Any good thing takes time to become famous

These guys are illegitimate children who are born from the womb of cowards like you

The amount of blood that has flown from my hand ... you haven't even drunk that much milk from your mother

I will treat every woman as my sister-in-law and every girl as my sister ... except you

He is a white dressed butcher ... who in the name of profession is doing the business of dead bodies

Your prayers have turned my blood into fire ... don't bless your milk on me, if I don't bring back your husband

Time may have cleaned up your memory ... but every wound that you have given is still as much fresh in the heart of my mother ... as much as the tears of my father on my moral

Don't you dare touch the feet of my mother you swine ... there is heaven in the feet of a mother and I don't think you are good enough to touch these feet

It is better for a person to drink alcohol than drinking tears

I was hurt in the heart and the storm of pain was surging in my veins

Even if you auction yourself ... you still won't be able to put a price on my conscience

The sword of words will cut that thread of relationship ... that has tied us together

Childhood is like a blank page

Who is the one who has removed the ornament of motherly love from my mother's neck and instead put on the thread of marriage with his name ... who is the one for whom my mother keeps the Karva Chauth (auspicious) fast for his long life ... who is the one who is flourishing as love in my mother's heart and as hatred in my heart?

A newspaper doesn't survive on news ... it survives on spicy news

Today the gunpowder from your allegations has broken the wall of promise