Chaar Din Ki Chandni Page #3

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I am so happy to see you.

- Thank you.

Ms. Chandni from London, you see...

...when I was in Trinity

college in Cambridge in London...

...Charles asked me

to meet the royal mother.

You see... Prince Charles.

I went and met her somewhere

in Buckingham Palace.

No. No. I think it was Windsor Manor.

But I remember.

There is a hotel next to...

One minute.

Actually, I am from Ludhiana.

I went to London just two years ago.

Ludiana. - Okay,

welcome to royalty, Ms. Chandni.

You see. You'll see in four

days what royalty is all about.

Devika, please show

her one of our best suites.

And you, Veer. - Yes, father?

Go offeryour prayers in

the royal temple downstairs, son.

Okay, father.

You must be really happy today.

Aren't you ashamed?

You lie before yourfather

and then offeryour prayers.

Chandni, you won't understand.

When father comes before me...

When I actually see father, I...

Yes. Go on.

When father comes before me,

I... well...

Why don't you say

you shake in your boots?

Chandni, this is no way to talk.

You can say this sweetly, can't you?

Yes, I can.

But you get scared

when you see yourfather.

Isn't it?

- You see. That feels so nice.

Shall I say one thing?

There is a hell of a

difference of getting scared...

...and shaking in your boots.

A man gets scared

when he sees a lion.

Father...

You see.

You're shaking in your boots.

God bless.

Listen, now that you love me,

you'll have to live up to it.

I am in love.

Shall we?

Wow.

So this is Urvashi palace.

My father has built it.

For his girlfriend?

Oh, shut up.

For his grandmother.

Yes. So she is the one who

has become the talk of the town.

Lieutenant Shaitan.

AVSM.

Ati Vishisht Seva

Medal(special medal).

You get it when you're in the army.

Hello, uncle. - Hello.

This is my uncle.

And this is... - Chandni.

Come. Come.

She is from London, isn't she? - Yes.

And she's also a journalist. - Yes.

And you want to cover

our royal wedding.

Splendid.

For which newspaper?

Tribune. - London Times.

Uncle, she works for both the papers.

Freelancing, you know.

I believe you.

Please come.

So, freelancing.

Where is your office?

Bond Street.

Okay. And the name

of Tribune's editor?

Well...

PeterJackson.

Okay. Is he still

active or has he retired?

PeterJackson.

You don't know? - What?

He is no more.

Oh my God!

Good old PeterJackson.

Brain hemorrhage, uncle.

Brain hemorrhage.

He was a very untrusting man.

But the paper misses him.

Yes. I've started missing him too.

Let's go.

He does what his name says.

The entire city knows

him as a sniff dog.

Sniff dog.

Darn it. What the hell.

Looks like the car

is on its last legs.

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