Well, hello guys. Most of you probably not know me. I am Tooba. I have been a silent reader of all Ffs, OS, and SS. A friend of mine has been bugging me for a while. She wants me to write an OS based the current track. Calls herself a friend, that girl! Just kidding, but I really don't know why she wants me to write, seeing I am not a writer. But, nevertheless, here I am writing on her request as I sit in Global Studies. Lol, sorry for any mistakes. It's gonna be an effect of my teacher's ongoing drone about some Chinese emperor whose name I can't even pronounce. So here it goes...
It was an unusually chilly morning. A cold wind blew over the yellow leaves on the ground. The atmosphere was peculiar. After the boiling afternoons, a normal person would give anything for a nice, chilly day. However, as Samrat Shergill looked out his window, he didn't feel like a normal person. It was dark and chilly. His thoughts were disrupted by his cell phone ringing. Without bothering to look at the caller ID, he picked up the phone.
G: Good morning, Samrat. Mera phone tumne subha 8 baje pehli bell par utha liya? Kya baat hai Mr. Shergill? Gunjan's cheery voice brightened up the dull morning.
S: Company ka asar hai Chashmish. Koi tumhare saath rahe aur tumhari achaayian use effect na kare, aisa ho sakta hai kya? Every talk with his Chashmish after lying to her had been torturous, and this conversation was no exception. His pain was visible through his voice. And Gunjan sensed it.
G: Kya baat hai Samrat? Tum theek to ho? Agar koi baat hai to tum mujhe bata sakte ho. I'm sure aisi koi problem nahi hai jiska hum solution nahi nikal...
S: Chasmish, Chashmish, Chashmish... Relax! Mujhe bolne ka mauka dogi? Mujhe kuch bhi nahi hua.
G: Mujhse jhoot bologe? Mujhe pata hai ke tum aaj ke MBA ke test ki wajah se tensed ho, right?
S: Tum mujhe kitne ache se jaanti ho na Chashmish? Acha mein phone rakhta hoon. Mujhe last minute preparations karni hai. Baad mein baat karte hain.
Before Gunjan had a chance to reply, the line was disconnected.
G: Bechara, kitna pareshan hai. Mujhe uske liye kuch karna chahiye. Mein uske liye gajar ka halwa bana ke uske ghar jaati hun. Iss tarha se uski help bhi kardoongi study mein aur usse cheer up bhi. Haan, yehi theek rahe ga. She thought to herself and made her way to the kitchen.
S: Nahi kar sakta mein yeh! Kitni khush thi Chashmish mere liye. Kya kahoon mein usse, ke mein subah 8 baje isliye utha Saturday morning go taake basketball team ki girls mere ghar aakar strategy discuss kar sakein? Kyun jhoot bol raha hoon mein usse? Acche ke alawa aur kya chaha hai ussne mera? Phir bhi mein usse dhokha de raha hoon. Nahi dude, tu apne aap ko dhokha de raha hai. Chashmish se jhoot bolneka matlab hai ke main khud se jooth bol raha hoon. Nahi, ab aur nahi. Mein usse sab sach bata doon ga. Kal, Sunday ko mein usse milne uske ghar jaoonga.
With these thoughts, Samrat made his way downstairs and started gulping down his breakfast. The girls were going to be there any minute now. Just as he finished, the doorbell rang.
S: Coming! He shouted down the hall.
A: Hi sir! Humari team spirit dekhiye, basketball keliye hum Saturday ko subah 7 baje uth gaye aur 8 baje aapke ghar ke bahar khare hain!
S: Woh to main dekh raha hun Ash and I must say that I'm impressed!
A: You should be! Aapko andaaza bhi hai ke Di ke sawalon se bach ke nikalna kitna mushkil tha. God!
S: Chashmish tumhari fikr karti hai aur tumhe to khush hona chahiye ke usse tumhara itna khayal hai. Anyways, tum sab bahar kyun khare ho? Andar ao, and let's get started.
10 minutes later, all the girls had made themselves comfortable in Samrat's living room and were discussing the strategy for the "big game" coming up. Samrat was only half listening. He was lost in a world of his own.
