Bhabhi

"Come on. Fly off, little bird."

"Come on. Fly off, little bird. As this place is not yours anymore."

"Come on. Fly off, little bird. As this place is not yours anymore."

"Come on. Fly off, little bird."

"The branch on which you had your nest is not yours anymore."

"The branch on which you had your nest is not yours anymore."

"You are here today. You might be somewhere else tomorrow."

"It was a hermit's life."

"This wasn't your property."

"This wasn't your property."

"It was a temporary shelter."

"This has always been the norm."

"Come on. Fly off, little bird. As this place is not yours anymore."

"Come on. Fly off, little bird. As this place is not yours anymore."

"Come on. Fly off, little bird."

Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

Brother, there's one dosage left. Take it. - (Thunder crashing)

You will feel better.

Sister.

Now the time has come when prayers...

...are required and not medicine.

Praise the Lord. Where is Ratan?

I'm beside you, father.

Sister.

Bring Rajan, Ramesh and Billu to me.

Right away.

Ratan. My son. Come here.

Sit. - Father.

Don't worry. Coming and going is part of life.

Listen to me.

I'm leaving behind responsibilities and not wealth for you.

My son. After me, your brothers...

Not just your brothers, their sons too. - (Thunder crashing)

Promise me that you'll look after them even at the cost of your life.

This is my duty. Why do you need a promise for duty?

May God protect you.

Son, this house of yours is...

...mortgaged to advocate Motilal for 1000 rupees.

Get this house un-mortgaged anyhow.

Sure. I'll not let this mark of yours perish.

Brother, the kids are here.

Sister, please recite Ramayana's lines which I hear from you every day.

It's the tradition of the Raghu dynasty.

We would rather die than break our promise.

Father.

Ratan, I never imagined your father would pass away so soon.

He was a really noble man.

Uncle, father's gone. But where do we go?

Don't worry. I'll do whatever I can for you.

We are already under your debt.

Our house is mortgaged to you.

Whenever the God gives me the strength I'll surely repay your 1000 rupees.

No. I didn't lend the money to your father...

...I helped him as a friend.

I'll tear that pro note right away. No, uncle.

Father's last wish was that when I am independent...

...I should repay your debt first.

Rajan, if you want I can make arrangements for your studies in Bengaluru itself.

My son Jeevan and my daughter Tara also go to school.

You can also go with them.

No, uncle. I don't want to study any further.

If I go to school who's going to take care of my younger brothers.

I want to start a small business.

Son, you need finance for business.

Yes. After father's final rites there are 25 rupees left.

I have kept it safely.

You've matured at such a tender age.

Anyways, don't worry. Go to Mysore today itself.

I have a friend who is a cloth merchant there.

I'll write a letter for him.

He'll surely help you.

You've Motilal's letter.

Let alone the letter...

...I can lend you a million at his behest.

Would like to drink something? - I am not thirsty.

Okay. How much cloth do you need?

As much as you think appropriate.

Gafoor. - Yes.

Look, give him as much cloth as he can carry.

Yes.

Lad, this is your own shop.

You can come here any time.

May your business flourish even more.

It's all given by God.

We are just his followers.

Keep it here.

Okay. Thank you very much.

I'll settle the dues on daily basis.

May the God grant you success.

Okay. See you.

God be with you.

Cheap, good and lasting cloth.

Cheap, good and lasting cloth.

Do you want? - Show me.

Clothes. Silk, cotton. All new designs.

It's okay.

Rest for a little time for once.

Come on. I am young man.

Come on.

Going cheap.

Come on. Place your bets.

1 rupee. 1 rupee.

2 rupees. 2 rupees.

2.5 rupees. - 2.5 rupees.

3 rupees. - 3 rupees.

The cloth's price was 6 rupees.

Aunt. Aunt.

You forgot something.

Here's the remaining 4 rupees.

God bless you.

Or shopkeepers these days deny taking money even after taking it.

Are Diwali arrangements on?

Give my regards to your father. Okay.

You don't get fever these days, right?

Listen. Are the exams over?

Study hard.

Hello, Mr. Ratan.

Hello, Munshiram.

Tell me. What is it?

We need to send orders for fresh materials.

The handloom saris are out of stock.

All are sold.

We ordered goods worth 15,000 just last week.

By the God's grace, we have received orders worth 20,000 in advance.

Anyone who buys things from this shop once...

...ever goes to any other shop.

Munshiram, the credit doesn't go to me.

The shop is flourishing thanks to hard working and honest people like you.

Rattan, who can bargain with a noble man like you?

Here. Here's the draft.

Sign. I'll send it with the order today itself.

Here.

See you.

Father, every wish of yours is coming true.

The shop is making roaring business.

The plants you planted have grown into trees.

Ramesh is preparing for law studies.

Rajan will be a doctor soon.

Billu too has become wise.

And now even I'm a father.

But of a motherless son.

Your daughter-in-law is no more.

Father, bless me so that I can always keep the promise I made you.

You give it try. I can't convince Ratanlal.

Let him come. I think I can convince him.

Uncle. - Oh. You are here.

It's okay. - When did you come?

By the afternoon train.

Sit. Tell me. How are you?

Good by your grace.

I want to discuss something urgent with you.

Sure. Tell me.

I am here with a marriage proposal for you.

My marriage? - Yes.

But I should now worry about Rajan's marriage.

I have never even thought so about myself.

That's your upbringing.

But I have made this decision thoughtfully.

Uncle, I can't argue with you.

But I'll say this. A year after Sushila passed away...

...remarrying is... - That's true.

But I'm saying something on the basis of my experience.

Jeevan was very small when his mother passed away.

I raised him the way I could.

And you know what Jeevan is now.

Only a mother can raise children.

If not for yourself, marry for the sake of this baby.

I have a poor well cultured girl from a reputed family for you.

Think about it. He's right.

Uncle, you're like my father.

But I can't make any decision on my own.

Wait. Daughter-in-law is stepping into the house.

It's not right for a widow to go before her.

Don't mind, dear.

You see. They humiliated the poor girl.

It's not them. It's the money talking.

God has turned a cloth seller into a merchant.

And look at the bride.

She looks like an eggplant with legs and hands.

Did you expect him to find a damsel like me?

He's aged.

He buys dye from our shop every day.

This is Mitthu.

My first wife's... - I know.

He's so cute. My darling son.

Why are you crying?

It's nothing.

I got reminded of my little sister Lata.

Lata.

Your little sister?

Yes. She is not my blood sister.

She is my uncle's daughter.

She was orphaned when she was little.

Since then we raised her.

I have never let her out of my sight even for a second.

Then call her here.

It will be a good thing.

It will bring the house to life.

But I am afraid of something.