Read the previous one beore this shruti

I wore my white lined shirt a silk tie and jeans..i  t took me half an hour and lots of jell to syle my hair in a cusual look..i took a red rosewith me. Sushant arrived in 10 mins after I got ready..we discussed the plan we made while having my mum’s handmade Dhoklas. I was literally acting like a girl . checking myself in the mirror every 5 to 10 minutes. I even asked Sushant if my contacts were okay. He laughed at my pity sight. He looked very royal today. A traditional Indian kurta and jeans . hair all in place and a genuine smile. He looked even better than me. We told mum that we were going to a party at Bhagat’s place, who had called and confirmed it to my mom.
I strolled outside  my house as Sushant confirmed that he would take care of me properly. We walked out of my house and I turned on the engine of my scooty. He sat behind me and soon we were talking to the winds.

We reached the café surprisingly on time. Navya and Anya were walking there with frantic steps , my angel wore a green top and long skirt and had left her beautiful hair open. My mouth opened in reflex and I closed it the moment I found out it was open , to avoid the staring I turned to my side to see a new view. Sushant was staring Navya with the same intense expression as mine when I stared Anya. I nudged him and he instantly looked at my side as if he knew I had seen nothing ,bloody fool. i thought I wood ask him later and moved towards the girls with him. Silence intervened between the four of us. Navya acted or rather overacted that she knew nothing of our arrival and I could sense from Anya’s eyes that she was actually surprised to see me but her face held a calm expression. In nervousness Navya started introducing us like it was the first time we met , revealing some problem . “what happened guys “ enquired Anya. No one spoke. “ rehan tell me what happened” I stood still as she took hold of my arm and seeing me blush left it. Navya silently moved on and tugged at sushants kurta to indicate to leave with him. This was my moment I realized , and once again words failed to come out of  my hopeless mouth. I had taken all situations in my mind before coming , and being this a all time problem I had prepared a beautiful poem for her. I slid my hand in my pocket and took it out for her and handed it over. She looked puzzled and took it and started reading. My heard started to pound inside my chest , I could eel the hard throbbing in my mouth. She whispered something under her breath , “ what “ I asked she whispered again and I was unable to catch it . “ what” “ I love u” she said this time loudly and a little angry. I kissed her on her nose which had turned red with embarrassment and anger. I called sushant on his number and asked him to come back. We celebrated my victory in the café , as I looked into Anya’s eyes I thought , she was no longer Anya now she was my Anya and I smiled what was a smile o relief.

My days seemed like heaven now with Anya with me. i had got her number and would call or text upon will. One day as we were sitting in a rose park she looked at me with teary eyes I could see “ never leave me..our relation is a forever thing not a get bored so leave ..right…” she meeked weakly. “ I  promise to abide by u forever I told her “ and she showed me a beautiful smile , if not people there I would have kissed her that instant.

We led a happy lie for 2 months , we would never fight , and talk to each other whenever possible , I had nothing else left to obtain in life when one day an incident took place that changed my life. That night she had a camp to school with her friends she was too return by 6.00 am. She promised to call me at 6.00 as soon as possible . I had got up 5.45 waiting for her call. 5.45 --- 6.00 – 6.30 – 7.00 . Anya was never late she always called me on time. I called her but someone cut the call. It thought she was in danger and called again but the cell was switched of. I thought of going to her house but mum wouldn’t let me today that too in the morning at 7.00. I got really tensed and kept calling. At 8.00 the bell went and i gulped a little air o relief. But upon hearing someone else’s voice fear crept into my mind. But I realized it was only Radhika aunty that is Anya’s mother. She very sweetly said that Anya had gone to take a bath. She then

Read the previous one first then this one..!!

