Lipstick Under My Burkha Page #5

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That's final.

I'm your Baby Doll after all.

You are just a doll, baby!

I can't do this anymore, Leela.

What can't you do?

Arshad, let's at least have sex.

Sex? Is that all you ever want?

If you want sex so bad

I'll call the boys in.

Don't touch me!

Get your hands off.

Get out of here!

I'm done with you.

Get out.

F*** off!

Rosy's hair was dishevelled.

She didn't have the guts

to look into the mirror.

In the mirror she would see

the graveyard of her desires.

But amidst the thousand graves

of buried desire, one dream was alive.

A dream, Rosy had not given up on.

Rosy picked up the shovel

and set off into the graveyard

in search of that dream.

Hello!

Yes?

I'm from Magic Products.

Some Diwali offers...

But I have guests over.

Another day perhaps?

Your guests will enjoy the demo.

Just five minutes.

I've got something that will

leave you stunned.

Magic Lollipop Exerciser!

It's Japanese.

Suck on it harder.

Have you seen the cheeks

of Japanese women?

Not a wrinkle at the age of 50!

Use this and you'll have

the smile of a geisha.

Suck a little longer.

Great practice for keeping

your boyfriend happy.

Here, try mine.

But, this was in your mouth!

Of course, you can't put

what's mine into your mouth.

Shirin Aslam, wife of Rahim Aslam.

At last, the night Rosy had been

desperately waiting for!

It was the Carnival of dreams.

The street was dressed like a bride.

At the window,

lay the bouquet of red roses!

There was a note too.

"Tonight I'm coming

to kiss your inner jewels.

Your Prince Charming."

Rosy's insides now

erupted into a volcano.

As though the burning desire

of women through the ages

was all embodied in

Rosy's body.

Tonight was going to be

a night of reckoning.

Rosy was sure all her dreams

would come true tonight.

Auntie, I've never seen you

in a rose sari.

You look very pretty.

Did you speak to your husband?

Passion, you took my life

Without asking

Passion, I gave you my life

Without knowing

[Are you with Dhruv

at the Carnival?]

Where on earth is this Hawai Manzil?

Aren't you from Bhopal Arts College?

- Yes.

Do you know Rehana Abidi?

Red lipstick on my lips

The black net can't veil my desire

Enough pictures.

One more.

So we can see the rose.

Here, click the rose.

I was drunk on passion

T'was a romantic night

Just like in the story

Auntie, we want a photo too!

Not now.

- Yes, now.

Coach-sir!

Hi!

Come join us.

Sure.

Hello, Usha-ji.

Happy Diwali!

Shift in please.

A little more.

You are looking good.

And our new Sales Trainer is

Shirin Aslam!

In the carnival of dreams

I borrow a smile

In the market of happiness

I shop for dreams

Congratulations!

Thank you!

- Get a family photo this Diwali!

Bangles?

Let's get a photo.

You were at our engagement?

Recognise him?

I don't know.

All photographers look

the same to me.

She's kidding.

50 Rupees.

- Sure.

Careful.

Show some intimacy.

Hurry up.

Strike a romantic pose.

Well... okay.

Anything goes.

Ready?

Passion, you took my life

Without asking

Passion, I gave you my life

Without knowing

I was hoping you'd make it

so we could talk...

Pardon?

How's the coffee?

Good.

Get an icicle for the coach also.

- Which flavour?

Rose.

It's knotted.

Should we wait till

the wedding night?

Why?

For our first time,

we'll play some music

under the moonlight.

Not on the sly.

They say the first time is special.

You remember it for life.

Why do I have to steal

My moments of desire?

Why is the game of passion so unfair?

It's like we've left all our

problems down below.

I want to stay here forever.

Passion, you took my life

Without asking

Passion, I gave you my life

Without knowing

Your wife is extremely talented.

She'll definitely rise

in the company.

Thank you.

How dare you, bastard!

A**hole!

Stay within your limits.

Cheapskate!

Rehana Abidi, the thief!

Remember?

Look, what we have here!

Right to jeans, right to live?

Who are you?

Serves you right, Dhruv Bose!

You left me for this b*tch.

This bloody fake!

Now you know how I got pregnant.

Boys, have you seen the coach?

He's left.

He left?

Show me those.

Some ice cream for you?

Sure.

What're you doing?

Have you lost your mind?

I'm burning with jealousy.

Let me go, Arshad.

- Please listen to me, Baby Doll!

What?

Have you cancelled the tickets?

Tell me.

No.

The train is tomorrow morning?

Yes or no?

Yes.

- What time?

Eleven.

I'll see you at the station by 10:30.

Promise!

You are lying.

- I swear, Baby Doll.

We'll have a blast in Delhi.

We'll roam free

in the mountains.

Let's go!

You're a thief, Rehana.

An honest shopkeeper's daughter,

steals from others' shops.

Didn't we instill the right values?

You are disowning our

identity and heritage.

Embarrassed by the very burkha

that earns us our daily bread?

You're ashamed of wearing a burkha!

I'm ashamed you

are my daughter.

- Start looking for a groom for her.

- Yes.

- No need to study further.

- Stay at home and work at the shop.

I left it in the car?

Glad you found it.

You forgot to delete the video clip.

Wasn't it the night

of our engagement?

Why did you go

through my phone?

You're the one

who's cheated on me.

I've been trying to

talk to you for a while.

You've become very gutsy.

Taking a job,

without my permission.

If I earn, it'll help

pay the bills.

You want to roam

the streets as a salesgirl?

And why did you

go to her house?

To embarrass me?

If we talked to each other

I would never have gone.

Raising your voice!

Just because you've earned

a few cents?

To talk to you,

I have to meet your mistress!

Shameless!

You're the one who's shameless.

Seeing another woman...

no job, no salary.

You don't care about your family.

Now talk!

You're a woman.

Don't try to wear the pants.

Turn down the job offer

and sit home quietly.

What is it?

What's the problem?

The kids are sleeping.

What has happened?

Will someone tell me what's going on?

What do you think you're doing?

- I'll tell you.

Stop! That's mine.

Stop it! Let go of my things.

Get out of my way.

- Don't you touch anything!

What's all this?

Give it to me.

- Come outside!

Behave yourself...

What's all this?

You should be ashamed

of yourself, auntie!

So much for her piety!

Auntie, you've sullied

the family name.

Shame on you!

Look at this.

Lewd books,

indecent clothes.

Such obscenity at this age!

A 55-year old widow!

Making dirty phone calls

to a young boy.

Disgusting!

- The old woman has no shame.

We look up to her as a mother.

And see what she's been doing.

Getting horny at this age!

Shameful!

What will you teach our kids?

What did auntie do?

- Nothing.

Get out of here!

Go live on the road.

Take these with you.

You were never Rosy.

Have you looked in the mirror?

All my things!

Auntie.

Let me.

Dreams.

Race Driver... Dreams.

Love or Lust... Dreams.

Love Me Baby... Dreams.

Now or Never... Dreams

Lipstick Dreams.

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