Pyar - the power of Love and Friendship - Page 13

My dearest reader,

Tum log tho kamal ho, how did you know I had more comeing up and did not post a reply....man I love you guys. Like this update tell me.

Krishi

i luved n i think da guy chokin on his coffee was prem when will there be sum scenes between prem n mukti

great update and i also think it's prem that's choking on the coffee

You are a great writer Krishi and we all love your fan-fic. 👏 👏

that was great!
u know i really dont know if mukti will ever end uo wtih any of these guys!but im starting to like angad-mukti 2gether!
lol
it was an awesome part...ur descriptons r amazing!
plz cont soon !

Seen four:

A guy is seen chocking on his coffee, the broad worked out shoulders and hot sleeveless t-shirt, Angath Kanna. "What is this?" Mukti comes down dressed in a lime green skirt and a matching top.

"What's up Angath?" she asked not wishing him good morning taking a coffee cup. He handed her the magazine with the article, "This." Mukti coolly read the whole article and looked at the photographs of them together. Slowly she reflected, "She has made a good job of twisting our words. Those were ones we told with no 'double meaning' or anything."

Angath looked furious, "Mukti did you read the part about my feelings for you?"

"Yes I did and she is telling the truth the album concept was you're idea." She pointed out, "Besides we are emotionally attached in many ways Angath. We do have a relationship of pain…both of us lost our loves for no mistake of ours." Angath ignored her argument, and continued fuming.

"How about us going around together?" he demanded.

"So what…she even mentioned about my relationship with Pratheek very nicely." She added looking at him, "Besides Angath she is a journalist who is writing for a gossip magazine, what more do you expect?"

Angath sat down on the couch frustrated, "I should not have given that interview, it spoils you're and my image." Mukti sat on his lap and placed an arm around his shoulder, "Listen buddy, it does not she only expresses that we may fall in love, she does not say we are in love." Angath continued to be grouchy, "Look at another point, she clears that even we are like other humans who need rest not exactly super humans because we are stars." Angath finally smiled, "You're right, I think it was good."

"That's my buddy, all right I have to go by." She got of his lap and left.

Seen five:

Mukti is sitting in her bed room, with Josh and laughing her head off about the article when Josh looks scared, "Mukti this would affect our plan of getting Angath and Kripa back together."

"No Josh it won't it would help, you see after this Kripa would positively be jealous." Mukti explained and a smile went on his lips, "So when she sees us together in the shows she is bound to blow up, too bad I need to work with Prem for a few week only then can I put this plan in action." She complained, Josh patted her cheek.

"Considering my sister she will remember this for sure hay did Yasmi get her to the show?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes and so did Angath, man this is going to be fun." she said, "After all both want to help orphaned children."

"Tell me about it…" Mukti and Josh exchanged high-fives, "The show is also a big one…man I can't wait."

"Me too…hay you need to start packing." Josh remained her. Mukti got up and took a suitcase and started putting some of her clothes, jewellery and cosmetics inside. Finally she put in a journal into the tightly packed bag and closes it. "I better change Prem said he would be hear any moment."

"All right I have a recording, by." Josh and Mukti hugged and he left. Mukti went up to the rest of her wardrobe and thought about what to wear. Finally she just changed into a jeans and a black sandals. "Kaka…" she called out to the servant and he came in, "Ji bitiya…"

"Mera baag thayar hai, jaisa Prem ajatha hai uski gaadi par rakdijiya na. Aur haan mai kuch kathi tho seedi kitchen ka andar bijua dijia na." She requested.

"Ji bitiya…" he took the bag, "Shukriya." She said smileing.

Seen six:

A car drove into the Kapoor house, a servant came down and said, "Mukti bitiya na isa aap ki gadi par rakna ka lia kaha." Prem opens the dickey and the bag is kept in just as he is about to move away when Mukti comes out, "O you are here, good, chala?"

