You are my theme for a dream(SaJan FF) Updt on p64

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Amy here.

Hey Guys, This is my first attempt of writing an FF. Well i am not a pro at this , and I've been a reader most of the times. But this idea has been revolving in my mind since ages, and i decided to give it a try. I am new to this writing stuff so expecting your support. So guys, Please read and comment!! 😳


Hope it entertains you.

Here is the Character Sketch:

Samrat Shergil:


Handsome, jovial, Kindhearted and easygoing. Lives with his Parents in mumbai.He has an elder sister who is married to her college time sweetheart. Samrat Studies in Excel college and is a star basketball player. He loves his family very much. Loves to hang out with friends. Girls go gaga over this hunk who loves all this attention from the hotties, BUT he's not interested in love , well until...

Gunjan Bhushan:

This Sweet, Charming, fun-loving girl possesses a really sweet voice. She can be a little stubborn at times. Lives with her overprotective, but loving Father in Jamnagar, Gujrat. Craves for motherly love and misses her Late mother too much. She has only two dreams in life, One- To become next Indian Idol , and second - To fall in love. Will these dreams come true or...

Suhani Sahay:


Samrat's Elder sis. She likes to bully her little charlie (that's what she calls samrat).Currently in London, married to Adhiraj with whom she was madly in love during college tym. Well, Seemingly, marriage is not the "happily ever after" for this couple. Will she be able to overcome the hardships and testings life has brought to her...?

Adhiraj Sahay:


Suhani's ex-BF and current husband. He's a banker in London. A well cultured , well mannered Man, but too busy to take a look at his loving wife.

Shilpa shergil:


Samrat's Mother or as he says his "Jaan". A loving and caring mother who's always smiling. But there is something she tries to hide behind her smile which does not seems natural anymore.

Jatin Shergil:


Samrat's Dad. MD of a pharma company. Though samrat claims he's partial and always chooses suhani over him, he's more like a friend to his son. Best friend is Rajat Bhushan. Loves his wife very much but wants to bring her natural smile back.

Rajat Bhushan:


Gunjan's Dad. Vice president of a Finance Firm. He's a little possessive and a lot protective about gunjan. He makes sure gunjan has everything she wants. Loves his late wife very much. He is Best friend of Jatin Shergil.


So these are my principal Characters. Please read and let me know if i should continue or not.😊


Index
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Introduction part -1 - page 2.

Introduction part -2 - page 3.

Introduction part -3 - page 4.

(When they met)Part 4 - page 5.

(Oops! Did i hurt you?) Part 5 -Page 7

(What matters to you the most?)Part 6 -Page9

(You bring the smile on my face!!)Part 7-Page 10

(Planning and Plotting) Part 8-Page 14

(The prank) Part 9- Page 16

(Think before you challenge)Part 10 -page 18

(Beginning of the WAR)Part 11 -page 22

(Unknown fears) Part 12 -page 25

(Beginning of a change) Part 13 - page 29

(We are just friends) Part 14 -Page 33

(Lovely Surprise) Part 15 - Page 38

(Party time) Part 16-page 43

(A souvenir and a broken heart) Part 17- page 46

(If falling in love feels like this...)Part 18 - page 49

(The one who is not jealous, is not in love)Part 19 - page 57

(He loves me, He loves me not..) Part 20 - page 64

Regards,
Amy

Heylo freinds,

Here i am with another update.
Plz read and comment....

Part 15 ( Lovely Surprise)
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It was already 9AM when gunjan got up, and it was too late for her. Normally she used to get up at 6. But because of Suhani's arrival at home, last night was a party time for shergill family. They had dinner outside in Jatin uncle's and Suhani's favorite restaurant. And then after coming home, they chatted for a long time. Gunjan came in her room at 1.30 AM, but it took much more time for her to go in her dreamland. Her dad's surprise kept her awake for a long time and now she was feeling much sleepy even after sleeping till 9 AM.

She got ready and came down. When she came to the dining area, the whole shergill family was present there, including Jatin. There were piles of photo albums kept on the dining table.

"Good morning everybody!! Jatin uncle.. u didn't go to office today..?" Asked Gunjan.

"Haan beta, Aaj office ko chutti...Meri pari jo aayi hain." Jatin said and caressed suhani's cheeks, who was sitting besides him.

"Wow! that's great! waise ye sab kya hain?" Gunjan asked looking at the photo albums scattered on the table.

"We were refreshing our old memories.", Samrat said with enthusiasm, "Hey Gunjan, look at this photo.."

It was a photo of a small girl, about 7 or 8 yrs old, she was cute, with big eyes full of tears, and behind her stood a boy, maybe 5 yrs old, with a naughty smile, he was holding a doll who's head was ripped of her body. Maybe it was his deed, and he seemed to be really proud of it.

"Ye tum ho?" Gunjan Asked Samrat.

"Haan, aur ye sue... she was such a cry baby, when she was a child."

"Achha?", Suhani narrowed her eyes, "Aur ye photo dekho to jara Gunjan... " Suhani showed her another snap.

Samrat , aged 4, was dressed like Charlie Chaplin, and the cute little Chaplin-style moustache, drawn by kohl, was looking so cute on him. Gunjan couldn't stop her laughter after watching that photo, and samrat gave suhani a don't-you-dare-again look.

"This was his 1st stage performance.. When he was in senior KG. It was fancy dress competition. Now you got it, why I call him Charlie..?" Suhani said pulling samrat's cheek.

"Ahh, it pains!!" samrat said rubbing his cheek, "And you forgot to mention that I won the competition."

"Why wouldn't you? You were looking so funny..." suhani said and Gunjan and Suhani hi-fived...

Samrat opened his mouth to say something but their mother mediated between the siblings.

"Arey arey.. bas! tum log fir shuru ho gaye? Suhani... don't!!" Shilpa Aunty said and Suhani stuck her tongue at Samrat, while he just gave her a winning smile.

"Waise Gunjan, This photo is a must watch.." Jatin said looking at a photo, "Samrat on the stage receiving prize for his performance.."

"Dad!! No'" Samrat tried to snatch the photo, but Gunjan took the photo from Jatin Uncle. Samrat, who was still in his Charlie Chaplin avatar, was crying badly while receiving the award. A broad smile formed on her lips.

"Aur pata hain, Samrat kyu ro raha tha' Kyuki ise mom ke paas jaana tha' Dad, u remember? Muze prize nahi lena'" Suhani paused for her dad's reaction.

"Muze Mamma ke paass jana hain'" Jatin and suhani said in unison.

Gunjan was laughing badly, she looked at Samrat, she thought he'll be angry after this teasing session. But she was surprised to see him smiling. He was rather embarrassed.

"Toh acchi baat hain na.. Mera beta muzse kitna pyar karta hain.." Shipla said taking samrat's side. Samrat wrapped his arm around shilpa's shoulders.

"Thanks mom, ek aap hi ho jo mere side me hain' warna Dad to hamesha Suhani ki hi side me hote hain."

"That's because I'm always right'" Said suhani.

"Chup kar dad ki chamchi'"

"Main chamchi?, and you, mamma's boy?"

"Haan, Mamma's boy to main hu' Par tumhare adi ke tarah mamma ke pallu me banda nahi hu.." samrat replied and almost immediately regretted on his own words. Suhani fell silent. The environment in the room was tensed. Shilpa and Jatin gave samrat a upset look, While Gunjan stood there , unsure of what to do.

"Samrat tumbhi naa'" Suhani managed to curve her lips in a false smile, and shook her head." I'm sorry , gunjan. Samrat ki baton par jyada dhyan mat do. Uske aur Adi ke, I mean mere husband ke beech jara jyada hi pyar hain."

Jatin and Shilpa sighed as suhani handled the situation. Gunjan gave Suhani an understanding smile. Gunjan could understand how uncomfortable they were feeling. Though they treated her as a family, there were some things she didn't know, and it was better that those things remain in the family only. Thinking about all this, she remembered her own family, and she missed her only family member.. her dad.

"Sir, bahar koi aaya hain, ek bada sa box leke'" Abdul chacha entered in the room.

"Bada sa box..?" Gunjan jumped ,"It must be the keyboard.. oh!! Or the surprise!!" and she ran outside.

Everyone looked at her reaction with puzzled faces, and followed her.

As gunjan came out, she saw a big rectangular box, wrapped in a red glossy gift paper, with purple ribbon on it. She ripped it off and saw her gift. Everyone looked at her excited face with amusement. The keyboard was nice indeed! Just what she wanted. She pressed some keys, it was touch sensitive and that gave it a different effect. She started to play a tune, when her mobile started ringing.

"Hello Dad'" She picked up the phone.

"Gunjan! Kaisa laga gift?" Rajat's voice came from the other side.

"Awesome, mindblowing, fantastic dad!! Thanks dad. Its really nice. And you know dad.. its touch sensitive.."

"Well , I can hear that." Rajat said with a smile.

"Hear that? Par main to abhi play nahi kar rahi.."

"Well, time for your Surprise!!" and the call was disconnected.

"Dad!! .. uff, phone cut ho gaya.." She looked at shergill's and said," and he didn't reveal his surprise also.."

"Toh ab reveal kar deta hu.." As she heard her fathers voice she first looked at her mobile, but then she realized that it was coming from behind. She turned around only to find her dad standing behind her.

"Dad' u are here!! Wow'" she clung to him.

"Oh my princess' how have you been?" Rajat was so happy to see his little angel.

"I'm fine dad. And very happy.."

"Aur beti se mil liya ho to dost se bhi mil le'" Jatin said and Rajat turned to him.

"Haan haan.. tuzse to milna hi hain mere yaar." And the two men hugged each other, everyone saw them with amusement.

"Kaisa hain Rajat? Kitne saal ho gaye yaar tuze Mumbai aake. Tune to Mumbaika naam lena bhi band kar diya tha yaar." Said jatin.

"Yaar, Indu ki death ke baad Mumbai aaneka man nahi kiya kabhi." Rajat said staring the sky blankly.

"Par beti ke pyar ne tuze Mumbai bula hi liya.." Jatin smiled..

"Haan , beti ka pyar aur teri party.." Rajat started but stopped as samrat and suhani pleaded him with eyes.

"Party..? kaisi party?" Jatin asked with confusion.

"Wohh' papa, aap apne dost ke aane ki kushi me party to denge hi naa'" Suhani stammered.

"Haan. Aap usi party ki baat kar rahe the na uncle..?" Samrat covered up for suhani.

"yes yes.. Main itne saalon baad aya hu. Party tho honi chahiye'" Rajat caught the clue and both of them sighed with relief.

"Of course, party to hogi par.." Jatin looked at them suspiciously. He wanted to say something to samrat and suhani but Rajat diverted his attention.

"Par war kya yar.. itne dino baad aaya hu. Yaha bahar khada karega kya.. Chal andar." And he took Jatin with him. Shilpa followed them in leaving the youngsters behind.

"To dad ko tum logo ne bulaya' party ke liye?" Gunjan turned towards the siblings, her hands on her waist," Muze bataya bhi nahi ke mere Dad anewaale hain?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise gunjan.." Samrat said softly, "didn't you like it?"

"Ya , I like it. But.. muze batana chahiye tha naa'" Gunjan pouted.

"Arey gunjan, batate to wo surprise kaise rehta..?" Suhani said.

"Aur wo khushi wo excitement jo tumare sweet se chehre par aaj aayi, wo kaise aati?" said samrat and suhani gaped at him. She could not believe that this sentence was said by her brother.

"Gunjan, tum muzse naraaj nahi ho naa?" samrat asked her, and she smiled.

"Nahi. And thank you. This surprise was really beautiful." Gunjan said and ruffled his hairs.

"You're welcome, but don't do that again." He said arranging his hairs.

"I'll do that'" and she again did it'

"Gunjan !! don't!!" He warned her and she ran. He started chasing her, leaving Suhani behind in an amused state.

'I wonder if they know how much they mean to each other'" she said to herself and started walking towards the house.

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Hey guys,

Updating after a long time......... Hope you remember what happened in last part... 😛

Well, i was really busy these days and couldnt write anything as my mind was busy with hundreds of tasks.. but here i am with another update.. i hope you enjoy this as much as you enjoyed earlier..

so here we go..........

Part 19 - (The one who is not jealous, is not in love)
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One hour, just one hour has passed since samrat dropped her to her music class. But still she missed him so much. Gunjan couldn't understand why she was so eager to see him, as if she'll be seeing him after years. After coming to college, she straightaway went to BB court, hoping that He would be there. But to gunjan's surprise, he was not there. And that made her even more anxious.

Where is he.. and whats the deal wid me , why am I so excited to see him?.. she thought as she scanned the whole college.

