“Some drops fall on the body.” “Some drops fall on the mind.” “Some drops fall on the heart.” “With the pitter patter of the rain,
the heart loses its solace.” “Rain! Rain! Rain” “The body is a little wet.” “The mind is a little wet.” “The heart is a little wet.” “In this wet weather,
the heart searches for someone.” “Rain! Rain! Rain” “I recollect some things.” “I recollect some memories.” “I recollect some nights.” “How will I go through this time?” “Rain! Rain! Rain” Sandhya Bhatnagar. Ms. Sandhya, I am a reporter and I wanted.
– An Interview. Yes.
– Fine. So tomorrow morning at 9 o’clock.. No, no, madam please, tomorrow morning.. ..will be too late, I have a deadline.
– Oh. You have a deadline.. – Yes.
– And you have to do it today? – Yes. Look, Mr.. – Prakash.
– Yes, Mr. Prakash. I think you have not got
the appointment of a film star.. ..hence a writer..
– No madam, that’s not the thing.. ..you are misunderstanding. Then what else could be the matter? Look, you..
– This is absolutely clear.. ..that I am not your
choice but your helplessness. Look, madam, I request you.. Look, I am really not interested. No, ma’am, we don’t take
any interest in film stars. You don’t understand.
– What do you mean? That your magazine does not
print interviews of film stars? Exactly! We only write
on art and literature. Oh! On art and literature!
– Yes. – That’s very interesting! Okay, you come a bit earlier.
– Okay ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.
– I don’t meet anyone after lunch. Yes, ma’am.
– And please.. make it in 20 minutes. I will just come.
I’ll be right there, ma’am. Mr. Prakash.
– Yes. Come. Come inside.
– Yes. And let the shoes be. Don’t be shocked.
The ears of blind people like me.. ..become our eye sight. With the slight movement of a person.. ..we come to know what he is doing. Come. Come inside.
– Thank you. Why are you standing? Sit down.
– Fine. By the way, what type of
an interview do you want to take? I want to know that.. All alone, so far..
– How do I manage? – Yes. In spite of being blind?
– Yes. It is not very difficult. If I go walking,
the market is half an hours walk. It is like a morning walk. I return in a Victoria or a rickshaw. And the remaining
day passes with writing. But the maintenance
of such a big house.. how? I have a maid who comes in the morning.. ..and does her work and leaves. There is a gardener who
does the work of a watchman too. He is on leave today. Only two servants in such a big house?
– It’s enough. If one keep too many servants.. ..you have to keep a watch on them. And I cannot do this, Prakash. And anyway, I love solitude.
I like privacy. About marriage..
– Mr. Prakash, please! You’d said that you come
from a serious type of magazine. No personal questions.
– I am sorry, ma’am. Next question please. I am sure you must be writing
your stories in Braille. If I get a page of
your Braille writing.. ..I would like to print
that too for the readers. With a translation of Hindi, of course.
– Oh! It is a very good idea. But the problem is that
all my Braille manuscripts.. ..are with my publishers. And the book that is not published.. ..I cannot give you any page from that. No problem, if you..
– One minute, Prakash. One minute. I’ll just see. Don’t feel bad, Prakash. I don’t like you standing behind me.
– I am really sorry. Any artist,
whether it is painter or a sculptor.. ..does not like showing
anyone his incomplete work. I.. I’m really sorry, ma’am. I’ve seen the Braille typewriter
for the first time that’s why.. That’s why.. – Take this.
– Thank you. Can I.. try to read it?
