Rajat calls up on the phone number listed on the card. After several rings, someone answers the call.
Rajat: Hello..Mr Godbole's office?
Watchman: Ji haan..magar Godbole saab toh do din baad aayenge…aur abhi sirf Purvi madam hai..
Rajat: Ohhh..unhi se kaam tha mujhe..zara phone unko dijiye..
Watchman: Unko phone doon? Saab woh goongi-behri hai…
Rajat (remembering): Arre haan..main bhool gaya..acha who office me aur kitni der rahengi?
Watchman: shayad nikalne waali hai…aap kaun bol rahe hai saab? Rajat keeps the phone down and checks his watch. He makes a quick decision and drives his car.
He reaches just in time as he sees Purvi hurrying down the steps of the office. She is looking ahead and starts running suddenly. Rajat runs behind calling her name several times, she doesn't turn or stop…he then looks ahead, she is running behind a bus, while running she puts her hand inside the bag and is looking without realizing she is running in the traffic. A car comes from the opposite direction and she suddenly feels pulled away from it.
She falls down on the road and scrapes her elbow. She turns behind and finds Rajat on the ground. He is checking his hands too.
Rajat (coming closer to her): Tum theekh ho? Zyaada chot toh lagi nahi naa? Dhyaan kahan hai tumhara..kabse bulaa raha tha tumhe..sunaai nahi diyaa kya?
Purvi looks blankly on his face. He realizes his mistake.
Rajat (talking slowly): I am sorry…mere dhyaan se nikal gaya ki tum sunn nahi sakti…
Purvi (smile, making action): Its okay…aap theekh hai?
Lot of cars honk around. Rajat realizes they are talking in the middle of the road. He holds Purvi by her arm and takes her to the side. She feels pain in the place he has held her, she scrunches her face.
Rajat: Kya hua?
Purvi points to his grip on her arm. He releases his hold.
Rajat: sorry, mujhe samajh nahi aaya tumhe dard ho raha hai…dikhaoo toh..he checks her elbow, there is a wound that is bleeding.
Rajat: ohh tumhe chot lagi hai…chalo kisi doctor ke paas jaate hai…
Purvi nods her head as No. Rajat looks around, there is a clinic just on the road. He takes her there. Her salwar sleeve is already soaked in blood.
Rajat to receptionist: Inhe chot lagi karwaani hai…
Receptionist: patient ka naam?
Rajat: Purvi
Receptionist: aapka naam sir?
Rajat: Rajat..Rajat Mehta
Receptionist: Okay…patient ka naam main Mrs Rajat Mehta likh rahi hoon..
Rajat: what? She is not my wife…
Receptiosit: oh toh shaadi huyi nahi ab tak…
Rajat: dekhiye aap galat samajh rahi hai…she is just my…my…he stops..he doesn't know what to say..
The doctor calls Purvi inside.
Doctor: sir..aap bhi andar aa sakte hai..
The doctor checks her wound, he cleans and dresses it.
Doctor: safety ke liye main tetanus injection lagaa deta hoon…
Purvi shuts her eyes bracing for the pain. The doctor injects her, Purvi opens her mouth in pain but no noise comes out – It's a silent scream! Rajat swallows the lump in his throat.
Rajat (mind): Bechari..dard me chilla bhi nahi sakti….
Rajat collects the medicine and hands it to Purvi. She thanks him in sign language. He doesn't understand.
Purvi writes Thank you on a note and hands it over.
Rajat: you are welcome..tum kahan rehti ho? Main ghar chodd deta hoon..
Purvi (writing note): Main chali jaoongi…10 min me doosri bus aa jayegi..
Rajat: main tumhe bus stop tak chodd deta hoon..
Purvi and Rajat walk to the bus stop. He doesn't know what to do next..
He tries to think of something to talk, when her phone buzzes loudly. She takes it out and checks a message. She tries to reply, but her battery dies out. She tries again and again to restart..
Purvi (sign language): aapka phone dijiye..ek call karni hai..
Rajat: Phone? Tumhe phone chahiye..
He gives her his phone. She dials a number. She waits for the person to pick it. She hands the phone to Rajat and indicates him to talk.
