First love is at the
first stage of blooming. With or without you Eyes glittering with the
dreams of our union. To you, I gravitate On this journey of life, in pursuit of your love.. All storms I shall brace, I promise. To you, I have surrendered myself irrevocably. Since the moment I met you Who on Earth is this
Devdas of Abdullahpur? Speak up! Speak up! Tell me who the hell is
this Devdas of Abdullahpur? Wait.. wait.. Hear me out!
Hey! Kashif, you goof! These kids are never going to change! Kashif! Catch him, catch him! (Shabbir humms a song) Greetings, brother Shabbir! Where are aunt’s scarfs that
I had given you for dyeing? Nanhe, handover the scarfs to her! Here you go! What about the rest of the scarfs,
brother Shabbir? You’ll get them tomorrow! Alright, I’ll take the remaining ones tomorrow [chaotically bolting and bumming] Kashif, watch where you’re going! I’ll hit you! Kashif, listen! Fakhar, it's you!! Jamila, control yourself!! I’ll hit you with a bottle! [crashes into car] [bottle smashing sound] [Kashif groaning in pain] You rascal... Are you blind? Can’t you see? I am telling you, please listen.. Screw your fumbling! You were coming and.. Why you! You come to Abdullahpur and have the audacity
of raising your hand on my best friend? Have you insured yourself, you fool? I'll kill you right here... right now.. [Fakhar smirks] Let go, move away. There’s an old saying… Angst in youth is detrimental to life. So be careful! Wise ones also say, inevitable doom
invites more dismay and trouble. Are you nuts?
What are you doing?! We’re so sorry sir Hey you! What are you so apologetic
and scared about.. huh? They might have big cars.
But we have bigger hearts If you ever dare to lay a finger on my friend,
I'll not spare you, you scoundrel!! Keep your toys to yourself Put a leash on your pet Get going You get out [Hurling slangs] What are you so scared of? That’s him right? The infamous batsman of Abdullahpur, Fakhar! That’s right. It’s him You’ve made a grave mistake, Fakhar A very grave mistake!! Aunt Sakeena! What happened? Fakhar got caught up in yet another brawl! This boy will not let me live in peace! It’s just yesterday that he broke
Mr Saleem’s window pane! I’m yet to pay off that debt.. ..and now a new nuisance! But this time, the brawl is bigger than
breaking a window. It involves a car owner! Car owner? Which car owner? You know the same guy.. whose banners are plastered all over the town. Moves with an entourage.. Rallies in this big swanky car for votes. You mean Bedaar Bakht? He was accompanied by
that guy with the ear piercing Yes yes I just rushed in to inform you. I’m off now! A marriage union between Fakhar
and my one and only daughter Jamila? Ridiculous! Tell me atleast one bad quality
that the guy possesses! There’s no trouble of in-laws. The huge house in the lane next to ours,
belongs to him! Plus the property on which you’ve opened
your tea café, also belongs to him. Our Jamila is blessed! You’ll get possession of your shop,
and she’ll get a home. All that does make sense Nafisa.. But he’s always lived alone What does he know
about fostering relationships? I have seen him... Uselessly wandering on
the streets all day, playing cricket... Plus I’ve heard he is a poet too Which means he’s truly good for nothing As a concerned father of a beloved daughter,
I see him as a mere loafer! Look brother, he will learn to build
relationships only when he is in one! He has the qualification of a B.A degree Even if he doesn’t manage to find a job, he could open up a shop of his own. Instead of wasting time in
some small time job... ...it’s better to have a
business of your own. Do you understand me? Yeah Eat this... Tell me, what did father say? Your father has reservations of
him having no family. What on earth is wrong with father? Its no less than a blessing
to marry a boy like that That’s what I said You went to the market right? Did you bring my scarfs? Yes I did! Come, let me show you! Here are your scarfs Take a look They’re nice right? Aunt Nafisa Father would come around right? See, on your behalf,
I have instigated the notion But don’t forget, scarfs are not enough to get things done your way. No no my sweet aunt.. Don’t you worry about that at all!
