Rajat has a terrible headache. He calls up his friend – Doctor Sumit.
Sumit: bol yaar Rajat..sab theekh hai naa?
Rajat (pressing his head): nahi yaar..bahut sar dard kar raha hai..main woh davaai ka naam bhool gaya..zaraa phir se bataa de..
Sumit (sigh): Phir se tune Nisha ko dekha?
Rajat (surprised): tujhe..tujhe kaise pata chala?
Sumit: Rajat..tujhe kitni baar bol chuka hoon…apna ilaj karwaa le…it's a psychiatric problem.
Rajat (not believing): Nahi yaar…main nahi maan sakta iss baat ko..woh Nisha hi hai..uski aatma hai..woh mere saath hamesha rehti hai..
Sumit (explaining): Rajat..main ek doctor hoon..tum ek CID officer ho..hum dono jaante hai aatma-waatma nahi hoti hai..in your case..yeh tumhara sub conscience hai..tumhare apne true feelings..jinhe tumne dil me dabaake rakha hai…yeh wohi feelings hai jo Nisha ke roop me tujhe dikhaayi de rahe hai..Please accept it Rajat..Nisha waapas nahi aane waali hai..Please..
Rajat (angry): Woh Nisha hi thi…samjhe tum..meri Nisha..usne kaha hai ki maine agar uss ladki ki madat ki…toh woh mujhe le jaayegi..aur main yahi karoonga…main uss..kya naam hai…Pur..haan Purvi ki madat karoonga…apna blood de doonga..phir aaram se marr jaoonga..mujhe tumhari faltoo baate sunne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai..
Sumit (loudly): tum sach ko jhootla nahi sakte….Nisha nahi aane waali hai…rahi baat tumhari kisiki madat karne ki…woh tumhari apni marzi hai…tum chahte ho ki uss ladki ki help ho jaaye..isliye kar rahe ho..iss baat ko samjho…try to be practical Rajat..meri baat suno…tum abhi ke abhi who davaai le lo..tumhara sar dard theekh ho jaayega…yeh bass side effects hai..
Rajat has a blinding headache and he takes the medicine and sleeps.
Purvi and Tarika..
Tarika:Kya kar rahi hai Purvi?
Purvi: soch rahi hoon Rajat ke liye ek thank you gift le loon..or is it too early?
Tarika: Gift? Rajat ke liye?
Purvi (softly): haan.. Tarikaa..he is giving me my life…mujhe janam meri Maa ne diya..but aaj mujhe zindagi Rajat dene waala hai..bata naa Tarika..main Rajat ke liye kya gift loon? Usse kya pasand hai?
Tarika: I don't think it's a good idea.. who bahut moody hai..kya pata kahin tumpe gussa naa ho jaaye..
Purvi (surprise): arre..aise kaise? Maanaa ki who Kadvaa karela hai..waise mere haath ki bani Strawberry crème roule jo khaayi thi.. iss strawberry ka asar ho hi jaayega….dekha naa kaise mujhe sample dene ke liye raazi ho gaya…
Tarika (smile): yehi ummeed lekar toh maine uski information match karvaayi thi..
Purvi: kya matlab?
Tarika (holding her hands): Dekh tu pehle meri baat sunn..tune uss din kaha tha naa…tere haath me jo lines hai..waise hi lines jiss ladke ke haath me hongi wohi tera life partner hoga? Rajat ke haath me same lines hai…maine dekhi hai..toh ho sakta hai..tum dono…tum dono me pyaar ho jaaye..
Purvi (leaving her hand): What? Tarikaaa? Tumne kahin 2-4 shots toh lagaayi nahi hai naa? Kuch bhi bole jaa rahi ho..Main..aur woh Kadvaa Karela? Pyaar me?…impossible..
Tarika (getting up): Lekin woh haathon ki lakeeren…tum dono ka sample match hona..uska tumhe haan bolna..yeh sab coincidence toh nahi ho sakta..
Purvi (making her understand): Tarikaaa…yeh sab coincidence hi hai shayad..woh lakeeren wakeeren..woh sab maine yuhi timepass kiya thaa..aisa kuch nahi hai..
Tarika (disappointed): Sach me?
Purvi (nodding head): hmm..mera aur Rajat ka koi mel nahi..bass who mujhe apna blood de dega..main jee sakoongi..thats it..I will be forever indebted to him..but isse zyaada main kuch nahi dekh rahi..
Tarika looks disappointed.
Purvi (naughty smile): arre haan…ek baat toh bataana bhool gayi…
Tarika: Kya?
Purvi: woh uss din maine kaha tha tere 2 bache hai…who bhi bundle maara tha…tere sach me 5 bache hai..hahahaaha…she runs away and Tarika runs behind to hit her.
Later at night
Purvi is sitting on the window watching the stars on the sky.
