Cut to: The audi
The talent parade is on and a variety of performances can be seen. Some are applauded, some are endured. A western group dance is going on. Focussing for a while on the audience, we see Atul constantly shaking his head with disapproval.
Anjali: kya hua? Tab se sir kyun hila rahe ho?
Atul: wo ladki dekho jo centre me dance kar rahi hai.
Anjali (takes a look): haan, kya hua use?
Atul: usne bilkul wohi dress pehni hai jo tumne last week pehni thi.
Anjali: oh haan. Achi lagi tumhe?
Atul: nahi, wohi toh! Use lagta hai ke bas aisi achi dress pehan lene se sab sundar ho jaate hai. Us dress me sirf tum achi lagti ho Anjali, aur koi nahi.
(Anjali looks at him and smiles..Next to them, Armaan and Riddhima seem more lost in each other than in the ongoing performances. Suddenly Nikita interrupts them.)
Nikita: tumhe yaad hai Armaan, ek baar college fest me humne isi gaane pe dance kiya tha?
Armaan: haan aur tum gir gayi thi. Hehehe!
Nikita: That's not funny. Pata hai Riddhima, mujhe kitni chot lagi thi..aur dance bhi kharab ho gaya tha. Aur ye Armaan has raha hai.
Ridzi: Arey Armaan to aisa hi hai.
Armaan: (holding on tighter to her hand from behind the seat) kaisa?
Ridzi: bilkul pagal!
(The two girls share a laugh while Armaan gives Ridzi an I'll-see-you-later look.)
Cut to: Samrat - college campus
He is looking out for Gunjan but can't see her anywhere. She was supposed to be backstage by now, he thinks. In the meantime, Gunjan is really nervous. She has tried a lot of shouting but because of the noise from the audi, no one has heard her shouts. The college corridors are almost empty as every one is having a gala time in the audi, singing and dancing along with the performers. Tired out, she sits down on the floor and cries.
Samrat: ye Gunjan kaha chali gayi? Uski performance ka toh time bhi hone wala hai.
(He is walking in the corridors..looks inside classrooms..but all in vain. As he is just outside the AV room...)
Samrat: chalo apna guitar toh le leta hu..shayad chashmish se ab stage par hi milna hoga.
(He tugs at the door but it refuses to open. Sensing something is wrong, he tugs harder. Gunjan hears the disturbance and guesses that someone is outside the door. By now she is in a terrible state, and she runs upto the door shouting and crying.)
Gunjan: please koi darwaza kholo! Please!!
Samrat: chashmish tum? Tum yaha band kaise ho gayi?
Gunjan: Samrat!! Please meri madad karo..
Samrat: arey yeh bhi koi kehne ki baat hai. Bas darwaza khulne hi wala hai..dont worry!
(Just then he spots the key on a shelf beside the door.)
Lagta hai kisi ne Gunjan ko jaan bujh ke yaha band kiya tha aur wo koi idiot hoga jo chabi yahi chod gaya hai. Use toh main dekh lunga..
(He turns the key in the lock and as the door opens, Gunjan rushes out only to fall into his arms. She is totally shaken and its all Samrat can do to hug her tightly and tell her all was well with her world. After a while, she quietens down and realizes that she has been holding on to Samrat. A little embarrased, she draws back.)
Samrat: Its ok chasmish. Main hoon na!
Gunjan: Thank u Samrat.
Samrat: (smiles) ab tum jaldi se fresh ho jaao..thodi der me tumhari performance hai..(as he turns to leave, he suddenly remembers what he had actually come to her for) Oh haan. Agar tumhe zara bhi dar lage toh bas mudke dekh lena. Stage par tumhare saath main bhi honga.
Gunjan: tum?
Samrat: Yeah! Samrat on the guitar! Ta-ra-ta-ra-ta!
Gunjan: thank u..
Samrat: itna thank u mat kaha karo, apna pan kam hota hai. (He smiles. Gunjan looks into his eyes and wonders why he was always there to help.) Chalo chalo ab jao..mujhe baad me dekh lena!
(Embarrased again, she goes into the washroom. Samrat takes his guitar and gets ready for the show.)
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