friends for life(mjht ff)part 31.pg 60 - Page 2

Just then nupur entered the room. But she didn't notice anything strange. She just smiled and asked,

"so you guys met huh? Well since I'm the common person between you'll I'll have to formally introduce you'll. Samrat this is gunjan my best friend. And gunjan this is samrat my brother."

Gunjan and samrat looked at each other. When they met this morning they had not imagined that they would be staying in the same house. They were a bit embarrassed about what had just happened but then samrat recoverd first and said,

"oh great!! Toh tum humaare saath rahogi. That's cool. I hope tumhe yahaan koi problem nahi hogi." Saying this samrat smiled. grinned actually. He knew now he could trouble her very nicely.

Gunjan sensed the mischief in his eyes. She was worried about what he would do next when nupur suddenly announced that they were to come down for dinner.

On the dining table, samrat and gunjan were sitting opposite each other and nupur was sitting beside gunjan. DJ was in the kitchen and the dinner was not yet served so nupur started to talk.

"samrat you are in gunjan's class right? Do you know the guy who was troubling her today. If you do just tell me his name and I will smack him down.", nupur said .

Samrat looked at nupur and then at gunjan.

'dude this girl complained about what I did? She is such a kid.", thought samrat.

Nupur continued, "actually I don't need to. If he crosses Gunjan further then she might herself smack him down."

Samrat looked amused. Did nupur mean that this girl will smack him down. He chuckled softly.

Gunjan was looking at him. She hated him more now. 'Of course I cant tell nupur that i hate her brother but then that was not the point. The point was that he had irritated me so much and now is laughing at me. Man! I hate him.', thought Gunjan.

He saw her staring at him. He didn't know why but that amused him further. Maybe bcoz she wasn't looking at him like other girls. He saw she was annoyed. Those eyes that could hide anything were showing him that she was annoyed with him.

Just then DJ came with all of nupur's favourite dishes. Samrat frowned. He hated nupur's taste in food.

"DJ you know I don't eat this thing. Why did you make all her favourite dishes. You could make something normal you know for normal people to eat.", samrat whined.

Nupur laughed and gunjan suppressed her laugh. She knew it would be very rude to laugh. Sitting in his dining room and laughing at him. But he was acting like a kid. Then she remembered that she had thought the same thing when she had seen nupurs favourite dishes made last night.

Samrat saw gunjan suppress a laugh. Her eyes again showed him that the irritation was now replaced by amusement.

'Was she mocking him? Did she think he was a kid? Or is it that she liked nupur's taste in food? Maybe all three.', he thought.

"samrat tumhaara bhi favourite khana banaya hain. Yeh lo tumhaara rajma chawal.", DJ told him.

Samrat was relieved. As much as he hated nups favourite dishes he loved rajma chawal. Then he saw gunjan looking at him amused again. He was annoyed with her now. Why was she looking at him like he was some sort of a joker.

"DJ aapne gunjan ki koi favourite dish nahi banayi? Yah phir usse bhi nups ki favourite dishes pasand hain? I'm sure pasand hogi aakhir usiki friend hain.", said samrat.

Gunjan looked at him. He was annoyed with her and somehow she enjoyed the fact. She looked at him.

'man!! He really was a kid.', she thought.

"arre samrat, gunjan ko meri nahi tumhaari taste pasand hain. Aur rajma chawal toh uske bhi favourite hain. Kyun gunjan?", nupur asked gunjan.

Gunjan nodded slightly. She smiled at samrat and samrat smiled back.

'She smiled at me and I don't know why I smiled back. Ok she was a girl but her smile wasn't like any other girls, I mean the girls from college. She wasn't flirting she was just smiling. She had something genuine about her.  Something which was not fake. And beside she shared the same taste as me at least in food.', thought samrat.

gunjan smiled at him and he returned. This time it wasn't the mischievous smile that he had given her so many times today but a genuine smile, like he meant it.

The smile assured gunjan that maybe he was way to annoying but he wasn't bad.

