Thousands Years... Sajan OS... Happy B'Day Vishu :D

Happy Birthday Vishu my Sweet Behna

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I've promised you there will be a surprise for you on your Birthday so here it goes... A SAJAN OS... Hope you like it 😳 😳

The Title is from the song Thousands Years...

Heart beats fast
Colours and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid
To fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt
Suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died every day
waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more

Time stands still
beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything
Take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath,
Every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died every day
Waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more

And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more

One step closer
One step closer

I have died every day
Waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid,
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more

And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more

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JAISALMER...

"Samrat, Adi, Purab"... Benji came running to his friends when Samrat was busy capturing down the distant temple on the pages of his sketchbook that was partial visible from the top of the fort...

"What is it Benji??"... Adi and Purab asked in unison while Samrat continued with his sketching...

"Girls"... Benji announced with super excitement...

"What? Where? Rajasthani kudis!!"...

"No Adi, school girls... There is another school visiting the fort apart from ours and it is a girl's school... Lady Carmel School from Delhi and the girls are so hot yaar in their knee length skirts"...

"Really!! What a treat dude!! I hope you are not kidding, come on let's go"... Adi and Purab started immediately...

"Samrat; champ, aren't you coming??" Purab asked before leaving...

"You guys carry on, I will join you soon" Samrat replied... They had only one day to spend inside the fort and he want to sketch as many as he can before leaving in the evening... Girls can always wait for Samrat Shergill...

*****

"Girls, this is definitely not done... We are in the eleventh standard for god's sake and we are here to enjoy this trip... But they are ruining everything... First of all we have to wear our boring school dress during this visit inside the fort and now we are not even permitted to roam freely here"... Dia frowned...

Ash and Suhaani together second her at once...

"Hi!!"...

All the three girls turned back to find the source of the voice... Three boys were standing there in school uniforms...

"Hi"... Dia, Ash and Suhaani replied back gleefully...

And within no times the group of three boys and three girls disappeared from the place while Gunjan was too busy taking notes from the guide who was narrating the history of Jaisalmer...

*****

"Excuse me"...

Samrat raised his eyes from his sketchbook to find a cute looking girl with specs and two ponytails on both sides standing before him... She was fidgeting with her notebooks in one hand and the other she had clutched onto the long strap of her yellow tweety side bag...

She was hell nervous and Samrat could easily figure it out...

"Have you seen any girls from Lady Carmel School this side?? Actually my friends left with some of the boys from your school and now I can't find them anymore or anyone from my group... I was actually busy taking notes from the guide for my project and didn't pay attention when they disappeared... And now it is almost evening and we were supposed to leave this place by 5 o'clock and... and..."

She looked at her left wrist which had a cute pink tweety watch tied onto it...

"And it is already 5.10 pm and I have been searching everywhere for long but... but I..." She couldn't say any more and already on the verge of crying...

"Whoa, just relax Tweety, don't panic" Samrat jumped on to his feet...

"I'm not Tweety" Gunjan sniffed...

"Ok fine, so what's your name?? By the way I'm Samrat" He extended his hand towards her which she avoided stepping back as if she would get an electric shock if touched...

"What's the need to know my name?? I just want to know if you have seen anyone from my school"...

"No Tweety, I haven't seen anyone" Samrat replied shrugging his shoulders...

"I'm not Tweety" She said once again and turning back started walking towards the other direction...

"Ok fine Chashmish... I won't call you Tweety" Samrat replied from back and followed her... She was walking towards the opposite direction of the exit way...

*****

"Why are you following me??" Gunjan stopped all of a sudden and asked Samrat who was behind her...

"I'm not following you Tweety, I'm coming with you" Samrat replied...

"Why are you coming with me?? I don't need your help" Gunjan tried to show some anger in her voice and gesture... She was so sure this boy Samrat or whatever was trying to flirt with her...

"FYI your friends has kidnapped my friends, so I need you to find them" Samrat smiled mischievously...

