Hum Tum Dushman Dushman

"Love Love..

..is neither degenerate..

..nor scoundrel..

..nor insane..

..nor crazy."

"Love is boss. Love is boss."

"Love is boss. Love is boss."

"Love is boss. Love is boss."

"Love is boss. Love is boss."

"Color it. Color it. Color it."

"Color it. Color it. Color it."

"Colors everyone in its color."

"Love is boss. Love is boss."

"Love is boss."

"Love is boss. Love is boss."

"It isn't afraid of anyone."

"It does not bow to anyone."

"It neither stops nor dies."

"It is eternal."

"Love is boss. Love is boss."

"Love is boss. Love is boss."

"Love is boss. Love is boss."

Maybe..

Maybe he wanted to make the sun rise.

But..

But death rose.

I wish the lines of my blood were with those two lines.

Munna.

Munna.

Where did Munna go?

Munna!

Looks like he has gone far with Noora.

Noora.

Stop, Noora.

Noora!

Noora. Stop, Noora.

Are you a terrorist?

No.

A soldier.

It is very sweet.

Take it.

Why did you shoot?

When confidence in each other weakens..

..anything is possible.

Anything.

How is it?

It is good.

You are an odd man.

You shoot and offer sweets too.

What do you think of Kashmir?

I fell in love with it at first sight.

"Are you good or are you pretty?"

"Or are you excellent?"

"Are you good or are you pretty?"

"Or are you excellent?"

"How do I describe you?"

"You are simply like a poem."

"You are simply like a poem."

"Are you good or are you pretty?"

"Or are you excellent?"

"It is a lie that a person only falls in love once."

"Only once."

"Every time I look at you. I fall in love each time."

"I fall in love each time."

"Are you love or are you romance?"

"Are you love or are you romance?"

"How do I describe you?"

"You are simply like a poem."

"You are simply like a poem."

"Are you good or are you pretty?"

"Or are you excellent?"

"You are my desire, my yearning and my craving."

"You are my heart's passion."

"You mean the world to me."

"Love and respect too."

"Love and respect too."

"You are my desire, my yearning and my craving."

"You are my heart's passion."

"You mean the world to me."

"Love and respect too."

"Love and respect too."

"How do I describe you?"

"You are simply like a poem."

"You are simply like a poem."

"Are you good or are you pretty?"

"Or are you excellent?"

Bring it.

Who are you?

How did you get inside?

Noora, come.

Noora, come.

Come, come, come.

Come, Noora.

Be careful.

Easy. Easy.

When will we cross the border?

The moon is out now. Let it set.

Hey, don't light the cigarette. They will fire at us.

I know. But I can surely hold it in my hand.

That reminded me of something.

You know that hero from Indian films. He said a good dialogue.

The enemy passes out when I take a puff.

Brother has come.

Greetings. - Greetings.

Shall we go, brother?

Not now at night. We shall cross the border early morning. Get it?

Yes, brother.

Brother, you got late coming here. We were afraid.

That's right, brother.

Don't be afraid. Death cannot kill death.

Where were you so long, brother?

That's right, brother.

I was playing. I enjoy playing with death.

Noora, let's go.

Noora.

Noora!

Don't go there, Noora!

Noora.

"Oh God."

Munna.

Maybe murder is my destiny.

First..

..I lost Hamid.

Then..

..two young children.

I have only Munna left now..

..for whose return I can wait.

The moon is going to set now, brother. It is almost dawn.

Get up. Let's go.

Okay.

Yes.

This is Brigadier Darshan Singh.

This is Barkha Dikshit from B channel.

Sir, there are reports of firing at night.

Yes. But nothing is serious.

Nothing is serious?

Good morning, sir. - Good morning, sir.

Yes. Good morning.

Did you see any movement there in the morning?

No sir.

Sir, some corpses have been spotted there.

That means all of them were killed.

Sir, your mobile is on.

How is that possible? Hello.

Whose corpses were seen there, sir?

There are no corpses here, ma'am.

But there is talk about corpses.

No. Shots were fired in the dark and some animals were killed.

They are referring to those corpses. But nothing is serious.

Old journalist and new mobile always give you tension.

It never hangs up.

Kuldeep...

Sir.

Go to that spot for inspection and give me a report.

Was everyone there killed or did someone survive?

Sir.

And one soldier will go with you.

Who is that, sir? - One-one-eight.

Sir.

One minute. Turn.

Don't laugh! Shut up!

What is that?

This?

There are plenty in my village. That's why I am used to them.

Why do you have such habits?

I don't know why. I like it when death plays games with me.

Sir, this boy has come from the village recently.

But he talks big, sir.

Although I don't think he even knows to hold a gun properly, sir.

Okay. You teach him.

No go. Start the mission.

Head down. They will shoot.

You don't even know how to do this perfectly. Duffer!

Shit! Down. Down.

My head is down and yet..

Okay.

Sir, you did not like it..

..so the scorpion.. - Scorpion?

I threw it there.

Head down.

They will shoot.

What if there is a scorpion there?

Nothing will happen, sir. I am here for you.

Good. Very good.

Sir, are you afraid of death? - no.

Then why are you afraid of scorpions?

Because I don't like to suffer before death.

Death should be calm.

Oh! - Peaceful. Calm.

The last time I saw someone suffering I shot at him.

Scoundrel.

A person should die in peace at least.

He is a rascal.

What?

Nothing, sir. Nice. You are very merciful.

I too feel that sometimes.

What do they know? They are already peacefully dead.

This will contain all the information.

Maybe it contains heated lectures from their heads..

..which makes them hot-blooded and they come here to die.