A page from Gunjan's diary
Em a die hard MayUrian but this time I thought of writing something on SaJan! Wait . . . this basically a Gunjan OS with some parts related to Samrat. This is for all u SaJanians out there. 
There u go . . .*****
Ridhima's POV:
Gosh, what is with this girl, it's 1 at night and she's like . . . writing poems! Man!
"Gunjan, come on in." shouted Ridhima from her room.
"Di, I'll be there within 10 min." she replied.
"Fine, good night."
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Gunjan promised Ridhima to be back within 10 min but 2 hrs passed away and she was still engrossed in her own work. She was writing a poem, a poem on her life! That day was her 21st birthday. She was nor graduate. She had done English Honors and was specifically keen on writnig poems and scripts. She felt good when she wrote, she used to feel content then.
Gunjan was basically a very extrovert, talkative, chidish and friendly gal. But only for the world. IN reality, she was an introvert and extra sensitive girl. A complete loner, in true sense. Her sensitivity was clearly visible to everyone but she always wanted to appear in front of the world.
While writing, God knows came to her mind, she started sobbing! She was almost in tears and was taken aback.
"God, why do u always snatch away my happiness? What have I done?? Do temme if I by any chance did any drastic mistake. Oh lord, why? Main kya kiya hai jo mujhe ye jhelna padta aa raha hai. Kyun??" she spoke. Her anguish, agony and anger took control on her. She was angry on herselves and her situation made her nostalgic. There were no bounds of her agony.
She quickly got up and brought her journal out. She was sitting on a swing at the terrace of her sister, Ridhima Malik's place. Her jiju, Armaan was out for work therefore Gunjan stayed along with her sister. She started writing, she found it easy and better to write down everything she felt and feel better.
She wrote -
"Feb 19, 2018
18 Feb, 97 . . . this was the day when a curse named Gunjan Bhushan was born. A gal who was never able to satisfy her parents, her friends, the guys she loved. None of em! And guess what? Em Gunjan! The biggest curse ever.
I dunno what for am cursing myself, I really dunno. Since the very first day, I had many complexes due to which I felt inferior. Half of my childhood went by with the shame and agony of me being ugly and over weight. I spent a long time thinking about things that I shouldn't have in the first place.Though, my case of early maturity was nothing really special, yet it did blunders. BLUNDERS! People loved me, some even said that I was truly an angel while others said that I was for no good to em. I had spent my life fighting with my Mum, running away from my responsibilities, never doing things I was supposed to and creating problems in everyone's life. I was a true dreamer! I bet, u couldn't have found anyone who' would have been as dreamy as I was.But due to things I faced, I ended up loosing my chance to fulfill my dream. I had been underestimating myself for no reason and I still do that. I keep my angelic self to myself and expect people to find it themselves. I think no one understands me cause I dun understand mysel in the first place. Moreover, I never let anyone come close to me. I have all my questions along with their answers but in a jumbled way and em unable to solve this jigsaw, my life. My whole life, so far had been spent in finding out the answer of only question! Just one - WHAT HAVE I DONE? WHY ON EARTH DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME, ALWAYS! WHY?
To Be Continued . . .
I know it's short and boring!
But I had to write it warna so nah pati main! 
Have to go to school tomorrow therefore I'd finish it up by tomorrow. I promise you that you'd get some great SG parts in the forthcoming update along with some parts which have REALITY in em, I hope u like it. Keep reading! Cheers! ****
Sorry for the delay, here is the last part!
My teenage is now gone! And I must say, it was miserable. It's not that I was a loner so stuff, it's just that I wasted all the time in doing things I wasn't supposed to and missed all the fun I would have had. I was a teenager who got matured earlier than when actually I was supposed to, that perhaps killed me. I was extra sensitive, I still am but I somehow fail in expressing myself all the time, I tend to hurt people who love me! ALWAYS! I still remember the day, I first met Samrat. 22nd Sept, 2015, a usual day at school. I was in class 12th, he was a new admission. Was different from the typical ruthless guys! I got attracted towards him when I first saw him. But he fell in love with me. Fancy! A gal like me. We slowly became friends and at last, we were together. In college also, we were together! I loved him very much but still I didn't have blind faith in him. This killed him day and night. And one day we both decided to break up. It was his birthday. He's worst birthday and the owrst day of my life. Worse than the usual.
