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The bullet comes to halt infront of GGSC set. Sidharth got down from the bike and threw the keys into his pocket. He bit his lower lip and controlled the blush from appearing on his face when he saw a big banner of the show which had his picture with Shehnaaz.

Sidharth ran his hand over his black kurta to smoothen the creases which was formed while sitting on bike.

"Namaskar Thakur Saab.. Aaiye aaiye.. padhaariye..", Maniklaal folded his hand inviting him.

"Ram Ram..", Sidharth folded his hand in return before following his lead.

Sidharth's eyes went wide as he was in awe to find the decorations. The aisle which led towards the set was decorated with colourful embroidered umbrellas with traditional and rural Indian artwork. There were other rural highlights like decorated bullock cart wheels, cycles, pottery, wooden puppets, etc.

The entire place was colourful and vibrant which brought smile on Sidharth's face.

"Taiyyari toh bada gadar (excellent) kiya se. Aisa laage ki kissi ki byaah mein aaya su.. ek dum suthri (beautiful)", Sidharth praised.

"Thank you Thakur saab.. Sab apne creative team ka dimaag hai..", Maniklaal smiled.

"Latt gaadh diya thaare creative team ne..", Sidharth appreciates the team.

"Thakur saab, aap aaj ke main guest ho toh humaare make-up artist aapka thoda sa makeup karenge. Taaki aap camera pe achcha dikhe..", Maniklaal requests which Sidharth nods to accept.

He escorts him to the backstage tents and asks him to sit on the chair until he sends a makeup artist. Sidharth nods his head and sits on the chair. While he looked at all the makeup items lying in front, a lady strokes his hair which makes him shift uncomfortably.

"Ye chhorri.. laaj sharam na ke? Maahra baal ko ke sehla rahi se?", Sidharth asked.

"Sir, main aapki makeup artist hoon. Maniklaal ji ne mujhe aapka makeup karne bheja hai.", Said the lady.

"Ke? Manne na pasand ki maahre baal ko koi chhorri haat lagaye. Kisi chhore ko bhejo warna manne na karaana makeup.", Sidharth said getting up from the chair.

"Sir, yahi mera kaam hai. Maine bade bade tele-serial ke male actors ka make kiya hai.", The lady explains.

"Thaara kaam hoga par maahre ko kisi bhi chhorri se apne baal sehel-vaane ki aadat na se.. maahre baal ko yaa toh maahri maa yaa phir maahri lugaai hi haat laga sake.. manne na karaana thaare se makeup..", Sidharth denied.

"Okay Sir, main dekhti hoon, kisi male makeup artist ko bhejti hoon..", the lady spoke rolling her eyes in disbelief and went out.

"Huh!! Typical gaon wala.. Samajhta kya hai apne aap ko?", the lady muttered as she went around.

"Vardhan, 10 minute ke liye free ho kya?", Asked the lady.

"Hmm.. mera makeup kar raha hai. Kya hua?", Shehnaaz asked.

"Sorry ma'am aapko dekha nahi. Woh iss gaon ka Sarpanch jo show ka chief guest hai uska makeup karna tha..", said the lady.

"Toh? Tum bhi toh makeup artist ho.. Tum khudh kar lo.. Vardhan mera makeup artist hai aur filhaal busy hai.", Shehnaaz said as Vardhan combed her hair.

"Main hi kar rahi thi par woh aadmi kehta hai ki usko pasand nahi hai ki koi ladki uske baal ko haat lagaye.. uske hissab se hum shehar waalo mein ko sharam lihaaj nahi hai.. Kehta hai ki uske baal ya toh uski maa ya phir biwi hi haat lagayegi..", The lady spoke annoyed.

They all laughed at the last statement.

"Hmmm.. iss patni-vrata aadmi ka kuch karna padega..", Shehnaaz stared at herself from the mirror lost in her thoughts.

"Sir, aap mere saath chaliye, aapke liye male makeup artist doondh liya hai.", said the female makeup artist.

"Thik se..", Sidharth followed her to another tent.

"Sir, yeh Shehbaz hai.. yeh aapka makeup kar denge.", Said the lady pointing at the man dressed in turban, moustache and beard, who was none other than Shehnaaz.