– Do you know Braille? Yes, a little bit. In Mumbai,
I have blind violinist friend.. ..I learnt a little from him. Then read it. Some.. time.. Are you trying to read
Braille with your sight? Yes, I am trying something like that. Prakash, can you get the
pleasure of eating Indian.. ..food with a fork and spoon? To get the actual taste,
you have to eat with your hand. It is the same with Braille. Braille has to be felt with
the fingers and not read with the eyes. When words touch you,
they then reach the heart. The pleasure of the feel
of the words is totally different. Give it to me. I will read it to you. Sometimes this rain awakens my desire. Sometimes this rain repeats my habits. In the night,
the rain came as a beautiful dream. Today this rain scares me. “This pain is very heartless.” “This pain broke the heart.” “This pain is very heartless.” “This pain broke the heart.” “This pain is very heartless.” “This pain broke the heart.” “I remembered the moment again.” “The moment that
I was trying to forget.” “The moment that
I was trying to forget.” “This pain is very heartless.” “This pain broke the heart.” At times this rain used to tickle my.. ..body and at times the
rain used to please my mind. Sometimes this rain used
to generate love in my heart. And today this rain scares me. “Every heart beat is scared.” “Every breath is afraid too.” “Every heart beat is scared.” “Every breath is afraid too.” “Now I have started speaking
illogical talks to myself.” “Despite being on the shore,
I am yet finding it.” Sometimes this rain used
to take me back in childhood.. ..this rain used to make
paper boats float, this rain.. ..used to make me hear
the scolding of my mom.. ..and today this rain now scares me. “Expectations rise and fall..
and hopes are entangled.” “Expectations rise and fall..
and hopes are entangled.” “The storm of time has
brought me to my destination.” “Despite being on my destination.. ..I am yet finding the destination.” “This pain is very heartless.” “This pain broke the heart.” “This pain is very heartless.” “This pain broke the heart.” “I remembered the moment again.” “The moment that
I was trying to forget.” “The moment that
I was trying to forget.” “The moment that
I was trying to forget.” Wow! Wow! Have you written this poem now? I asked did you write this poem now?
– No.. no. I had written it earlier. I don’t know how I remembered it. Why did I recollect this poem.. ..while reading and typing? If you don’t mind
can I ask you something? Yes ask. Is any personal thing
hidden in this poem? Because of which, you have
something special with the rain. I didn’t ask you for tea. What will you have, tea or coffee? As of now,
I would want to talk about this poem. I.. will get coffee for you.
– Please, take care. I will.. get coffee for you and come.
– Sandhya.. Are you fine? Are you fine?
– I am fine. I am okay. I am okay. I am okay. Prakash 5 steps behind you,
there is a cupboard. You will find an ashtray in it. Do you drink?
– No. Sometimes,
I have to offer it to the publisher. Oh I see! I see. A retired Colonel lives nearby. He visits me sometimes with his wife. You know, family friends. His wife has decorated this house. She is an interior designer. So what did you want to ask? Sometimes this rain
used to awaken my desires. This poem..
– How much of sugar will you take? I asked how much sugar you will take.
– 2 spoons. Ma’am, I..
– I will manage. I will just get another spoon.
– No, it’s okay ma’am. No, as it is,
too much of dust settles around here. Don’t worry.
I will go and get another spoon. Madam Sandhya, by just looking at you.. ..I mean, while opening
the door and by seeing.. ..you making coffee,
it doesn’t seem that you are blind. It seems as if you
are acting to be blind. You must have heard that saying Mr.
Prakash.. ..that in her own house,
even a cat becomes a lion. In the same way,
you find a blind lady, who.. ..appears to see
everything in her house. So what were you asking? Sometimes my desire..
– Why are you asking me again.. ..and again about the same poem? Nothing is there in that poem.
– Something is there. Sandhya Madam,
definitely there is something. I have heard that once you called.. ..a journalist home and attacked him. It’s a lie! It’s a complete lie! He was hurt so badly that
in the newspaper.. – Listen, you! Sandhya Madam,
he had 6 stitches on his head. Don’t you remember? Who told you all this? Who?
– Sandhya Madam.. ..you are a celebrity writer.
A lot of things are spoken.. ..about you. Now what should I..
– All of this is a lie! It is rubbish!