It was raining outside when me and Sushant called Navya out of her class and down to the art room . Bhagat , the art teacher's assistant and also my younger brother had got the keys of the art room and after Navya Sushant and i had gone inside , he locked it and would open it on receiving a call from Sushant. Navya was told that the art teacher had called her and upon seeing that no art teacher was around and Bhagat locking the door she thought of screaming as unpleasant and negative thoughts whizzed her mind. Sushant acted fast and caught hold of Navya by her waist and put his hand on her mouth , the sight of seeing Sushant press Navya against him deserved a whistle but i controlled my emotions and only winked at them. it was my turn to speak but my throat stopped working as my mind started to work on imagining horrors of all kinds : refusal , denial ,betrayal , being beaten up and further a long list. speaking about Anya was something i had never done. i never spoke the beautiful feelings in mind for Anya to anyone but Sushant who was like my other half , in a brother to brother way. Sushant gestured me to hold Navya back when he saw my face freeze. we exchanged our positions and Sushant revealed everything to her , i let go of Navya after few minutes when she seemed calm enough to listen. Sushant was always relaxed around Navya , dreamy actually. I always noticed and sometimes thought that my best friend had a crush on Navya. Sushant took only 15 minutes to explain everything to Navya , from my love to my feelings to my decency to my class mark sheet to my pleading. She told us to wait as she thought over it. i wondered what if she refused , my dreams and hopes would be shattered alongside refusal . i nudged sushant in fear and he replied calmly that it would all work out. sushant wanted to become a mad physiotherapist when he grew up , not mad but that was what i used to draw from physiological studies. but in reality he did have great comforting skills. he was actually the best pal someone could have , i would have surely hugged him if navya was not there at the moment , he was so helpful all along. She looked at us now and straightened herself a bit. my heart was in my mouth by the time she replied , i recall the exact lines " Jiju..It wont be possible " she said and gave a huge smile. Sushant also jumped in excitement. What an idiot i was ..i didn’t understand what she meant , i took it as a refusal..Seeing me sadden down Navya stared at sushant who was nodding vigorously and pushed navya towards me , “ I called u jiju u dumbo “ she said and hugged me tightly. I understood that moment and I felt the world revolve around me..i had accomplished the first stage..i went and hugged Sushant as well , I could swear I saw Sushant’s eye twitch when I told him to call Bhagat and didn’t let him hug Navya . But it didn’t matter at that time..My angel would be with me and that was all I cared for.

Shruti read it..!!

My life had become dull and lifeless..                                                  Missing him was the only thing I now knew..                                                             I looked beside me. i could see him..smiling..laughing and slowly moving to his knees and addressing me as the love of his life…                  I could see me as well..refusing with hatred and walking out of this very own rose park…                                                                                                    i imagined the scenes after I left him..i could see his face bury with shame and tears..i could feel the commotion, the burn he felt..                        i closed my eyes and tears rolled down my warm cheeks..i reopened them..                                                                                                                  numerous tears landed on my neck streaming from my cheeks..                    I looked at my right on the green bench..no one was there..                                  i took a deep breath..it was winter season..i sat on a bench in the rose park ..                                                                                                              Millions and thousands of roses bloomed and faces filled with delight except my own face for the obvious reason u see..                                        i lost my angel in a fit of popularity..                                                                        all the roses bloomed except my rose..                                                            i opened my book “The pride and the prejudice ”.his favorite book and took out the dried rose I kept in it..it was his rose..he left it for me with the note of forgiveness and love addressed to me.                                       I stood up and walked back to my home. I had no friends now as I didn’t deserve any and no family of my own as my parents died in a car accident when I was 8 ..i lived with my Aunt but I had left her 2 years ago after he left me.                                                                                                These 2 years I worked in my Bhaiya’s office. the very place he worked to earn money for his unwell mother , but it made the pain worse so I decided a week ago that I would leave the job for good .                                    I searched for a new job the whole week and stumbled upon a college lecturer’s post in a highly admired college. off course had no intention of making money or respect but my brother always wanted me to have a good job for myself and he had himself helped me yearn it..                         but he knew none of the deeds I had done  with my angel and not the actual reason for the leaving a high post seat of his office.                                I  glanced at the clock as I came inside my house..7.35PM..it showed. I wasn’t much hungry .. i never really am anymore so I marched down to my bedroom .i jumped up on my bed and laid down still wearing my shoes..                                                                                                                        i pressed my hands to my forehead which ached very badly .i pulled on a sheet and turned of the light .                                                                                 i thought of sleeping but sleep depriveness was usual these days thus I stared blankly at my walls and his memories lured me into sleep by an hour or so later .                                                                                                       i woke up in the morning by 7.30 AM and slipped out of my bed..i took out a sky blue suit to wear ..the kind I wore everyday as he loved to see me in traditional clothes and headed towards the bathroom..                 after 30 minutes of human moments in the washroom I got down for breakfast which was always a glass of white milk..i got out of the house by 8.30 AM.I arrived at the college premises in 30 more minutes that is by 9.00 AM.I read the board on the gate  ,                                                              it was blue in color and curved in shape. excel it read .I entered the college ,I saw students in every corner playing with each other .                                                          it reminded me of us how we had fun in our college premises and how he used to help me bunk classes and retrieve class work afterwards .I tried to push way those thoughts and entered the college building..                                 it was painted sunny yellow and sky blue .                                                                     i took a few lefts and rights and stumbled upon a door with a shiny plate that held the letters “The Detention Room”. It again pushed forward more thoughts of our life together . which I again had to strive hard to push aside.                                                                                                A student passed by me..i looked at him..he seemed lost as well .he had 3 batches on his shirt which forced me to guess that he was well accomplished and sincere student .                                                                         Not knowing any other way of reaching the principal’s office  I hurriedly walked to reach him and patted his shoulder,                                                Excuse me he turned around slowly. I could clearly see the sogginess on his face. he looked as defeated as I was .                                                       Yes Ma’am how can I help ?                                                                          Where can I find the principal’s office  I asked with a shaky voice                     in the end of this passage turn right and go up the steps u will find the principal’s door on first left.                                                                               Do u mind leaving me there he agreed with a nod..we walked silently till the end and took a right while climbing up the steps he asked if I was a new student Teacher I replied to which he shied down the rest of the walk was silent .In front of the principal’s door we stood when I asked him his name and class and told him how brilliant he was as he had those three batches on his name.                                                              Rehan Juneja Commerce 12th. He replied. He thanked me for appreciation and left me with a farewell and a “Hope to meet u soon” . I pushed open the wooden door to find an old age man sitting on the desk and as I hoped by the description Bhaiya gave me..                                    Good morning miss..come in..Accounts Professor 2^nd year post..aren’t u..??  he greeted me as I walked in. I replied in a sincere nod as he studied me with great vigil.

