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 TITLE: YEH RISHTA KYA KEHLATA HAI – EPISODE 19 FEB

EPISODE: “HOSTEL KI PEHLI RAAT – MAIRA VS MUKTI”

FORMAT: DAILY SOAP SCRIPT (TELEVISION)


FADE IN:


INT. GIRLS’ HOSTEL CORRIDOR – NIGHT


A narrow, slightly noisy corridor. GIRLS walk with suitcases, chatter echoing. The WARDEN reads out room allotments from a file.


                      WARDEN

          Room 204. Maira Poddar…

          and… Mukti.


CAMERA CUTS between:


– MAIRA, trolley bag, trendy yet nervous.

– MUKTI, backpack, simple and stubborn.


Both look up at the same time.


                      MAIRA

                (under her breath)

          Please God, not her.


                      MUKTI

                (murmurs)

          Bas yehi reh gaya tha.


They step forward together, shocked.


                      MAIRA

          Excuse me, ma’am. There’s some mistake.

          I can’t share with… *her*.


                      MUKTI

          Same! I mean, I’m also saying

          the same. I can’t stay with *princess*.


                      WARDEN

                (firm)

          Hostel hai, five star hotel nahi.

          Room change tab hoga jab complaint

          aayegi *mere paas*, aapas mein

          nahin. Samjhi?


She signs the register and walks off.  

Maira and Mukti are left glaring.


SMASH CUT TO:


INT. ROOM 204 – FEW MINUTES LATER


A compact room, two beds, one cupboard divided by tape, two study tables.


Maira DRAGS her trolley to the bed near the window.


                      MUKTI

          That’s my side.


                      MAIRA

          Window side is mine. I get

          headaches without fresh air.


                      MUKTI

          Toh main oxygen pe case kar doon?

          Maine pehle dekha tha.


They both simultaneously grab the same bedpost. A tug-of-war.


                      MAIRA

          You know what, keep the bed.

          Main toh sirf itna chahti hoon

          ke tumhari wajah se mera hostel

          life kharab na ho.


                      MUKTI

          Mera bhi yahi plan hai.


They yank their hands away, dusting them as if they touched something gross.


                      MAIRA

          Fine. Ek rule.


                      MUKTI

          Mere bhi do–teen rules hai.


They talk over each other.


                      MAIRA / MUKTI

          Tum–


Beat. They glare.


                      MAIRA

          Tum pehle bolo.


                      MUKTI

          Nahi, tum bol do. Ladies first.


                      MAIRA

          Main hi lady hoon yahan.


                      MUKTI

          Haan isi liye toh bol rahi hoon –

          main pehle bolungi.


They almost smile at the absurdity, then catch themselves.


                      MAIRA

                (cold)

          Stay on *your* side. Don’t touch

          my things…

                (eyes flick to her bed)

          …and don’t breathe on my pillow.


                      MUKTI

          Meri taraf mat aana, mera food

          mat khana, aur please… *please*

          mere naam pe drama mat karna.


They turn away from each other.


CUT TO:


INT. PODDAR HOUSE – ARMAAN’S ROOM – NIGHT


ARMAAN sits at his desk, laptop open, files scattered. He stares at a FAMILY PHOTO with MAIRA.


                      ARMAAN (V.O.)

          Hostel mein adjust kar payegi na…


Krish pops his head in.


                      KRISH

          Bhai, abhi bhi kaam? Itni raat ko?


                      ARMAAN

                (fake casual)

          Haan, kal ke redevelopment file

          dekhni hai.


                      KRISH

          Ya phir kal se bina Maira ke

          ghar kitna khaali lagega, woh

          sochna avoid karna hai?


Armaan looks away, busted, but doesn’t admit it.


                      ARMAAN

          Krish, file.


                      KRISH

                (softly)

          She’ll be fine, bhai. Maira

          ko tumhari aadat hai… aaj se

          usse khud ki bhi aadat daalni hogi.