– Actually it’s possible Ms. Sandhya. It’s not only possible
its utter rubbish! Should I tell you the truth ms. Sandhya? Before coming here,
I thought all of this was true. But after seeing..
you are so beautiful and delicate. I felt that you can’t do such a thing. Listen, your coffee is getting cold.
Drink it. I like it cold. And I don’t want to talk about this. See, Mr. Prakash what do you want? Nothing Ms. Sandhya.
I just want to take your interview. What do you want to know by
giving me an excuse of an interview. What do you know about my past? I don’t know anything about
you and that’s why I have come here. It’s as simple as that. So you won’t understand like this? Ms. Sandhya,
believe me I won’t do anything.. So you won’t understand like this? No Ms. Sandhya, that is not.. Before asking another question, I want
answers to all my queries, Mr. Prakash. See, you are misunderstanding me. Where is the knife that
I had hidden beneath the sofa? Don’t move! Don’t move Prakash. Or else I will shoot. And my aim is perfect. I can understand
even the slightest move. This you must have known right? Tell me, where have you kept that knife? In that corner.
– Which corner? Behind you.. to the left. Go and get it.
And give it to me in my hand. – Yes. – Go. Hold it! Back, back!
– Yes, I have come. I shall get it and come. Keep talking to me.
Keep on talking to me. Talk to me! Sometimes my desire. The bullet went through your ear. If you happened to discuss
that poem again then the.. ..trigger can be pressed
and you can be the target. Talk to me.
– What do I speak to you about? Have you read my book?
– Which one? – Sparsh. Yes, I have read.
– Talk about that. Sparsh is a story about
a 14 year old blind woman who.. ..who doesn’t know how to
deal with her sexuality. – Yes. Open this. Page number 32. Fast.
– Yes. Now read it loudly and clearly,
so that I can hear. Yes. Reena, had a weird habit. She used to bathe in the
bathtub for hours, everyday. She would like the
touch of water on her body. She couldn’t see her
beautiful naked body. She had also forgotten that she had.. ..not locked her
bathroom door on purpose. Shekhar was sitting
next to the bath tub only. His hands were stretching
towards Reena’s delicate face. In sometime,
he held Reena’s face in both his hands. Reena was shocked for a moment. Shekhar’s touch made Reena
go to the seventh heaven. Shekhar knew this. She was anxious to see
the glow on Shekhar’s face. She started feeling
sad about her blindness. If she could just see! Why did you stop?
Where are you? Read ahead. Where are you?
If she could just see.. read ahead. Why are you quiet? Read ahead. Read ahead. Leave, leave!
– Now you answer my question. Leave, leave!
– Now you answer my question. Tel me, why did you keep
that knife below the sofa? Leave me! I will tell you.
– Did you want to kill me? I will tell you. Just stay away from me.
– Like you wanted.. ..to kill that journalist.
– No I didn’t want to kill him. Then what was it? Leave me! Stay away! I will tell you
everything. I will tell you everything. Stay away! Should I stay away?
– Yes. – I am away. Go even farther away. Even more far.
– More far? – Yes. Even more far? Yes farther away.
– Should I go farther away? Yes farther away.
– Should I go farther away? Should I go farther away? Here, I am. Now tell me
what you wanted to do with me? I will tell. First that knife and gun. This I can’t give until you tell me.. ..why did you keep that knife there. And why had you got the gun. Throw that knife away. Please! Please! And now the gun. No. Not the gun. Fine, you keep the gun.. ..and give me the bullet. Isn’t that fair?
– Fine. I will roll the bullets
one after the other. And with each bullet
there will be a question. With every right answer
to one question.. another bullet.. ..and with it another question.
And if I feel.. ..that you have given
me a wrong answer.. ..I will load the bullet into the gun.. ..and then you know what I will do. You understand, right? Fine. Did you kill that journalist? Yes. Did you regret it? No. Did you try before this to kill anyone? No. If you get a chance again,
will you do something like that? Yes. The bullet is in front of you. Good. In the sense, you will kill the person. You would murder the person right?
