Sa-Va FF: Would I..Am I..How can I..Yes, I am hopelessly! updte prt 26 - Page 15

nice one.. Love it.. All got cleared n they proved to be innocent.. Continue soon.. Thanks for pm..

so finallly again vardhan saved sanyukta...
goin superbbb... :)

Speechless..., now i want Vardhan to show attitude to sanyu :D

its Fab yaar!!!

luvd it, really nicely written...thnx 4 de pm😃😃😃

i think vardahan is very well know by the outer world ..thats why he was taking action against the mall ppl at the time when both of them in the manager cabin...but sanyu she is so stupid and accept that bribe...like discount coupon ...

Here's a chotu update guys. I am really busy now-a-days that's why. Thank you for all your good comments.

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PART 15

Sanyukta went to her class. It was PK Sir's lecture. The entire class was dozing off. Sanyukta was lost in her own world. The lecture finished. There was a 15 minute break. Sanyukta was nervous. She started fidgeting with her dupatta and was biting her nails. Vardaan Sir came came inside the class for his lecture, "Cost Management". Sanyukta gulped the saliva down her throat. Vardaan opened the attendance register and began calling out the names.

Vardaan said, "Answer your roll calls class. Jignesh?". Jignesh answered present. "Vidhushi?". Vidhushi answered present. "Rohit?" Rohit answered present. And thus he started calling out names of students. Sanyukta was nervous as her name was next. Vardaan called out, "Roll no-27?" Sanyukta was silent. He screamed again without looking up, "Roll no-27?" Kaustiki tapped her hand. Sanyukta screamed, "Present Sir." "Why didn't he take my name? Huh? Oooh...accha..", she thought. She recollected her own words, "I am just a Roll no-27 for you from now onwards." Vardaan began with his lecture. He was carrying on with his lecture as if nothing happened. But only he knew, what kind of storm was raging inside him. He deliberately avoided looking at her. He knew if his eyes fell on her, he won't be able to control himself. He left the lecture 20 minutes before time.

Next morning, Sanyukta rushed to the library to see the newspaper. She grabbed it from the boy who was reading it and frantically turned the pages. Finally, on page 3 she found what she was searching for. An elaborate apology note written by the editor. Her eyes sparkled and her lips curved into a smile. There in his cabin, Vardaan also read it. He was relieved that this drama was finally over. He read the sentence in the newspaper again and again, "The people in the photograph are not a couple. The man is the professor and the girl is his student." His smile vanished. Even he didn't know why.

Sanyukta was getting killed by guilt every day. She finally decided to apologize to him. One day, she was proceeding towards his cabin. She knocked the door. There was no reply. She knocked again, twice, thrice. Still no reply. She opened the door and peeped inside. He wasn't there. She went away from there. She thought of leaving a note, but then she remembered the last time's fiasco of leaving a note. She was walking on the corridor when she saw Vardaan coming. She went near him and was about to talk to him. But, he just ignored her and went to his cabin. He called the peon and ordered him that nobody should disturb him. Sanyukta heard those words. She hung her face and went away. She went to her room and was thinking of ideas to apologize to him. She came upon an idea. Next day, she woke up early and starting waking Kaustuki up. Both the girls got ready and went to the college. Sanyukta proceeded towards the terrace. She informed Kaustuki to be outside Vardaan Sir's cabin and inform her when Sir comes in the cabin. Once on the terrace, he took out a small teady bear stuff toy from her bag. She also took out her notepad and scribbled "I AM SORRY SIR", in bold and drew a crying smiley on it. She carefully tore that note at the top, rolled it and stuck it on the teady bear's tummy. She took out a rope from her bag and tied one end of the rope to the toy. Now, she was waiting for her prey to come. Vardaan entered the cabin. He told the peon to get some coffee. The peon obliged. Vardaan held the coffee mug and went towards the window. Here, Kaustuki called up Sanyukta and told her to implement her plan. Sanyukta carefully dropped the toy down still holding it by the rope. Slowly and carefully, she saw the stuff toy going down. 13^th floor, 12^th floor...8^th floor, and then 7^th floor. The toy reached Vardaan's window. Vardaan spotted it and held it. His upper body was out of the window and he was looking up. Sanyukta ran from the terrace. Vardaan looked at the stuff toy. He opened the note and read it. Initially, he smiled but then again the shrewd expressions were on his face. He threw the toy in the dustbin.

Sanyukta ran to her class for the lecture. She was panting heavily. After all, it's not an easy task to rum from the 14^th floor to the 2^nd floor, especially when the elevator is broken. And as usual, she was late for the lecture, Prof Vardaan's lecture.

Sanyukta: (Panting heavily) "Please, may I come in Sir?"

Vardaan: (Looking at her and thinking) "Oh my god, she actually came running from the terrace. Stupid girl! "

Sanyukta: "Sir, may I come in?"

Vardaan: "No. You are late."

Sanyukta: "Sir, I am S-O-R-R-Y, like really, really S-O-R-R-Y."