Armaan forces a small smile. Krish leaves.


HOLD on Armaan, worried.


CUT TO:


INT. ABHIRA’S GARAGE – NIGHT


Spanners clink, a CAR hoisted up. ABHIRA, in overalls, wipes grease from her hands but keeps working.


                      NISHI (O.S.)

          Abhira, raat ke do baj rahe hain.

          Ghar chalo.


Abhira tightens a bolt harder than needed.


                      ABHIRA

          Agar main ruk jaaun na, toh

          sirf Mukti yaad aayegi.


                      NISHI

                (gently)

          Aur agar gir gayi thak ke toh?


Abhira exhales.


                      ABHIRA

                (soft)

          Uske bina… pehli raat hai.


She stares at a small keychain Mukti gifted her, hanging on a nail.


                      ABHIRA (V.O.)

          Bas is baar woh akeli na ho.


MATCH CUT TO:


INT. ROOM 204 – SAME TIME


Mukti lies on her bed, staring at the ceiling, clutching a tiny photo of ABHIRA.


On the other side, Maira scrolls through her phone gallery on silent – pictures of ARMAAN and her.


SPLIT SCREEN: 

– Maira with Armaan’s photo.  

– Mukti with Abhira’s photo.


                      MAIRA (V.O.)

          Armaan bhaiya, without you

          I’m going to mess this up.


                      MUKTI (V.O.)

          Abhira, tu hoti toh hostel

          bhi ghar lagta.


They both wipe their eyes quickly, pretending they are not crying.


Maira’s stomach GROWLS.


                      MAIRA

                (muttering)

          Great. First night, hostel ka

          emotional torture *aur* bhook.


Mukti’s stomach growls in sync.


They turn their backs more firmly to each other.


FADE OUT.


TITLE CARD: NEXT MORNING


FADE IN:


INT. COLLEGE CLASSROOM – DAY


A buzz of FRESHERS. Maira and Mukti sit at opposite corners of the same bench, a big distance between them.


The PROFESSOR, mid-40s, strict but fair, writes an equation / legal principle / engineering diagram (as per track) on the board.


                      PROFESSOR

          So, who will answer this?


Mukti’s hand SHOOTS UP.


                      PROFESSOR (CONT’D)

          Yes, the one in the—


Before he can complete, MAIRA answers from her seat, not even raising her hand.


                      MAIRA

          Sir, the solution is…


She rattles off the perfect answer, confident.


Students murmur, impressed.


Mukti freezes, hand still raised.


                      MUKTI

          Sir, but…


                      PROFESSOR

                (cuts her off)

          Very good, Maira.


Maira flashes a willful half-smile.


                      MUKTI

                (to Maira)

          Tumne haath bhi nahi uthaya.


                      MAIRA

          Ye KBC nahi hai. Teacher ne

          question poocha, maine answer

          diya. Simple.


                      MUKTI

          Etiquette naam ki bhi koi cheez hoti hai.


                      MAIRA

          Etiquette se zyada important

          hota hai *knowledge*.


Students start watching the brewing fight.


                      PROFESSOR

                (irritated)

          Enough, both of you! This is a

          classroom, not your personal ring.


Beat.


                      PROFESSOR (CONT’D)

          Do options: Either apologize to

          each other *right now*… or get

          out of my class.


Maira and Mukti glance at each other, horrified at the idea of being thrown out on day one.


                      MUKTI

                (through gritted teeth)

          Sorry.


                      MAIRA

                (with a sugar-coated smile)

          I’m… sorry too.


The apology is hollow but they say it simultaneously.


                      PROFESSOR

          Good. Sit. Next time, you’re out.


They sit, fuming.


                      MUKTI

                (whisper)

          Show-off.


                      MAIRA

                (whisper back)

          Cry-baby.


They face the board again, pretending to listen.


CUT TO:


INT. PODDAR HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY


KAJAL sits with TANYA, tea cups in hand.


