SAJAN SS... Silent Nights... Part 9A upd... - Page 38

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"Come with me Pari"...

Dia's voice was still echoing in her ears... She had always and in fact in her every dream had heard Dia say these three words to her... Come. With. Me.

And every time she had wished if she could have actually be with her mother and sister... Those were the days when she has always laughed and lived...

But now she had no such chance to be with her family once again... Running away no option at all... It was too late now...

She was sitting in her room before the dressing table in her red and golden bridal wears... Her hairs were braided from both side and tied up in a fashionable bun... Her Ira aunty has hired the best bridal makeup artist of the town for this auspicious day of her life...

And she with her two assistant were making Gunjan ready for her wedding day... Her makeup was almost over and the two assistants were busy adjusting the red wedding veil...

Gunjan had always dreamt of putting on a white long veil that would match with her snow white wedding gown... But guess her fate has other planning...

Ranvijay's family had the custom of tradition marriage where the bride has to be dressed in red and golden attire and gold jewellery... And her Ira aunty had made sure everything should be properly executed...

Her gold jewelleries were lying on the bed, ready for her to be decked up with...

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On the other part of the house standing before his father's photo that has just been decked with a fresh garland Samrat lighted the diya with moist eyes...

He would be severely heartbroken this day had he been alive... It was his dream to see his two children together forever which would remain unfulfilled only because of his silly son's stupid ego...

May be he is watching everything and everyone from somewhere above with a sore heart...

"I'm sorry Dad... I had been a fool always and now the biggest looser... Hope you can forgive me"...

A friendly touch on his shoulder made Samrat turn back to find Benji standing there with consolation in his eyes...

"Don't worry Samrat, once this wedding is over and you returned to Mumbai then everything will be fine"...

"I wish" Samrat replied hopelessly...

"Ok listen", Benji said swaying him away, "Guests have started arriving and Ira aunty has to leave for the wedding hall soon to attend them... And Gunjan isn't ready yet so she wants you to take her to the wedding hall"...

"What!!" That was the only word that could escape from his mouth at that moment...

"Yes dude... No one else is there and I have to be with Ira aunty and check everything else there... So just get ready and your clothes are already kept in your room... I have to leave now Samrat, it's getting late and please be on time...

"But listen... Benji... I... How am I...?"

All his word remained incomplete and unsaid as Benji had already left meanwhile saying what he had to say and leaving behind a completely struck dumb Samrat who was feeling terrible at that moment...

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Getting ready in his black designer sherwani Samrat walked towards Gunjan's room hesitantly... His mind was too occupied with several thoughts...

Gunjan's wedding...

She would be in her room as a bride...

How is he gonna tell her that he will be escorting her to the wedding hall...

But all his thoughts melted into the thin air once Samrat knocked on the door and entered Gunjan's room... Thousands times he had entered this room but today it seems completely different and the reason was standing before him facing towards the mirror...

Gunjan...

Adorned in dazzling red bridal saare and glittering red odhni and gold jewelleries all over she was looking less than any queen... Her big hazel eyes with kohl were making them more beautiful... Her lips could anytime put the brightest red rose to shame...

She was looking ethereal but Samrat knew this wasn't what she wanted... Red was definitely her colour but Gunjan had always loved white...

"We are getting late" Gunjan said softly breaking off the silence... "Everyone must be waiting"...

She passed beside Samrat and left the room only to avoid staying alone in the same room with him... It was her wedding day for God's sake and she can't ruin her near one's trust and expectations...

And staying in the same room with Samrat even for a moment was making difficult for her... She cannot trust her heart even now...

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"Everyone has left already Gunjan" Samrat said from back seeing Gunjan standing in the empty hall room looking for her Ira aunty... "Mom has asked me to stay back to escort you to the wedding hall"...

"Shall we??" Samrat asked an already nervous Gunjan...

Why?? Why?? Why?? Why this has to happen every time??

Gunjan could think of that right now... Why she has to be left alone with him whom she was trying hard to avoid since last night...

Samrat's white Audi was parked at the portico which he opened for her and helped her sit comfortable inside... This was getting too formal for them...

Samrat glanced at her for one final time before accelerating the car... She was fidgeting with her wedding veil staring longingly at the house through the car window...

