Hi friends…here is the new part of my ff thank u all for your most precious support———————— ——————janvi hug prinku and kissed her forehead “we all miss u beta….l am glad as u came back..we cant leave appart from u ” prinku”l miss u to mom…l love u ” pinki “o my mata jethaniji our prinku became more beautiful going london…kisika najar na lag jai ” prinku hug her chotima and say where is my three brother..they did not miss me…they did not came to meet me…” “”” we miss u prinku ..a lot ” “” the three brother come and hug prinku …….. sivay : how was journey…comfortable…
prinku was very happy to se his sivay vaiya normal she lokked at rudra with quiestion in eyes rudra smiled assuringly ” ya vaiya…but l am little tired…..om said “prinku go and take rest ….then we will talk” prinku”acctualy vaiya …l take off at6am but l went to ngo so ” om: what…6am you should come home then ggo na… prinku : it was urgent vaiya…wo nina..a girl ..her husband took her london with her 5 years girl and he used to torture them …and he was extra marital affair…so our ngo rescue them ..and it was my responsibility..to reach them mumbai….so l had to go…”
the three brother looked at each other astonishedly they were proud of their sister…….. dadi praised prinku a lot. . . . at hotel……….gauri and nishant wa chitchatting ,”nishant tell me how you meet your gulabo…” nishant ” gulabo..? ” gauri ” ya…gulabo…pink..pink …gulabo..same na…” nishant ” shat up gauri…his name is priyanka ..and she is not gulabo type…” gauri ” achha ji…..priyanka…. you know averything about her …tell me…otherwise l will tell dada …”
nishant:: no ..gauri dont tell anything to bauji…l am teling….priyanka…came to study in london for MBA..and she was also doing course in women-welfare…..but she is not so called faminest…she just helped the women who are in troble…you know with full of heart…if one of them give thank you ..she told her a beautiful speech ‘ next time give thanks to yourself….help yourself…when anyone torture you be strong….be brave… l learn this from my life.’ ….
gauri : wow!! today l could not see her face yar…..l am egar to meet her…then…” nishant:: then l meet her a day when my neighbour torturing her girlfriend……but his gf did nt call police….l wa fed up by this everyday torture..so inform the ngo where she was working …she was only indian girl among them…..day passed ..l got connected with the ngo…..l try to be friend…but her answer was so cold….neither she accept …..nor reject….as if she is not intetested….even denying……it hurt my ego…then l went there many time…but did not try to be friendlyu know..we talk…..but it was wen needed….but her sweet nature..her simplesity…her calmnes….made me mad yar…..l am in love with her….but dont know what she want…….thats it.’
gauri remain silence for sometime….” bahut thandi kahani hey yar……you should tal to him…….you should learn from sivika love story ……..jiju’s ideolog y khun khandan blood…has totaly change……he just loved didi from bottom of the heart…that proved true love can do anything if you truely love her……she wil be yours…..”
nishant : nop…..l follow your path…ek tarpha payr….you loved om from three year so much….l know you worship him…..seriously……and you even not try to clear his misunderstanding….l mean sriously ..that can happened…..how someone love a person …in this way…like ramayn ke sitamaa…..no savitri….god knows…..whom you two follow. ” gauri : nothing vai….we follow our heart..we dont want to sita- savitri ..we are annika and gauri…and thats is our identity…..ya we love them a lot ……and l know l will get my love….and didi already got what ahe want. nishant : wait!! …didi already get means………….
they look at eachother meaningfully….. gauri : tu ready rehana….aj ratko dikhaunga…..chup chupke payr kase karte hay. here…soumia is studing at pune about film……..and she is assistent director…she mainly make documentory film….she resarch on various topics……for her film….ahe also awrded last goa folm fastival…. …she had shooting …so she came today and chatting with prinku….she only know that avantika is look alike annika…but her behaviour ..manner ….presence totaly different……… and oberois know that annika is dead in an train accident ..so they all take it as a coincidence…… soumia was very egar to meet avantika.
. rudra and soumya story is standing in a very strange situation…..they behave like husband wife sometime..as friend…some time guide….all elders are confused …so they treat somya as a daughtet of house……rudra ‘s close friend also consider somya as rudy’s wife ..but this girls…dont get bored being flart by rudy or flattering him and recieving death glare and insult from his wife…..and rudy manage saying that ” we are just friend na…” he also behave like husband and afraid of his wife …..it seems he himself dont know …he love somya as his wife so much. soumya : prinku tell me…you was in london ..so u must choose some guy…u know boyfriend……. prinku sighly : no yar….l was busy in study…there was so much presure and ngo work…no time to make friends…. somya..: oo come on …koi to hoga…someone special…
prinku think for sometime then say : ….l dont know special or not …but a guy …..regularly came to the ngo……sayed dosti v carna chahta tha….l.dont know ……l wa s focoused on my aim somuch that … l dont pay attention…..but he alsodid not try to be friend….he would come….talk if necessary…then go……..Nishant …l think his name was nishant….nice guy….helpful…wellmannered…..with good value….. soumia : aww…..nishant …prinku you are blushing you are such a duffer…you did not befriend to such a guy….where he from…. prinku : ldont know…. l think we wil nevr meet….again……
soumya : the earth is round my dear…if he is in your fate..you will deffinately meet… suddenly rudra came ” prinku see…lmake a fruit cocktell ….for specialy you….then he noticed soumya in room ” soumya when you came…. you did not tell me that you are coming…you made me sho….l mean suprise……” soumya : it seems on your face rudra not need to tell …… they continue their chat……………………. . . . precap: sangeet..nishant on the stage…priyanka…entry…dance tune mari entry yar…dil me baji ghanti yar….