FF- I dream of you every night. part 8- page 11 - Page 4

7^th October 2009

Hey Mom! How are you? So I'm sorry I was a busy lately and my 'hellos' here are becoming rare. But believe me, I miss you a lot.

Well except when I am in classes. The course is great, they don't just teach the Suras and ragas and how to modulate your voice, but they are giving us the broad picture of how music has an effect on everything, and how everything has an effect on music; an individual, a community, a society, a religion. Oh, and I am really liking the methods of 'Raj veer Sir' - He's deep down in sufi music. Really, it touches my heart!

Apart from that, life really isn't going anywhere. Don't get me wrong, I'm not whining. I have a great time in classes and the Shergill's are very good guardians. But ' I'm still confused over Samrat. And I can't help but keep thinking about why he acts the way he acts. I mean I have seen him roaming around my department frequently, I had tried to ask him one or two times, but he just shrugged it off. I almost thought he was stalking me to freak me out, but then after today's incident...

Today he stood by me when I was not expecting. He guarded me when i was being ragged by some jerk. He was even ready to pick a fight for me. But afterwards as we came home, he went to his usual ways, completely ignoring me. I couldn't even thank him for what he did for me. Mom, can someone be so indifferent yet care so much? I don't get it. I guess I should talk to him.

She was sitting in the living room as she thought about the incidences from past few weeks. She had spotted him many times around the area of her department. Initially she assumed it was only a coincidence. But she grew suspicious when she noticed that he tried hard to sneak out past her one day, as if he didn't want to be spotted by her. And it had become a daily routine. At first she wanted to catch him off guard and ask him about it, and she tried to ask it indirectly one or two times. But then she thought of ignoring it.

But today's incident changed her perspective about the situation. Today when she was coming out of 'DOM' - department of music as they called it, she bumped into a guy and all her belongings scattered on ground.

"I'm sorry" She mumbled as she bent to gather everything without even looking at the guy.

"Tsch.. tsch.. Its My bad, You should not apologize, beautiful.." A hoarse voice came as she looked up, only to find a 6ft tall, dusky , guy staring at her intently. She didn't like the way he looked at her, his eyes checking her out from top to bottom.

"Its ok.." she said curtly and began to move, when he blocked her way.

"Hey, i guess you're new here. Dont you want to make some friends? I'm Ranvijay, you can call me RV." He said in a seductive voice. She furrowed her brows, panick rising inside her, but she tried to calm herself. She didn't like him, not one bit.

"I got to go." She said sternly.

"Decide it after we get to know each other, beautiful! Why such haste?" He said while snatching her bag from her hands as she stared at him with fury. They were crowded by many people now. "So, we want to get to know our miss newbie.. isn't it guys?" He shouted at his group of friends as they hooted affirmatively, all of them shared the rugged look he was wearing and the same arrogance. "So what do you study, darling?" he said as she looked around her frantically, worry etched on every inch of her face.

"Oh.. music, isn't it?" he said looking at the board at the front entrance of the building. "So , Our newbie is going to sing for us today" he declared loudly as his friends cheered and snarled some lewd comments.

"Hey dear, you're breaking their heart.." he whispered in gunjan's ears, signalling at his friends,"Just one song .. " he said and brought his hands to her face to touch her as she closed her eyes in anticipation. But he never touched her.

"Can I sing a song for you, RV?" She opened her eyes to find samrat , holding RV's hand in the air.

"Well well, guess who's here. " RV said mocking surprise, "Hey Sam, what are you doing here? Go protect your darling friend Diya. Its none of your business, unless you want to impress this little damsel in distress here.." RV said touching Gunjans hair gingerly, as samrat snapped his hands away from her.

"Dont you dare touch her, RV" he said as he pushed her behind him to face RV.

"I told you Samrat, its none of your business.." RV yelled as he threw a punch at him, which he blocked in midway.

"Listen , if you try to hurt any of my friend, i won't leave you this time"

"Samrat! Please lets go.." Gunjan said tightening her grip on his forearm. RV stared at her and then at samrat as he tried to comprehend it.

"Oh.. wow.. So our newbie is Samrat's new friend." RV said smiling sadistically, "Listen friends, and he's too selfish to introduce her to us .. tsch tsch" he clicked his tongue and said, "Isn't it too bad, friends?" His friends yelled a 'Yes' in unison.

