The downpour has started again. Jassi takes an umbrella (and no Tiki, it wasn't pink but black😆—pink sari + pink umbrella would have looked weird) and ventures out to look for Armaan.
The beach is deserted, the shops closed. She walks a long way without seeing a sign of him. In despair, she stops and closes her eyes. Her hand goes to her stomach.
Her tears mingling with the rain, she whispers, "Armaan, please aa jao…..hamare baby ke liye aa jao….."😭
She opens her eyes, but there is no sign of Armaan. Listlessly she walks a little way further.
A little ahead, Armaan is sitting desolately on a bench, oblivious of the rain soaking him. Jassi spies him in the weak glare of the street-lamp. As she comes and stands before him, he raises his eyes and looks earnestly at her for a moment, before lowering them again.
"Armaan, chalo waapas chale…"
Armaan says stubbornly, "Nahin Jassi, tum jao, main khud aa jaunga."
J: (annoyed) Yeh kya paagalpan hai Armaan? Main itni der se tumhe dhoondh rahi hoon aur tum….tumhe mere saath chalna hi hoga!
Armu maintains an obstinate silence. Jassi purses her lips.
"Theek hai….agar tum nahin aoge toh main bhi nahin jaungi….yahin baithi rahungi tumhare saath, raat bhar!" She closes her umbrella and sits down beside him.
Armaan springs to his feet and snatches the umbrella. Quickly opening it, he hisses, "Jaasi, tum yeh kya kar rahi ho? Iss tarah tum bheeg jaogi!"
Just as firmly, she snatches back the umbrella and closes it. "Bheegne do na…tumhe kya farak padta hai?"
They glare at each other for a moment. Then Armaan grits his teeth. "Theek hai….chalo!"
Hiding her smile, Jassi reopens the umbrella and they start walking back, clinging close under its shelter. For a while there is silence between them. Then Armaan speaks—
"Jassi, un phoolon ka tumne kya kiya?"
Jassi turns and stares at him in shock. "Tumhe kaise pata ki mere paas phool the?"
A: Jassi, tumne mujhe nahin dekha, par maine tumhe dekh liya tha….highway par….tum Saagar ke saath car mein thi….par tumhara dhyaan meri taraf nahin tha!
J: Armaan, tum taxi mein the? Mujhe kya pata tha ki tum taxi mein hoge….par tum ja kahan rahe the?
Armaan grabs her shoulders in exasperation. "Kahan ja raha tha? Jaasi, tum shaam se gayab thi….kya main chain se baith sakta tha? Main tumhe dhoondhne, Saagar ke ghar ja raha tha…
J: Lekin Armaan, main Saagar ke ghar nahin gayi thi..
He looks blankly at her. "Toh …phir kahan?"
She tells him the whole story. Armaan listens as if he cannot believe what he is hearing.
"Kya….ussne itna bada jhooth bola!"
J: Chodo na Armaan….pyaar mein insaan har raasta apnaane ko taiyar ho jaata hai. Yaad hai, jub tumhare engagement Mallika se hui thi…..par tumhe mujhse pyaar ho gaya tha…kya tumne Mallika ko bataya tha ki tumhe apni secretary se pyaar ho gaya hai?
She smiles naughtily, and she can't resist grinning back. They hug. 😳
Then something hits Armaan—"Jassi, iska matlab hai….tumne shaam se kuch nahin khaaya?"
J: Toh kya tumne khaya..?
A: Nahin Jassi, yeh theek nahin hai….tum pregnant ho, tum bhookhi nahin reh sakti.
J: Lekin iss waqt toh resort ka kitchen bhi bund ho chukka hoga…aur hamare cottage main bhi kuch nahin hai…
Armaan looks around frantically. He grabs her arm in delight. "Jassi, who dekho….wahaan ek shop abhi khuli hai…"
They hurry there and find that it is a bhelpuri stall. They gobble down the snack, casting loving glances at each other, giggling like children……😛
Eventually they set off again. Not a soul is to be seen on the lonely beach. The fury of the storm is increasing. Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind blows away their umbrella.
"Damn!" Armaan tries to run after it, but the wind is too fast for him.
JandA stare at each other in consternation. "Ab kya kare?"
Then, luckily, they spot a canopy (probably intended for tourists ) at some distance. They run towards it, giggling.
Once inside, Jassi tries to squeeze the droplets out of her wet hair. Armaan stares at her ardently. Without warning, he glides behind her and puts his arms around her.
Jassi jumps. "Armaan!"
Gently taking her shoulders, he turns her around to face him. "Jassi", he whispers, "uss din….hamara dance adhoora reh gaya tha…."
She stares at him uncomprehendingly.
He goes on, his hand straying to her face, "Kyun na uss dance ko hum….aaj poora kar le?"
Jassi stammers, "Dance….? Lekin….yahan music kahan hai?"
He takes a little step back and grins. "Toh issme kya problem hai…music main provide kar deta hun!"
He starts singing, "Tum paas aaye, yun muskuraaye…" (Apu really has a good voice👏), and, taking J's hand, pulls her lightly towards him.
Out of the blue, the instrumental version of Kuch kuch hota hai starts playing in the background. (Okie, okie, I know this was a direct lift from the movie, but personally, I don't at all mind TnD's lack of originality this one time😉—I lowe this number, and it is the same one to which Mona danced with PC at the ITA awards. Now if she could sizzle with him, the effect with Apu HAS to be mind-blowing!😳)
A startled Jassi falls easily into Armaan's arms. They sway gently to the tune, as Armaan's hand slowly snakes up Jassi's bare back, to caress her shoulders, and finally to entwine itself in her wet hair. Jassi has her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Their foreheads meet; they stare longingly at each other. Jassi looks helplessly in love. She blurts out, "I love you, Armaan!"
Just as passionately, he whispers back, "I love you too, Jassi!"
The camera moves to focus on his back as JandA seal their love with a kiss.
(Don't get your hopes too high—you can't see much except the back of Armaan's head and Jassi's hand in his hair. But still….a JandA kiss is a JandA kiss!😛)
The episode concludes with them wrapped in a tight hug.😳😳😳
(Man oh maaaaannn, my hormones were going into overdrive, imagining how MandA must be feeling, all wet and clinging to each other like that!😉)
Monday: Armaan is yelling at Pari.
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