My version

My version of what the Sam Suhani confrontation should have been

I have ignored Adhiraj completely as I don't feel he adds much to the story and Suhani's concentration should be on the brother she ostensibly came to find. If I need him later, i will add him.
The scene starts from the confrontation at the hospital where Samrat finds out that Nups2 is Suhani and that Gunjan knew it. This is part 1. Part 2 with more of SG will be added later. Am opening the blog to make it easy to comment.


Samrat stared at Gunjan and then at Suhani. Suhani. His sister.

His sister.

Whom he hated. Hated with all his heart, hated even more than he did his father or his mother. His father had neglected him all his life, his mother had done the same, but he had tried to protect and shelter his younger sister as much as he could, as much as a child of ten could, from all the ugliness that was happening in their home. And she had loved him, she had sheltered behind him and when the time came to choose, she had chosen their mother and gone off with her. She had known what their father was like, but she had abandoned him like his mother had. And it hurt worse, because his mother, like his father, never had time for him, but Suhani? She lived for him, for her big brother whom she idolized. The brother who had borne the worst of their parents’ taunts and even beatings, and protected her from them. She had sheltered behind him. And then she walked off with their mother without looking back.

Samrat looked back at Gunjan.

“Tum jaanti thi? Ki yeh Suhani hai?” he asked in a voice that didn’t sound like his own. She swallowed nervously and nodded.

“Tum jaanti thi … aur tumne mujhe nahin bataya?”

“Bhai … maine Gunjan ko mana kiya …” began Suhani but Samrat held up his hand and she stopped. He didn’t look at her, his eyes were fixed on Gunjan.

“How could you, Gunjan?” he asked in a very low voice.
And he walked out.

Gunjan and Suhani stared at his retreating back and then at each other, identical looks of distress on their faces. Suhani sank down on her knees, tears starting to flow down her cheeks.

“He hates me,” she said. “He hates me, Gunjan Bhai ne ek baar bhi meri taraf nahin dekha. Gunjan …”

Gunjan stared numbly at the doorway, too stunned at Samrat’s reaction to cry. He would be angry, she had known. So angry? Would he understand why she hadn’t told him? Would she be able to make him understand?
The others stared at each other. They had never seen Samrat like this before. Dia, Uday, Benji, who didn’t know the full story, were baffled. Mayank and Nupur looked at each other, identical looks of dismay on their faces.

And then there was a sound breaking the silence of the night. They all heard the sound of Samrat’s motocycle revving and then roaring down the drive and into the distance.

Gunjan looked at Suhani, decision on her face. “Suhani, mere saath aao,” she said.

Samrat’s house was in darkness, but there was a single dull glow coming from what Gunjan knew was his room. The door was open, the bike parked carelessly just outside, the engine still warm. Samrat had obviously just reached.

Gunjan made to go in, but Suhani held her back.

“Gunjan, Bhai bahut gusse mein hai. Maine kaha tha na, ki he hates me. Voh mujhe kabhi maaf nahin karenge.”

Gunjan looked back at Suhani gently.

“Suhani, ab to Samrat ko pata chal gaya hai ki tum kaun ho. Aur kitne din usse chhupogi? Aur kitne din hum jhooth bolte? Kabhi na kabhi to sach ko bahar aana hi tha … achcha hua jaldi aa gaya. Jitni der lagti, sach bolna utna hi mushkil hota rehta.”

“Lekin …” Suhani said, still very nervous, but Gunjan was determined.

“Chalo, Suhani,” she said and Suhani had no choice but to follow.
As they entered, they heard the sound of thudding from Samrat’s room, and then the sound of a crash of breaking glass. Suhani held back, but Gunjan went forward, pulling her by the hand. The door to Samrat’s room was open, and the girls looked round it carefully. The room was a mess, Samrat’s jacket was flung carelessly across his bed, a basketball lay abandoned on the floor, and there were shards of broken glass everywhere from the the mirror which had just been broken by the basketball trophy that had apparently been flung at it in blind rage. The trophy lay on its side amid the slivers of glass and Suhani gave a half sob on seeing it and started into the room to pick it up.

Samrat glared at her. Then he looked behind her and saw Gunjan. She looked back at him, her face tense and nervous, but determined and he looked away, his face closing. She came forward.

“Samrat, please … Suhani ki baat to suno …”

“Mujhe koi baat nahin sunni,” he interrupted curtly and turned his back to her.

Gunjan spoke in a softer voice from behind him.

“Meri bhi nahin, Samrat?”

He turned back at that, the anger again on his face.

“Tumhari bhi nahin, Chashmish. Tumne mujhse jhooth bola. Tumne mujhe sikhaya ki sachai kya hoti hai … aur tumne mujhse jhooth bola. Pehli baar … aur voh bhi … Suhani ke liye …”

“Pehli baar nahin, Samrat,” she said and his head whipped up to look at her. she swallowed at the anger on his face and went on doggedly. “Pehli baat to tumse jhooth nahin bola, Samrat … yeh doosri baar hai. Lekin pehli baar bhi vajah vahi thi … aur iss baar bhi vajah vahi thi … Farak sirf itna hai ki pehli baar meri jhooth bolne ki vajah tum khud samajh gaye the.”

He looked at her, puzzled, and she went on, drawing courage from the fact that his puzzlement was replacing his anger.