"Hey ananya, have you seen Samrat anywhere?" She asked a girl , who shook her head negatively.

"Samrat!! Kaha ho tum..?"She sighed heavily and sat on a bench holding her head.

"Hey Gunjan!" gunjan slowly looked up to find Diya, who was looking at her with concern. "Kya hua? Aise sir pe haath rakh kar kyu baithi ho? Any problem?" She asked worriedly.

"Diya.. tumne Samrat ko kahi dekha hain..?" Gunjan asked anxiously and Diya chuckled.

"Haan! Bahut baar dekha hain.. Kyu?" said Diya.

"Majak nahi diya. Seriously..!" Gunjan was agitated now.

"Gunjan, Sammy kya koi serious hoke dekhne ki cheez hain?" Diya said but kept her hand on her mouth when she saw the cold look Gunjan gave her.."Ok, maine Sammy ko nahi dekha, I mean aaj nahi dekha. Par hua kya wo to batao.."

"Main use Kabse dhundh rahi hu.. wo mil hi nahi raha.." Gunjan said while her eyes were searching for him in the crowd. Diya couldn't help but smile at her anxiety.

"Relax Gunjan! Itni anxious kyu ho rahi ho.. wo koi baccha thodi na hain ke kho jayega.." Diya said calmly,"Achha tumne kaha kaha dhundha usko?"

"Poore college me.. " said Gunjan.

"Aur wo nahi mila? are you sure tumne sab jagah cover ki?" Diya asked as Gunjan thought about it.

"Ya.. searched everywhere.. except.. ermm.. Men's loo.."

"And music room?" As Diya said this, it struck to Gunjan. She had missed it. She ran towards the music room.

"Gunjan.. where are you going-"

"Music room.. chalo tum bhi.." Gunjan shouted without looking back and diya stared at her.

Ise kya hua.. kal tak to theek thi.. Kuch to gadbad hain.. diya thought, and followed gunjan.

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"Hey CJ.. look at me yaar. Focus on practice. Ye mobile par baat badme kar lena.."Samrat shouted at CJ , who wrapped up her mobile conversation,"Aur benji tera E string bilkul bhi tuning me nahi hain.. Tu guitar baja raha hain ya sitar? kya kar raha hain yaar! Ye le, tune it!" He said throwing the guitar tuner at Benji.

"Sam! Itna kyu anxious ho raha hain yaar. Relax kar!" Benji said while tuning his guitar, with a calm, slow pace, which annoyed samrat even more.

"Relax kya, you know 10 din me competition hain, aur main ye jeetna chahta hu.." Samrat said with worry.

"Really? Muze to laga tha ke tum job hi kaam karte ho , wo jeetne ya haarne ke liye nahi karte.." Gunjan said with a smile on her face, "Jo bhi karo , apne dil ke khushi ke liye karo n all.."

Diya, who entered after gunjan, looked at her with bewilderment . just before some time, this girl was so restless and disoriented, and now, here after one look at samrat, and she was so calm, cool and composed. She was even joking with him.

"Wo normal case me main follow karta hu.. par ab.." Samrat trailed off and gunjan looked puzzled.

Looking at gunjan, benji continued, "Ab case jara special hain. Actually samrat ne apne rival se shart lagayi hain."

"Puhleeeeeese Benji. Wo mera rival kehlane ke bhi layak nahi hain." Samrat said angrily.

"Kaun? RV?" Diya said apprehensively as Benji, Samrat and CJ nodded affirmatively.

"But why? You know him right? Uske muh lagne se fayda kya hain?" Diya asked Samrat.

" You know what that jerk did. He said in front of whole college, ke uska band is saal ke youth festival ko rock karega, aur uske baad wo hamare band ki band baja dega."

"Uske kehne se kya hoga?" samrat smiled sarcastically, "Ccompetition me hi pata chal jayega ke kaun best hain."

"Par ye RV hian kaun?" Gunjan asked in confusion.

"Rv- ranvijay. Apne aap ko Prince samajhta hain, par hain ek goon. People like him should be in jail, not in college." Diya said bitterly, as if she had some bad experience with him. Gunjan thought of asking her, but she dropped that thought. Maybe later..!

"Just leave it Diya.." Benji patted her back , and she half-smiled at him.

"Hey Sammy. I wish you win this competiton.. best luck you guys.." She said with enthusiasm.

"Par.. ek problem hain yaar!" CJ said and everyone turned towards her, "We have to perform an original song this year!!" she said and everyone was disappointed.

"Hey don't worry! Maine likha hain.." Samrat said holding a paper in his hand..

"Hey show me.." Gunjan grabbed it and started reading.."Pamilaa.. O meri jaan.. " and she frowned.

Whos this pamila? She thought

"Ok likhne ki koshish ki hain.." samrat said looking at her frown , "aage padho na.."

"Mera dil tune chura liya.. Mera kehna bhi na maana..

Kyu tu ye jaane naa.. main nahi hu tuzse anjaana.."

Gunjan stopped reading. It felt weird. She imagined samrat singing this song for that 'Pamila'.. Whoever she is.. I don't care.. she thought.

"Kya hua gunjan.. aage padho naa.." Diya said and she continued.

"Tere bin main na reh paunga, maine aaj hain ye jaana..

Meri jaan, mere paas to aao.. main hu tera diwana.."

Bass!! Gunjan thought. She couldn't read further.

"Kya hua gunjan?" Samrat asked looking at her face.

"Ye pamila kaun hain?" she asked sternly.

"Pamila?.. pamila.. ladki hain.." he said casually.

"Par hain kaun?"

"Gunjan! Ladki ka naam hain yar pamila.."

"Are you going to tell me..?" she raised her voice and samrat stared at her.

"Ok Ok. Dont shout.. Read further.. you will come to know.." he said and gunjan realized that she was loud. She nodded in embarrassment and continued.

"Kyu tu jaane na.. o meri jaan.. hey pamila..

Benji ki building ka chautha maala.."

She read the last line and stared at samrat, then at benji , and started laughing..

"Kya hua.." Samrat asked.

"Ye .. ye kaisa gaana hain.." she said with difficulty and CJ and diya also joined her in her laughter,"Benji ke building ka chautha maala.."

"But he's correct. Mere building ke 4^th floor par sachme ek Pamila rehti hain.." Benji testified samrat's knowledge and the girls stopped laughing only to break into another fit of laughter.

"But tum to 1^st floor par rehte ho na?" Diya asked looking at Benji's eyes.

"Haan , magar mere building me aur kaun kaun rehta hain muze sab pata hian.." he said hesitatingly.

"Yepp. especially girls!!"Samrat added into it putting his hand around benji's shoulder and Diya looked at benji disapprovingly.

"Arey nahi yaar.." Benji looked at her helplessly," Aur waise samrat ko bhi to pata hain na ke wo kaha rehti hain.. aur wo gaana bhi to usne hi likha hain.."

Samrat looked at him sternly and took off his hand from benji's shoulders.

"Haan samrat! Muze bhi to batao , chakkar kya hain?"Gunjan said looking at his face in a plain voice. She felt uneasy. She really wanted to hear samrat's answer, but she prayed secretly that he should not answer. Weird.. why is it so?- she thought..

"Kuch chakkar nahi hain yaar.. " samrat shrugged it off. She was not satisfied with his answer, "Pehle ye batao ke ye gaana kaisa hain.."

"Bakwaas!" the word poped out of her mouth. Samrat gaped at Gunjan and so everyone..

"Kya kaha?" samrat asked her with wide eyes.

"Bahut bakwas gaana tha. Muze bilkul accha nahi laga. Ye gaana bilkul mat gaana! Warna haar jaoge.." She said immediately.

Gunjan was a girl who never criticized anyone so straight forwardly. She used to take care not to hurt anyone. If she didn't like anyone's work, she would just say 'Nice attempt.. but you need to work on it' or just point out the mistake. And here she was criticizing , no, discouraging her own best friend, 'Samrat'.

"gunjan.. you.." diya was about to say something but samrat stopped her.

"writing a song is not so easy, chashmish! Singing a song is different and writing it is different. Agar tumhe aata ho to tum likh do.. Maine bahot time spend karke likha tha ye.. par tumne.. chodo.. I think i wasted my time. and thanks for the encouragement. " he said sternly and packed his guitar.

Gunjan felt really bad about her words. She had hurt him. He needed her encouragement and she had discouraged him.

But why.. why did I say that? It was not that bad either.. well except the last line.. and Pamila.. Am I .. insecure..? jealous..? oh he's leaving .. I should stop him .. she thought frantically.

Samrat grabbed his guitar bag and started walking out of the room when he heard a sweet tune played on the keyboard.. He turned back and found gunjan who was playing the keyboard. She looked at him and their eyes met. She smiled at him, but he shook his head and turned to leave.. just then he heard her sing..

Yeh Zindagi
Khole Bahein Khadi (Samrat turned back again, gunjan was singing the song with her eyes closed.)

Hawa Yun Chali
Dil Kahe Tu Bhi Zara Saath Aaaa (as the wind blew on her face, she signaled him to come near her)

Kal Chotisi Chuti Yaadon Ki Gaali ( she smiled as she remembered all the moments spent with him)

Pal Mein Naya Aisa Waadon Ka Silsila ( she held her ears , just like he did to apologize and samrat smiled)

Bheed Mein Bhi Kyun Lage Ki ( he walked towards her slowly looking into her eyes.. as if he was spellbound.)
Hum Doo Akele Yahaan

As samrat came closer, gunjan's heart started beating fast. For her the rest of the world was non-existent. She stopped singing.

"Ruk kyu gayi chashmish.. gaao na.." Samrat said , still smiling.

"Nahi.. wo main.. bas .. itnaa hi likha hain." She said hesitatingly and samrat stared at her.

"U mean , ye .. ye song tumne likha hain?" He said , his smile grew wider as she nodded shyly.

"Wow guys! To hame hamara original song mil gaya..!" Benji shouted with excitement and hi-fived with CJ and Diya.

"Aur singer bhi.." Samrat smiled looking in gunjan's eyes, "Gaogi na chashmish? mere liye..?"

Gunjan looked in his eyes dreamily. She would have died for those eyes a 100 times. Singing was very small thing to ask for.. She nodded happily and everyone shouted with excitement.

"Chalo den. Hamare major problems to solve ho gaye hain.. ab canteen chale.. muze bhook lagi hain.." said CJ and everyone agreed on it. They walked out side the music room, when gunjan stopped samrat.

"samrat.. muze tumse..k.. kuch puchna tha.." gunjan stumbled on her words.

"Pucho na chashmish.. kya baat hain?" said samrat.

"Wo.. Pamilaa.." gunjan trailed off and samrat laughed loudly.

"Tumhare dimag se ab tak wo gayi nahi..? Mera uske sath koi lena dena nahi hain, Ok? aur haan uska ek chhava bhi hian.." samrat said grinning.

"chhava?" Gunjan asked with confusion.

"Haan.. tumhe chhava nahi pata?" He said casually.

"Nahi.."

"Chhava matlab.. boyfriend.. aur chhavi matlab girlfriend. Samzi? Ye mumbaiyya language hain.. dheere dheere seekh jaogi.." he said flinching her nose and headed off to canteen.

Gunjan was much more relaxed now..

So.. Pamila was not his Chhavi.. it feels great!! But why was I so bothered about Pamila.. Oh wait. I was being possessive , isn't it? And I was jealous too.. she thought and smiled, hitting her head slightly.

"I cant belive I was jealous of Pamila.." Gunjan said to herself and turned to find diya standing behind her with her eyes wide open..

"you were jealous of whom..?" Diya asked with surprise as Gunjan looked at her in shock.

"D-Did .. Did you hear it?" Was all gunjan could say..

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Hey guys,🤗
how ru all?
Updating this FF after many days...
but plz spare me.. coz as i said earlier, i was away frm IF for a month or so..
now here is my short sa update... i 'm sorry its really short.. but kya kare .. next tym will compensate...

(He loves me, He loves me not..) Part 20

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Diya stood there in front of gunjan with surprised looks and a cunning smile.

"Gunjan, whats the matter? Muze nahi bataogi?" Finally she said to a lost gunjan.

"Kuch bhi to nahi." Gunjan murmured.

"Acchaa? To fir tumhare chehre ka rang kyu uda hain?aur tum jealous kyu feel kar rahi thi?" As diya nudged further, gunjan turned her back on Diya. But Diya was determenent to know whats on her mind.

"Batao na gunjan, u can trust me.." Diya said facing gunjan, and gunjan looked at her. She was confused.

Should I tell her?.. she thought. But no.. What if she tells Samrat? And even I'm not sure about his feelings.