I walked up the steps to reach my class as told to me by a staff teacer  This floor was painted a calm green. I looked here and there in search of the class I had to teach in when i stood in front of a door which’s top board read 12^th D. I opened the door with an almost soundless creak. Inside was a jumping zoo full of animal like students. only 4 students were in place. Upon seeing me all of them rushed into place and wished me a good morning lazily. What’s so good in this morning I thought. Those 4 didn’t bother to wish me and so I also decided to leave them unnoticed. I decided to not mention my name to that as it would hardly matter and addressing me as Ma’am would be well enough for me. I wrote page 87 on the board and ********** , the book to be followed by them. after 30 minutes of reading and explanations I started to ask them random questions row wise. It was the turn of a boy sitting in the last row . he didn’t stand up . his friends called his name to which he didn’t respond. it was upon shaking that he stood up. I enquired his name to which he replied Neev. I asked the question and he replied to it a semi second. His answer was correct and not only correct but very expressive too. He sat down after begging for apologization  the class ended after 45 minutes . and I walked out and headed towards m next class. It was the 5^th division when I got free so I headed towards the staff room. I sat down and drank some water. the other teachers were gossiping and checking notebooks. i got bored and stepped out o the staff room without my stuff as I got out I bumped with a student. She fell down and got up instantly apologized and left. I recognized her as one of the 4 students in 12^th D or C as I recalled. I saw her walk till the end and bump again with someone else.

I walked out of college by four forty five PM..i left my things at my home and walked back to the rose park..i walked around a bit and sat on the bench again. Thoughtsof despair filled my head again at once. Hecame to my mind again. I closed me eyes and found his light green eyes andperfect face lookingat me . tears rolled down andburned my cheeks.i lightly felt a hand on my shoulder,my imagination was calmingme down I guess. It was not until a few minutes that I realized someone was shakingme. I opened my eyes to find rehan standing beside me. He came and sat on my right side. U are our accounts professor..right ma’am..?? I forgot ur name . I apologise .i had loads of work to --- ^ Anjali I cut him off. Rehandidnt seem much of a lier but a diplomat instead . he didn’t tell me that I didn’t mention my name or he didn’t catch it. Oh yes..right Anjali Ma’am.. he smiled and I started looking forward again. There was a grave silence between us for a few moements Ma’am could u please give me today’s notes ..?? I actually lost them and none of my friends are available to provide me with them.  I silently handed him the notes . Well ill see u in school then. Bye Anjali Ma’am . I don’t know what actually crossed my mind that I said Please call me Anjali Rehan..i like it that way.and don’t say bye I hate that word see you is better instead. ^ Yes Ma’am..Ummm Anjali Di..See you he smiled. See you Rehan . I stood up and left

