye was on them.

Well, of course, They deserved the attention. Firstly, this was a War-like scenario. Secondly, 'Samrat' was involved in it. And finally, this war-like scenario was between Samrat and a 'Girl'. Their audience was confused. They weren't used to this. This is Samrat. Girls don't fight with him! They smile or wave at him, sometimes wink at him, many times drool over him, some even dream about him, but this girl? Apparently all she wanted is to eat him, Alive!!

"Relax chashmish." Samrat looked around and said, "dheere baat karo, tum sabko disturb kar rahi ho."

"I don't care!" she grated her teeths, "all I care about is my admission. And you messed with it. Now will you tell me why?"

"What? I messed with it? What happened?" He said pretending to be in a shock.

"What happened Gunjan? Why are you shouting?" Diya said entering the room.

"Your friend just spoilt my chances of entering this college diya!" Gunjan said in anger.

"What?But how?" Diya said, surprised.

Gunjan threw a distraught look at samrat and held a paper in front of her. Diya looked at the caricature on the paper, it was their principal. It was so perfect, diya couldn't help but chuckle.

"Princi ka cartoon? Kisne draw kiya?"

"Diya!!" Gunjan said, agitated.

"Oh. sorry!" Diya said apologetically, and read the lines below the caricature aloud.

"Dear Mr. Rajput(Principal, Excel college)

Sir, Aap bhi chasmish, main bhi chashmish,

Fir kaisi formalities, kaisi gujarish?

Aapko is chashme ki kasam, de dijiye na muze admission.

Meri sweet si request hain, please accept my application.

Aapki pyari student, Gunjan Bhushan."

Everyone in the room burst into laughter after hearing the rhyme. Diya wanted to laugh, but she composed herself for the sake of gunjan.

"Ye kya hain?" She said fighting her smile back.

"Ye wo letter hain jo Samrat ne likha, aur maine principal sir ko diya, mera admission form aur guardian's letter samazke."

"Kya?" diya was shocked, "Sammy, how could you?"

"Hey Chashmish. Don't be a spoilsport. Itna accha rhyme hain, aur mera drawing bhi. Aur tum ho ke mere innovative dimaag ki tareef karne k'"

"Just shut up. Tumhari is faltu ke rhyme aur is fatichar cartoon ke wajah se'"

"Caricature, to be precise!" samrat said correcting her.

"Whatever! I don't give a damn to it. But pata hain tumhari is shararat ke wajah se muze kya kya sunna pada?"

"Kya kya sunna pada?" Samrat said smilingly.

"Shut up sammy! Don't u see she is tensed." Diya tried to make peace, "Gunjan dear, don't worry. Hamara prince short tempered hain, par wo jaldi hi cool bhi ho jayega. We'll talk to him. It'll be fine."

"Nothing will be fine Diya!", gunjan threw a curt glance at samrat,"Jab tak ye yaha hain, mere sath kuch thik nahi hoga."

"Tumahra matlab kya hain?" Samrat narrowed his eyes.

"Jab se tum mile ho" gunjan pointed her finger at him," tab se mere sath kuch na kuch gadbad ho rahi hain."

"Hey..hello! don't point ur finger at me," samrat said grabbing her finger," jab se tum yaha aai ho tabse mere sath bhi bahut kuch gadbad ho rahi hain."

"chodo mera hath.."

"Maine sirf ungli pakdi hain,"samrat said leaving her finger, " aur wo bhi pakadne ka koi shouk nahi hain muze. Apne aap ko samajhti kya ho? tumhe kya lagta hain tum sabse best ho?"

"Muze lagta nahi , yehi sach hain!"

Samrat laughed at this, "bahut misunderstandings hain tumhe apne bareme."

"Muze nahi tumhe misunderstanding hain. apne baareme bhi aur doosro ke baareme bhi.tumhe kya lagta hain tumhe koi hara nahi sakta." Gunjan stared at him.

"Aur tumhe kya laga, tum sabko hara sakti ho?"

"Yes, I play to win."

"Really? Proove it!"

"You're challenging me?" gunjan narrowed her eyes.

"Only if you want to accept. Darr lag raha hain to ghar jao" he said, grinning.

"Muze challenges pasand hain."

"Thik hain. to aaj , yaha, isi waqt! Ho jaye ek competition!" samrat smirked staring at her," aur kyuki tum kamzor opponent ho, to tum hi choose karo ke competition kya hoga."

"Kamzoor kaun hain ye to competition ke baad pata chalega" gunjan looked at his eyes, threatening him, "But I like the idea of choosing the form of competition."

"Guys! Ye kya kar rahe ho tum" Diya , who was witnessing this war since a long time, finally broke her silence. "Please stop it."

"No diya. Competition to jaroor hoga!" Gunjan scanned the gymkhana, and spotted her subject of interest, "Aur Competition hoga, chess ka!" she finally declared.

"Chess? U mean chess board wala chess?" Benji screamed as soon as she finished speaking.

"Ya. any problem to you?" gunjan's question was more like a threat.

"No. muze kya problem hogi'" Benji gave samrat a you-are-finished look. But samrat was too busy to catch it.

He was thinking, thinking about how many pawns and knights are present on the chessboard.

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Part 6- (What matters to you the most?)
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Toh ye Samrat Shergil hain! Jatin uncle Ka beta!!... Aur main ise driver samajh rahi thi… oh god!!! Ye mere bare me kya soch raha hoga…. Gunjan was feeling sorry for her behavior now.

Gunjan was very angry, Actually disappointed because of samrat's prank. She chose to remain silent for the rest of their drive. And when they reached home, she got to know who he was. When they entered the house, a man in driver's uniform came forward and took keys from samrat's hands while he scolded the man for being late. Then , every servent at the home called him "Samrat Baba". And then a lady came, whom he called 'Maa'. The lady greeted Gunjan with a hug. That was Shilpa Aunty, Jatin uncle's Wife. She was a sweet lady. Gunjan liked her instantly.

They were now sitting in a big hall and were chatting about gunjan's journey, Jamnagar, Mumbai's traffic and a lot more while Samrat sat there, indifferently. He was surfing the cable channels. Gunjan took a glance at him.

He was being so nice to me, well… except that prank! But it's ok. And I treated him like a driver! Aur wo chup chap suntan raha…. Gunjan , tu bhi na hadd kar deti hain.