And she started thinking of some excuse. Diya was watching her expressions closely.

"Ok fine. If you don't want to tell, its ok..", Diya said after another minute of silence, and just as gunjan was about to take a sigh of relief, she continued, "But I know whats running in your mind."

Gunjan gaped at her. How does she.. no no.. maybe she's talking about something else.. nowadays I relate everything to Samrat.. she thought.

"What do you know?" gunjan asked furrowing her brows.

"Its Samrat.. isn't it?" Diya asked and watched a dark pink shade rising on Gunjan's cheeks. She didn't want the answer to her question anymore. Gunjan's face told her the whole story.

"Oh my god Gunjan.. youre blushing..!! " Diya jumped with joy and hugged her.

Gunjan gave a half smile,"Diya.. ermm.. please don't tell anybody.. actually, I'm also not sure about.."

"About what? About whether you like him or not?"Diya said cutting her in between," Gunjan , even if you are not sure, I'm sure that you like him…"

"No Diya.. Its not that.." Gunjan said softly. "I'm not sure about his feelinga about me.."

"Aahh! Don't worry dear.. usme kya hain .. pata chal jayega.." Diya said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Par kaise?" Gunjan asked innocently as Diya grinned.

"Don't worry… leave it on the master mind Diya.." She said proudly and made gunjan sit on a chair. "waise to har ladka pyar me alag hi behave karta hain. But I have made some tests, based upon my observation. see, when a guy, likes you.. I mean he's really into you.. he'll give away some signs.."

"Signs?.. what signs?" Gunjan asked.

"you know.. like, he won't do it on purpose but it will happen naturally. Like he remembers every little thing you mention in casual conversation."Diya said, and watched confusion growing on Gunjan's face. "see I'll give you an example.. suppose, you two go to a movie together.. and then in the interval you might have been talking about your favorite popcorn flavor when he was around and two weeks later he'll say, "Well, you like Caramel flavor..."

"Well that he does often.. But, do you like caramel?" Gunjan asked making a sour face while diya rolled her eyes.

"It was an example dear… ok second thing.. If he's also getting some feelings about you, then his voice changes when he talks to you in a group. He may say "Hey." to everyone with you, but the "Hey." to you will be a little different." Diya said making the second "hey" a little husky..

Gunjan was amazed, "Wow! I never noticed this thing, but.." she said.. "tell me more naa.."

"Ya.. ya.. I know how eager you are to apply all these tests on him.." Diya said grinning hard, "next thing - His voice gets softer when the two of you talk. It will be more like a whisper." Diya said and looked at Gunjan, she looked thoughtful, and Diya continued," and the last thing.. The difference in behavior.. If he's normal and quiet, he may get louder if you are around. Or if he's loud at a particular day, after seeing you he may become quiet. That's the key to know what he thinks about you.."

Gunjan looked at Diya for a second, as if she was studying her..

"What?" Diya asked.

"Didn't you apply these tricks on someone?"Gunjan finally asked.

"Well, yes! I use it a lot. You know boys are always flirting with me.." Diya said casually.

"Then how come you don't know about ben.." Gunjan bit her tongue. She felt that she gave away a little too much and gave a regretful look to Diya. But to her surprise, diya wasn't surprised. She was calm, in fact on taking a second look at her, Gunjan noticed the blush on her face.

"Diya, do you know?" Gunjan asked curiously.

"Yes. But I'm waiting to hear from him.." Diya said, her cheeks turned into red.

"and did you apply these tests on him?" Gunjan asked and diya nodded in response. "Oh.. wow! And whats the result?" She exclaimed.

"Obviously he passed all the test honey.. that's how I came to know na.."

Now it was gunjan who hugged a blushing diya with joy.

"Oh diya!! I'm so glad he passed all the test." Gunjan said.

"Arey abhi exams hue bhi nahi aur tum log test ki baat kar rahe ho?" Samrat entered, and the girls tried to hide their excitement and smiles from their faces.

"Ham exams ke bare me baat nahi kar rahe the." Diya said and gunjan elbowed her, "Ham to aisehi kuch baatein kar rahe the" Diya covered up.

"Accha.. to tum log yaha gossip kar rahe the aur ham waha canteen me tumhara intezar kar rahe the.. how mean candy…!" Samrat faked disappointment.

"Ohho.. to ab chalo naa.. kisne roka hain.." diya said and started walking out of the room. Gunjan just stared at the direction she went.

"Chale princess," Samrat whispered softly causing Gunjan to look at him.

His voice will be softer when the two of you talk --- a voice alarmed her.

She looked in his eyes, while he looked at her with amusement.

"Gunjan.. GUNJAN!.." his voice brought her back to the reality, "Kya hua tumhe. Aise kya dekh rahi ho?"

"Kuch nahi.." She shook her head, "Canteen chale?" she said with shaky voice and he nodded.

It was hard..She thought while going to the canteen. it was really hard to understand Samrat. She knew Diya's tests won't be applicable to him. She needed to find her own way to find out it.

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Part 16 (Party time)
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Shergill mansion was decorated like a wedding hall. Everything was so perfect, so beautiful. The lights, the dcor, the food, everything. Of course, because the arrangements were done by two beautiful ladies- Suhani, and Gunjan. Samrat also helped them, if splashing the water on floor and falling on the same water or mixing red roses with pink, by mistake, can be called help.

As the sky became darker, guests started showing. But the main attraction of the party, Jatin and Shilpa, were not there. They were out with Rajat, since morning. Why? Should I really tell you? This was their 'Surprise party'. So rajat had taken them out in morning, to buy time for the arrangements.

Samrat stood in his sky blue sherwani at the entrance of the hall, greeting guests. His nervousness grew with every new entrant to the party. Gunjan was taking the final look at the arrangements when her eyes fell on samrat. She sensed his discomfort.

"Kya hua?" she said placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Oh Gunjan!!" Samrat sighed with relief as he saw her, "Kuch nahi yaar. Wo mom dad abtak aaye nahi."

"Ohho aajayenge. Dont worry.."And she turned to leave as he held her hand.

"Please ruko na. Muze bada ajeeb lag raha hain logon ko yun greet karne me. Jab bhi yaha parties hoti hain, ye kaam generally mom-dad karte hain."

"Accha? Aur tum kya karte ho?" Gunjan asked him ironically.

"Main? Main party karta hu chashmish..!" samrat said with a grin.

"To aaj mat karo. And let me go, muze aur bhi kaam hain." And she was about to leave , jut then benji came in.

"Hey guys!! Wats up?" benji said enthusiastically.

"Hi benji! " samrat and gunjan said in unison.

"Hey gunjan! Looking great today. Kispe bijli girani hian?" Benji asked looking at gunjan from head to toe, and she felt a little shy at his comments. Samrat also looked at her , and realized that he hadn't looked at her carefully before, maybe because his nervousness.

But now, as he looked at her, he too agreed that she looked stunning in her royal blue salwar, which had silver beads all over. She had accessorized it with matching danglers, and the color contrasted with her ivory complexion very well. She looked heavenly..

"Sam!! Sam' " Benji's voice brought him back on earth.

"Haan bol.." he said nervously.

"Kaha kho gaya tha'?" Benji asked.

"Kahi nahi dude.." Samrat shrugged.

"Achha, ye diya kaha reh gayi yaaar?" Benji scanned the crowd for diya.

"Arey dude, maine to use invite hi nahi kiya.." Samrat said and gunjan controlled her laughter.

"Kya.. tune? Arey.. karna chahiye tha na'" Benji was almost heartbroken at the fact that Diya was not coming to the party.

"Hey guys!!" Benji turned around, to find Diya, walking towards them. He sighed with relief, and realizing that samrat was playing around with him, he smacked Samrat.

"Hi Diya, how are you?" Said gunjan.

"I am fine dear, and you are looking awesome.." Diya complemented her.

Benji was about to say something when Gunjan interrupted him, "Hey samrat, ab tumhe benji ki company hain. To ab ham chalet hain, tum log sambhal lena.. ok?" She said this and took diya with her.

"Arey yaar, main abhi kuch bola bhi nahi tha usse.. aur ye Gunjan use le gayi.. these girls!!" Benji said with disappointment.

"I know! Chal, Kam kar le'" said samrat while watching benji's small face.

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"Hello, Rajat uncle..? kahan hain aap?"Suhani said , her voice was slightly agitated.

"Bas , aa hi rahe hain." Rajat. Whispered from the other side of the line.

"Itni der kaha laga di aapne?"

"Arey ham aadhe ghante pehle hi pahuch jaate. Magar tumhare Dad ko beech me hi icecream khane ka man kiya, to rukna pada. Main kuch keh bhi nahi saka. Subah se unhe keh raha tha, jaldi kya hain, aaram se celebrate karenge, aur ab jaldi karta to unhe shak ho jata na..?"

"Accha accha, thik hain. Aap kaha hain abhi." Suhani asked.

"Main bas enter karne hi wala hu aur tumhare mom dad mere 10 feet piche hain. Waise sab set hain na?" He said as he entered the hall.

"Haan baba sab set hain. Accha thik hain main ab lights off kar deti hu." She cut the phone and instructed samrat to turn off the lights.

When Jatin and shilpa reached there, the hall was completely dark, there was no sign of movement.

"Ye lights ko kya hua?" Jatin said and shilpa held his hand for support.

"Shilpa, itne saal ho gaye shaadi ko, par firbhi, ab bhi andhere se dark e jab bhi tum mera haath pakadti ho naa' to aisa lagta hain ke'"

And just then lights came, and everyone in the hall shouted, "Kaisa lagta hain'?"

Jatin and shilpa stood there, surprised and embarrassed. They glanced around them and found their little angels, suhani and samrat, smiling at them. Shilpa called them and they ran to hug their parents.

"Happy anniversary mom, happy anniversary dad!!" samrat and suhani greeted them.

"Thank you beta..We are so surprised.. love you my angels.." Jatin said hugging them. Shilpa was so overwhelmed by everything that words left her mouth. Tears of joy flowed from her eyes as she looked at her kids with love.

"Happy anniversary Uncle, happy anniversary Aunty!!" Gunjan came there and greeted them.

"Thank you beta. To tum bhi shamil thi in sab me?" Jatin asked curiously.

"Haan. Aur main bhi.. Par tumne bataya nahi ke jab bhabhi aaj bhi haath pakadti hain to tuze kaisa lagta hian?" Rajat joined them.

"Tuze to main baad me dekh lunga. Tu bhi shamil tha na in sab main?" Jatin asked playfully and hugged Rajat as he wished them.

Samrat escaped from there as the teasing session between those two men started, and went to the stage.

"Hello, everybody." The voice immediately sought everyone's attention. Samrat was standing on the stage , holding a mike, Smiling.

"Today's a very special day for two very special people in my life. Mom and Dad. Today's their .. umm.. suhani..?" he leaned towards her as suhani corrected him, and continued, "so , today's their 30^th anniversary and still as we saw sometime back, that their chemistry still works.." many people laughed at this point and samrat paused, joining them, "So , I wish a very happy anniversary to mom-dad. Hey guys, we love you..!" and he threw a kiss at them. Jatin caught the kiss and shilpa just blushed.

"Pagal hain ye.." she said with a smile.

"And now, may I take the pleasure to present before you, a great artist, who'll show her skills to all of us." As samrat continued, everyone looked at him with curiosity, suhani, with a smile and gunjan with confusion.

"Artist.. who? Sab arrange karte waqt ye to discuss nahi kiya tha.." she said to suhani.

"Shhh.. listen to him.." Suhani made a serious face and looked at samrat.

"This artist is a fresh talent. This is the first time she'll perform publically. So I request Miss Gunjan bhushan to come on stage, please give her a big hand.." As samrat said this , gunjan shook her head with disbelief.

"No.. no.. I cant.." she said to samrat who came down from the stage to her.

"Of course you can , chashmish. Tumhe karna hi hoga." Samrat insisted. Gunjan's nervousness grew as she saw two boys placing her keyboard on stage.

"Arey par muze kuch yaad nahi aa raha."She said hesitatingly.

"Stage pe jao, kuch na kuch jaroor yaad aa jayega." Samrat said with a smile and took gunjan's hand into his. He took her on the stage and gave the mike, and came down. Gunjan looked at her audience, they were watching her with curiosity. Her eyes soon found her dad smiling at her, she smiled back, took a deep breathe, closed her eyes and remembered her mother. Her heart was filled by the tune her mother loved the most, and she started playing the song.

(Note:- Those who don't know the song, please listen to the youtube video)

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlfPY8lzwMk&feature=related [/YOUTUBE]

Silence took over the hall as Gunjan's finger started dancing on the keys. Everyone was mesmerized as she started singing.

