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"Shehnaaz ma'am.. Shehnaaz ma'am" a man, standing near Dia Dutta, runs like mad behind Shehnaaz to catch-up but she was already gone inside the big set and the two guards at the door stop him from going in. Dia frowns observing the man.

Sidharth, who was already annoyed for the way she left without saying anything, narrowed his brows at the man for an unknown reason. The man turned around and caught the glance of Sidharth staring at him.

"Suno.. tum Shehnaaz ke kya lagte ho?", The man asked. Sidharth got down from the bike and placed it on the stand.

"Maahra chhodd, tu ke uske paache paache bhaag raha tha? Maahre gaon mein aake tu chhorri cheddh raha se ke?", Sidharth asked folding his sleeves up.

"What? No.. ye mera kaam hai..", said the man.

"Bais ki poonch.. Chhorri cheddhne ko kaam bole se? Thaare ko pata se maahra ke kaam se?", Sidharth placed his hand on the man's shoulder, who was just 5'4" and looked like a kid infront of Sidharth who was 6'2".

"Kaun ho bhai tum? Shehnaaz ke bodyguard ho kya?", The man asked gulping in fear.

"Sarpanch su iss gaon ka.. aur iss gaon mein rehne wali har chhorri ka raksha karna maahra kartavya se..", Sidharth said.

"Sarpanch? Sir, main Shehnaaz ma'am ko cheddh nahi raha tha. Main ek patrakaar hoon.. unka interview lene ke liye unke piche bhaaga tha..", the man explained showing his press id while sweating profusely.

"Patrakaar?", Sidharth says in shock and removes his hand from his shoulder.

"Haan..", the journalist sighs.

"Thik se.. maahre se galti ho gayi.. main chalta hoon..", Sidharth turns and gets on his bullet. The journalist gained some courage for the little respect he got.

"Sir, aapka naam kya hai?", The man asks keeping his phone near Sidharth's face. Sidharth looks at him and at the phone perplexed.

"Sidharth Thakur..", Sidharth said pushing his hand slowly and inserting the key into his bike.

"Sir, aap Shehnaaz Raizada ko kaise jaante ho?", The man starts with his questions and keeps the phone again in front of Sidharth's mouth.

"Thaare ko ke karna se?", Sidharth asked irritated.

"Chota sa interview le raha hoon Sir.", Said the journalist.

"Hmm.. Woh.. kal raat ko maahre ghar tehri thi..", said Sidharth.

"Iska matlab.. woh aapko pehle se jaanti thi? Kyuki unke saath ke baaki saare contestant iss set par tehre the aur woh aapke ghar. Kya lagti hai woh aapki? Kyu woh aapke ghar tehri thi?", the journalist threw piles of questions at him.

"Ye ke utt pataang sawaal puch raha se tu maahre se? Sunn be tau.. manne deri ho raha se, maahre ko der sara kaam se.. toh maahre paache paache aane se koi fayda na se..", Sidharth turns the key and starts the bike before leaving the place.

Dia Dutta smirks observing and hearing the conversation.

"Sunno.. ", Dia calls the journalist.

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"Shehnaaz ma'am.. aapke aane se humaare show mein chaar chaand lag gaye..", said the producer of the show.

"Huh!! Isiliye iss chaand ko grahan lagane ke liye tumne Dia ko bhi liya na?", Shehnaaz said sarcastically in attitude while the make up artist did her makeup.

"Nahi ma'am.. Aisi baat nahi hai.. Dia Dutta ke aane se competitive spirit jyada high hoga..", the producer grinned sheepishly.

"Haan haan.. sab pata hai mujhe. Aise hi nahi industry mein raaj kiya maine. Show ke format se jyada controversial actors tumhe TRP dete hai. Khair kuch naya batao..", said Shehnaaz staring at him through the mirror.

"Jaise ki aapko pata hoga ki ab aapka photoshoot hai. Aur aaj shaam ko sirf ek chota sa introductory video shoot hoga show ke liye. Uske baad do din mein show ka grand premiere hoga. Premiere evening pe aapka ek performance hoga. Yeh aapki choreographer hai, Sonia, jo aapki choreography karengi.", Said the producer introducing the choreographer.

"Hello Shehnaaz ma'am", Shehnaaz observes the lady through the mirror.

"Sonia.. pehle koi choreography ki hai?", Shehnaaz enquired.

"Ji, main Nach Meri Bulbul show ki runner-up reh chuki hoon..", said Sonia.