"Aur batao beta. Safar kaisa raha?" Shilpa Aunty's voice brought her back to earth.

"Umm… Accha tha aunty", gunjan searched for words.

"Maa… Bhook lagi hain!" Samrat said patting his tummy.

"Haan beta… Gunjan tum bhi fresh ho jao , main khana lagati hu. Sam, Gunjan ko uska karma dikha do beta… " Shilpa said and turned towards kitchen.

"Chalo" He said. The warmth in his voice was gone. He seemed less friendly, uninterested and …distant.

Gunjan felt bad. She decided to apologize.

"Dekho, ek baat dhayn se suno" he said as they entered gunjan's room, "Iske exact samnewala karma mera hain. to hamara roz aamna saamna hoga. Jahir hain ke tum muzse jhagda karna chahogi. Par muze na tum me koi interest hain , na tumse jhagda karne me. Main to tumhe receive karne bhi nahi aana chahta tha. Par aana pada. I was trying to be nice to you, because you are a guest. Aur mehmaan bhagwan kaa rup hote hain aisa Maa kehti hain. Par tum..! Bhagwan ka to nahi, shaitan ka roop lagti ho …"

"Kya!! Tumne muze shaitan kaha?" Gunjan widened her eyes.

"Shaitan ka roop kaha…"

"Dekha , fires kaha… tumhari himmat kaise hui?…"

And I was thinking about saying sorry!! She thought.

"Sach bolne me kya dar hain?" samrat gave her a wicked smile.

"Tumhe pata hain, main do minute pehle tumse maafi mangne ke bare me soch rahi thi.. but I'm glad ke maine aisa kuch nahi kiya. Kyuki tumhari wajah se mera poora din spoil hua hain…." gunjan said pointing afinger at him.

"Excuse me Miss…" samrat held her finger and lowered it, "Meri wajah se kuch nahi hua. Jo kuch bhi hua Tumhari wajah se hua hain. Tumne meri Sunday morning ko spoil kiya." He said pointing a finger at her." Tumhari wajah se muze jaldi uthna pada, tumhari wajah se meri car ko dent pada, tumhari wajah se mere kapde kharab ho gaye, aur maine ab tak kuch nahi khaya, wo bhi tumhari wajah se…" as he was saying all this, he was stepping towards her. Gunjan was stepping back instinctively and then she reached the wall. She kept a hand on his chest , to maintain the distance. Samrat looked at her hand and then in her eyes. She was uncomfortable with the proximity. Just then samrat realized that they were too close, and he stepped back.

"Sorry." Samrat's voice softened.

"No, I'm sorry. Muze tumhe driver nahi samajhna chahiye tha.", gunjan said.

"Huh… that doesn't even matter to me" Samrat said apathetically.

"Matter nahi karta?" gunjan was confused now , "to fir itna sab kuch kyu kaha muzse? Itna gussa kyu ho?"

"Kyuki tumne muze pervert kaha!" Samrat complained innocently. Gunjan stared at him for a minute.

So this is it. Is wajah se ye itna gussa hua…? .. she couldn't help but laugh.

"Has kyu rahi ho…?"

"Kuch nahi…"

"Don't irritate me. Stop laughing" Samrat ordered.

Gunjan controlled herself looking at his expressions.

"Sorry." She said with shaky voice, " ab tum jao yahase, main fresh ho ke aati hu" and she chuckled.

" You! Stop that first…" he was irritated beyond limits.

"ok… ok" she covered her mouth with one of her hands and pushed him to the door with another hand and as he was out of the room, she remembered his childlike anger and burst into laughter.

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Part 9 (The Prank)
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"I wonder tum dono me aisa hua kya hain…" Diya said thoughtfully.

"Ham dono matlab?" Gunjan asked narrowing her eyes.

"Matlab tum aur sammy. Tum dono. I mean Sammy kisi 'Ladki' se itna naraz ho sakta hain? its really hard to believe. Aur tum to itni sweet ho. firbhi…"

"Ohh… let it be. It will be fine. Don't worry." Gunjan said shaking her head. Diya just shrugged.

"So, u are into music huh?" Diya asked as they walked past the BB court.

"Yes. Singing is my passion, it's like my life. You know, maine bahut pehle hi ye decide kar liya tha ke muze is field me kuch karna hain." Gunjan said dreamily.

"That's good! Waise music ka shouk to sammy ko bhi hain."

"Really?" gunjan said with surprise.

"Haan. Wo guitar bahut acchi bajata hai. Waise to wo har kaam accha hi karta hain.." She seemed so proud of her friend.

"Tum uski bohot acchi dost ho na Diya?" Gunjan asked watching her expressions.

"Haan. Ham bachpan se ek-dusre ko jaante hain. Main, sammy aur benji, we were in same school. We three were titled 'Monsters' in our school." Diya said tenderly, as if she was back in her school time.

"Hey Diya! How ru?" A voice brought her back from her reverie.

They turned to see a girl, actually a tomboy walking towards them. The girl had a big lion tattoo on her forearm, one of her eyebrow pierced. She was a complete punk.

"Hey CJ! Kaha ho aajkal yaar?" Diya greeted her, "Hey meet Gunjan. Aaj hi college join kiya hain. and gunjan, ye hain CJ, the Rockstar." Both of them exchanged a smile.

"Hey wat about your Band CJ?"

"Arey usi ke liye to main Samrat ko dhundh rahi hu. Par wo dikh hi nahi raha. Kal muze milne waala tha, par phone bhi nahi kiya. BB court me bhi nahi hain. Tumhe pata hain wo kaha hain?." CJ asked hopefully.

"Band?" Gunjan asked with confusion.

"Yeah.. rock band. Samrat's idea!" CJ replied and turned to diya again, "Waise wo college aaya to haina?"

Lagta hain is college ki saari ladkiya Samrat ko hi dhundhti rehti hain... gunjan thought as she remembered the glances girls gave to him when they were entering the college.

"Abhi kuch der pehle hamare sath hi tha." Diya thought for a moment and continued," Why don't you look in gymkhana?"

"Thanks Diya! C ya later… Bye gunjan!"

"Bye.." gunjan turned as CJ left from there, "To tumhe ye bhi pata hota hain ke samrat kab , kaha milega."

