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The fact is, I want Meera.

She will live here, keep me happy.

In exchange, I will repay the loan

of Rs.300000 on the mansion.

And anyway, what does she

mean to you anyway?

She's just a slave.

Only until I have

put up the factory.

In a few months,

you will get back both...

the mansion and your daughter-in-law.

Meera is beautiful,

and young too.

The mansion is old and ugly.

It needs renovation.

Everything has a price.

I like people who strike a deal.

Shall we shake hands

on Rs.500000?

Get up, Zeenat.

- I knew you'd not leave me and go.

There's a problem, Zeenat.

I spoke to Amir's parents.

They were looking for

you since many days.

The day for Amir's

execution has been fixed.

He will be executed in two days.

There is some Natraja who

is waiting for you in Jaipur.

He says he will take

the letter of pardon himself.

We will have to leave for

Jaipur tomorrow itself...

with the pardon letter.

The one above.

- Salaam Waleikum.

Salaam Waleikum?

Say Khama Gani. What rubbish

are they teaching you in school?

Not in school,

Zeenat Didi taught me.

Who Zeenat?

The one who meets Meera Didi

in the temple everyday

You are late?

- Yes, I am late.

Meera, you'll have to help me.

- You said that on the first day too.

Will you help me?

- Must you ask?

But first come,

I want to give you something.

Shanker had given it to me.

His first gift.

I cannot wear it now, but I

remove and look at it sometimes.

I see some color.

I want that when you meet

Amir, you two wear it.

Like me and Shanker.

It is a symbol of love.

I cannot take it, it won't be right.

Why not? You won't understand

what your friendship has given me.

You will leave,

and we may never meet again.

If you keep this, you will remember

you have a friend in Rajasthan...

who didn't have the courage to

choose her life's path...

but being with you,

she got a glimpse of it.

If you can,

you also give me a memento.

Who knows...

Your husband died

at my husband's hands.

I wanted to tell you since very long,

my God knows; but I could not tell you

Why, Zeenat?

When I first came to your house...

your family spat in my

face and threw me out.

I was afraid even

you will refuse to meet me.

I never intended to cheat you.

What do you want from me?

These are papers for pardon.

If you sign them...

Amir's life can be saved.

You are aware of

everything, Zeenat.

Do you also know

how a person feels...

when one leaves home alive,

and the news of his death returns?

And then his belongings, his clothes,

stuffed in a torn suitcase?

So you tell me, you,

who knows everything...

you, who makes her own life...

what do you think?

What should I do?

If I don't sign these papers,

I will be considered cruel.

And if I do, I'll crush the pride

with which I am living.

No Meera, I know Amir.

He cannot kill anyone.

Know what my dream is?

That I behead that murderer...

who snatched

my everything from me...

my husband, my love, my freedom.

Surprised? That the innocent,

naive Meera is talking of killing?

I understand your feelings.

If I was in your place,

even I'd think the same.

Then you can understand why

I am refusing to sign these papers.

Make your own decisions,

isn't that what you had said?

Take, this is my decision.

I also said you will have to accept

the consequences of your decisions.

Will you be able to?

Meera, I plead with you!

Why? Because I should

take the right path?

Because what happened

was an accident.

Amir did not deliberately

kill Shanker. They were friends!

So what if he didn't kill him

deliberately. He ruined my life.

I want it's price.

Even if an innocent man

has to pay for it?

Yes, even then. Your husband

committed the murder...

and an innocent woman

is paying its price.

I am fed up of my helplessness,

I want revenge!

Even your Quran says that,

eye for an eye, life for a life.

Then the decision is made.

The same Quran says, 'forgiving

is greater than revenge'

If you had not cheated me

like this...

I would perhaps forgive

you and your husband.

I trusted your friendship.

But even you turned

out to be like others.

A selfish woman who uses

others for her selfish needs.

I'm still your friend.

Forgive me, Amir.

Forgive me!

Where had you gone?

I permit you to go to the

temple so that you find peace.

And behind my back, you are

making friends with that woman...

who ruined our lives.

A woman should not be given freedom.

You make friends with the

murderer of your husband?

With my son's murderer?

Zeenat did not kill Shanker.

- You argue with us?

It is not her fault. That's

woman's influence is talking.

Or she would never

let out a whisper.

Her freedom is over!

She will not leave the house...

until my wounded honor heals.

What honor are you talking of?

The same honor which you are

selling to save this mansion?

Or that honor, on the strength

of which, my price is being fixed?

You use me when you wish,

you throw me when you wish.

Make me your family

honor when you wish.

Even after all this,

you will not throw me out.

Because I am very valuable for you.

You talk of my honor,

but I have not come across...

a more shameless man than you.

Leave my hand!

Leave my hand!

I'd only given your son

the right to touch me.

"Relationships, trust, love, faith"

"I don't have any"

"I thought I had the

earth in my hand"

"I opened my hand,

and there was only ash"

"There is this

noise in the heart"

"If integrity is low"

"If this string is weak"

What do I do, grandma?

- What does your heart say?

I have been suppressing my heart's

voice since so long...

it died long ago.

The heart never stops talking.

Listen carefully,

it will show you the way.

Shanker's death snatched

my life from my hands.

But I compromised

with my fate.

Because this has been my life.

Good or bad, I had to live it.

Because you feared the

unknown world outside.

Yes. It is easy to

follow a mould.

Let life continue the

way it is.

Our life's string is

in someone else's hands.

But the string that has been put

in my hand, what do I do with it?

Who lives, who dies,

let God decide that, why me?

I don't want to decide.

I'm an ordinary woman.

I can be selfish. The one who has

given me pain, I should hurt him.

Why am I being forced

to be an angel?

I don't want that status.

I don't want that right.

He plays many games

with us, doesn't he?

Somewhat more with me.

Whatever decision you

have taken, stick to it.

I have told Zeenat that.

Then what are you waiting for?

Go do what you want.

What you are going to do,

only a human can do.

Where are angels destined to it?

Grandma, I...

- You don't have to say anything.

I am only trying to cover up

my sins with your virtue.

You know Randhir will

surely sell you.

I don't care about that now.

- That's better! My brave girl!

Go.

Where are you going?

Let me go, mother-in-law.

It's a matter of someone's life.

Don't even think of going out.

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