Dostana Page #4

M, why have you

received a letter from Diva?

Aren't they competition?

- I'm quitting this job.

- What?

Diva has offered me a job.

As the new editor-in-chief.

You're kidding, right?

Why? Don't you think

I can be an editor-in-chief?

Oh no, no. Not at all.

In fact, it's just that

we'll really miss you, M.

You liar. You're lying.

Everybody hates me.

Just waiting for me to go.

So that one of you can

get my chair and office.

Okay, so you're right. Who's going to

get this chair and office?

Actually, the decision is mine.

Dinner at my place. Tomorrow night.

Really? Why?

I'll introduce you to Sam and Kunal.

I'm sure you'll love them.

I'm sure I will.

Are you mad? Why did you agree?

She said that her boss wants

to meet us and you agreed.

What else could I have said?

Guess what, Neha? We're not gay...

We were lying only because

your house is so beautiful.

Come on. Seriously...

Yes?

A letter from the

immigration office.

What's written in it?

I don't know.

- Read it, Kunal.

- Yes. - Yes.

Thank you.

Well...

Yes, yes. They've

accepted our petition.

All right! Show it to me!

Why is only your name on it?

How's that possible?

Oh, rubbish!

What happened?

I've written my

London address in my form.

- So?

- So, my mother...

I'm not going to do

anything with any other man.

I've told this to Sam earlier.

Now, you hear it too.

Kunal, please don't do

this to me right now.

My boss will be here

anytime now. Sam had promised me.

But I hadn't promised you.

You! You had promised me.

When M comes here

you'd better be ready.

- Good luck, brother.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

M darling...

Neha darling!

So glad that you could come.

It's a candle.

Oh, fabulous!

I needed it so badly.

Nice place.

Really? You like it?

Thank you so much. There...

Darling, your housemaid

is a fashion disaster.

- Get rid of her.

- No, no. M! M! M!

You're... you're fired. No, no,

one second. You're fired please...

- Out! Out!

- No, M. She's my aunt. My aunt.

So sorry, aunty.

What's that tied around your neck?

Aunt, that's because he has a cold.

Please keep this in the

kitchen and the microwave buzzed.

I think dinner is ready.

What did you want me to do?

Look at how she was dressed.

No, no, it's fine. Don't worry.

- Absolutely not my fault.

- Please.

M, this is Sam. Sam, this is M.

Neha, you never told me

that your boss is so hot.

I like hot.

One moment...

Oh, Kunal...

Kunal darling!

That's M... the door...

- Shall I get it?

- I'll get it.

He'll get it.

So should we sit?

Yes, I'd love to actually.

- Well, hello!

- Hello!

Officer Havier from

the immigration office.

Didn't you get the letter?

It said that someone would come by...

...for a surprise inspection.

Surprise inspection?

You see, a lot of people

fake these things, you know.

Pretend to be gay.

Really? How desperate!

I know. So I'm here

to keep my eye on you.

- Eye on me?

- Well... Can I come in?

Yes, sure. Sure.

Sam, officer...

Havier.

From the immigrations office.

Hi, officer!

Just a second please.

- Sure.

- Excuse me.

Hell! What do we do now?

Son, now whatever is to

be done he is going to do.

This is not funny, okay?

Yes. Well, do I look

like I'm laughing?

Why has he come here?

To check if we're truly

gay or just pretending to be.

- What do you mean? - Please...

please tell me what to do.

Let's think. Let's

just stay calm. Think.

Just think like a girl.

Hey, hero! Think like

a girl. Not about them.

What do you mean think like a girl?

I mean, talk to him

about his hair, his shoes.

You know, this kind of thing.

Think like a woman, feel like a man.

- Think like a woman, feel like a man.

- Feel like a man.

No idiot, think like a man, feel

like a... confused... come on!

Okay.

- Neha was telling me that

you're new here. - Nice shoes.

Yes, actually I'm from London and...

...I work at Howard Medical Centre.

Oh... doctor. Doctor.

Nurse. Nurse.

My temperature is increasing.

Must be the wine.

Shall we have some fun?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, fun...

Oh, my God! Why don't we

play some music? Dance...

I don't mind. I love dirty dancing.

Let's go. Yes.

- Who's that?

- My mother. Mom!

Oh aunty!

Son, I felt I had a bad dream.

Aunty, feeling better?

What's all this, son?

No, mom. It's just that

we were playing a game...

...and it was my turn. Can I just

see you outside for a second?

Thank you. Come. Come.

We'll be right back.

Relax. Just relax.

Your mother doesn't

know about you, does she?

How would she know,

poor baby? Come to daddy.

Living a lie, and

that too, for others.

It hurts. It really, really hurts.

Till today, I haven't told...

...my mom and dad that their Murli...

- Murli? - Murli... me... M...

you know, darling.

No!

God, she's back.

- Is this a house or a madhouse?

- Mom!

Don't you dare call me mother!

Did you think even a

little about my old age...

Now why are you sitting in

his lap. Get away from him!

Let me talk to her. Let me.

Don't you dare touch

my son, you witch!

You will have

a mother's curse on you.

Come back home. Come back home.

Come to London with me.

You were better off there.

You were with girls there.

Here, you are... just come back home.

No, no, no. One sec,

one sec, one sec.

Let me talk to her. Aunty!

Aunty! Look at me. Look at me.

Whether it's London or Miami,

your son is gay. He likes men.

Wake up!

Shut up!

Mom! Don't listen to him, mom.

He's talking nonsense.

I'm not gay.

You told me yourself

that you are gay.

He told you?

No, aunty. Sam's telling the truth.

There's nothing to it.

He'll obviously lie. He's Sameer's

boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

Boyfriend? Neha, you told

me that they both were single.

They are...

Single? No, no, no.

They are a couple.

They applied for a

residency permit together.

Rascal! You dared to lie to

your mother! I know everything.

I received the letter.

That's why I've come here.

- Oh God! Grant me death!

- Mom!

What are you punishing me for, God?

- No, mom... - This uncle with the

yellow-shirt is after my child.

Mom!

Who is she talking to?

Come on, Sam, for how long

will you hide your love?

I think it's time.

Tell your 'Venice story' to aunty.

- Venice? You went to Venice?

- No, no...

No, no. It's all my fault.

I never kept a check on you.

Had I done so, then you wouldn't

be committing all these mistakes.

Aunty, love isn't a mistake.

Loe is blind. Isn't it?

It isn't so blind that...

...it can't differentiate

between a guy and a girl.

Mom!

Stop it, please! It's enough.

I'm struck with grief.

Mom, listen to me. Mom!

Thank you, son. I don't want

to listen to anything anymore.

Mom, please...

- You'll support me well...

- Mom!

Your son rides the

bride's palanquin.

Alas! You're done for!

Your son rides the

bride's palanquin.

Alas! You're done for!

Ignoring the young damsels...

What is this dilemma of

the heart?

Ignoring the young damsels...

What is this dilemma of

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