"Samrat!" Diya came running towards them, As she came closer she saw RV and flinched.

"Oh, here comes my princess... " RV gazed at her smirking shamelessly and she felt disgusted.,"How have you been Diya? Havent seen much of you lately.." He said as his eyes wandered over her body.

"It's because you were spending your precious time in god knows which jail, isn't it, RV?" Samrat growled as his fists were tightened, "When did they release you, i thought you will never come out this time". RV's face clouded with anger as he clenched his jaw line and threw a punch at him. Not to mention Samrat promptly returned the favour. They were engaged in a fist fight as they heard a sharp voice of siren. Someone had called the police.

"Enough..Let's go RV.." One of his friends dragged him and they rode on their bike and fled.

"Haa! I should have known that this trick works in real life too." Benji chuckled as he joined them, flashing his mobile screen in front of them.

"Don't tell me you actually played the siren on your mobile!" Samrat said with disbelief.

"No, ofcourse not, someone had actually called police." He said as a police van approached the scene,"I was just trying to lighten up the mood." He said gesturing towards Gunjan who bewildered and Diya, who was rubbing gunjans back to console her. Samrat looked at her and at the same time she looked up and their eyes met. The panic faded away in those eyes as samrat nodded at her reassuringly.

"Relax, He's gone now." He said softly,"Are you feeling ok?"

She nodded and gave him a week smile. Today he stood for her. For her pride. He was still concerned about how she felt, if she was comfortable. This was not the cold samrat she has seen in past few days. It was his caring side. Gunjan wondered how many more layers were there to uncover.

"Candy? " he looked at Diya. Her face was clouded with worries. When samrat called her once again she straightened her face and gave him a halfhearted smile. "I'm ok Sammy. "she said hurriedly.

"Can we go home now?" Gunjan said timidly to which samrat nodded and looked at Diya.

"I'm ok Sammy, and Benji will be with me. I think we should all head to home now." She said , still looking concerned.

He didn't say a single word while returning home and gunjan was thankful for that. She was shaken by the incident and she didn't wish to talk either. Well, Maybe not now. But she had many questions about this thing. And as she settled on her bed that night and wrote in her diary, all those questions rushed to her head again. She had to talk to Samrat about it, but she could have waited till morning. But as she peeped through her half open door, she could see the light of his room was on as it spilled out of the room from under the small creek of the door.

She looked back at the watch on her writing desk, 12.30 AM. She was pondering whether to disturb him or not when the door to his room fell open. She froze in her doorway like a deer caught in headlights.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

"I'm .. umm.. just.." she struggled for words.

"Forget it! Do you want ice-cream?" He said in the same conspiring whisper.

"What?" she said staring at him blankly.

"Follow me if you wish to .. because I'm craving it so badly", and headed to kitchen. Gunjan shook her head and followed her. He sneaked past the hallway and entered the kitchen, as gunjan watched his every move. He was acting like a 10 year old sneaking into the kitchen to have the treat his mom told him not to eat.

"So you always sneak out of room to eat icecream?" She asked curiously as he took the icecream pot out of freezer.

"Nopes! Do you think only girls are conscious about watching-the-calories?" He said as he flexed the muscles of his forearms, "like 'em?"

"Arghhh..." she rolled her eyes, but smiled anyways as she observed they were comfortable around each other today, "So wats the occasion today?"

"I generally eat Icecream when I'm restless, you see" He said in a matter-of-factly tone, "It cools me down."

"And why are you restless today?" she said raising an eyebrow, though she had a rough idea about what he will answer.

"Are you generally so nosy or today's something special?" He said as he served her a scoop of butterscotch.

She knew he was dodging the question by being all cold again. But she had seen the warmth in his eyes today and she was clinging to that thread as she spoke, "It's about RV, isn't it?"

He sighed and nodded silently. She saw creases form on his forehead as if he was thinking about some really bad memories.

"Gunjan, Stay away from that guy... as far as you can."

"I know. I didn't.."

"I know, you didn't initiate the convo today. But he's really sleazy. We have had our issues with him in past, and i don't want him to .." he stopped abruptly.

