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Poems by Vandini Gunjan's ViewYou mean more to me than the books that I hug Everyday I wait to gain your love
How much more will it hurt?
Everyday from you, my eyes I try to divert
My first love and my best friend
I wonder when this torture will end?
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As our hearts begin to drift together
We realise we'll be with each other forever
As the evils start to flow away
Thinking of you is how I begin my day
The love between us will never end
We'll fight as one around each bend
As one voice we'll conquer the world
Samrat and Gunjan's love will be forever unfurled
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Samrat's View
Confusion going around in my head
When will this lightbulb click?
Who knows what lies for my future ahead?
Which girl do I pick?
Chashmish, my first best friend
With her my friendship can never end
I think I love her
Is this the start, or the just the end of our friendship's path
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FF by Naveen di
There is a chapter in my FF where Sam feels something more then friendship for Gunjan. Its also a rain scene !! So just posting the sequence and not the entore chapter ! This is expecially dedicated to Dhakkan ! May the bulb in his head light up !! 😆
Samrat and Gunjan got on the bike, and headed for the Bushan house. They were mid way, when then flood gates in the sky opened and it started raining heavily. Samrat had no choice, but to stop the bike and find a shelter, because it was dangerous to drive when it was raining this heavily. He could have kept driving had he been alone, but he can't take any risk with Chashmish. Thank God there was a small park nearby. He parked the bike and he and Gunjan rushed inside and found shelter under a small and a very old gazebo.
Samrat : Dekha chashmish, agar meri aur Nupur ki baat nahi maanti toh abhi rickshow mein bilkul bheeg chuki hoti, aur bemaar par jati.
He turned around, only to see Gunjan draining the water from her clothes and hair. He was absolutely mesmerised. She is so beautiful. Before he knew what he was doing, he slowly walked upto her.
Gunjan was too busy to notice that he come very close to her.Suddenly she felt his hands on her shoulder. She looked up and was surprised to find him just few inches away from her. She was so busy with draining the water from her clothes and hair that she had forgotten to brush away the droplets from her face.
Samrat was totally spellbound. He couldnt stop looking at her. He always thought her to be pretty, but right now, to him she was the most beautiful gurl on this earth. Her hair all wet, the innocence in her face, the shyness in her eyes. She was the epitome of beauty and simplicity. One of the droplets escaped from her hair and fell on her cheek. Before he could stop himself, he trailed the droplet with his finger tip from her cheek to the corner of her lips.
Gunjan was stunned. She felt a tingle of electricity run through her at his proximity and his touch. She didnt understand at first what was going on. She just stood standstill, wanting to keep looking into his eyes, then she realised what she was going, and she shook herself mentally, knowing that it was wrong. He liked sheena. She took a step back.
Gunjan : Samrat ?
Samrat was jolted back into reality when he heard his name. He was shocked to realise what he had done. This was Chashnish ? How could even think, let alone do something like this ? She was already so wary of him for some reason and he had to go and do sumthing stupid like this. He was about to apologise to Chashmish, when lightening striked with a thunder, and before he could say anything chashmish hugged him. Scared. He remembered her telling him once that she was afraid of thunderstroms. With her in his arms, he felt the same electricity run through him, that ran through her at his touch. He should have let her hug him, but he couldnt stop himself from hugging her back. A minute has passed, but it seemed like eternity to them, when Gunjan realised what she had done, and she freed herself from his arms and took a step back.
Gunjan : Wo-h Mujh-ey Thun-derstorms sey.....
Samrat : Janta hoon. Mein hoon na chashmish. Please daro maat.
Samrat could see that she was getting concious of the fact that he clothes were wet. He took the dupatta from her shoulder and wrapped it around her like a shawl. He took her by her shoulder again and made her sit on the steps. They waited for half an hour, both lost in their thoughts. Samrat was confused and angry at himself. He still couldnt understand what had gotten over him. He was worried that Chashmish would never trust him again. It was all Sameer and Benjy's fault. Damn them.
While Samrat was worried about Gunjan not trusting him ever again, Gunjan was heartbroken. She loved him so much, but she knew she could never have him, because even though he seemed so close a moment ago, he seemed so far and out of reach now.
Half an hour later it stopped raining and they made their way to the bike. They got on the bike and fifteen minutes later they were at Bhushan house. Gunjan got off the bike. Samrat wanted to say sumthing, he wanted to apologise, but for the first time, he didnt know what to say to Gunjan.
Samrat : Chamish.......
Gunjan : Bye Samrat, kal college mein miltey hain.
Since she was looking down when she said that, he couldnt see what she was feeling her eyes.She turned around and started to walk to the front door. Samrat said to himself.
Samrat : Chashmish aik baar palat kar mujhey dekho. Aik baar chashmish. Sirf aik baar.
He had given up hope, when she turned around. He didnt realise he was holding his breath, until he breathe a sigh of relief. He motioned with his hand to go inside. She nodded, turned around and went inside. It was few minutes before Samrat left for his home.
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