12^th D . I stood upon the door once again and as everyday in the past weekeveryone had rushed to place and the 4 non responsive students and been almost cured . Rehan was mostly on the first seat in my period and he would cheerully smile . I never had enoughhappiness to smile but I always looked at him and nodded to tell him I had seen his pleasant smile. By now I learnt few names of the class ,Rehan , Neev ,Kavita , Anya and 8 or 9 more students . Teaching took most of my mind while the periods and it helped to avoid the dark rain clouds that were always on my mind. But the college students their pranks the detention room the field would all remind me of him and his cuteness. The teachers used to hover everytime I came in and think how weird I was to not even pass a smile. I always kept his rose with me . Everyday I would walk to the park ater college to see blooming lowers and sometimes Rehan. He grew fond of me and invited me to his house but I used to refuse everytime.he would gladly accept just like my angel used to but I could see his inside tearingbit by bit by responses.
A night before the 12^th F.A a sudden know took charge on my door. I was about to have a sleeping drug intake or sleepiness as obvious as it was by name but I had to leave the pills to answer the door as tha banging grew. I was surprised to find Rehan outside with his textbook.
 M sorry Anjali Di , I didn’t want to disturb you at this hour but I have an F.A tomorrow and 3 topics are still unclear . ^ What do u do in the class i asked with a frown ,  I - - I – I am not able to study properly during the class. His head hung low thus I decided to let this one pass..for now. I seated him inside and got two cup of coffees just like my angel preffered while studying , he opened his textbook and studied for the next two hours. We took a break by 11.00 PM after 1 and half concept was finished and sealed. I took the coffee mugs to refresh them when he asked me a question Anjali Di , Whose picture is that with u , ur looking really good with him..^ My brother I answered Looking at the picture he pointed to. It was meand my love not my brother.  But - - -  he didn’t complete his sentence for he knew I didn’t want to disclose the personality although I knew that he could well enough differentiate between the gleam of eyes of a boy withhis siter to that of a boy with his Soul mate. A good friend indeed or a book-like friend as my love reffered to any friend who would never ask anything in return.

I threw the coffee mug hard against the wall in anger. Had Rehan spoke another word I would have smashed the hold threshold. He timidly picked up the glass pieces and delivered them to the dustbin. Upon his returning his face was bubbling with words , his mouth didn’t have to speak , his eyes told me everything , he would complain on all his givings and the disappointments I gave him. He started with a little jerk .. I had never seen him as such fuzzy and tempered but I knew it was not his fault . I heated up the  matter because he mentioned how I lied to him on every word and that I didn’t smile ever neither did I tell him about the guy of the picture who he could clearly see was my life.   Anjali Di..Who do u think I am..just a mere student..no I am not I try so much for u..i can see u have made mistakes in ur life which whizz around ur head but that dosent mean that u will never smile.u always think there is a problem with me that I dnt study in class , well I do have a reason and I do would share it with u someday not like u who would willingly to me. All the students make fun of u .. they say u are a dead zombie who dosent know how to smile. Ur house is so dull and I have seen all the drugs lying in ur house. I don’t demand the reason at immediate but I would like to know why u can move a few muscles for ur stupid friend who smiles like idiots in grave sorrows to see u a bit happy ? ^ Why do I need to smile Rehan..cnt u leave me alone..my life is what I deserve ..u don’t need to poke ur nose into it..who are u to make me smile..?? I realized after a ew seconds what all I had said..the sameexruciating words I said to my love ; my life ..and I knew how hard Rehan tried to make me happy but it wasn’t enough ..i just needed to tell him that but this was too much I think..it took me minutes to clear the dust o thoughts from my mind and by that time Rehan had reached the door. I had once let someone out o my life the same way and I regret it till now..it wasn’t to happen again so I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside..i spoke a word or two of apology when he silently whispered something Its Anya..I cant study because of her..

11^th March..it was 11^th March that fateful day that I decided I would tell Anya everything..i would pour my heart to her..It wouldn’t be much of a job or me..as I was really the king of love..flirt and buttering rather than love actually.I had already thought of lines. Some Shakespere would be best for she loved Love stories and Romeo and Juliet mostly. I was Rehan , The flirtatious , coolest , hottest and smartest Rehan Juneja. My other half was Anya..The Shyest , the smartest , the simplest and the beautiulest.. Anya,..I knew her since 9^th grade when she joined this school..i fell in the magic of love in the second semester of 10 th..and I decided to propose her on 11^th March..a week after 10^th final exams. In the past semester I had tried my best to impress Anya by writing stylish poems to her..By the name of secret admirer which I would be disclosing today..i had often visited near her home just to wave her and I had always helped others infront of her..She had to be impressed the slightest bit..I mean who wasn’t impressed by me..I was Rehan..the master of hearts..I was - - - - back to the point..So I had expected her to be fully impressed by me by now..My plan was difficult really difficult..chances of working were really less according to my less IQ friends..but it would be dangerous as she had two Khali-like elder brothers to beat us up.The only guy who supported me was my best friend , Sushant..he was the second coolest dude..after me that is..he was like a brother to me..So..The plan was difficult but I loved Anya and that was all that mattered according to Sushant. The plan was that me and sushant would go to Payal , Anya’s best friend and convince her to call Anya to “The right Place café “ in the evening by 5.00 PM…Me and Sushant would make adequate excusesto our families and leave for the café..The rest dialogues and all would be up to me..I would propose her and she would accept …the rest of the plan incase o any disturbances or problems was what I didn’t hear from Sushant..i was too happy to listen ..I jumped up and dwn so much that Sushant’s bed had almost broke down. I just knew..me and Sushant had the plan ready now..and she would accept me and my love and everything would be perfect..she would be mine now