"You don't what?" Gunjan asked curiously.

"He might hurt you, now that he knows you are my friend. And I don't want that to happen." He said with genuine concern.

"Am I really your friend , Samrat?", Her question startled him. He pondered over her question. Maybe he didn't treat her like a friend, being cold with her all the time. But he was concerned about her safety, and he knew it wasn't only because she was his guest.

"Samrat?"Gunjan's voice brought him back to earth.

"Well don't you consider me as your friend?" He questioned her back and made a mumbling noise as he scooped a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.

"I try to imagine it, but the way you act when I'm around, it's just don't feel like we're friends. In fact I get a feeling that you hate me..." She said and looked at him. A smile formed on his lips as he shook his head and rose from the chair.

"Of course I hate you gunjan." He said as her watched her flinch a bit, "But it's not Hate Hate... You know what? You are perfect. All sorted out! You know what you want in life. You're not confused over what you want to do in life. And clearly, my dad loves that. He sees all those qualities in you, which he wished I could acquire. My mom loves you because you're all neat and clean, organised. My parents love you because they see you as an ideal child. My friends love you because you're very sweet and caring. And you have managed to impress them in a couple of months. It's like they are with me for years now and suddenly you came and shared the attention I used to get. I obviously hate you for that. But that doesn't mean I will let someone hurt you. " He finished and saw her looking at him with surprise, "And please don't give me that look now."

"I'm sorry, but this was your reason to act weirdly with me?" she said in disbelief, "Seriously?"

"Well, I know!" he said defensively, "I know I can act weird for no reason, but the way things started.. You know, at airport and then on the way back home.. My first impression about you wasn't that great." He said as she watched him amusedly, "And it changed as I got to know you. But I was stubborn to admit that."

She looked at for one long moment. He had admitted all of it so honestly. He had opened himself to her so easily. And now, it was her turn.

"Speaking of.." She said looking at him who was busy licking the leftover ice-cream in his bowl like a child," Even my first impression about was not that cool. I thought you're arrogant, grumpy, careless.."He paused and stared at her angrily before she continued," But that was clearly wrong. And I'm sorry about that."

"You are?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes. And I'm sorry I called you Pervert, Samrat. After meeting RV, I know what real pervert looks like." She said and they broke in to laughter.

"So, On that note..", He said digging the ice-cream pot, "I'm gonna have another scoop. Do you want some?" he asked looking at her bowl, "Or.. you want to finish the butterscotch milkshake.." He finished as she looked down at her bowl to find the molten ice-cream.

"Jeez..I almost forgot. It's completely.."

"Are you always this slow?"He cut her in between.

"What do you mean slow..It's very hot over here.." she retorted.

"Don't make excuses! I saw you were stirring it by the spoon.." he said accusingly.

"No i didn't.."

"Yes you did!"

And the bickering about the ice-cream went on and on. Maybe they were more comfortable fighting with each other.

Oh yes! Uncle and aunty were supposed to be at party. – She remembered as she walked towards the phone. Just when she was about to reach for the receiver, the ringing stopped. She realised that the bell must be ringing for a while, and wondered how much time has passed. As she glanced at the wall clock she was surprised to find out that she had spent almost two hours thinking about him.. or.. whats wrong with him..

She was startled when again the phone started ringing.

Wait , Samrat can also get that.. She thought as she thought about shouting for him. But the ringing got louder and louder, which only increased her annoyance. Finally she picked up the phone just at the last ring.

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

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

"Umm…Hello" the voice said in embarrassment, "Who's speaking?"

"That's what I asked." gunjan said coldly, "Who's 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 who's 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. Mom told me about you…." Suhani said cheerfully."So how did you like life in Mumbai? "

"Its.. Fast.. You wanted to speak to aunty right? Actually she's not home.." gunjan said.

"And dad..?" suhani asked impatiently.

" No they both went to a party." Gunjan said as she heard a sigh from the other side.

"Good. Because actually I wanted to talk to Charlie.. I hope he's home.." Suhani added.

"Charlie..?" Gunjan said in confusion.

"Oops! I mean Samrat….Actually I call him charlie …" suhani muffled as if she was telling a huge secret.

