*JAB THEY MET* Updated Part 3 on pg.7 - Page 3

Nupur shrieked...."Gunjan!!!!!" ....everywhere on every news channel Gunjan's name was being flashed...Gunjan entered the room "Kya hai di??? Aap itna chilla kyun rahi ho...chipkali hai kya?"
"Nahi meri pyaari behena ...teri kismat khilli..." she said pointing at the news. Gunjan heard the commentary.."aur....win a date with samrat ki winner hai...Gunjan Bhushan..." she widened her eyes with disbelief "Di apne mera naam likh diya!!!"
"Woh...mujhe laga ki kaafi silly tha isiliye tera name likh ke sabmit kardiya....mujhe kya pata tha ki yeh entry jeet jayegi..." Nupur explained sheepishly.
"Di...ab main kya karungi????" Gunjan frowned.
"Date enjoy kar..." Nupur encouraged trying to smile at Gunjan.
"nahi di....aap chali jaana...waise bhi unhe kaise pata hoga ki Nupur kaun hai aur Gunjan kaun hai...." Gunjan said trying behave relaxed....her stick legs were shaking terribly and she was clecnching her fists tight....to prevent her tension from surfacing.
KNOCK! KNOCK! "Gunjan bhushan yahaan rehte hain?" a clear voice rang from downstairs. The tw3o sisters heard their butler answering.."jee woh upar hain..." and then a quick shuffling of feet and a whole pack of media ppl burst into their room...." Aap mein se Gunjan Bhushan kaun hai?" one reported hurriedly asked. Nupur quickly pointed at Gunjan and moved away from the focus of the camera...
"So how does it feel to win a date with the singing sensation of the country?"
"You have bcum a celebrity of one-day! ne comments?"
"What do you think appealed to Samrat in your entry?"
Gunjan just stared blankly while the cameras rolled and questions were being slapped non-stop on her face. "Gunjan jee aap kuch bolenge?" one angry reporter poked.
"er...mujhe bahut accha mehsoos ho raha hai yeh contest jeetkar....I feel on top of the world...and no more comments thank you!"
Nupur gave her a thumbs up and the whole pack was pushed out by the butler and Nupur who took charge of her sister's safety ...."you okay?" she asked Gunjan now concerned....
"Gunjan just nodded...and the phone sprang to life...Gunjan picked it up...
Samrat-Hello is this Miss. Gunjan bhushan?
Gunjan's heart skipped a beat...she could recognize that voice anywhere...
Gunjan-Jee..
Samrat-Samrat here...so...what time do I pick you up tomorrow for soccer???
Gunjan-kya!!!!!
She covered the receiver and asked Nupur..."soccer ka kya mamlaa hai?"
Nupur slappede her forehead and bit her tongue..."yaar main bhool gayi tu toh soccer nahi khel sakti.....tu usse bol ki tujhe soccerse sakt nafrat hone lagi hai...aur ab music hi tera passion hai..."
Gunjan-Jee...mujhe ab soccer pasand nahi hain....ab music ka shauk chadh gaya hai...
Samrat-...tum bahut fast ho bhai!!! Itni jaldi pasand badal deti ho...koi baat nahi....soccer ho ya music.....kal samrat sirf tumhare saath hoga...
Gunjan- main 6:00am tayar rahungi...
Samrat almost dropped his blackberry...and swallowed..."6:00am.....theek hain!"
He cut off the call b4 he received more shocks..."....hope tomorrow isn't a disaster...."he prayed.
Gunjan turned to Nupur with tears in her eyes..."Di..yeh apne kya kardiya???"
Nupur looked miserably at her..."Dekh Gunjan...bas kal ki toh baat hain...chal hum shopping chaltein hain....kapde-shapde khareedne hain tere liye...aakhir Rockstar Samrat ki date hain tu!!!"
Gunjan sighed within "...haan di yehi toh farak hain...mujhe Rockstar samrat ki date nahi ban ni hain...mujhe Samrat-the man chahiye date ke liye..."