Anmol and Vinit take a break for night during their travel to Anmol's boarding school. They are having their dinner.

Anmol: Vinu Mama…papa itne ache cricketer the toh sab log unse pyar karte honge naa..

Vinu: Haan…poora college Sachin ke fans se bhara pada thaa..jab dekho uske aas paas girls, juniors sab log rehte the…

Anmol: Toh Mama ko gussa nahi aata tha..

Vinu: Gussa..ek baar…..

Flashback

Sachin is very popular in his college for his cricketing abilities. And among his fans are many girls except Kaajal. Sachin is aware of this and he likes to tease her, irritate her for this.

TRRNNGGGGGGGGG…Class bell rings, students come out of class.

Most of them are friends with Kaajal including many boys. She is popular in her class because of looks and her notes. She is handling all the requests and the crowd when suddenly.

Girl: Oh My god ! Sachuuuuu…..Hieeeeeee

The girls scramble almost knocking down Kaajal. Her books fall down and she has to pick them herself. She looks angrily at Sachin.

Girl: Sachuuuu…kya sixer maara tumne…uffff…I am your big fan..

Girl2: Nooooooo…main sabse badi fan hoon..

The girls start fighting and Sachin and his friends watch this amusedly. Kaajal gets irritated.

Kaajal: Youuuu…tumhe mazaa aa raha hai…yeh stupid girls fight kar rahi hai..

Sachin: ab yeh fight maine toh shuru nahi karvaayi..yeh apni marzi se ladd rahi hai..

Kaajal: tum fight rok toh sakte ho naa…shameless..

Sachin: devaaaa….tumhari problem kya hai…mujhse jalan ho rahi hai kya? Class ke baad yeh bheed tumhare paas thi..2 min me mere paas aa gayi isliye…

Kaajal: jalan? Aur tumse? My foot !

Sachin: Kya hua tumhare 'foot'ko….arre haan poochna bhool gaya..

Kaajal: Kya?

Sachin: Yehi..ki tumhari naak kaisi hai? Socha tha uss marham paati ke baad, mere saath chai peene ke baad thoda sudhar gayi hogi..lekin gussa toh waisa hi hai….kuch samajh me aaya kya doston? He asks his friends..

Kaajal: Kya samajh me aaya?

Sachin: yehi ki gussa tumhare naak me nahi…tumhare khopdi (brain) me hai..everyone laughs…

Kaajal (controlling): Kam se kam mere paas khopdi toh hai..tumhara toh first floor, oh sorry who kya bolte hai Marathi me haan 'Gachhi' (terrace – brain) hi khaali hai..

Sachin (surprise): Tum Marathi seekh rahi ho? Kya baat hai…Masstt Haan..

Kaajal leaves the place angrily. Sachin follows her calling her name.

Sachin: Kaajal…Kaaajal….ek min

Kaajal: Kya hai?

Sachin: I am sorry..mujhe tumhare gusse ke baare me aisa nahi bolna chahiye tha…galti meri hai…

Kaajal: Theekh hai..she walks ahead.

Sachin: Kaajal…ek min

Kaajal: ab kya hai?

Sachin: who mereko ek help chahiye thi…..woh 2 hafte me exams hai..aur mere paas koi notes nahi hai..toh…

Kaajal: oh achaa…jab mazaak udaana tha tab sabke saamne maze leke kar rahe the..ab help chahiye toh aise side me aake chupke kyun maang rahe ho? Sharam aa rahi hai? Agar himmat hai toh pehle sabke saamne maafi maango..

Sachin (loudly): Kaay?...vedi aahe kaa? (are you mad?)..nahi chahiye tumhari help…pata nahi apne aap ko kya samajhti hai…Kolkataa se aayi hai toh kya hua…koi Miss India nahi ho..tumse ache ache hai yahan iss college me…

Lot of students watch the scene and giggle. Kaajal who was looking forward to help Sachin but refuses due to her ego, has some tears and leaves the place, feeling insulted.

2 days later

Sachin is practicing when Vinit approaches him.

Vinit: Sir…who kaajal ne aap ke liye yeh bheja hai..its her class notes.

Sachin (checking): Yeh sab..mere liye…kyun?

Vinit: kal usne Sharma ma'm aur principal ki baate sun li…..Sharma ma'm ne kaha hai ki aap agar iss baar test me fail hote hai toh apko 90% class attendance deni hogi aur…aapki practice choot jayegi..

Sachin spends a lot of time thinking why Kaajal is helping her even when he insulted her. He feels guilty. He tries to talk to her but..

