Khushi: (After a while, Mark entered the room, saying it's been a long time since they went to the terrace.)
Yeah, they're not kids. You don't need to worry about them. Didn't you just say we should leave them alone?
Mark: Yeah, but she might catch a cold… and the whole plan I made will go to waste.
Let's go check on them...
Anyway, didn't you say you wanted to be in the rain?
Khushi: Just let them be.
Mark: Okay, okay… but still, let's just go up to the terrace. I swear I'll just look from a distance—I won't disturb them. I just want to know how it's going.
Khushi: You know what? I want to check on them too. Let's go!
Mark: See? You're curious too.
(We walked out of the room, got into the lift, and pressed the button for the terrace. Finally, we reached the top.)
Mark: What the f—!!!
Khushi: What the hell!?
(I looked at Mark. He was already looking at me in disbelief.)
Mark: Seriously?! I did all that work to get them close… and look at them!
Khushi: You told me they were distant from each other—is this what you call "distant" or "arguing"?
Mark: No! I mean… just today, when we were coming back from the parlour, they were arguing.
Let me take a picture of this. This moment won't come back.
Khushi: No, you shouldn't!
Mark: She's my sister—a tough girl who doesn't fall for anyone. This will be the proof.
I'm gonna get this printed. Thousands of copies. I'll show it to everyone!
Khushi: Mark, are you crazy?! Don't! It's embarrassing!
Mark: It's funny to me!
I still can't believe my eyes. They're kissing… passionately!
(I took a bunch of pictures. There was a glass door to go outside—the glass was transparent, so we could see them clearly.
Honestly, I'm really happy. They're together before even getting married. Everything is falling into place.
Wasn't she just saying she didn't want to marry? Something about marrying a Korean guy? Now look at her—eating her own words.)
(I looked at Khushi.)
Mark: How about a kiss?
Khushi: Here?
Mark: Yep. Right here and now.
Khushi: No! What if they turn and see us?
Mark: So what? I legally married you. It's my right.
Khushi: You just married me—you didn't buy me. You don't get to do whatever you want.
Mark: What!? Do I need to buy you to do anything?
Just say your price, then.
Khushi: Huh!?
Mark: Just kidding! Why are you getting so serious? Chill out.
Look at the weather. It's beautiful.
(I took off my suit and tossed it aside.)
Khushi: What are you doing?
Mark: I'm feeling hot. So I took it off.
Why? What did you think I was doing?
Khushi: Nothing…
(I grabbed her hands, pulled her close, and wrapped my arm around her waist. I leaned in, moving toward her lips…
But she turned her head to the side.
I paused and looked at her—she wasn't even making eye contact.
So I gently held her cheek with my free hand and made her look at me.)
Mark: Don't ever do that again.
I don't like being avoided.
Khushi: (He's not listening to what I'm saying… It'll be so embarrassing if Abhi and Ishana see us.
This morning was already awkward. I don't want a repeat.
He just grabbed me and started getting closer—so I turned my head.
But now he looks upset…)
I wasn't trying to avoid you.
(He stepped away from me.)
Khushi: (He just walked off... toward the lift.
What's wrong with him?
I ran after him.)
What's wrong?
Mark: Ask yourself.
Khushi: I just didn't want to get embarrassed again. That's the only reason I turned away…
Come on, we're adults. It wouldn't look right.
Mark: So that's more important than my feelings?
Khushi: (Ugh, what's gotten into him?)
Mark: Why are you quiet? Answer me, damn it!
Khushi: Mark, just relax. It's just a kiss—we can do it in the room.
Mark: No. I wanted it here.
Khushi: Okay... then let's do it here.
(The moment she said it, I walked toward her quickly, pinned her against the glass...
And the next second, I kissed her hard.
I was kissing her and biting her lips—not to hurt, but as punishment for avoiding me earlier.)
Khushi: (He pinned me to the glass and started kissing me—hard.
He even bit me—)
Mark!
(I said it between the kiss.)
Mark: (She shouted because of the bite. I closed my eyes and kept kissing her...)
Guard: Sir! You can't do this here!
(I heard someone's voice—but whatever, I ignored it.)
Khushi: (I heard a voice too, so I opened my eyes to see who it was…
There was a guard standing right behind Mark.
I tapped his shoulder.)
Mark: What's wrong?
Khushi: Look behind you.
Mark: Huh? (I turned around and saw the guard standing there.)
What?
Guard: Sir, this is a public area. You can't do that here.
Mark: Oh…
(The guard looked out and noticed another couple.)
Guard: (Approaching the door) I need to talk to that couple too.
Mark: Where are you going?
Guard: Outside—to talk to them.
Mark: Let them be. If you want, I can book the entire terrace.
Guard: Sir, the terrace is not for rent.
Mark: Then bring your manager. Or better—let's go together to speak with him.
Guard: Sir, I still need to inform them they can't do that here.
Abhi: (I heard voices... and suddenly realized what I had done.
I opened my eyes, stepped away from Ishana.)
Uhh… I…
Ishana: (He pulled away quickly and now he's trying to say something without even making eye contact…)
Umm…
Abhi: I… I didn't…
Ishana: (I looked over and saw my brother arguing with the guard about something.
I started walking toward the door.)