Shubh Mangal Savdhan Page #10

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I just need to talk to her, and

I'll explain her everything.

Honestly... - I can understand your pain.

But, I hope it's not one of

those 'acid-attack' cases.

It's true love, sir.

That's good.

But, if she says no...

you must come back the way you're going.

And, if she loves you too...

then you must convince her at any cost.

Now go. - Thank you.

Let him through.

Aunty, please step aside.

Move-move...

Open it up.

Sugandha.

Sugu. - Mudit!

Sugu! - Mudit!

He jumped...

What are you doing?

Mudit. Mudit. Are you crazy? - Sugu.

What are you doing?

Stop this thing.

Hey there.

That's the image of

today's common Indian man

Educated... Decent guy...

Pull...

Lift me up. - No!

This is normally how we see this creature.

Dangling between two realities!

I will fall down.

You should fall down. You

should definitely fall down.

After this stupidity, you should fall down.

No gents, no gents problem.

Fall down I say.

Even this man is under the pressure of the

patriarchal society, like any other being.

Why did you jump?

I want to talk to you.

- So? I was coming down.

As a brother, husband, or just

another guy, he's lost in anonymity.

I am not wrong this time, Sugu.

If I was wrong, I wouldn't have jumped.

He needs a support, a strong arm...

which can pull him

in the right direction.

I just need two minutes.

Please.

Leaving him dangling like that...

will be the biggest

tragedy of our society.

Lift me up.

The sweat's making my hands slippery...

I will fall down.

Sugu... - Give me your hands.

In this battle for better-half...

two halves will have

to make one complete.

He's saved.

He's saved.

Sugu... sorry...

Stay back.

I said stay back.

How many times will I have to plead?

I was going to die apologising.

Come on...

'We ran... fought with our family.'

'We didn't have a bike... or a bag.'

'But we did have that promise

of everlasting love.

'I am sure our fathers abused

and cussed us in their minds.'

'And, our mothers didn't slip

into depression either.'

'No one remembered how we got married?'

'Actually, if you have

the right partner...'

'...then, it doesn't matter if you

have a grand wedding or not.'

'Well, this story finally came to an end.'

'But, the climax you all

are waiting for...'

'That didn't happen on

our wedding night...'

'...nor on our honeymoon in Goa.'

'And nor after we came back.'

'Office, home, vegetables,

relatives... TV.'

'Wet underwear up... dry underwear down.'

'We even went to see a doctor.'

It's not as hard as you think Mrs. Sharma.

You can ask anything if you want.

What was I saying to you?

And then, one day...

Glory to Lord...

Give it.

Pass it on to everyone, dear.

Me too, dear.

Give it to your father as well.

Here you go.

Sugu.

Sugu. - What?

Come.

Go to the kitchen.

I'll be right back, mom.

Okay.

Speak up.

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