VIMALA: So be it, no missing you even at the cost of my life.
PRATAP: That’s the love I crave, but still we’ve to save her life
VIMALA: I’m glad it’s father like.
PRATAP: If the koya dora gets it right, won’t I become a proper father.
VIMALA: The day I deliver, would be the day of my life.
PRATAP: Never mind, the daughterly rebuff.
VIMALA: Mind you, only a woman would know that.
PRATAP: Wish I were one to be able to feel like you.
VIMALA: You would know as I open my heart and soul to you. Now see how we can save Prati’s life without wasting ours.
PRATAP: Maybe, Sekhar could help us out. Why no word from him.
VIMALA: I don’t think so, yet Raghu may make some difference. But self-help is the best help, isn’t it? You apply your mind and I’ll find out what she is up to.
(PAUSE)
VIMALA: The she devil is sleeping. (PAUSE) I know you’ve an idea, it’s written on your face.
PRATAP: It’s husbanding trouble ahead.
VIMALA: What do you mean?
PRATAP: What else, wife being a face reader.
VIMALA: Oh, how I’ve been missing life.
PRATAP: And I, for the lack of inspiration.
VIMALA: That’s behind us any way; tell me what next.
PRATAP: As your logic failed to cut her sentimental ice, we shall melt it with her emotional heat.
VIMALA: But how?
PRATAP: By feigning our suicide.
VIMALA: What an idea really, but how to go about it?
PRATAP: We bleed a little by slashing our writs and Sekhar will alert Prati to our suicide pact. Then we all should be smiling for our wedding album.
VIMALA: But what if the timing goes wrong?
PRATAP: I see your drawing hall wall is wide enough to accommodate our photographs. Why doubt, Prati’s sentiment would ensure that.
VIMALA: It’s no time to joke any way.
PRATAP: It’s all nuts and bolts my dear. Don’t you have a razor blade at home?
VIMALA: I think it’s there somewhere.
PRATAP: You get hold of it as I get Sekhar on line.
(PAUSE)
SEKHAR: (OFF) How do you feel now?
PRATAP: Quite fit to think and act.
SEKHAR: (OFF) I’ll be reaching there shortly.
PRATAP: It’s the climax scene here. I’ve a role for you too.
SEKHAR: (OFF) I know it’s hard to handle Prati.
PRATAP: Listen carefully so that you won’t mess it up. Prati has threatened to commit suicide. I thought of vajram vajrena bhedyate.You’ll find Vimala and me in blood with our wrists slashed. You alert Prati and work on her emotion for the turnaround. Call me back to give us five minutes and we’ll keep the main door ajar.