"Of course, ham teeno ko ab ek dusre ki aadte yaad ho gayi hain."Diya said self-assuredly, "And about sammy, college ka gymkhana is like Mandir for him. College jaate hi sabse pehle wahi visit karta hain. Aur fir basket ball leke seedha BB court me…"

Well, Diya was right. The coolest guy of Excel was indeed in gymkhana. But he had no intentions to go to BB court today. There were many people, some of them playing TT, some carom. But one of the guys was sitting idle watching his friend working on something.

"Dude! Tu aakhir karna kya chahta hain?" benji finally asked samrat who was busy drawing something.

"Dekh nahi raha hain. Plan bana raha hu." Samrat folded the paper and placed in in the envelope.

"Par iska karega kya?" Benji looked at the paper in his hand in confusion.

"Iske aage main kuch nahi karunga." Samrat said placing his hand on benji's shoulders, "Ab jo bhi hain, tuze karna hain."

"Sam, fasayega to nahi na?" Benji asked apprehensively.

"Dude! tuze muzpe bharosa nahi kya?" sam said with fake anger.

"Nahi hain, isiliye toh. Aur muze ye bhi to nahi pata ke karna kya hian." Benji murmured nervously .

"Shhh.. Chup baith aur kaan idhar la…" samrat pulled his ears and told him the Plan.

"Kya?"benji shouted, "Aur ye main usko du? No ways! Dekh, maine uske gusse ka trailer airport par dekh liya tha. Aur Muze ye picture dekhne ka koi shouk nahi hain."

"Benji, Mere dost, mere yaar… Tuze diya ka gussa dekhna hain?"

"Kya matlab?"

"Matlab agar tune ye use nahi diya, to main Diya ko love letter likhugna.", Benji laughed at this as he knew Sam will never do this.

"Aur…"Benji's smile faded as samrat continued, "Niche teri sign kar dunga."

"Aisa mat kar dude!", benji was trapped now, "Tu bol na.. tere liye jaan kurbaan hain. Kya dena hain use?"

A wicked smile formed on samrat's face. "Ye envelope use deke aa. Aur jaldi aana."

Benji grabbed the envelope and started walking, but turned suddenly and came back to samrat.

"Dude, agar Plan A fail hua to?"

"To mere pass plan B aur plan C bhi hain." samrat grinned.

"Wow!! Kya hain plan B and C" benji asked in excitement.

"Plan B is - Make sure that plan A doesn't fail" samrat said calmly.

"Aur plan C?"

"If plan B fails,…" Samrat held his collar and said," Kill benji!!"

"Ohk ok…. Understood. Main jaa raha hu."

And he ran from there to find gunjan.

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"Ye letter aapke guardian Mr. Shergill ne likha hain?" The principal asked in disbelief, staring at the paper in his hand.

"Yes sir. Is there any problem with the letter?" Gunjan asked with concern. She was sitting in principal's office. The meeting with principal was going good till she gave him the letter. But when the principal opened the letter he widened his eyes as if he got a real shock.

Aisa kya likha hain uncle ne? gunjan was getting worried with every change in princi's expressions.

"Are you sure about it , Miss Bhushan?" He glanced at the paper again and folded it back.

"Haan, sir. Kya baat hain?" Her nervousness was increasing every second.

The principal frowned and held the letter in front of her.

"Read it aloud." He ordered.

"But sir.."

"Just READ IT!" he said sternly.

Gunjan opened the letter, and was shocked to see the contents of the letter. Her eyes widened as she read it. She looked at the principal and gulped.

"I told you to read it aloud, Miss Bhushan."

"Sir, I don't know how this…"

"Sorry? I thought I read something else from that letter. Miss bhushan, this is your first day of college. And you've started menacing already?"

" Sir, I'm really sorry. But I think this is a practical joke someone played on me." She added nervously.

"Joke? Huh! Its not at all funny. And I'm going to call your uncle and tell him about your first day in college."

"Sir please.."

"You may leave now!" He signaled her to get out.

"Ok sir." Gunjan held her tears back and left the cabin.

She felt a sudden urge of hitting Benji. Yess! Benji.

Well that is because when she was about to enter the princi's cabin, he had called her. He had handled her the envelope(Which she thought is her's) and told her that she had dropped it in morning.

Par benji aisa kyu karega…? She asked herself.

'jisme tumhe hasane ki capability hain, wo tumhe rula bhi sakta hain' samrat's words echoed in her mind.

'Iske piche ek hi insaan ho sakta hain. Gunjan said with a frown as she realized who it was.

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So guys, do comment how it was. And sorry for leaving the mystery of the prank concealed 😛

...love...

Hey Friends,


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 3^rd 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 😉

Luv...

Part 5 (Oops!! did i hurt you?)

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Gunjan enjoyed the changed expressions on the face of the two boys. The one with the sign board, who was on the left was still confused about what is happening, but the other one, 'The driver', the 'Flirt' has shown multiple emotions, he was shocked at first, then he seemed to be worried and now he was frowning.

That's funny!! This driver was holding me in his arms sometime back, then he tried to flirt with me, and now when he knows who am I... look at his face. Must be worried about his job... Gunjan thought.

But the person in question was totally unaware of her assumptions. Ye apne aap ko samazti kya hai? Thik hain beautiful hain, par itna guroor? Pervert!! Pervert?? Kya main aisa hu? Shut up dude!! Use tere bare me kya lagta hain isse tuze itna kyu fark padne laga. Does it really matters? Yes , it does! Akhir ye meri ki image ka sawal hain...

Benji was wondering why samrat was so quiet, and why this girl was acting like she's the master and they are slaves. Samrat was driving faster than usual, stealing occasional glances at gunjan from the rearview mirror. Suddenly he took a sharp turn and gunjan bumped her head on the back of driver's seat.

"Ouch!!" she shouted in pain, "Dheere nahi chala sakte kya?"

"Ye Bail-gaadi nahi hain." A curt reply came.

"Well, ye jet bhi nahi hain."

"Baithna hain to baitho, warna utar jao."

"Tum apne aapko samajhte kya ho? Ek mamuli driver aur itni juban chalate ho?"

Samrat immediately looked at the mirror. Her reflection was fuming with anger.

Cool! So she's thinking I'm a driver?... he smiled at himself.

"Dekhiye aap ko kuch misunderstand..."