– Yes. I will kill. Now tell me what you
wanted to do with him? Didn’t you understand till now, Prakash? I do not understand anything here. Come closer to me Prakash. Don’t be scared.
I won’t do anything to you. I don’t want to kill you Prakash. Please! Believe me. See.. ..don’t waste time. You have to know about me,
you have to write too. You have a deadline for the interview. If you sit away,
then it won’t work out Prakash. What do you want from me? Will you answer some questions, Prakash? Then tell me? What do you think about me? I am beautiful, am I not? Please tell me,
Prakash, I am beautiful, am I not? Yes, you.. Yes you are beautiful! But what do you want from me?
– You haven’t understood yet? Do you know,
why I asked you talk about Sparsh? Because Sparsh is a fourteen
year old girl Reena’s story. It’s about her search for her sexuality. Do you know, Prakash,
I am just like that girl Reena.. ..who hasn’t been able
to recognise her sexuality. I didn’t have any Shekhar in my life. Not even in my dreams. Let me hold you, Prakash! You are handsome too, Prakash! Can you be my, Shekhar? Please become my Shekhar.. Hold me, Prakash.. Prakash, kiss me.. Kiss me.. Prakash, kiss me.. Kiss me.. No Prakash..
you can’t leave me like this, Prakash. No Prakash.. Please understand my problems! I know what your problem is, Sandhya. You are a sex maniac and nothing else. No, it’s all a lie..
– This is the truth, Sandhya.. And you killed that reporter because.. ..he hadn’t fulfilled your wish. That poor guy was a gentleman.
He could not even slap like me. You are just an abnormal,
mad, eccentric.. ..and a sex maniac
woman and nothing else. Please, Prakash.. Please listen to me.. Neither am I an abnormal
woman nor a sex maniac. And the reporter whom I
had killed wasn’t a gentleman. As you think him to be. He misbehaved with me taking.. ..advantage of my blindness. He misbehaved with me.. ..and so I killed him. So I killed him. Prakash, I cannot rely on strangers. How can I rely on them? After all you were a stranger to me,
weren’t you? I am.. I am really sorry.. It’s okay..
– I am really sorry. Prakash, can you leave
me alone for ten minutes.. ..I want to stay alone for a while. Okay, I’ll go out then.. No you stay here;
I’ll go and stroll in the garden. If you want to then
you can put on some music. And you can help
yourself with some drink. No I don’t drink, I prefer music. Please use the headphones.
– Yes.. I want to stay alone. Excuse-me.. Help! Help! Open the door.. Open the door.. Please open the door.. Open the door.. Open the door.. Open the door.. Open the door.. What is the combination?
– Open the door. What is the combination?
– Open the door. What is the combination? What is the combination, Sandhya.. Open the door..
– What is the combination? Open the door.. What is the combination? Seventy two..
– What? Seventy two..
– Five.. Seventy two..
– It’s seventy two? – Yes.. Open the door!
– Hang on. Open!
– Sandhya.. O’ my God! Sandhya.. That rain.. That rain..
– It has stopped raining. You don’t have to be scared now, relax.. Yes, I dried your hair..
– You did. You body had turned cold
and you needed to change. Here take your towel and shirt. Change your dress or
else you’ll catch cold. Thank you, Prakash. What are you doing?
– I’ll tell you everything. How did you come in?
– I will tell you everything. Get out of here. You are asking me to leave? Get out of here. Do you recognise this? You’d kept it under the chair,
hadn’t you? Do you know how sharp it is? What do you, want? Only your interview. But is this the way
of taking an interview? Put that knife aside. Put that knife aside. Okay, I’ll put it aside.. What kind of nonsense is this?
– This is not nonsense, Sandhya.. Thought I’d take your
interview in a different place. Do you know why I chose a bathroom? Because that’s where
everyone bare themselves. What are you trying to say? You’ll understand everything, slowly.. Okay, tell me how do you bathe? How do you bathe,
below the shower or in the bathtub? How do you, bathe? In the bathtub. In the bathtub. All the time?
