Dangerous Ishhq Page #2

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How valuable your time is.

Okay, I will get to the point.

But on one condition.

Whatever I say, your

reply should be yes.

Otherwise, we'll harm your son.

You understand?

- Yes.

That's like a good papa.

Ask him to let you talk to your son.

I want to talk to my son.

I want to make sure he's alright.

Intelligent.

Dad.

Rohan. Are you fine, son?

How is Sanjana, dad?

Is she... is she hurt?

Where is she?

She is here.

Tell her that I love her.

Tell her not to worry for me.

Everything will be fine.

Oh, God.

We were out for action...

...but this suddenly

turned into a love story.

Very bad.

Now you know the rules of the game.

Now listen carefully.

50 crores. Only 5000

bundles of 1000 Rs notes.

You're out of your mind?

I don't have that kind

of money lying around.

Dad.

- Rohan.

Wrong answer, papa.

Punishment no. 1 for

breaking the rules.

Remember, what you had to say?

"Yes."

- Yes, and you made a mistake.

Yes.

Keep the money ready, understand.

Yes.

- Good.

I will give you the next set of

instructions on my next phone call.

Until them, be a good host

to these police officials.

They are doing their

duty very strictly.

You can start

arranging for the money.

But we won't give them this money.

Why? Why not?

Because there's no guarantee that...

...they'll let Rohan go even

after they receive the ransom.

We can only control them only

until we don't give them the money.

And until we don't give the money...

...they cannot harm Rohan.

So, are we just

going to risk his life?

Uncle. Uncle,

please explain to them.

We shouldn't take any risk.

We cannot put Rohan's life in

danger for the sake of money.

Now listen to me carefully.

I love my son a lot.

And I don't need your help

or advice to bring him back.

There's no place for Poster

girls like you in my house.

You can go.

Get out of my house. And stay out.

Where were you?

I've been calling you for so long.

Why aren't you answering your phone?

Oh, sorry. My phone

was on silent mode.

Come.

I'll make coffee.

There's no coffee, Neetu.

I was going away, for nearly a year.

Now I'll need to buy groceries.

And even inform the newspaper boy

to continue delivering newspapers.

And I had disconnected

my landline as well.

Everything has changed, Neetu.

Everything has changed.

Everything.

Nothing will happen to Rohan.

Nothing.

We haven't defied God in anyway...

...that He'll do this with us.

Wait.

I'll make us some tea.

My special brand of

feel good tea, okay.

Go.

Gita.

Gita.

Gita.

I've brought the newspaper.

Tell me what's written in it.

What are you staring at?

Read it.

The anarchy continued even today.

Call it the politics of the ruling

bodies or the harsh blow of time.

But the common people

Are bearing the brunt.

Thousands of innocent

blood was shed today...

Sanjana...

- Even today...

What the hell are you doing here?

What's wrong with you?

I can read Urdu.

What?

Read it.

'Tagaiyyur' is my nickname.'

'My name is beauty.'

'My name is revolt,

rebellion, revolution.'

That's the slogan of

youth leader, Asfaq Aalam.

He says that the democracy

of the country is in a mess.

It's a deceit.

Some want wealth,

while others crave fame.

Humanity is dying.

Democracy is in a bad shape.

Impendency has become common.

But this enough.

If the government of Pakistan doesn't

accept our demands in 24 hours...

...then we'll cross

all limits of decency.

Where did you learn this Urdu?

Learn?

I never even hear it.

What is happening with me?

I think we need a

doctor of another kind.

Robert Olsen.

Born in Nebraska, USA.

He could speak

Russian at the age of five.

Whereas he never

heard or learnt Russian.

He didn't even know that

this language is Russian.

Rene. France.

She knew every alley of Istanbul.

Whereas she never went there.

Inderjeet Singh. Ludhiana.

At the age of four...

...he could draw all the

routes of Jalandhar...

...from Football Chowk

to Sheikh Basti, on a map.

And along with the

shops and sign booths.

But how is this possible?

How can they do this? And how did I?

Because even you have learnt

everything, just like they did.

Not in this life,

but in your past life.

You think it's all

about reincarnation?

I don't think, Neetu. I am sure.

Those who've practiced

spirituality always believed in it.

And nowadays, modern psychiatrists

have accepted reincarnation.

In fact, we take help of past

life memories to treat the patient.

Dr. Brian Weiss has

actually written a book on this.

'Many Lives Many Masters.'

But what is the

connection of these memories?

And why am I all of a

sudden getting these memories.

Look, Sanjana. Our mind stores

the memories of only this lifetime.

Whereas our soul, remembers

everything from every lifetime.

Although our mind doesn't allow it.

But still, our soul

always tries to help us.

And I think that's exactly

what your soul is trying to do.

You mean to say, everything that's

happening between me and Rohan...

...is connected to my past life.

Quite possible.

How can I meet my soul?

How can I hear its voice?

Well, for that you'll have

to go into your past life.

You'll have to allow me to

regress you into your past life.

Can you do that now?

Of course.

As you listen to the

sound of my voice.

Every other voice fades away.

Now you're feeling

absolutely relaxed.

Totally relaxed.

Now, on your forehead,

exactly between your eyes...

...where your third eye is,

you can see a bright light.

A very bright light.

Try and concentrate on that light.

Its slowly becomes a screen.

Like the one in cinema halls.

There's a glass lift on the screen.

You step inside the lift.

The lift door closes.

Slowly, the lift is going down.

The black color outside

the lift, has turned red.

Totally red.

Then orange.

Yellow.

Green.

Blue.

Indigo. Violet.

What do you see?

What did you see?

A house.

My house.

Mother's dead.

Father's dead.

I am scared.

Very scared.

And?

And who else is with you?

Just me.

Me and...

- And?

And...

- Come here.

Sister.

Sister.

Neetu.

Neetu's my sister.

Oh, God. Who did this?

Slowly. They haven't gone too far.

Who? Who are they?

Uncle Shamshul and his men.

I saw it myself.

Uncle Shamshul.

I couldn't believe it.

I saw it from under the bed.

I was sitting under it

along with the children.

Uncle Shamshul... himself...

Someone killed his

relatives in Jalandhar.

And he's taking his

revenge by killing us.

He was saying "He won't

spare anyone from Pakistan".

While leaving he said "He won't

spare Gita and Chanda either".

God knows what will happen?

The partition has also divided

the hearts of the people, sister.

Before they return,

we should go to lqbal.

No one can harm us

when we'll be with him.

Come on.

- Come.

Run.

That way.

Sister.

Sister.

Gita.

Lqbal.

Hurry up.

Come on.

Come on, climb up quickly.

Go on, sister.

You go. You go, I'll be with you.

Go quickly.

Run away.

Gita, carefully.

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