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Dakota 2023-09-28 17:32:53
Watching henna in the middle of the night~ Scared me and my mother to...
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Kallie 2023-09-21 12:46:14
The three views are broken, if I am the heroine, I will definitely take the...
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Summer 2023-09-10 06:27:03
Typical Indian movies, Indian...
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Antonette 2023-09-09 22:49:12
Shanzhai's "Sparrow Becomes...
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Derick 2023-09-03 05:42:24
The plot is seriously...
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Blaise 2023-08-10 12:27:18
The childhood memories I watched on the movie channel, I still remember the...
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Easton 2023-07-21 06:59:07
I love Indian movies and sing and...
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Nikolas 2023-07-17 17:17:01
I saw that love can change a...
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Lou 2023-07-10 19:13:54
Praise the beauty of human nature. . . Is there still such a person in today's society? . ....
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Colin 2023-06-13 05:06:57
I watched it in cctv6 when I was in junior high...
Chori Chori Chupke Chupke Comments
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Isobel 2022-10-10 22:12:29
"Love Without a Trace": Is this love or patriarchy?
Even people who are not medical students know that giving birth to a child is the result of the cooperation between men and women, but for some reason, since ancient times, the responsibility of giving birth to a child has been anchored on women. When a child is born, it is a man. It is the woman's...
Chori Chori Chupke Chupke quotes
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Madhubala: [clutching her stomach] No! I won't give you my child. This is my kid, I'm it's mother, not you. I won't give it to you!
Priya Malhotra: [crying] Madhu, don't do this! You promised me this child. YOu're blessed, you can become a mother again. I can't even have children anymore
Madhubala: Fine. You wan't my child, you can have it. Will you give me your husband?
Priya Malhotra: [slaps Madhu] So you show your true colours at last! A prostitiute can never change! I thought otherwise, I thought that a whore could have a heart, but you turned out to be exactly what a whore is! You're asking me to trade you my husband?
Priya Malhotra: Oh, I see! So it's not okay for me to ask for your husband, but you have the right to ask a mother for her child?
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Madhubala: [to Asha] When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me a story of a princess. And how, one day a handsome prince would come riding on a horse and take her away to be his bride. As I grew up, lots of Princes came. Not on horses, but in big white cars.
[crying]
Madhubala: But no one came to make me his bride. They all came to buy me.