"Oh!! Dia ka choreographer kaun hai Maniklaal?", Shehnaaz asked the producer.

"Ji.. Romeo..", the producer, Maniklaal spoke.

"Hmmm.. Industry ka sabse famous choreographer uske liye aur mere liye apne channel ki show ki runner-up? Winner bhi le aate toh ek baat hoti, Maniklaal. Aisa kya ghutti pilaa diya usne tumhe?", Asked Shehnaaz.

"Hello.. hello.. awaaz nahi aa rahi hai.. (to Shehnaaz) ma'am signal nahi pakad raha, main yeh call attend karke aata hoon.. bada important hai..", Maniklaal excused sweating profusely.

"Ma'am aap bharosa rakhye mujhpe, I can choreograph well.", Assured Sonia once Maniklaal left.

"Hmmm.. I don't have any grudges against you. I just want the best.", Said Shehnaaz.

"Ma'am, choreographer chahe kitna bhi achcha kyu na ho, jo samne wala student hai woh bhi achcha hona chahiye. Sab jaante hai ki aapse achcha dance move koi nahi kar sakta. Yuhi sab aapko Dancing Diva nahi bulaate.. Toh aapki dance hi sabse best hogi.", Praised Sonia, which made Shehnaaz smile proudly.

"I am impressed.. Kaash mera manager Khanna bhi aisa praise karta..", Shehnaaz murmured in the last sentence.

"Kya Ma'am?", Sonia asked since she couldn't hear her words after impressed.

"Kuch nahi.. Suno.. I want to choose a song as per the theme of the show. Samajh rahi ho na?", Shehnaaz gave her the hint and Sonia nodded.

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Shehnaaz observed the introductory video shoot of Dia and the applaud she got from the team. Shehnaaz wanted to do better than her. She put on her thinking cap as she wasn't impressed by the idea given by the creative team.

"Mere liye ek Royal Enfield Bullet ka intezaam karo..", said Shehnaaz remembering Sidharth's bike ride in the morning.

"Par ma'am itne short notice mein kaise?", He asked.

"Gaon ke Sarpanch ke paas hai, borrow karo..", she said.

"Par maine suna hai ki woh bahut strict hai.. aise hi nahi maanenge..", said the creative assistant.

"Hmm.. woh mujhe bhi pata hai.. (she mumbled to her self) Sunno, uski tyre puncture kar do. Repair ke liye woh kisi mechanic ke paas gaadi dega.. tab bike ka puncture lagwa ke thodi der ke liye mere paas le aana.. shoot karne ke baad lauta denge..", Shehnaaz mischievously smiled.

"Ma'am agar unko pata chal gaya toh? Bahut badi problem ho sakti hai..", suggests the assistant.

"Nahi pata chalega.. aur agar koi problem hogi toh main sambhaal loongi..", Shehnaaz assured.

"Okay ma'am.", The assistant nods.

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"Ram Ram Thakur sahab.. ", a person bows down with folded hands infront of Sidharth.

"Ram Ram.. ke baat se?", Asked Sidharth.

"Woh main cinema wali sheheri memsaab ka samaan lene aaya su.", Said the man.

"Kyu? Uske pairon mein mehendi laga se ke? Woh kaha se?", Asked Sidharth.

"Woh memsaab kaam kar rahi se.. aur ib wahi rukhnewali se, toh unhone apna samaan mangwaya se..", said the man.

Sidharth nodded his head and instructed Prerna to get Shehnaaz's bag. Somewhere Sidharth felt a little disappointed at her leaving without informing or saying anything. Prerna hands over the bag to the man who folds his hand in respect to Sidharth before leaving.

"Bhaiyya.. woh kyu nahi aayi?", Prerna asked.

Sidharth was even more irked by her question.

"Manne ke pata.. woh maahri lugaai se ke?", He scowled at her in irritation.

"Woh thaari lugaai kese hogi? Uske itne bhi bure din na aaye se..", Prerna teased.

"Kuch bhi befaltu bakwaas kare se.. Thaari zubaan badi chal rahi se.. isko kaabu mein rakh chhorri warna jo thaare ko byaah karke le javega woh manne aur amma ko dosh dega..", Sidharth scolds.

"Uske jaane ka itna dhukh ho raha se toh mhaare pe chilaane ki zarurat nahi.", She flared her nostrils in anger.

"Ek minute chhorri.. thaare ko kisne bola ki maahre ko uske jaane ka dhukh ho raha se?", He asked her narrowing his eyebrows.

