Noor Page #8

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because God just

answered your prayers.

You have officially become famous.

You know, God only listens to you...

when He wants

to teach you a lesson.

And dude,

these trolls are after my life.

Some will troll you...

that's their job.

But listen,

you star-ted a conversation...

one that needs to be had.

And anyway, you never needed

anyone's approval for anything.

Well if there's one good thing

that's come from all this...

it's that Malti's accepted

my friend request.

You think she'll open the door to me now?

There's only one way to find out.

How are you, Mam?

I saw your video on Facebook.

Today is Vilas's birthday.

Today he would've turned 30.

Malti, no matter how

many times I apologise...

for what I did, it isn't enough.

And what you said the other day...

Never say it to anyone again.

Your life is just as valuable,

as mine.

Sorry...

No, Didi...

How's uncle?

He's fine.

And Bumpy?

She keeps scratching

me all day... when I'm working.

And uncle gets so

furious if I lift her up...

Sit down everyone.

And now, the journalist whose story...

created quite a

sensation on the internet.

Today, we have with

us in our studio... Noor Roy Chaudhary.

Good evening Noor,

and welcome to the show.

Good evening,

thank you for having me here.

Mumbai - You're Killing Me!

Technically speaking your story,

is actually about Vilas Tambe.

But this story had already broken.

That story...

That story was just pointing fingers

at the Kapadia family.

You know... sensationalist stuff.

Every ship has rats.

And I am sure there are some in

Kapadia Family's organization as well.

That's why they got caught up

in this scandal for no reason.

I agree that this story

triggered an investigation, but...

it had no weight.

It was very poorly researched.

And the real culprit, Dr. Dilip Shinde...

he came out of all

this without even a scratch.

He walked free.

And the victim,

Vilas Tambe... lost his life.

And I should know this...

because that was my story.

Are you suggesting that journalist

Ayaan Bannerjee plagiarised your story?

Apparently 'these things Happen'

in journalism.

But all I would say is that...

without solid facts, much research,

without understanding...

the impact on the subjects

when a weak story is released

we run the story anyway,

for the sake of TRPs and ratings.

Every story has a news cycle.

And as soon as this cycle

comes to an end, the story dies.

And that's what happened to this story.

As soon as Ayaan Bannerjee

broke this story on the internet...

you, me, and other journalists like us,

picked up this story.

There were pane I discussions,

hash-tags.

And somewhere in

the middle of all this...

Vilas Tambe was abducted

in a critical condition...

and dumped in that

garbage dump... to die.

No Vilas... No evidence... End of story!

Then I have to ask you this question.

If you met Ayaan Bannerjee today...

what would you say to him?

Actually no... let me rephrase that.

What would Ayaan Bannerjee say to you?

He would say...

It's Just a Story.

By the look of things,

this story isn't going to end any time soon.

Such a pleasure to have

you on my show, Noor.

We're eagerly awaiting

your next story.

That was so good.

Often those who appear strong...

are weak on the inside.

It was sad that

Ayaan had lost his humanity...

because of his life experiences.

It seemed that he couldn't feel for others.

Somewhere I felt pity for him.

After all,

he was fighting a battle as well.

With himself.

Does climbing the ladder

of success mean everything?

What's the point of success

If it separates us from our kin.

When you take them with you...

then it'll be much more fun.

Malti and all the people who fell prey

to Dr. Shinde's scam...

"they all dared to testify."

And as they say...

Truth never Loses.

I don't hate my life.

In fact, I love my life.

I love everything about it.

Except, my weight...

which is still same to same.

Bye, Mam .

Bye, Dad.

See you... Bye, good luck.

Uncle, would you like some tea?

Absolutely, I do.

Yeah...

You were great.

Thanks to you.

Off somewhere?

Yeah... I've an interview at CNBC.

For the job of senior correspondent.

And?

And I'm late!

Some things never change.

Noor, you proved

that not just the city...

but 'News' is changing as well.

And you're falling in

that old-age news trap again.

What happened to that Eagle?

And what is this?

You worked so hard to find yourself.

And then lost yourself again?

How do people wear these clothes every day?

I feel suffocated in this skin.

I've an offer for you.

What?

Come on.

Where?

Come on...

Now I am really going to be late.

Where are you taking me, Shekhar?

So? How is it?

Pukexzom...

It's pathetic.

This pathetic room is now all yours.

Huh'?

Your office... to be precise.

I've paid full year's rent...

You're the boss.

Hire anyone you like...

do the stories you've always wanted to.

Does Lavina know?

It was her idea.

You remind me of the person I once was.

Shekhar is still a...

Jerk... Joker.

I was going to say journalist,

but... Okay.

Mumbai isn't 'killing' you, Noor...

It's making you stronger.

How are you feeling?

Good.

Grateful.

And... what about men?

What About men?

You know, Noor... l was thinking...

Suppose... if a guy like me...

proposes to a girl like you...

then what would be her answer.

A 'guy' like you... proposes to a 'girl' like me...

Yeah

then what will I say?

Not you... someone like 'you'.

Let me think.

So what you're saying

is if a guy like you...

proposes to a girl like me,

then what will I...

I mean... what will she say?

What will She say?

I'll say we should

live together first...

Wait, are you saying this...

or the 'girl' like you?

To be clear.

Saad... you're being

extra-ordinarily annoying today.

Are you proposing to me?

Saad... are you proposing to me?

You're just hitting on me...

just want to get into my pants.

I am not hitting on you...

and your pants won't fit me.

Won't fit you! Won't fit you, huh!

But tell me... what would you have said?

Are we really going

back on this merry go-round.

Are you dizzy?

But it's okay..

Whenever girls are with me,

they do feel dizzy.

I would've said yes...

what?

Yes... l would've said yes, but...

it's not me, it's someone like me.

Yes, but you would've said yes.

Yes... but you're not asking.

That's true, but... would you?

Are you asking?

Me? Am I asking?

Not someone like me?

Saad... can we end this conversation

before one of us dies?

So you said yes...

Shut up, Saad!

Yeah...

Move your hips baby...

Move your hips baby...

From night till dawn, baby.

Move your hips baby...

Move your hips baby...

From night till dawn, baby.

Move your hips baby...

Move your hips baby...

From night till dawn, baby.

Move your hips baby...

Move your hips baby...

From night till dawn, baby.

When you shake those hips...

mmy hear-t star-ts to sway.

When I shake those hips...

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