S: Yeh saari mess jo maine create ki hai, main jald hi isse theek kardoonga. I promise you Chashmish, tomorrow will be a new beginning for us.
*Cut to Gunjan's house*
G: Hmm, smell to kaafi achi aarahi hai. Halwa kha kar thori energy aayegi. Pata nahi breakfast bhi kiya hai ya nahi usne. Ab uske ghar jaakar hi pata chalega.
Putting the halwa in a bag, she made her way towards Samrat's house.
*Cut to Shergill House*
S: Okay girls, tum log kaafi ache tareeke se samajh gaye ho ke hamein court mein kya karna hai aur jis tarha so tumlog yahan discuss kar rahe the, usse to yehi lagta hai ke who Cup to hum hi jeetenge. Just remember, ke game jeetne keliye aik acchi player hi nahi, aik acchi team ki zaroorat hai. Jab tak tumlog... Ash? Ash, tumne sunna maine kya kaha?
Ash was unblinkingly looking somewhere behind Samrat. Her unresponsive attitude agitated Samrat and he whirled around. Behind him, standing by the door stood Gunjan. Well by the time he had turned around, she no longer stood there. Samrat caught only a glimpse of her as she dashed out of his house, putting a tiffin on a nearby table.
S: Crap! Aise mere saath hi kyun hota hai!
Saying ran to catch up with Gunjan, leaving behind an astonished group of girls. While Ash was left dumbstruck, the other girls tried to make sense of everything. To most of them, there counselor had showed up at their basketball coach and ex-trustee's house carrying a tiffin. As whispers broke out between the group, Ash stood still wondering how mad her Di was going to be.
*Outside Shergill House*
S: Chasmish please ruko! Mujhe explain karne ka mauka do! Please Chashmish!
G: Samrat mujhe akela chor do please.
S: Chashmish aise mat jao! Please kuch to bolo!
Unexpectedly, she turned around and walked up to him.
G: Main tumse baad mein baat karungi, Samrat. Bye.
With that she left, leaving behind a devastated Samrat.
S: Chashmish, agar tumne mujhe daata hota, mujhse naraaz hogayi hoti to bhi main kuch nahi bolta. Lekin tum mujhse bina kuch kahe chali gayi. Chashmish main tumhe hurt karna nahi chahta tha. Jin aankhon mein maine aansoon na lane ka waada kiya tha, aaj un aansuon ki wajah mein phir se ban gaya! Chasmish mujhe aik mauka do, please.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder and was surprised to find Ash when he turned around.
S: Ash tum?
A: Sir, aaj jo hua, theek nahi hua. Main di ko jaanti hun, abhi wo app se naraaz hain lekin app chinta na karein. Thori der mein unhe sab clearly nazar aayega aur wo aap ke paas wapas aajayengi. Unhe ye realize karne ki der hai ke MBA kabhi aapka dream that hi nahi. Aapka past, present, aur future basketball mein hai Sir aur yeh baat Di bhi acche se jaanti hain. Wo iss waqt bus aapke jhoot ki wajah se hurt hain.
S: Mein usse hurt nahi karna chahta tha, Ash. MBA ki wajah se mere aur Chashmish ke beech ki dooriyan dheere dheere kam horahi theen. Aur mujhe laga ke agar maine usse sach bata diya to jo friendship meri Chashmish ke saath MBA ki wajah se phirse hui, kahin wo bhi na toot jayye. Mein usse phir so khona nahi chahta tha. Lekin, mein usse khota hi kaise. Wo kabhi phirse meri hui hi nahi. Maine jhoot bol kar yeh friendship haasil ki, aur jhoot ki bunyad par bani hui relationship kabhi friendship ho hi nahi sakti.
A: Sir, mein aapko aur Di ko itna to jaanti hoon ke mein keh sakti hoon ke aap log iss problem se bhi bahar aajayenge. Di aapki baat zaroor sunengi, aap bus unhe thora time dijiye. Mujhe chalna chahiye. Bye
S: Heyy Ash! Samrat shouted as she made her way towards her car.