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

[ Gunjan almost had tears as she sang these lines, occasionally looking at her dad. Suhani looked at her mom and hugged her while, her mom caressed her. Samrat walked to his mom and hugged her.]

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.

[a smile played on her lips as she sang these lines dreamily, maybe thinking about her dream man. Just like her mother got her father.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

As gunjan played the ending notes, the hall was filled with applaud. Gunjan smiled with moist eyes and looked at her dad. Rajat had tears in his eyes, he missed his wife so much. This was her favorite song and she used to sing this when gunjan was very small, to make her sleep. This was gunjan's favorite too.

She came down from the stage and ran into her fathers arms, who kissed her forehead lovingly.

"Magical!!" Gunjan turned around as she heard Samrat's voice. He looked at her like he was watching at the 8^th wonder of the world, "I have no words. It was simply' Magical!!" He said searching for words.

"thank you." Gunjan blushed at his praise.

"By the way, whats the meaning of 'Que sera sera?'", Asked samrat.

"Whatever will be, will be. Jo hona hai, wo hoga!" Gunjan explained and soon was surrounded by people who were praising her.

Samrat thought about the line' whatever will be.. will be!.. He looked at Gunjan, and at the same moment , she also looked at him. They exchanged smile.

"Que.. sera .. sera.." Suhani's voice broke his eye contact with Gunjan.

"Hey sue, nice line na? Que sera sera.." Samrat asked her enthusiastically.

"Yeah well, everything related to gunjan is nice for you Charlie.." she said grinning.

"Sue, you started it again.. I'm outta here.." samrat said and walked away..

"are suno toh.. gaya!" suhani smiled at herself, "But I do like the line.. Que sera sera.. jo hona hain wo to hoga hi.. I hope in dono me kuch ho jaye.." she said to herself.

The song kept playing in her mind during rest of the night.

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Part 18 (If falling in love feels like this...)
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It was a perfect normal morning. The sun rose from east, the birds chirped happily, tree's were green and roses were red, Jatin's driver was as usual late, and abdul chacha as usual had a conflict with him about something. Everything seemed normal, but not for everyone. There were two people who were unusually quiet, Gunjan and Samrat.

"Coffee?" Shilpa asked Gunjan who took a bite of her sandwich.

"No aunty, thanks." Gunjan said. Shilpa sensed that something had happened between them. Gunjan and samrat, who used to chatter nonstop on the dining table, were sitting like they don't know each other. She was noticing this from two days. She looked at samrat suspiciously and raised her eyebrow, on which samrat just shrugged. She frowned and he signaled her to go.

Its better to leave it on them only.. Shilpa thought and went towards the kitchen.

"Chashmish, kuch to bolo yaar..", Samrat whispered as soon as shilpa turned her back on them," maaro, gaali do.. do something' but don't remain silent." Samrat waited for her reaction but she simply ignored him.

"Chashmish, I'm sorry.. 2 din ho gaye hain tumne muzse baat nahi ki.. itna bhi kya gussa..?" Gunjan looked up, and he pleaded her with his eyes. She shook her head and got up.

"Mom, we're leaving for college.." Samrat shouted and followed gunjan, "Hey chashmish, kitni baar sorry kahu yaar? Enough na.."He said as Gunjan stopped and turned around, which was completely unexpected to samrat , who bumped on her.

"Ouch..!" she winced and looked at her foot which was stamped by samrat inadvertently.

"Crap.. Hey , I'm sorry again." He bent down and advanced his hand towards her foot, when she moved back.

"Enough Samrat. Please don't apologize. And stop following me" She said sternly.

"But chashmish, if I won't, then how will you forgive me?" Samrat said making a puppy face.

"That's why I'm saying, don't say sorry.. Because I'm not going to forgive you this time. And don't follow me now." Gunjan said and stormed out of the main gate as samrat watched her exit, wondering what kind of crime he did.

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Gunjan couldn't concentrate in her classes also. All the time she kept thinking about the record and Samrat's apology.

Don't be so hard on him Gunjan, it was just an accident.. her mind scolded her.

But he is so careless! I really hate him for this' She argued with her mind..

But he didn't knew how important it was for you..

So what, he should've been careful about everything. Its high time he realizes this.. I wont forgive him so easily.. She finally ended her inner battle.

When she came out of the college, she found Samrat on the main gate, sitting on his bike waiting for her. He smiled at her cheekily and she frowned. He held his ears and and apologized her. Gunjan softened a bit, but made a plain face. She walked away, only to be stopped by his bike.

"Kya hain?" Gunjan asked angrily.

"Galti ho gayi.. maaf kar do' please.." He again held his ears and looked at her hopefully. He looked cute and it became difficult for gunjan to stay angry and she looked away, folding her hands on her chest.

"Samrat , tumhe kya laga, tum galti karke maafi maang loge, aur log tumhe maaf kar denge?" She said frowning.

"Logonki chodo chasmish. Tum apni baat karo.. Tum muze maaf karogi ya nahi?" Samrat leaned towards her and said cheekily.

"Nahi, tumne wo record nahi, mera dil toda hai!" said gunjan.

"Tum sacchi maaf nahi karogi?"samrat said raising his eyebrow.

"Nahi karungi'!" she said sternly.

"Pakka?" Samrat asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"I'm damn sure I'll not.."

"To chalo.." said samrat and pulled her and made her sit on his bike forcefully, ignoring her protest.

"Samrat ye kya kar rahe ho.." Gunjan said with irritation as he increased the speed.

"Shh' chillana mat! Tumhe kidnap kar raha hu.." Samrat said and laughed devilishly. Gunjan couldn't help but smile at this, and samrat who looked her smile through the rearview mirror, smiled too.

"chashmish, Tum pehli ladki ho jo kidnap honepar bhi has rahi hain." He said and she spanked him.

"Main nahi has rahi." She said forming a frown on her face, "Aur ye mat samazna ke maine tumhe maaf kar diya."

"whatever! At least I made you smile.. that's enough for me." Samrat said and smiled warmly at gunjan thru the rearview mirror.

As the bike turned on some unusual route, gunjan got confused.

"Samrat! Ghar to left side me hain..Ye ham kaha jaa rahe hain?" she asked samrat.

"Chashmish! You are being kidnapped!! Kitne sawaal karogi yaar?" samrat said and raised speed which made her hold him even more tightly.

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"So... Welcome to my den.. Nariman point.." Samrat said as the bike came to a halt.

"your den?" Gunjan asked with confusion.

"Haan. Jab bhi main bahut jyada sad hota hu, ya udaas hota hu, ya fir lonely feel karta hu.. to yaha aata hu.." he said walking towards the dead end. Gunjan was amazed to see the roaring Arabian sea in front of her. The wind was flirting with her dupatta, and because of the high tide, she could feel small droplets of sea on her face as the waves collided on the rocks on the shore. It lifted her mood.

Samrat watched her as she opened her arms , like she wanted to embrace the whole sea..

"Liked it?" he came near her and whispered in her ears.

"Yes..! very much!" she said , her eyes closed.

"Good. But there's something that you'll love.." said samrat.

"What?" Gunjan said opening her eyes and samrat started pulling his tshirt.

"Samrat! What are you doing?" Gunjan shouted..

"Chashmish! Kitni gandi soch hain tumhari!!" Samrat frowned, and a smile formed on his lips as he took out a CD from inside his Tshirt.

"Ye kya hain?" she stared at the CD.

"Tum hi dekh lo.." Samrat handed over it to her. Gunjan looked at the CD cover.

"Samrat?.. cliff Richards?.." her eyes widened.

"Yes. But sorry, I couldn't get the gramophone record." He said apologetically.

She stared at the CD blankly as she felt tears on her cheeks.

"Its ok samrat. Tumhe ye sab karne ki jaroorat nahi thi."She said in a low voice.

"Chashmish..", He took the CD from her hands and looked at it carefully," CD to theek hain, singer bhi wohi hain, aur wo track bhi hain' fir bhi tum ro rahi ho?"

"Tum nahi samjhoge.." she said looking away.

"Batakar to dekho chashmish.. shayad samajh jau'" he said looking at her intently. Gunjan looked at him, she saw worry in his eyes. His chashmish didn't talk to him for 2 days, because of that record. He wanted to know what made that record so important.

"Samrat, Wo record.. wo mere mom ka tha.. It was her only thing I had with me." She said and Samrat knew why she was so mad at him.

"Ch-Chashmish.. I-I'm really sorry.. I really didn't .." he trailed off , not knowing what to say.

"Its ok samrat. I know it was an accident and you would not do any such thing on purpose. But.. But that just don't help'" her voice broke as she said this which made him feel even guiltier.

Why did I touch that record at the first place?- he thought cursing inwardly.

"I'm really sorry chashmish.. but.. this.." he stumbled on the words as he forwarded the CD towards her. She looked at the CD impassively and he took it back, "I know, I know.. this will also not help."

Gunjan looked at him, guilt was written everywhere on his face.

"No, that might help.." she said to lessen his guilt as he looked up in her eyes wistfully. He handed over the CD to her as she gave him a weak smile.

"I'm sorry chashmish. I'm really bad at all this emotional stuff. I keep hurting people. I'm a bad person." He said looking away from her.

"No samrat. You are a very good person. Tumhara dil bahut bada hain. Tum sabka itna khayal rakhte ho.. sabke bareme itna sochte ho.." Gunjan kept her hand on his and assured him. Samrat looked at her eyes, as if he wanted to check if she really meant what she had said.

"Nahi , tum nahi jaanti.. Sue bhi mere wajah se hurt hui hain.." He stopped in between as if to avoid the topic, and turned his gaze away. Gunjan wondered whether to ask him or not.

"Samrat I wanted to ask you about.." She said after some awkward moments of silence, but trailed off, unsure of his reaction.

"About Adhiraj and Suhani right?" Samrat caught the right nerve,"There's nothing Chashmish.. no problem.. except.."

"Except?" she looked at him questioningly.

"Except they themselves. They went to same college, fell in love and decided to marry. They were mad for each other. But Adhiraj's Mom didn't approve this marriage. Apparently she didn't want her son to marry a rich, spoilt city-girl who doesn't have any morals and who cannot handle a joint family. That time she created much ado about the whole thing. And you know Mom-Dad. They couldn't handle this. They've brought up us in an environment where they gave us freedom but at the same time they made sure that we are not spoilt. They have taught us how to fly, and at the same time how to keep your feet grounded. And Adhiraj's mother had questioned their upbringing. They knew their daughter didn't lack morality. Initially, they were not so happy about this alliance; but slowly everyone bent before Suhani and adhiraj's wish. But I know they still regret about this." Samrat sighed and looked at Gunjan.

"Why do you think so?" asked gunjan.

"Because they can see that Suhani is not happy. And Adhiraj is also not happy. Well no one is happy about this."

"But why? They finally got married. Where's the problem now?" Gunjan was even more confused now.

"Well, they were living in a dream earlier. They thought life will be easy after marriage. Everyone will accept them. But Adhiraj's mom didn't. And Mom-Dad tried, but Adhiraj kept a distance between him and our family. Suhani's heart is torn between Him and us, chashmish.. But she doesn't speak to him about that. I hate that man.", Samrat sighed and fell silent, staring at the sky.

"But they love each other Samrat. And I think you should accept him as your Brother in law." Gunjan tried, "Atleast for your.."

"Chashmish.. lets drop it." Samrat said dryly.

"Ok. Leave it.." Gunjan gave up.

They sat there for a long time, staring at the sea without speaking a single word. Gunjan knew Samrat needed some space and she kept quiet and Samrat appreciated her understanding nature. But still they communicated a lot, they had broken all the barriers of languages as, now, silence could speak for them.

The sun was about to set and waves began to loose their aggression as the tide changed. Samrat looked at the west admiringly, the sky looked so beautiful.

"I think we should leave now. Its getting dark.." Gunjan broke the silence and got up when samrat grabbed her wrist.

"Not now.. " he made her sit again and looked into her eyes," Chashmish, tum muzse naraaj nahi ho na?"

Gunjan could feel how regretful he was.

"Nahi samrat. Main naraaj nahi hu." She said honestly, she wasn't angry at him anymore.

"Muze agar pata hota to main use haath bhi nahi lagata.." he sighed.

"Samrat!" she smiled at him, "Ab chodo bhi.. Main sach me naraaj nahi hu.. aur tum bhi aise sad face mat banao.."

Samrat felt relaxed and they smiled at each other.

"Waise.. w- wo record.. bahut special tha kya?" He asked with hesitation.

"Haan.. It was special.." She smiled at herself," My dad sang that song for my mom infront of the whole college. And that is when she accepted his proposal."