– Yes.. Not under the shower?
– No.. Why don’t you? Why don’t you bathe, under the shower? I feel scared.. I feel scared.. Why are you afraid? Tell me, why do you feel scared? Why are you afraid? No, I won’t tell you.
I won’t reveal it to anyone. You’ll have to tell me,
you’ll have to tell me.. Why do you feel, scared? I am scared of the rains. What?
– I remember the rains. I remember the rains. Why are you scared of rains? Are you afraid of its noise
or the raindrops falling on you? Does it hurt you, what happens to you? Please stop it! Come on tell me.. – Please stop it..
please leave me alone. Please stop it.. Please leave me.. Please leave me.. Be quiet.. quiet.. Leave me alone.. Quiet.. What are you doing? No, let me go.. You won’t go anywhere.. You won’t go anywhere.. You won’t go anywhere.. Rain, rain go away,
come again another day.. Rain, rain go away,
come again another day.. Rain, rain go away,
come again another day.. Rain, rain go away,
come again another day.. Come here.. Your fear would’ve subsided now. It must have lessened now.. Listen Sandhya, you might be thinking.. ..why did I behave in that manner?
Why did I do all those things? Before coming here,
I’d been to your blind house.. ..and there I came
to know about your phobia. I have yet to know the
reason for this phobia.. ..and why do you have it? Sandhya,
I am well aware of your problem. One of my friends had
phobia of locked rooms. It is called claustrophobia. He had this phobia because
he had gone through.. ..a very bad experience
in a closed room. And he was treated in the
similar manner I tried on you. Sandhya, I am not a reporter. I had lied to you. I am a psychiatrist and your..
– A psychiatrist? Yes and your admirer too. You don’t meet any
of these two so I had.. ..to come here as a reporter. You must have been hurt, Sandhya. But believe me I
just wanted to help you. Why? As an admirer who
wants to see you well.. ..and who is also a psychiatrist. You won’t be able to do anything. No one can help me. Listen, Sandhya if this
problem isn’t treated early.. ..then it will stay with you forever. Tell me, Sandhya what
had happened with you? I know, it will be very painful
but you’ll have to tell me. You’ll have to tell
it for your own good. Tell me not as a
psychiatrist but as a friend. But please tell me.. Please tell me. I was born blind. Only daughter to my parents. Before I knew my father’s love,
he passed away. My mother took up the
responsibility of the household.. ..and the onus of bringing
up her daughter very well. But poor woman,
how many years could she have gone on? I was twelve years old
when she married a second time. My stepfather turned
out to be a drunkard. He was drowned in debts! He started grabbing from mother too. You said you didn’t have the money!
Where did this money come from? This money is meant
for my daughter’s studies! I want to drink. Give the money to me.
– No, I won’t. This is the money for me to buy booze. This money is meant
for my daughter’s studies! You dirty woman, give it to me. This money is meant for
my daughter’s studies! There was no respite for mother.. ..from these sorrow’s other than death! Mother! Mother! Mother! She committed suicide. I don’t know how I spent so
many years with that man after that. I used to be happy as
long as he was not at home. In order to pass my time
I started writing stories. I would write stories all day long. And at night I would
listen to his cheap abuses. Many times I felt like
running away from there. But I could never gather the courage. If I had gathered the courage then.. ..neither would it
have rained like that.. ..nor would.. Who is it? Your father’s friend. Didn’t he tell you
that I would be coming? Yes he had.
– Open the door then! Didn’t I tell you,
sir that she would consent? I couldn’t understand what he meant. The other man whom my father’s friend.. ..addressed as sir
was not saying anything. I felt that he was
standing too close to me.. ..so close that I
was feeling suffocated. I’ll make some tea.
– There is no time to have tea. Sir, you start.