"Rehne de benji..." Samrat interrupted benji, signaling him to keep quiet with eyes and continued " Madam abhi jara gusse me hain. Sorry ma'am, for being impolite."

Benji was even more confused now. He looked at samrat with a question mark on his face, and saw samrat's eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. He knew his buddy was up to something and gave him a knowing smile.

Gunjan was surprised by his sudden change of heart. Jaroor dar raha hoga ke kahi main Jatin uncle ko complaint na kar du...

"It's ok. Main uncle se tumhari complaint nahi karungi."She said with a brief smile, "Waise English kaafi acchi hain tumhari, dikhte bhi acche educated ghar ke ho. fir ye driver ki job kyu..."

"Kya batau ma'm, kabhi kabhi majboori me karna padta hain."

"Aisi kya majboori hain? Kahi ghar se bhag ke to nahi aaye?"

"Kuch aisahi samaz lijiye. Mujhe bhagne ka aur bhagaane ka, dono ka bahut shauk hain." Benji chuckled at this as samrat signaled him to control.

"kya kaha?"

"Kuch nahi." Samrat said as the car suddenly came to a halt with a jerk.

"Kya hua" gunjan asked with concern.

"Pata nahi, dekhna padega. Shayad engine me problem hain" samrat said as he was stepping out of the car, benji joined him too.

"Oh noo... lagta hain aaj mera din hi kharab hain." Gunjan complained.

"Trust me!" samrat suddenly peeped into the window of back seat to face gunjan, "Aapka din mere din jitna kharab nahi hain.."

His sudden reaction startled gunjan. He was looking, no staring in her eyes.

"M..matlab?" she gasped.

Samrat was amused by her reaction. "Kuch nahi" he whispered, turned his back to her and walked towards the engine.

"Dude, Kya hua car ko achanak se? And what are you upto? " Benji questioned him as he opened the bonnet. Now they were out of gunjan's sight who was still seated in the car.

"Nothing yar. Bus kuch masti ho jaye!" samrat smiled wickedly "Aur kisiko pervert word ka meaning bhi samjhana hain..."

"Yaar. Main aur confusion nahi seh paunga. Kise kya samjhana hain? Saaf saaf bata, kya chal raha hain tere dimaag me?..." benji complained like a 5 year old.

"Batata hu dude! Jara kaan idhar la"

And the two pranksters stated to chalk out their plan.

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'Hey bhagwaan!! Ye dono itni der se kar kya rahe hain? engine me fault dhundh rahe hain ya naya engine banwane gaye hain. Lagta hai Muze hi dekhna padega.

Gunjan stepped out of the car and walked towards the engine. But there was no one. She closed the hood and peeped into the car.

'Gaye kaha ye dono...?

She again took a round, checked the car. But they were nowhere. Just then she noticed that the road was really empty, there was no vehicle except the one lying dead in front of her. The area was secluded with lots of trees and bush on both sides of the road.

"So creepy! Muze yaha akela chod ke ye dono kaise ja sakte hain...?"

Gunjan was getting tensed by now; tears were forming in her eyes. Suddenly she heard a hustling sound, she thought she saw some movement in the bush.

'Relax gunjan. There's nothing. Your mind is playing with you.' She tried to calm herself but was unsuccessful.

And then again she heard the same voice.

"Enough! I know who is it. Tum dono muze is tarah se dara nahi sakte" she said as she walked slowly towards the bush, her hands were trembling badly. She took a deep breath and was about to move a little further when a man, whose face was covered with bandanna jumped out of the bush. Gunjan stepped back with a scream. The person was moving towards gunjan.

" D.. d .. dekho, piche hat jao." He laughed at this.

"Muzse door raho tum..." But that had not effect on him.

" Tum muze jaante nahi ho. Muze karate aate hain." gunjan said adjusting her specs while stepping back.

This time he laughed hysterically , still moving further.

"Wahi ruk jao. Please...aage mat badhna..." she cried helplessly when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned back to find samrat, and immediately clung to him. She felt relieved for once. For some unknown reason, she felt much secured in his arms.

"Kaha gaye the tum.?" She said with great difficulty.

The Person continued his laugh, and now samrat also joined him.

"Now Miss Gunjan , who's being a pervert?" Gunjan was shocked to see him laughing. She broke the hug and turned to the other person. He removed bandana from his face...

'Its the guy with the sign board ! uhh...they made a fool of me.! Gunjan frowned.

"Kyu Miss Attitude? Kaisa laga?" Samrat asked, grinning. "Arey benji! Dekh to , iska nose to tomato se bhi jyada laal ho gaya hain!"

"Haan yaar , sach me!" benji also joined him in teasing her.

She turned and started walking towards the car when samrat held her hand and pulled her towards him. They were facing each other now. Gunjan adjusted her specs again. *Cute* samrat thought. She looked up in his eyes and he was shocked to see tears in her eyes.

'She's crying! Ye jara jyada to nahi ho gaya?... He thought.

"Hey chashmish. Chill yaar!! Majak tha." Samrat said with a friendly smile.

"haath chodo" she murmured.

"But suno toh..."

"Please!! Chodo mera haath!!" this time she shouted.

Samrat left her hand and tried to apologize again, but gunjan raised her hand , gesturing to stop. She opened the door and entered the back seat of the car. Samrat looked at benji , who just shrugged.

"we should be get going" benji said patting on his back.

And they stepped into the car.

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Hello frnds,

So how was it.

m nervous abt this part as its not upto my expectations.

so plz plz plz gimme ur reviews

comments n suggestions are welcome...

Hey all!


Updating yet another part.
Read and comment.


Part 7-(You bring the smile on my face!!)
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Gunjan liked Jatin Uncle very much. The moment she met him, she knew that why her dad was so fond of him. Initially, her dad was not ready to send her anywhere even for 15 days. But then, after talking to this man, he told her that she could complete her final year study in Mumbai. Dad had mentioned his name several times, but to meet him was a real pleasure for her. He had such a great sense of humor, a warm smile and a good heart. Oh, yes! And he looked much younger than his actual age.

Handsome… huh… Waise beta bhi baap pe gaya hai!! – gunjan thought looking at samrat and her lips took a shape of a curve. Samrat saw this and frowned.

"Toh beta, tum apna final year yaha complete karna chahti ho?" Jatin uncle asked.

"Haan uncle. Actually muze to Mumbai aana tha music ke liye."

