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Kill that ***!
Madan...Madan Chopra
Beat this *** up!
Hit the ***, keep hitting him!
Get off! Get the hell off my son! Leave him alone!
Madan Chopra. Madan Chopra, how dare you touch my son!
For now I've just shot him on the arm.....but if he doesn't return my Business Property papers then I'll cut his body into so many little pieces you'll keep counting them till the day you die!
A Mother counts the many ways she can benefit her son's future, count the many ways she can bless him. She doesn't count pieces of his dead body.
If anything happens to my son then I'll cut your body into pieces! I'll rip it into shreds, rip it to shreds.
MAA!
Mom...Mom what the hell happened?. Oh no, Mom, Mom...
For 15 years, the way my Mom suffered - the way her anguished eyes felt like tears of blood, have now actually fallen.
Now the calm before the storm has passed, now the storm will come. Now it'll come Madan Chopra!
With this hand you hit my Mother didn't you?
It was this very hand you used to hit her, didn't you? Didn't you?!
Ajay...Ajay.
Mom-In-Law...
Where is Ajay???
Stop Ajay! STOP!
For your Mom's sake, stop! Don't do it!
Mom...
Mom......Maa!
Maa.
Ajay........
Oh Son, what happened to you? What happened? Don't worry, I am here now.