"Haahaa' So filmy!!" Samrat laughed, but controlled himself as gunjan gave him a cold stare,"I mean.. I cant imagine ke Rajat uncle aisa bhi kuch kar sakte hain.."

"Kyu nahi kar sakte? Pyar me koi bhi kuch bhi kar sakta hain.." Gunjan said and samrat chuckled, "haso mat.. tumhe jab pyar hoga tab dekhna.."

"No way!! I don't want to do all this crap.." Samrat said shaking his head negatively.

"Love is not crap!! It's a wonderful feeling. It's just so beautiful" Gunjan said dreamily.

"Oh really' it seems you know how it feels to be in love.. have you loved someone..?" he asked teasingly.

"Oh yes.. I'm in love with love.." Gunjan replied.

"Accha.. ? so how does it feels to be in love?" samrat said with a grin.

"umm.. it feels great.. like it feels when the raindrops of first rain fall on your head or when you listen to your favorite love song' or when you eat your favorite chocolate.. and it melts in your mouth'"

"Chashmish.. that's so silly..!" Samrat protested, and gunjan looked at him angrily, "Ye bhi koi feeling hain..?"

"Ok try this." Gunjan was not ready to let go him."Socho, ke koi hain.. jise tumhari chinta ho, jiske baareme soch kar tumhe accha lagta hain.. jo tumhe udaas nahi dekh sakta.. tumhare chehre par ek smile lane ke liye wo kuch bhi kar sakta hain.. jo hamesha tumhe protect kare.. aise kisike milne par jo lagta hain.. wo pyar hain" she said dreamily as samrat stared at her with plain face. Gunjan got confused, "Kya hua.. aise kyun dekh rahe ho?"

"kisi aise aadmi ke bare me sochne ke liye keh rahi ho jo muze protect kare.. tum mere baareme baat kar rahi thi ya apne?" Samrat complained as gunjan laughed at him.

"Main to mere bare me hi baat karungi naa samrat! Tumhe apni feelings khud hi samazni hongi'" she said through her laughter.

"Wo to main samaz lunga.. magar tumhe kya lagta hain, ye jo lambi list banayi hain tumne, aisa koi tumhe milega?" He said grinning.

"Kyu nahi milega? Jaroor milega.." she said with confidence.

"Ek baar fir se sochlo chashmish," Samrat said teasingly, "tumhari is list ke bare me.. isme se koi ek kaam bhi aajtak kisine kiya hain?"

"Haan..umm.. nai.. pata nahi" Gunjan stammered and samrat smiled looking at her confused face.

"Lagta hain tumhe apni list choti karni padegi.." he said with a smile and started moving towards the bike as Gunjan stood still there , thinking about her list...

Ek baar fir se sochlo chashmish' tumhari is list ke bare me.. isme se koi ek kaam bhi aajtak kisine kiya hain?"

She closed her eyes and thought about that..

Socho, ke koi hain.. jise tumhari chinta ho..

She remembered the Kart race and the worried Samrat..

"Tum bilkul pagal ho.Kya jaroorat thi speed badhane ki?"

Yes, he cared for her a lot!!

Jiske baareme soch kar tumhe accha lagta hain..

She thought about the heart shaped locket he gave her..

"Dad! Don't worry. Yaha bhi koi hain jo muze 'Princess treatment' deta hain, bilkul aap hi ki tarah!"

A smile formed on her lips..

Jo tumhe udaas nahi dekh sakta..

She remembered how he had cheered her up when her dad went to Jamnagar..

"Bas , itni see baat? Chalo yaar.. cheer up.. ham sab hain na?"

And then today morning he 'kidnapped' her and brought her here.. just to lift her mood.

Tumhare chehre par ek smile lane ke liye wo kuch bhi kar sakta hain..

She thought about the surprise he and suhani gave to her , by inviting her dad to Mumbai secretly.

"Aur wo khushi wo excitement jo tumare sweet se chehre par aaj aayi, wo kaise aati?"

Jo hamesha tumhe protect kare..

"kyoki tum meri best friend ho, main tumhari jaan aur dil, donoko kuuuuch nahi hone dunga."

He had said it jokingly, but she knew he meant it..

tumhe kya lagta hain, ye jo lambi list banayi hain tumne, aisa koi tumhe milega.. his voice echoed in her mind.

It was him!! It was always him' how could she miss it!! And suddenly she was much relaxed, and happy.. She had dreamt of the special someone for years.. She had thought about the feeling of love many times earlier. But now she realized that the feeling was very different than what she thought. It didn't feel like the raindrops, or any love song, or her favorite chocolate.. It was different, and beautiful' It was better than anything in the world'

"Muze lagta nahi hain.. Muze wo mil gaya hain Samrat..!" She said to herself as she looked at him, now from a different viewpoint. she walked upto him in trance, as if she was hypnotized, and sat on the bike behind him.

After that she couldn't hear the honking horns, she couldn't see the people around her, she couldn't feel the existence of the crowd around them, she didn't snort about the traffic, she didn't complain about the pollution in the air. Everything seemed different that day.. Sweet, serene, beautiful.. Her world had changed as Samrat entered in her world..

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Hey guys,

Here i am with a longer update.

I hope u'll like it. and i've done a small experiment in this FF. plz press like button if u like it.

Part 13- Beginning of a change.

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Gunjan was having a hard time focusing her mind on the tracks. She was uncomfortable handling the steering wheel. To add into that, she was afraid of speeding of the kart. Every time she had to speed up, she would look down and then press the accelerator.

God!! Kya kaha tha CJ ne?

"Green is accelerator, Red is brake. And stop shivering Gunjan. Focus." CJ's words echoed in her mind.

"Its easy, Its very easy"'. She took a deep breathe and increased the speed, "Jaldi kar gunjan, you are lagging." She scolded herself.

Samrat was just a few meters ahead of her. He was making sure gunjan is driving properly. He felt like he's driving a bullock cart today. He smiled at this thought. Suddenly Gunjan increased her speed and overtook him. As her Kart crossed his, he could see her face for a split second. She was nervous and scared, which added to his worry. He increased his speed and came parallel to her Kart.

"Gunjan' Gunjan'stop" samrat screamed.

She stopped her kart , "Kya hain samrat? Please. Let me drive, u are diverting my attention." She said frowning.

"Itni bhi tez jaaneki jaroorat nahi hain, dheere dheere chalo. Koi jaldi nahi hain." he said calmly.

"Aur slowly chalate chalate haar jau. Haina? Muze jeetna hain , samze? Tumhe slowly drive karna hain to chalao. Muze kaise drive karna hain, wo main dekh lungi."

"Par main tumhare hi bhale ke liye .."

"Thanks samrat, mere liye sochne ke liye." Gunjan said sarcastically,"But let me do what I am doing properly."

Samrat frowned.

"Jo karna hain karo. Samzane se to tum sunogi nahi. Bas theek se ye lap complete karo, jeetne ke baareme baad me sochna." He said and vroomed his kart.

Gunjan gaped at the direction he disappered. It took half a minute for her to realize that she was lagging. She increased her speed.

Its better now. I think I should increase it a bit more. ' she thought as she again pressed the accelerator.

As her kart ran faster she noticed a sharp turn ahead. Just then her Steering refused to listen her. She tried to move it , but it jammed. Her kart was going closer to the turn and she desparatly tried to move it. This time it moved!! But more than what needed. Gunjan knew she'd crash anytime soon and closed her eyes tightly. As a last attempt to save herself, she pressed her foot hard on the poor thing which she thought is brake.

*Thud* ' the guard standing near to the place came running. He saw gunjan's kart which had collided with the boundary of the track.

"Are you ok, MA'm?" he asked with concern and picked up her helmet which fell on earth, "Jyada lagi to nahi na?"

Only then she realized that she had pressed the green thing instead of the red one.

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Samrat was waiting for gunjan at the finish line.

"Ab tak nahi aayi' kuch hua to nahi '? Nahi nahi . wo safe hogi." He prayed for her safety as her nervous face flashed in front of his eyes.

He removed his helmet while getting out from the kart. Suddenly he saw gunjan's kart coming towards him.

'Thank god!' He sighed with relief and looked up to sky, a smile formed on his lips. But that smile didn't last long when his eyes caught the sight of her kart, which had a dent on the front.

"Kya hua Gunjan?", He asked her as soon as she stopped the kart besides his kart.

"Wohi jo tum chahte the." She said curtly and removed her helmet, "Main haar gayi. Aur tum jeet gaye."

"Wo nahi. Tumhare kart ko kya hua.", Samrat asked ignoring her tone.

She chose to remain silent and winced as she rubbed her neck.

"Hey whats that?" Samrat widened his eyes as he saw a bruise on her neck.

"Kuch nahi." Gunjan quickly covered it with her hand.

"Kya kuch nahi?" Samrat moved closer to her, and pulled her hand off her neck.

"Kuch nahi samrat. Bas thoda.." Gunjan said tried to free her hand from his grip, but he cut her off and tightened it instead.

"Thoda nahi bahut laga hain, Gunjan!", he said studying the bruise and touched it softly.

"Ouchh."Gunjan winced at the ginger touch.

"I'm sorry. Bahut dard ho raha hain kya?" Samrat asked as gunjan looked in his eyes. He looked genuinely worried. She just nodded in answer to his query.

"I'll go n get first aid for you." He started moving when gunjan caught his hand.

"No need of first aid samrat." She said with her eyes downcast, "I' umm.. There was a turn ahead and I was in full speed. I couldn't control the kart. I got nervous and pressed accelerator instead of brake and I dashed it onto the boundry. Ye seat belt ka nishan 'us jerk ki wajah se'" And she paused for a second," I.. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."

"Tum bilkul pagal ho." Samrat looked at her with disbelief, "Kya jaroorat thi speed badhane ki?"

"Agar speed nahi badhati to haar jati na." she said innocently. Samrat stared at her face, amused by her reply.

"To ab kaun si jeet gayi ho?" He said and gunjan frowned. Samrat looked at her small face and smiled amusingly.

"Tumhare liye jeetna itna important hain ?" samrat asked looking into her eyes.

"Haan. Main kabhi kisi competition me haari nahi hu samrat." She sounded really hurt, which made samrat chuckle. Gunjan gave him a cold stare.

"Sorry!" Samrat said controlling his laughter ," Par shayad tumhe mere jaisa pehle koi mila hi nahi hoga."

Gunjan rolled her eyes on his self-praising attitude and he laughed again.

"Don't laugh again, you'" gunjan huffed.

"Gunjan'" He shut her mouth by placing a finger on her lips, " Ek baat dhyan se suno. Ye haar ' jeet, ye sab chalta rehta hain yaar. Tumne bhi to muze haraya tha na? yaad hain hamari chess competition? Aur ek baat'. Koi bhi cheez jeetne ke liye kabhi mat karna. Life me job hi karo, apni khushi ke liye karo. Dil se karo'"

As Samrat said all this gunjan kept looking at his face. He was sounding so mature, so genuine. Gunjan had a hard time believing that this was the same guy who was fuming when she called him 'Pervert', this was the same guy who got irritated everytime gunjan laughed at him, this was the guy who wrote that silly poem about principal. This was a different Samrat, and definitely a better one. A smile formed on her face as the thought crossed her mind.

"Gunjan, kaha kho gayi?" samrat waved a hand infront of her.

"Umm.. Kuch kaha?" Gunjan said breaking her chain of thoughts.

"Kaha to bahut kuch. Par pata nahi tumne kya kya suna. Kya soch rahi thi?"

Gunjan smiled sheepishly.

"Soch rahi thi ke kya ye wohi samrat hain jisse main airport par milte hi jhagda kar baithi thi."

"Haan. Ye wohi samrat hain." He said with a smile, " sorry gunjan. Maine tumhe pichle kuch dino me bahut tang kiya."

"Par maine bhi to tumhe pervert kaha tha."

"Fir maine bhi to tumhe benji ke saath milke daraya."

"Its ok. But I'm really sorry maine tumhe driver ki tarah treat kiya."

"Arey its nothing compared to that letter wala prank. Hey I'm really sorry about that." Samrat said with a puppy face and as Gunjan was about to say something when he continued,"Aur isike saath 'World's Sorry Day' khatam hua."

And they both laughed heartily.

"Gunjan'" Samrat said softly, "Hamare beech abtak job hi hua, wo to ham badal nahi sakte. But I promise, ab iske baad main kuch gadbad hone nahi dunga. Ab sabkuch ekdum theek hoga. Friends?" And he extended his hand for a shake hand.

Gunjan looked in his eyes. They were so innocent. She knew this was a friend who'll be there forever for her.

"Friends'. Forever!" she smiled broadly and gave her hand in his.

