Ghayal Once Again Page #2

What is it?

From the telecom ministq/'s sewer

they got tomorrow's bid's document.

We got the tender, Kaka Sahib.

Anything that belongs to

the government, belongs to you.

Why did you need to hack into it?

This is Kabir's first

independent project.

And as you know,

if wants something, he gets it.

Right here, right now.

- Hey bro, what's up!

Good to see you.

- Join the party.

I've been working on this

music for the past few days.

Hello, beautiful.

- Hey.

Whoa!

Hey, yo!

'Phoolchand Mehra, the second.'

'If we have a son,

we will name him Phoolchand Mehra.'

It was my grandfather's name.

I don't like it.

But I love it.

Why?

No way.

How about.

Tu karam Gan pat Rao.

No way.

No.

Ajay Mehra's son will

be called Phoolchand Mehra.

I had promised my dad.

'Varsha is dead!'

'Her son is also dead!'

'They died because of you.'

'I wanted to talk about

something important.'

'Are you listening Ajay.'

'I am worried.'

'Balwant Rai.'

'Is anybody listening?'

'They killed my brother.'

'Is anyone listening?'

Ajay, the medicine is

right in front of you and you...!

Take it.

Stop playing with your memories, Ajay.

These moments that you tq/

to recall with your dear ones..

Just stop it!

The nightmares that come with them

will take you somewhere from where..

...no neurologist will be able

to bring you back, let alone me.

You know that your life

isn't just yours anymore, right?

You killed her, right? Confess it.

You raped her. Confess it.

You did it, right? Tell me.

I killed her.

I killed her.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Ajay, he is Inspector Pawar.

Sir, this is the letter.

You have to do it tomorrow.

I've already committed.

Tw to understand.

Mr. Mehra, Mr. Rajguru

is waiting for you.

Please come.

Come in, sir.

Mr. Mehra..

Hi.

What brings you here?

Lokesh, all clear?

- All clear, sir.

Have a nice day.

You too, sir.

Akshay, clear?

Yup, all clear.

Wait. Let the car pass.

Can't you see?

Let's go. Let's go.

Ajay Mehra, you bastard!

You bastard!

Who the hell do you think you are?

You want to mess with me?

With Aditya Rajguru?

You will mess with the Daily Herald?

After a few exposs,

you think you are someone great?

You think you are a media mogul?

These RTA activists,

retired police officers.

You think you can challenge

me with the help of these clowns?

You wanna mess with me! You...

Your mother is a woman.

Your wife is a woman.

A daughten.

A sisten.

Do you recognize her?

Read it.

'Papa, I thought...'

'...l'll come to Mumbai,

get ajob and support you.'

I'll become ajournalist and be the

voice of all the girls in this countw.

But my boss Aditya Rajguru..

'...who is exactly your age.'

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