A: Yes sir?
S: Thanks
She smiled and drove off.
*Gunjan's House*
G: Aisa kyun hua? Samrat ne phir mujhse jhoot bola. Main usse kaise maaf karun? Her brain asked her
However, her heart had a different story to tell.
(GB- Gunjan's Brain and GH- Gunjan's heart)
GH: Maaf karna? Kya yeh tera haq bhi hai Gunjan?
GB: Kya matlab hai tumhara? Maine aik friend hone ke naate uske liye itna sab kuch kiya aur usne badle mein mujhse jhoot bola?
GH: Aur karta bhi kya bechara? Tu uspe apne decisions thop ti gayi aur expectations ke burden mein usse dabate gayye aur phir bhi ussne kuch nahi kaha?
GB: Lekin ussne mujh se jhoot kaha! Wo mujhe sach bhi to bata sakta tha na..
GH: Sach bata ne ka mauka kab diya tune usko. Har baar wo chup raha take tu khush rahe.
GB: Iski baat mat sun Gunjan!
GH: Bas Gunjan! Aur kitna bhaage gi apne aapse? Samrat se? Guilt ke bojh se mar rahi hai tu to usse kuch kehti kyun nahi? Ja maafi maang usse aur ji apni zindagi!
GB: Nahi Gunjan! Usse maafi maange jaayegi aur usne tujhe apni zindagi se nikal diya to kya kare gi tu? Mat jana!
GH: Ab bhi kaunsa ji rahi hai tu? Aur uska kya? Tum kabse inti selfish hogayi Gunjan?
G: BAS!!! Bahut hua. Ab mein aur nahi sehh sakti! Humesha mein itni bari bhool kaise kar baith ti hoon. Iss bar to main uss ka acha sochne chali thi aur usse itna majboor kardiya ke ussne mujhse hi jhoot bola. 3 saal maine usse aisi galti ka zimmedar theraya jo usne kabhi ki hi nahi thi phir bhi ussne kuch nahi bola. Aaj phir jab galti meri thi, to wo sorry kehna chahta tha. Maine to usse, yeh mauka bhi nahi diya. Bhale hi main usska pyaar deserve nahi karti lekin main usske paas jaungi. Wo yeh sab deserve nahi karta. Har baar galti meri hoti hai lekin wo sab kuch theek karta hai, lekin iss baar mein jaungi is ko paas. Main apne Samrat ko apne pass laungi. Usse itni khushiyan dungi ke wo apna har gham bhula dega.
She wiped away her tears and ran out of her house. She was going to make things better. Right now!
G: Ash! Ash! Mujhe tumse baat kuch baat karni hai!
A: Aayi Di!
Hoping that it's not too bad she made her way downstairs. But the sight surprised her. A smiling Gunjan awaited her with a hurried look on her face.
A: Ji Di?
G: Tumhe pata hai ke Samrat kahan hoga?
A: Sir to abhi ghar se nikle hain college ke liye. Unhe Principal se baat karni hai ke basketball team discontinue hor rahi hai.
G: What? Wo aisa nahi karsakta! Mujhe abhi usse baat karni hogi! Main tumse baat mein milti hoon.
Gunjan almost ran out of the house. Ash stood rooted to her spot. She had expected a big lecture on lying, but maybe, today was just her lucky day. She knew her Di would come around, but she didn't expect it to be so soon. She was happy for both of them and a small smiled played on her lips as she thought about how happy Samrat Sir would be.
Pheww! Okay so I didn't exactly finish it during Global Studies, so I was working on it during Lunch too. Anyways, tell me how it is. My dear Nida, this one's for your! Now don't bugg me anymore! Lol, jk. I am expecting feedback, positive or negative. Tell me how it is. I know it was really long. And i am sorry for my crappy writing. Most of you are probably thinking that the girl doesn't even know the W of Writing and I know that its true. My intentions were not to bore you. I just wrote it on a friends request and I hope you liked it. Comments please!!
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