Samrat was finally to be released from jail, thanks to Mayank. He had looked into the matter very minutely, and after a lot of effort, he had found out that RV had trapped Samrat. The entire gang was waiting outside the jail, waiting for Samrat to be released. Gunjan waited with utmost impatience. She wasn't able to bear even a moment without Samrat now.
She clutched Nupur's hand tightly, waiting impatiently for Samrat to be released.
"Gunjan, it's okay, he'll be out any moment now." Nupur assured her. Gunjan just nodded absentmindedly, still looking at the Jail's gate. What was taking him so long?
Gunjan's POV:
What was taking them so long to release Samrat? Had they changed their mind for some reason? No, but Mayank proved it to them that Samrat was innocent, then why isn't he out of jail yet? I have been waiting since ages, and there's still no sign of him. Oh god, I am not able to bear even a moment without him. I'm just dying to meet him. He's suffered so much, and I'll make sure he wouldn't suffer more. I won't let such a thing happen to him ever again. I will never ever leave him alone like that. It was my fault entirely. Why did I leave him and go away like that? I was being so selfish. I wasn't able to bear it anymore. Why wasn't he out yet? What were they doing?
I turned to look at my di, who was waiting anxiously beside me. I clutched her hand tightly, and she looked at me. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I know I was being too impatient, but I couldn't help it, could I? This was Samrat we were talking about; That Samrat, whom I couldn't imagine my life without. Sure, I loved him a lot, and he knew nothing about it. But still, he considered me his special friend, and that's what that mattered the most to me.
"Gunjan, it's okay, he'll be out any moment now." Di tried to assure me. But I clearly wasn't paying any attention to her assurance. I just needed to see Samrat walk out of that gate there. What was taking him so long? My eyes flickered from time to time, until it finally rested on one place.
There, a few feet away, he was standing, staring right back at me. Before I could stop myself, tears began streaming down my eyes.
Samrat's POV:
I sat inside the cell, completely lifeless. Sheena's words kept ringing in my head. Samrat, Gunjan is something more than a friend to you. Yes, Gunjan was certainly more special to me than Dia, Benji or even Uday for that matter. I never felt the same way for them like the way I felt for Gunjan. But what was it that I felt? Maybe it was more than friendship, but I wasn't able to analyze exactly what.
"Hey, you've been bailed." The havaldar spoke up, breaking my reverie. I got out of my trance and looked up at the havaldar, who was gazing at me intently. I had a confused look on my face. Bailed? Who? Why? When?
"What are you thinking about? You don't want to go home?" the havaldar asked indignantly.
"But, who gave me bail?" I asked him, feeling absolutely confused.
The havaldar just shook his head and approached my cell to unlock it. I immediately stood up, and waited till the havaldar unlocked the cell. The moment he was done, I immediately got out from there.
I was finally out of jail, and it felt so good to be breathing in some fresh air. Suddenly it clicked me. Would Gunjan be there to receive me? What are you even thinking Samrat? Of course she'll be there for you. Gunjan has always been with you, come what may. How can you even doubt her presence, especially when you're being released from jail? I just hit my head with my hand softly, and continued to walk.
The small distance felt like a vast hurdle I had to cross. I was just a few minutes away from meeting my chashmish, but yet it felt like days. I walked slowly, each time thinking of how I would react on seeing chashmish.
Finally, there was the gate. I couldn't take it any longer, and I hurriedly walked towards it, and my feet automatically stopped at the gate, as I stared right at the person I was dying to see a few moments back.
There she was, my chashmish, looking at me. But why was she crying? That was one thing I could not tolerate. I could not tolerate my chashmish crying, especially if she was crying because of me. I stood still, looking at her. For the first time in my entire life, I felt like crying too.
Third Person POV:
Gunjan and Samrat stood a few feet away from each other, both feeling happy to be able to finally see each other. Gunjan had tears streaming down her eyes, while Samrat could feel the tears well up in his eyes. They both slowly moved towards each other, looking nowhere else but at each other. Samrat could see the relief in Gunjan's eyes, the satisfaction, the happiness. She cared so much for him. How could he not see how much she cared for him? How was he so blind to have chosen Sheena over her?
They both stood facing each other, just few inches apart. Gunjan couldn't control it any longer, and she broke down on seeing Samrat. Samrat couldn't see Gunjan crying like this, so he went closer to her and hugged her tightly.
Gunjan readily hugged Samrat back, feeling warm and comfortable in his arms.
Samrat felt a strange kind of bliss in Gunjan's arms. It was like he wanted to hold on to her forever. She was his only support in life. His only strength, yet his only weakness. Samrat hugged her tightly, while Gunjan reciprocated in the same manner.
They both stood like that for what seemed like ages, finding solace in each others arms. It was as if the ever increasing distance between them had finally disappeared. Nothing was a greater truth than this, that, sure, love had different forms. And this surely was one of its purest forms ever.
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