"Haww"... Her mouth turned into a perfect O shape and her cute hazel eyes popped out... "Liar liar, my friends didn't kidnap your friends... It's just the opposite" She replied folding her arms...

"Gosh!! How can someone be so so so cute" Samrat thought in his mind staring at her face... He could kiss her...

Wait what!!! Samrat mentally slapped himself... Such a weird thought...

"Umm, listen Tweety you're going the wrong way"... Samrat adjusted his thoughts and said in a composed tone... "It's already 5.20 pm and we have to reach the gate by the next ten minutes... I'm pretty sure our friends too will meet us there"...

"FYI that's where I'm going" Gunjan replied still folding her arms and flaring her nose...

"FYI you're going the opposite direction" Samrat too folded his arms imitating her...

"Whatever; I will find my own way" Gunjan replied and left from there walking towards the same direction she was going... Just one turn and she found herself before a dead end...

"Are you done with your expedition Tweety??" Gunjan heard Samrat's voice from behind... "Now come with me, we have only five minutes left now" Samrat caught hold of her hand and pulled her along with him walking towards the exit way... She was wriggling her wrist trying hard to get rid of Samrat's tight grip, but all her attempts went in vain...

*****

Within next two minutes Samrat reached the exit with Gunjan... They were just in time... The fort gate closed sharp at 6 pm... And they were given instruction to reach their respective school buses by 5:30 pm...

"So we are here Tweety" Samrat released her hand... "There is your bus and there are your friends" Samrat pointed towards the Lady Caramel school bus where Dia, Ash and Suhaani were standing and giggling with Benji, Adi and Purab... Al the other girls had already gathered near the bus...

"You're welcome Tweety" Samrat gave her a reminder with a mischievous smile staring at her face and reading her mind...

"Umm, yes I was going to say... Thank you" Gunjan replied sheepishly still fidgeting with her tweety side bag once again...

"Just a Thank you!!" She was about to leave when Samrat caught hold on her wrist from back...

"Meaning??" Gunjan asked in a confusing tone... "What else do you want??"...

"Your name" She heard him say...

"What's the need to know my name??" Gunjan asked...

"I've said mine... So, don't you think it a courtesy to share yours??" Samrat asked politely...

"Gunjan" She replied with a smile... By the time she was convinced that he wasn't flirting with her rather helping her to find her way back to the fort gate...

"Ok Gunjan nice meeting you" She heard him say and the very next moment she felt a pull on her wrist that Samrat was holding bringing Gunjan towards him and he pecked her right cheek and before Gunjan could react he was gone...

"I will see you soon Tweety" Gunjan watched him running towards his school bus standing there touching her cheek still thinking what just happened...

Samrat reached near his bus with the other boys and before getting in turned back once last time towards her and waved his hand bidding goodbye...

Gunjan walked towards her school bus slowly; her eyes fixed on the other school bus which just left the fort with its students... She kept watching the bus until it vanished...

DELHI... SIX MONTHS LATER...

"Gunjan, the baraat has already arrived" Ash and Suhaani came running in the room where Gunjan and Dia were busy preparing Nupur on her big day...

"Wow, that's great... Gunjan now don't forget what we have planned, you are Nupur Di's sister and main saali to Mayank Jiju... So, you should be the one to steal Jiju's shoes and don't get afraid of Jiju's friends and brothers" Dia excitedly reminded Gunjan about their plan...

"Yes Gunjan, we will be there to distract the groom side boys and you make sure to hide the shoes meantime" Suhaani encouraged Gunjan and the girls together hugged Nupur before taking her down to the altar...

*****

"Samrat, champ we have to protect Bhaai's shoes properly... The girls should not even get a chance to get anywhere near" Purab whispered in Samrat's ear while Mayank was being welcomed with the arti at his future in-laws...

"Don't worry Purab; girls can never win over Samrat Shergill" Samrat gave his best lopsided grin...

*****

Every pair of eyes in the wedding hall was staring at the stairs where two girls were guiding the beautiful bride to the altar where the handsome groom was waiting with so much love in his eyes...