“Tumhe yaad nahin, Samrat? Jab maine tumhe kaha ki hamari friendship Sheena se zyada zaroori nahin hai. Tab bhi to maine jhooth bola tha, Samrat. Lekin tum Morena mein samajh gaye the ki maine voh jhooth kyun bola.”

She came closer to him, tears now starting in her eyes.

“Maine voh jhooth kyun bola tha, Samrat? Batao? Tumhi ne to mujhe Morena mein yeh sawaal kiya tha … lekin tab tum is sawaal ka jawab jaante the.”

He turned away, as though he didn’t want to answer her. But Gunjan was determined. She walked around him so that she was facing him again.

“Kyun, Samrat?”
He was silent still, his shoulders tense. But Gunjan wasn’t done.

“Kyun, Samrat? Bolo? Maine jhooth kyun bola tha?”

“Kyunki tum mujhse pyaar karti thi!” he shouted, finally goaded out of his silence by her words. “Lekin tum tab bhi galat thi, Chashmish, aur ab bhi galat ho! Main Sheena ke saath zyada khush nahin tha, voh hamari dosti se zyada zaroori nahin thi … aur yeh tum jaanti ho! Aur aaj … aaj tumne Suhani ke liye mujhse jhooth bola? Kya Suhani mujhse zyada important ho gayi? Kya uski khushi tumhare liye meri khushi se zyada important ho gayi? Ki tumne mujhse Suhani ke kehne par jhooth bola? Ek baar mujhse nahin poocha …”

“To main kya karti, Samrat?” Gunjan broke in, tears running down her cheeks now. “Tum hi bolo, main kya karti? Tumhe aakar bata deti ki yeh Nupur nahin, tumhari behen Suhani hai? Yeh jaante hue ki tum Suhani ko ek minute mein apni zindagi se bahar nikal dete … aur phir se akele ho jaate? Yeh jaante hue ki tum apne family ko itna miss karte ho … main ek bhi koshish nahin karti …?”

“Main unko nahin miss karta,” Samrat said uncertainly, looking away from her and she looked straight back at him.

“Nahin miss karte? Samrat, ab tum jhooth bol rahe ho … aur tum bhi yeh jaante ho.”

“Nahin miss karta, Chashmish,” he repeated and this time more firmly. “Un logon ko main kyun miss karun jinko meri koi parvah nahin hai? Dad – jo paise to jee khol kar bhej dete hain, lekin school ki chhutiyon mein mujhe boarding mein he rehne ko kehte hain, kyunki unke paas mere liye vakt nahin hai. Mom – jinhe apni life … aur apni beti se fursat nahin hai, yeh dekhne ke liye ki unka beta theek hai ya nahin … jab ki voh Dad ko jaanti hain. Aur meri behen …” he turned and looked at Suhani, and the anger, the hatred was back in his eyes, “… meri choti behen … jise maine nau saal tak protect kiya, taaki use mom dad ke jhagdon ki aawaz na sunayi de, unke fights aur arguments use raat mein nightmares na de, jaise mujhe dete the, use akele rehne ka darr na lage, jaise mujhe lagta tha … voh behen khushi khushi mom ke saath chali gayi, ek baar bhi mujhe mud ke nahin dekha? Ek chitthi tak nahin likhi? Ek baar bhi mom ko nahin kaha ki Bhai ko chhutiyon mein hamare paas bula lo?”

“Bhai!” broke in Suhani, “Bhai, maine chitthi likhi! Rakhi bheji! Tumhara koi jawab nahin aaya, phir bhi main har saal bhejti thi …”

“Phir se jhooth, Suhani,” he said and turned away from her.

“Tumhe kaise pata ki Suhani jhooth bol rahi hai, Samrat?” Gunjan asked quietly and the calm of her voice reached him like Suhani’s tears had failed to do.

“Kyun ki mujhe ek bhi chitthi nahin mili,” he replied. “Ek bhi chitthi nahin, Chashmish, na ek phone call … aur jitni bhi chitthiyan maine likhi, unka ek bhi jawab nahin. Aur tum kehti ho ki voh jhooth nahin bol …”

“Bhai, tumne chitthi kab likhi?” asked Suhani and he broke off to stare at her.

“Ab tum kahogi ki main jhooth bol raha hun,” he said angrily. “Divorce ke dus din baad tumhara birthday tha. Maine chithhi likhi, card bheja aur card mein likha ki main tumhe phone karunga. Jab phone kiya to mujhe bataya gaya ki tum mujhse baat nahin kar sakti. Har baar jab maine tumhe phone kiya, yehi jawab mila … aur phir mujhe boarding school bhej diya gaya. Vahan se chitthiyan likhi, uska bhi koi jawab nahin aaya.”

“Divorce ke baad main itni upset thi,” said Suhani slowly, “ki main do hafte bed mein rahi. Doctor bhi kuch samajh nahin sake. Sirf roti rehti aur tumhe bulati rehti. Kisi ne mujhe nahin bataya ki tumne phone kiya tha. Ya tumhara card aaya tha. Aur jab mom se zid karke maine tumhe phone kiya, to pata laga ki dad ne tumhe India mein boarding school bhej diya hai. Unhone mom ko school ka naam pata batane se mana kar diya, is liye tumhe chitthi ghar ke address par hi bhejti thi, yeh soch kar ki voh tumhe bhej denge …”

She stared at Samrat. Her eyes were pleading with him to believe her and he stared back at her.

Gunjan left the room quietly. Brother and sister needed to talk things out between themselves.