She said stressing on the word sorry to indicate him that she apologizes for her behaviour on the terrace. Vardaan understood it.

Vardaan: (Rudely) "Nope. Attend some other lecture. And Ms Agarwal, please start wearing a watch. At least, you'll be punctual."

He suddenly remembered the gifts he had got for her. But, how can he give her now. Especially, after so many things that transpired between them.

Sanyukta left. Vardaan felt sorry for her. She went to the canteen to continue with the sulking.

Sanyukta: (Talking to herself) "Yeh koi baat hui. Ek toh itne papad belo aur upar se itna attitude dikha rahe hai. Bekar mein itne subeh uth gayi, stuff toy pe paise waste kiye. Koi faayda nahi hua."

As days passed by, Sanyukta's every idea of apologizing to Vardaan failed. Eventually, she gave up. She thought, "shayad kismet yahi chaahti hai, ke humare beech cheezee kabhi normal na ho". Vardaan thought, "It's better that I stay away from her. Nobody will question her, ever." Two months passed by, and tomorrow was the day of Sanyukta's kathak competition. She was hell nervous. Though, she had prepared well for it. But still, she was nervous thinking about the grand scale that the competetion was going to be. There would be many eminent personalities from the field of kathak including the chief minister of the state. One night before, she sat on the bench of the garden and was practicing her hand mudras. She was mumbling, "Pathaka, Ardh-pathaka, Kapitha", and simultaneously her fingers were forming into different shapes. Vardaan was leaving for home. He put on his helmet when he saw her. His feet were automatically leading him to her. He came and stood behind Sanyukta. He started smiling and with amusement looked at what her palms were doing. She felt somebody standing behind her. She turned but Vardaan bent down immediately. Slowly, he stood up and went away from that spot.

Next morning on Sunday, there was a hustle and bustle in Sanyukta's room. Kaustuki and Sanyukta were arranging the stuff required for the competition. Costumes, make up, jewellery, ghungroo etc. Finally, she packed up all what will be required. She bid kaustuki good bye. Kaustuki wished her luck. The Dean got an invitation from the chief minister for this competition. He had no plans to go. But, next morning, the chief minister himself called him up to reassure that he was coming. The Dean was tongue tied. He told the CM that he will revert to him in a moment. He called up Vardaan and explained him everything.

Vardaan: "Dean, are you drunk? I mean, have you gone insane? I and, kathak competition? What the hell am I supposed to do there? And on a Sunday?"

Dean: "Samajh ne ki koshish karo Vardaan. CM ne khud dobara call kiya hai confirm karne ke liye. You know, this institute receives heavy donations from him. That, ba***rd is trying to get women votes, from this competition and nothing else. So, he thinks, that if somebody from this prestigious institute tags along with him, it will increase his status among the public. I would have gone, but I have some important family commitments."

Vardaan: "But, Dean. I don't even know th e CM. And kathak? I am gonna get hell bored."

Dean: "I know Vardaan. But, please for me atleast."

With lot of hesitation from vardaan and a with lot of persuasion from Dean, Vardaan finally agreed. The Dean informed the PA of the CM, that the best professor of the institute would be coming. He was happy.

Prof Vardaan got ready to go to the competiton. He went on his bike and reached the venue. It was some auditorium. There was a huge crowd including the contestants, their make up artistes, parents of the contestants, audience, the chief guests etc. The caterers were busy taking the food items inside the auditorium. On one side, the volunteers were checking the invitation passes of the people and letting them in. Some other volunteers dressed in traditional sarees were welcoming the chief guests. Vardaan called the personal assistant of the CM. He informed him that they would be reaching within 15 mins. Vardaan sulked. He hated unpunctual people. He sat on his bike. After about 15 to 20 mins, the CM arrived. Vardaan got down from his bike, removed his sunglasses and went towards the CM. He put his hand forward for a handshake.

Vardaan: "Hello Sir, I am Professor Vardaan. The Dean might have informed you about me coming."

CM: "Oh, yes, yes. Come let's go inside"

Once inside, the CM was bugging Vardaan with his election strategies and was introducing Vardaan to people with whom Vardaan would never meet in this lifetime. They met other chief guests as well. The function started. The host came on the stage and started with the introduction of each and every chief guest. The audience was getting bugged and so was Vardaan. Thankfully, the host did not have any description of Vardaan. Vardaan thought he was saved from the embarrassment. One by one, the contestants came on the stage and started performing to cultural ryhtms. Vardaan bent forward to look at the 3 to 4 eminent chief guests cum judges from the field of kathak. They were engrossed and enjoying. In fact, they were even tapping their respective palms on the other palms. Vardaan felt like laughing. He looked at the contestants sheet. There were about 10 contestants and only 3 had performed. He was fed up of the classical music now. It was irritating his ears. The CM was busy playing games on his phone. Patiently, Vardaan sat through each and every performance. There was one last performance remaining. The host came again and said, "So ladies and gentlemen, I am so damn sure that you have enjoyed all the performances. But, all good things have to end. So, let me call upon the last contestant of the day, Ms. Sanyukta Agarwal."

