Ishq Click

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DDR:

What's wrong with this city?

Somewhere there are

ashes and somewhere smoke.

Why doesn't someone say something?

Why do we tolerate smoking quietly?

Now it's the limit of endurance.

Put out cigarette

wherever you see it lit.

Smoking at public

places is prohibited.

Violation will lead to penalty.

Don't smoke. Or let others smoke.

You will have to pay

a heavy price for smoking.

Who doesn't want to be happy?

But at what price?

You will have to pay

a heavy price for smoking.

Smoking is injurious for you.

And for your dear ones.

You will have to pay

a heavy price for smoking.

'This sound of the siren...'

'is feeling heavy on this heart beat.'

'I, Sophia Tayar.'

'Adi, won't you click my photo today?'

'My life's first picture you clicked.'

'And today...'

'you have the right

to take the last one, too.'

'From my book of life...'

'this is the most beautiful

and happiest page.'

'These mountains are

the witness of the moments...'

'when I used to weave

my dreams within my eyes.'

'And always had my eyes covered

in that blanket of dreams.'

'On every branch of my heart...'

'birds of hope lived happily.'

"My dreams have challenged my life"

"Life has taken on the challenge"

"Sparkling magic bestirred

and my joy got new wings"

"My joy has got too many wings"

"I have no regrets"

"It's just leisure time, my dear"

"Softly and very sweetly"

"Sings my soul"

"Softly and very sweetly"

"Sings my soul"

"I can hear the footsteps

of my lover"

"I can hear my lover

calling out to me"

"My love tries to

seek me everywhere"

"I can hear the footsteps

of my lover"

"I can hear my lover

calling out to me"

"My love tries to

seek me everywhere"

"Clinking and tinkling

I can hear anklets singing"

"I hear anklets singing"

"Softly and very sweetly"

"Sings my soul"

By the grace of God...

today is our little angel's birthday.

Happy birthday, Sophia.

Many, many happy returns

of the day, Sophia.

Thank you so much, Father.

- God bless you.

- Thank you.

Thanks a lot.

But Father,

how do you know her date of birth?

20 years ago, on this day...

an unfortunate person left

her near the gate of the church.

He didn't know that he isn't

actually making her an orphan...

he is actually giving

her to the Father of the world.

May God give her

everything she deserves.

Many, many happy returns of the day.

Thanks.

But... do we know each other?

Why?

Don't you take wishes from strangers?

- Umm...

- Anyways...

Small gift for the...

God gifted beauty.

Thanks.

I do take wishes from strangers...

but not gifts.

Strangers are those people whom you

don't allow to enter into your life.

I think,

if we remove 'un' from unknown...

then everything is known.

Anyways... we have met before.

Have we?

Mmm-hmm.

Never.

Umm... when?

Open it.

Go on.

Now you tell me...

is this possible if we didn't meet?

Never steal a gift...

you could have asked for it.

If I had asked,

beauty wouldn't be beauty.

You would become conscious.

The beauty who is

unaware of the beauty...

is the most beautiful.

Hmm.

You're skilled at photography

and conversations as well.

Well, thanks.

But I'm not exaggerating...

it's called adding colors

to plain conversation.

There's a difference between

chasing someone and getting attracted.

Isn't it?

What?

Oh my God!

Your face is like the answer

to all the questions and to top it...

the sequence of your questions.

Tell me the truth.

You didn't like the book or...

you don't know how to say thanks?

I did say thanks.

Oh! Oh, really?

I thought that you

were giving me a warning.

If I say it,

will you stop chasing me?

You're heartless!

Okay, I'll stop.

But...

before leaving,

I want a treat from you.

What?

Ma'am, you know that

it's the generation of offers.

You know that there no

free lunches in this world.

Okay.

I will... let you know.

A Mumbaikar in Darjeeling?

I like it.

Though I know that

there's nothing in a name...

but a person might've

given you a name, right?

Hello?

Who gave you this? Who gave you?

Treat?

Without the treat...

I won't leave you.

Hi.

How are you?

Treat?

Okay.

I know that the spelling is wrong...

but my feelings are right.

One small treat.

Please?

My treat?

At least tell me something.

I just asked you

out for a small treat.

Don't shoot me.

So sweet.

I can take the picture of your name.

And by the way...

you can call me Aditya Vardhan.

And I'm sure that after some time

you will ask me my pet name.

I will tell you now.

You can call me Adi.

So, Mr. Adi...

tomorrow, 5 o' clock,

Hillside Restaurant.

I will give you a treat.

But promise me,

after that you will not follow me.

Promise?

Tomorrow evening at five.

I'll see you there.

Umm... umm... Sophia!

Mr. Adi, this is a

treat and a return gift.

Thank you. For this treat.

Waiter.

One strong coffee with

butter toast, please.

Alright, sir.

- And madam?

- That's it?

Other something else, too.

It's not a small treat.

Being with you is also a treat.

You started with it again.

Umm... same for me.

- Okay. Thank you.

- Thanks.

I'm sorry but I am

like this by default.

What do you do?

You can call me jobless.

I don't do much.

But for me my work is my passion,

my love and my life.

I am a professional

fashion photographer.

Wow. Not bad.

And what do you do?

- Me?

- Yes.

I dream with my eyes open.

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