After the dinner they all went to their respective rooms.

The next day, gunjan got up early as usual and went to wake up nupur.

"nupur utho. Arre hum late ho jaayenge. Please utho.", gunjan tried to wake her up.

When she didn't budge gunjan shouted in her ear and nupur got up with a start.

"gunjan tu pagal hain kya? Arre kisiko aise uthate hain kya?", nupur shouted.

"tumhe nahi pata tha ki main pagal hun? Mujhe toh laga ki tumhe pata hain.", gunjan smirked.

Just then DJ entered the room. Nupur tum uth gayee jaao ab samrat ko bhi uthado. Mujhe bahut kaam hain.", dj said.

"arre dj main?....main kyun? Mujhe tayar hona hain warna late ho jaayega. Samrat ko gunjan utha degi.", nupur told.

"main… main nahi…. main kaise?", gunjan muttered.

"arre gunjan tu toh already tayar hain utha de naa.", nupur requested.

"haan gunjan tuhi utha de usse, main utha deti magar mujhe kaam hain.", dj requested.

Gunjan could not say no to their requests and reluctantly agreed.

Gunajn entered samrat's room. She was way to nervous. She hated how he irritated her and now she had to wake him up. That was just too much.

She saw him sleeping soundly. He looked like a kid she thought. She called out his name.

"samrat, samrat utho. Please uhto. Der ho rahi hain. Please samrat utho. Please. Damn yeh toh uth hi nahi rahaan hain. Lagta hain dj ko hi bulana padega.", saying this gunjan turned to leave when suddenly samrat caught hold of her hand.

Gunjan found herself going red. Why had he caught her hand? Maybe he was dreaming, she thought and turned. She saw him grinning at her. She just kept staring at him. What exactly was he trying to do? Was he crazy? These were the thoughts gunjan had in mind.

Samrat realized that dj was not waking him up and the moment he realized it was gunjan he thought of another way to trouble her. While she turned to leave he quickly caught her hand.

" chashmish agar tum mujhe aise hi dekhti rahi toh tumhe mujhse pyaar ho jaayega. ", samrat teased her.

 She looked away flushed. 'what was wrong with this guy? Never in her life had anyone spoken to her like this. This guy is crazy', gunajn thought.

She then looked at her hand that was held by samrat and said softly, "my hand."

"yeah!! What about it?", asked samrat mischievously.

She looked at him and said, "I have to go please leave my hand."

Samrat said,"fine. Wish me good morning first."

She sighed and said, "good morning."

"not like that. Mean it.", samrat said.

She looked in his eyes and said softly, "good morning!!"

The moment she looked in his eyes he got lost. He didn't know why but he didn't want to look away.

"ab toh keh diya. Ab toh jaane do.", she said.

Samrat smiled and let go off her hand.

She literally ran from his room leaving a smiling samrat. He knew it would be fun to stay with her in the same house.

When he got down he saw nupur and gunjan on the dining table. As usual nupur was talking and gunjan was listening quietly. Samrat smiled. He unknowingly smiles when he sees gunjan.

"nups agar tum usse aise hi pakati rahogi toh meri chashmish bhag jaayegi. Phir mera kya hoga?", samrat said innocently.

Gunjan flushed. ' this guy is toh seriously crazy.' she thought .

"mera naam gunjan hain.", she said softly.

"hann par who toh baaki sabke liye. Mere liye toh chashmish hain naa?", samrat asked.

"hmmmm… chashmish. Samrat tumhe meri best friend hi mili flirt karne ke liye?", nupur asked amused.

"nups jab main har ladki ke saath flirt karta hun toh mera farz banta hain ki jo ladki mere ghar mein reh rahi hain uske saath bhi flirt karoon. Right?", samrat replied.

Nupur smiled. He knew her brother. He was just trying to trouble gunjan coz she didn't give him any attention. But gunjan didn't know this and she might get him wrong so it was her duty to explain it to gunjan.