Purvi (looking at the stars): Mummy..papaa…Chinki (her sister)..sunaa aapne..main jee sakti hoon…main jaanti thi itni jaldi marne waali nahi hoon..aap logon ki itni saari adhoori ichaayen jo poori karni hai mujhe..she shows them a diary..iss me sab likha hai maine..she smiles…aap jaante ho meri ichaa kya hai? She looks at her hand and traces the love line..
Purvi (saying loud): Meri ichaa yeh hai ki mujhe mera pyaar jaldi mil jaaye..taake woh meri umar badhaa sake..she has tears in her eyes…I am sorry Tarika…maine tumse aaj jhooth kaha tha..yeh sach hai ki meri lakeeren jisse milengi..wohi mera pyaar hoga..magar shayad woh Rajat nahi hai..jo insaan khud jeena nahi chahta woh meri umar kya badhaayega? Isliye main apne dil me koi ummeed nahi jagaana chahti Rajat ke liye..
Purvi (making face then smile): Kadvaa Karela…naam bilkul suit karta hai..
Next day, doctor cabin
Purvi is waiting for Rajat to arrive.
Purvi(to Tarika): tarikaa…woh aayega na? ab tak nahi aaya..
Tarika: relax Purvi..woh nikal chuka hai..aa jayega.
Purvi (irritated): tumhe pata hai naa mujhe late aane waalon se sakht nafrat hai..waise bhi usse kyun jaldi hogi? Jaan toh meri jaa rahi hai naa? I know woh yahi kahin aaram se cigarette phoonk raha hoga…yeh smokers hote hi aise hai..aalsi kahinke…jahan thodi si jagah mil gayi..wahan jamm gaye…dhuaan udaane..smoke kar karke khud ke lungs toh bigaad hi rahe hai..saath saath me muft ka dhuaan chodke doosron ko bhi bimaar karte hai…jab itna kadvaa dhuaan har roz peeyenge..toh andar se kadve hi honge naa..Kadvaa karela..she mumbles..
Rajat (from behind): ahemmm..ahemmm..excuse me..
Purvi turns and is shocked to see Rajat standing behind. From his expression, she realizes he has heard everything.
Purvi (whisper): tarikaaa…who aa gaya…main baadme call karti hoon..bye..
She smiles at Rajat, who stares back at her.
Purvi (giving hand): Hi..tum aa gaye? She checks her watch…ohhh…she smiles…right on time..
Rajat (looking at her): Mujhe der se aana bilkul pasand nahi..kuch logon ki tarah…
Purvi (embarrassed): ohhh..yeaah…that's a..thats a really good habit..keep it up..ahhh…aur kya kya pasand nahi hai aapko?
Rajat (sharply): mujhe bakwaas karna aur sunna pasand nahi…I think the doctor is waiting…
He walks ahead in the cabin. Purvi sighs a relief and walks behind him.
Doctor: Hello Mr Rajat and Ms Purvi…have a seat both of you..
Rajat: doctor..mujhe ek case ke liye nikalna hai..so if you don't mind..seedhe point ki baat kijiye…main sample dene ke liye tayyar hoon…toh just tell me kab karna hai..and I will be there.
Doctor (grim): That's very nice of you Mr Rajat..but, unfortunately its not so easy..
Purvi: Matlab?
Doctor (sighs): Mr Rajat and Ms Purvi…aap dono ke hi health reports ache nahi hai..Ms Purvi you are not in best of health to receive the sample. And Mr Rajat..you are not in good health to donate.
Purvi: ohhhh..toh…whats next doctor?
Doctor: well…there is many things to do..aap dono ko detail blood tests karne honge..ek diet regime follow karna hoga..exercises…routine check ups..
Rajat: mujhe yeh sab karne ki kya zaroorat hai? I am just here to donate..so just take my sample and let me go…simple..
Doctor: Mr Rajat..sabse important baat toh maine bataayi hi nahi abhi tak..
Rajat: important baat?
Doctor (sighs): Mr Rajat…you will have to give up smoking..woh bhi iss 1-2 mahine me..
Rajat (getting up): Are you serious doctor?
Doctor: yes of course…aapke body me carbon monoxide levels itne zyaaada hai…aap bhari jawaani me hi maare jaooge…yeh sab follow karke..aapki life expectancy improve ho jaayegi..you will live longer.
Rajat (irritated): I…I cannot do this…I refuse..sorry..he walks out of the cabin.
Purvi (worried): Doctor…kya Rajat ka yeh sab karna zaroori hai? Hum sirf unka blood kyun nahi le sakte?
Doctor: I am sorry Ms Purvi…but this is simply not possible…unka blood hum aise hi aapko nai de sakte..ek certain medical fitness ki zaroorat hai aap dono ko..samjhaayiye unhe…I am sorry you donot have time.
Rajat, behind the hospital
Rajat is smoking away. Purvi calls his number repeatedly. He doesn't pick up. She checks, his car is still in the compound. She goes at the alley behind the hospital. He is angrily puffing away cigarette smoke.