I’ll have a drink in the next room. Why have you come here?
What do you want?! Before I could scream or shout his.. ..his.. What, Sandhya? His lips. He shut my mouth with his lips. I somehow managed to free
myself from his clutches.. ..and ran towards the door. Where are you trying to go? I have clinched a deal with your father?
– Leave me! I’ll spread her legs and tie her up. Then let us eat her up like chicken. My stepfather was
the one who had sold me. That very night I went and gave a.. ..complaint against
him at the police station. You idiot! I didn’t do anything! I didn’t do anything! I didn’t do anything!
It was the girl’s father who raped her! You drunken fool! Tell the truth! Tell me! Who did it? Tell me!
Who did it? Who did it? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! What is it? Pick him up! Sir, he is dead. Make it a suicide case.
Or else we will be badly trapped. The case ended with his death. He was the only man.. ..who could have told.. ..who were the people who raped me. After that I went to the blind home. After three months I found out.. ..that I was pregnant.. ..and I can’t stay there. The matron there advised
me to have an abortion done. But.. ..I wanted the baby. Look, if you want to keep the
baby then you must leave this place. This sin that you are
nurturing in your womb.. Sin never grows in a mother’s womb. Sin is born from the
dirty blood of the father. Even the word father
sounds like a dirty abuse! What ever it may be.
Your child is illegitimate. I will still keep this baby. I can’t avenge for the
rape with my baby’s blood. The person who commits
the rape can’t be punished.. ..then why should my baby be punished? The matron didn’t have an
answer to this question of mine. After a few days the matron
called me again and told me.. ..that there was a social
worker who came to the campus.. ..and said that he wanted to marry me. His name was Avinash. The matron had told him all about me. But still he agreed to marry me. I found out that he was
learning the Braille for my sake. He also wrote a letter to me in Braille. He had written that he won’t meet me.. ..until the delivery of the baby.. ..because he didn’t want me.. ..to change my mind
about keeping the baby. On this I lost my heart
to Avinash without meeting him. And I went to live
in his house with his maid. The maid looked after me
well until the day of the delivery. Then.. On delivery day.. Carefully, carefully. Try harder. Carefully. Push! Push! A little more. Carefully! Slowly! Carefully. Prakash, I didn’t hear the baby cry. What is the matter, doctor? Why don’t I hear my son cry? Is it a son or a daughter? Why haven’t you kept my son near me? What is the matter, doctor? Doctor! Prakash,
I gave birth to a stillborn baby! And Avinash? No. No. He didn’t come. No one came, Prakash. No one! Did you hear what I said? Did you? Get out of here, you fool! How can you talk like
this of your master? Master? My foot! He is my husband!
– Husband? Yes, he is my husband. – What?
– And listen to me carefully! We brought you here so
that you could give us a baby. But you have dashed all our hopes. Get out from here! Get out! We took pity on your blindness
and brought you here. And you couldn’t even
give birth to a baby. Get out! Get out for here. I will not go anywhere! I won’t leave! Go away or I might kill you! Get out and don’t ever
show me your face again! They couldn’t have a baby so they.. And I just came away. What else could I have done? When I went back to the blind
home I found that the person.. ..I thought was the
matron was no longer there. The real matron was someone else. And there was no social
worker by the name of Avinash. Prakash, I lost faith from life. I lost faith. I started running away from life. And probably.. ..to run away from life I wrote stories. And now I have reached this point. “O’ moon hide behind
the curtains of the clouds.” Will you dance with me? Like Reena and Shekhar. “Moon, go and hide somewhere.” “O’ moon hide behind
the curtains of the clouds.” Who is asking this question?
A friend or a psychiatrist? The truth is neither of them. Just think that the Shekhar
from your story is asking.. ..the Reena inside you this question. Reena is the name of a
wish and Shekhar is a dream.. ..that can never be fulfilled. Sandhya, you are still
running from your life. You are hiding in your books.