This was the place she was raised along with Dia and Samrat...

This was the place she had spent almost her whole life till this day...

This was the place where she has the happiest, loving and at the same time painful memories...

And today she would be leaving this house; this place forever... The very thought moist her eyes...

While Samrat drove the car through the main gate of Shergill mansion Gunjan kept looking back from the window till her eyes could see the sight of her house...

The white Audi decked with red roses speeded on the slopes of the curving road towards Darjeeling's most posh marriage hall...

Samrat had never in his worst nightmare ever imagined that someday he will be escorting his Chashmish to the wedding altar to be someone else's bride...

A weird silence was prevailing in between them from the moment they had stepped inside the car... Samrat was driving quietly while stealing glances at her and Gunjan continuing to stare outside while playing with her bangles or wedding veils...

The wedding venue was almost half an hour drive from Shergill mansion and since last five minute there was no change inside the car except the constant awkward silence that was making the air heavy for them...

Music; that was the only thing that has always tied them together for years in spite of the big misunderstanding and the big spacing they had in between them...

Music has always been the best way of communication between them in every situation and even this time Samrat decided to seek help from their common first love...

All think and done, Samrat switched on the CD player... And the song that followed next only depicted a clear picture of his mind...

Hai dil ko teri aarzoo, par main tujhe naa paa sakun
Hai dil ko teri justaju, par main tujhe naa paa sakun...

Main hoon shab tu subah, dono jud ke juda
Main hoon labh tu dua, dono jud ke juda...
Saajnaa, saajnaa, maahiya, saajnaa ve...

Kayi khwaab dil tujhko le kar sajaaye
Par khauf yeh bhi kahin par sataaye...

Ghar yeh bhi tootey toh phir hoga kya re
Mujhe raas aati hai khushiyaan kahan re...

Kyun dil ko dukhana bewajah saajna ve
Kyun dil ko dukhana bewajah...
Phir aansu bahaana ik dafa
Phir aansu bahaana ik dafa...

Gunjan turned her face once again towards her left staring outside the window to avoid meeting Samrat's eyes which were clearly pleading her to forget and forgive...

Tu hi to har pal bandha hai, lamhon ki inn zanjeeron mein
Tu hi to har dum raha hai, khwabon ki har taabeeron mein
Tu hi to har din dikha hai, dhundli ujli tasveeron mein...

Tere hi to hai khusboo mujh mein haan saajnaa ve
Tere hi to hai khusboo mujh mein haan...

Ab tu hi to har su har jagah
Ab tu hi to har su har jagah...

Haan tera saaya toh main hoon, par sang tere naa reh sakun
Haan is safar mein toh main hoon, par sang tere naa ruk sakun

Main hoon shab tu subah, dono jud ke juda
Main hoon labh tu dua, dono jud ke juda...
Saajnaa, saajnaa, maahiya, saajnaa ve...

Once the song ended Gunjan could not stop herself anymore from being indifferent and sniffed which didn't go overheard by Samrat...

That was the only thing that Samrat could hear... And the very next moment his hands tightened on the steering wheel without him being aware of it... His foot pressed hard against the accelerator increasing the speed of the car unknowingly...

"Samrat!! What are you doing??" Gunjan cried out supporting herself at the dashboard at the sudden increased pace of the car...

But Samrat's mind was too occupied to hear Gunjan's scream...

"Samrat!! Please drive slowly" Gunjan pleaded...

Gunjan and RV???

The two names echoed in Samrat's mind while the speedometer gradually increased... Who was she fooling by acting that she doesn't care??? Who was she fooling by getting married to Ranvijay??? His one mistake cannot put a permanent full stop to their relationship... She was and will always be his whether she accepts it or not... And what the rest of the world will think Samrat Shergill damn cares...

All the while Gunjan was asking him repeatedly to slow down the car, but instead of listening Samrat turned the car with a full speed towards his right to the uphill... And that's when Gunjan realized the way to the wedding hall was through the left downhill... But Samrat took a completely opposite turn in spite of knowing the way very well... And on top of that he was not even slowing down let alone responding...

"Where are you going Samrat?? This is not the right way to the wedding hall"... Gunjan shouted in vain...

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"Samrat are you even listening??"...

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"What are you doing Samrat?? Stop the car and turn back"...

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