Sachin: Kaajal..please..meri baat toh sunoh..I am sorry..

Kaajal: Sorry ki koi baat nahi hai…main iss college ki bhalaai chahti hoon…aur cricket trophy ke liye captain ka hona bahut zaroori hai..bas aur kuch nahi..

She leaves and avoids talking or fighting with him for some days.

Rose day of college

All students are gifting roses. Kaajal is very popular and gets lots of roses. Ultimately its time to crown the Rose Queen.

Host: It's a tie between TYBcom class Kaajal Sharma and TYBSc class Rohini Nath…guys you still have last 5 minutes..you can gift these girls roses and make them the Rose queen..

Everyone scramble to give roses to Kaajal and Rohini…the time is running out, when 1 min is left there is again a tie between the girls. Now the students from both class prevent each other from reaching the stage and gifting the rose. The countdown begins….10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5,

Sachin: WAIT A MINUTEEEEEEE.. everyone turns to see Sachin run fast and jump on the stage. He picks up a rose from his jacket and walks towards the stage to the other girl. Kaajal immediately turns her face away.

Kaajal (tears, mind): Aaj poore college ke saamne mujhe insult karega yeh…she shuts her eyes…

Everyone hoots, cheers and claps. Kaajal opens her eyes, Sachin is sitting on his knees with the red rose in his hand.

Sachin: Aaaj sabke saamne College ka cricket captain Sachin Mhatre..tumhare saamne jhook ke SORRY bolna chahta hai…Please..I am Sorry…

Kaajal looks at him in surprise and takes the rose at the urging of her friends.

Host: And this year's Rose Queen is TYBcom class's Kaajal Sharma..

Her friends come on stage and she is surrounded by many students all congratulating her. She looks though to see Sachin walk away.

Kaajal: Sachin…Sachhiiiiin..Thank you

Sachin: Thank you bolne ki zaroorat nahi hai…hamare class ki izzat ka sawaal tha..

Kaajal(smile): Main tumhe thank you nahi bolne waali thi..kuch poochna tha tumse..

Sachin: Kya?

Kaajal: Tumhe VT station ke Cannon Paav Bhaaji ka address pata hai?

Sachin: Haan

Kaajal: Theekh hai..aaj shaam 5 baje wahan intezaar karna..

Sachin: Kiska

Kaajal: hamare college ki iss saal ki Rose queen ka..she smiles and walks away….

Flashback over

Anmol: paav Bhaaji….meri bhi favorite hai…Papa ki bhi thi..he swipes some more bhaaji off his plate.

Here in Mumbai

Sachin (eating paavbhaaji, hiccupping): Bhauu..zaraa paani denaa

Paav bhaaji owner: Lagta hai aapko koi yaad kar raha hai…

Sachin (mind): pata nahi koi yaad kar raha hai yaa nahi..magar Kaajal mujhe tumhari yaad aa gayi paav bhaaji khake..he wipes his tears not because the bhaaji is spicy…

Purvi, in Sangam bar

Anna: Ayyoo Dolly…aaj chehra itna utra kyun hai…Salmaaa..thodaa aur make up karna..

Purvi (wiping tears): aaj mann nahi hai Anna…Raju ki bahut yaad aati hai..

Anna: main samajh sakta hai..lekin tumhara pet paalna hai..tumhari amma ka bhi pet paalna hai…aisa emotions ko side me rakh aur chal stage pe…aaj raat apna jalwaa dikhaa de..

Stage: Baitho sab log….baitho..dil thaam ke baithiye…ab aapke saamne aa rahi hai..hamare Sangam Baar ki Jaan…. Dolyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…

The crowd cheers wildly, Purvi comes on the stage. The music starts, she looks on at the wild crowd, she shuts her eyes and opens it – she can see Raju in the crowd.

Anna: eeeee..Dolllyyyyyyyyyyyy…kya aisa statue banke khadi hai..Naach….Salim…usko dhakka maaro. The bouncer pushes her in the middle. The crowd roars..

Purvi comes to reality and starts to sway but can see Raju again staring at her. She rushes out of the stage.

Anna (angry): Dollyyyyy…kya karti tuuuu…haan…..yeh nuksaan kaun bharega haan..

Purvi (sobbing): Mujhsse nahi hoga…nahi hoga…Raju dekh raha hai mujhe…

Anna: Rajuu marr gaya hai…samjhi..ab jaa chup chaap…

Purvi gets up and goes out of the bar.