But only one pair of eye was fixed on to the girl in sunshine yellow lehenga choli beside Nupur Bhabi...

"Tweety!!" Samrat wondered...

"Who's she??" Samrat asked Purab pointing towards Gunjan to verify if it was actually her...

"Oh, she's Gunjan... Nupur Bhabi's sister... She is completely studious, not your type dude... Try finding some other girl" Purab replied...

But little does ke knows any other girl won't affect Samrat when his own Tweety was present before him...

"So we meet again Tweety" Samrat chuckled in his mind... "Get ready for the surprise"...

*****

Gunjan ran upstairs hiding from all with Mayank's shoes in her hand... With Dia, Ash and Suhaani distracting Mayank Jiju's brother and his friends, she had succeeded in their plan in stealing the shoes... Now only ten thousand cash and then only Mayank Jiju would get back his precious shoes...

She entered in her room with the shoes and closed the door from inside... Now only after hiding the shoes properly and safely she will get out of her room... She didn't know that Mayank Jiju's brother Purab and his friends were really silly... Dia, Ash and Suhaani knew them from before and it was so easy for them to distract those silly boys...

"But how come Dia, Ash and Suhaani know Purab and his friends!!" Gunjan suddenly thought... "Never mind" She shrugged her thought soon... "May be they had met in some common friend's party" Anyway she was never a party type girl so had always avoided them...

Gunjan was scanning her own room trying to find an appropriate place to hide the shoes... Cupboard?? No... Under bed?? Horrible... Wardrobe?? Yes... Her eyes shined up... No one would ever imagine searching Jiju's shoes in her wardrobe...

"Bad idea Tweety" Gunjan literally jumped at the place hearing a male voice in her room and a very familiar yet unusual name...

Tweety!! Did someone just call her Tweety?? No, no, no... It can't be... Gunjan turned back slowly towards the adjacent balcony to find out the source of the voice... And there he was standing in a blue sherwani; leaning on the balcony door with folded arms observing her every antics with that mischievous smile that Gunjan has been trying to forget for the last six months...

What was he doing here?? Or was he actually there?? Or was it another of her weird dreams about him that wasn't leaving her since that Jaisalmer trip where he had pecked her cheeks... Her cheeks turned red automatically as she stood there with the shoes in her hands gawking at him...

"Where have you vanished Tweety after that day?? I've been searching for you after returning from that trip... Do you have any idea how many days I have bunked my school and actually waited outside your school?? But my bad luck... Your school is completely on another part of the city and it turned out I could never make out during your closing time"

"You!! What??" Gunjan managed to say that much...

"You heard me Tweety" Samrat gave his best mischievous smile while approaching towards Gunjan making her step back with his every step... "But no worries, now I know your address all thanks to Mayank Bhaai for marrying your sister"...

Gunjan's back hit the wardrobe... And Mayank's shoes fell from her hand...

"So were you actually planning to hide these shoes in your wardrobe??" Samrat asked picking up the shoes...

"How do you know what I was thinking??" Gunjan asked...

"It's a talent I was born with Tweety"... Came the reply...

"Can you read minds??"... She asked innocently failing to get the pun intend...

"I can read yours" Samrat replied leaning towards her... "And it's saying you badly want to snatch the shoes from my hand and run out of here"...

"That's obvious" Gunjan replied promptly and tried to snatch the shoes from Samrat's hand but he held it high making Gunjan jump on her feet to grab them...

"Give... It... Back..." Gunjan continued jumping around Samrat while the later was enjoying this...

How she could be so sweet, Samrat wondered... She was trying her level best to get the shoes from Samrat and every time she missed it was infuriating her which was amusing for Samrat...

"Ok Tweety... Time out"... Samrat grabbed her waist by the other hand... "Let's make a deal... I will return the shoes to you and you can get whatever you want from Mayank Bhaai but in return what will I get??"...

Gunjan's eyes popped wide open hearing his words... He was playing the same tricks again that he had played back then at the Jaisalmer fort... She is not gonna fall into his trap once again...

