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"Why be so cruel to a kid."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

Dhiru.

- Uncle.

I made this contract.

As he completes each task...

...then you, me,

and Baabu will sign on it.

It'll just be more fun

if we make this official.

You're the witness.

- No problem.

Hasmukh.

- Yes.

Keep him free for six months.

I'll pay half his salary.

- No problem.

Come, sir.

Baabu.

Baabu.

I've written down the

details of our conditions.

Nothing serious.

It'll just be more fun

if we make this official.

"I, Baabulal, willingly..."

Not willingly,

definitely not.

Should I write "helplessly" instead?

"I am plain and simple."

"And not too fancy either."

"I am really serious..."

"...and don't have too

many colors in my life."

"Will you give me sleepless night

and sleep soundly yourself."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

"Why be so cruel to a kid."

He can't do it.

There's no way he can do it.

Uncle. Uncle.

- Dhiru.

What happened? Did he write it?

Just one minute to go.

I don't think he can do it.

But please forgive

him even if he can't.

Here he comes.

Uncle submit it quickly.

Just 30 more seconds to go.

Stay away.

Could you write it?

Here you go, father.

- Wonderful.

I never imagined you'll write it.

So proud of you.

Now read this out aloud and

fulfill the first condition.

The task was about writing,

not reading.

Then you read it, Dhiru.

- Don't you dare touch it!

Don't touch.

Okay fine, I'll read it.

Didn't he write it in blood?

Why will I write it with my blood?

That was not the condition.

- I never said it was.

Then why does he say so?

Don't utter a word,

Otherwise I'll kill you!

Let us... Let us concentrate on this.

Sit down. Sit down.

Stupid buffoon.

What is all this?

That was just rough work.

You just read ahead.

Wow... rough work in a love letter !

He taught mathematics... that's why.

Really? A teacher?

Why did you laugh?

What was so funny?

Baabu, stop it.

I'll read ahead.

"Dear Chandrika..."

"My entire existence is nestled..."

"...in the sweet memories

of our alluring married life."

Oh, God.

Is this Hindi?

Okay, sorry, sorry...

Your memories are

still fresh in my mind...

...like the Benarasi sari

you used to wear.

The bindi on your forehead.

Your anklet...

Anklet?

But Chandrika never wore an anklet.

Don't lie?

Well, this is inspired from the love letters

I used to confiscate from my students.

I just wrote the way they used to.

But, is there anything

original in this letter?

I'll read ahead.

"I could never say

this when you were alive..."

"...but, now I want to say

from the depths of my heart that..."

"Chandrika Three..."

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