"Music ke liye?"

"Ji actually main singing me apna career karna chahti hu. Maine thoda bahut classical Indian music seekha hain. Par muze lagta hain ki agar muze seriously yehi career choose karna hain to muze apna base pakka karna chahiye."

"Bilkul thik kaha beta.."

"Ji bas isiliye main Mumbai me aana chahti thi. Aap Pandit Ved Kishor ji ko jaante hain?"

"Ved.. Kishor… Oh… of course.. Beta wo to bahut reknowned singer hain."

"Yes uncle. Wo mere ek friend ke rishtedar hain. Unse hi classical Indian music ke bare me kuch seekhne ke liye aayi hu yaha. Waise uncle, maine to sirf 1-2 mahine ki baat ki thi. Magar pata nahi dad aur aapki kya baat hui. Dad ne poore ek saal ke liye muze yaha kaise bhej diya."

Jatin smiled wholeheartedly at this.

"Beta, tumhare baap ko pata tha ke main tumhe apni beti ke tarah sambhalunga, Isiliye! Bahut yaarana tha hamara… Main, tumhara baap, aur Indu, tumhari mom…" he said looking outside, as if remembering his good old times, "Aur tumhe pata hain , hum ek number ke shaitan the college ke waqt. Har kisi ki taang kheechayi, shararate… bahut saari yaadein hai us waqt ki" He sighed and smiled, lost in his own world.

Shararate! Ye bhi hereditary hain! – gunjan looked at Samrat and smiled again. He gave her a don't-do-that-again look.

They were playing this game since afternoon, after he told her the reason for his anger. Samrat frowned every time gunjan laughed or chuckled or, for that matter, even smiled. And every time she saw his sulky face, her smile went broader.

"Aur tumhe ek baat bata du, tumhari mom ko patane me bhi maine bahut madad ki thi tumhare baap ko." Jatin said and got some mixed reactions.

"Really uncle?"

"No way dad!!"

Both the reactions came simultaneously. First one with excitement and second one with disbelief. Both of them looked at each other, and she did it again. And this time she gave him an extra broad smile which irked him beyond limits.

"Main abhi aata hu.." samrat said getting up while gunjan grinned.

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Samrat was pacing up and down the bedroom when benji called.

"Hello?"

"Hey dude! Wats up!"

"Yeh well .. not so well!"

"Kyu dude? Ab tak problem solve nahi hua kya? Didn't you say sorry to her?"

"Benji..! main kyu sorry bolu yaar?"

"Well I thought ke tu bolega. I mean tu waha to use 3 baar sorry bol chukka tha."

"Yeh, you know wat? Maine apna mind change kar liya. Maine to bas ek prank kiya tha. Par usne?Usne jo kiya wo…"

"Ab kya kiya usne?"

"Maine expect bhi nahi kiya tha…"

"Par aisa kya kiya?"

"You wont believe it..."

"Abe suspence mat badha."

"I told her the reason behind my treatment towards her, and you know wat? She laughed… laughed like mad. Dude! Aise has rahi thi ke jaise maine koi joke maara hain."

"Really? Par tune use reason kya bataya dude?"

"Yehi ke usne muze Pervert kaha..." samrat said and he thought he heard a chuckle from the other side.

Maybe imagination! Aaj koi jara jyada hi has raha hain.. He thought.

"Dude! I can't believe it!" Benji controlled his laughter.

"See!! I told you naa… aur ab main jab bhi uske saamne jaata hu wo hasti hain."

"HAHA... I can imagine that dude…" benji finally burst into laughter.

"Benji…? U are laughing?" samrat shouted in disbelief.

"Relax dude! I think you need some rest. Tab tak tera gussa bhi thanda ho jayega." Benji managed to say this through his laugh.

Itni si baat ke liye Sam ko itna gussa hote hue kabhi nahi dekha… benji thought.

"Tu kehna kya chahta hain?" He growled.

"Dude, wo has rahi hain ye to acchi baat hain na. Dekha nahi us prank ke baat pe uske aankho me aansu aagaye the. Isse better to hasi hain."

"Haan par wo muze dekhkar kyu hasti hain?" samrat was sulking badly.

Benji understood that his friend will take time to cool down, and he prepared himself to do the needful.

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The living room of Shergil Mansion was full of laughter, joy and a lot of sweet memoirs today. Gunjan thought that someone has opened the most precious treasure box, her parent's life in front of her. And she was very thankful to that someone. She knew very little about her parent's love story. Her mother passed away when she was 3. For Rajat it was very painful. He didn't talk much about her as it always brought back those horrible memories of his wife dying in a road mishap in front of his eyes. But Gunjan always had that curiosity about her mother, how she was, how did they fell in love. And today her wish came true, thanks to Jatin uncle.

"Thanks uncle! Aaj aisa laga ke aapne muze meri mom se mila diya. Muze to unka chehra bhi yaad nahi hain. Bas photo dekhi hain unke wedding album me."

"Photo dekhne ki bhi jaroorat nahi hain gunjan", Jatin smiled affectionately ,"Aaina dekhlo. Tumhari mom bilkul tumhare jaisi hi thi.."

"Sach?..." Gunjan smiled through her tears…

"Haan beta", Shilpa joined them and said, "Main tumhari mom se bas ek – do baar hi mili hu. Wo bahut sundar thi, aur bahut sweet bhi. Bilkul tumhare jaisi."

Tears continued flowing from her eyes as she hugged shilpa aunty.

"Are beta, ro mat! Aur tum bilkul bhi mat sochna ke tumhari mom tumhare pass nahi hain. Main hu na? Main bhi to tumhari mom hi hu, hu na?" shilpa said rubbing her back. And Gunjan actually felt that she was in her mother's arms. She broke the hug and nodded to shilpa's question. shilpa wiped her tears off.

"Abhi rona nahi , ha… Aur promise karo… jab bhi tum akela mehsoos karogi , to mere pass aaogi, meri god me.. haina?" Shilpa said with a wet voice.

"Promise.." gunjan was smiling again. She felt very secured in this home. "Aunty, Thanks!"

"Chal pagly! Maa ko koi thanks kehta hain?" She said with false anger as gunjan bit her lip. "Chalo abhi, Main Khana laga deti hu… Jatin, jara dekho to ye Sam kya kar raha hain.."She said while moving towards the kitchen.