                      KAJAL

          Tanya, ab tumhari bhi shaadi ko

          itna time ho gaya. Ab family

          *complete* karne ka socho.


Tanya’s phone BUZZES – a message from MANOJ: 

“Deal cracked! We did it!”


Her lips curve into a relieved smile.


                      TANYA

          Mom, ek good news hai. Manoj ne–


                      KAJAL

                (interrupting)

          Good news tab hogi jab tum

          mujhe ek baby de dogi. Yeh office

          wale good news se kya hoga?


Tanya’s face falls.


                      TANYA

          Career bhi important hota hai.

          Mera decision hai…


                      KAJAL

          Decision? Tum pills le rahi ho,

          mujhe sab pata hai.


Tanya freezes.


                      TANYA

                (shaken)

          Main… main nahi chahti ke iss

          ghar mein ek aur bachchi Maira

          jaisi life jiyen. Half-loved.

          Half-accepted.


Beat. Kajal softens for a second.


                      KAJAL

          Kam se kam Krish ko batao.


Tanya looks away, torn.


MATCH CUT TO:


INT. COLLEGE CAFETERIA – AFTERNOON


Metal trays slide, HOSTEL FOOD is plopped on plates. Maira and Mukti stand in line, coincidentally, one behind the other.


                      MUKTI

                (muttering)

          Yeh khana hai ya punishment?


                      MAIRA

                (under breath)

          Hospital ka worst soup bhi

          isse better hoga.


They move to opposite corners but end up sitting at the same long table, far apart.


Maira pokes her food.


                      MAIRA (V.O.)

          Home ka paratha, Manisha ki

          kheer, Armaan bhaiya ka extra

          cheese pizza… sab miss ho raha hai.


Mukti forces a bite.


                      MUKTI (V.O.)

          Abhira ke haath ki chai… ghar

          ki simple daal… sab yaad aa raha hai.


Out loud, almost together:


                      MAIRA / MUKTI

          Eww, hostel ka khana.


They catch each other’s echo, look away.


CUT TO:


INT. ROOM 204 – EVENING


Light is dim, a tube light flickers.


Maira stands at the window, phone in hand, drafting a message to Armaan:  

“Told you I’ll manage…”  

She stops, deletes it.


                      MAIRA

                (to herself)

          Nahi. No more pranks, no more

          nautanki. Tumhe pareshan karna

          band, Armaan bhaiya.


She folds her hands in a tiny prayer.


                      MAIRA (CONT’D)

          Bas mujhe hostel mein kisi

          Mukti-type roomie se bachana,

          God… oh wait.


She throws a look at Mukti, who’s on her own bed.


Mukti arranges a small DIY temple on her study table – a printed picture of God, a tiny diya stand.


                      MUKTI

                (soft prayer)

          Please, Abhira ko strong rakhna,

          mujhe bhi. Aur mujhe is Miss

          Attitude se door hi rakhna.


They accidentally meet each other’s gaze. Awkward.


                      MAIRA

          Tum… God se complain kar rahi ho

          mere against?


                      MUKTI

          Nahi. Sirf feedback de rahi hoon.


Beat of silence.


The hostel BELL RINGS announcing dinner.


CUT TO:


INT. HOSTEL MESS – NIGHT


Lights are slightly low, GENERATOR HUMS in the background.


Students eat. Maira and Mukti, again, same table, opposite ends. Plates CLATTER, distant laughter.


Suddenly – the LIGHTS FLICKER and go OFF.


MESS IN DARKNESS. Girls SCREAM playfully.


In the chaos, Maira gets up with her tray, trying to feel her way to the counter.


                      MAIRA

          Excuse me… plate rakhni hai…


At the same moment, Mukti also gets up.


BANG! They COLLIDE. The tray tilts. A little food SPLASHES.


                      MAIRA

          Ouch! Dekh ke—


                      MUKTI

          Tum dekh ke nahi chal sakti?


Derisive overlap.


                      MAIRA

          Tum toh walking disaster ho.


