Next morning...
Sumit enters Kumkum's room with a glass of milk...
Su:Kumkum?...goodmorning..??
She immediately gets up, seeing him...
Kk:Morning...tum subah subah?..
Su:Ye le tere liye doodh....
Kk:Nahin....main subah toh chai peeti hun...
Su:Peeti thi...preeclampsia mat bhool ab...choti choti cheezon ka bhi khayaal rakhna hai ab tujhe..
Kk:hmmm...
Su:Ab pair dikha....swelling toh nahin hai na?....
He examines her feet...
Su:kam hai...par hai..
Kk:Itne se kuch nahin hota...i am fine ...
Su:ok baba...tu ready ho ja..9 baje nikalna hai na college ke liye....
Kk:hmm....
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As they reavh the college...they find a group of friends admiring something...
Su:Ye sab kya kar rahe hain ??...
Kk:Chalo...
Su:ok...
Sumit helps her out of the car...They walk to the crowd...During the 5 minute walk, Sumit instructs Kumkum regarding her health...
Su:Zyaada der tak khadi mat rehna...aur pani peeti rehna..ok?...aur agar phir bhi swelling lage toh kisi se keh kar mujhe bula lena...hmm?..
Kk:I know sumit...aur..
She suddenly, stumbles across a stone and is about to fall when Sumit holds her by her waist...She closes her eyes tightly..Sumit luks at her face and finds himself spellbound...
He hasn't felt that way ever despite their close association...He moved a tendril from her face....She opens her eyes and looks at him and moves away..standing on her own..
Sumit regains his senses...but feeling guilty of the feeling he experienced a few moments ago..
Su:Bahut hoshiyar samajhti hai khud ko...lagi toh nahin na pair mein?...
Kumkum has hurt her leg...and its throbbing with pain...
Kk, unable to bear the pain, starts crying loudly...Sumit gets tensed...
Su:Arrey?..kk?...Ro kyun rahi hai.... lag gayi kya?...dikha?...
He makes her sit under the tree...and examines her feet...
Su:Kk..kuch nahin hua hai..dekh...??Kk...
She's still crying, rubbing her eyes...There's a little drop of blood oozing out of her foot...Sumit wipes it with his hanky...
Su:Kya bacchon ki tarah chot lagne par roti hai??
Kk:...(still crying)...main koi buddhi nahin hun sumit...chot lagne par dard hota hai mujhe...
Su:Par aise rote to 7 saal ke bacche hi hain na...tu apne bacche ko accha competition de sakti hai..chal..aa rahi hai kya?..
She takes Sumit's hand and gets up..They go forward...
Riddhima:Aa gaye tum log..??..dekho
Armaan:Sumit..kk...humne Jatin ki shadi ki celebrations ki performance ke liye ek choreographer bhi arrange kar liya hai...he is Mr.Shyam Mudgal...
They shake hands...
Su:Toh...hamari community mein ek indian aur add ho gaya?...
Shyam smiles...
Shyam:Toh..aap log aaj shaam se hi mere rehersal hall aao...Armaan and Riddhima know the place...aa sab 4 baje tak bilkul pahunch jaoge...maine sabke liye dance numbers bhi select kar liye hain ...toh shaam ko milte hain..bye..!!
He leaves...Kumkum is ecstatic...
Kk:Wow...!!..Dance..real dance..wo bhi choreographer wala....
Su:Ab chot nahin hai?...dard nahin hai??..
Kk:Wo sab toh hota rehta hai na...
Anjali joins them...
Anjali:Kya hota rehta hai Kumkum?...
Kk:Kuch nahin anjali...lo...apne crazy husband-to-be ko sambhalo..mujhe ek assignment submit karna hai...bye..
Su:Kk..??...jo kaha tha yaad rakhna...aur kuch problem hui toh bula lena mujhe ok?..
Kk:hmm...bye...
She leaves...
An:ab ise kya hua hai??...
Su:Preeclampsia hai Anjali...next month se isko bed rest ke liye bola gaya hai....college se chutti leni hogi...
An:Oh...
Su:Anjali...kabhie kabhie ise dekh kar bahut bura laga hai....wo bechari sambhalna chahti hai..par hadsaa itna bada hai..bas..ek baar pata chal jaye...wo tha kaun...uski zindagi maut mein badal dunga main...
An:Ab faayda hi kya hoga sumit...waise..wo kabhie iss baarey mein baat karti hai?...use yaad hai wo tha kaun?..
Su:Wo waise hi itni pareshan rehti hai anjali....mere andar bhi himmat nahin hoti hai us se poochne ki...aur..
They spot the time and rush to their respective classes....