Purvi: tum yahan ho? Maine tumhe kahan kahan nahi dhoondha..aur tum apna phone kyun nahi uthaa rahe?
Rajat: kyunki mujhe akela rehna hai..he puffs smoke
Purvi (trying to make him understand): dekho Rajat..main jaanti hoon..abhi doctor ne jo kaha..woh aasaan nahi hai..but..we have no choice..please maan jaoo..she pleads..
Rajat (angry): mere paas choice hai…main manaa kar sakta hoon…
Purvi (shocked):whattt? Tum…tum aisa karoge? Tumne haan kaha tha…ab peeche kyun hatt rahe ho?
Rajat: main abhi bhi haan hi bol raha hoon…main apna sample dene ke liye tayyar hoon..chaho toh abhi ke abhi le loo..lekin bina koi shart ke..bina mere life me koi bhi changes ke..
Purvi: magar doctor ne jo bhi kaha..tumhai bhalaai ke liye hi kaha naa..tumhari health achi hogi toh tumhe iss baat se problem kya hai?
Rajat (yelling): Problem hai Mujheee….bahut badi problem hai…tum..tum nahi samjhogi..he continues to puff away..
Purvi (tears): Main samajhti hoon…tum..tum jeena nahi chahte..aur tumhe lagta hai ki yeh sab karke..tum jaldi marr nahi sakoge..
Rajat doesn't reply.
Purvi (angry): Cheeee…tum aisa soch bhi kaise sakte ho? Ek ladki ke peeche koi itna paagal ho sakta hai hai kya? Arre woh zinda nahi rahi toh tum bhi marr jaooge? Usne tumhe zindagi nahi di toh kiss haq se tumse tumhari life cheen rahi hai? She yells…
Rajat (stepping closer, yelling): Shut up…I said shut up…Meri Nisha ke baare me kuch mat bolo…she..she is my LIFEEE..
Purvi (yelling): She is not your LIFEEEEE..agar who tumhari jaan hoti toh tum ussi jaan ko lene ki baat nahi karte…
Rajat (angry): Just go awayyy….Leave me alone…
Purvi (angry): No Mr Rajat…I will not leave you alone…jaise tumne zidd pakdi hai naa…marne ki..maine bhi zidd pakad li hai ab…jeene ki…aur mujhe tum haraa nahi sakte..you wait and watch…
Rajat looks into her fiery eyes strongly and puffs smoke on her face.
Purvi (angry): THAT'S ITTTTT…she swiftly pulls the cigarette pack from his hand.
Rajat (angry): Mera cigarette do mujhe…he asks angrily.
Purvi (putting it in her purse): tumhe cigarette chodni hogi..she starts to walk…
Rajat runs his fingers through his hairs. He is getting angry.
Rajat (angry tone): Listen..main warn kar raha hoon…just give the pack back!
Purvi (walkinh ahead): maine doctor se tumhare saare diet chart, medicines aur exercise list le li hai…kal se dieting shuru..bye..
Rajat feels his brain nerve pop. He runs and without thinking pulls Purvi by her hand and tries to snatch her purse.
Purvi (struggling to take her purse): What the hell….chodo mera purse…leave it…
Rajat doesn't give up, but rips the purse in the fight.
Purvi (not giving up): I am warning..main chillaaaongi…tum aaj pitoge..
Rajat (gritting his teeth): Tumhe jo karna hai kar looo..main nahi darrta…mujhe mera cigarette de do…
He manages to pulls the cigarette out, she slaps his hand hardly and scratches with her nails.
Rajat (surprised with sudden attack): Ouchhhh…he drops the cigarette. She scrambles to collect it, he steps on her trying to get it.
Purvi picks the packet and puts it inside her t-shirt.
Purvi (stopping him with her hand): aaa..aaa..aaa…Sr Inspector…yeh duniya ki sabse safe jagah hai…ab agar tumhe tumhari cigarrete chahiye..toh iske andar se leke dikhaoo…
Rajat looks at her chest and averts his eyes. He takes his hand back. He looks here and there and steps back.
Rajat (growl): yeh tum theekh nahi kar rahi ho..
Purvi: apni jaan ke liye main kuch bhi kar sakti hoon..aur meri jaan iss waqt tumhare andar hai..so kal subah..new diet chart..bye …she leaves..
Rajat (laugh): haaah…tumhe kya laga…ek cigarette packet chupaane se main cigarette peena chodd doonga…its very easy to buy another one…
Purvi (turns to look at him): kehte hai marne se pehle jee lena chahiye ek din…tumhare case me ultaa hai…kal se tumhare jeene ki shuruat hogi….toh aaj ek din tum mar looo..aaj jitni chaahe tum cigarette pii looo..she comes closer to him…kal se…we will see, mere Kadve karele! He looks at her bewildered…
She pinches his cheeks and blows a flying kiss to him!
Jung chidd chuki hai...who will win finally? Kadvaa Karela or Sweet Strawberry...Keep reading ! Love you all..
do review please...