"gunjan yeh aisa hi hain. Flirt karna iski aadat nahi fitrat hain. Tum please isse galat mat samjho. Yeh dil ka bura nahi hain.", she tried to explain.

Samrat looked at his sister. 'Why was she clarifying his behaviour. She never had done that before then why was she clarifying it to gunjan. Does this mean that gunjan thought he was not a nice guy?', Samrat thought.

Samrat looked at gunjan inquisitively. He wanted to know whether she thought he was an indecent guy.

Gunjan looked at samrat and noticed the question and somewhat hurt in his eyes. She understood that he must be thinking that she had taken him for a bad guy. She didn't want him to think that way.

"I know he is not bad but I'm not used to this. Mujhe aadat nahi hain.", she clarified it to him.

He looked at her. She had understood the question in his eyes. He smiled at her.it was not everyday that you meet a girl who can understand you without you having to say a word. And she smiled back. Samrat felt nice that she had smiled back. Again this smile wasn't like other girls'.It was like she was reassuring him that she had no such opinion about him.

Samrat smiled at gunjan and she smiled back. 'He may annoy me like anything I know he is not a bad guy.' , she tought.

"don't worry gunjan. Ab tum samrat ke saath ek hi ghar mein rahogi toh tumhe bhi aadat ho jaayegi.", nupur told her grinning.

Samrat grinned too. This time gunjan looked down and shook her head.  'Some people can never change.', she thought.

Samrat saw her shaking her head and smiled to himself. She was so cute.

After finishing their breakfast they left for college. Samrat decided to take them to college with him. On reaching college nupur headed off to her class.

 When nupur entered her class she saw mayank with a book.

"arre kabhi toh usse aaram diya karo mayank.", she said in her ever so dramatic voice.

"nupur jab tum bakbak karne se aaram nahi leti toh I'm sure meri books ko bhi aaram ki jarurat nahi hain.", mayank replied in ever so sarcastic tone.

"meri bakbak toh khair thik hain par bechare tumhare books inhe tumhari sadiyal shakal roz roz dikhaaoge toh darr jaayenge.", nupur told him.

"toh tum mujhse darti ho?, mayank asked.

"main? Main kyun daroongi?, nupur questioned back.

"arre tum bhi toh meri shakal roz dekhti ho. Hain naa?", mayank said.

Nupur just looked at him thinking that he would never change. She didn't want him to. He was great the way he was.

He smiled at her. He knew she was thinking that he would never change. 'Though they were so different they were best friends. Life is so strange.' mayank thought.

Gunjan didn't want to walk with samrat but since they were in the same class nupur had insisted that samrat accompanies her to the class. Nupur didn't want that guy from the other day to trouble gunjan again without knowing that her brother himself was that idiot.

Gunjan smiled at her fate. Yesterday she was running away fron this guy and today he was escorting her to the class. She enjoyed it though. Samrat was flirting with every girl in the corridor. She had not seen such a sample. Meaning in goa no-one flirted like this. She smiled at his antics.

Samrat saw her smiling and asked, "chashmish itna kyun muskura rahi ho? Koi pasand aa gaya kya?"

Gunjan looked at him and smiled again. This guy was impossible, she thought.

Just then a girl came and started talking to samrat.

"sammy tum kahaan ho kal pura din tum mujhe nahin dikhe. Maine tumhe kitna miss kiya.", she said. Then she looked at gunjan and asked samrat, "aur yeh kaun hain. Tumhari nayi friend?"

Gunjan didn't like her tone. She realized that this must be diya, samrats friend whom nupur hated like anything.

Samrat smiled and replied, "diya yeh gunjan hain, nupur ki best friend. Humaari class mein padti hain. Aur gunjan yeh diya hain, meri friend."

"hi diya. Nice meeting you.", gunjan said.

"hi babes.", diya replied not so enthusiastically.