"umm.. Uncle, Main jaake dekhu?" Gunjan asked Jatin.

"Oh.. haan! Jaroor…" Jatin smiled, "dekhna to, hamare sahibjaade kya kar rahe hain?" He said and looked at Gunjan who already started moving towards samrat's room.

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"Haha… Sam, Its official now. Is ladki ka tere dimag par bahut gehra asar pada hain!"

"Bakwas mat kar ! Uska asar muzpe kyu padne laga?" Samrat was still irritated, but the degree was low.

"Aur nahi to kya, pichle aadhe ghante se tu is ek ladki ke hasi ke bare me discuss kar raha hain. ye uska asar nahi to kya hain?" Benji said lightheartedly.

"Dude! Samrat ka asar ladkiyo ke dilpe padta hain, kisi ladki ka asar samrat ke dimaag pe nahi. Aur waise bhi , muze uski hasi me koi interest nahi" He said in one breath, and just then he heard someone chuckle. "Aur ab tu aur haske muze gussa mat dila"

"Arey! Main kaha hasa yaar!" benji said and samrat heard it again… this time it was coming from his back, he turned to find Gunjan standing just 5 feet away from him, *Smiling*.

"Dude! Talk to u later" He said as he cut the call.

"Tum yaha kya kar rahi ho?" he demanded.

"Main tumhe dinner ke liye bulane aayi hu." She said making a plain face.

"Thik hain, Tum jao. Main aata hu."

"Ok." She gave a bland smile to him and turned to leave.

" Ruko, tum itna kyu Muskura rahi ho…"

"Kyu kya hua? Muskurana, Hasna to acchi baat hain na?" She said making an innocent face.

Samrat narrowed his eyes and mocked her smile " Muze pata hain, tum muze dekh kar hans rahi ho," And he put his finger on her specs and straightened them ," Par jyada der tak nahi. Kyuki jisme tumhe hasane ki capability hain, wo tumhe rula bhi sakta hain"

Gunjan smiled at his gesture," Really? I'll prepare for that." And left the room.

Samrat looked at her direction for a brief moment and was about to turn; just then she again peeped in to the room.

"Samrat….main soch rahi hu ke tumhe batau ya nahi…"

"Kya?"

"Yahi ki jab tum gusse hote ho to tumhari naak bahut hi funny lagti hain…" she chuckled and ran downstairs, leaving a fuming Samrat behind.

"You!!! Dekh lunga!" He muttered as he walked out of his room.

Well, of course. He had no choice. Now he had to see her day and night.

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Hey guys, as promised , this was a long update.

Hope you like it.... 😃

Hey guys... here goes the first Part....

Its like a small intro part. I know its too small but i need to introduce my chars and the relationship properly.

so here you go....



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It was a perfect morning.Sky was clear, the birds were happily chirping, flowers were blooming, and for a change Hari was on time today.

Still something was bothering Rajat very much. After all his princess, his darling daughter was going away from him. And he couldn't say no to her. He remembered the conversation he had with Gunjan about it last Friday..

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"Dad! this is so bad!! Main har baar Haar man leti hu aapke aage. but is baar nahi. Aap nahi chahte kya ke mere sapne poore ho jaye?"

"Aisi baat nahi hain Gunjan. Main to chahta hu ke tumhari har tamanna poori ho. Aur ye to tum bhi jaanti ho k Tum kisi cheez ke baareme sochti baad me ho, aur wo tumhe milti pehle hain."

"Well, that is my point dad. Aap muzse itna pyar karte hain k muze mangne se pehle hi sab kuch mil jaata hain. to fir ye kyu nahi?"

"Kyuki tumhe mere bagair rehne ki aadat nahi hai... aur umm... tum adjust bhi nahi kar paogi. nayi jagah , naye log... aur tum dar gayi toh? " Gunjan narrowed her eyes at this and rajan gave in.

"Alright!! mujhe tumhare bagair rehne ki aadat nahi hain. tumhare bagair main kaise reh paunga akele."

"Ohho dad. grow up! main hamesha k liye jaane ki baat nahi kar rahi hu. Bas kuch hi to dino ki baat hain."

Gunjan looked at her father hopefully, he was thinking something.

"Firbhi..." he said after a pause "Ye din ke mahine aur mahino ka saal kaise karte hain tumhi acchi..."

"Do you love me daddy? " gunjan asked making a puppy face, cutting him in between.

"Yes i do, But..."

"Then no if , not But. Pleeeease dad..." And as usual that 'pleeease' did the magic.

"Ok..ok! Fine, I'll think about it." Rajan said as he kissed her forehead as she screamed a high pitch "YeSSSSSS!!".

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"Saaarr! The Car is ready ."

Hari's voice brought Rajat back to present.
'Isse bhi aaj ka hi shubh muhurat mila tha kaam pe time se aaneka..'

Hari was Rajat's tamil driver, who never came on time, well at least on important occasions.

"Ofcourse Hari. Aaj na meri koi important meeting hain na koi official party. Aaj to car time se pehle hi ready rahegi.."

"waaisi baath nahi hain Saar. Gunjan ma'm aasked me to come won taime saar nahi tho wo merekho jaan se marne kha damkhi diya tha saar."

"ok . ok. just keep quiet now." Hari's thick tamilian accent irked an already irritated Rajat Rajat wondered who was Hari's boss, him or gunjan.

'Oh well! she's the princess, the apple of my eyes, and sometimes she boss'es me also' Rajat thought smilingly as Gunjan came downstairs with her baggage.


Hari promptly took the baggage from gunjan and went outside When gunjan looked at her dad, who was smiling fondly at her. But there was something more to his face... his eyes! They were wet. She regretted at her decision . For a while she forgot about all her dreams about mumbai and felt bad that she was leaving his father alone.
'I will miss you badly dad!!' she thought..

But then she came to her usual self and thought of teasing him.

"Dad, itne muskura rahe ho? Girlfriend ki yaad aa gayi?"

Rajat knew she was trying to lighten up the mood so he also joined her.

"Nahi, tere us boyfriend ki... wohi, jiska Khaman-dhokle ka dukan hai na..." He said in gujju style.

"Oh pleeseeeee! Jignesh mera accha dost hain, bas! aap muze uske naam se chidhaiye mat" gunjan said , slightly irritated.