Anna (angry): Jaati tuuuu…Jaati tuuuuu..waapas mat aana idhar…taang tod dega main…Salim..woh doosra do ladki log ko bhejo stage pe..

She walks out of the bar, ignoring the numerous people, her customers. She sobs and reaches a dark, empty street. She sits and cries under a tree remembering her brother and cursing her life. A car stops by.

Man: ehhhh…chalti kya? 1 ghante ka kya rate hai?

Purvi: koi rate wate nahi hai….aaj mera mann nahi hai

Man (getting down): bhaav kya khaa rahi hai…main jaanta hoon tu Dolly hai na..chal tere rate se 200 rs upar doonga..chal chal…jaldi kar..time nahi hai

Purvi: Bolaa naa….mann nahi hai..Jaa..

Man (angry): dekh khopdi mat phiraa…chup chaap chal..warna..

Purvi (tears, fiery look): warna kya? Kya karega?

Man: Uthaa ke le jaoonga…fukat me (for free). He grabs her hand, she slaps him with her free hand. The man tries to grab her and force her in the car. She beats and screams but passersby donot help her. They think its some fight for more money between Purvi and the man.

Sachin is passing by after his work in the docks. He hears a girl's scream and he rushes.

Purvi: Sachiiiiin….bachaaooooo..

Sachin sees the scene and intervenes. He hits the man.

Man: Kaun hai be tu? Iskaa dalaal ?

Sachin (slaps): Chodd ussse….woh manaa kar rahi hai naa…jaa idhar se

Man: aisi ladkiyon ki marzi kaun dekhta hai..sirf nakhre hai..zyaada paise kamaane ke liye…

Sachin (grabbing his collars): Kya matlab marzi nahi dekhega..har ladki ko apne shareer pe haq hai..Uski Naa matlab Naa hi hoti hai….he thrashes him soundly. The man runs off in his car. The crowd disperses.

Sachin: Purvi…ghar chalo…koi pareshaan nahi karega tumhe ab.. Purvi….chalo…

She is standing at the same place like a statue. Sachin comes to her, picks her dupatta and covers her body. She looks into his eyes with tears in her own.

Sachin (smile): Chalo Purvi..

Purvi: Mujhe ghar nahi jaana hai..kaise jaaon? Maine aaj kuch nahi kamaaya…she breaks down crying.

Sachin: dekh..roo mat…mere paas thode paise hai….

Purvi: Nahi Sachin….pehle hi tumhara bahut udhaar hai mujhpe..aur nahi..

Sachin: tu mujhe dost maanti hai naa..phir dost se paise lene me kaisi sharam..chal..

Purvi: paise lene me sharam nahi hai….udhaar chukaane me sharam hai..

Sachin: Main kuch samjha nahi..

Purvi: Mereko sirf ek hi dhandha aata hai…yeich meri roji roti hai…magar jab se Raju nahi raha..yeh sab karne ka mann nahi hai…aisa lagta hai woh mereko dekh raha hai…she sobs again…merepe kitna gussa aata hogaa…kaisi bahen mili hai usse…jo itnaa ganda kaam karti hai…main marnaa chahti hoon Sachin..magar marr bhi nahi sakti..main..main paagal ho jayegi..paagal..

She sits down and sobs loudly, her body racks. Sachin sits next to her and holds her, trying to comfort her.

Sachin (side hugging her): dekh Purvi…duniya me har insaan ki koi naa koi majboori hoti hai..koi bhi ladki yeh kaam apni marzi se nahi karti…tune apne parivaar ke liye yeh sab kiya…kuch galat nahi kiya..ab agar tera mann nahi hai..toh mat kar ye sab…aisa samajh Raju ek chance de raha hai tujhe..iss dhandhe se bahar nikalne ka..

Purvi: pannn…main karegi kya? Mereko toh padhna likhna bhi nahi aata..aur area me sab mujhe pehchaante hai..ijjat ki naukri koi dega bhi nahi…

Sachin: to hiss area se bahar nikal…Mumbai bahut bada shaher hai…kitni saari ladkiyan, aurten kaam karti hai..tu koshish karegi toh kuch na kuch ho jayega…..

Purvi(wiping tears): Tu sahi bol raha hai…kal se main koshish karegi…

Sachin (smile): chal phir..ghar chalen..

Purvi and Sachin walk together. Purvi looks at Sachin, he looks at her and smiles.

Purvi (mind): tu itna acha kyun hai? Pehli baar ek aisa mard mila hai jo mere jaise ladki ki ijjat karta hai…bhagwan se prarthna karoongi tujhe zindagi me khushiyan hi khushiyan mile…

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