Prem Deewane Page #6

Either you can make me happy,

or your father.

Don't worry about my happiness...

...marry a girl of your status

for your father's happiness.

Shivangi!

- We are poor Ashutosh.

Our respect, our honour

is our earning.

Where my father is not respected...

...where I have been insulted

because I am poor...

...where someone pointed

a finger at my image...

...I cannot become the

daughter-in-law of that family!

Your father wants that.

You told me your decision.

Now hear my decision too.

If Shivangi cannot become

your daughter-in-law...

...then so be it, but she

will become my wife.

Bravo, very nice.

For the past 25 years, the father

that took care of you...

...he is nothing.

And the girl you have known

only for 25 months...

...she has become your life.

Can you tell your father...

...what is the quality in that girl?

The quality of that girl is that...

...she is ready to sacrifice

her happiness...

...for the happiness of my parents.

But you! For your stubbornness,

your arrogance...

...for your pride are ready to

sacrifice your son's happiness.

That's the difference between

the both of you.

Which you can never understand.

Because you view everyone through

the sight of wealth...

...but when you don't have any

value for relationships...

...then how can you claim to

be my father! - Ashutosh!

What happened?

A father is learning to

be a father from his son.

Ashutosh, what am I hearing.

In such a big house, there

is a place for the son...

...but not his happiness.

What is all this, will

someone tell me?

You tell me, what is the matter?

He wants me to accept the

daughter of my servant...

...as my daughter-in-law!

He is hoping that I will

accept the dirt...

...that comes in with

his expensive shoes.

To turn this ancestral

house into a brothel!

Stop! If I start abusing

you then what respect...

...will you be left with,

Mr. Arjun Singh.

How dare you!

How dare you, you talk

to me like that?

Stop, you are raising your

hand on your young son!

What else can you do,

you want to hit me...

...then come on hit me,

hit me, hit me.

Keep quiet, keep quiet both of you.

Get out, get out of my house.

Go away, and never show

your face again!

I only need your blessing

for my marriage mother...

...come with me!

- She will not go!

She is not your property,

she is my mother!

She is my wife!

For God sake keep quiet.

I want that... - You will want

what your husband wishes!

Okay mother, I will not

put you in a dilemma.

Your husband has the

first right on you.

But I will miss you mother.

I love you.

Stop him, for God sake, stop him.

Let him go.

- You are under my oath, stop him.

It is his decision, who

are we to stop him!

Ashutosh!

Stop! Stop! There is still time,

it is a question...

...of two words, just say stop son.

It is not just the question

of two words Suman...

...it is the question of

the earth and the sky...

...that can never meet.

Ashutosh! Ashutosh! Son!

Suman!

Mother!

Mother.

Mr. Singh, she is still

not out of danger.

It is quite late Mr. Prabhakar,

how long will we have to wait?

Give this letter to Shivangi,

she will understand everything.

Yes.

Dear, the young master

has given this letter.

'Shivangi, after thinking

it through I have decided...

...that just for you, I cannot

leave my parents...

...my wealth, respect and fame.'

'lt is true that I was

blinded by your love...

...but now I can see clearly again.'

'I advice you Shivangi, that

you find a nice boy...

...according to your status

and settle down. Ashutosh.'

Did you read the letter Shivangi?

You were right Shivangi.

Ashutosh didn't ask me anything...

...he didn't ask me anything.

He took this decision himself,

that he will not marry you.

Not every father uses his child...

...for his own selfish means.

There are some fathers,

whose love is true.

And whose children

choose their love.

I am very happy with my son.

Now you see, how celibately

I will get my son married...

...to someone of my own status.

But what will happen

to you now Shivangi?

If the girl dawns the marriage

dress and doesn't get married...

...then that dress becomes

the shroud for her.

The henna seems like someone has...

...put hot iron on it.

You should die after being defamed

like this, Shivangi.

But if you still want to live

this life of insult...

...then go, go to some

other city and search...

...for another rich man's

son and entrap him.

Arjun Singh!

If you say another word

about my daughter...

...then I will not spare you.

Go! Go!

Go and tell your son,

that he is dead for us!

Go and tell him, we

have forgotten him!

No! I will not forget him!

I will never forget him!

I will always remember

Ashutosh's insult!

So that it keeps reminding me.

The injury becomes incurable!

And my hatred never dies! Never!

We will surely kidnap Ashutosh,

yes Mannu.

We will surely kidnap Ashutosh

and take him to Lonavala.

Love you Mannu.

We have only one day.

Mannu, we have only one day.

If we don't take him to Lonavala...

...then do you know what will happen?

What will happen?

We will not get the money.

We will not become rich.

We will not get married.

Marriage, Lonavala, Ashutosh.

Good morning Ashutosh.

- Good morning.

This morning is not that good,

I am getting bored...

...let us go to Lonavala for picnic.

Lonavala!

- Yes Lonavala.

Are you serious?

- Yes, of course.

What is there to joke in this?

That means we will really

go to Lonavala?

I don't know how we go

to Lonavala other way.

Come on, let us go right now.

We will pack our bags

right now, come on.

Come on, come on.

You fool, go inside and

see what they are doing.

Have you finished packing?

Radha, is it right what we are

doing? - What do you mean?

I mean Ashutosh is such a nice man.

Uncle Natwar is so nice too,

he is helping us so much.

And once we get the money,

then Ashutosh...

...will come back home.

Everyone happy.

Everything is fair in love and war.

Come on, come on.

Have you kept your luggage?

- Yes, yes long back. - Good.

Where are you going for the picnic?

- Lonavala!

There is no need to scream.

Mother, seems like they like

Lonavala a lot, isn't it?

Yes.

- Yes.

Come on, come on. I love you mom.

- Bye. - Bye.

Lonavala.

Romeo, Majnu, Rajna, you have

defeated all of them.

Quiet.

Shameless, I am getting

disturbed out here.

Go and sit with your Juliet,

Heer, Laila etcetera.

You are great friend.

Come on, come on.

Hi.

Long live romance.

Yes, this is Arjun Singh speaking.

Don't speak, just listen.

We have kidnapped

your son Ashutosh...

...he is in our captive.

- What?

Who is speaking? Who is this?

Didn't you recognise me uncle?

It's me Manohar, Radha

is along with me too.

We want money uncle, 1 crore rupees.

Or else we will kill Ashutosh!

If you have understood, then

quickly arrange for the money...

...I will call again.

And yes, give my greetings to aunt.

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