Sajan FF: Love after Marriage (Ch 14 Updated) (Pg91) (New Update) - Page 60

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Ch 13

 

As Gunjan arrived in Morena a vibe of joy sprang to the entire city. Everyone greeted her warmly and she too was happy to be there. She had missed every nick and corner of her city. It seems like she has returned after ages but still she could feel the warmth of her people intact.

Her family was on cloud none seeing their daughter after so long. Her family consisted of mainly her parents. Mr and Mrs Bhushan. But she has always been close to her extended family as well.  A close bond was formed between them. Gunjan was treated as the chief guest and why wouldn't she be, she was the apple of their eyes. From the cuisine to the decoration all was of her choice as if it was her own wedding. After the meet and greet session Gunjan enjoyed the delicious food, and having eaten almost everything that was on the table excused herself and went to her room to unpack.

After a while she sat on the bed exhausted. Enjoying the breeze, she felt calm and peaceful though she was worried for Samrat and SM but still she had a belief of positivity. She smiled to herself thinking of him. He was not as bad as he poses himself to be she thought and her smile widened. His cute antics were a treat to watch. The way he asked her to go and enjoy the weeding was commendable not even knowing that mom was trying to make him understand that he needs to go with her and this made her sad. Her smile vanished immediately and she made a face. How much she had wished and hoped for Samrat to come with her. Even if she had the slightest hope that he could join her now. But what if he didn't liked her family? Or her city? The preparations only could be loud and irritating for him, leave alone the wedding. She shook her head in dismay as he was not going to come anyway.

"Tou hamari beti yahan Samrat ko yaad kar rahi hai haan?" Her mother's voice made her brought her back to Morena.

"Nahi maa bas asey hi..., she trailed off.

"Asey hi nahi beta kuch tou hai. Acha lagta hai na wo?"

"Maa. Wo kon wo?" Gunjan avoided her mother's gaze as her cheeks turned to a heated colour trying to hide it.

"Wohi beta ji jisne apki galon(cheeks) kay eh haal kiya hai?". Teased her mother.

"Nupur kahin nazar nahi a rahi kahan hai?"

"Tumhari aadat nahi gayi na baat badlne wali? Koi baat nahi Samrat badal dega. Sahi kaha na?"

 "Aap bhi na Maa."

"Main bhi kya huh? Bas beta meri tou yehi dua hai ke tum aur samrat hamesha khush raho. Aik doosre k saath raho."

"Jiii. Apko koi help chahaiye?"

"Nahi nahi beta sab ho gaya hai bas sham ko tayaar rehna aik chota sa function hai. Waisey bhi asal hungama tou kal se shuru hoga."

"I am so excited maa. Kal mehndi phir sangeet..shaadi aur reception. Kash meri shaadi bhi..." She looked away without completing her sentence.

"Gunjan beta tumhein tou pata hai ke sab. Khair chodo tum khush ho na yehi bohat hai hamara liye. Aur waisey bhi meri jaan purani baatein yaad karne se kya milega ga? Dukh ke siwa?"

"Ji."

Gunjan gave a weak smile to her room and after resting for a while went to get dressed for the evening. The hall was beautifully decorated with lilies, fancy lights and other bright coloured stuff. The ambiance was quite festive making her feel the jitters of the weeding. She smiled to herself seeing her cousins arguing over who was to perform. There was no main event but just to do the final rehearsal for Gunjan her cousins had arranged a pre mehndi ceremony'.

 

Everyone settled down for the performances to begun. Gunjan enjoyed a lot, swinging her head to and fro and as the music grew louder. The smile on her face was evident from her eyes. That spark, that shine made her parents adore their little one. With teary eyes, they smiled staring at her with love and adoration. They were happy seeing Gunjan so cheerful. It seemed life has finally returned to her.

Gunjan herself shook a leg on random songs with her fellows. Laughing, teasing and cheering was all going on. The house was set on fire. It truly looked like the wedding has actually begun. Only the premiere is yet to begin; the mehndi and sangeet. Whereas the actual wedding and reception will be like The Oscars.