"Waise imagine karo, ki agar ham mile, waise na mile hote toh'hamare beech ye jhagde nahi hote." samrat said suddenly.

"Matlab?" gunjan asked with confused looks.

"Arey, matlab, socho ke agar ham kuch alag tareeke se mile hote' Agar main us din subah jaldi uth jaata' agar main time par ghar se nikalta, agar traffic jam nahi hota' toh'. Socho kya hota'"

"Kya hota'?" gunjan asked narrowing her eyes.

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[song sequence- Samrat's imagination]

(Note:- Please turn on the song to enjoy the update fully: [YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwlZhPZf3m0 [/YOUTUBE])

Jaise ghadi ki girah se, (Samrat looks at his watch and smiles)
Waqt kahi pe gira ho, (He enters the terminal building with signboard of 'Ms Gunjan')
Jaise roshni subah se, (Gunjan comes and looks for her name's signboard)
Ho jaye judaa (she spots samrat and smiles)
Jaise gaane aur nazam se, (She starts walking towards him)
Sur koi chura le, (And misses the 'wet floor' sign)
Waise aadha adhura, (samrat spots the 'wet floor' sign and runs towards gunjan)
Main hoon tere bina (He catches gunjan as she slips from the wet floor)

Jab mila tu ru turu tu ru turu tu' (Gunjan is in Samrat's arms)
Oh o o o ooo
Na thi kami na justuju ru turu tu.. (They have an eyelock)
Oh o o o ooo
Aur aadhe aadhe pal hue phir poore yun ( They smile at each other)
Oh o o o ooo
Jab mila tu ru turu tu ru turu tu' (Gunjan frees herself from his hold and they walk outside the terminal.)
Oh o o o ooo

[Reality : Scene shifts to college.]

Samrat and gunjan are in Principal's office.

Samrat: "Sir' umm.. wo letter actually maine likha tha. I'm very sorry about that. Aap please Gunjan ke khilaaf koi action mat lena."

Principal :"Oh' to basketball ke alawa tum itna accha caricature bhi kar lete ho. Samrat, My boy! I'm proud of you."

Samrat Smiles and gunjan widens her eyes at His reaction. They come out of principal's office.

Gunjan: "Samrat, My boy? You're great! (samrat raises his collar and they both laugh)

[Scene : Its night. SG are on bike]

Khali jo raat ho (Samrat speeds up the bike and gunjan shuts her eyes)
Mein khwab chand taro se (he looks at a scared gunjan thru rearview mirror)
Woh poori bhar doon
Teri jo baat ho (He slows down the bike)
Mein bin kahe hi (gunjan opens her eyes and looks at him)
Aadhe pauni poori kar doon (he gives her understanding look thru mirror)
Jo aadha se hum hain ( he signals her to keep her hand on his shoulder)
Woh poore ho tumse
Na jane yeh sauda bhi kab tai hua (she hesitantly keeps her hand on his shoulder)
Adhoore se kisse barabar ke hisse (They look at each other thru mirror and smile)
Tu dil toh mein dua

Jab mila tu ru turu tu ru turu tu' (samrat drives in zigzag patterns)
Oh o o o ooo
Na thi kami na justuju ru turu tu.. (gunjan hits him on shoulder and tells him to keep straight)

Oh o o o ooo
Aur aadhe aadhe pal hue phir poore yun (samrat keeps his hands in air for a second and then holds the handle again to tease gunjan)
Oh o o o ooo
Jab mila tu ru turu tu ru turu tu' (they both laugh)
Oh o o o ooo

[Scene- college. Gunjan is sitting on a bench near BB court, talking to her dad on mobile.]

Gunjan- "Ohho Dad, aap meri chinta bilkul mat kijiye."

Dad- "Kaise nahi karu beta. Tum waha theek ho ya nahi ye baat muze kitna satati hain."

(She looks at samrat whose playing basketball.)

Gunjan- "Dad! Don't worry. Yaha bhi koi hain jo muze 'Princess treatment' deta hain, bilkul aap hi ki tarah!"

(samrat looks at her and winks. She returns a smile. She completes her conversation with her father and gets up to leave.)

Gar tu jo khoi ho (suddenly samrat appers in front of her and sings)
Toh gumshuda yeh zindagi basar kar doon
Manzil jo soyi ho (he sings these lines while taking her hands in his and keeps a box in her hand)
Toh khwab saare tere hi nazar kar doon

Tu aadhe se dil ko, jo layegi bhi toh (She opens the box and finds a locket with a broken heart and 'friends forever' is written on it. )
Main sau khwaishon se hi bhar doonga woh (she looks at him confused and he smiles)
Kare na yakeen toh, abhi ke abi tu (he separates the heart in two part. On one 'friends' is written and another has 'forever' on it)
Toh aake aazma

Jab mila tu ru turu tu ru turu tu' (he gives one part to her and she smiles)
Oh o o o ooo
Na thi kami na justuju ru turu tu.. (Keeps another in his pocket.)
Oh o o o ooo
Aur aadhe aadhe pal hue phir poore yun (He raises his eyebrow in a 'Hows it?' like look to which she replies with a nod and smile)
Oh o o o ooo
Jab mila tu ru turu tu ru turu tu'
Oh o o o ooo

[Scene: Shergill mansion. Samrat is sleeping in his bed.]

Jaise ghadi ki girah se, ( gunjan comes to his side and tinkles his ears)
Waqt kahi pe gira ho,
Jaise roshni subah se, (she opens the window and sun rays fall on his face)
Ho jaye judaa
Jaise gaane aur nazam se, ( She is about to pour water on his head)
Sur koi chura le,
Waise aadha adhura, (and he catches her hand and gets up from bed)
Main hoon tere bina

Jab mila tu ru turu tu ru turu tu' (He runs behind gunjan all over the house)
Na thi kami na justuju ru turu tu.. (She hides behind his mom and dodges him)
Aur aadhe aadhe pal hue phir poore yun (He catches her finally.)
Jab mila tu ru turu tu ru turu tu' (they both laugh.)
Jab mila tu'

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so did u like the song? plz comment.😳

Hi all,😃

How are you?

Well I hope you are fine, even after watching the psycho lover track. Well I was not at all fine with dat. But kya kare... Duniya meri hisab se nahi ghumti. Anyways, here's the next part of my FF.😛 I am very nervous while posting this, mainly because the beautiful comments you ppl posted. I have raised your expectations, and I'm trying to keep you satisfied. And that is why your comments are precious to me.

The bike came to halt in front of Shergill mansion and Gunjan sighed.

"Samrat, tum ekdum pagal ho.. kitna tez chalate ho.." Gunjan said with fake anger while samrat stood there watching her face with a grin.

"Chashmish! Yar tum darti bahut ho. Its more than 1 month now, ham har roz isi bike pe college jaate hain. Abtak to aadat honi chahiye na. Aur waise bhi sirf 60 ki hi to speed thi." He said as they walked in.

"sirf 60? Ek din tum pakka meri jaan le loge.." her expressions made his grin wider.

"Relax chashmish! Samrat dil leta hain, jaan nahi." He said leaning towards her, "but don't worry! kyoki tum meri best friend ho, main tumhari jaan aur dil, donoko kuuuuch nahi hone dunga." And he winked at her.

"Accha? Dekhenge.." Gunjan said playfully as they entered the hall.

"dikha denge..." Samrat replied and was going to add something more when he heard a familier voice.

"Agar tum logon ka dekhna dikhana ho gaya ho to jara idhar bhi dekh lo.." He turned and was shocked to find..

"Suhani? Tum kab aayi?" Samrat gaped at suhani who was sitting comfortably on sofa.

"Hey, ur gunjan, right? How ru?" Suhani ignored his question and turned to gunjan.

"Main to thik hu. Tum kaisi ho? Aur kya baat hain, surprise visit , haan?" Gunjan replied back.

"Haan. But it's a pleasant surprise." He smiled sitting on the sofa and hugged suhani.

"Don't talk to me! Agar tumhe mere liye jara bhi time hota na to ye surprise nahi hota" Suhani said with disappointment breaking the hug and sat on sofa. Samrat was surprised by her reaction.

" Sue, u know na, main tumhare liye hamesha time nikal leta hu. Fir aise kyu keh rahi ho?" He said sitting besides her.

"Fir jab maine call kiya tha , tumne muze call back kyu nahi kiya?" Suhani fired a question and continued, "Ye mat kehna ke message nahi mila. I trust Gunjan!" Suhani said firmly and took a glance at gunjan. Till now Gunjan was looking at these siblings with amusement. She was enjoying their cute conversation, and suddenly Suhani dragged her in. She looked bewildered, and suhani laughed watching her face.

"Haan. Maine bataya tha use." Gunjan spoke hurriedly,"Samrat! Maine bataya to tha tumhe.."

Suhani was amused by the expressions on their faces, but she suppressed her laughter and made a plain face.

"Oh... haan!" Samrat recollected his conversation with gunjan one month back, "Sorry. Bhul gaya." He shrugged and made a puppy face.

" Thank god u remembered. Ab batao. Call kyu nahi kiya?" suhani enquired keeping her hands on her waist.

"Kaha na sorry. Bhul gaya. Aur tab main bahut tension me tha.." he said looking at gunjan, " tum batao. Kab aayi?" Samrat asked with a smile.

"Jab ghar pe koi bhi nahi tha."suhani said in a low tone,"Pata hain main jab ghar aayi, to abdul chacha welcomed me."

"Kyu? Mom kaha hain?" Samrat said worriedly.

"wo hospital gayi hain.", suhani said and watched worry on samrat's face,"don't worry, kuch routine checkup hoga. Abdul chacha bata rahe the." She added quickly.

"Oh, Ok. Par mom ko bhi pata nahi kya ke tum aa rahi ho?" Samrat asked with surprice.

"No. Its actually a surprise ment for them. Tumhe to main batane wali thi. Par tumhe muze call karne ke liye time kaha hain? " She frowned and continued as Samrat opened his mouth to defend,"Aur agar tum bhule nahin ho, to mom dad ki anniversary aa rahi hain, day after tomorrow." Samrat hit his head as he realized it.

"Oh yes! How can I forget. So ye hain unka surprise?" he smiled at suhani and she nodded.

"Hmmm. Tumhe aajkal kuch yaad hi kaha rehta hain. Kyu Charlie? Dhyan kaha hain aajkal?" Suhani said this looking at Gunjan. Gunjan smiled uncomfortably while samrat frowned at her comment.

"Sue! Don't call me that.." He huffed in a low tone.

"Don't call you what Charlie?" suhani said a little loudly, and took a glance at Gunjan, who was busy fighting with her smile.

" Sue, fir mat kehna maine warning nahi di.." samrat threatened her. She was enjoying every expression on her irritated brother's face. She liked to tease him a lot.

"Oh god... main dar gayi!" she mocked fear, and burst into chuckle," Charlie, do you think I'll give up calling you 'Charlieee'?" she emphasized the last word and gunjan chucked. Samrat looked at her and shook his head.

"Suhani ki bacchi! Tu to gayi.." as he said this, suhani started moving away from him in anticipation.

"Charlie, nahi.." she screamed as he ran behind her.

Suhani ran towards garden and samrat followed her. He stopped near the door and looked at gunjan.

"tumhe to main baad me dekh lunga." And he ran behind Suhani.

"Dekh lena.." Gunjan shouted smiling even more, unsure if he heard her or not.

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The two siblings played the 'tom n jerry' chase for a while before sitting on the bench, panting and laughing.

"Huh... bahut dino baad itna maza aaya na, Charlie?" suhani said after taking a deep breathe.

"Haan.." samrat said with smile, but his smile vanished as her last word caught his attention. He frowned. "Hey, you again said that! Atleast Gunjan ke samne toh."

"Arey yar! Itna tension kyu leta hain. Use already pata hain" Suhani said in a matter of fact tone.

"what ? use kaise..? kisne? Sue...?"

"Relax! Maine jab last time yaha call kiya tha, tab usse hi baat hui thi. Tab use pata chal gaya tha." Suhani said and saw samrat narrowing his eyes,"Accidentally" she quickly added and made an apologetic face.

"Kamal hain.." smile formed on his lips,"Use main itna chidhata hu. Chashmish bulata hu. But she never teased me, she had a nice chance.. She didn't even mentioned that she knows it."

"Haan. Kyuki wo good girl hain. Mere jaisi." Samrat rolled his eyes at her statement, but she just ignored it," waise tuze kyu itna bura lag raha tha jab maine uske samne tuze Charlie bulaya? Is there something I don't know?" she poked him playfully.

"aisi koi baat nahi hain. Bas aisehi..." he said quickly.

"Accha?" Suhani raised her eyebrow.

