Raabta Page #3

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You can try, but can't avoid me today.

And anyway, doesn't really matter.

There's no one at your house.

Yes, I don't have parents.

Sorry... Sorry...

Why are you sorry?

Don't know.

One second..

Uncle.

Hello..how are you?

Money.

I want this.

You like this?

Great, you like it.

Oh.. I get it.

Lonely girl..

Planning to get married when

she sees an ideal bachelor.

Well..let me tell you

about my family tree.

I've a lying father..Gurmeet Singh.

A drama queen mother..Gurmeet Kaur.

And I'm their one and only..

- Hero?

Only by looks.

Actually I am a banker.

Banking runs through my veins.

So let's do it now..

You talk too much.

I like the silent types.

- Hold on.

Silent types are scoundrels.

How do you know?

Actually, I'm silent types myself.

Really?

- I swear.. I swear..

Do you know how to spell 'Silent'?

Realy..I don't speak at all.

I swear.

You know,

I can't stop talking since I met you.

But I swear.. I am enjoying it.

Will you make chocolates?

Now I know why you

chose this profession.

Chocolate is loaded with Kamasutra.

It fills you with lust.

Lust?

Add this.

What are you adding?

- Jaggery.

Mom used to add it.

For energy. Have.

On a serious note,

does this even have any future?

I mean if you had to

be a lifelong Halwai (cook)...

...you could've stayed in Punjab.

Did you just call me a Halwai?

Oh yes, I did.

What's wrong with that?

Why did you leave Punjab?

For you.

Did this line work there as well?

In Punjab,

the line used to begin with me.

Wanna see?

Obviously, she'll need to see.

Hold on.

I'll show you.

Play.

"Oh my cruel beloved,

my temporary cook..."

"You call this a date,

but you keep making chocolate."

"Look at my fate!"

"From the time she

has entered my life..."

"Oh my cruel beloved,

my temporary cook..."

Psycho!

What are you doing?

You've come too close

in just two days.

With you..

I'm different.

I've never done this before, you know?

I know...

I know baby, I'm a catch.

Yeah?

That's true.

Big eyelashes.

Perfect sharp nose.

Let me see...

Great jaw line.

You are so like the model kind.

Sorry, for being so good-looking?

I am so disappointed.

Wait a second...

I know why you are with me.

Why?

This is what you want, right?

My Badan (body)?

Okay, take it.

Badan?

Who says that?

You've got a hot body, hottie!

This youth will be of no good dead.

Come into my arms, sweetheart.

No, let go of me.

Leave me, for God's sake.

Let me get a good hold first.

You're being very dominating,

Shakti Kapoor.

Come here, my Bindu!

Hey Badan, what's happened here?

Where?

And how did I miss this?

- Oh, this... this...

Well, you were busy.

- Oh yeah, yeah.

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