Vardaan rubbed his ears to assure himself that he heard right. He heard the sound of her payal. She came walking on the stage. Vardaan dropped his jaw. He couldn't believe the sight in front of him. Sanyukta dressed in a full kathak attire. She was looking like a doll, just pretty. The music started. She started dancing. It was some Bollywood music mixed with some classical rythms. But her dance was pure kathak."What is she doing? Why did she choose this music. The guests won't like it. They are from a very old generation", he thought. Sanyukta hadn't seen him yet. Her eyes were one by one on all the chief guests. She saw the CM and next to the CM, she saw Prof Vardaan. For a nano second, she froze due to the shock. Vardaan, raised his eyebrows, smiled and silenty said the words, "Come on, dance!" She read his lips and started dancing again. Even the CM left the game and was looking at her. Vardaan was again lost in her. He remembered that encounter he had with her on the terrace. Sanyukta was dancing gracefully. Suddenly, something pricked her. It was earring of the previous contestant. The pointed part of that earring was pricking her feet. Not once, not twice, not thrice but many times. Still, her expressions were undaunted. But, her eyes were telling a different story. Vardaan could make out that something was troubling her. Her performance got over. The audience was pretty impressed. There were whistles and claps everywhere. The audience was screaming,"once moe, once more!" Even Vardaan couldn't resist. He clapped hard.

Sanyukta rushed to the changing room. Vardaan excused himself and went towards backstage. His family woke up again:

Angel: "Whoa...that was a rocking performance. I thoroughly enjoyed it. At least one benefit of coming here. Yes Vardaan. Go and congratulate her."

Demon: "Yeah...that was a so so kind of performance. By the way, the music she chose was not that good. What say Vardaan? Now you please come out of Sanyukta land. She is a professional dancer. This is her job. This girl always brings troubles along with her."

Angel: "You are just jealous. I think Vardaan, you have elongated the cease fire to a great extent. Remember all those times she had come to you to tell Sorry. But, you didn't budge. Remember how her face used to fall every time. Moreover, I think, something is troubling her right now. She needs help."

Vardaan: "Yeah, you are right. I should go to him."

The demon hit his forehead.

Vardaan was now backstage. But, he had no idea about Sanyukta's whereabouts. He asked one of the volunteers about it. The volunteer told him to go to room no 5. Inside the room, Sanyukta was sitting on the couch. Her feet were bleeding and she was in pain. She heard somebody knock. She thought, that some contestant might have come. She screamed, "Ya, you can come in". She was looking down holding her feet and crying. Vardaan came inside and saw her condition. He came forward, bent down on his knees in front of Sanyukta and held her feet. Sanyukta looked up at him and was shocked. He gently moved his palms onto the wound. Sanyukta's tears dropped on his palms.

Sanyukta: (Trying to free her feet from his grip)"Sir, it's OK. I'll manage."

Vardaan: "Do you have a first aid kit?"

She responded in negative. Vardaan went outside and requested a volunteer to provide him a first aid box. After a few minutes she gave him one. Vardaan went inside the room. He again knelt in front of Sanyukta and carefully kept her little feminine feet on his thighs. He first cleaned the wound, applied antiseptic cream and carefully bandaged it.

Vardaan: "There you go. It's done. Will you be able to walk?"

She nodded.

Sanyukta: "Sir, how come you are here?"

Vardaan: "Ahh...don't ask."

Sanyukta came ahead and kept her palm on her chin. She was smiling now. Vardaan narrated the whole story. Sanyukta laughed like a child. "The audience liked your dance. For a moment, even the CM was concentrating", he told her. Vardaan offered to get some snacks for both of them. She agreed. Both of them ate it silently. Vardaan again started the conversation saying, "You were awesome. I mean, your dance was too good."

Sanyukta: "Really? You think so?"

Vardaan: "Of course. You were fabulous on the stage."

Both of them were lost in each other's eyes. A volunteer came inside and told her to come out as they would be announcing the winner soon. Sanyukta bid him good bye and proceeded towards the stage. The CM started with his long speech about how he will improve the conditions of women and children, post elections. The audience were yawning. The contestants were tired. Finally, some body told the CM to end his speech as they were running out of time.

CM: "So now. Talking about this competition, though, each one of the contestants were maestros and I thoroughly enjoyed each performance, there has to be only one winner. The winner for this competition is Miss Sanyukta Agarwal!"

Sanyukta was thrilled, excited, elated, glad, cheerful and happy. She jumped screaming, yes, yes, yesss!!' She went onto the stage to collect her award. The CM congratulated her and presented her the award. The photographer insisted for a picture to be clicked with the CM. The CM agreed. After collecting the award, she immediately called home. Her family was very happy. Each one of the chief guests congratulated her. She was a busy person this day. She went backstage, the contestants congratulated her. She changed her attire and was now dressed in jeans and top. She was constantly on the phone. Talking on the phone, she came out of the auditorium, sat in an auto rickshaw and was gone to the hostel.