In the prestigious Air Force Academy, love takes flight in the unlikeliest of circumstances. Sahasra, a determined widow with dreams of becoming an Air Force pilot, finds herself bound to Nikhil, a widower, in an arranged marriage. As they navigate...
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"You brought my phone!" Ramya squealed in delight and hugged Sahasra. "Thank you so much!"
"No worries," Sahasra said and looked out of the window. Sure, she hated getting wet in the rain, but seeing it quench the earth's thirst was truly enchanting.
"I love this geeli mitti ki khusboo!" Sahasra and Nikhil said in unison. Nikhil looked over at Sahasra, only to find her looking at him as well. Both were surprised that the other one had said the same thing, at the same time.
Before anyone could speak anything, Ramya broke the ice. "Looks like you both are lost in each other's eyes."
Nikhil cleared his throat, "I need to use the restroom, please excuse me."
"Uh.. Ramya, I need to wash my hands — they're dirty after eating," Sahasra said nervously and hurried to the washroom as well.
"Something is surely going on between these two," Ramya whispered in Katha's ear after they left. "Don't you think?"
"Yaar, let me eat my food. I don't care about other people's love stories," Katha shook her head and replied, earning a hit from Ramya.
"Haa,tu bass apne khane ke saathlove story banale." (transl. yeah right, you just weave a love story with your food)
On the other hand, after Sahasra exited from the washroom, she felt someone grabbing her hand. She immediately twisted the person's hand and applied such a force that he was on the ground.
"Ladkiyon ko chedne se pehle—" she started, but when she looked at the person, she shouted, "Nikhil? IT'S YOU?"
"Yes it's me. And mujhe tumhe chedne mein koi interest nahi hai, okay? And STOP SHOUTING for god's sake!" he said while getting up. "I want to tell you something – it's important."
"Go ahead," Sahasra folded her hands.
"That Raj guy is there right," Nikhil started, "stay away from him."
"But how?" Sahasra questioned. "He teaches the Basic Skills course to me."
Should I tell her about Varnika's betrayal? Nikhil thought. After sometime he decided that he could trust her — she was his wife after all, she she deserved to know.
"Sahasra, the thing is—" Nikhil started but he was interrupted by Raj himself.
"Ah, Nikhil!" Raj said, "I was looking for you — but seems like you're having 'private talk' with your student. I didn't expect this from you." Although the taunt was directed towards Nikhil, he didn't feel bad about it.
But he did feel to punch Raj's face because he was staring, no drooling, on Sahasra.
"I and my student here," Nikhil pointed towards Sahasra, "are conversing about a disciplinary issue that took place. It seems like some men are staring and drooling over the new trainees. And I've taken charge of the investigation."
