Bhoot Returns

There are billions

of homes in the world.

But we don't know why ghosts

like only some particular homes.

This is the story of one such home..

That a ghost called Shabbu liked.

Till date no one knows Shabbu's story.

And why she became a ghost.

But Shabbu liked this house.

And she even liked Nimmi,

a small girl..

Who came to live in this house.

Hello. Who is it?

- This is Vinod calling from New York.

Yes, sir. How did you call me?

To whom have you given

my house on rent?

What's the matter, sir?

Since the past three months they

are neither answering the phone..

Nor replying to my emails.

Trusting you I..

- Sir, I will go right away and check.

Sir, I am calling from the bungalow.

There is no one here.

What do you mean there is no one?

I mean, there is nobody

in the house, sir.

Their belongings?

It's still here.

But there is no one here.

Did you check the entire house?

Yes. I checked the entire house.

There is no sign of

any untoward event.

Okay. Give the house to

some other family on rent.

If they return, we will see.

What do you mean

the entire family disappeared?

As I told you, the owner had

given this house to a family on rent.

For a few months everything was fine.

After some time

they stopped paying rent.

When they called up, no one answered.

So ma'am, simple.

The owner sent his agent here.

When he reached here,

he saw that the door was closed.

And the entire house was empty.

- But how?

- What do I know?

They must have fled

to avoid paying rent.

- But, Tarun..

- Yes, tell me.

In today's world who does that?

My dear Namrata, in today's

world this is what everyone does.

After sometime the

owner called the agent

and told him to give it on

rent to some other family.

And we reached here.

But where did that family go?

Well, as soon as they call me up,

I'll definitely let you know.

Stop joking, Tarun. It's not funny.

I'm not joking. Just

look at this house, Nammu.

- But, Tarun..

- No buts.

You won't find

such a lovely house at this rate.

Just look at this.

We will make this the kids' room.

Nimmi and Taman will freak out.

Wow!

Wow!

Nimmi, I am faster than you.

I am having fun and am fast also.

Brother Taman, I am having fun.

Wow! This is my bed. I have told you.

No. Nimmi will make the choice first.

Because she is the youngest.

But where is Nimmi?

Nimmi

I am here, mummy.

What are you doing

up there? Come down.

You are looking so funny.

Come on. Come down. Come.

Look, what I found.

She is so cute!

'Videogame commentary

playing in the background'

'Video game commentary

playing in the background'

Tarun, eat something and then go.

No. No. Love you.

Take care. Okay? Bye.

Nimmi.'

Nimmi.'

Nimmi.'

lam calling you for so long.

Come for breakfast.

Come on. Come.

- Mama, can Shabbu also come?

Yes. Bring her.

Mama, Shabbu doesn't want to eat.

Why, Shabbu?

Why don't you want to eat?

Stupid. That's dolly.

So where is Shabbu?

- Upstairs. In the room.

Nimmi.'

Daddy!

Wow! Balloons!

- That is my balloon?

- Yes.

Why are you crying? I have so many.

Come on. I will tie it here.

Papa, what if brother burst

this as well?

Then we will burst him.

Do you like my balloon?

- Pooja!

- Surprise!

Brother!

- Wow! This is really a surprise.

Hi, sister-in-law! How are you?

- Hi.

Wow! Amazing house!

Pooja, when did you make

the plan of coming here suddenly?

You should have at least called up.

- Yes.

I just want to spend my holidays here.

- Superb!

Tarnan! Hey, my kiddo! Muscles and all.

You look like Superman's father.

Going to office?

Go quickly and come back quickly.

- So much to tell you.

- Done.

Sister-in-law, you make

the best coffee in the world.

Thank you. Tell me.

How is your photography going on?

Don't ask. My last photography

assignment was literally

in the jungle.

It was a small village.

But you know, outskirts.

I forgot. Where is Nimmi?

Must be upstairs in the room.

Shall I call her?

I will go upstairs and scare her.

Pooja.

How did you know it's me?

Shabbu told me.

Who is Shabbu?

My friend.

Where is she?

Oh! So that's Shabbu?

Stupid! That's a teddy bear.

So where is Shabbu?

I won't tell you.

- Why?

- Shabbu has forbidden me.

Who is Shabbu?

Oh, God! She told you

also about Shabbu?

There is no Shabbu. She is just

her imaginary friend. That's it.

But how did she know I am behind her?

When you came here,

you created such a racket.

She must have heard you. What else?

Who is it?

Tarun!

Tarun!

Someone is knocking on the door.

Tarun, someone is

knocking on the door.

Who will knock on the door

at 2 o'clock in the night?

You must have had a dream.

Go to sleep.

Who could it be?

Who is it?

Who is it?

No!

Let me see. - Someone is knocking

but not saying anything.

No!

Someone knocked on the door?

Who is it?

Who is it?

Who is it?

Mama!

Nimmi.'

Nimmi.

Nimmi.

Nimmi.

You got scared, dear?

Nimmi. - Your papa was yelling

at somebody else, dear.

Nothing has happened.

- Not at you.

Nimmi, nothing has happened.

Don't cry.

- Don't cry, dear.

- Mama!

Nimmi.'

- Okay. Okay. Sorry.

- Nimmi.

Nothing has happened, dear.

Nothing has happened, dear. Don't cry.

Maybe some neighbor's naughty child

was knocking and playing a prank.

Who will do I! At midnight?

I don't know who it is.

Lam just saying it's a possibility.

It was very breezy last night.

Is it that some object moved

and we felt someone is knocking?

Pooja, that was

a natural knocking sound.

And all of us heard it.

Maybe we felt like that.

Because why will anyone do it

so late in the night?

Stupid. It was Shabbu.

What?

Shabbu was knocking on the door.

Who told you?

Shabbu.

When?

Just now.

Where is Shabbu?

There.

Here?

Stop it, Pooja. You are talking as

if Shabbu actually exists.

Nimmi, come on. Come to your room.

Nammu, just relax.

- Namrata.

- Mama.

Namrata.

Nimmi.

You won't take Shabbu's name again.

Look at me when I am talking to you.

Don't take Shabbu's name again.

Mama, don't say that.

- Why? Why not? Tell me.

Shabbu will get angry.

I will beat you and

your Shabbu. Enough.

Shabbu. Shabbu. Shabbu.

Enough.

I will really beat you and

your Shabbu. Understood?

Brother, do you think

Shabbu really exists?

Pooja, she is a kid. And kids

imagine such ridiculous things.

Today it's Shabbu.

Tomorrow it could be anybody else.

Don't give so much importance.

But last night that sound?

Pooja, unnecessarily you

are mixing both the things.

Since the time we have shifted here..

Nimmi has been talking

nonsense about Shabbu.

And the sound last night, as we were

discussing it could be anything.

Don't be stupid enough to

mix both these things together.

Nimmi.

She is sulking.

I have warned her.

If she takes Shabbu's

name again, then that's it.

She is a kid. You shouldn't scold her.

What kid? Shabbu! Shabbu! Shabbu!

I am fed up of hearing this name.

- Sir.

- Yes.

In my village a small

kid would also see things.

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