well, but the thing is i am so busy or to dull(😕😉) for now...u know running short of ideas may be, since i am working on a new fanfiction that u already know... so i thought y not i just some old moments which i wrote ages ago in crazy love 1...which can perfectly go with the idea of a mega episode (well it deserves an explanation too...as i really dint expect much from the mega episode since mega episodes are normally craps by nature...all they do some thoughtless script and gaana-bajana...so i dint hold my hopes up for this as well as the promo dint promise me much...tho i must agree it was better than feared...as i felt it wud be a 2 out of 10 epi but for me its still 4 out of 10..so, i shud call it an improvement...hope, it is now clear to u that y dint i expect much and y i cant imagine something better for it...so, i just sketched my own idea of a mega-epi here)sorry dint put much dia, dodo and uday in it!!! as i was doing a normal updae by that time and dint touch those at all to improvise....
anyway lemme allow u to know a bit of the background of the party okay???? so that u cud relate better. the party is as samrat's place for the success of the college drama ' mid-summer night's dream' where samrat and mayank played the male leads and nupur and elora (the vamp) played the female ones...gunjan worked back ground. ( i know guys are finding it really familiar...sheena and all.. but to be honest they took my idea for that i dint...and i can prove it as i can provide u the links so that u cud check on the dates of my post which will speak for me...they even took my samrat's amnesia idea and used it on dmg...damn and loads more...anyway ...those are different story) and btw, sajan and mayur are already a couple in this.
so check it out.....
At the party
Benji is checking on the guest list. Samrat is standing right infront of him receiving the guest. Benji under his breath muttering ppls name and marking them if they r present " the bhushan's aren't still here, mayank bhi nahi aur rim '" he doesn't complete the name.
S: wo nahi aanewali. Phone kiya tha mujhe. Rsvp thing.
B (b4 he cud stop himself): kiu?
S: tabiyat thik nahi hain uski.
B (getting concerned): kya hua hain use?
S: chill, dude. (shaking hands with a newcomer he pauses, then continues) mujhe bhi fikar hua tha per usne kaha ke utna kam nahi ke party kar sake aur utna zyda bhi nahi ke tension lena chahie.
B sighs a sigh of relief which is even a surprise to himself but doesn't give it a second thought assuming this to be a part of his feeling 'awful' treating her bad ever since the parking incident took place.
B: yaar mujhe tujhse kuch baat karni hain.
S: to phir kis muhurat ka intezar hain? Kar na dude.
B: wo kya hain ke (he has to zip up as samrat has leaned forward to receive his most wanted person in the world) koi baat nahin baad me karlunga.
After the hi- hellos.
N (looking around): mayank nahi dikhai de raha.
S: abhi tak to aya nahi.
N (jumping a lil): wah! Zindegi me pehlibar banda late hain! Bahat sunehra mauka hain!Aane to do use aaj!! (chuckling)
After a while when everyone was in accept mayank, samrat doesn't see t wait for him nemore n decides to enjoy the gunjan's company.
S (tapping on her soulder): kaisa lag raha hain chashmish?
G: I m ok.
S: sirf ok? itna dhamakedar arrangements aur sirf ok?
G (smiling): mujhe kabse dhamake aacchi lagne lagi samrat?
S (with his crooked smile): ye bhi sahi hain. Par tumhe drink se to koi problem nahi hain na?
G: jab tak non-alcoholic ho tab tak to nahin,kiu?
S (calling the nearest waiter): kiuke samrat ne apna lilac lady ko purely non alcoholic libation offer kar raha hain!
G(taking the glass): lady lilac is pleased indeed, dear sire.
Garden
Nupur is fuming. Her 'dekhlungi usko aaj' mood is worn off. She is very angry as mayank's l8 coming isn't allowing her to enjoy at all. She is even tensed if mayank has met some accident or not. When she decides to give up on waiting she turns back to get to the hall so tht she cud call mayan. Then a honking noise which sounds exactly like a car honk makes her stop. Turning around she sees something tht makes her eyes to be almost popped out.
Sajan
Ppl looks pretty wild on the dance floor as something hot is being played by the dj.