Come out of there, Sandhya. Life is not only made
up of stepfathers, rapes.. ..or people like Avinash. There
are good people in life worthy of love. Shekhar can be in reality.
He can. Just accept it. Now will you dance with me, Sandhya? Prakash, can you search
for those people for my sake. The people who.. Yes, Sandhya.
But.. it is very difficult. Try?
– Try.. I.. surely will. Thanks, Prakash. You asked me for a dance didn’t you? “Let the words hide behind the clouds.” “Moon, go and hide somewhere.” “Let the words hide behind the clouds.” “Moon, go and hide somewhere.” “Let the words hide behind the clouds.” “Moon, go and hide somewhere.” “The direction of the winds tell me..” “The direction of the winds tells me.. ..that my love has started from home.” “Let the words hide behind the clouds.” “Moon, go and hide somewhere.” “Someone beckons me now..” “Someone beckons me now and.. ..my feet have started
on the first steps of love.” “The air is so intoxicating.
I know not where my heart is.” “The air is so intoxicating.
I know not where my heart is.” “The desires have started rising.” “Every dream is so youthful.” “The only wish is to
be rid of this loneliness.” “May the day not start.
Oh! night stay back today.” “Someone beckons me now..” “Someone beckons me now and.. ..my feet have started
on the first steps of love.” What happened, Sandhya? Why have you come back again?
You are the same man! What has happened to you, Sandhya? I can never forget the stink
of your dirty mouth! -Sandhya! Sandhya! You fool! Go away from here!
– Sandhya, listen to me! Go away! Stay away from me!
– Sandhya. Go away! Go away!
– Sandhya. You fool! Go away from here! Go away from here! I can never forget the
stink of your dirty mouth! Does that mean that
I am still in your breath? Go away!
– Did you miss me so much? Why do you compel me
to tie you up again and again? Tie you again and again!
Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! I know you hate me too much, Sandhya. But believe me Sandhya!
This hatred will soon turn to love. No! Please stop this! Please! Shall I rape you again? Shall I? Then listen to me. Listen, I really love you so much. I really love you. No.
– Yes, I really love you. I swear I love you.
– No! Leave me.
– Do you know since when? When I raped you that night. No! It’s been so many
years to that incident. But I feel as if it happened yesterday. It was raining heavily outside
and you were lying on the bed. You don’t know
how beautiful you were looking. Initially you threw a lot of tantrums
and you screamed and yelled. But later you became quiet. Do you know why? Because you had
started enjoying having sex with me. No!
– That’s true. You won’t admit it. Have you ever heard that
because of rape animals.. Do you know why? It’s not possible. In animals the male has
to force the female. Only then do females enjoy sex. But they do enjoy it. The way you enjoyed it.
– Please stop it. Please! Why have you come here? I’ll tell.
Just listen. Now you know your rapist. Won’t you want to find
Avinash whom you never met him? I am that Avinash too. Yes. Really. And I want one baby from you.
Only from you. From no one else. Please don’t refuse. If you did this with love
it would be so nice. – No. You will agree to it won’t you, Sandhya? You will, won’t you? Please.
– No! Sandhya, I want to prove
to my wife that I am not impotent! I am not a eunuch! Do you know that she blames
me for your stillborn baby! She says that I am insufficient.
Do you think it can be so? Do you think it is like that? Forget her. You just give
me a hale and healthy baby. No.
– Look I am not forcing you. I am requesting you. Please. Sandhya, what do I understand
from your silence? Yes or no? What haven’t I done to get you? I gave your stepfather 1.5 lakhs. Then I had forced sex with you. I sent my sister to you as a matron. She made up that story about Avinash. She was not willing to do so. I had to keep her 1
and 1/2 year son with me. She knows me. If she didn’t
do what I asked her to then.. ..I would have killed her son. I sent my wife for taking
care of you until the delivery. I came to you as a journalist. I came as a psychiatrist
and tried to understand your pain. I did all this to get you again. I did all this to get you again. I really love you Sandhya.
