Hello all. So, I've always wanted to write a Bollywood WH13 Fic. I've been toying with this idea for a while now but never actually got down to putting pen to paper (or rather fingers to keyboard) but finally decided to give it a shot. It's not the usual Bering & Wells, but it kinda is? I dunno. Have a read and let me know what you think. This was supposed to be a one shot bit I can't get all my thoughts on it out fast enough so i'll just start with what I have.

Karan Johar was a perfectionist. In every movie he made, he settled for nothing less than the absolute best. His script, props, sets, lighting, actors; even the extras, had to be perfect. He stood now on his set beaming at the machine in front of him. The movie he was currently shooting was centred around a woman traveling back in time to save her lover from being killed. He knew this plot deviated vastly from the standard Bollywood plot that the cinema couldn't seem to get enough of, so he really had to put his everything into this film if he wanted it to be a box office hit.

"Karan, what the hell is this?" the actress playing the protagonist of his movie, Vidya Balan, questioned him. She looked at the old double-armchair contraption with an air of apprehension.

"Ah! Vidya! This, my dear, just arrived from England. My uncle got it at an auction house there." Karan gushed proudly.

"Ohhkaaay, but why is it on the set? I thought we were getting a time machine prop." Vidya asked.

Karan said nothing but simply grinned at her, waiting for her to connect the dots.

Realization shone in her eyes after a moment.

"Bloody hell Karan! This is supposed to be a futuristic movie! That.. thing... screams antique!"

"Vidya Vidya Vidya, calm down. Do you know where my uncle got this? Atlas House. The house of H.G. Wells. Rumour has it that Mr. Wells built this machine to try to actually travel back in time! Cool yaa?"

"Oh Karan, you really are too gullible you know."

"Come on Vidya. Lighten up. Lets see if we can turn this thing on, shall we?"

Vidya didn't bother trying to persuade him otherwise. She knew it was pointless. Karan was always like a kid with new toys whenever he got an interesting prop on set. She allowed herself to be dragged and seated into one of the armchairs by the eager director.

"Now, I believe this here thing goes on your head." He instructed, picking up the headgear.

"What? Why do I have to be the one wearing it? Why don't you sit in the chair and wear the alien hat?" She complained.

"Look yaar, who's the director and who's the actress here?" He asked rhetorically.

She stuck her tongue out at him and repositioned herself back in the chair, allowing him to fit the headpiece on for her.

"Good girl. Now. Lay back, close your eyes and relax."

"You know this isn't gonna work right?" She informed him.

"Then you shouldn't be worried at all." He responded, moving to the large time dial.

"Ok, so, I'm gonna set it for yesterday. How's that? Lets see if we can transport you back into yesterday, ok? If it works, you can just meet me back here in a day's time," he teased, that silly grin back on his face.

Vidya did as she was told, knowing fully well that she was not going to be moving from that spot. She leaned back into the armchair, marveling at how comfortable the old thing was, and closed her eyes. She heard Karan tinkering a bit more behind her and finally the crank of the lever being pulled down.

Nothing could prepare her for what happened next. She felt as if her insides were being pulled out through her throat but at the same time being forced down to her feet. Her head felt like it was exploding and imploding at the same time. She though she was going to die. And as suddenly as it had happened, it stopped.

She opened her eyes to find herself not in the armchair on the movie set, but instead at a dining table, surrounded by strangers.

She sat there confused, not sure what to do. She fought the panic that was rising inside her. Shit shit shit shit shit! She thought. What the hell did Karan do? And where the hell am I?

"Hey, are you okay?" The dark- haired woman to her left asked, concern written all over her face.

"Yeah Mykes, you look kinda pale there. You okay?" The beefy looking man across the table from her asked.

"Mykes?" She whispered to herself, wondering what the hell was going on and why these people were calling her Mykes.

"I think I need to lie down for a bit." She responded meekly, getting up from her chair. She had to get out of there and find her way back home. She exited the dining room in search for a way out. As she passed the mirror in the hallway, she did a double take and fainted.

Thoughts? Google Vidya Balan :)