"Haan bhai, jaldi se karde.. ", Sidharth sighed sitting on the chair infront of the mirror.

The female artist and the turban man a.k.a. Shehnaaz smirked at each other before the makeup artist left.

Shehnaaz ran her hands into Sidharth's hair doing his hairstyle.

"Arey bhai, thaare haath toh bilkul chhorriyon jaise najjuk se.. doodh piya kar, kasrat kiya kar aur dandh pela kar mhaare jaise..", Sidharth suggests.

Shehnaaz nodded her head in agreement without uttering any word though it irked her.

She pulled his hair harshly in the name of doing hairstyle.

"Dheere chhorre.. baal bana raha se ki jungli ghaas ukhaad raha se?", Sidharth scolds. Shehnaaz ignores him and sprays hair spray to set his hair properly. She then proceeds to do his facial makeup.

Sidharth stared at the little poster of the show tucked to the mirror. For a strange reason which he didn't know, he was a little obsessed with the poster. No matter how much he looked at it, he didn't seem to get enough of it.

"Ye show toh saare chhorriyon ka se, tu bhi chhorriyon ka baal banaawe se ke?", Sidharth asked still staring at the poster.

Shehnaaz nodded her head in yes.

"Hmm.. aaj kis chhorri ka baal banaya thanne?", Sidharth asked.

Shehnaaz pointed at her own picture on the poster which instantly caused Sidharth to turn a tad bit jealous. He stared at the turban guy who was now harshly dabbing the makeup sponge on his face.

"Bas kar de chhorre. Makeup kar raha se ki dewaar ki lipa-putaayi?", Sidharth yelled.

Shehnaaz gritted her jaws and handed him the moss green jacket to wear over the kurta.

"Isko pehenna se ke?", Sidharth asked to which she nodded her head.

"Hmmm.. waise thaare jabban ko ke ho gaya se? Jab se aaya hoon, thanne ek shabdh bhi na bola maahre se..", Sidharth asked wearing the jacket.

Shehnaaz points at the mirror and asks him in sign language how he likes his work.

(Please ignore Rangu & his show behind)

"Gadar..(excellent)", Sidharth said looking at his reflection with a smile.

Shehnaaz took off her turban, the fake moustache and beard.

"Tu?", Sidharth was stunned looking at her.

"Haan.. kyu? Chauk gaye? Tumhaara vrat toh tutt gaya Thakur.. Maine tumhaare baalon ko haat laga diya, jisse haath lagaane ka haq sirf tumhaari maa ya biwi ko hai.. Ab kya karoge Thakur?", Shehnaaz batted her eyelashes and mocked him in a sarcastic way.

Sidharth replied to her questions with a mysterious smirk which made her look at him with her mouth wide open in an puzzled expression.

"Mhaare ko suthra (handsome) banane ke liye, dhanyavaad..", he winked and left with a smile. She shut her mouth quickly.

"Arggghhh.. Idiot!! Khaamakha mera time barbaad ho gaya.. Vardhan!!!", She yelled kicking her leg on the ground angrily.

Sidharth's smile disappeared as he paused in his trail listening to her calling some male name. He turned back and saw a man going into her tent. Unable to hold himself, he found himself peeking into the tent.

"Jaldi jaldi haat chalao Vardhan..", Shehnaaz ordered.

"Haan.. waise aap meri rozi roti pe laat maarne ka plan kar rahi ho kya?", Vardhan asked combing her hair.

"Kyu?", She asked.

"Itna achcha makeup jo kiya aapne uska.. ", Vardhan praised.

"Haina??", Shehnaaz giggled hearing her praises and high-fived with him. Sidharth gritted his jaws observing them.

"Of course.. ek dum professional. Pehle acting, phir dancing aur ab makeup mein bhi A-one ho aap.", Vardhan said.

"Aww.. I like you! You are such a sweetheart!", Shehnaaz said nonchalantly as she gets excited to hear the praises.

Sidharth found his temper rise as he formed a tight fist.

"Thaakur saab.. aap idhar ho.. chaliye show start hone wala hai..", Maniklaal called from far.

Sidharth nodded his head before walking towards him.

"Bahut handsome lag raho ho Thakur saab. Aapko toh acting career le leni chahiye..", Maniklaal praised as he escorted him towards the stage.

