Chaar Din Ki Chandni Page #8

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I mean, are you on our side?

Or on Pappi Sardar's side?

Absolutely. - Pappi Sardar...

He is a cheap man.

You don't understand. - True.

Our Chandni's life

will be ruined, Veer.

Chandni's life will be ruined,

Our Chandni? What do you mean?

No. No. No.

She has come to our house as a guest.

She is a nice girl.

She is our kin. What else? Right?

We will have to teach

Pappi Sardar a lesson.

What lesson, brother?

I will chop him. - Exactly.

I will begin with his legs.

I will cut his toes first.

Then his knees,

then his thighs and then...

No. No. No, brother.

It's a flop idea.

Do you remember?

Last time you had thrashed that boy.

All of you were right. - Yes.

Still father scolded all of you.

Remember?

What else will we do? What?

What will we do?

I suggest send naked

girls to his room.

We will click his photo

and show it to father.

And say, "Look, you are

conducting Chandni's marriage... "

"... with such a derogatory man. "

Father will shoot him. What?

You are right, brother. Genius!

Yes! - Right.

You will arrange forthe naked girls.

You are right.

Let me think. - Of course.

Rani has gone to her village.

Pushpa.

She won't come naked

in front of anyone.

There must be more.

There must be more.

Do one thing.

Your murder plan is better. Do that.

Come on. - No. No. No.

You must have some other idea.

You are trying hard to save him.

I don't share any bond with him.

I don't share any bond with him.

Wait in the old fort at night. - Yes.

I will cajole him

and bring him there.

Thrash him in the dark.

Nobody will know who beat him.

Fantastic, Veer!

Not bad!

Shall we go?

Hey, girl.

Devika. - Why are

you doing this to Veer?

There is no other option

but to adjust for Veer.

One girl and two husbands.

Two husbands?

No. No. No. Devika,

you are just getting it all wrong.

Veer... Veer is Pappi Sardar.

What?

Veer is Pappi?

Veer is Pappi? - Yes. That's true.

Hold on.

Hold on. Hold on.

Thank you.

Tradition. Tradition.

Tradition. You know tradition. Okay?

So all boys will feed the girls.

Henna or no henna.

Your Highness, you will feed Devika.

Royally. - Yes.

Mr. Fatoor, you will feed Ms.

Pammi. - Yes.

And Divya...

Yes. Her beautiful brother.

With pleasure. - Yes.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Who will feed Chandni? - Veer.

Yes, father.

Veer, bring Pappi Sardar. Royally.

Okay, father. Okay, father.

Veer.

Shall I come with you?

Okay. - Come on. Come on.

Come on. Yes. Begin. - Yes.

Uncle. - Yes.

What kind of man is Pappi Sardar?

Man?

He's nice.

Father was saying

he is very dangerous.

He slaps people.

Did he slap you? - Forget it.

Watch it.

Pappi Sardar. - Pappi Sardar.

Pappi Sardar, hello. - Pappi Sardar.

Open the door.

Uncle. - What?

My stomach is not well.

Numbertwo. - Numbertwo.

Two minutes. - Go. Go. Go quickly.

Pappi Sardar.

Ghadiyal Singh.

What are you doing here?

What did you see?

Who is it?

Why are you sitting on the floor?

Get up. Get up.

Pappi Sardar,

why did you take so long?

I was in the bathroom.

Do you have any problem?

Come on.

Veer, come on.

- Yes. Coming in five minutes.

Fine. I am going.

- Yes. Coming in five minutes.

Hey, come on.

- Yes. I am coming. Coming.

'Yes. Coming in five minutes. '

'Yes. Coming in five minutes. '

God bless you.

You bit me.

Pappi Sardar,

I feel happy when I see both of you.

I have spoken at the Gurudwara.

After Divya gets

married I will conduct...

...your marriage the next day.

What's the hurry?

We will marry in Punjab.

Yes, father. What's the hurry?

You said your astrologer

has said if you don't get married...

...in the next three days,

you will never get married.

Didn't you say it?

Lovely! I will organize a special

theme forthis Punjabi wedding.

That's it.

Call your parents tomorrow.

It's my royal order.

His Highness, actually we...

You see, herfather will come.

But her mother can't come. - Why not?

She is in a mental asylum. - What?

Mother is in a mental asylum?

Yes. Absolutely.

She told me. She told me.

Fine. Call yourfathertomorrow.

That's it.

Now, ladies,

you enjoy your evening together.

Gentlemen,

please follow the royal king.

Right? - Yes, uncle.

What do you mean uncle?

It's not uncle. It's His Highness.

You see, after drinking

four pegs everybody gets high.

Very funny! I am forced to laugh.

I hope your parents

are coming forthe wedding.

Actually, Your Highness,

my parents can't come. - But why?

Because they are dead.

I am so sorry to hearthat.

- What had happened?

Accident.

When? - 1985.

How? - Car.

Where?

Ludhiana-Bhatinda Highway.

Will you explain in details?

- Let it be.

No. I want to hear.

No. He is asking for details.

I will tell him. - Okay. Fine.

Your Highness. - Yes.

In those days there

were ambassador cars.

Of course, I know.

Mother and father were

returning to Ludhiana at night.

The driver must have dozed off. - Oh!

The car collided with

a truck carrying iron rods.

Oh, God.

One rod entered my

father's head. - Okay.

It entered the eye and

went through the skull. - Okay.

His brains were

dripping from the rod.

Like this.

No. It's alright. It's alright.

The way... the way... cream

drips from your biscuit.

Yes. It is fine, son. I understood.

Okay. Let it be. Let it be.

No. No. Finish the story.

What finish? Let it be. - Yes.

No. He is asking for details.

I will tell him.

Oh, God.

My mother was slightly lucky.

- Okay. Thank God.

None of the rods hit her.

- God is great.

She would have survived. - Yes.

If the door had not opened.

- Which door?

The car's door. - The door opened?

Yes. And she fell on the road.

Okay. Okay.

The oncoming truck

crushed her so badly...

All her intestines

got stuck to the road.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

The way jam sticks to bread.

Fine, son. Sorry. Sorry.

Pardon me. Pardon me.

We don't want anything.

Because of the goggles

maybe you can't see.

I don't know, son. Don't cry, son.

But my eyes are brimming with tears.

It's brimming.

Forgive me, son. Forgive me.

I made a mistake.

No. No. No. No problem.

He insisted. So I also told you.

He is a scoundrel.

- Scoundrel.

He is heartless. - Heartless.

Shameless. - Shameless.

Insolent.

He is a scoundrel.

Everything. Everything.

Forgive us.

- Can I wipe my tears and come?

Surely, son. I will make

a drink foryou in the meanwhile.

I will be back, Your Highness.

- I'll make a drink for myself even.

Pappi will be back.

Pappi, have a drink.

- What is your problem?

At times conjunctives.

At times tears. - Keep quiet.

Something is fishy. I am telling you.

- What will you have?

Pappi's embrace. Pappi's embrace.

What's the matter?

Pappi has gone inside.

What is Veer doing?

Veer.

Veer.

Alright. I am coming.

Uncle.

Carefully. Easy. Easy.

What happened to you?

- Easy. Easy. Easy.

You fell down.

All this... all this happened

because of Pappi Sardar.

I will kill him.

I will kill him.

Uncle... if you want

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