"Nothing... You will get nothing" She replied trying to free herself from Samrat... "I don't the shoes, you can keep it"...

"Ok then" Samrat left her... "Grooms won"...

"Congrats" Gunjan said and started towards the door... But the sudden fall in her voice bothered Samrat... Was she upset??

Who was he kidding?? Off course she was upset and it was clear... All the cheerfulness in her voice and gesture swept away in one moment and that was the last thing Samrat wanted to do...

"Wait Tweety"... Samrat walked up to her and blocked her way before she could open the door... "Ok I'm sorry, didn't mean to hurt you"... He confessed...

"Here take it" He handed over the shoes in her hand...

"I don't want them... You won, take them to Jiju" Gunjan handed over the shoes back to Samrat...

"There is no fun in it" He handed it back to Gunjan...

"I don't want to win like this" Gunjan returned them back again...

"I don't wanna win like this either" Samrat replied... "Something else matters more to me"...

"I'm not gonna accept any of your condition" Gunjan replied folding her arms...

"You can accept my friendship atleast"... Samrat replied with his best charming smile... "That will do"... Samrat finally held out his hands and returned the shoes to Gunjan which she accepted...

"So now that you've accepted my friendship, can we go for a coffee on next Sunday??" Samrat asked...

"Just coffee??" Gunjan asked with a smile...

"No worries there will be snacks too... Treat from my side at Cafe Coffee Treat at 4 pm" Samrat replied smiling to which Gunjan nodded with an approval...

"Don't worry, that's our little secret"... Samrat pointed towards the shoes... "Hide them in your wardrobe if you want... No one else will know" He winked at her and walked out of the room closing the door behind...

SHIMLA... ONE YEAR LATER...

Indian National Institution of Arts and Music...

Gunjan entered the vast premises covered in green ... She would be staying here for the next three years pursuing her graduation in western classical music... A dream she has woven since she was in her fifth standard...

She has passed her board exam with an outstanding performance and all her family relatives have suggested various streams for her higher studies... Some suggested medical, some suggested engineering or MBA from abroad... But she chose Music and Literature...

It was her dream and she wanted to fulfil her dream... Her parents' support was also in her favour, they always knew how much passionate she was about her dream...

But they had wanted her to pursue her dream from some much more reputed university... They had wanted Gunjan to go abroad but she chose INIAM and not anywhere else as if this place has enchanted her...

*****

The giant auditorium of INIAM was decorated with flowers and curtains... Paintings of the students on the wall were enhancing the artistic elegance of the place... It was the Felicitation Ceremony for the students who had achieved brilliant performance in their respective fields...

Gunjan was wearing a golden and blue embroidery saari and waiting for the guests to arrive... She was one of the volunteer and she was waiting with flower bouquet in her hand along with the others... The bouquets were for the students who are going to be honoured...

The volunteers were standing in a queue on one side of the stage and the students who were going to be felicitated were standing on the other side... The host of the evening was announcing the names and each volunteer were entering with the flower bouquet and the certificate... Gunjan was waiting with bouquet and certificate on a glass platter until her turn arrived...

"Samrat Shergill" The host announced the next name...

Gunjan's hands started trembling with the glass platter in her hand when she heard the name and to make the matter worse the owner of the name entered the stage to receive his certificate... It was indeed Him...

Samrat entered the stage to receive his certificates and walked up to the Dean who was giving away the awards... That's when his eyes fell on the girl before him standing with the bouquet and certificates... It was Her... Gunjan...

Samrat was already lost in a pull of thoughts... Gunjan, his Tweety was here... How much he had missed her... How much he had tried to meet her, contact her... But he was forced to stay away far from her...

He had so much to tell her, so much to ask her... His eyes were already teary while his mind was completely somewhere else...

On the other hand Gunjan was feeling suffocating right now... She would have never come here to pursue her graduation had she knew he would be here too... She just don't want to feel so stupid once again that she had felt once one year ago a certain Sunday evening waiting for him at the Cafe Coffee Treat for three hours... But he never showed himself that day on any day thereafter...

