Lipstick Under My Burkha Page #2
- Year:
- 2016
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Go on!
Shameless wretch!
Even if gifted a diamond
you'll still choose the piece of coal.
Hold this, a**hole!
Have you ever noticed?
What?
When the lights go off, our eyes
just adjust to the darkness.
You're right.
We get used to the dark...
Auntie!
You've met my brother.
Brother, this is 'Auntie'.
Our neighbourhood celebrity!
My brother... poor thing,
lost his wife at 56!
He has his entire life ahead of him.
So I'm looking for a
brand new sister-in-law!
If you know a nice girl
let me know.
Even if she's 35-40!
Say thanks to 'Auntie'.
Thank you... 'Auntie'.
O dancing heart
O dancing heart
O dancing heart
O naughty heart
O dancing heart
O naughty heart
The love of groom and bride
Blossoms with desire so sweet
O yes, she wants him
And, she'll have him
Desire drives her
She's shy no more
O she's bitten
Yes, she's smitten
Her precious flower
Stolen by her beloved
Her wild tresses across the pillow
The rhythmic dance of love
Their breaths moist
With the sweet perfume of union
His soft caresses
Covered her with dew drops
O dancing heart
O naughty heart
These crazy tales of love
These charming romances
Hearts full of naughty desire
The love of groom and bride
Blossoms with desire so sweet
Now don't play games
Or I'll suffer
I'm faint with yearning
Cure me with your love
Just a little
Potion of pleasure
Love me again
I'm faint with yearning
Cure me with your love
Rehana! Have you no shame?
Such obscenity! Go to your room.
Move the camera,
mister or I'll slap you.
Will dancing get you good grades?
Your father has worked hard
to put you into college.
Not so you can shame us!
Concentrate on your studies.
Shameless girl!
The rent is due.
The salary transfer from Saudi...
Oh, come on!
Don't interfere in money matters.
It's complicated.
I've started work with
Bemisaal Builders.
It's burning!
- Really?
Didn't burn before.
It's started only after I got back?
In the dark of the night
the street was silent.
Rosy, in her flimsy nightie,
lay down by the window
In Prince Charming's arms
Rosy was flying amidst the stars.
Inside the airplane he's kissing
Rosy's body with his wet lips.
Rosy touched herself as she fantasized
about Prince Charming.
And she used the pillow to stifle
her own screams.
Jeans we will wear! Yes we will!
Jeans are my right!
My right!
Stop us if you can!
We'll fight till our last breath!
Last breath!
- A message for our video blog?
I'm just a freshman.
- New rule. No jeans for girls.
Any comment?
There's no end to rules in a girl's life.
Don't sing, don't dance
you'll shame us.
Don't walk like that,
people will stare.
Keep your eyes down,
what will people say?
Don't breathe, you're heaving chest
will attract attention!
Don't wear lipstick,
you'll have an affair!
Don't wear jeans,
you'll create a scandal!
I want to ask the authorities,
what exactly will happen?
Why does our freedom scare you so?
Don't we have the right to live freely?
We want our right!
Our right to jeans! Our right to live!
Right to jeans! Right to live!
It was the first shower of the monsoon.
The raindrops of youth beckoned Rosy.
A fierce storm was
raging inside Rosy
Far stronger than the
storm outside.
Rosy was totally wet
with the flood of desire.
Her white shirt was now transparent.
Rosy's body was drenched.
She was drowning in a whirlpool of lust.
The binoculars slipped from her hand.
In the window outside,
the new tenant was taking a shower.
Totally naked!
Auntie!
Oh my God!
Duggu! Guddu!
Guddu, look at your brother!
Somebody! Anybody!
Help him!
I'm coming!
See, auntie? I can swim now!
What? You think that's funny!
That's enough! Show's over!
Back to the pool.
Guddu and Duggu,
get going.
She's fine.
What!
Want me to lose my job?
Why the hell did you get into
the pool if you can't swim?
How rude!
If the child had drowned...
Can't swim and trying to be a lifeguard!
I'm going to lodge a complaint.
Go ahead.
But first tell me your name.
Auntie!
Whose 'auntie'? Not mine!
What name should I put down?
Usha.
Usha Parmar.
Once you learn how to swim
you can dive all you want.
And don't come in a sari.
Usha-ji.
It's called a condom.
Right?
I know, doctor.
Then why don't you use them?
Your husband comes to India
And you've had three kids
and three abortions!
And after every night of sex,
you take the pill.
If this continues, you'll need surgery.
What about a diaphragm?
Diaphragm? Impossible!
Your uterus is already infected.
This is the only option.
He gets carried away
in the heat of the moment.
Send your passionate husband to me.
I'll deal with him.
'Cap'! Which brand?
Mother, I want a cap too.
Me, too.
It's sunny on the cricket field.
Any good brand will do.
Mother, I want that chocolate.
I want that chocolate too.
Chocolate.
Chocolate?
Or the new flavour... strawberry?
You won't believe
Mr. Mathur loved my Brazilian wax!
He was so happy.
When in Delhi,
he took me to Maya Spa everyday.
If you ever go to Delhi,
you must check it out.
I'm going soon.
You're going to Delhi? When?
Leela.
- Yes!
Open the door.
What is it?
Your fianc is here.
Here?
Hi!
Hi!
Tea?
Here.
You take it.
It's my first time inside
a ladies parlour.
You men never need to.
Just keep growing the jungles!
Joke!
You're funny.
For you.
I wanted to give it to you
at the engagement
but I never got a chance.
My first...
First girlfriend?
Sorry. My mistake.
You are my fianc.
This is also for you.
Shall we activate the phone?
Not now.
You don't like the model?
It's okay...
- We can exchange it at the store.
Not now!
Lots of appointments today.
Sorry... I should have called and come.
Sir, people in Delhi
have a lot of money.
That's the Qutab Minar!
The Delhi wedding market
is huge
as seen in the film 'Band Baaja Baraat'.
Big stars.
Very good film!
Sorry.
Got a little late.
Did you like the photos?
We'll make the honeymoon
memorable for the couple.
You can count on us!
They'll feel like they're
in a Bollywood film.
That's for sure.
From these photos, it seems the
two of you are on honeymoon.
Sample photos!
Are the two of you in a relationship?
Yes, we're engaged!
- No, sir!
Damn it! This piece of junk is
just like your business plan.
A complete flop!
Shut up!
Couldn't you lie and say we're engaged?
Why should I lie?
This is all your fault!
My fault?
You're getting on my nerves.
Am I?
Getting on your nerves?
Go throw these tantrums
with your Mr. Moneybags!
Not with me.
If it's money I wanted, I wouldn't be
wasting my time with you, f***er.
Wasting your time?
That's what you're doing with me?
That's not what I meant.
I know exactly what you meant!
That's not...
Now you watch!
Arshad, if you walk away right now
you'll never see me again!
Go to hell! Bloody gold digger.
Rosy stared wistfully
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