Love Games

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Can..can you hear me?

Hello check.

Can you hear me?

Hello. Can you hear me?

ls everyone listening?

Okay, let me tell you

a story about these guys.

In big cities,

they live in penthouses.

They have farmhouses.

Fast cars, fast lives.

Open relationships, and secret wives.

But behind all these lives,

roses are red, violets are blue.

Sex can be messy,

but love can be true.

ls everyone listening?

"Roses are red, violets are blue."

"Sex can be messy,

but love can be true."

Mr. Raichand.

Oh, God!

What were you doing?

Where were you?

Sir, sir.. - Sir.

Who is he? - Om Raichand.

He lived in the penthouse upstairs.

The top floor.

That's where he fell from.

Did he fall or was he thrown?

Seems like he fell, sir.

But we cannot rule out suicide either.

He's a very rich man.

The guard said it happened at 3am.

He has no kids.

She has a wife, but... she

wasn't at home when this happened.

ls she here now?

She is.

You will receive all

the papers by 3 o'clock.

Okay, bye.

Yes.

I am senior inspector Ramakant Kamath.

This is Gupte. - Yes.

What do we say? We're here to listen.

"whatever your madam says."

Because we need her statement.

You can understand that

madam's very upset right now.

And..we can definitely

come down to the police station..

..and give our statement.

You can.

Sorry, madam. But what to do.

It's our job you see..

We remember our duty,

but not sympathy.

Dirty, insensitive people.

"Heaven. Heaven.."

"is what the hear-t screams out for."

"Hell. Hell.."

"is what the hear-t shows you."

"The hear-t is scared of shattering."

"But is breaking it apart in pieces.."

"O heart..what do

you want my tormentor.."

"What do you want O cruel heart."

"O heart..what do

you want my tormentor.."

"What do you want O cruel heart."

"The hear-t doesn't know."

"The hear-t doesn't know."

Through our police sources we've

found out that this is an accident.

"but this can also be suicide."

Last night at 3am,

the guard of his building.

..saw him fall from his at.

Ramona, what the hell, dude.

I just heard it over the new.

Are you okay? - Okay. Om and

I never had an amazing love story.

Who would know that better than you?

Marriage with Om

was like the five rings.

First the engagement ring.

Then the wedding ring.

Then suffering.

Then enduring.

And finally torturing.

But this quite sucks. It's very sad.

If you're feeling so sad,

then come to my farmhouse tonight.

I am need of sympathy.

"O heart..what do

you want my tormentor.."

"What do you want O cruel heart."

I missed your lips.

What?

Nothing. - Say. What?

When your husband

fell from the building.

..were you at home?

You mean to say I pushed Om to death.

I am not saying, just asking.

Isn't that a bit too stereotype.

Just because I didn't love Om,

and I love sex.

Means I am a murderer.

The police has officially declared

Om Raichand's death as an accident.

Ramona Raichand's lawyer.

last night showed the building's

CCTV footages to the police..

and it proves that

when Om Raichand fell..

- It's paid news.

- Ramona Raichand wasn't at home.

You can clearly see that.

"at 11:
15 pm, Ramona Raichand

steps out of her building."

And returns at 3:05am.

"ls this my tear. Or my love?"

"Why is my hear-t

pouring out of my eyes?"

"Am I losing myself,

or have I found myself."

"Why is the hear-t

reminiscing old memories?"

"Fears to be vast like the ocean."

"But is breaking it apart in pieces.."

"O heart."

Amazing Pam/-

"O heart."

Have you seen better eyes?

Have you seen better eyes?

Have you seen better eyes?

"O heart..what do

you want my tormentor.."

"What do you want O cruel heart."

"The hear-t doesn't know."

"The hear-t doesn't know."

"The hear-t doesn't know."

"Let me live."

"Let it be, O heart."

"Let it be.."

"Let me live, O heart."

You cut yourself again.

No, I fell down.

I am your psychiatrist,

at least don't lie to me.

This thing that you do to yourself,

.Self-Harm.

Do you know how dangerous this is?

If you ever cut an artery,

you will die.

You'll bleed yourself to death.

You know your father

is so worried about you.

Why do you do it?

I don't know, I just do it.

I know you do it, but why?

Because I can't feel anything.

Meaning?

The fear of cutting myself

makes me feel alive for a while.

After that 'Back to Walking Dead'.

'Zombie Returns.'

Try and explain this more to me.

Have you ever solved a jigsaw puzzle?

The big ones..with 2000 pieces?

They make it out of

very beautiful pictures.

Landscapes, sunsets, etcetera.

But you know what,

when all the pieces are in place.

..and only one piece is missing.

The whole picture seems incomplete.

Even though the 1999

pieces are in their place.

"but we keep looking

at the empty space."

And my life's just like that.

I mean. I've everything, but there's

just one thing that's missing.

..and I don't know what it is.

And I try my best to fill that void,

but it stays empty.

Love?

What about love?

What about love?

Have you ever thought that

maybe love is that missing piece?

Love is just an excuse

to fulfill one's lust.

Every day. All around me... l

see love-stories meeting a tragic end.

So thank you so much,

but no love for me.

I know you don't want

to talk about it, but.

..we know this is because

of your childhood, right.

You also know that your

mother was in love with..

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