Gunjan could see that her coming with samrat was not very well taken by diya. 'What do I care? As if it will matter to me. I'm not even samrats friend, he was just giving me company bcoz nupur had asked him to.', gunjan thought.

 They entered the class and samrat sat next to diya. Gunjan concentrated very well today. Maybe bcoz samrat was not there to trouble her. She wished that samrat sits with diya always.

In the evening nupur was sitting with a book in her hand. Gunjan saw this and asked, "are the exams coming? But we joined just yesterday."

"what exams? What are you talking about?", nupur asked apparently surprised by gunjan's question.

"you, nupur mehra is sitting with a book. I thought exams are coming. Don't scare me this way nupur.", gunjan replied smirking.

"haha gunjan very funny. This stupid project. Todays just the second day of college and already I have a project and my partner is mayank." Nupur sighed.

"but isn't it good? I mean mayank is a topper you told me. So whats the problem?", gunjan asked.

"mayank is a perfectionist gunjan. I know it is good. But he wants everything before time and I don't start working unless it is the last day bfore deadline.", nupur replied.

"you know sometimes we have to mend our ways. You told me so. I think you should go mayank's house and do the project with him. That will help since he is your best friend." Gunjan suggested.

"gunjan that is a great idea. I'll call him and ask if I can come there.", nupur got up from her bed where she was sitting and dialleed mayank's number.

"hello" mayank  said.

"hello mayank. This is nupur. Kya main tumhare ghar aa sakti hun? I mean mujhe project karne mein aasani hogi.", nupur asked sheepishly.

"nupur tum. Nahi tum nahi aa sakti.", he said rather rudely, " tumhe kabse permission lagne lagi. Paagal ho gayi ho kya? Of course aa sakti ho."

"mayank ek pal ke liye to laga ke tum mujhe sach mien mana kar rahe ho.", nupur replied.

"tum jaisi nautanki ke saath reh kar kuch toh seekh hi jaaonga na nupur.", m,yank said in his usual sarcastic tone.

"achcha toh main aati hun ok. Bye", nupur aid

"bye", mayank said.

After the call nupur left for mayank's house. Here gunjan was getting restless. She was all alone in the house. Dj had gone to meet her son. Gunjan had many times stayed alone in her house but this was not her house and a totally new city. She didn't know this place properly nor the people. Nupur was the only one she knew. She was getting paranoid so she went into the hall to watch tv. Bcoz tv was the only thing that could take her mind off thngs. She started to watch the tv. Suddenly she heard the bell ring. She felt relieved. She thought it will be dj but when she opened the door she was pretty much shocked to see samrat. she had not once given it a thought that samrat too lived in the same house. She was so shocked to see him that she kept on looking at him.

"agar aise hi dekhti rahogi toh tumhe mujhse pyar ho jaayega chashmish kahaan tha tumse", samrat said in his usual mischievous tone.

Gunjan blinked. She went inside. Samrat looked around at the house and asked, "ghar itna khali khali kyun hain?"

"ghar pe koi nahi hain. Nupur mayank ke ghar gayi hain aur dj unke bete se milne gayi hain.", gunjan told him.

"ghar pe koi kaise nahi hain?", samrat went close to her and said, "hum toh hain naa."

Gunjan took a step back. She was not looking forward being in the house all alone with samrat.

Samrat sensed her uneasiness. He went close and said, "daro mat chashmish main hun naa."

She looked at him almost scared. He corrected himself, "ok main nahi hun. Tum please tension mat lo. Main itna bhi bura bhi nahi hun.  Aur phir tum toh meri dost ho na?", samrat asked mischievously.

Gunjan looked at him. He was the strangest guy she had ever met. She knew he wont hurt her but still it was her nature. She usually got anxious when someone came too close to her.

"mujhe book padni hain toh main … apne kamre mein jaa rahi hun.", she told samrat.

Samrat smiled reassuring her. Gunjan smiled back.

Nupur was pretty nervous going to mayank's house for some reason. She had been to his house many times when they were kids. But now it was different, she had been away for too long.]