"Sure." He opend the door for her and she got in, he too went and sat down and both drove away. After some time he finally spoke, "You have a tight shedule most of the mornings I think you may want to look at the file." She reached out and took the file he handed her while driving, she studied it.

"Looks like you have not given me much time to rest till Wednesday." She comented, he looked at her, and turned back to the road. "Hmm…looks like there are many out door shootings. Great hope the wearther is not bad." Again he did not respond. Finally she addressed him directly, "Prem um why is there a party today evening?"

"This is where the actual work starts and you sine the contract for the media and all." He explained, "Get a speech ready, do you have you're lap top?"

"Yes I brought it along with me don't wory I can take care of that." She answered, "I have a lot of experience in such things."

"I guss so…um…I read the article about you and Angath, good job." He said for the first time she smiled.

"Who me and Angath or the reporter for twisting our words." She asked, Prem for a second was lost in the smile, refused to coment on that.

"Can I play some songs? I am feeling kind of dull…" she started he did not wait for her to say the whole thing but simply slid in a c.d. He plays the song Banu Raani from from the movi 1947 Earth. Mukti simes and the camera fousis on her, slowly she goes into her own world. "Mukti – Mukti." Prem calls her only when he shakes her does she come to her senses. "K-kya hua?"

"Umm I was kind of hungry you want to eat?" he asked looking towards a dabah.

"Lets go…" she say Prem happily goes in and they eat. All through time Prem does not take his eyes of Mukti who is not paying attention to him. Finally he brakes the silence, "Basan – Mutki tum teek tho ho na? You are not sick or anything?"

"No I was just thinking about some things, nothing much." she says.

Krishi

wow!jst caught up, great part!continue sn!!

Part two: What's going on?

Seen one:

Prem dives into a five-start hotel a man comes and starts taking the bags out, Mukti gets out. A large cowed surrounds her for getting autographs Prem watched as he got the bags out and went to check them in. "I made reservations hear."

"Name sir?" she asked.

"Prem Sharma and Mukti Kapoor." He answered, she entered it and said, "Yes sir rooms number 801 and 802," looking at a man, "Take their bags."

"Umm this one in 801 and the other in 802," Prem told him and asked the lady, "Can you give me the keys I will hand them to her."

"Sure sir, have a nice stay." She makes the keys (slid in ones)

"Thanks." He smiled politely and in a dashing manner, just then Mukti got away from the crowd and came in, "Mukti you're key room number 801 bags are already sent."

"Thanks a lot…I do get some rest right?" she asked him curiously.

"Sure you need some let's go." They walked away towards their rooms, "Looks like you gave strict instructions about no welcome why?"

"I am sick of making entrances U.D I can't seem to get away from autographs" She rolled her eyes, he smiled at the civil ness, "and My rooms hear I have got to go, see you in the party tonight?"

"Yes – by." was all he could muster up. She entered the room to be mesmerized by it, "Wow, it looks beautiful." It did, a large bed with dark blue covers and a set of white curtains. The balcony had a pool side view and her bag was placed down casually in a corner. In minutes she was fast asleep…still in the jeans. Half an hour had swept by when Prem came and knocked, no reply though the door was wide open. He went in only to find her shoes thrown about and she was fast asleep. Prem simply stood and stared at her, she looked beautiful cuddling a pillow. Her dreams seemingly present lay a smile in them, the slow breath made her relax completely in her sleep. A strand of her hair fell on her face, gently he moved them away and left the place and her alone. Almost, his mobile rang and woke her up, "Hello?" he snapped.

"Prem its Sharath I called to ask if you reached, mom wanted to know…" he added.

"Yeah yeah we have reached." He snapped and cut the line, "Tum yaha kya kar raha ho?" Asked a sleepy voice, he turned around to see Mukti half awake still in bed, she looked up at him.

"I came to check if you are awake but you were still sleeping so I decided to go, sorry if the call woke you." He really sounded apologetic.

"No problem," she got up, "Might as well unpack." Prem watched her un pack and put everything away. Finally she sighed, "Done. Tum aab thak yaha ho?"

