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Why are you smiling?

He says he has bought the house.

You have to go to Mumbai on 24th June.

He'll pick you up at Dadar station.

Really?

Aunt! I'm leaving! I'm leaving!

Father! I'm leaving!

Snacks?

Over here. Come on.

Take care.

If someone gives you anything

to eat, don't take it.

Take care of the suitcase. Okay.

As soon as you get there inform

us that you've reached safely.

And don't forget us.

Come back from time to time.

Why are you crying?

Don't worry about us.

I am here.

Send a message when you

reach, Kamla. Okay?

And do come.

And be careful.

You won't forget me, will you?

Congratulations, Mr. Sukhdev!

Your novel has been published.

Here's your cheque.

The characters in the novel

are very interesting.

Are they from real life?

Some are a product of my imagination.

But most of them are real.

And the protagonist,

the letter writer?

I am Mahadev.

Wonderful! Great!

Do you still write letters?

- Very rarely and with utmost care.

Without involving my feelings.

Mr. Chaturvedi, you can

write anything in a novel.

But while writing someone else's letter...

...you have to have control

over your feelings and emotions...

...as it causes a great deal of trouble.

And what right do we have

to mess with someone's life?

That's why I have decided

I will just write novels.

Make enough money to lead a decent life.

I also have to get back

the land I had mortgaged.

Munnibai died.

But Ramkumar and Shobha

must be very happy...

...with a family of their own, right?

No.

The truth is... Ramkumar

and Shobha were hanged.

It was an honour killing by

their own community.

Really?

Munnibai is alive.

Currently she is a legislator and

has taken the assembly by storm.

Amazing!

When did Kamla find

out Mahadev had...

...I mean you had given

the money to Bansi?

When they came to the village

a year later to celebrate Diwali.

Hey mister!

Kamla, he's the man

who gave me the money.

This is Mr. Chaturvedi.

And this is the same Bindya.

Now my wife.

How did this happen?

Only Bindya can tell you this story.

Preparations were made for the wedding.

What's this nonsense?

I won't marry a dog.

Rubbish!

Your stars are bad.

When Lord Ganesh's stars

were bad, his head got...

...separated to be replaced

by an elephant's.

If the same happens to you,

do we attach a horse's head?

Mother, that Budhwar and

Nandu are also ill-starred.

Why don't they get married to some b*tch?

I won't go through with this!

In our society only women

are ill-starred. Be quiet!

Don't fight during the wedding.

Start the ritual.

Bring the groom.

How can you do this!

Here comes the dog!

- Don't talk too much.

- Welcome, bridegroom!

Apply the vermillion.

I'll apply vermillion on your behalf.

Here! What are you doing?

Hey! Stop!

Stop dear! Hey Bindiya!

Help me!

Hey! What's the matter?

She is marrying me to this dog!

Aunt, why are you forcing

her to get married?

Stop this or I'll lodge

a complaint with the police.

You know everything and

yet you are being a hurdle.

She is ill-starred!

She will remain a spinster.

You are no help at all.

If that is so then I will marry her.

Why delay? The wedding

preparations are done.

One minute. One minute!

- Do you accept me?

I won't marry a stranger.

- Why?

You are marrying me out of pity.

That is not so.

Will you marry me

without knowing me?

Is this how marriages happen?

Am I a cow that can be

sold to anyone?

No.

First prove that you are

worthy of being my husband.

If you win my confidence,

I will marry you.

Is my life, not a life.

She uses this one liner all the time!

Hey! What are you doing?

Wiping my nose.

Then how did you prove it?

I had to write 40 letters.

Each letter was 10 pages long.

That would be 400 pages.

One more book can be published

'Letters to Bindiya.'

Can you show me one of the letters?

No, those are very private letters.

And some things should be left private.

One last question.

Has anything inauspicious

occurred after your marriage?

Inauspicious? In fact,

I made progress.

The vegetable shop expanded.

I got a better house and...

...my ambition to become

a writer was fulfilled.

From letter writer Mahadev

I became novel writer Sukhdev.

There's nothing auspicious

or inauspicious in life.

If you like someone in life...

Why do you have to throw

dialogue after dialogue.

Is my life not a life?

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