Gunjan changed into her night dress and laid down to sleep but she couldn't. Despite being so tired sleep was nowhere. Anxiety kept her awake for a bit after which she dialed a number on her phone.

Samrat.

 

"Hey,Gunjan kaisi ho? How was today's function?"

Gunjan smiled hearing to his voice. It just felt good.

"Theek hoon aur aap?"

"Acha hoon and don't worry mom bhi theek hain. Gunjan heaved a sigh of relief.

"Aur kya kar rahe thay?"

"Kuch nahi yaar abhi office work khatam kiya."

"Hmm."

Gunjan felt odd. Yaar' is a diversional word. She didn't knew why she felt weird.

"Hum friends hain na?"

"Haan hain kyun?"

"Nahi wo actually tumne mere "yaar" ko sahi se receive nahi kiya na."

"Sorry Samrat mujhe aadat nahi hai isiliye."

"Apologize karne tou nahi kaha."

"Phir?" The innocence of her voice made Samrat smile widely.

"Tumhe pata hai tum bohat innocent ho."

"Acha maa bula rahi hai baad mein baat karte hain."

"Oh hello mujhe kya roadside romeo samjh rakha hai?"

"Nahi tou."

"Madam aap meri lawfully wedded wife hain girlfriend nahi jo maa a gayi tou phone rakh do."

"Ji..."

Gunjan blushed hard. Her cheeks turning to crimson red. Embarrassed she was lost in her thoughts when she heard Samrat on the other side wishing her good night.

"Good night."

Gunjan barely managed to say.  She is a wife. Samrat's lawfully wedded wife. Finally their relationship was moving ahead. There was something substantial to look forward to. Gunjan slept peacefully after a long time. No nightmares for today. At least her present will not haunt her for a while now. As she always wanted it to be ,her life was finally smooth. No complications. Hopeful for the future and smiling in the present a satisfied Gunjan had her covers on and went into her dreamland like a baby.

...

 

The next day went by quickly and finally the mehndi night was on. Embellished with different kinds of flowers. The view was delightful. The fairy lights were on position on the center stage to be lit as the performances would begin. Everyone had their best clothes on but what Gunjan looked was out of the world.

She came downstairs in a yellow coloured lehnga with the dupatta tugged on her left shoulder. Her makeup included eyeliner, a bit of kohl and lipstick. She kept in minimal. She accessorized her look with jhumkas and a simple golden coloured chain. Her hairstyle completed her look which was a messy fishtail braid delicately styled on her right shoulder. People adored her as she descended from the stairs. Looking absolutely majestic.

The bride and groom were brought into the hall and they seated next to each other ready to enjoy the event. Or maybe to witness the cold war that was about to start. It's Groom vs Bride. The famous competition between these two sides. Performances began and people supported their own teams. All the popular mehndi songs were played.

Suddenly, Gunjan felt a feeling of isolation gripping her. Seeing all the couples enjoy and dance she missed something in her life. Something vital.

Although they were not a typical couple but still she wished him to be here with her. His mere presence could cheer her up at this moment.

 

The music took her by surprise.

 

 Tu ho gayi one to two
Oh kudiye what to do
Oh ho gayi munde di

Tu turu turu turu..

 

"Samrat??" Gunjan looked at him shocked. He twirled her round. But she was numb...bewildered to see him there. In front of her eyes.

Dacing!!

 

Patanga vargi
Tu ainwayi udd di
Oh ho gayi munde di

Tu turu turu turu..

Hila de chaldi
Tuk tuk tu Kardi
Make up tu kardi yaar..
Angrezi padhdi
Ghit pit tu kardi
Jimme queen saadi Victoria

 

He pointed towards Gunjan while lip sing the song.

 

Tu ghanti big ban di
Poora London thumakda
Oh jaddo nachche pehn di
Poora London thumakda

Tu ghanti big ban di
Poora London thumakda
Oh jaddo nachche pehn di
Poora London thumakda

 

He took Gunjan's hand and here they were on the stage. Staring in each other's eyes.

