Chaar Din Ki Chandni Page #2

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Out. - I am going.

Lousy non Rajput.

Hi, mother.

Hi, mother. - Veer.

Bless you.

How are you, Veer? - How are you?

I missed you.

How are you? - Very well.

My God! My God!

You're looking handsome and fit.

Just like you.

Devika! Devika! Devika!

Finally. I am so excited to see you.

I have been waiting forthis day since

so long. - Mother, this is Chandni.

My girlfriend.

"Chandni. "

"My Chandni. "

Oh my God!

She's gorgeous.

Mother, this is Chandni.

Chandni, this is my mother.

And why are you calling

my mother by name?

Well, she doesn't look

like an aunt from any angle.

And I can't call her mother.

Because she hasn't become one as yet.

Absolutely.

- I think Devika suits her.

Right, Devika? - I like it.

Come on.

Come on. What are we waiting for?

Just a second. Just a second,

dear Chandni. Just a second.

You don't know his father.

I will know him only if I meet him,

right? Let's go.

Just a second. Just a second.

Veer, I didn't inform

that she was coming with you.

And what do I tell CV?

Relax, Devika.

I'll handle everything.

Ljust want Veerto tell

his father once what I am to him.

Simple. - No worries. Come on.

This is ours.

Come on.

Come on. We are getting late.

"Chandni. "

"My Chandni. "

How can I approve this, Surya Veer?

It's such a disgusting design.

I can never approve this.

Father, this one.

This is garish.

Look at these colors.

This is...

Who has designed this?

Hello, father.

- Who's that?

Veer.

How are you, young boy?

I am fine, father.

How are you? - Terrible.

Nothing is organized

in this wedding but...

Anyway, forget it.

How is the good

old weather of London?

Weather, father? - Yes.

He is talking to

his son or a stranger?

It was okay, father.

I mean who asks about the weather.

It was raining slightly

a few days ago.

In our Punjab,

you hug first and then talk.

Dear, this isn't Punjab.

This is Rajasthan.

The unpredictability

of European weather.

Right. - Right.

Who is she?

That's mother, father.

Oh, her? Father, this is Chandni.

So?

So. She is from London.

I mean she is from London, father.

And?

And... she is a cousin, father.

Cousin?

I mean she is a colleague, father.

Yes, I know.

But what is she doing here?

What is she doing here?

Father, she is...

Well... actually, she...

Will you finish this

sentence today please?

Of course. Of course.

Father, well... she... actually...

Father, she is a journalist.

She is a journalist, father.

She had to cover

an actual royal wedding.

So I said there could be

no better royal wedding than ours.

There. He has spoken his truth.

The absolute royal wedding. - Right.

How are you, Ms...

Chandni.

- Chandni from London.

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