He loved me more than I love him. I knew that. He left Delhi forever and got settled in USA, with his elder brother, Mayank. We are still in touch and the way he talks to me shouts that he still loves me. So do I. My first book called "My Life" is gonna publish soon. I've piled up all the poems and short stories I've written so far in it. Thorugh this, I want to share my pain with the whole world. The only good things in my life are - my Di and Jiju and my profession. Else, I would have died long back. Nothing good can ever happen in my life. Never and now em used to it and would never mind. -Gunjan
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After 1 month, her book got published. It was a big hit, a press conference was organized.
"Ma'am, what inspired you to write this book?" asked one of the journalists.
"Nothing as such. I've been writing all this since when I was 13." she replied.
"Wow! You mean, you didn't put any extra eforts in writing you're first ever book?"
"Nope."
"Ma'am, but this book seems a bit too realistic! One can relate to it. Does that mean it's based on your own life?" questioned another journalist.
"Yeah, it is." Gunjan answered, in a ther low tone.
Everything went off well, Gunjan was happy after quite a lot of time.
Samrat was watching this! He lived in USA. He was surprised to see Gunjan like that after so long, he knew how sad she was since the very beginning still a beautiful smile used to play on her face everytime but not she seemed like a complete saddist. And when he heard that that book was based on her life, he bought a opy of the book for himself. What he read atonished him.
"She still loves me. I knew it. And my poor angel has gone thorugh so much. I thought I knew everything about her but I guess I was wrong. I have to go, meet her." he thought.
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Samrat went to India, after 2 yrs. He missed his country a lot. When he went to her house, no one except the servant was at home. He asked him to wait. Samrat was feeling very nervous. Moreover, he felt the urge of seeing his angel. He threw away all her photographs, he went up to her room in hope to see a few of her pictures. When he went there, he saw only one photo in there. That picture was his, Ridhima's and Armaan's. The most important people of Gunjan's life. He found a diary lying under it. He picked it.
"This is Gunjan's jounal. I must read this." he thought.
He read it and felt very very nostalgic. He had lost his senses. He didn't want to live. He could feel her pain. His love's pain.
"Samrat, tum?" exclaimed a girl from behind.
Samrat turned around only to see Gunjan, smiling at him. She had grown weak. She looked frail and had lost her charm. She had dark circles. She looked very simple in the plain white suit she was wearing! He cursed himself as he was the one cause of whom she bacame like that.
As soon as she saw Samrat, God knows what happened to her. She ran up to him and hugged him tighltly.
Samrat reciprocated with equal love. When they broke apart, both felt awkward."Gunjan, I dun wanna waste anymore time. I wanna confess something."
"Bolo."
"I still love you. I never knew how sad you were and how hard you tried to hide it from me. I'm very very sorry." he brok down.
"No Samrat! You wre the only GOOD part of my life. Everything seemed good and blissful when I was with you. Else, life was no less than a nightmare for me."
"I know that and now nothing like that would happen EVER again."
He knelt down, took her hand in his and said, "Ms. Gunjan Bhushan, will you marry me?"
"Yes." she said, without taking time. She felt very happy! She felt complete.
Samrat kissed her hand.
He got up and pulled her in for a hug. They were both ery happy. They felt complete. ~Sometimes, Gos troubles for quite a lot of time . . . but he still keeps something great in stor for you. Something that fills your lufe with utter joy and happiness. Something that makes your life seem like a fairytale.
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Comments (25)
awesome yaar........too good........
15 years ago
Hey dear! Very nyc!!! Keep it up!!!
15 years ago
wo!!! excellent writing skills yaar..... really loved it- how do u get time to write all this, huh?? really really very impressive and dreamy.....keep me updated!!! bye.....
15 years ago
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15 years ago
great one yaar.... loved it.....
15 years ago
awesome part yaar loved the ending and also the quote thnx for the pm
15 years ago
hey darlin,wow dis was a very emotional and touching piece of writing....poor sajan... at least dere together now and happy looking fwd to more!!!love loadsxxxxxxx
15 years ago
i am the first one to comment for the entire part......loved it yaar.......the best os u have written so far....i am a crazy mayurian yet i loved sajan......what a part!!!!!! lovely......mahak032009-10-16 04:49:14
15 years ago
very nice yaar....gr88888 job......
15 years ago
hey jiah..nice update.. What did she do in her teens that she regrets so much?.. anyway her book was about her life..thats y it was a hit..it was sad but then her life was'nt so bad..c'mon she dated Samrat..! n now he confessed to her finally,thank god 4 that!..m really happy they're gonna marry now.. thnx 4 d PM do write more -aish
15 years ago