Jassi, Francesca and Saagar are stranded in the fort thanks to the rain. Saagar drives in his jeep to shelter while Jassi and Francesca shiver in the cold.
S offers J his coat but she declines.
S insists, "Jassi ji, aapko thand lag jayegi."
J: Nahin, thank you, I'm okay; aur aap log mujhe please 'Jassi' kahiye.
F: Theek hai, Jassi. (smiles—Gauri looks lovely when she smiles👏). Aapko lagta hoga ki hum apko iss veeran jagah kyun laye; par yeh hamare liye bahut special jagah hai. Yahin pe hum saalo tak chup-chup kar milte rahe. Hum chahte the ki aap yahin par hamare pyaar ki kahani sune.
S: (smiling mischievously😳) Aur waise bhi, agar main aapko apne ghar le jata toh iske Dad ke saamne saara bhaanda phoot jata!
Since J has declined the coat (wonder why, she was in a halter-neck while F was at least wearing a full-sleeved kurti😕), S goes over to F and fusses over her.
F: Nahin Saagar, mujhe coat nahin chahiye; main theek hoon. (sneezes)
S firmly puts the coat around her shoulders. "Cessie, chup chaap meri baat maan lo; dekho, tumhe sardi lag gayi hai….."
J watches them indulgently. It reminds her of Armaan and herself.
Awwww…….cute JandA flashback:😳😳😳
J is sitting up in bed, looking wan and ill. Armu is forcing her to take some medicine.
J: Armaaaaan…..mujhe kuch nahin hua hai…bas thodi si sardi hai…
A: Jassi, tumhe 101 degree fever hai….yeh medicine chup chaap le lo…aur main tumhare liye garam-garam soup la raha hoon….
J vainly struggles to get out of bed. "Mujhe Gulmohur jana hi hoga, bahut sara kaam hai….
A: Jassi, Gulmohur ko Nandu sambhal lega….aaj tum poora din aaram karogi aur main tumhare paas rahunga…
J sighs in resignation. "Theek hai…jaisa tum kaho…"
Armu flashes his dimples.😳 "That's like a good girl." He gently kisses her forehead.😛
Back to the present—Jassi restlessly paces back and forth, looking despairingly at the pouring rain outside.
"Armaan….tum pata nahin kya soch rahe hoge!"
She again tries to phone him, but the network gives no signal. Saagar watches her sympathetically.
"Yahan network ki bahut problem rehti hai…aur iss toofan mein toh….mere phone mein bhi network nahin aa raha."
Armaan is sitting in a bar, drinking away to glory. He glances at his watch—it is 8:30. He winces and swallows the rest of his drink in one go. Staggering outside, he enters his car. It refuses to start.
He bangs the dashboard in frustration. "Damn, damn, damn!" (Sharmiiiiii….!😆)
Armu gets out and walks towards the resort. When he reaches the cottage, the still-locked door frustrates his hopes. He stumbles back towards where he left his car, the rain soaking him.
At 9 o'clock, the rain finally stops. The three of them immediately start the car and head towards the resort. However, as they reach the main road, a long line of traffic confronts them.
Saagar gets out to inquire. He comes back with the news that the storm had uprooted a tree that blocked the highway, and all traffic has come to a standstill.
Jassi cries out, "Lekin mujhe Armaan ke paas jaldi se jaldi pahunchna hoga! Pata nahin wohho kya soch rahe hoge?"
Saagar: Hamare paas aur koi raasta nahin…road clear hone mein kum-se-kum ek ghanta lagega.
Despite her desperation, J can do nothing but wait.
Armaan hails a taxi and asks him to take him to Saagar's locality (some Portuguese name that I don't remember).
The driver (is Sid reading this….he was the SAME GTD they always use everywhere!😆) refuses.
Attitude Suri: What do you mean…nahin ja sakte?
GTD: Saab, aage highway par bahut bada traffic jam laga hai….aaga jaana impossible hai…
Armaan winces again and starts pacing the beach. "Jassi….aakhir tum kahan ho?'
And in the car, Jassi is praying, "Babaji, mujhe Armaan se milva do….."😭
Tomorrow: Jassi reaches the cottage and asks the watchman about Armaan.
