The Making of 'Dev.D' Page #3
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falling short of mattresses.
Come, dear. Your dad wants to
talk to you. Let's go inside.
Yeah, tell me.
Sit.
- No. Tell me.
Have you met the Delhi
businessman, Bhuvan?
Who's that?
That girl Rasika's brother.
He likes you.
So?
They're very well-off.
l will marry Dev and only Dev.
And will wait for
him till he marries me.
Have you gone nuts?
Why should Satpal
marry his son to you?
Why shouldn't he? l've made lassi
(buttermilk) for him all my life.
He loves me so much.
That's ok. But he's my boss.
We're not in his league.
And Dev's studied in
London you've studied here.
l'm a topper, Dev barely
scraped through his exams.
l don't want to
embarrass myself.
You can't embarrass yourself but
you can embarrass your daughter.
Meet Bhuvan once.
Bring him close to me and
l'll chop him into pieces.
Paro! Dear..
Paro! Paro!
Listen to me.
Where are you going?
Move aside! Let go!
Paro!
He needs treatment.
He's right. Why should
Satpal marry his son to you?
Even Dev has grown up.
l know where it is! He gave
it to me when we were kids.
The bucket is overflowing,
my dear. - l know.
Paro, come here.
ls everythingalright?
- Yes!
Finish this work fast.
Paro, come here.
Take this cup of
tea to your uncle.
l don't know what is
wrong with this girl..
lt's very tasty.
- Please, take it. - No, enough.
Paro, come join us. Come.
Eat something.
Later. - Where are you
off to? She's very strange.
You are Bhuvan's sister, right?
Please don't tell him anything.
Get out.
What were you doing with her?
The same that
you did with Sunil.
With Sunil?
What did l do with Sunil?
Tell me.
ls that why you broke his head?
You just go from here. - l didn't
do anything with that idiot.
l know everything.
Sunil told you?
When did he tell you all that?
Exactly before l
broke the bottle on him.
Leave or else l'll
do the same to you.
Drunkard? Brat! You broke the bottle
on him after making out with Rasika?
What you do is right.
And if l do..
Leave me alone.
l'm leaving.
l came to tell you
that l'm getting married.
Good.
Go ruin someone else's life.
Anyways you're not worth it.
Aservant's daughter
remains just that.. a servant.
Look at yourself.. unkempt
hair, lousy clothes, ugly as hell.
Lousy!
''My dear..''
''l don't think l want..
..this love thing any more.''
''My dear..''
''l don't think l want
this love thing any more.''
''My dear..''
''My dear..''
''My dear..''
''My dear..''
''l don't think l want..
..this love thing any more.''
''My dear..''
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