And I want a baby from you. Sandhya, you’ll give me, won’t you? Tell me. You’ll give me, won’t you? Please Sandhya. Prakash. – You won’t
accept it but you love me too. Your tears that are flowing
for me are saying so. Now neither you or I
can say which personality.. ..inside of me do you love. Whether it is the man who
took you like a wild animal.. ..or it is the journalist or
Avinash or the Shekhar hidden in me. That doesn’t make a difference
to me nor should it to you! You just give me my baby. That’s all. You are ready, aren’t you? Prakash.. Prakash, I am ready to sleep with you. Thank you.
Thank you so much. How can I.. Where would you like to do it? Wherever you wish? Wherever you wish? In the bedroom?
– Ok. Ok. As you say. As you say. “The evening has set in.” “Look the nights are getting young.” “The evening has set in.” “Look the nights are getting young.” “You are before me and I am before you.” “Then how can there
be indifference between us.” “Give yourself to me my love.” “I love you the whole night through.” “I love you the whole night through.” “The wetness of your
lips and your perfumed body.” “I am going crazy and
my body has lost control.” “Let it cross its limits.
Don’t stop it’s your promise to me.” “Give yourself to me my love.” “I love you the whole night through.” “I love you the whole night through.” “Let the storm of our
heartbeats come together.” “Amorous thoughts are settling in.” “My whole life has stopped.” “I don’t what kind
of a craving you are.” “My heart beats only for you.” “Give yourself to me my love.” “I love you the whole night through.” “I love you the whole night through.” “The evening has set in.” “Look the nights are getting young.” “You are before me and I am before you.” “Then how can there
be indifference between us.” “Give yourself to me my love.” “I love you the whole night through.” “I love you the whole night through.” Police station,
I am Sandhya Bhatnagar from 201.. Green Acers 201. I have killed a monster.. You bloody..! You bloody..! You blind girl! Don’t worry I’ll not allow you to die. I want your child. I won’t
let you to die the next 9 months. I am not a eunuch. I am not impotent. I am not a eunuch, Sandhya.. No! I am not impotent, Sandhya.
I want to prove it to my wife. Please give me a child.
Please give me a child. I want to show my wife
that I’m not incapable. Smart! Very smart Sandhya. You know that darkness is your forte. But you’re forgetting that
I have two matchsticks left. They’re enough to search for you. And if these get over then no problem,
I’ll wait for the morning. Because I love you Sandhya. I really love you.
Because I love you so much, Sandhya. I really love you so much. Not to worry, not to worry baby. I have one matchstick left.
May be that’s more important.. ..than the last bullet of your gun. I’ll find you.
Our love story is so unique, isn’t it? Our love story is so unique? But now we have to finish
this game of hide-n-seek. It’s enough. Oh so you’re sitting
here on the terrace. Nice place.
A moonlit night, warm breeze. What a wonderful setting Sandhya. “Where are you hiding..” Have you ever heard that
because of rape animals.. In animals the male
has to force the female. Only then do females enjoy sex. This is what you told me, isn’t it?
You were right. You said like a wild animal. I want
you to suffer worse than a wild animal. Do you know Prakash.. There is one type of insect in.. ..which the female has sex with
the male and later she kills him. That is what I will do to you today. “The valley has worn a sheet of clouds.” “Every corner is dancing to it.” “The valley has worn a sheet of clouds.” “Every corner is dancing to it.” “An unknown fear has gone now.” “So please open the windows.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “The valley has worn a sheet of clouds.” “Every corner is dancing to it.” “An unknown fear has gone now.” “So please open the windows.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “My heart says.. ..to have bath in this.” “Steal some drops from the clouds.” “Fill my hands with
pearl like drops of rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “The valley has worn a sheet of clouds.” “Every corner is dancing to it.” “An unknown fear has gone now.” “So please open the windows.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.” “Let me get wet in this rain.”