"Haha.. he might be in his room."Gunjan chuckled," but I didn't see him after college." She added hesitantly. She had not seen him since she returned from college; she didn't even wait for him to return home. She was too baffled by the new information she got about him that she didn't want him to confront him before she processes the information.

"Ok, anyways when you see him, ask him to call me. And gunjan.." Suhani added in a whisper, "Don't tell him you know his nickname.."

"Haha.. Sure! I swear to secrecy." gunjan also whispered, and they both laughed.

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

"Bye.." She said and disconnected the call.

Hmm… Samrat.. She realized that nowadays she had been doing a lot of thinking on that subject. He seemed like a mystery to her. The more she came close to him the more layers were there to uncover. She didn't fancy herself as his best friend, but still she realized today that she didn't know anything about him when..

.. When one of her classmates knew more about him than her.

She was in the music room checking out various music DVDs available at the library, when , Meghana, her classmate approached her. She basically was impressed by Gunjan's 'boyfriend' for how he picked up a fight for her with RV, the bully. She was also impressed with Gunjan, for she managed to get one of the hottest guy on campus within 2 months of joining university. And when Gunjan clarified that he was not her boyfriend, she looked doubtful, stating the fact that he always waits for her on his Ducati to go home.

"Well, that is because we live in the same house." Gunjan said and felt embarrassed as Meghna's eyes widened at her statement and added quickly," Please, not the way you are thinking! I'm a family friend, and his parents are my guardians."

"Oh ok! But don't tell me he's your foster brother or something. Because he's still so hot.."Meghna said cheesily,"Well, maybe.. even if he is.. then also it works for me. I hope you will help me there.." and she winked at gunjan suggestively. Gunjan chuckled at her expressions while thinking how fast Meghna was.

"No , he's my friend. And even if you are interested, I need to get a confirmation from him, you know..!" She said and Meghna jumped up and down.

"Oh , Yes… Call him right now.. I can even go meet him right now at his department.."She said enthusiastically.

"Oh.. no.. Wait for evening. He might be busy in classes." Gunjan said hesitantly. This girl was really after him..? gunjan huffed as she thought.

"Oh gunjan! Its lunch break and his department is right across our building. It won't take that much time!" she shrieked.

"Right across? But that's Fine arts department right?" Gunjan asked with confusion.

"That's where he studies right, in the Fine arts department?" Meghna said visibly surprised that Gunjan didn't know this fact till the moment,

"But he studies Business administration.. "Gunjan said in low voice.

"Oh come on… I've seen him so many times around here, and my friend Natasha also studies there.. she said.." Meghna paused as she blurted out too much and smiled apologetically at Gunjan, but she was too shocked to notice that. How could he lie to her about such a big thing, oh hell with her! How could he lie to his parents about that?.

After studying Gunjan's furrowed brows and not able to bear the awkward silence between them, meghna added nervously, "So.. I might have done some research on him.. but please.. don't reconsider your decision to introduce me to him.. Pleeese…"

Gunjan flinched with disapproval, but nodded nonetheless as meghna smiled at her warmly.

"Meghna , I need to go! Will talk to you later." Gunjan said hurriedly as she made her way to exit. She just wanted to have a breathing space. She wanted some time alone to process the information she stumbled upon, and then decide what to do with it.

……………………………..

And after hours of thinking she still couldn't digest it.. He was not supposed to lie about such a big thing to his parents. They thought he was studying business administration. He was the heir of 'SJS Industries'. He was supposed to take over the multi-million business of 'Biogen' pharmaceuticals, the dream of his mother, to provide healthcare facilities to the poor and unaided. And here he was lying to them. She just hated the thought of it.

But on the other hand she told herself not to be too judgemental. Maybe, Meghna was wrong. Maybe she was just talking about some other samrat. She knew that there were very thin chances of this possibility as Samrat was a popular guy in university. Most of the people, and especially girls, around campus seemed to know him, waving at him , smiling, ogling or just staring at him. She sighed once again coming to the conclusion that the only solution to put an end to this over thinking was to go and talk to Samrat face-to-face.

…………………………………..

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, Don't come in.." he screamed, but it was too late. She had seen him half naked already. He was only in his 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.