"Sue!! We are just friends! Aur waise tum akeli aayi ho?" he said changing the topic.

Suhani's expressions changed suddenly. Samrat noticed it.

"Kya baat hain sue? Koi problem?" he asked with concern.

"Nothing re. no problem." She said with plastic smile," actually main akeli nahi aayi hu. Adi bhi hain india me."

"India me matlab? He's not in Mumbai?" samrat frowned.

"Use kuch kaam tha uske Delhi ke head office me." Suhani said nervously," but he'll be back after finishing his work."

Samrat's expressions changed. He smiled ironically.

"Work. To is baar bhi wo hame bina mile hi jayega , right?" He said plainly.

"Samrat, Please don't start again. Tumhe pata hain is topic par hamare thoughts kabhi match nahi honewaale." Suhani said in a low voice. Samrat watched her face.

He was not very fond of Adhiraj, infact, he didn't like him at all. He himself didn't know the exact reason. But they had an argument over this everytime she visited india.

Adhiraj and Suhani studied in same college , same class. They were madly in love with each other and decided to marry just after they finished studying. But Adi's family, who lived in Saharanpur, was not so happy with this marriage. They got married anyways, but Adi's mother never approved Suhani.

"okay!" samrat sighed, "Even I don't like to argue. but don't think that I bought that 'dehli work tour' excuse. Muze pata hain, wo Saharanpur me apne family se hi milne gaya hai. Aur ab uski mom jaroor kuch feed karegi uske dimaag me tumhare against."

"Samrat!! Will u stop it?" said suhani. She was disconcerted. She had called him 'Samrat' and she used this name only when she's really not in good mood. Samrat caught this sign.

"I'm sorry" samrat said after a minute of silence. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and rubbed her back. "I am really sorry Sue, I spoilt your mood." He apologized.

"Its ok." She murmured.

"Well , mood kharab maine kiya hain. To thik bhi main hi karunga." Samrat said with a smile to lift her mood up."what about a movie, animated kid's movie, just like your genre?"

Suhani smiled halfheartedly,"and you'll watch it with me? Its so not like your genre..!"

"I'll watch it for you. I can sacrifice that much." Samrat said sighing dramatically and suhani chuckled.

"I am sure u'll doze off before interval. I don't wanna miss any dialogue between your snores." She said smiling.

"Hey I'm not that bad at it okay!! I watched 3 such movies in last month, without dozing off. You can confirm the fact." He said proudly.

"Dear God!! With whom?", suhani exclaimed, "Aha.. with Gunjan, right? Good improvement, Charlie..."

"Thanks" Samrat nodded with pleasure.

"and you told me you were just friends.." added suhani.

"Now how is it related to me not snoring, huh?" samrat replied on her teasing.

"Well, mere sath aate the, to so jaate the. Gunjan ke sath jaate ho to nahi sote. There must be something which keeps you awake, right?" Suhani said poking his stomach with her elbow.

"Yes there is. But that something is not what you think is. We are just friends." Samrat said firmly.

"Uh-Huh! Keep saying that until I believe it.." suhani laughed.

"But we are friends!!"

"one more time.."

"Sue, you are misinterpreting it!!"

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"there's nothing like that dad!! We are just friends. And don't keep me asking that always." Gunjan shouted on phone.

"Ok. Ok.. why are you getting so hyper. I just asked how much do you like samrat." Rajat voice cracked as he suppressed his smile.

"see, your voice, your tone says it all. You .. you just.. why did you ask me that?" gunjan was pissed off by her dad's teasing.

"Hey princess. Relax. Main to bas isliye pooch raha tha kyuki hamara ek bhi call aisa nahi hota jisme Samrat ka naam nahi aaya ho. Tumhara College, music class, ghar, topic koi bhi ho, Samrat us topic me jaroor hota hain."

"Obviously dad. Wo mere sath mere college me padhta hain, ham ek hi ghar me rehte hain. Ham dono practically poora din ek-dusre ke saath rehte hain."

"Its ok, you needn't explain me that, beta. I was just puling your leg. Anyways, tumhare liye ek surprise hain."

"Kya? " gunjan asked with excitement.

"Surprise hain! Bataunga to surprise kaise rahega?" Rajat said mischievously.

"Ohho dad!! I cant bear suspense. At least hint to dijiye.." she requested with her special sweeter than honey voice.

"Ok. But just one hint. Ok?" Rajat gave in finally.

"Umm.. ok." Gunjan said after thinking for a while.

"You remember you wanted that Yamaha keyboard since a long time..?"

"Of course I remember!! And you said you'll buy me that before my next birthday. But I still don't have one.." Gunjan complained.

"Ya. But your wait is over. You'll get it tomorrow."

"Really dad?" gunjan exclaimed," oh dad you are the best..love you.." she said smilingly.

"Love you too beta. Tum kuch mango, aur main na doo, aisa kabhi ho sakta hain kya?" said rajat.

"Kabhi nahi. Infact aap to kuch jyada hi dete ho." Gunjan said grinning, "maine sirf hint maangi thi aur aapne poora surprise hi bata diya."

And she heard a laugh on the other side.

"Tumhe kya laga, tumhara surprise end hua? Main itna bhi buddhu nahi hu, my princess! There's one more surprise." Rajat said before gunjan could say anything , he continued, "Accha ab main rakhta hu, otherwise you'll not leave me until I tell you this surprise too."

"but dad..!" and she heard a beep. Rajat had disconnected the call.

Ye dad bhi na!! ... she knew now, her dad has given her a tiresome task. She knew she'll keep thinking about the surprise until she gets it..

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The sun was going to set in west by the time shilpa got home. She was looking really tired and distressed. As she entered the hall, she wondered why the lights of the room are off. There was very little light in the room.

"Abdul chacha?.." she called out, but got no response. " Samrat...Gunjan beta" She tried again.. But no reply.

"Kaha gaye sab..." she was about to switch on the lights when she felt two hands covering her eyes from behind. She was taken aback at this at first. 'Kaun hain?"

"Pehchanoo na mom, kaun hain" she heard samrat's voice which was coming from her left side. As she heard him, a smile formed on her lips. She touched the hands which were holding her eyes, and said " tu to ho nahi sakta, ye haath jaara najuk hain." Then she touched the fingers, "Gunjan bhi nahi ho sakti,uske palms bahut chote chote hain. Ye to meri pari hi hogi"

"Mom!! Aapko har baar kaise pata chal jaata hain."suhani said coming in front of her mother. Shilpa took her in her arms and caressed her.

"I am mom, na? Mom ko sab pata hota hain." She kissed suhani's forehead,"Tumhe dekhkar main kitni khush hu.." Shilpa said with moist eyes.

"Haan mom.", suhani said while looking at shilpa carefully,"But main aapko dekhkar khush nahi hu."

"Kya?" shilpa, samrat and gunjan said in unison.

"Haan. I mean, aapko aise dekhkar.", suhani said while walking around shilpa, "u are looking so weak, and so.. pale. You don't take care of yourself!!" suhani pouted.

"Kya kare.. tumhari yaad me aadhi Mumbai patli ho gayi hain sue..!" samrat sighed dramatically and suhani smacked him.

"Arey arey.. tum dono shuru ho gaye..? Gunjan beta, don't mind them. Ye dono aisehi hain." Shilpa told gunjan , who was looking at this family scene from some distance.

"Haan. Par hamari mom bhi kuch kum nahi hain, haina mom?" Suhani said cuddling her mother. Shilpa looked at gunjan, she was looking at them with a smile. But her smile was forced. Shilpa noticed her moist eyes, they were yearning for mothers love.

"Haan , aur gunjan beta, tum kyu waha khadi ho, tum bhi to meri beti ho na. come here. Give me a hug." As shilpa said this gunjan came forward and hugged her with a smile.

Suhani watched them with a smile and eyed samrat. She came besides him and whispered, "Charlie, mom ne to ise beti bana diya yaar!! Now she's our sister."

"Shut up sue!! She not my sister!!" samrat said quickly, slightly agitated.

" Ohho... I got it now.." Suhani poked him," sister nahi hian!! To kya hain?" she said with a grin and samrat realized how quickly he responded suhani's silly joke.

"For god's sake!! How many times you want to hear it? We are just friends!!" He murmured in her ears.

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Part 12 - (Unknown fears)

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"Aaj ham is Raaz se parda uthayenge ke kaise ye dhongi baba uthata hain bhole bhale masoom se logon ki shradhha ka fayda…"

Gunjan rolled her eyes and changed the channel.

"Aakhir kya raaz hain is jheel ke ubalte paani ka….janne ke liye tike rahiye hamare saath.."

She changed it again.

"Agar aapki raashee mesh hain to agle kuch din apke liye bahut bhari…."

Uff.. ye news channels ko hua kya hain…. gunjan sighed and changed the channel once again.

"Kya Ranbeer- Priyanka hain sach much anjaana anjaani. Ya fir kuch aur bhi hain inke beech?..."

'Crap!! Kya museebat hian! Dhang ke news bhi nahi milte in logon ko'

Gunjan turned the TV off and got up from the couch.

She was already angry, tensed, scared, worried and now she was annoyed also.

'Idiot box', she glared at the TV 'ye sab idiots mere hi naseeb me kyu aate hain?' she huffed as she opened the window of the living room..

She couldn't understand what gave her goosebumps; the cold breeze touching her face or the thought of Go Karting. Next day , she was going to face the race with samrat.

'idiot to tu hain gunjan' she cursed herself mentally 'kya jaroorat thi aisi stupid si bet ke liye haan karne ki? Itna josh aaya ke hosh hi kho baithi. Ab bhugto! Anyways, jo bhi ho, haar nahi manni hain.' she convinced herself.

*tring tring*

She came out of her thoughts when the phone bell rang.

She looked around for someone, but in vain. Shilpa aunty was out and Uncle was in office.The phone was still ringing.

Samrat bhi to utha sakta hain.

The ringing got louder and louder, which only increased her annoyance. She picked up the phone just at the last ring.

"Hey Charlieeeeeeeee!!" a loud chirpy voice came.

Gunjan held the phone away from her ears for 2 seconds before speaking, "Charlie? Hello? Whose that?"

"Umm…Hello" the voice said in embarrassment , "Whose speaking?"

"That's what I asked." gunjan said coldly,"Whose speaking? And whom do you want to speak."

"Is this Shergill mansion?" the voice was confused now.

"Yes…? so may I know your name now?" Gunjan sounded like a stereotyped-telephone-operator now.

"Thank god my money is not wasted in a wrong number", The voice gained confidence,"I'm suhani, Suhani sahay , daughter of Mr and Mrs. Shergill. And I would like to talk with any of my family member. Now may I know whose on the line?" The voice mocked gunjan's telephone-operator voice.

"Ohh! I'm sorry" Gunjan said as the name Suhani hit the chords of her mind, "Hi suhani, I'm gunjan, I am…"

"Ohh gunjan… of course!! I know I know. Maa ne bataya to tha muze tumhare bare me…." The voice said, well not voice, Suhani said."Kaisa laga Mumbai? Aur kaise lage yahan ke log?"

"Acche hain, tumhe aunty se baat karni thi?" gunjan said uncomfortably

"Umm.. Haan. Mom hian kya waha?" suhani asked impatiently.

" Nahi. Aunty to gharpe nahi hain."

"Aur Charlie? Oops I mean Samrat?" Suhani quickly corrected. Gunjan was amused.

"Wo apne kamre me hoga." She said pursing her lips,"par ye Charlie …?"

"Shhh….Use batana mat maine tumhe uska nick name bata diya…" suhani muffled as if she was telling a huge secret,"Bahut gussa hota hain."

"Accha… achha… don't worry. Kisiko kanokan khabar nahi hogi." gunjan also whispered, and they both laughed.

Kitni pyari hain. Lagta hain poori family me sirf ek hi defective piece hain. 'Samrat shergill'.… gunjan thought

"Accha suno, use muze call karne ke liye kahogi? Kuch urgent kaam hain."

Gunjan frowned. The last thing she wanted to do was to see his face. But she couldn't say no to Suhani.

"Ok. Main keh dungi."

"Thanks gunjan! It was nice talking to you. Bye…"

"Bye.." and she disconnected the call.

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Samrat just came out of shower when he heard the sound of opening the door.

"Samrat" He literally jumped as gunjan called his name. he turned to find gunjan entering his room.

"Please, andar mat aana" he screamed, but it was too late. She had seen him half naked already. He was only in shorts.

"Eewww!" she turned her back at him immediately and covered her face with her hands. He immediately grabbed a pant which was lying on bed and turned to other side.

"Kaisi ladki ho tum?" Samrat shrieked while stuffing himself in his pants , " Sharam nahi aati ek jawan ladke ke room me is tarah ghusne me?"