"Sorry I just wanted to talk to you about something." he said nerviously, "Its about the vidio. The songs are basked with a male model so you may have to work up close with them."

"No problem, I have done videos before." She answered calmly he felt like an idiot. All he wanted to do was be close to her but he spoiled it again, he really did not know his own feelings for her.

"Ofcorse – I just wanted to make sure." He stammered, "See you around seven in the party by."

Seen two:

Prem knowcked Mukti's door, "Come in." she called. He went in to be mesmerized, she was in a dress. The top was held on her shoulders with leaves like butterfly wings and a wavy few layers, then smooth red, her skirt was in a yellow colure with gold thin strips that reached a littlie bellow her knees. She is wearing a set of bangles, yellow in the centre and red on the side. Her right hand has a watch, she was a gold and ruby based earring. She is trying to wear a matching necklace but unable to hook it on, Prem steps behind her. Gently taking it from her and places it on her neck and fixes it for her. "Thanks."

"Chala? Everyone would be waiting for you." He asked and she smiled as they walked out. When they walked into the ball room, it was beautyfull…the man incharge of the wole thing spoke, "There they are, come in come in."

"Ms. Kapoor, Mr. Sharma…welcome welcome." He smiles warmly and Mukti returns the smile. Prem smiles but some how does not appriciate they way he is looking at Mukti. "Do enjoy you're self I think you would after all this is a youngsters party. More than us I think after all I and my partners would leave after the press." Mukti continued to smile, "Are you ready?"

"Yes…lets face the press." Mukti said confidently with an expirence of doing this several times. Soon Prem, Mukti and Mr. Kandana face the press, usual routine and start the party. After a few minutes he leaves the party as he said with some more adults to a more quieter place. Mukti was dancing with someone and Prem come and asked to cut in, she did not 'react' but he took her in his arms his mind was set on all time times he had with her. Admired her healed her close the time when she surrended her self to him completely. The song Wo Chand Jaisi Ladki from Davdas is played in the baground, his eyes search is face but she is not very involved with him or anything that connects them. It hurt but the pain gave a sense of comfert. Again his mind crosses across his first dance with her, the drive he had with her, the times when he found her standing by the window and he just kept looking. The words suted him perfectly…her memory was haunting him.

Krishi

Seen three:

Today Mukti was to face her first video shoot for the album. Prem was feeling very nervous for he did not know how it would be working with her in such circumstances. He waited near the pool were the shoot was to take place, his nervousness was now replaced with a sense of discomfort. She had raised her self a lot, from a 'driver ki beti' to a rock star. A crowd asking for autographs announce her arrival. He glanced, his look darted back to her she was dressed in a simple dark brown track with a light brown tank top, still looking beautiful. Finally after getting rid of her fans she walked up to him, "So shall we start?" her tone had a mockery and indulged in a light happiness of proving her self to him.

"Yes – um – the song is…" he began.

"I know Kalio Ka Chaman." She told him coolly, Prem gabed at her, how did she know all this. Most of the ones he worked with before did not even know what they were working on. "Were are the costumes?"

"There, you want me to come and tell you witch one you are suppose to weare?" he asked.

"Please – I don't know the order." She flollwed him to the changing rooms, he handed her some clothes, "These are the ones you have to weare now…can you go put them on?" handing her a dress packege. Mukti disappears behind a curtains and comes out in a red and light blue lehenga. It was having the same kind of top she wore on valentiles day except red he recalled, the skrit was blue with flowewr like specks of dark blue chamkis. Her duppata, a cloth that contridiceted her dress, her top was red and skirt was blue. The duppata had reached a red where the skirt came and blue for the top. It was the one she did not know what to do with it. "Umm Prem how do I?"