S: chalie gunjanji dance karte hain.
G: tumhe pata hain na samrat mujhe dance nahin ata?
S : kiu? Shamko mere ghar hermia ka proxy dete hue to bahat acchha
G (snappishly): wo to ball dance tha, ye to
S: ye baat hain? Abhi badalwa dete hain music.
G (being afraid of the idea): samrat itne bhir me nahi pls? shayad baadme
E (stepping in): problem guys?
S: dekhona yaar, party hain, par ye nahi nachnewali
E(growling) : mat puchho, ye benji bhi na! sara party chhan mari per wo gayeb! Wo bhi dance ki waqt pe!
S: abhi call karta hoon use.
E: koi faayda nahi! Das bar kar chuki hoon main! Chalo hum dance karte hain
S (lookin at gunjan's face which seems indifferent): kucch der aur dekho, wo aa jayega.
E: jab ayega tab ayega. Main nahi karnewali aur intezar (adding innocently) kiu, ek dost ke liye itna bhi nahi karoge tum?
G (to still hesitating samrat): jao na. ek dance ki hi to baat hain.
Mayur
N (angrily stading face to face to mayank right beside his car): tumhe kya laga haan? Tum wo car ke andar fek doge to mujhe nazar nahi aayega?
M (confused): kya?
N (yelling): wo wo (breathing heavily) deri ke liye dantne ke waste main yaha khadi thi lakin mujhe kya pata tha ke ye bhi mujhe dekhna parega! Chhi mayank maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ke tum aisa bhi kabhi kar sakte ho BY GOD! Tumne to
M : ye kya bake jaa rahe ho nupur? maine kuchh bhi ghalat nahi kiya!
N : kuchh ghalat nahi kiya ha? Khuch ghalath nahi kiya tumne?( opening the car door she reaches for the hipflask thrown in by mayank) ye ghalat nahi hain mayank? (standing up straight, dangling the hipflask in front of mayank's eyes) daru pina ghalath nahin hain na mayank, wo bhi sham ko?drive karte huye?
Looking stunned mayank gulps.
Sajan
Gunjan looks dim seeing elora's steamy move opposite to samrat, who seems not much into the dance as he is scanning thorugh the crowd time to time and the rest of the time he is too bz pursuing gunjan in sign language to join him on the stage which remain unnoticeable to gunjan as her eyes r fixed on elora, jaws tight. Deciding she has seen enough she decides to leave still disturbed, she bumps on to a waiter, as a result a huge portion of her dress gets wet. Meanwhile, samrat finding her seat empty excuses himself from dancing finds gunajn in this state.
S (shakin his head): pochhnese baat nahi banega. Dhona parega.
As a result they end up in samrat bedroom.
S (opening the attached bath door): go on, I will be right outside.
With a small nod gunjan enters the bathroom. Samrat grabs the basket ball resting idly on the top of his dresser, bouncing it when he reaches precisely in the middle of his room a spine-chilling 'bachao' from the restroom compels his heart to miss a heartbeat, the cam freezes on his horrorstruck visage.
Garden
M (cracking in to a laughter): ye?! Ye tumhe kaunsii angle se sharab ka bottle laga nupur?!
N (indicating the silver-capped dark bottle): hipflask me log aur kya rakhte hain mayank? Zara bataoge mujhe?
M: ek kaam kiu nahi karti? Zara brand to padho, tum apne aap jan jaogi.
N : haan jaise ke main daru ke brands ka encyclopedia hoon!
M: padho nupur!
N: giorgio Armani! Ye Armani ne kabse ye dhanda
M (taking the flask back opening it): haan bilkul, pushtani hain na!
N: chhi mayank, ab mere samnehi?
M (drawing nearer): zara smell karke dekho.
N: kya! Hargis nahi!
M: peene ko to nahi keh raha na? sirf ekbar smell karlo, mere khatir?
N: thik hain! Per agar ulti ho gayi na to tum saaf karoge! (smelling it unwillingly, wrinkling her whole face then suddenly a dramatic change occurs on her expression) aare ye to!