"You're impossible!" Samrat shrieked while stuffing himself in his pants , " Don't you have the basic manners of knocking the door before entering?"

"Listen mister! I knocked three times before entering.." Gunjan said accusingly, "you should have the manners of locking the doors"

"Well, I might have lost the knock in the sound of shower..", he turned to her, "But I can even do strip tease in my room…. You should have asked before entering the room!" he said coming in front of her.

"Yeah well, will make sure next time… as it is I don't like to see you naked" her hands were still on her eyes. Samrat grinned at her last words and pulled her hands away from her face.

"Show's over." He said grinning.

Gunjan slowly opened her eyes.

"Goddd!! Grab a shirt!" she shouted.

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

"By the way, it's nice to hear the word 'sorry' from you." She looked at him intently, "you know, you never feel sorry about anything, isn't it?."

Samrat looked at her, "Uhh.. Guess what?The Judgy Gunjan is back.." He said mockingly.

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

"Ohh. Ok. I'll call her." He said and turned towards the nightstand to grab a comb.

Gunjan was pondering whether to talk to him or not when she finally took note of the decorum of his room. This was the first time she was in his room. It was surprisingly clean, with minimal furniture, a bed , a nightstand, and a wardrobe. A small chair sat in one corner of the room. There was a balcony attached to his bedroom with a hanging cane chair. But mostly her attention was captured by the mesmerizing landscapes that were painted in acrylic, oil paint, Charcoal capturing different moods of nature. And the best piece was the mural on the top of his bedpost- The beach shining in setting sun.

"Anything else..?" Samrat said nervously as he caught her eyeing his work so intently.

"These painings.. " She looked at them admiringly, "They're very beautiful. Very real! "

"Thanks!" He said proudly and Gunjan stared at him. She couldn't believe he made all of them.

"Did you.." She stumbled for words,"Are they yours?"

"They are hanging on the walls of my room. Obviously, they are mine." He said casually.

"No, I mean, did you make them?" She asked narrowing her eyes.

"Why do you ask so many questions all the time?" Samrat said in an attempt of dodging the question.

"Samrat.."

"Gunjan.."

She sighed in submission; this was going to be difficult. He was not going to let it out easily. So, there was no point in beating around the bush.

"Are you really studying Business administration, Samrat?" Gunjan's question startled Samrat. His pupils expanded as he stared at her with uncertainty.

"where did it come from?" He said attempting to sound as casual as possible.

"Samrat please answer me!"

"Yes Gunjan, I am studying business management." He said seriously.

"Samrat, Please tell me the truth.. I have seen you around the Fine arts department and then these paintings.."

"Gunjan I'm telling you the truth.." Samrat said firmly," I am studying Business Administration, I'm not lying about that" He said in a low voice. Gunjan could sense the sincerity in his voice. She felt relieved to know that he hadn't lied about it. But then all the things Meghna mentioned and all this artwork in his room…

Samrat read the clouds of doubt on her face and added, "But .. That's not the only thing I'm studying." He watched her changed expression and continued, "I am doing MBA in Pharmaceutical Management, but it's a distance learning course." Gunjan gaped at him as he continued, "And I am studying BFA also.. Full time"

Gunjan stared at him in awe. "Are you serious?" she blurted out, exasperated.

"Common! Don't make it such a big deal!" Samrat said flinching.

"It it a big deal Samrat! Your parents don't know about it, do they? They think you are going to run the family business, when clearly you are sidelining it for.. " She said looking at the mural admiringly, "..For the thing you're so good at! Samrat! You are a fabulous artist, you know that?"

"I know!" He said scoffing.

"You are doing two different things simultaneously. Two polar opposites! Do you think you are doing justice to any of the two?"She said shaking her head ," how do you manage?"

"Well I'm smart!" He said chucking, which annoyed her bit.

"Do you think Uncle or Aunty will be happy after learning this?" He narrowed his eyes as she said it.

"See please don't tell this to mom dad!" He begged her with his eyes, "It's the last thing I want right now."

"Well I won't, but you will have to, someday. And before that, you will have to tell me why are you doing this?" She said, not ready to let go.