"Kya?" gunjan was stunned by his words, "Ulta chor kotwal ko daante! Ek jawan ladki ghar me hote hue aise ghumne me tumhe sharam nahi aati?"

"Excuse me", he turned to her, "main apne room me jo chahe karu…. You should have asked before entering the room!" he said coming in front of her.

"Haan haan. Ab aage se poonch lungi. Muze bhi koi shauk nahi hain aise scenes roz dekhne ka…" her hands were still on her eyes. "Aur na hi tumhare room me aaneka"

"By d way , ab tum aankhe khol sakti ho. Show khatam ho gaya." He said grinning.

Gunjan slowly opened her eyes, her hands still covered her face. She looked at him through the gaps between her fingers.

"Goddd!! Shirt to pehno!" she shouted.

"Oops. Sorry!" he ran again to grab his t-shirt and wore it quickly. Gunjan smiled.

"By the way, its nice to hear the word 'sorry' from you." She looked at him intently, "you know, tum kabhi kisi baat pe sorry feel hi nahi karte."

Samrat looked at her, astounded. He knew she doesn't like him, in fact he himself didn't like her. But by hearing these words, he really felt guilty, sorry.

Maybe she's hurt. She's new here and instead of being friends with her I'm treating her so badly. Am I that bad? – samrat asked himself.

Gunjan was waiting for his retorts. But to her surprise , all she got was silence.

"Well, Whatever!" she said finally," Suhani called from London. She asked you to call her urgently."

"Ohh. Ok. I'll call her." He said in a low voice.

"Main chalti hun" And she turned to leave.

"Gunjan!", his voice made her stop, he walked towards her and came face to face with her.

"Dekho, I am really sorry. Aur wo race waala idea bhi bahut bura hain. Lets drop it." He said genuinely.

She examined his face for sometime.

Ye sachmuch guilty feel kar raha hain ya fir natak kar raha hain? Nahi nahi… he must be acting. I have seen it before. Samrat ne aur Benji ne milke muze pehle bhi Bewakuf banaya tha. But not now. I know you very well Mister. – she thought.

"Nahi. Main is race ke liye ready hun. In fact, excited hun." She said with false excitement.

"Are you sure?" Samrat asked warily.

She looked at his eyes, the usual glint of mischief was not present there. Instead, she saw concern. But again her brain took over her heart.

'Gunjan iski baton me mat aa. Kal agar tu back off karegi, to tuze darpok kahega. Her brain warned her.

"Yes. I'm sure." She said firmly and left the room.

"Ajeeb ladki hain", he said staring at the direction she went, "Pata nahi kya karna chahti hain…"

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The ambience of Club Xyz, Hiranandani, powai was exciting. The go Karting tracks were nice, long n curvy…. This place was samrat's favorite. He always enjoyed here. The tracks, the speed, the thrill. It always brought adrenaline rush to his blood.

But not today. Today he was really worried about Gunjan. Although Go Karting seemed to be easy for him, this was her first attempt. Plus the tracks at this club were really tricky. And he wanted her to be safe. He wondered why he's concerned about her so much. But he had no answer. Maybe he didn't want to feel 'Sorry' once again.

"Hi sam!!" benji greeted him as he entered the field, but got no response.

"Sam? Kaha kho gaya?" Benji asked samrat who was busy staring Gunjan. He followed Samrat's gaze and noticed Gunjan. For a change, she was dressed in a simple grey Tshirt and Blue jeans instead of her usual churidars. She was busy talking to CJ and Diya. CJ was giving her some details and tips about the Kart and Diya stared at Gunjan helplessly, with concern.

"Wo thik se kar to legi na?" Samrat asked Benji with concern. Benji couldn't hide his smile.

"Haan baba. Teri favorite player CJ uske team me hain na. " He tried to lighten up Samrat's mood. "And besides that, what else we can do? Wo kitni adamant hain."

"You are right. Just pray for her safety." Samrat sighed and wore his helmet.

"Ya. And you too be safe." Benji said with a smile and gave a thumbs up to samrat, to which he nodded.

Gunjan also wore her helmet, while CJ gave her some final instructions and got into her Kart. They both came to the start line.

3..2..1…. Go……. The flag waved in the air gesturing the start of the race.

Samrat accelerated his machine and took the lead, while gunjan started slowly and cautiously. Their friends watched them disappear when they took the first turn.

All were praying for them. They prayed for gunjan, to ensure she doesn't bump her Kart somewhere. And they also prayed for samrat, to ensure that 'that somewhere' should not be samrat's Kart.

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Part 17 - (A souvenir and a broken heart)
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Gravity is working against me
And gravity wants to bring me down
Oh, twice as much ain't twice as good
And can't sustain like one half could
It's wanting more that's gonna send me to my knees….

Samrat was lost in john mayor's gravity when Suhani knocked on his doors.

"May I come in, sir?" She asked mocking politeness.

"Yes?" said samrat.

"Sir, your tea.. your mother told you didn't come down for breakfast today.." Suhani said politely, turning the volume of the stereo low.

"Ya, I was sleeping." Samrat replied chewing the biscuit suhani had brought with the tea,"Yar aajkal room service bahut kharab hain tumhari. Ye kaunse biscuits hain?" he said making sour face.

"Oye, itne paise me itnaich milenga!!" suhani said and they both laughed.

"Accha sam, muze ye batao ke baat kaha tak aayi hain?" Suhani asked curiously.

"Kaunsi baat?" Samrat stared at her blankly.

"Tumhari aur gunjan ki.."

"Sue please! Aisi koi baat hai hi nahi.."

"Nahi hain , to ho bhi to sakti hain na… tum log kitne cute lagte ho saath me, aur acche dost bhi ho ek dusre ke.. u two are just.."

"stop it sue!" Samrat said sternly, "Maine tumhe keh diya hain ke mere aur gunjan ke beech aisa kuch nahi hain. Aur kabhi hoga bhi nahi."

"But kyu sam.. don't you like Gunjan?" asked suhani.

"I like her. but as a friend. Dekho sue, Ye pyar, ye sab muze bakwas lagta hain… Gunjan se to kya main kisise bhi pyar nahi karna chahta. I mean it feels good at the start.. At first you float through the clouds and everything is new, then the reality of relationships set it and the magic carpet ride is over! That's it… the gravity works against you."As samrat said this suhani turned off the stereo.

"That's why I tell you, don't listen to john mayer… stupid gravity.. there's nothing like that… love never fades.." She said in one go..

"Oh really? Then what happened to you and Adhiraj? Where's the gravity, the attraction between you?" Samrat asked her sarcastically as she turned her back on him hiding a lone tear which escaped her eye, "Getting your hopes up only causes more disappointment in the end, sue!"

A sob escaped her mouth as samrat said this.

"Sue.. im sorry" samrat held her by her shoulders and made her face him, "I didn't want to hurt you. But I really don't want to repeat the same mistake which you did."

"It was not a mistake, I love him.." Suhani said thru her now , free-flowing tears.

Samrat felt bad about hurting her, he hugged her and rubbed her back. He made a note in his mind not to fall in love blindly.

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"I hate this dad!! 4 din ki chandni, baaki andheri raat…? Aapko itni jaldi kyu jaana hain?" Gunjan pouted as her dad told her about his return to Jamnagar.

"Gunjan, Beta mera bhi man nahi karta tumhe chod ke jaane ka. Magar Kya karu.. jaana to padega." Rajat said taking her in his arms.

"Will miss you dad!!" gunjan said in a low voice.

"Main bhi.." Rajat said wiping her tears, opened his bag and started searching for something.

"Dad.. ye aap kya kar rahe hain. I packed your stuff so nicely and you are.." Gunjan complained when Rajat took out something from his bag, "Dad.. ye kya hain?"

"This is your mother's last memory." Rajat said with heavy heart, "Gunjan, jab tumhari mom hame chod kar chali gayi thi tab main bahut toot chukka tha, Jeene ki sirf tum wajah thi. Uski har ek cheez, har ek yaad mere saamne us accident ko khada kar deti thi jisme maine meri Indu ko kho diya. Muze un yaadon se door rehna tha, bas! Isliye us haadse ke baad maine Mumbai chod ke Jamnagar jaane ka faisla kiya. Aur un sabhi yaadon ko khud se door rakha, yaha tak ke tumse bhi kabhi Indu ke baareme baat karna jaroori nahi samjha.. Par maine tumhare bare me kabhi socha hi nahi… muze pata hi nahi chala ke main tumhe apni mom se door rakh raha hun. I was unfair beta.. I'm a bad dad."

"Nahi dad… muze aapse koi shikayat.."

"No beta, please let me speak.."Rajat stopped gunjan and handed over the audio record to her, "This is your mother's only thing I have. And this is your's now. I'm sorry, I kept you away from your mom and her memories for so long.. agar main yaha nahi aata, aur muze shilpa aur Jatin nahi batate ke tum apne mom ko kitna miss karti ho, to shayad main kabhi ye jaan bhi nahi paata.. I'm sorry beta, I'm really sorry.." As rajat said this gunjan hugged him.

"Dad.. please don't say sorry. I cant see you crying. Muze pata hain aap mom se kitna pyar karte hain. Aur main ye bhi jaanti hu ke aapko unki yaadein bahut satati hain.. isiliye maine kabhi is topic par aapse baat nahi ki." Gunjan said, tears flowed from her eyes. Rajat looked at her lovingly, and wiped her tears.

"Tumhe pata hain.. tum world ki best daughter ho?" Rajat said with a smile.

"Yes dad.. Aur aap world ke best dad! And thank you for this record. You know I always wanted to listen this.. par aapne ise aapke study room me band karke rakha tha.." She said and hugged him again.

"yes I know," Rajat smiled, " Ab chalo, muze airport chodne nahi aaogi kya.. 2 ghante me flight hain mera, aur tum abtak ready nahi ho.."

"Ohho.. dad! Don't worry. Ham samrat ke car me jaa rahe hain, wo to hame airport 30 mins me le jayega.." said gunjan.

But she was wrong, Samrat was actually faster than that. He took only 25 mins to reach airport.

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Gunjan spent the rest of the evening in her room only. She was very upset after her dad's departure to Jamnagar, but she had found her mom's record now. She stared at the record, touched it, smelled it, kissed it infinite times. She could sense her mother's presence in that room.

9.30 PM. Gunjan was still in her room. She didn't go down for dinner, so Shilpa sent samrat to her room.

"Mallika-e-jamnagar, agar ijajat ho to andar aa sakta hu?" Samrat said knocking on the half open door. Gunjan quickly wiped her tears off and straightened her dress.

"Aaiye aaiye Mumbai ke Samrat jee. Aap hi ki kami thi." she said playfully.

"Aaj khana khane ka irada nahi ha…" samrat started but noticed her puffy eyebags, "Chashmish? Ro rahi thi?"

She tried to look away, but he held her hands and made her face him.

"Kya hua?" he said with concern.

"Kuch nahi"

"Muze nahi bataogi?"

"Bas , aisehi, dad ki bahut yaad aa rahi thi.." Gunjan said as her eyes struggled to keep the tears from flowing.

"Bas , itni see baat? Chalo yaar.. cheer up.. ham sab hain na?" he said as she nodded in agreement, "wash your face and come down… sab wait kar rahe hain."

"Ok." Gunjan smiled at him and entered the bathroom, while samrat noticed the gramophone record on her table. He took it in his hands and studied it with curiosity.

You are my theme.. by cliff Richards. Who the hell is he? – he thought reading the label on the record.

"Sam!! Sam!!" Suhani called him from downstairs.

"Coming!!" he shouted and hurried to go down, but then turned back to keep the record on the table, But unfortunately he lost the grip and it fell on the corner of the table. As he tried to pick it up he noticed a scratch on the record.

"Oh shit!!" he cursed himself.

"Samrat, main soch rahi thi ke.." Gunjan said coming out of the bathroom but stopped when she saw the record in his hands.

"Hey Chashmish! I'm really sorry. But.. u know.. I didn't… I mean, it was an accident.." As he stammered on every word, Gunjan took the record in her hands and inspected the record.. It was damaged, and it was beyond repair now.. tears flew from her eyes.

"No no.. please don't cry… I'll make it alright.. please…" samrat said but froze as Gunjan gave him a stern look.

"Please leave me alone.." She said with shaky voice.

"Chasmish.."

"Samrat please!!"

And he walked out with heavy heart. His chashmish, his best friend was hurt, and for the first time, she preferred privacy over his company. And it was making him mad at himself.

Never mind. It's just a record. I'll buy her another one.. he thought to himself.

But he didn't know how important that was for Gunjan.

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