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But I have found his killer.
He shared his cell at MAMA-2.
He goes by the name Roohdaar...
No one knows his real name.
Even] identity of
his is a ghost identity.
He came from Pakistan in 1990.
An ISI agent.
Two years back, he was
arrested in Baramulla.
He cut a deal with the Indian army...
He penetrated Zahoor's group...
A double agent...
My brother got to know that.
Which is why he negotiated...
his release as well.
On the way out...
he...
He... killed him...
and pushed him into
the Jhelum river...
These people have killed my brother.
Until I avenge his death...
I will not rest...
I promise you...
Haider...
Haider...
Come in, little princess...
Hello.
Hello.
What an imbecile you are!
You disappear for days!
You don't even tell
me when you are back.
I worn] for you in vain.
You are so haggard...
Why don't you find me a cure!
Everyone doubts you are going mad.
doubt my trusts.
What do you mean?
I mean...
Is Roohdaar the brave,
beloved witness?
Is Khurram the master of falsehood?
Whose bears the cross of truth?
To believe or not to believe.
That is the question...
The answer hides
in yet another question.
What is that?
To trust the surging
beats of the head...
Or to heed the caution
of sober mind...
To kill or to die..
To be or not to be.
Where did you get this?
Give it back...
Haider...
You will do no such thing.
Whether it's the truth or a lie...
Swear upon me.
I have Iovvedd you more than my life.
Not Iovvedd, it's loved...
The V and D softly.
Say it... loved.
Lovve-d.
Say.. Kicked.
Kick-ked.
Plucked.
- Pluck-ked.
Sucked...
Suck-ked...
Fwwf.
Fu...
'Baster-ed'...
- 'Baster-ed'...
Thank you for being with us
in this time of grief.
Somehow I have gathered myself
to bear this bitter loss but...
the thought of seeing my beloved
sister-in-law live a widow's life...
and my dearest Haider as an orphan...
How do I find the courage
to bear that?
I seek your permission...
My elders and friends
present here, allow me...
to marry my sister-in-law
Ghazala Meer...
God bless!
- God bless!
Father...
My father-to-be...
Go on.. feed this fellow.
Mother...
- My angel...
What is this?
When will you grow up?
- Never...
What is this?
Remember what you would say
when you were a child?
What?
"When I grow up I'm going
to marn/ my mommy."
You would snuggle between
your father and me.
Even if he touched me,
And now his brother touches you...
What should I do now?
Who would want to share
you with the world?
Your beauty is venomous.
They have given him a pistol...
to kill uncle Khurram...
- Ghazala Akhtar...
Do you accept Khurram Hussain Meer
as your lawfully married husband?
I do.
- Do you accept?
I do.
- Do you accept?
I do.
do you accept Ghazala Akhtar
as your lawfully married wife?
I do.
O nightingale's head,
O wounded bird
Stay away, stay away,
don't meet the flower
O nightingale's head,
O wounded bird
Stay away, stay away,
don't meet the flower
A head in conflict is in
difficulty indeed
If the head is pounding,
the head is pounding
If the head is pounding,
the head is pounding
Then a pounding head
can be wicked too
The flower's scent
is filled with poison
Stay away, stay away,
don't meet the flower
O nightingale's head
Stay away, stay away,
don't meet the flower
O nightingale's head
Listen, O world,
I want to speak
Your story again
I wish to repeat
O nightingale's head,
O wounded bird
There was a pair of birds,
A male and female
The female was innocent,
The male was simple
There was a pair of birds,
A male and female
The female was innocent,
The male was simple
When the mountains
Were covered with snow
A falcon of bad intention
A falcon of bad intention
Flew above the trees and forest
Death lurked within its folded wings
Searching to find
A palace's destination
Searching to find
A palace's destination
It found a home in
the nightingale's dreams
And stung them with lethal venom
Put poison in the scented flowers
Send to the nightingale in question.
And stung them with lethal venom
It found a home in
the nightingale's dreams
Send to the nightingale in question.
And stung them with lethal venom
He sprinkled gun powder in the valley
Below the lake put snares in sway
Dangling daggers against the male
Dangling daggers against the male
Cut the bird's wings away
O heart, my heart, my heart,
Only cowards lie
O nightingale's head,
O wounded bird
O nightingale's head,
O wounded bird
He had the injured man imprisoned
And tied him up like a slave
Took him to the Jhelum bridge
And threw him to a watery grave
Jhelum, Jhelum...
Red, your colour is red
Jhelum, Jhelum...
Red, your colour is red
But the river's of Kashmir
The chains broke,
As did destiny's tide
He's alive, he will be living
He's alive, he will be living
Come to your senses,
lover's nightingale
The flower's scent
is filled with poison
Come to your senses,
lover's nightingale
Come to your senses,
lover's nightingale
Such a brilliant stow!
- Who wrote This play?
Zahoor Hussain?
Or was it Roohdaar?
Didn't they give you a gun too?
To kill me?
What shall we do Ghazala?
Die by his bullet?
Or have him treated?
In an asylum.
Don't let him get away...
- Haider...
Catch him...
- Haider...
- Follow him... come on...
It's Post Traumatic
Stress Disorder...
- PTSD.
He needs psychiatric care.
I've had a word at the hospital.
We'll admit him in the
morning after curfew.
If he wakes up,
he'll make a run for it.
I have sedated him well.
He won't wake up for hours.
There's a curfew out there,
I'll drop you in my car.
Okay, thank you.
- Come on.
Arshee...
Arshee...
Open the door...
You misunderstand me.
No!
You have betrayed me.
You took advantage of my trust.
You used me...
You don't care for Haider's life...
You want to use him to
catch those people...
who exposed Khurram.
You don't care if Haider has to die.
Open the door and let me explain...
Try to see my point
I don't want to get your point.
I don't want to see you... ever!
Haider...
Avenge me...
of my brother.
Aim bullets at those
cunning, deceiving eyes...
that entrapped your mother...
Don't forget...
My Lord...
my crime, my sin stinks...
- I'm drowning in guilt.
- My soul reeks of my brother's blood...
Wash me clean...
with the rain of your mercy, My Lord!
Bereave me of all you bestowed...
All the wealth, all the power,
all the fame...
Everything ...
- Let The rain of your mercy...
cleanse me, my Lord!
Haider...
What are you doing?
- Haider...
Give me the pistol...
Do as I say...
Give me the pistol...
- Haider...
Grab him...
Hold his hands...
Show me your hands...
What are you doing?
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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