Black Mail Page #3

"When you take a walk

in the gardens..."

"every leaf

begins to sway"

"Cast a glance anywhere,

with those sharp eyes..."

"and you set off raging fires"

"You set off raging fires"

"Your cheeks..."

"are sheer fire"

"Your cheeks are sheer fire;

in their heat..."

"I seem to drown"

"In the depths of

your bewitching eyes..."

"In the depths of

your bewitching eyes..."

"I seem to drown..."

"in them"

Your time is here,

Professor Khurana.

Should you not find the formula

by daybreak...

this poison is going

to cause your death.

Don't think I'm kidding.

Get to work, if you

want to save your life.

Eureka!

I've found it!

I've found it!

I've found it!

Kailash! I've found it!

Who's dead?

- Not dead. I've found it!

What?

- Just come with me!

Uncle! Your clothes!

- What about my clothes?

Where are your clothes?

- Where are they?

You haven't worn any!

To hell with clothes!

Just come with me!

My clothes, uncle!

- What clothes?

I haven't worn any!

- I haven't either! So why will you?

Come on!

Take a look, guys!

We've made it!

Thank you... thank you.

"Another source of electricity"

"Thanks to Dr Khurana, India is on

the road to prosperity"

"Scientist's major discovery"

Uncle, you are the toast

of the whole world.

And here you are, still

immersed in those diagrams.

Old men can't be trusted, son.

I hope my discovery doesn't

die with me.

How can you say such things?

- I've written the formula down.

So any scientist can read it

and generate solar power.

Take good care of this, son.

People are going to eye

this formula in the near future.

We've come from abroad.

Here's the letter you wrote.

You alone may come in.

We want the formula of the

solar power. At any cost.

You've brought so many men along.

For such things, you need

a lot of men sometimes.

What if someone suspects you?

- No one will suspect me.

Your country is presently hosting

an international tournament of golf.

We have come here under the

pretext of participating in it.

What's up?

Won't you reel off a couplet

in praise of my beauty today?

Hasn't my arrival brought Spring

into your life... as it usually does?

Looks like I'll have to

recite a poem today.

In praise of your good looks.

May I?

Something is surely wrong.

That far-away look...

and the stand-offishness.

What's up?

What if we happen to part in

this journey through life, Asha?

Is that what you've been

worrying about? Stop it.

Because we can never part.

- Suppose...

my feet take me to someone else,

whilst we walk on this path?

I'll break your legs then!

Do you understand?

You're still joking, Asha.

Forget it.

Jeevan, what's wrong?

It's something I can't bring

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