*****

Samrat was searching for her after the felicitation ceremony but Gunjan was nowhere to be seen... He hadn't missed her expression on the stage... She was angry and he knew it... He had made her promise to go on a date and he didn't arrive that day... She definitely owes an explanation and an apology too... Though it was late; freaking one year late but still he wanted to apologise and clear everything...

"Gunjan" Samrat called out when he saw her coming out of the girl's washroom... Was she crying??

"Gunjan please listen to me once" Samrat tried to stop her but she wouldn't listen...

"Gunjan" Samrat caught her wrist trying to stop her but she jerked his hand forcefully causing the bouquet and certificate fell from Samrat's other hand...

"I'm here to complete my study Mr Shergill... So, I just don't want to be your toy" Gunjan replied furiously...

"Atleast give me a chance to explain" Samrat pleaded...

"Please leave me" Gunjan said and run towards the auditorium... The ceremony was still going on...

*****

Gunjan went to her friends and took a seat beside them... She just don't want to face him or meet him... He is exactly what she had assumed him at the first meeting at Jaisalmer Fort... A flirt who uses their charms and sweet talks to impress girls and play with them... She wants to stay far away from guys like Samrat Shergill...

The meritorious students who had been awarded were presenting their works... Each of them was a talent and Gunjan too wished to be a part of them someday...

It was Samrat's turn next and his name was announced on the stage where his works were all arranged... But he was nowhere to be seen...

"Samrat Shergill" The host started saying... "He is probably the most talented student presents here tonight... He is not only an artist, he is a gem... He is probably the one who he is here all by himself without any support from family"...

"Samrat Shergill had lost his parents in an accident the very day he had passed out from his school final one year ago... He is here all by himself and his passion and love for his dream that has bought him here today where he is... He is the only one here who apart from being a student in this university is also an artist who works here to fulfil his dream... And we all wish to see him as a self made man and a phenomenon artist"...

The whole auditorium was filled with applause when only one girl was shedding her tears stealthily... She was Gunjan... That's why he didn't arrive that day at the cafe and without letting him explaining she just explode...

"And now his creativities" The curtain on the large frame on the stage was removed and there was a charcoal painting of a girl standing alone holding the strap of her side bag... Her hair open and she was leaning on a wall and her eyes were watching the roads as if longing for somebody...

On the other painting it was the same girl but this time she was in a red bridal wear, a smile adorning her lips and the same longing in her eyes...

Both the painting titled "Waiting for You"...

Gunjan could hear a buzzing whispering sound that was increasing gradually... Every pair of eyes was on her... And she knew the exact reason... The girl in the paintings was her... Once when she was standing before Jaisalmer Fort watching him going away and the other was during the wedding only she was in sunshine yellow attire...

How?? When?? Thousands of questions were rising in her mind the answers of which belong to him only... Gunjan left the auditorium searching for him...

*****

"Samrat" Gunjan found him sitting on the terrace alone... "Those paintings!! What are those?? When did you?? How did you??..."

"Easy Tweety" She heard him say... "They are captured in my mind and always will be" He replied...

"Samrat what happened please tell me" Gunjan asked... "Why didn't you inform me about your parents??"...

"I didn't have your contact no so could not inform you that I won't be coming... Also Purab had left that day for London; he is studying there you must know... Mayank Bhaai and Nupur Bhabi were on their honeymoon so couldn't contact them either... As for me I had to join here only after three days... I'm working here too as a part time employee for paying my fees and my dad didn't left for me much and I don't have anyone else... So that's the reason I couldn't go and meet you or apologise"...

"So, let me do it for you then" Gunjan said... "I'm sorry... Sorry for leaving you alone"...

"And I'm sorry for making you wait" Samrat replied hugging her...

"It doesn't matter now... I will be waiting for you even if I had to wait for thousands years" Gunjan hugged him back...

The chilled breeze caressed them as they stood there in each other's arm safely not to be parted once again...