"I'll help you." He took it from her hand and fixed it to the front of her dress, Mukti gasped but ignored the sensation his touch gave her, he felt and noticed it but did not coment. Then he sliped it on her shoulders after moving behhindh her, for a second he remembered the dance in Snaha's party when they were in a similar position. He slowly placed the cloth on her shoulder and came in front, adjusting it, bit by bit created each fould with care in a way that they looked like a sleave on her shoulder. Finally she pined the dress with her skirt, he looked at her from top to bottom, "You need the jewellery," he handed her another package and watched as she wore the red and blue bangles with a 'gold' one on each end. She looked no less than a bride, slowly she took the jwellyery. One she wore on her head that touched her forehead in a large dimond based hangings (I don't know what its called) large earings and a neackeles. She had tied her hair up for the puropus with a large clip once she was done let is loose the hair fell on her shoulders softly. The make up she wore perfectly matched the dress his eyes dwelled into her image on the glass when she got up. Again they stepped out, when a stray wier caugt her and she was about to fall, instinctively Prem placed his hands around her waist and pulled her towards his body. The world sotpped for a second, when his hands encirciled her wiast. She stood there loosing all consiusness suddenly she remembered how he had once mocked her. The pain flashed in her eyes as she pulled away. "We have to go and compleat the shot." She remained him, coldly and unemotionally. Had she only turned a bit, the tear could have been seen in his eyes that he wiped.

Seen four:

Mukti sat down for a brake after the dance and massaged her foot. Someone came up to her and said, "Hay Mukti, feeling all right." She looked up at the dance master, and smiled.

"Yes – my feet hurt a bit but I will be fine. It's the heels…" he knelt down and looked at her feet, "Don't worry I am all right now."

"You are a great dancer and very co-operative. It's a pleasure working with some one like you." He smiled and she smiled back, "Mr. Kandana was right about you." Mukti who was wearing her shoes now jerked up, looking at him, this statement caught Prems attention as well. He was telling some people what to do, "Mr. Kandana how I have never worked with him before?"

"Acutally Ms. Kapoor he had noticed how you worked with the coriographers and all…that is when he knew…" the coriographer explained, Mukti smiled relived. "Vaisa aap itnhi gabra kyu gai thi?" he asked but Prem did not give her an opertunity to respond, as he called her away for the shot. The shot was so good everyone kept stareing at her. This was an individual shot and she was dancing alone for a humming. The shot was very good and they were done till lunch.

Seen four:

Mutki was eating when Prem came and sat down next down, "Kya pad raha ho basanthi?" he made sure no one heared him.

"Its Mukti U.D" she corrected firmly, just then they heared a, "Mukti - " she turned around and a smile spread on her face, the man walked towards her and hugged her, "Kasa ho?"

"Wadwa Sharman Wadwa kaisa hoga, ek daam teek." He answered, Prem got up and left the place.

"Great, have lunch with me, my treat for a very special reason." She added as he sat down and a waiter took the order.

"So how's everyone?" she asked as they dug into their salads.

"Great," he answered and her anticipated question, "Maina Maya aru Antara di ka saatha aya."

"Antara di aur kaunsi Maya?" she asked. Sharaman was the only one who called Antara Di, because for him she was the big sister who always cared for him. "Vo economics major wali Mukti."

"All right, so uski maa tera saath baji kaise?" she asked and Sharman's face fell.

"Vo Ma aur Pa bi yaha aya isilia." He said and Mukti started lauging, this caught many people attention, in a positive way. They had never seem Mukti laugh so openly, though most of them had worked with her in say two albums or so. "Tum na bilkul mera bai jasa ho yar…" she said refereeing to Shravan.

"Anyways vo saab chod, shot kaisa chal raha hai?" he asked Mukti's eyes grew sick at the word shot but she did not let any one see it. Shot was all right, everyone in the industry said shot…she did not mind when she was on the set. Otherwise, the word remained her of her baba and what happened to him.

"Teek tha, I have another in a few minuets but I will be giving a private performance tonight in the hotel do come." She invited him he nodded, just then Prem came and called her for the shot. "By Sharman."

"By baby." He called out she only waved as Prem dragged her away.

