Amba: Sir, this is my gift! I have the sole right to choose the groom I want to marry.
Bischoff: Girl! You are a small child. You may not know our marriage rights system. It's the number one type of marriage that our scriptures tell us about. Kasi Maharaj, what do you say?
(Kasi Maharaja bows his head. The stage becomes a battlefield.)
Song: Banda Bishman Salwa clash
Kasirajan bowed his head ... to shoot the arrow there, the Bishman Salwa clash took place ... the Bishman Salwa clash took place ....
(Salva fights with Bhishma. Salva loses. Amba stops Bhishma, falls at his feet and begs the front.)
Amba: Grandfather! ... Forgive me. He and I are already mentally connected. You have to help the psychic put both of us together.
Bischoff: Girl! Glad to see your determination. My brother, the fairy-tale hero, can never be happy if you line up Salva as a groom. Let your two sisters come with me ... You can smell the salve of your choice and live happily ever after!
Amba: Grandfather! .... I cannot believe my eyes .... What ... dream ... dream ... I will never forget you in my life!
Bischoff: Good Amba! Even in another lifetime, you will never forget me! ...
Amba: Another lifetime? ... what are you saying ?
Bischoff: I say for seven generations. Well, I bless you for getting sixteen and living a life of luxury ... Salwa! Take your belongings with you!
(Salva stares in shock. Amba gets up and happily lends her hand to wake Salva up. Salva rejects it. Amba is shocked.)
Amba: My heartfelt son-in-law! ... what is wrong with you? Is it wrong to beg Bischoff the day before for you?
Salva: Who am I to say that your will is wrong ... but I am Chhattisgarh ... I have the right to arrest you only if you win the battle. I do not have the mind to beg for the lost object. Forgive me !
Amba: Under the blue canopy Picture roof, a little branch in the sphere, GameTime all praise me, you say holding my hand. That I had lost my right of control!
Salva: The loser ... the one who lost the right to speak. No longer are you the subject of Bischoff! Getting it as a beggar is not Santriya Dharma.
Amba: I mean ... is not your life?
Salva: One slave, you can never love another slave ... Forgive me!
Amba; Godfather! You saw it too! Tell me a way!
Bischoff: Nana ... I'm a prostitute ... I can not marry you. If I were to talk to you for a while more it would be a drag on my bravado .. Forgive me too!