Samrat sighed, she wouldn't let go! He thought warily. It was bad that they were on talking terms now, because otherwise he would simply shake her by saying something rude, and she would have never come to him to ask anything. But, now things were different. Damn you Samrat! For being friends with her.. He cursed himself mentally.

"Because dad wanted me to do MBA.." he said slightly irritated.

"And you can't convince him that this is not what you want?" Gunjan said confused.

"Dad always think that I don't know what I want in my life. I actually know, Gunjan. Or , you can say, I knew, once.. I wanted to be an artist, a painter.. But.." he looked away sadly.

"But you are a good painter, samrat! Actually better than good." She said in a comforting voice.

"Dad wants me to take care of his empire. He wants me to be an entrepreneur. An area I know I'm not good at. But he wants me to be that. And I want to make him proud."

Gunjan looked at him disbelievingly. "Didn't you tell him about your ambitions? I'm sure he will understand, Samrat! He loves you way too much."

"Well that's the catch Gunjan!" Samrat said with a sad smile," He loves me too much. And when the people you love disappoint you, it hurts the most. I know if I tell him I don't want to be like him, it will hurt him. And I don't want that."

She looked at him with awe. Till now she was under the impression that Samrat was a free spirited person, the one who listens to none, but his heart. But he actually cared for his Fathers opinions more than his own dreams.

"And for god's sake, Don't stare at me like that !" Samrat said with distaste, "I know what you're thinking about me."

A smile broke on her face as she noticed his flared nose. "And what do you think, I'm thinking about you?" She said in a playful manner.

"That I don't have courage to face my father."He scoffed, "I had once. But I've seen him broken once and I don't want to repeat the mistakes of… " He trailed off realizing he had given out too much information. Gunjan looked at him with confusion. Why did he stop, who's mistakes he was referring to? She wanted to ask him, but decided against it. He already looked distraught.

"Gunjan, I just want to make them happy, and I'm trying to. But I couldn't let go of this.."He pointed at his paintings, his eyes were filled with passion. "I know I'm trading on thin ice. I can easily mess up with both the things, but I'm trying hard to work on both, my parent's ambitions, and my own dreams."

Gunjan nodded understandingly. She was fascinated by the passion in his eyes and it matched her own passion for her dreams. She knew how frustrating it felt to dream about something but not able to achieve it. And she knew exactly why he was doing it. He simply couldn't let go. But she respected him more as she realized that he equally cared for his parents too. And at the same time felt a little bad that she had kept her father away in process of progressing towards her dreams.

"So, you won't tell them?" Samrats voice breaked her chain of thoughts.

"Tell what?" She looked dumbfounded.

"Gunjan! About my little secret." Samrat said desperately.

"No , I wont" She said and samrat let out a sign he didn't know he was holding, "But Samrat, you will have to tell them, the sooner, the better!" She said with finality.

"uhmm.. Ya I know." He said nervously, "I will try"

"Okay then." She smiled at him softly as he smiled back with gratitude. She shuffled hesitantly before speaking"Umm.. I'm hungry. What about you?"

"Dying of hungar." He said dramatically while pressing his hand on his flat toned abs, as gunjan rolled her eyes, "Hey do you want to go out for dinner? As it is it's the two of us today." He suggested.

"Sounds fine, I'll get dressed." She agreed immediately.

"What? I thought you are dressed enough" He said with wide eyes, "Gunjan, I'm not taking you out on a date!"

Gunjan rolled her eyes at his antics. He was impossible to deal with.

"Why do you assume that every girl in the city wants to go on a date with you?"She asked frowning.

"Well because that might be partially true." He said with a playful smile.

"Correct! Partially is the word to be emphasized on."She added with irritation.

"I thought True is the word to be emphasized on."He pouted.

"You!!" She glared at him, as he tried his best to look frightened through the suppressed laughter. He looked cute wearing those expressions, his sparkly chocolate brown eyes grown wider mocking false fear. She did the best to suppress her smile and turned to leave the room.

"Gunjan, Please be quick! You know I hate to wait!" Samrat shouted through his bedroom door she had just closed, and she could picture him grinning wickedly.

She couldn't decide whether she should sulk at him for his mockery of her punctuality or to smile at his ways of charming her.

------------------------------------------------------------------

Press Like if you enjoy.. don't forget to comment J