"Haha... Point noted! accha wo sab chodo. Tumse kuch important baat karni hain. Meri kal Jatin se baat hui thi, tum mumbai me ..."

"unke ghar rehne waaali hu, jatin uncle aapke college time k frnd hain, wo aur aunty mera bahut khayal rakhenge, kal unhe kuch important meeting ke wajah se muze receive karna possible nahi hain, to unka driver mujhe pickup karne airport aajayega, aur main pohochte hi aapko call karungi... Uff! dad kal raat se ye baat aap itni baar dohora chuke ho ke muze ab ye sab yaad ho gaya hain. Ab chale? Main ye flight miss nahi karna chahti."

"To chalo na.. Baaton baaton me kitna time waste kar diya tumne..." Gunjan gaped at her father at this , who turned his back on her and started walking outside.

She smiled and followed him.

'Well this is it. Bye bye Jamnagar. I'm going to Mumbai... the dream city...!"

Gunjan had no idea what or rather who was in store for her.


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Hello friends,

Here is my next part. Its a long one compared to previous parts, so I hope you enjoy it.


Part 4 - When they met

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"Shut up dude!! Abhi jaldi chal. We are already Late. Uska plane land ho bhi chuka hoga." Samrat said as they entered the terminal building.

There were many people moving around in the building, People who work at the airport, people who were being received, people who didn't have anyone to receive them, and people who were there to receive someone. Just like us- Benji thought and looked around, trying to figure out whom they are supposed to receive, something hit a little cell of his brain.

"Ohh freeze!! If you haven't seen her, not a single time, then how are we supposed to find her?"

"Benji, sign boards kisliye hote hain?" Samrat was still in a relaxed state.

"Haan par filhaal hamare pas nahi hai" -Benji

Now it was samrat's turn. He looked at benji in disbelief.

"Dude? Tuzhe wo board diya tha na car me wo kaha hai?"

"Car me diya tha to car me hi hoga."

"To leke kaun ayega?"

"Obviously!! Main" – benji made a small face and started walking out.

Samrat looked at the direction and shook his head, Bas yehi baki tha, dude are you kidding with me? – he said looking at the sky.

Just then he bumped on a girl who was busy talking on her cell phone. The girl lost her balance, samrat impulsively pulled her hand and she landed in his arms. Her eyes were closed; she was very fair, with soft features, brown eyes, specs on them and really long silky hairs. She looked up, into his eyes, completely flabbergasted. Samrat was also dumbstruck, but when he saw her eyes, he was amused.

What is it in her eyes? Is it surprise? Confusion? Fear? Or… Anger! Dude you are still holding her by her waist. Leave her!! – samrat ended his trail of thought and let her go.

She looked at him in disgust and started scanning the floor. Samrat immediately spotted her cell, which was lying dead on the floor in two pieces with the battery out of it. He picked up the pieces and moved towards her. She snatched it from his hand and immediately started walking towards the exit.

Weird girl! Didn't even say thank you. Well maybe because you didn't say sorry… but why should I…? Well because normal people don't just walk looking at sky and bump on random people and then... hold them in arms. – samrat finally decided to be polite.

"Hey miss!..... Hey you!!............ Hellooooo……"

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Gunjan was dying of boredom. It was quarter to 1 and still she was on the airport. Her flight landed in mumbai at 12.07 PM. she came out of the plane at 12.10PM. She bid goodbye to Mayank at 12.28PM. And since then she was waiting for Jatin uncle's driver, who was supposed to pick her up.

'Gosh !! I hate to wait! Ye saare drivers ek jaise kyu hote hain? Late lateef!! Lagta hain ise bhi theek karna padega, jaise Hari ko kiya tha… gunjan made a mental note of this task while sipping the coffee at the cafeteria.

She looked at the watch once again – 12.51. 'Muze mayank ke sath hi nikal jaana chahiye tha. Sweet guy. Kitne politely lift offer kar raha tha… ab fas gayi na yaha… as she was thinking all this her cell phone rang for the nth time.

"Hello, gunjan? Kaha par ho beta?" Rajat's voice was overconcerned..

"Hi dad.. abhi tak wo driver nahi aaya. Bahut ho gaya. I'm leaving from here now."

"arey nahi beta. Thoda wait karlo. Shayad traffic me fasa hoga. Aata hi hoga"

"Dad itna late? You know na muze 1 minute late hona bhi pasand nahi hain…" she grabbed the handle of her trolly bag and started walking out of the building, " Aur main yaha aadhe ghante se intezar kar rhi hu. Waise bhi muze address pata hain, to main soch rahi hu ke nikal jaau…"

"Ma'm , your purse!" a voice called out from behind.

She turned and found the waiter at the caf holding her bag. She thanked him with a smile and took her bag and was about to turn when someone bumped into her. She lost the grip on mobile and it fell on ground, her purse fell on other side. she knew that just like these two things, she will also fall soon and closed her eyes tightly, when someone pulled her hand and held her. She opened her eyes and was a little surprised to find that she didn't fall. She looked up, only to find a pair of chocolate brown eyes looking at her.

He was looking at her with an amused smile, hmmm.. nice smile, He's good-looking. but why is he looking at me like that? Oh freak! I'm still in his arms… and that too in a public place… and this pervert!! He's not even moving…

She wondered if he read her last thoughts, because he immediately released her. She looked at him in disgust and started looking for her belongings, picked the purse from the floor, while he picked her broken cell phone and handed it to her.

'Ohh dad was on the line!! – she grabbed the phone and immediately started walking out of the building. As she put the battery into the cell and was closing the cover , she heard a voice.

"Hey miss!" … it must be him

"Hey you!!" … Ya… it is him!

"Hello………….!!!" … I better ignore him!

But the person was not ready to let go. He caught with her pace in just 3-4 leaps and stood in front of her blocking her way.

"Now what??"

"Look that was not intentional, and I'm really sorry for that" he said pointing at her mobile in a genuinely regretful voice.

"Fine. Now give me way…"

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

"Does that really matter to you?"

"Ya because once you forgive me, I can ask you to say thank you!" samrat said grinning.

"What?" gunjan shook her head in disbelief. "And why should I say thanks to you?"

"because I saved you from the fall, remember?" Samrat said proudly, raising one eyebrow.

