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for unfolding it.

A shawl is for putting on.

And a girl is meant for teasing.

Leave me. Leave me.

- How strong she is!

Leave me. Help! - You are scaring

me by your brother Bulla's name?

Leave me!

- Hey! - Leave me!

No! No!

Brother Bulla, put this on and let's go.

- What happened?

Over there in the

village Lambuaata..

...is molesting your sister.

What rubbish are talking about?

I swear to the witch.

Munni! Munni! Munni, my sister

Munni. Munni, my sister Munni.

You have died. Lambu has killed you.

Turned a matchstick into a pole.

Oh I had so many wishes

for you in my heart.

I had seen 300 lads for you.

And all of them so handsome.

You would have chosen your

husband whoever you wanted.

But you became a dead body.

He will come Munni, you just see.

The flame of your funeral pyre

will definitely bring him to me.

And after burning

you I will burn Lambu.

Your sister's body

has already been burnt.

Make arrangements

for Lambuaata'a death.

He killed my sister by repeatedly

laying her on a push-cart.

Now Bulla will kill him

by throwing him on the ground.

Lambuaata, you killed my sister..

...in order to take revenge

of your brother's loss.

Was it right?

Those who do illegal business..

...the lives of their mother,

sister, daughter is at risk.

But it was very bad

of you to rape my sister.

It was very bad of you.

I don't think it was wrong.

Bread is for eating.

And a bone is for chewing.

Whether one is a

sister of an emperor..

...or daughter of wanderer,

one day she will lose her virginity.

Hey, don't forget this Lambu.

That a mouse can move its paws..

...while sitting on

an hurt elephant's tail.

But when the elephant breathes in..

...then the mouse goes inside.

Yes. And we will make you black.

Similar to that place

of a whore which..

...becomes dark because of overuse.

And becomes a dirty

abuse of every mouth.

You called me the dirt of nail.

Now we will kill

you by applying oil.

I will take the revenge

of my sister's death.

Bulla, don't kill me. You don't.

Make me your pimp.

I will keep supplying girls..

...and you keep having fun.

I will become a condom

for you to protect you from aids.

I will become a towel

and stick around your waist.

Don't kill me.

And if you do want to kill me..

...then peel me off

and make me a eunuch.

I will wear a sari and dance.

"White, white cheeks..

White, white."

"Don't flirt with me."

Enough of your dance!

Bulla, you openly killed Lambuaata.

You threw his dead

body in a gutter of Worli.

But you haven't killed

the politician coming from Delhi.

For whom I paid you the money.

Why didn't you kill him?

Hey politician Bachhu-bhai!

If you shout,

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