Shankar Road, Delhi:
VJ hears some pounding noise on
his car window which wakes him up. He opens his eyes and sees a police officer
was pounding the window of his car.
At first, he looks around in
confusion wondering what he was doing in his car in the middle of the road.
Then his memory comes back of the couple and the lift, followed by sharp pinch
on his hand where the needle pierced him. He scrambles up and opens the window.
The police officer sneers:
Hello sleeping beauty… Had your nap? You couldn’t find a better place than road
side to catch on your beauty sleep?
VJ opens the door and gets out
frantically, but stumbles as dizziness hit him.
The police officer catches him
before he falls: Are you drunk?
VJ looks at the police officer
in panic: Inspector, you have to help me. I was drugged and left here and my
friend, Khushi has been abducted. I don’t know what has happened to her. We
need to find her.
The police officer frowns and
calls the nearest police station: Pandey, send some officer here. We have a
case of kidnapping.
VJ paces restlessly by the side
of the road and frantically runs his fingers through his already mussed hair.
Then suddenly he remembers Khushi’s family. He runs to the police officer and
asks: Can I borrow your phone? I need to call Khushi’s family.
The police officer gives him
his cell phone. VJ makes a call.
Living Room, Shaantivan:
Naniji was worried as Khushi or
her family haven’t called yet: I wonder why Garimaji hasn’t called yet about Khushi
bitiya leaving with VJ. Payal, did you talk to your mom today?
Payal shakes her head: No, Dadiji.
Until we know the truth behind Khushi’s marriage, I thought we should keep it
to ourselves. I know Khushi will be safe with VJ bhaiyaa.
Suddenly Anjali’s phone rang.
Anjali frowns seeing VJ’s no.
but picks up the phone: Hello?
VJ: Hello… Anjali? Can I speak
to Payal please? I don’t have her contact no. in Delhi.
Anjali frowns at his frantic
tone: Ok.
Anjali gives the phone to
Payal: Payal, its VJ for you.
Payal takes the phone: Hello VJ
Bhaiyaa, what is it? Is Khushi okay?
VJ’s voice trembles in pain:
Payal, Chutki has been kidnapped.
Payal stands up in shock and
screams: What?
The rest of the family stands
up in alarm seeing Payal’s reaction.
Payal chokes out: What are you
saying, VJ bhaiyaa… How did it happen?
VJ narrates the incident and
tells her: Payal, don’t you worry. I will find Chutki even if it means I will
have to go to the end of the world. I won’t let anything happen to her. I’m now
talking to police. Once I complete the formalities here, I will come to your
home. Please call your family and ask them to meet us there.
Payal replies in trembling
voice: Okay VJ bhaiyaa.
Then she hangs up the phone.
Naniji asks worriedly: What
happened Payal?
Payal starts crying and
narrates the story.
Mamiji gasps: Oh my God, I hope
Khushi bitiya is okay.
Naniji wipes her tears: I hope
so too.
Anjali thinks of her brother:
Chotey will be so worried. I should call him.
She picks up the phone and
calls Arnav while Payal calls her family from her cell phone.
Anjali reaches Arnav’s
voicemail, so she leaves an urgent message.
Payal asks her family to join
them in Shaantivan, narrating the incident.
Later that night, VJ arrives
after completing all formalities. As soon as HP opens the door, everyone rushes
to him and starts asking questions.
VJ halts their questions and
tells them that police is on it and hopefully they will get the kidnappers
soon.
Anjali asks worriedly: But why
would anyone kidnap Khushiji?
Mamiji answers: Because Khushi
bitiya is Arnav Singh Raizada’s wife. May be they are after money.
Aakash replies: If they are
after money, then we should get a ransom call soon. Di, did you tell bhai that
Khushiji has been kidnapped?
Anjali nodded: I tried to call
him. But I couldn’t reach him so I left an urgent voice message. I also called
Aman and let him know what happened.
VJ suddenly becomes alert: And
where is ASR, Anjali?
Anjali frowns: Aman said that
he is out of station for a contract.
Aakash frowns trying to think
which contract has forced ASR out of Delhi.
VJ stalks to Aakash with a
deadly stride: Aakash, isn’t it surprising that your bhai, who claims to love
Chutki so much, has not even called to ask what is going on when the so-called love
of his life has been kidnapped?
Aakash frowns: What do you
mean? Bhai loves Khushiji very much. We have all seen it.
VJ sneers: And how far is he
willing to go for that love?
Aakash gets angry: Mr. Vishal
Jaiswal, you are making accusations that don’t have any proof. Please show us
proof if you have any, otherwise please refrain from making accusations against
my family.
VJ snarls: You want proof?
Fine.
He stalks to the table where he
dropped a file, grabs the file and stalks back to Aakash: Why don’t you read
the file, Aakash? And share the information with your and Khushi’s family
members?
Aakash opens the file and
starts reading it. As he goes through the pages, his hands start trembling and
tears start to fall from his eyes.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in India:
ASR listens to Anjali’s
voicemail and then deletes it. Then he turns to look behind him where Khushi
was sleeping on a massive bed.
He walks to her and softly
caresses her cheek. Then he bends to kiss her forehead before leaving the room
silently.
The soft butterfly caress wakes
up Khushi. She opens her eyes only to close it again as a mild headache hits
her temple. She rubs her temple slowly and then looks around again confused.
Then she remembers what
happened and she jumps out of the bed in panic. She rushes to the window and
what greets her eyes leaves her speechless…
In front of her eyes, is the
cityscape she knows by heart… The city of her birth, her childhood, her heart…
LUCKNOW…
Dammit! The family had to know what happened between ArShi via a file through this Vj? Urghhh!
ReplyDeleteBut I know the love ArShi have for each other is way beyond any brotherly love of Vj or big B! Hmph!!
Aww they are at lucknow? Start from the scratch? Cho chweet!
Cheers
i loved it so much..........
ReplyDeletekhushi and arnav together is what we want.......
so do so............
pls pls