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I am getting my share of fifty thousand rupees from
my committee on the 7th of this month. You just convince father for this marriage and I’ll place the entire amount
of fifty thousand on your hand Then consider it a job done! Let go dork. Off I go now! Fakhar and I... Oh My God!! Why did you get into loggerheads with that goon? He raised his hand at Kashif So? So! Thankfully, I stopped him! Otherwise, the regret of those clowns hitting
my brother would have haunted me for life! Do you even know who
that clown like goon really is?? I know who he is.. It doesn’t matter to me who that guy is! That clown like goon is a candidate of provincial elections, the sole heir to the White Haveli,
the special ally of Bedaar Bakht Niaz Muhammad So? What do you mean so? Are you going to put your
life at stake for this devil? Rehaan gave you all the intel, right? Why do you care about that? Rehaan is deadmeat!!! Where are you headed? Sit right here! Sit! Now tell me What was the reason of the fight? Rehaan!! Hey you! Wait! Come here! Wait you scoundrel! I won’t spare you, mark my words! Give me all the details! Kashif recited Fakhar’s latest piece of poetry Wrapped it around a stone and threw it in
Iqbal- the butcher’s daughter Najma’s room. Oh my! And Najma ratted him to her father? Oh no, she did not Her father got a hold of the paper
and started screaming who is this Devdas of Abdullahpur? The moment Fakhar got to know of this antic,
he just lost his mind at Kashif! Oh, so that’s what it was all about! Yes Just a few more Only two, that’s it I’ll run out of them! The entire town is raging with the news that Bakhtiar Ahmed’s death has cast a
dark shadow on the political power of White Haveli I am glad you returned to Pakistan! [sigh] It was father’s wish that I studied at Oxford to serve and represent problems of our
people in the Assembly in a better way. I respect your admiration for selecting
a candidate from this palace, once again! Your family has always won
this seat of the provincial assembly God willing, victory shall be yours once again. God willing! Some of our loyal workers have few demands.. If they are catered to, then… Alright then.. Arrange a meeting. Right before elections incept,
all their demands shall be catered to! Any update on your admission, son? It’s been a month since you
submitted the application. The list has been announced aunt.. We’re heading towards the university now. Where’s Kashif? He’s addressing someone at the door.. Oh he’s right here. Pay attention please! Miss Jamila has especially
sent a delicious sweet delight full of pistachios and almonds Give Mr. Poet this is for you! Please complete this incomplete
tale as soon as you get time! Will this exchange of poetry ever halt so
that Jamila becomes part of the family? This girl and her daily delivery of delicacies... ...is what keeps my poetry going. Otherwise I am so out of her league Don’t expect fairies to descend on Abdullahpur.. Najma Iqbal and Jamila Deewan are the
only marriage options you have here She’ll descend aunt, she’ll descend. A fairy will surely descend in Abdullahpur, for me! A fairy? I hope you haven’t exaggerated in praising Gulbano Calling her a goddess of heavens
would have been an exaggeration But your goddess of heaven doesn’t talk
on Skype nor does she send pictures.. Upon insistence, she would send
a vague picture of herself on WhatsApp. Don’t you trust your mother’s eyes? That I do.. But.. I also possess a set of eyes! Your eyes don’t need to wait too long now I have called Gulbano over to Abdullahpur. You’re going to put this ring on her finger. But mother, what’s the point of this ceremony... ...considering we were engaged in childhood? All thanks to my elder sister’s foresight that
she got the two of you engaged before she passed away. Otherwise, a greedy man like Salabaat cannot be trusted. In a heartbeat, he would have wed Gulbano off to his son, Shehroze! And as far as this ring is concerned.. It is a tradition of our family.. Every bride of this Haveli
gets to wear this ring Come in! Where are you headed off to young man? I’m on my way to Zain’s farm house All friends are meeting there,
so that’s the scene. In my opinion.. You should go to the university. University? What should I go there for? Drop all plans and go to the university Gulbano is going to Abdullahpur What? And dad allowed her to? When has Jahan Ara Begum
ever sought permission? She only informed over the phone that Gulbano is meant to
come over to the Haveli. To which Salaabat simply
responded with a ‘Yes’ Why would dad do that? He is cognizant of my feelings for Gulbano
yet he doesn’t pay any heed! This is not good.. This is not good…!! So you’re headed to Abdullahpur? Yes Jahan Ara aunt has called over, I must go. Abdullahpur is so interesting. White Haveli.. and especially Bedaar Bakht. You know I admire poetic people
and places like that Ironically, for me that place is yet another cage! A White Haveli from the
times of British Raj.. Jahan Ara and her strict royal demeanour.. Bedaar and his political mannerisms... ...are same as uncle Salaabat’s. So you have no feelings for Bedaar? Dying mothers tend to arrange
their children’s wedding in advance, and then the child dies before death! So you’re only succumbing to this compromise
out of respect for your mother? You can say that.. But there’s more to it. What? This marriage is an escape
from Sheroze and his cage. Maybe you’ll find someone in Abdullahpur
who will set you free from all these cages Oh please, that’s only
fairy tale gibberish.. Because in real life, Uncles are like uncle Salabaat
and cousins are like Shehroze. A Prince charming is not
confided to fiction! Where’s my prince charming?