                      MUKTI

          Aur tum disaster ka brand ambassador.


The emergency light comes on – a dull yellow glow, enough to see each other clearly.


The WARDEN approaches, exasperated.


                      WARDEN

          Phir tum dono! Har jagah fight?

          Hostel rules padhe the na admit

          form mein?


Maira and Mukti mumble.


                      MAIRA / MUKTI

          Sorry, ma’am.


                      WARDEN

          Kal se extra duty – mess

          clean karna. Together.


Their heads SNAP up.


                      MAIRA

          *Together*?


                      MUKTI

          Ma’am, please—


                      WARDEN

          One more argument, aur main

          principal ke paas le jaaungi.


She walks away.


Maira and Mukti stare at each other like sworn enemies forced into alliance.


SMASH CUT TO:


EXT. HOSTEL GATE – LATE NIGHT


ARMAAN’s car pulls up on one side of the campus, headlights off.  

ABHIRA’s jeep/bike rolls in from the opposite side.


VOICE-OVER (PROMO-STYLE, MALE)


                      VOICE-OVER

          Armaan aur Abhira sochte hain

          ke woh ek doosre se nafrat karte

          hain… lekin kismat ne unke liye

          kuch aur hi likha hai.


INTERCUT:


– Armaan signs in at the security desk, asking for Maira’s block.  

– Abhira signs in, asking for Mukti’s block.


INT. HOSTEL CORRIDOR – SAME TIME


The corridor is dark; only EMERGENCY LIGHTS GLIMMER.


Armaan moves towards ROOM 206 (Mukti’s room).  

Abhira moves towards ROOM 204 (Maira’s room).


Inside ROOM 204:


– Maira lies curled on her bed, half-asleep, missing Armaan.  

– Mukti is in the next room (206), struggling with notes, missing Abhira.


FOOTSTEPS outside.


The LIGHTS GO OFF COMPLETELY.


INT. ROOM 204 – CONTINUOUS


The DOOR opens with a soft CREAK.


A FIGURE enters – ABHIRA – lit only by a faint phone torch behind her.


Maira stirs, eyes still hazy, feels a familiar aura.


                      MAIRA

                (sleepy, emotional)

          Abhira…?


She blinks, trying to focus in the dark.


INT. ROOM 206 – CONTINUOUS


Another DOOR opens – ARMAAN steps into Mukti’s room, silhouetted.


Mukti feels the presence, heart skipping a beat.


                      MUKTI

                (whisper)

          Armaan… bhaiya?


CLOSE ON:  

– Abhira, frozen, realizing whose voice she just heard.  

– Armaan, stunned to hear Mukti’s trembling whisper.


VOICE-OVER (PROMO-STYLE)


                      VOICE-OVER

          Jab hostel ki aandhi mein milenge

          Armaan aur Abhira… kya Maira aur

          Mukti banenge unke beech ka pul?

          Ya phir ek nayi ladai shuru hogi?


HOLD ON: 

– Maira’s wide, hopeful eyes in the dark.  

– Mukti’s tear-brimmed gaze.  

– Shadows of Armaan and Abhira just a step away from each other… unknowingly.


FADE OUT.


END OF EPISODE



TEASER FOR NEXT EPISODE (TAG SCENE)


SUPER: “KAL…”


MONTAGE:


– Principal’s stern face as she receives yet another complaint file labelled “Maira – Mukti”.

– Armaan handing over his car keys at a GARAGE… Abhira’s garage. A hand brushes his as they exchange keys, but faces remain unseen.

– Maira overhearing a girl call Mukti by her real name, “VANI”, shock registering on her face.

– Mukti and Maira forced to stand together as the Warden announces: “From now on, you two are on *discipline watch* for this hostel.”


                      VOICE-OVER

          Maira aur Mukti – dushmani se

          dosti tak ka safar… aur Armaan-

          Abhira ki adhuri kahani ka naya

          mod.


FADE OUT.

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