M (smiling): exactly! Perfume hain!
N: pehle nahi bata sakte the tum? (mayank goes to interrupt but cant) sari mood hi kharab kar di! sirf perfume hi kiu pure beauty box hi kiu nahi le aaye? Sath me ek spa bhi le aate to kitna acchha hota na mayank?
M:yehi khadi rahoge ya phir ander bhi jaoge?
N:party ka agar itnahi parwa hain to khud late kiu aaye? (having a glimpse of the nametag of the perfume) BY GOD! Mayank tumhara akad kya kam par gaya tha ke is 'attitude' ka sahara lena para?
M: ye bekar ki jhagre bandh karo aur ander chalo nupur!
N: kya main jhagar rahi hoon? Aur tum chup baithe ho? Haan? Bolo?
M : thodi der ke liye apni muh bandh rakhne ki kya logi tum?
N: mera muh hain! Desh bhi meri hain! Kuch bolena ya na bolneka haq bhi meri!
M: itna mat udo . (muttering) jaise ke isko chup karaneka tarika nahi hain mere paas.
N (hearing this laughing): kaise karoge mayank? Silwa doge kya? Haha, glue se chipak doge? Ya phir staple kar doge? Tum jaisa khadus shyad ye kar bhi sakta tha BY GOD! Rab ka shukar hain ke unmese koi bhi chiz is waqt tumhare pass
Her sentence remains hanging in the air as mayank pulls her to his chest suddenly. There is a lil eye lock situation, which turns nupur's horror into blush and mayank's anger into somewhat innocent desire.
M (touching her face from brow edge to jaw line with finger tip removing hair from her face): muh bandh karneka aur bhi ek tarika hain nupur, janna chahogi tum?mehsoos karna chahogi use?
In reply nupur closes her eyes gulping n exhaling deeply. Mayank face comes closer. The time seems to stand still and the moon seems to be glowing eternally.
Samrat's room
Gunjan comes out of the bathroom screaming n not to mention running ofcourse. Seeing her unharmed samrat makes a run to check on the bathroom which remains empty and without any visible sign of threat ofcourse, so he gets back to her.
S (grabbing the still trembling gunjan ): kya hua chashmish? Tumne chikha kiu? Akhir baat kya hain?
G : ccccockroach! wwwaha ccccockroach hain! Bbbahat bada!
If it were some other time samrat might have been rofl-ing seein some1 so crept out over a cockroach but gunjan's shaking body N pale face he automatically acts sensibly.
S (holding her tight not embracing tho): waha kuch bhi nahi hain chashmish! Cockroach bhi nahi!
G :tto pphir kaha hhhoga? (she feels something moving on her throat over her dupatta, suddenly a rush of horror hits her again, this time she gets almost hysteric)
S ( removing her dupatta cant find something better to do than hugging her tightly to pacify her): chala gaya gunjan. Wo chala gaya! Daro mat,Main hoo na tumhare pass?
Gunjan hides herself into his embrace even more crying vigorously. Samrat holds her closely to his heart with a tensed but yet satisfied expression on his face.
G (after a while falling back with scarlet face): I am sorry samrat. Wo itna darr gayi thi ke
S (refusing the distance takes a step forward): sorry for what?
G : jo bhi hua us liye
S: par aisa kya hua ke tumhe sorry kehna par raha hain? Us pyarasa hug ke liye to nahi.
G (shivering at his inquisitive sight on her): haan wo bhi aur mere liye jotum party enjoy nahi kar paye itne der tak, is liye bhi.
S : ab main sorry hoon wobhi double sorry.
G :kiu?
S: pehli karan, mere chashmsh ki cute si ankhon me ansoon aaya , aur dusri karan, mere chashmish ne apnehi samrat ki kareeb aaneke liye sorry bol rahi hain! Aur to aur usne ye bhi soch liya ke samrat ko gunjan ke sath akele me waqt bitanese zyada party me dilchastvi hain!
G (smiling feebly tho assuredly): I m sorry samrat!
S : isbar kisliye?
G: wo pehle jo sorry bola tha usliye.