"Well, you know what? I just thought of giving voice to my thoughts. You are a PERVERT! Now go get a life…" gunjan pushed him and stormed towards the exit While samrat stood there, shocked.

It took a moment for him to realize what she has said.

"Pervert?? Whoaa...! Hey you!! How dare you?" he shouted as he followed her.

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Benji was about to enter the building with the sign board of "Ms. Gunjan Bhushan" when he was stopped by a girl.

"To tum ab aa rahe ho?" The girl was fuming.

"Ji aap kaun" Benji looked at her, confused.

"wohi jiska tumhe intezar tha. Ab jyada sawal mat karo. You know, tum poora ek ghanta late ho. Main chahu, to uncle se tumhari complaint karwake tumhe naukri se bhi nikalwa sakti hu…"

As gunjan continued scolding benji, he stood there, clueless.

Complaint ? Naukri? Ye muze samajh kya rahi hain?

"Dekhiye, aapko kuch galat fahmi hui hai… apka jise bhi intezar hai, wo mai bilkul bhi nahi hu"

"To tum ho kaun jo mere naam ka sign board leke ghum rahe ho ? batao…" and she was about to continue , just then samrat reached there.

He was about to say something to gunjan when he noticed a confused benji.

"Dude! Tu aa gaya? Chal ab gunjan ko dhundhte hain!" and before turning to the terminal again, he threw a cold stare at gunjan, "Tumse to main baad me baat karunga."

"Suno.." gunjan called him, "Tum gunjan ko dhundh rahe ho?" Her voice softened suddenly.

"Haan. Kyu? koi problem hain?"

"Nahi! Jise dhundhna chahte ho , wo tumhare saamne ho, aur tumhe firbhi poora airport ghumna ho to muze kya problem hogi." She said indifferently.

Samrat stared at her for a while and a sudden realization hit his head.

"Tum… tumhara matlab… TUM gunjan ho?" – he asked in disbelief.

"Yes! Ab ye bags uthao aur chalo jaldi se… I hate being late" Gunjan replied with attitude and walked towards the parking lot.

Samrat gaped at the direction she went when benji patted his back.

"Sam, kya hua…"

Samrat shook his head and murmured a "nothing" in a low voice.

Great! To ye hain Gunjan, jo aaj se mere ghar me rahegi. I cant stand her for one minute and now…? God tussi great ho… Samrat thought as they walked towards the car.

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Hello frnds,
Here i come with intro part -2. This part may confuse some of you, and some of you may feel surprised. but don't worry. You'll get a clear picture in next parts.


so here you go...

Intro part-2
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The cell phone rang again as gunjan was about to get into her seat.

"hello dad? now what?... Haan baba main... muze sab yaad hain aur wo.. Haan ... main pohochte hi call kar dungi. haan ... ok! ... hmmm... Nahi!" Gunjan sighed with displeasure, totally unaware of the fact that someone was eavesdropping on her conversation ,though not by choice.

"Dad security check ki line se yaha tak ye aapki 8wi call hain!! " This time the person had a hard time controlling his chuckle, and gunjan became aware of the existence of the passenger in next seat. He was a handsome boy in his early 20's, dressed in a Jeans and informal shirt.

'People have no manners... gunjan thought

"ummm.. haan main kar lungi. haan pakka. rakhti hu... plane shuru honewala hain" she tried to keep her voice as low as possible..

"Ma'am, may i request you to keep your cell switched off..?" The air hostess said in a sweet voice and Gunjan hurriedly ended her conversation with her father.
She turned on her right to find her co-passenger, who looked rather amused. He smiled at her and gunjan just shrugged. she looked away and looked at him again only to find him staring at her.

'Irritating...

"Femily colling?" he said smiling cheekily.

"What?"

"Apke baapu ka hi col tha na" this time he pointed at her cell phone.

"Oh yaa.. of course. 'Family' ka hi 'Call' tha." she said , disinterestedly.

"Meri femily bhi bohot col karti he... wo kya he na , me hu hi eesa. Muze bahar rehne ki aadat nai he na"

"..."

"Wese aap ja kaha rehi he?"

"Zumritallaiya!!"Gunjan said sarcastically. This was far more than irritating for her.

"Ohh.. tab to aap galat plane me beth gayi ne... ye to mumbai jata he.." he said innocently.

Gunjan couldn't help but smile at this. "koi baat nahi. main via mumbai chali jaungi." she said playfully.

"hehe... good. Wese lagta he aap bhi peli bar bahar ja rahi he ghar se.."

"Nahi , ghar se to kai baar bahar ja chuki hu. mera school aur college ghar ke bahar hi tha. Aap nahi gaye kabhi?" gunjan said.

Sirf tum hi nahi ho jo paka sakte ho... she thought. But to her surprise he was not irritated at her remark, instead he was smiling wholeheartedly.

"Good . I like your sense of humor . By the way, i am mayank, mayank sharma." and he held out his hand.

"Gunjan Bhushan." As she shaked hand with him , she noticed that his gujju accent was gone. " umm, Mayank ... sharma? Sharma is not a gujrati surname right?"

A small smile formed on his face as he said in a regretful voice "Hey, sorry. i was just faking it. Actually I'm from mumbai. Main yaha mere ek dost ki shadi me aaya tha. Dinbhar uske aur uske family ke sath reh reh kar is accent ki aadat si ho gayi. Aur fir akele traveling karte samay chup chap apne co-passenger ke phone calls sunne se accha hain ke unse kuch baatein kare...hai na? so i thought of breaking the ice. Waise i hope you don't mind it."

She liked his honest explanation.

"No, not at all. Wese mimicry bohot acche karte he aap" gunjan said , mocking his fake gujju accent. "Par... Phone CALLS means....?"

"uhh.. wo security check ke line se hi main aapke aage tha. I mean main intentionally nahi sun raha tha..." mayank said with a sheepish smile.

"Hey that's fine. I think i was a bit loud." gunjan said assuring him and watched dimples forming on his face.

And they chatted for rest of the time about random topics, with mayank's witty comments and one liners.

Gunjan enjoyed the flight, thanks to 'Mayank Sharma'.

Nice Start, gunjan! Agar mumbai ka trailer hi aisa hain , to picture kaisa hoga.... she thought as they landed on Santacruz airport.

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Hey guys,
Here goes the 2nd update.
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And next part will be sam's entry. 😳

Regards,
Amy