Lipstick Under My Burkha Page #3

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O dancing heart

O naughty heart

These crazy tales of love

These charming romances

Hearts full of naughty desire

The love of groom and bride

Blossoms with desire so sweet

Now don't play games

Or I'll suffer

I'm faint with yearning

Cure me with your love

Just a little

Potion of pleasure

Love me again

I'm faint with yearning

Cure me with your love

Rehana! Have you no shame?

Such obscenity! Go to your room.

Move the camera,

mister or I'll slap you.

Will dancing get you good grades?

Your father has worked hard

to put you into college.

Not so you can shame us!

Concentrate on your studies.

Shameless girl!

The rent is due.

The salary transfer from Saudi...

Oh, come on!

Don't interfere in money matters.

It's complicated.

I've started work with

Bemisaal Builders.

It's burning!

- Really?

Didn't burn before.

It's started only after I got back?

In the dark of the night

the street was silent.

Rosy, in her flimsy nightie,

lay down by the window

And dreamt her secret dreams.

In Prince Charming's arms

Rosy was flying amidst the stars.

Inside the airplane he's kissing

Rosy's body with his wet lips.

Rosy touched herself as she fantasized

about Prince Charming.

And she used the pillow to stifle

her own screams.

Jeans we will wear! Yes we will!

Jeans are my right!

My right!

Stop us if you can!

We'll fight till our last breath!

Last breath!

- A message for our video blog?

I'm just a freshman.

- New rule. No jeans for girls.

Any comment?

There's no end to rules in a girl's life.

Don't sing, don't dance

you'll shame us.

Don't walk like that,

people will stare.

Keep your eyes down,

what will people say?

Don't breathe, you're heaving chest

will attract attention!

Don't wear lipstick,

you'll have an affair!

Don't wear jeans,

you'll create a scandal!

I want to ask the authorities,

what exactly will happen?

Why does our freedom scare you so?

Don't we have the right to live freely?

We want our right!

Our right to jeans! Our right to live!

Right to jeans! Right to live!

It was the first shower of the monsoon.

The raindrops of youth beckoned Rosy.

A fierce storm was

raging inside Rosy

Far stronger than the

storm outside.

Rosy was totally wet

with the flood of desire.

Her white shirt was now transparent.

Rosy's body was drenched.

She was drowning in a whirlpool of lust.

The binoculars slipped from her hand.

In the window outside,

the new tenant was taking a shower.

Totally naked!

Auntie!

Oh my God!

Duggu! Guddu!

Guddu, look at your brother!

Somebody! Anybody!

Help him!

I'm coming!

See, auntie? I can swim now!

What? You think that's funny!

That's enough! Show's over!

Back to the pool.

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