And when will I find him? Get off the car now! Come on! What is this rowdy misbehaviour? Don’t create a scene publicly! You’re the one creating a gimmickry of me and my love, Gulbano! Can’t you wrap your head around
the fact that I do not love you! I only understand one thing.. That you belong ONLY to me! Do you understand?? I do not belong to you! I’ll see who stops me from going to Abdullahpur!! Let’s go driver. Mother.. How much more are you going to
overload my bag? You keep stuffing it up. Today's quest of education
is no less than a battlefield. In that case mother,
Put a sword or two as well. [smirking] Hey, excuse me! Where do you think you
are headed with my diary? Please brother, let me! What do you mean? Return it right away! Give it back! Give it! Brother you already know! What? You know I’m not the smartest lad, nor are we from a privileged background So? Your poetry is my last resort.. I’ll use it to woo all the girls!! Hey come on now! Please dude help me out!! If you dare to associate
my poetry with your name.. I’ll rat you out! You will rat me out? That’s not even a possibility. Besides, it’s just a matter of 6 months. When my second semester starts,
you’ll apply again Mark my words.. Your name will shine
right at the top of the admission list! Truth of the matter is, I did not get in. But I’m not sulking over that. I’m elated that aunt Sakeena’s
son will be studying at a university She has always wanted you
to become a rich, educated man.. A professor just like your father Hang on a minute.. Why do you always address my mother as aunt? Because she is not actually my mother I mean she is my aunt after all...
that too a distant one. Oh please! Distant aunt!! You are my brother... Our blood is thicker than real brothers!! Come, hug me. Come on! What are you doing!! My back hurts.. I will miss you terribly! Me too! Come let’s pack. (Cricket commentary on tv) (Kashif cheers loudly) (Crowd cheers for Fakhar) Shaukat Shaukeen reporting live
from Abdullahpur's cricket ground Just two runs needed off the final ball. Our ace player Fakhar is gracing the crease In last 5 balls he has hit sixers on two balls
and fours on three balls Shamoon will bowl the final ball... For Black Tigers! The crowd is chanting Fakhar’s name
Two runs are needed off the final delivery! In last 5 balls he has hit sixers on two balls
and fours on three balls We are only moments away
from a potential victory Anything is possible at this point! Anything is possible? What happened? Where are you off to brother? Fakhar, please win this match for us! I stole three thousand rupees from
my dad's wallet! He will kill me!! Go tell your father we have
won the match, go away now! You blind punk Oh I’ve bid my father’s three thousand rupees.
He’ll strangle me to death You thief... I did it just so that I could... ...earn some money and go on a date. Is something the matter? There seems to be
a big mechanical problem here. Wonder what is wrong! I’m trying to figure it out Black Tigers’ Shamoon is bowling now! Fakhar! Fakhar!! Keep your eyes on the prize!
Look at the ball! Fakhar!! What was that!!? Fakhar! Fakhar, two runs is all we needed! What a disappointment!! It’s pouring rain! Here take this…
Why on earth is it not opening!! Why is the car not starting? It will take some time to fix this ma’am. You go away. Gulbano will be here any minute now.. The weather is quite bad. Send Niaz to check up on her. Yes, of course Why is the car not starting? Go, get the luggage out of the trunk. May I help you? Help me escort my luggage
to the haveli. Here you go, your five hundred bucks Here’s your phone The entire match is recorded on it! That’s what you said
the last time too You had recorded every punk of Abdullahpur
except the one I wanted to see. This time, there’s no one but him. Promise me. I swear. Run along now before dad comes.. Close the door on your way out! Okay! (Shaukat’s commentary running on mobile phone) Listen! What’s your name? Devdas of Abdullahpur. Devdas..!