Smiling broadly samrat grasps her hand n pulls her to himself.
S (smiling at gunjan's surprised face); ek nach due hain hamara,mam.
G (visibly relieved): oh dance!
S (smirking naughtily): tumne kya socha tha kuchh aur (hanging the sentence he adds casually) haan kuchh aur bhi ho sakta hain agar tum chaho to!
G (nervously): nahi nahi! Mera kehneka matlab tha yaha?
S: tumhe bhir pasand nahi hain na? isi liye.
G: par kis dhun pe nachenge?
S (keeping her hand on his heart in serious manner): is dhun me nach nahi paoge tum chashmish?
G nods smiling shyly.
Mayur
Nupur is standing several steps ahead of mayank looking restless. Mayank looks kinda uneasy. They both are stealing glances time to time.
N (decisively): ok, fine, jo ho gaya so ho gaya! Per dhyan me rakhna phirse aisa nahi hona chahie.
M : excuse me! Jo kuch bhi hua mutually hua so phirse hona na hona ye dono pe depend karta hain.
N: aur ek tarika ka idea kiska tha? Mera ya tumhara?
M; aur kisne chupti se man liya tumne ya maine?
N (surrendering): thik hain! SHANTI! Jo bhi hua wo ek haadsa tha, ek ghalathi jo
M (interrupting): absolutely wrong, mana ke ye achanak se hua, surprisingly hua lakin ye koi ghalathi nahi hain. (dismissing nupur's attempt to cut in) apne dil se puchh ke dekho nupur, khud ba khud pata chal jaega tumhe.
Nupur remains silent with her eyes fixed on the ground.
M (smiling suddenly): hum kis baat pe nahi ladte nupur! Dekhona! Hum 'kiss' pe bhi lad pare!
Nupur joins him without further ado.
sajan
gunjan shud have foreseen the danger of dancing with one's beloved in isolation cud end up in something else. Cant blame her tho as they have done it quite a few time b4 as rehearsal. May be it's the professionalism and pressure (of rehearsal) free situation has made samrat a bit more demanding. It all happens with a twist. While dancing a slightly off balanced twist, her shoulder hits samrat's chest brushing his face with her hair. Smelling her hair deeply samrat makes his grip tighter so tht she cant move away.
G (nervously): ye kya ka rahe ho samrat?
Samrat doesn't bother to reply, his lips are now touching her earings.
G: samrat pls ruko! Jane do mujhe!
In reply samrat kisses the bridge between her neck and shoulder.
G : samrat pagal mat bano! Chhoro mujhe! (her voice is all panicky as she doesn't know how long she cud hold on to her threshold)
S (whispering): kabka pagal ban chukka hoon main! Tumhare liye!
G: dekho koi aa jaayega!
S: aane do!
G (making her last attempt): SAMRAT! DI!
samrat falling back as electrocuted, looks at the door nervously, see none but gunjan running away smiling victoriously.
Reaching the staircase gunjan notices her cockroach attaked dupatta is missing. She looks miserable n terrified as she has to go back into tht room once again as she cant make a public appearance like this specially after samrat's bedroom tour!
Samrat ( still unmoved): to mujhe ullu banaya chashmish ne ( his eyes fall on the dupatta lying on the carpet, he picks it up and a mischievous smile spreads on his face) Mujhe ullu bananeka bharpayi to tumhe karna hi parega chashmish!
sajan
Samrat is hiding, nicely positioned to catch gunjan with the dupatta-lasso, hearing the sound of rhythmic stepping closing in, he makes his move smiling broadly. Getting in to the room gunjan gets shocked to see samrat holiding elora with her own dupatta to himself, to her horror he is still smiling (unfortunately for samrat thses two incidents occurred in such a close timing tht his reaction even haven't got the time to change, furthermore, his head as an auto reaction turns to the noise at the door where gunjan' standing n his face takes n expression of horror of making a mistake which cud easily be misunderstood with a horror of getting caught red handed)
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Indian Mythology
Chakravarti Samrat Prithviraj Chauhan
Shiv Shakti
