Naam Shabana Page #2

If I do, then maybe

my driver will run away.

Then you don't know

anything about your driver.

This happened five years ago.

Father was an alcoholic.

Typical wife and child beater.

After he got drunk...

...he couldn't control

his tongue or his hands.

I grew up watching all this.

I would be amazed when...

... | would go over

to my friend's place...

...and see that it

doesn't happen with them.

Even the fathers love their children.

And the conditions in

my home were getting worse.

'That was a bad night.'

He had a bad episode.

'And mother was at the receiving end.'

For God's sake leave me!

Mother was crying out my name.

Shabana!

Shabana!

Shabana!

I don't know how

I...hit him so hard...

He died.

My... my own father.

'I was sent to the

juvenile remand home.'

'I stayed there for two years.'

You say that I don't share.

See...

I shared this.

Can I say something?

No, please don't.

I love you, Shabana.

Now you're taking

advantage of your birthday.

Why?

Will you believe

it if I say it tomorrow?

And why exactly do you love me?

I guess no boy has ever

said this to another girl.

But whenever I'm with you,

I feel really safe.

Even mother had a love-marriage.

Concentrate on your studies, Driver.

Don't get into this hassle of love.

You've got it all wrong.

Your life's getting wasted...

...mine is just started.

Because you're with me.

Shabana!

"The journey of my

hands...tovvards yours..."

"Every day..."

"Every day..."

"Your eyes convey...something

to mine..."

"Every day..."

"Every day..."

"Every day I think..."

"...where am I lost these days?"

"Every time I see you..."

"...even my wounds start

smiling without a reason..."

"Sweep me away like the winds,

comforting me..."

"Every day..."

"Every day..."

"The journey of my

hands...tovvards yours..."

"Every day..."

"Every day..."

I hope it's not too late.

Not at all.

Then...why don't we

go over to Shoaitds house.

His mom and dad are out of town.

His house must be empty.

Just drop me home.

I knew it.

I love you.

- Huh?

What did you say?

- Nothing.

What was that?

- I didn't say anything.

"Tell me how long...can

I Keep looking at you."

"Tell me how long can

I Keep looking at you."

"It's always less..."

"...no matter how long I look at you."

"Every day I think..."

"...that I can live

with this feeling."

"if you Keep meeting

"Every day..."

"Every day..."

"The journey of my

hands...tovvards yours..."

"Every day..."

"Every day..."

Look...

Hey...

Hello.

Madam...

- Our day's made.

She's running... wait-wait. ..

Wildcat.

- Hey, beautiful.

L-low about we give you a ride today'?

- Friends.

Stop going around with

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