Besharam Page #5

How can you just find sister-in-law?.

You don't know her name either.

Beauty! That's her name.

Beauty!

And what's her surname? Parlour?

Beauty!

Keep at it.

You'll definitely find her on Google.

Mister. How much for JACKFRUlT?

Rs. 200 a kilo.

Fine, 150 for you.

What the..

What happened, aunt?

Rascal!

You made her faint with

your increased prices..

..and tore my shirt.

Sir..

- Take that. - What did l do?

Hello.

Aunt.

Get up, aunt. We'll pay for the stuff.

You fool, give me a hand.

Come on.

Come on.

That's my home, son. Stop.

Stop. Stop, son.

This?

- Yes.

l can't open this door, son.

ls it broken?

Oh, God!

My back's broken.

- Slowly, aunt. Slowly.

Come back soon.

- Yeah, sit tight.

l wish God had given

me a son like you.

Not possible at this age, aunt.

But you can get a son-in-law.

Do you have a daughter?

Low-life.

Come, son.

Keep it on the table.

Tara.

Tara.

- Coming, mom.

My knees.

You?

- You!

The one l searched for everywhere..

..was actually at the

back of my torn shirt.

What are you doing here?

- l'll tell you.

To get my buttons stitched.

- This is not a tailor-shop.

You have no manners.

Like you do.

- l..

Walking in a house

filled with ladies..

..with an unbuttoned shirt.

- But l..

Where else do you want me to go?

- Your mom tore my shirt..

Shut up!

Why would my mom tear

your clothes at this age?

Quiet!

Let me tell you.

l went to the market.

lt was really hot.

l felt dizzy and was falling down.

My hand got stuck in his shirt.

And all the buttons of

this poor boy's shirt broke.

And he's such a decent guy,

he brought me home.

lnstead of showing some hospitality..

..you're rebuking him.

Right, aunt, this isn't correct.

Shall l take off my shirt, or..

..will you stitch

it while l'm wearing it?

You're so hairy!

Keep your shirt here.

l'll get it fixed in a day or two.

How am l looking?

What's wrong, aunt?

Feeling dizzy again?

lt reminded me of her papa.

He looked handsome just

like you in this shirt.

Doesn't he look handsome anymore?

He's dead.

lt's one of his old shirts.

Sorry, aunt. l didn't know.

No need to show sympathy.

Now get lost.

You're so hot.

You spit fire.

Okay, bye.

See you, aunt.

- Bless you, son.

Do come again.

- l will..

Not...

Not...

Not...

Can l say something, beauty?

l really like hot dames?

Will you go to the disco with me?

Shameless.

''Bells...are ringing in my ears.''

''lt was love at first sight.''

''l couldn't believe my eyes.''

''l was gripped by fever.''

''My heart jumped out.''

''First the girl...got angry.''

''She asked what are you doing here?''

''l said l'm so lucky.''

''The one who brought

me here is your mom.''

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