Wazir Page #3

What else?

There's nothing else!

It's an open and shut case.

Nina slipped.

Fell down the stairs.

Head hit the floor. That's it.

Died on the spot.

There were 4 eyewitnesses.

Qureshi's guys.

Let it go, man!

The old man's messing

with your mind.

Did Ruhi see anything?

- No.

She was in her room.

Packing her chess board.

But she was at home.

Hello.

Did you tell the Minister...

that I'm here

about an investigation?

Please hold.

I told you your message

has been conveyed.

Please wait, you'll be called.

Good morning.

The Minister is waiting for you.

- Sir!

The appointment is at 4

Thank you.

Hello.

Sir. You've been called in.

Come in.

Chief, here's your man.

Daanish Ali.

I was just telling your chief...

to put you back on duty.

The terrorist you killed - Rameez...

He's the guy who had

killed my whole family.

Wiped out my entire village.

Why are you still standing?

Do sit down.

Please sit.

I'm really thankful to you.

How can I help?

What's wrong?

You had something to ask, right?

Don't hesitate.

I wanted to ask how Nina

Dhar slipped down your stairs.

Officer,

isn't this file getting closed?

Yes, sir. The file is being closed.

Don't worry, sir. I'll take care of it.

- It's okay.

It's alright.

Mr. Ali

Fate has been unfair to Panditji.

First, the fanatics burned

down his house in Kashmir.

Then, in a car accident,

he lost his wife...

and both his legs.

Last year,

his daughter fell down the stairs...

Anyone in his situation

can lose mental balance.

You're his friend, aren't you?

Take care of him.

And yourself too.

And if you need any help,

feel free to come to me.

I'd be happy to help.

You used to weave

Cashmere wool, right?

For decades.

That's delicate work.

Yes.

For a weaver,

your grip is rather strong.

I play tennis.

If you get time off

from Panditji and chess...

do join me.

We'll play.

What do you think of yourself?

Sorry, sir.

You're suspended.

If such antics are repeated...

Arrest him.

Understand?

Understand?

- Yes, sir.

Sir.

I'm but a fraction

You make me whole

I owe my life not to heartbeats

But to you, my soul

Whether you say it or you don't

My heart can hear

You're with me, my dear

You're right here

How about a game of chess?

You were asleep.

Sorry, I didn't check the time.

Chess is a game of the clock,

my friend...

but there's no

fixed time to play it.

Rubbish!

Waking an old man at midnight,

do you expect poetry?

Come.

Here you go.

Listen to this song.

This was my wife

Neelima's favorite song.

She would play it

at every party and say...

"Omkar, sing with me."

Come beloved...

let me take you amidst the stars.

Mr. Daanish... presenting...

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