Chaand: It was such a weird situation. I wanted you, but I had come to see your sister. I have fought so many times with these TV creatives to stop using our story, but they are adamant. They say it brings them TRPs...
Haseena: Oh Chaand.....unka naam mat lo. Unke naam se...I cannot control...... [Her eyes start glowing.]
Chaand: Sorry darling. I will bring one for you tomorrow.
Haseena (putting her face close to his): Chaand.... that. is. why. I fell in love with you.......... you are so sweet!
Chaand: Oh Haseena...............
[They move apart and stare into each other's eyes, doing little twisting neck movements in that ancient ritual of love known as 'necking'... Of course, some misguided humans later started using the term for a very disgusting (from a Vampirical point of view) activity where people actually touched each other, but that is another story.]
Seeing that I was not responding to Lavyadei, Mom told everyone that I am just shy.
Lavyadei's mom told her to take me upstairs. So...with everyone giggling and staring, Lavyadei dragged me up to her room. She wanted to hug me, but I wanted to get out of there. Mujhe baahar jaana tha.
Just then, you came in with a tray. Lavyadei slapped you for wearing a bat more fluttery than hers, and that is what decided it for me...
I had had enough!
Misha stopps smiling when she sees the way Panchhi is standing. It was her sister's favourite stance while she was crying. Moving to face her, Misha sees her tears and tries to dry them with her sleeve. Panchhi pushes her away.
Panchhi (sniffling): Chheee Misha! It's dirty!
Misha: Tumhaare face se toh less dirty hai. Tabhi toh kab se apne aansoo bahaa bahaa ke saaf karne ki koshish mein ho.
Panchhi (looking away): Nothing.
Misha: Oh c'mon Birdie..bolo bhi. Cheep cheep!
Panchhi: Nothing Misha.
Panchhi (looking up at Pia): Pia..I am very sorry. I behaved so badly with you. We all did. [Pia is about to say something but Panchhi holds out her hand to stop her.] No. Let me finish.
We have been very mean to you. And you are such a good girl...tumne toh humein maaf bhi kar diya. You are a really special person.
(becoming sad again) I just...I don't want to jinx things for you and Abhay...I mean, meri khud ki luck itni buri hai...
Pia: Panchhi...you really don't have to say sorry. Maine jo kuch bhi kiya, Maaya ke liye kiya. Apne friends ke liye kiya. I won't let anyone hurt my friends ever.
Jahaan tak Abhay ka sawaal hai, I think....he is a very special person. And I think I love him. [Misha and Tracker pretend to be lovers pouting like they are about to kiss and Pia punches Misha lightly.] But...mujhe nahin lagta ki... you know...matlab..I don't know if I love him 'that way'.
Misha: Oho! This way that way ka kya matlab? Either you love him or you don't!
Pia: I don't know Misha. Aisa kuch hai jo mujhe uske paas lekar jaata hai..par phir...I just don't know. [There is a heavy silence for a few moments, but then Pia turns to Panchhi.]
Panchhi, you are NOT a jinx. Jo bhi galat hua, woh sirf Daanish ne kiya. You only have good thoughts in your heart. And tum special ho. Aur tumhaare liye koi bahut special hai.
[Seeing that she is about to argue, Misha clamps a hand over Panchhi's mouth.]
Panchhi, I need your help. Tum meri help karogi na is issue ko sort out karne mein?
Panchhi (breaking free of Misha): Are you sure?
[Panchhi just hugs Pia, too overwhelmed to say anything. Misha feels a bit left out.]
Misha (petulantly): Aur main?
Pia: Tum bhi.
Tracker: Me too me too!
Pia: Of course Tracker...can't do it without you!
[They all hug. Then Misha pulls back.]
Misha: Bahut ho gaya lovey-dovey. Wash your face Birdie.
[Panchhi pretends to strangle Misha and goes away. Pia is about to follow but Misha pulls her back.]
Misha (teasingly): Kahaan ja rahi ho...apne Abhay se milne?
Pia (blushing): Shut up Mish! Wait jab tak you don't fall in love. Main bhi tumhein nahin chhodne waali!
Misha : Fall in love? Me? Puh-leeeeeeeeeeeeez!
[She quickly changes the topic.]
Woh sab chhodo. Now it is time. Time for action! [She cackles wickedly, scaring both Pia and Tracker.]
Where am I?
Wait, who am I?
Why is this thing....umm..yeah..my head....itna...dard kyun hai?
Daanish. Daanish...wake up darling.
[Daanish snuggles into his blanket, not wishing to wake up and face the pain he knew is waiting beyond the darkness. A few minutes pass, but then a hand shakes him again, more insistently this time.]
Wait. Blanket? Hand? Voice?
[Daanish opens his eyes quickly, groaning as the sudden light hurts him.]
Daanish: Wha-? Kaun?
[He opens his eyes to see Maaya.]
Daanish (shocked): Maaya?
Maaya: Haan Daanish. Main. Main tumhaare liye hi aayi hoon.
Daanish: P-p-p-par ..tum toh...tum toh marr gayi ho na? You are dead!
Maaya (laughs bitterly): Toh maine kab mana kiya?
Daanish: Agar tum marr gayi ho, toh main tumhein kaise dekh sakta hoon?
Maaya: Socho Daanish. Saath jeene..aur saath marrne ke vaada kiya tha na..
Daanish: No. It cannot be. *pushes her away* I am not dead.
Maaya: Yes. You are not dead.
Daanish: Toh phir?
Maaya: You are undead.