Ramaiya Vastavaiya Page #3

Who's that?

- Ria?

Ria!

I'm not Ria.

- Why?

I'm Ria's friend.

- Why didn't you say that earlier?

It's okay.

Mistakes are common at this age.

No need to apologize.

Oh! Anklet.

Ram.

Ria!

How are you?

- Fine.

Please.

She's...

- I know she's your friend.

I mistook her for you,

and hugged her like this...

Ria!

What are you doing?

She doesn't like all this.

So, what does she like?

- Ria, where are you?

Coming.

Come on, Ram.

Come on.

Ram! No, monkey.

So what's your name?

I know you won't tell me.

My name's Ram. I'm from Australia.

People say, boys who come from out of India

are spoilt, manner less, crooks and conmen.

They're right.

I am exactly like that.

So beware.

Where's the sugar?

Sugar...

Sugar... What happened?

Why are you so scared?

- I thought that monkey's back.

Who?

- The one who has come from Australia.

He was raised in Australia.

Not every foreigner is so spoilt.

It's not his fault, its his parents...

...who raised him like this.

If I ever meet his parents,

I will question them face-to-face.

Isn't it correct aunt.

Do you know who you are talking to?

Ria's aunt.

That Australian monkey is her son.

- Is it?

"Hold..."

Need some sugar.

That's better.

"Everyone lacks a little sweetness..."

Let's go.

Welcome.

How are you, dear?

- Fine.

Hello, sister-in-law.

- Hello.

He's my partner in the construction business.

- I see.

JP. Jai Prakash.

Oh Yes. He was with

the Central Ministry for 20 years.

Please don't...

She's my sister Ashwini.

- From Australia.

Hello.

Aunt.

- She is the one with the son?

Yes. - You promised that her son and my...

- Right, right.

Then introduce me to him.

Let's go in first.

Come in.

Let's go.

Sona, look at this.

- Nice.

I have got the news from the kitchen...

That you called me a monkey.

- No!

Australian monkey.

Wow!

My mistake.

Should've called you a Gorilla.

Ria!

There he is.

Get lost.

Hi. I'm Dolly.

- Hi.

Hi, I'm Bijli.

Bijli. Bijli.

- Whatever.

Come on. Let's dance.

- Sure.

Ouch.

Everyone in India

wear saris and salwars.

And it's so colorful.

Okay, dad. Take care.

Got to go.

What are you doing in my room?

This is my room. Get out!

Sorry. My mistake.

Did you see anything?

- No, I...

Just get out.

- Thank God!

Nice horse.

Don't touch that.

Hey!

My brother gifted me that.

Please!

Your brother gave it to you?

Get out of here!

- Okay.

I have a doubt.

I troubled you so much.

Any other girl would've slapped me.

But you didn't.

Does that mean...

Something-something.

- What?

Something-something.

- Nothing.

"Touch me... Touch me."

"Hold me... Hold me..."

Ram. You're nude.

- Now, you're nude.

I didn't know I could

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