Jail Page #2

Beloved.

Beloved, you stole my heart.

Beloved, you took my life.

Beloved, you took my conscience.

Beloved.

Beloved.

Beloved.

Beloved.

I always think about you.

How to explain to you?

I live in your love.

I might die in your love.

My beloved is my heartbeat.

My beloved is my predicament.

My heart is disturbed.

Beloved.

Beloved.

My beloved is my heartbeat.

My beloved is my predicament.

My heart is disturbed.

Beloved.

Beloved.

Beloved.

Beloved.

Beloved.

Beloved.

Beloved.

Beloved.

Beloved.

Beloved.

Hi, Keshav. - Hi.

You scared me.

All of a sudden?

I won't beat a drum to announce

my arrival in my own house.

And I think I share the rent of

this house with your Parag.

So I should have the permission

to come unexpectedly. Right.

Of course, Keshav. I'm

not saying that.

But it's futile to argue with you.

- I'll be in office by 10.

I'll see you. - I'll have

a shower and come.

So you're back. - How was the

inauguration of the Pune showroom?

Mind-blowing!

If you'd been there, you

wouldn't have come back.

What cars! Superb! - Tell me.

Did you do my work? - Of course.

Check this out. Completely

your style.

All this is fine. Did

you book the car?

My friend, I'm not the

owner of the company.

I'm just the sales manager.

See the cars.

What cars! 4x4 drive. Automatic.

Cruise control.

It's a beauty!

It's a great car.

If I've to toil harder

for this, I'll do it.

But I want this car.

You should have this car.

If there is a network problem

in your cell...

...then why do you always

use my cell?

Chill. I'm just making one

call. I'll be back.

Hello. Yes, sir. You'll

get the car by evening.

Either change the network company

or change the house.

Stupid.

Parag, isn't Keshav a bit weird?

Come on. I'm not joking.

He's very strange.

He uses all your things right

from your clothes...

...to your cell, to your shoes.

The other day he was

using your towel.

He should draw a line somewhere.

Relax, Mansi.

He's my roommate for the past

eight to nine months.

And all this is common

amongst guys.

As it is, he's not the only one

who is asserting his right...

...on my things without

taking my permission.

What do you mean? You idiot.

Say it again. - Idiot.

I'm perfectly okay with this,

Parag. - Do one thing. - Yes, sir.

Now, formulate this market plan.

Good evening, sir. - Good evening.

And, submit to me.

And, then we'll evaluate it.

- Not to worry. - Okay. - Okay.

Good evening, sir. - Good

evening, sir.

Yes, Keshav.

You'll never reform, will you?

You just met Mansi,

right? - Shut up.

Tell me something.

When are you giving

me the good news?

When are you getting married?

Are you mad? Not so soon.

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