Continued...
Preeta: Chalo, ab kuch khelte hai!!
Karan: Kya khelna hai??
Preeta (standing on the bed and taking a bottle in her hand as a mike): Mauka hai, dastoor hai ... zakhaas raja, zakhaas rani aur raazi ... kyun na laga de Bollywood ki baazi!!
(We have the opportunity and the time ... a great king and a great queen both agree ... so why not play something from Bollywood)
Karan (smirks): Achcha ji...toh yeh lo...Tirchi nigaahon se na dekh aashiq-e-dilgir ko ... kaise teerandaz ho tum, zara seedha toh karlo teer ko...
(Don't look at this true lover with those piercing eyes ... what kind of an archer are you, atleast straighten your arrow....as she was drunk)
Preeta chuckles.
Preeta: Mussal dekha mussal ... masal ke rakh doonga...
(Have you seen my muscles ... I will smash you up)
And she starts running behind him with the bottle in her hand!
Karan: Are Babydoll ye kya kar rahi ho!!!??? Maarne ka iraada hai kya mujhe!!!
Preeta: Nahi mein toh tumhe apni muscles dikha rahi hu!!
Karan: What!!! Aise koi muscles dikhata hai kya!! Isse muscles dikhana nahi maut dikhana kehta hai!!
Preeta keeps running behind him, not getting tired. Karan gets tired and stops running.
Karan (panting): Mujhse zyaada achchi running toh tum kar logi field mein, Preeta Arora...nahi nahi, Preeta Luthra!! Iska naam kya badal gaya...iske roop bhi badal kar dikhai de rahe hai!!
He finally catches her in her arms and hugs her, not leaving her, while she desperately tries to free herself.
Karan: Tum kya apne aap ko Mughal-e-Azam, aur mujhe Anarkali samajhti ho ... kitna nacha rahi ho!!!???
Preeta (makes a cute annoyed face): Chhodo mujhe...
Karan: Pehle promise karo...tum mujhe iss bottle se marogi nahi...
Preeta: Pinky promise...
Karan: Oka...nahi bilkul nahi...woh promise toh pinky tod degi na...
Preeta (innocently): Preeta promise...
Karan: Pakka??
Preeta: Apni babydoll par itna bhi bharosa nahi hai...Tube se nikla hua paste aur Preeta Karan Luthra ki diyi hui zabaan kabhi vapas nahi jaati!!!
She makes a sad face while Karan laughs at her cuteness.
Karan: Achcha thik hai...
He leaves her. She pushes him on the couch and comes on top of him. Karan is shocked.
Karan: Babydoll, yeh...yeh tum..kya...
Preeta (keeps her finger on his lips): Shhhhh....
She leans close to him and kisses his forehead, then his nose, then both of his cheeks and finally comes to his lips. She is about to kiss him but he keeps his hand on her mouth.
Kya ho tum...??
Preeta: Mere baarein mein itna mat socho...dil mein aati hoon samajh mein nahi.
Karan (keeping his hands on her waist): Kitni nautanki ho na tum.
Preeta (innocently): Main to nanhi si, pyaari si, choti si, bachchi hu...
