Deewanapan-A sajan ff-Part 11 updated

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I m starting my first FF, the main characters of which are Monaya.

Please bear with my mistakes as this is my first ff.

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Characters:

Mohit Seghal as



Samrat Shergill : A very sweet, intelligent, humble and down to earth person. As an orphan he has been bought by St. Paul orphanage authorities. Had a mysterious childhood which he never wishes to discuss with anyone. Took admission to excel on scholarship and is going to start his part-time job as a P.A to one of the big lawyer of Mumbai , Mr. Shekhar Bhushan to fund his daily expenses and further education.

Sanaya Irani as:

Gunjan Bhushan: A beautiful, smart, arrogant NRI daughter of one of the biggest lawyer of Mumbai Mr. Shekhar Bhushan. She studied in Oxford University London and stayed there with her Maternal Grandmother who brought her up after her mother's death. Hates her father and helds him responsible for her mother's death. Had to return o India along with her Grand Mom due to her ill health.Very close to her Grand mother. Will join excel once in Mumbai.

Other Characters:

Shekhar Bhushan


Gunjan's father and owner of one of the largest law firms of India. Deals mainly with Criminal cases. Has contacts from underworld which is unknown to his family and friends.

Gunjan Grand mom


Suhasini Mulay: Gunjan maternal grandmother and her only best friend. She hates her son-in law and Gunjan's dad because she lost her daughter and Gunjan's Mom because of him. But still tells Gunjan to respect her father. Is aware of her son-in-laws secrets and links to underworld but is silent in order to protect Gunjan.

Karishma Tanna as Kritika Bhushan : Gunjan's step mother and Shekhar Bhushan's second wife. Is 25 years younger than her husband. Ex-model cum b- grade movie actress. Married Shekhar for money. Very mean to Gunjan and her Grand mother. Is a low character women and flirts with every men she meets and tries to have extra marital affair with them.

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PART 1

A large building is shown where we see a group of around 6-8 kids aged between 14-15 are standing with a basket ball in hand.

Kid 1: Yaar abhie tak bhaiya aaye kyun nahin. Hamesha to humse pehle hi aa jate hai. To aaj kya hua.

Kid 2: pata nahin yaar. he is very punctual. aaj lagta hai ki practice nahin hogi.

At same time we see a guy of around 20 years is running on the road. A car coming from opposie road was about to hit him but the driver stopped the car just when he was about to get hit.

Driver: Oye bhai....pagal hai kya. Suicide ka itna hi mann ha to kahin aur jakar maro...meri gadi ke neeche kyun aa rahe ho.

Guy turns and says: Sorry bahi. Main late ho raha tha Bahut emergency hai. Kahin Bahut saari musibaatein mera wait kar rahi hai. Unki ke paas jana hai.

Saying this he turns and is face is revealed. He is:

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Part 2

Samrat turns smiles at the driver and again starts running. He reaches the building where the kids were waiting for him. Seeing him the kids became very happy.

Kid 1: Bhaiya, aap aa gaye....we were waiting for you.

Kid 2: Haan, aap to kabhie late nahin hote, to aaj.....

Samrat: Sorry Kids,....woh main kahin phas gaya tha....but there is a good news for all of you.

Saying this he takes out few chocolates from his packets and distributes it to the kids

Samrat: yeh sab tum logon ke liye hai.

Kids: yeh......yipeeeee.....par kyun bhaiya. Kya good news hai.

Samrat: I got admission in one of the biggest college of Mumbai, Excel college. I got there through my scholarship.

Kid 1: Wow bhaiya....congrats. Par woh to bahut dur hai na. Iska matlab ab aap hamare saath nahin rahoge.

Samrat has tears in his eyes listening this.

Kids: Bhaiya, agar aap chale gaye to hume basket ball mein coach kaun karega....aur hame studies mein kaun help karega. Hamare to parents bhi nahin hai. Aap bhi hume akela chod doge.

Samrat: Nahin, kabhie nahin. Mera bhi to tum loge ke alawa koi nahin hai. Hum sab is orphanage mein hi pale-badhe hai. Tum log mere friends ho....main tum logon ko kabhie nahin bhoolunga.

I promise main har weekend tum sab se aake milunga, tumhe bb mein coach karunga aur studies mein help bhi. Par tum loge mujhe promise karo, ki mere jaane ke baad dukhi nahin hoge.

Kids: We promise.

Samrat: Ab chalo....mere packing mein kaun-kaun help karega??

Kids: main-main....!!!

Saying this whole group goes inside the building.

Samrat and the kids are packing his stuff. Samrat removes his clothes from cupboard and finds a box which is kept hidden beneath his clothes. He looks at box with tears in his eyes, and gently picks it up. He opens the box and there is a photo of a little boy with a lady. The box is hugging the lady from the back and lady is smiling. Along with the photo there is a locket with a S pendent. He looks at it sadly and brings it close to his chest and closes his eyes.

Memories of the past started flashing in front of his eyes. A little boy running, his mother running behind him with a glass of milk. "Beta ruko....doodh peekar khelne jana...bahut naughty ho gaye ho....tumhari complain kaungi tumhari teacher se....ruko beta. "

Scene switches to a dark room where the same boy is standing on a stool with his hand tied at his back, his feet tied together. He was gagged with a tape on his mouth. A rope was tied around his neck the other end of which was tied to the ceiling fan. The boy was shivering with fear. He could see his mother on the other end of the room along with few men. He could hear her pleading with the men to spare her child's life, but the men were laughing, and torturing her,.....what was happening to his mother he couldn't understand. He wanted to call out to her but he was unable to do so. All he could hear was her mother constant shrieks and pleadings....and then he heard her for the last time calling....SAMRAT!!!

Samrat suddenly got up from his dream. He was completely drenched by his own sweat and was shivering. He had himself lost the count of how many times he had witnessed this nightmare, but the sad part was it happened for real. The boy in the dream was 10 years old Samrat and the lady was his mother, and the incident happened 10 years ago.

Precap: Samrat enters Excel.