"Kisi ke bolne ki ke zarurat se jab thaare muh pe saaf saaf dikh raha se..", Prerna smirked in frustration pointing at his face.

Sidharth's mouth was open awide in shock on her statement.

"Muh band kar lo bhaiyya aur thaare dil ka darwajja bhi.. varna thaare ko bahut takleef hoga..", Prerna said before going into her room leaving Sidharth pondering on her words.

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A van filled with bamboos and other materials required for pandal and decoration passed by. Sidharth, who was on a village inspection for the welfare of its residents, along with a few of his colleagues, observed the van.

"Thakur saab, gaon mein shooting hone se gaon ke berojgaar chhoron ko chotta motta kaam mil gaya se.. yeh pandal lagwaane ke liye, bade bade samaan uttane ke liye shooting waale humaare chhororn ko bulaawe se", said one of his colleague.

"Hmm.. yahi bahaane se manne unko yaha shooting karne ka permission diya se..", Sidharth agreed.

"Arey rukho, rukho..", Maniklaal sitting inside another van asked the driver to stop the van near them.

"Namaskar Thakur saab..", Maniklaal greeted him getting down from the van.

"Ram Ram", Sidharth greeted in reply.

"Achcha hua aap yaha mil gaye. Main aapke Panchayat office hoke aaya abhi thodi der pehle. Pata chala aap gaon ke sair par nikle hai..", said Maniklaal.

"Hmm.. Mhaare se ke kaam tha?", Sidharth asked.

"Woh humaare show ka grand premiere hai kal toh aapko nyota dena tha.. aapko zarur aana hai kyuki gaon ke pradhaan hai.", Said Maniklaal.

"Aapke shooting mein mhaara ke kaam?", Said Sidharth.

"Gaon aapka hai aur aap gaon ke pradhaan hai.. TV mein aane se aapke Veerpur ki charcha India ke harr ghar mein hogi. Aap hi toh gaon ko represent karenge, isiliye mana mat kariye please", Maniklaal folded his hand.

Sidharth looked at his colleagues.

"Ek minute idhar aaye Thakur saab.", Maniklaal escorted Sidharth to the back of the van.

"Udhar dekhiye.. hamaare show ke poster mein aap bhi aapka photo lag chuka hai..", said Maniklaal pointing his finger at the poster on the van.

Sidharth looked in surprise. It was his picture indeed. It looked like it was taken yesterday when he went to drop Shehnaaz on his bullet. On either side of him, stood 5 girls each but his focus went on the girl standing immediately next to him on the right. It was none other than Shehnaaz. Her left hand was resting on his shoulder as she posed in a black long off shoulder gown which hugged her figure perfectly. She looked like a perfect diva.

"Kaisa laga Thakur saab?", Maniklaal asked with a smirk dancing on his lips which brought back Sidharth from his trance.

"M.. m.. main yaad karne ki kosish kar raha tha.. Manne yeh photo kab kichwaayi?", Sidharth fumbled as if he was caught red handed stealing.

"Morphed hai Thakur saab. Aap kahe toh ek achcha sizzling aur sexy sa photo shoot karwa doon aapka, Shehnaaz Raizada ke saath?", Maniklaal winked with a devilish grin.

"Ke matlab hai thaara?", Sidharth threw a deadly glare at him which made Maniklaal shiver in fear.

"Aaa... Ummm.. mera matlab agar aapko yeh wali poster pasand naa aayi toh, sabhi contestant ke saath ek realistic picture shoot kara sakte hai.",  Maniklaal covered up.

"Koi zarurat na se.. doobara bina maahre permission ke aisa maahra photo istemaal mat karna..", Sidharth said in a strict tone.

"Sorry.. Thakur saab.. Aapko achcha na laga toh main yeh posters jala dunga.", Maniklaal said

Sidharth glanced at the poster again, specifically at Shehnaaz.

"Rehen do.. thaara nuksaan ho jaavega.. agli baar math karna..", said Sidharth.

"Nahi karunga Thakur saab. Aap kal aayenge na premiere pe? Please!! Aapke pure gaon waale bhi aane wale hai as audience.", Maniklaal insists and Sidharth nods his head in agreement.

Maniklaal smilingly folds his hand before leaving. As the van, left a little pamphlet flew from the van and fell near his feet. He stared at it and found the same image from the poster but smaller in size. He observed the surrounding to check if somebody was watching him. When he found none, he immediately picked it up and shoved into his kurta pocket.

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