"Rehen do bhai.. thaari shehri duniya maahre soch aur samajh ke baahar se..", Sidharth said still irked by the conversation between Shehnaaz and her makeup artist.

The show started with the comparer and host welcoming everyone and introducing to the show - Goan ki Gori, Shehar ki Chhorri. The first introduction was of Sidharth. The host thanked the Sarpanch of Veerpur, Sidharth Thakur for allowing them to shoot their show in their village and anticipated that they would continue their support to them in the due course of time. The camera focused on Sidharth and he folded his hand in agreement.

Soon an introductory video of contestant number one played on screen which was Dia Dutta. She was seen walking near the lake in a sexy outfit with a pot and few villagers gawking at her.

"Din ka chain aur raaton ki neend udaane aa gayi hoon main.. Kya aisa koi hai jo mujhe doobara mudhke na dekhe? (Winks. The men behind say no in the background) Main hoon contest number one, Dia Dutta.", Dia Dutta gives naughty smile and introduces herself in the video.

Sidharth felt cringe upon hearing her dialogue but he nevertheless still clapped with the audience.

Soon the stage lit up and Dia started performing a sensuous dance in a most revealing dress. The local audience was gawking at her with their mouth wide open, while Sidharth looked disinterested and lost in his thoughts. He was cursing as to why in the world was he sitting here.

"Welcome Dia Dutta. Aapka swagat hai iss show mein jiska naam hai Gaon ki Gori, Shehar ki Chhorri. How excited are you?", Asked the host.

"Very very excited. Sirf trophy jitne ke liye hi nahi balki kuch puraane hissab chutta bhi karne ke liye.", Dia Dutta gave a devilish smirk.

"Hmm.. we are excited too.. chaliye ab aapko iss show ke format bata dete hai.. aapko ye lever ka handle pull karna hai, jisse ki aapko iss screen par ek naam dikhaayi dega. Woh naam iss gaon ke kuch ghar mein se ek ka hoga jo humare show ke contestant ko host karenge.

Iss pure show ke dauraan aapko uss ghar ke logon ke saath rehna hoga. Aap unke ghar ke kaam mein pura haat batayengi.

Uss ghar ke sadasya aapko har week ratings denge jo aapko safe ya unsafe kar sakta hai. Ratings aapke taur tareeke, bartaav, ghar mein rehne ka saleeka, unka madad karne etc, aisi criterion ke basis pe hoga.

Phir hoga weekend muquabla aur elimination. Jis mein aayega competitions jo ki humaare creatives design karenge. Competition aur purey hafte kamaayi gaye points ke basis pe aap safe ya unsafe hongi. Aur baaki ka faisla viewers ke vote pe depend karega.

Yeh tha pura format. Ab ye lever pull kare?" Asked the host.

"Woahh.. I am hell excited.."Dia Dutta sighed pulling the lever handle.

"Thakur Vikram Singh", announces the host which makes Sidharth raise his head in shock. The camera turned to show the face of the man who smiled twisting his sharp moustache.

"Jackpot!! Thakur Vikram Singh, iss gaon ke ex Sarpanch reh chuke hai. Gaon ki sabse badi aur shaandaar havelli inhi ki hai. Yeh bade nekh dil ke aadmi hai aur inke ghar mein inke alwa chaar aur sadasya hai.", Said the host. The audience applauded as Thakur Vikram Singh rose and waved his hand.

Dia Dutta smiled at Thakur Vikram Singh and went to sit on the chair beside him.

The show progressed to introduce the second contestant, Ashima Riyaaz who is an artist from television and a well known yet controversial transgender woman. She is famous for her aggressive behaviour.

The third contestant was Shirley D'Costa, she was a newbie in the entertainment industry who believed to have good connection with the show's other producer.

Similarly, the next 6 other contestants were introduced before it came to the 10th contestant.

Video plays

Bullet sound plays..

Sidharth, who had lost all his interest to watch the stage at the start of the program, lifts his head to look at the screen. The camera focus is on the wheels which slowly shifts to the number plate which makes Sidharth's eyes goes wide.

"Bais ki poonch!! Yeh toh mhaara bullet se..", Sidharth mumbled in shock. He narrowed his eyebrows to observe who the hell touched his bike without his permission.

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To be continued ❤️❤️