Lipstick Under My Burkha

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In every girl's life,

comes that moment

when she craves to be a woman.

Rosy's desire was

blooming like a rose.

Dreams from beyond her caged body,

were driving her crazy.

And in the garden of her body,

her aching youth

bore into her insides.

Rosy stood trapped behind

the iron bars of the window.

Through the binoculars,

she watched the dazzling city lights.

Jeans-clad girls,

clinging to their boyfriends,

rode freely on motorbikes.

And Rosy's fantasies

spiralled out of control.

When I was finding my ways

Walking in certain places

Why didn't you come around?

And confinement...

Oh hello, freshman! Intro?

Sorry.

I'm Rehana Abidi. My song

is inspired by '7 things'.

Bhopal's third Britney Spears!

Actually... '7 things' is a

Miley Cyrus song.

Yes, it's the same thing.

- What do you think?

We don't know?

- Can you please

start singing now?

I walk outside as it rains

Looking for you but in vain

Found a paper...

I'm sorry.

Sorry... once more?

Go home and sing in the shower.

Try again,

when something else is banned.

But the moment Rosy

puts on her dancing shoes

the lights go out.

Through the binoculars,

Rosy now sees new images.

Far from these crowded lanes

Riding a Harley Davidson,

her hair flying in the wind.

How do I look?

- Smashing!

Come fast!

Hold me close!

Leela darling - can we get on with

the real honeymoon?

Look straight, Mr Honeymoon!

You look quite the Casanova.

These photos are

the ticket to our success.

Let them work their magic...

We'll be roaming freely in the

mountains, relaxing by the beach.

Where all will your lover boy

have to follow you?

I'll show you all of India!

The Taj Mahal in front,

your honey besides you.

Now, that's what I call a

perfect honeymoon!

We provide all honeymoon

related services.

Heart shaped teddy bear, heart shaped

condom... I mean, candle

What about a photography package?

Photography package?

We can't ask strangers

to take our photos.

We can't get intimate

in front of them.

It's the age of selfies.

But selfies are not flattering.

Imagine a professional photographer

accompanying you.

The perfect scheme.

We photograph the couple

from the wedding,

till the honeymoon!

I'll do the make up.

The bride will look like a

movie star!

He'll take the photos.

Your agency gets a

20 percent cut!

What say?

What a scam!

Spare me.

My scheme is perfect!

Mark my words.

There are better agents in Bhopal!

Rosy loved the shops on the street.

She stood at the window

calling out to passers-by.

"Come buy these spicy

sizzling magic dreams!!!"

Her voice was haunting.

I found this outside.

Is it yours?

No... I only wear real gold.

Of course, God has been generous.

A glass of water? Please?

Cold preferably... and some ice.

This Bhopal heat!

If I had lemon and sugar...

I'd have lemonade!

I'll get the sugar!

What are you doing?

What do you want?

Relax!

It's the Magic Products'

pest control gun!

Smells great! Gets rid of

ants, mice

and cockroaches.

Spray once

and you'll be pest free

for the next six months!

Try it!

Does this gun rid all pests?

Well... try it.

Don't you need pest control

at your house?

My 'pest' stays under control

without the gun.

Lucky girl!

Call to order the Supergun.

Shirin Aslam, Magic Products.

I didn't hear the phone ring.

I'm at the school.

Class isn't over yet.

The curtains were thick.

In the darkness, nobody could see Rosy.

Rosy's screams were lost

in the sounds of the street.

And Rosy's shop remained a fantasy.

Father!

Trapped inside a dingy room

of the dilapidated house.

Alone with just her racy

dreams for company.

Only the shadows of men

ever reached Rosy's window.

Her burning desire

never to be satiated.

Because the key to the door was lost.

Auntie, here's the one million.

We'll pay five million

over the market rate!

Hold it!

The lights should dazzle!

One string won't do!

Put a few more!

We'll build a glittering,

fancy mall here.

Our Hawai Manzil already glitters!

So what's so special about your shop?

Not a shop, it's a mall!

Here... our Limca Record

breaking snack!

With some Limca!

Auntie

I only want

what's best for you.

I've been your tenant for years.

Then act like a tenant, Rahim!

Will you sell off the house

just for your commission?

Haven't you earned enough

in Saudi Arabia these seven years?

Shut up, you two!

Control yourselves!

Mr. Gupta?

When their parents...

my husband... their uncle

all died in the gas tragedy.

We had nothing left.

You know.

All we had was Hawai Manzil.

Hawai Manzil is not for sale.

Remove that!

Auntie.

God himself couldn't have

found a better match for my daughter

like the one you've found.

And what a match!

She'll be living right next door

after the wedding.

We'll just hop across

for our beauty treatment.

Leela won't work after marriage.

She'll have fun at home.

I'll have fun, but won't sit home.

Won't sit at home?

So what'll you do?

I'll go on my honeymoon!

Suddenly Rosy chanced upon

a bouquet of red roses.

The florist was fixing the flowers.

If only Prince Charming would

caress her with those roses.

Trapped behind the window bars

a frenzied Rosy took off her bathrobe.

She stood waiting for Prince Charming.

Just madness in her eyes

and red lipstick on her lips.

Smile!

Lovely!

Profile please.

Perfect.

Fingers on your

earring.

Lovely!

Chin down.

That's right.

Smile.

The camera is fixed on the girl.

It's the boy's engagement as well.

Sure... call the groom.

Hey, mister!

Stop sticking to the bride.

Shift!

Sorry.

Getting too close.

Smile.

Look in front.

Hey, mister!

- Yes?

Not your profile. Look straight.

It's your engagement.

I'm taking your photo.

That's enough.

How about a group photo?

Auntie?

Yes?

Group photo!

Yes, of course.

Auntie, stand in

between the two of them.

No!

Not between the couple.

Come on, everybody.

The entire Hawai Manzil family.

Oh, Faiz is crying.

Smile now.

Anyone else?

One... two... three.

One more!

Who is it?

Sorry!

You startled me.

Don't worry.

Going this way?

Yes, you carry on.

I'll come along.

Okay.

The fuse box is somewhere up here.

Let's take a look.

Harder! Harder!

Bastard, if you ditch me

I'll post this video on Facebook.

You won't be able to show

your face any where in Bhopal!

Darling, will the video show my face

or my package?

Delhi is far.

Really?

Let's start a porn business right here!

Tell me, are you coming for

the interview tomorrow?

Of course!

Baby Doll! First let me interview

every inch of your body.

Where is Leela?

Haven't seen her.

Keep playing.

It fits right into your purse.

Like magic.

Your husband got it

from the Middle East?

Who's that?

You can keep it.

I'm not interested.

But you...

Excuse me.

God! These saleswomen.

They just start off.

They're sly.

Who knows what all they do.

Stay away from them.

Kids!

If he even touches you

I'll chop his hands off!

Bloody slut!

Go on!

Get me married against my will.

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