Turning The Clock: Making Amends - A Kuch Kuch Hota Hai Fix-It/Reboot
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The Story, as known to every 90's kid, starts off in 1998, in the posh compound of St. Xavier's College, where Rahul Khanna, Anjali Sharma, and Tina Malhotra fall into a conventional love triangle, where Rahul and Tina end up together, only for the latter to realise Anjali's love for her soulmate. Hence, as Tina succumbs to a fatal pregnancy, she destines her daughter, - also named, Anjali - to bring the fatefully separated soulmates together.
Here is the twist,
Anjali Khanna comes to the Summer Camp in Shimla for her supposed mission to unite her Father, and Anjali Sharma. However, the latter has moved on to a better future, and is now looking at a prospective marriage with Aman Mehra. A moment of soft indiscretion with Rahul during the campus, wherein he comes to visit his daughter, sends Anjali into a contemplative spate, where she rethinks her position on Rahul, Aman, and most importantly herself.
P.S: - This was something that I really felt was sorely amiss from the movie. A Teeny Hand at a fix-it no one but myself really needed. So yeah, putting this out there in this endless vacuum. Do leave a comment if you find this worth your time, and your suggestions are eagerly awaited since I'm clearly out of the writing habit. So yeah again, Yours Truly flexing your writing muscle.
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