Rajat: Heloo…main Rajat bol raha hoon…
Man: main Kishore Shah bol raha hoon…
Rajat: (looks at Purvi): yeh kaun hai? Aur main kya baat karoon?
Purvi (writes note): Papa hai..
Rajat: aap Purvi ke papa hai?
Man (scared): Haan…aap Purvi ko jaante hai? Aapke saath hai who? Uska phone nahi lag raha hai…
Rajat: Haan..woh mere saath hai..shayad phone ki battery down hai..woh theekh hai…abhi bus me aa jayegi..jee..Bye..
He keeps the phone down. Purvi smiles at him and blinks her eyes indicating thank you. She keeps an eye on the road and points her bus. Rajat prepares to bid her goodbye, but the bus is so crowded that it doesn't stop and leaves. She looks worried now.
Rajat: Kya hua? Tumhe iss bus me jaana tha? Next bus kab aayegi?
Purvi (writing note): 30 mins ke baad..
Rajat: tum bura naa maano toh main tumhe ghar chodd doon? Main car se aaya tha..
Purvi looks at her watch and thinks that her father will be worried. She nods her head as yes. They both leave the place in car. Purvi writes down her address and hands it to Rajat. She helps him with directions and they reach her house.
Purvi (note): Thank you..aap andar aayiye naa…Papa se mil lijiye..
They walk in together, Purvi rings the doorbell. A pleasant faced man opens the door. He smiles in relief to see her.
PurviF: aa gayi tu…main ghabra gaya tha…tera phone jo nahi lag raha tha..
Purvi (sign language): Battery down ho gayi….inhone meri madat ki..
PurviF: aap?
Rajat: Ji main Rajat Mehta, Senior Inspector from CID
PurviF: CID? Purvi…tum CID inspector ke saath? Isne kuch kiya kya?
Rajat: Nahi nahi….woh toh bas meri inse aaj mulakaat ho gayi..inki bus choot gayi toh maine help kar di
Purvi(sign language): mehmaan ko darwaaze pe khada kiya hai aapne..
PurviF: Ohh haan…sorry…andar aayiye aap..
They all come inside the house.
PurviF: yeh tere haath pe chot? Kya ho gaya..
Rajat watches as father and daughter converse using sign language. Later she steps inside. Purvi's father asks him to take a seat.
PurviF: Thank you so much sir..aapne Purvi ki help ki..
Rajat: aap mujhe sir mat kahiye…main aapke bête ke umar ka hoon…aap mujhe Rajat kehke bulaaye..waise Purvi ne aaj hamari team ki help ki…ek goongi behri ladki ke kidnappers ko dhoondne me..
PurviF: Purvi bacho ke saath bahut ache se kaam kar leti hai...
Rajat: Uncle ek baat poochoon aapse? Kya Purvi ka ilaaj nahi ho sakta?
PurviF (sad): Purvi ki disability uske janam se hai…hum kuch nahi kar sakte…who zindagi bhar aise hi rahegi..usne iss baat ko maan liya hai…
Rajat: it must be so difficult for her…I pity her..
PurviF: who bechari nahi hai….usse tumhare daya ki koi zaroorat nahi hai…who swabhimaani hai..apna khayal khud rakh sakti hai…
Rajat: Nahi nahi…please don't get me wrong..maine aaj tak kabhi aise logon ke saath interact nahi kiya hai..
PurviF: galti tumhari nahi hai..sach poochoon toh shuru shuru me main bhi bahut frustrated tha…itna aasaan nahi hai yeh sab samajhna….bas ab aadat ho gayi hai..
Purvi comes in with tea and snacks. Later Rajat takes leave. Purvi escorts him till the door.
Purvi (sign language): Thank you meri madat karne….apna khayal rakhna…Bye..
Rajat: Bye..ek min..ek baat poochoon? Purvi smiles..kya hum dost ban sakte hai?
Purvi looks at him with some sadness and a question mark. She looks down and grips the door.
Rajat: Its okay…agar tum dosti nahi karna chahti…take care…Bye.
How will they become friends?