 

Lathe di chadar
Uthe honeymoon kar maahiya
Aavo saamne, aavo saamne
Tera ki size hai ve das maahiya

Malmal da kurta
Dikh da hai sab kuch clear maahiya
Tere saamne, tere saamne
Lagda hai chhota palang maahiya..

Gunjan's cousins and friends surrounded the two and teased them through the wordings of this peppy song. Gunjan looked down and bit her lower lip, to avoid her cheeks from turning further red.

(Oh siyapa..)

(Oye hoye hoye
Death hi ho gayi..)

Loudspeaker te, Madonna vajdi
Ho like a virgin
(Aithe utthe kehndi)

Trafalgar de
Kabootar vargi, O meman phir di
Gootar goo kardi
Gulabi shade da, rang hai firangi
Rakhi tu saanw ke aar
Saanu te lagta, Southall toh changi
Jaga koi nahi hai badiya

 

Samrat danced with all the zest making her look nowhere else but him. Making her smile and admire him all the more.

Tu ghanti big ban di
Poora London thumakda
Oh jaddo nachche pehn di
Poora London thumakda

 

Samrat brought a new energy with him and everyone enjoyed that.

 

Tu ghanti big ban di
Poora London thumakda
Oh jaddo nachche pehn di
Poora London thumakda
Oye...

Sir pe gilassi rakh.. London thumakda
Punjabi style vich.. London thumakda
Lassi da gilaas vich.. London thumakda

Ho..

Gunjan also shook a leg with Samrat taking in all from the moment. Losing herself.

Thumakda thumakda
London thumakda
Thumakda thumakda

(Oye wah ji Wah..)

Gunjan got embarrassed on realizing that all eyes were on her and stopped  immediately.

Tunakda tunakda
Tumba tunakda
Tunakda tunakda..

Oye Oye oye
Oye Oye oye..burrr...

Oye shava...

Oye oye oye
Oye oye oye
Oye oye oye
Oye oye oye balle..

(Continuing in the next update)

Appreciation was heard all over the hall as the song ended. People stood up from the chairs to applaud Samrat and Gunjan. Together.  
Gunjan looked at Samrat and whispered a thank you. To which Samrat smiled and gave a slight nod.
 They enjoyed the function thoroughly. After which all the guests dispersed to their rooms like bees galloping on honey. Tiredness. This word could only justify it. Samrat and Gunjan also changed and lay down on their respective sides.

 "Aap yahan achanak se?"
 "Kyun wifey nahi ana chahiye tha?"
 "Nahi maine tou bas aisey hi pocha."
 "Hmm."
 Samrat again laid down straight.  
"Apne kal phone par kuch bataya nahi k aap a rahay hain?"  
"Tab khud bhi nahi pata tha k a jaun ga."
 
"Mom ne kaha?"
 "Well kind of aur khud bhi I wanted peace tou bas a gaya?"
 
"Aur?"  

"Aur kya bas. Waisey koi aur bhi reason hona chahiye tha kya?"
 "Apko nahi lagta k hona chahhiye tha?"  

"Hona tou chahiye tha."
 "Kya..?"
 "Yehi k tumhari yaad a rahi thi."
 "Sachi?"
 "Shaq hai kya?"
 "Nai tou."

 "Bas tou phir so jao warna kal din bhar soti raho gi."
  Saying so Samrat chuckled and moved to the other side leaving Gunjan to her thoughts. She kept staring at him blankly. Until she heard a loud snore from the person sleeping next to her. Missed me? She thought and an unknowing smile crept on her face. This relationship truly had a future. She can look up to it. Her husband could be the one. Her prince charming. She had never imagined her guy's prototype. But yes she knew for sure he exists. She never knew she would meet him and is still unsure whether she has met him or not. Was Samrat like her guy? Can he be her prince charming? Can she expect much more from him than a friend can?  Is he really that kind of a guy? Amiable and Polite. Respectful and Caring.  She closed her eyes and took deep breaths and opened them again. She was confused as Samrat was not a simple kind of a guy and she always wanted to avoid complications. Can they even come together by any means? Do they even have a match? She sighed and went to sleep because stressing her brain at this time will be fruitless. And it will give her nothing but headache.   ...