Proposal

Gunjan i wnt to talk to you..come upstairs..
Gunjan obeyed the oders silently
Samrat hurried up the stairs while gunjan peacefully followed
WHy did u lie to me..Why cant u say u love me
When did i lie..
U said our friendship dosent matter..Tell me its not true..U said i am just a usual boy to u..
Yes u are just usual..Not in even close to usual for me
Then why..why do u always help me..why is my happiness important..why do u listen to only me even if the rest of the gang pleads..isnt it love..
because ur my friend..because ur my life..
do u want so say anything else....Do u love me
No..I love u ..read my eyes.
Gunjan turned aroun and started walking away..tears rolling down her eyes..
Wait.i have to say something..
What..Gunjan had not enough courage to turn around
U dnt know what it is but i do..
Gunjan inhaled a deep breath
I love u gunjan..do u love me..
Samrat froze in horror as these words came out from his mind..like it was involuntary to speak this out to the love of his life..
Gunjan looked up..she smiled in glory..
she turned around..inside her feelings were confused..happiness pleasure yet releif from the limits and yet again anxiety of replying back
She spun gracefully..
and opened her mouth to speak
She was short with words
her 256 paged dictionary was now rather useless for her..
I love u so much her mind spoke..
she didnt understand what to do
and ran towards Samrat//and collided in his arms..

1st party

Gunjan and Nupur were in total fear..

ten guys surrounded them .. they did not look merciful at all..

Gunjan already broke up into tearrs and Nupur's mind had stopped working..as usual..

A dark haired and heavily muscled guy clapped over Gunjan's head and the lights came on as Gunjan screamed in fear..

The guys stepped aside and Benji stood there laughing..

Nupur looked around..it was the party venue

how cool it was to be in a prank..we are so cool now :) thought Nupur..

Gunjan was fed with anger ..These Mumbai people..No manners at all..

Benji's laughing hadnt yet stopped when Raj started acting Gunjan..

Nnnnnaaahhhhiii...Mujhe chod do...Aaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!@!##!!!..he screamed..

Gunjan was full of shame.. Nupur thought of making these guys taste her dirt when Dia came to cool the matte..or rather ignite a new spark..

Benji Raj..what is this guys..Cheap pranks i tell u..Dia said as she turned to her Morena cousins ..M sorry darlings..these guys have no sense of behaviour..u come with me sweethearts..

Nupur followed Dia and Pulled Gunjan along with her..

They went into an open area..

Loud music was playing and alot of people were dancing and chit chatting..

Nupur didnt have time to look around..she was too busy in trying to be cool but Gunjan examined every detail..

From lights to decorations on the trees to drink counters and to peoplez dressing..she lefy no corner which she hadnt seen..

Oh my god..a  backless dress..she thought as she looked at a girl who was at a little distance from..How cheap this girl is..how can shewear this in a party full of boys.

She almost jumped in fear when a hand touched her shoulder.she spinned around.There stood a boy..decent from all otthers she thought..He wore big spectacles just like her but the frame of his glasses were round.he wore a purple full sleeves shirt and his collar buttone closed..he wore pants and had a belt..his hair were properly oiled and neatly comber..he had folded his hands Namaste ji..Kali ghata ke neeche ..I am Bhavesh..What is your name ji..He smiled what gunjan thought was a friendly smile..she smiled back in response I am Gunjan..Gunjan Bhushan..Dia's cousin sister..its really nice to meet you..

Neele pahadon ke peeche..U look very beautiful ji..You are new here na...Chaliye..i will show u the place..Gunjan shyed down on the word beautiful..he looked trustworthy so she went with him amd the first time since she came to Mumbai she left her sister's side.