Aurangzeb Page #3

Ajay!

Get a grip on your tongue and fists.

Sit at lnder's club

and learn the job.

Or else, go to hell.

Sit at the club and do what?

Look after the bouncers...

...or manage those girls who

charge ten thousand for a stag entry,

...thirty thousand for a dance...

...and one hundred

thousand to go to bed? Huh?

Those girls work for us.

Managing them is also part of our job.

I have no interest

in managing your sorts!

Apologise... apologise.

Apologise... apologise.

Don't exert yourself

too much in your old age.

Just like your chairs,

your bones are also delicate.

Apologise.

Why just an apology?

I can start calling

her 'mother' if you want.

By making her your business partner...

...your staff, politicians,

businessmen might respect her.

Not me.

Relax. Stress is not good for you.

Don't come out. I am diving in.

I'm not in the mood.

My head is messed up already,

so don't throw tantrums.

And if I do, will you hit me again?

Looks like you have

met your match outside.

Otherwise you just

keep abusing me here.

Hold on, hold on.

Take the robe off and then talk.

My ears are closed,

only my eyes are open.

Fine. Then keep your ears shut.

You like raising your hands on others?

Why?

Were you beaten up a lot as

a child by bullies in your school?

Or at home by uncle?

What weakness are you hiding

behind this anger... this violence?

You want a sample of it,

here or upstairs?

You try so hard to look like

a powerful king like your father,

by beating and abusing people.

But people are not

scared of your violence,

they are scared of

Yashwardhan Singh's name.

Did you get scared now? Did you?

If you're so fed up

then why don't you leave me?

Because I love you.

You're the vice that I can't quit.

Are you telling the truth?

What does it look like?

A lie.

Now?

Lie.

And now?

Lie.

- Never mind.

You enjoy the lies

more than the truth.

Car keys.

Wallet.

Ajay's mobile-phone.

This is the other phone.

Contact us through this.

Not from Ajay's phone.

And behave strangely for a few days.

Strangely?

Yes... lost... say you

were mugged on the highway.

Beaten up and mugged.

Vijay and I didn't bring

you out of there to send you back.

I know.

Even papa would have

not let me go back there.

And you're doing the same.

But if I don't go now...

...the stain of our murder...

...will always remain on papa's name.

Ajay.

Ajay!

What've you done?

Me... I...

You've been in some fight again?

Some guys beat me up and...

Did you kill someone? Speak up?

They hit me.

What?

Robbed me.

Ajay!

Ajay!

Who are you bastards?

Just tell me once.

Police. We are Police.

Do you know who I am?

You are you.

How could we disrespect the

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