The wedding went really well. Gunjan had worn a red frock with three quarter sleeves and a churidaar.  Looking absolutely breathtaking with her star studded earrings. While her hair were loosely curled on its ends. Makeup included just a lipstick and kohl.
 Samrat on the other hand wore a grey business suit. His hair were gelled a bit which complemented his looks. His beard gave him a subtle look.
 "Bohat achi lag rahi ho. Aik dum januable."

 "Januable?"

 "Matlab sabse pyaara."
 
Samrat said looking her in the eyes as she stared back in his. Those are deep, thought Gunjan. And yours are beautiful, thought Samrat.
 "Apne kuch kaha kya?" Asked Gunjan abruptly. Out of nowhere.
 "Nahi tou." Samrat replied instantly.
 
What was this?
 
This has never happened to them. Ever. It was something new. It felt as if a new feeling has erupted in their hearts, bodies and solus. They were confused...happy...surprised all at the same time. Happy because they appreciated each other with truth and honesty but why was the question that confused them. Why so suddenly? The dynamics of their relationship was changing that too rapidly and it was surprising for them, rather shocking. The pace of their equation was going out of control.  
Things that go too fast sometimes destroy you with equal pace. It frightened them. They barely know each other but the rapidly growing frankness was worrisome for the both of them.  
Gunjan literally rushed to where her mom was standing and avoided him completely. He was no different. He avoided her as well. They only came together for the photo session that too avoiding each other until the cameraman made Samrat close to Gunjan. Immediately after that they both were in their own zones. Completely oblivious to their surroundings. Gunjan came to her senses when it was the time for the bride to bid adieu to her family. Gunjan quickly made her way up to the bride and hugged her tightly.
 Samrat noticed the tears in Gunjan's eyes as she lets go of the hug. He offered a tissue to which she just stared at him and noticed it after he made her hold the tissue.  But instead of accepting the tissue she accepted him. Gunjan buried herself in his chest and Samrat could just stroke her hair lightly to pacify her. "Shhh." Was all he was doing.  ...  As Gunjan woke up she found him near her and gasped moving back. Her heart skipped a beat seeing him shirtless. She closed her eyes hurriedly. Unknown to the fact that Samrat had already woken up due to the movement and was staring at her confused.  
"Kya hua Gunjan? Theek tou ho na?"
 Samrat asked gently removing her hands from her eyes. Her eyes were still closed and she nodded just like that.
 "Hey. Ankhein tou kholo na please."  
 He pleaded. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at the sight in front of her and closed it again quickly. Samrat couldn't help but laugh at her condition. Gunjan made a face realizing what he was doing. Keeping her hand on her eyes she took her slippers and went into the bathroom locking it. Her heart raced matching with the speed of an aircraft or maybe a rocket.
 "Gunjan."
 Came a naughty voice. Gunjan didn't replied but instead turned on the shower. Samrat smirked and put on his shirt. She was way too innocent from all the girls he had known. She was different. As he was thinking about her he heard the bathroom knob and quickly looked at his back but what he saw was unbelievable.  
A girl who came out looking simply ethereal. He hadn't seen anyone looking so beautiful in a white saree with zero makeup and no accessories. He kept staring at her possessively. When his gaze became unbearable Gunjan quickly unrolled her hair from the towel and rushed outside.
 Only one word could justify the scene.
  Intense. ...  

Decicated to one of my dear friends Shifa who celebrated her birthday yesterday. Happy Birthday Love 🤗😳

Yuppie

Samrat was there

Hayee samrat was missing gunjan

Love their phone conversation 

Then samrat dance with every one

Their Conversation after dance

Hayee junable

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HAPPY BIRTH DAY SHAIFA