Krishi

Seen five:

Antara was in Kumkum's lap and Sumith was looking at the two of them when Sharman came in, "Hi pa, hi ma – guss who is hear?"

"Mukti jatha ha hum." Shumith said and smiled, "She had some shots around the place."

"Yes and she has just invited me to watch her private performance in the hotale today." He said and simled but was inturuped by the phones of Antara, Kumkum and Sumith beeping, all of them had the same i.d Mukti.

Private performance in hall number 50, I have arranged

a table for you, be there.

All of them laughed, Mukti was one of the most affectionate girls of all.

Seen six:

The Wadwa's sit on the assighned table, Prem comes there and puropusly asks if he can sit with them. "Sure you are Prem right?" Summith asked.

"Yes sir – how do you know me?" he asked, he knew Summith because he had seen him around the show.

"I know because of Mukti – I heard her calling you so when I came for a walk near the pool side. She also called us and said you have to sit with us." Summith smiles at him warmly.

"If you say so." Prem sits down. Sharman can't control him self any more, and asked.

"Why did you move away when I came to say hi to Mukti at lunch? We could have had lunch together." Prem smiled and mumbled something about not wanting to come between them. Before any thing else Mukti came to his rescue with an apearence, the lights dimed and the stage lit. She was dressed in a light pink dress. The top had a wide sleve that were healed at the sides of her shoulder, a three inch material dropping in a wavy manner. After that the dress holds a plane flow till her waist and then a white belt. Her skirt is also plane but comes down like the long skirts she wears. "Good eveining ladies and gentlemen. Welcome tonight I hope to take you in the path of love, lost and found, in memories buried deep in you're heart." Suddenly she starts singing, Tinka Tinka from Karma. The audience are mesmarized with the song and at the end of the song applaud, Mukti gives the mike she holds and gets one pinned to her dress and takes a gutaur and plays the song Hum Raha Ya Na Raha Kal. Kumkum stars having tears in her eyes, when she sings the song Mukti remembers her father and all her times with him. Slowly she moves up to the song Kya Pyar Karoga Muji Sa? Prem feels its for him but she is too bussy hideing her tears. After many songs she comes and sits next to Kumkum and the gang, in the only seat left next to Prem. "Can I have some orenge drink?" she asked the waiter. Turning to Kumkum, "Thanks aunty."

"Ara you called I came, what is the thanks for?" Mukti rolled her eyes and pointed to her sari.

"Meri favorite sadi pehena kalia, I told uncle once you looked very nice in this red sari." Sumith smiled and said, "Then thank me, I told her to weare it."

"Gee thanks uncle." Mukti smiled at him and he patted her head. All though dinner Prem, Mukti and the Wadwa's had a great time. Sharman was like, "Ma you should learn some of these respies and then teach it to di these are too good."

"Kud seeko nahi tho apni is di ko seekna ka lia kaho. Muja chod do yar." Kukkum said.

"Don't wory Sharman di hai na tera lia seek lagi." Antara says, Mukti laughs, and adds.

"Haan haan seekagi seekagi – just hand you're resignation in the office." She teased and Antara hit her. Time few and all of them go to bed.

Seen seven:

Mutki comes out of the bathroom ready to crash, but finds a letter there,

My Dearest Mukti,

I am a person close to you yet far because of the game of fate. I know the reason you're father was taken away from you. It's not what you think Mukti Deshmuk – or should I say Mukti Kapoor. Don't worry I won't tell any one about you're past, you have suffered enough my child. My child if I may call you so being a surrogate father.

Deareset, as you're fathers friend I wish you only good. I have kept an eye on you for long now. I would like to meet you some time, can you make it for breakfast tommorow? I will send a person over to pick you up.

With the sweetest of affection I can bestow upon you,

Your own Hemanth chachu.

P.S: See you tommorw with you're favorite breakfast

Mukti looked at it confused, "Ya Hemanth chachu kaun hai?" she asked her self but decided she will get to know the next day.

Krishi