Ae Dil Hai Mushkil Page #4

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He was gone.

I erased every trace of him...

He can't come back,

do you understand?

Yeah, Captain...

Terminal FBO 4, right?

Okay... 45 minutes.

Thank you so much!

Alizeh... Alizeh!

Sir, please!

She doesn't want to talk to you!

Who the hell is this?

Your lover?

- I'm her friend.

- I wasn't speaking to you!

Well, she doesn't

want to speak to you!

Stay out of it, man!

This is between us!

Sir. Please!

- Hands off!

- Or else?

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

I love you. Alizeh...

Come on. Alizeh.

I know I made mistakes, but

how much longer will you punish me...

You can't just cut me out

of your life after all these years...

Come on. Let's go...

Alizeh. Please give me a chance...

Ayan.

Go.

Go...

Okay. I'm right here... I'll wait...

No, Ayan.

Go...

To London?

Alizeh. The plane

won't come back for you...

I'll find my way...

okay...

Take care.

Ever been suddenly slapped?

That's love.

And it only hits you harder,

when there's someone else involved...

Why is there ever someone else?

- Hello?

- Ayan?

Alizeh! Hi!

Where are you?

Where are you?!

I've been calling you for days!

Please leave a message

after the tone...

Please leave a message...

Even your voicemail's full!

Where are you?!

In Lucknow...

Lucknow... why?

I'm here with Ali...

Ali... Right...

Same flight...

Passenger seat.

Together Same mane?

- What are you saying?!

I'm with Ali...

Did you sleep with him?

- Ayan! What?!

Don't lie to me...

I know you had sex with him.

He's your lover now...

Boyfriend...

Back together.

Are you drunk?!

You're the one who's drunk!

You said you never

wanted to see him again!

I know, Ayan...

But people in love are liars.

This isn't love... it's weakness!

Ali's my weakness...

Alizeh. He's going to leave you.

Then don't call me...

I'm very busy!

I know you're being protective...

You're a goddamn fraud!

Fake! Liar!

You can say what you want.

But I love him...

- I can't help it...

I really love him.

- He's very sorry...

- He even cried!

But Alizeh. I cry all the time...

Where do you fit

in to all of this?!

Yeah.

What does it have to do with me?

Ayan. Listen... It's important.

Ali's going on tour for a year...

and he wants me to go with him.

- He wants to marry me and...

...he proposed.

What did you say...

- Yes, what else?!

- Mum and Dad have kicked me out...

...they won't come for

the wedding, either...

- Some of Ali's useless cousins

will be at the wedding...

- Will you come from my side...

For me?

I don't have a visa...

- Yo. Mr. Britain!

I'll organize all of that...

- So... You'll come?

Hello? Ayan?

Ayan?

Of course I will!

Thank you, man.

- Dude, I love you...

- Say congratulations!

Hi, bro!

Alizeh...

Weds...

Ayan!

Ayan!

You're spinning like a top!

You're seriously like Mohd. Rafi!

I was wrong about you, man!

You really can sing!

Forget this MBA...

Follow your dreams!

Not like you can't afford to!

Today you sang such...

Pain?

Love?

Ayan...

Tell me, Alizeh...

Did I sing with love today?

Who was it for?

Who was it for.

Should I tell you?

- No...

- But you must know.

I love you. Alizeh.

I love you...

I'm madly in love with you.

And now. It's too late...

Now, I want that DJ Ali

to die in the wedding procession...

And from that shock,

I want you to die, too.

If I can't have you. No one can.

Ayan... Please...

Please, Ayan!

You want to know what it feels like?!

I'll show you...

Ayan!

Alizeh...

Alizeh...

Alizeh...

Alizeh...

Alizeh...

Alizeh...

Alizeh...

Alizeh...

Alizeh!

May death do you'll part, Mrs. DJ Ali...

Have a great life...

It's all good.

May I sit here?

My wife's sitting there.

I don't see anyone.

Excuse me, ma'am...

May I sit there?

Yeah, Sure...

Thank you.

Hello!

Hello.

Grapes?

There are a lot of empty seats.

But I don't want to be alone.

I was at a wedding...

My best friend's wedding!

I left that halfway.

Book or the wedding?

Both...

British Passport!

British Passport!

I was born in England. You too?

Same pinch...

I'm on my way to

Frankfurt... Via Dubai.

You?

Vienna.

Via Dubai?

Same pinch!

So what's up?

What do you do?

Write.

Nice to meet you, Ms. Wright.

I'm Ayan.

I write poetry.

My name us Saba.

Oh!

Too good...

We'll chat on the flight...

wait til you hear

some of my stories...

whats up?

Chatter is a fool's pursuit.

Your eyes can't hide

what your words conceal.

Why me your tears?

Don't imprison them...

Let them be free

I'm very sad...

- That's me...

- That's me.

Listen, it was really

amazing meeting you...

Thanks for listening...

And sorry... I think...

I fell asleep, talking.

Well, you were even

talking in your sleep...

Sh*t! What did I say?

Relax.

Ayan...

I know words can't always

heal scars that run so deep...

But words are all I have...

So here, this is for you!

I hope it helps a little...

And if words aren't your thing...

Maybe the number will help.

Have a nice flight.

Thank you! same to you!

People always say

heart over mind...

But when the heart breaks.

Shouldn't you follow your mind?

Hello?

- Chatter is a fool's

pursuit... or so I've heard...

- But old habits die hard...

I've been rather

impatient for this call...

Hello?

Sorry. My cheeks are turning pink...

You make me blush...

It's true, though...

You've told me

everything about you...

...and you know nothing about me...

- Why do you think I'm here?

- Where?

Vienna...

What are you doing here?

Crossed the boundary

to cross some boundaries...

That's tough...

- I can handle tough...

Get to work. Then...

See you tonight at 8?

- I'll send you the address...

Okay... Of your house, right?

You wish...

Good morning...

Morning...

Slept well?

Hmm...

I made breakfast for myself.

I hope you don't mind...

I'd have made you some...

But I didn't know

what you'd like.

You know nothing about me.

I got to know quite

a bit last night...

Passion isn't familiarity...

I'm blushing again...

Change of topic!

I read some of your poetry...

It's beautiful.

Glad you liked them...

I don't get much

appreciation for my poetry...

There's so much angst

in your poems...

Angst will always find angst...

Can I steal it for my music?

Careful...

I have an excellent lawyer...

He didn't even spare

my ex-husband!

Divorced!

Why so pleased?

Of course!

You're single...

Happily divorced...

and I have no regrets...

Tahir and I are

very good friends.

Every poetess should

marry at least once...

A happy marriage means

a good life...

...an unhappy one means

good poetry!

By the way. I was kidding...

If you need my poetry...

Go ahead.

Thanks...

...but what I need is you.

I don't want to be needed...

I want to be desired.

You're relentless...

Like a walking-talking Ghalib...

what am I supposed to say?

Your silence said

more than enough...

Don't worry...

I have no room for

a relationship in my life...

Not anymore...

There's more than

one kind of relationship...

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