Here the story should have ended ... Ragini's youth was incomplete when she died ... any man of any religion would be good for her ... as Ragini's soul just wanted to have a nuptial night

The gathering of men was left waving their hands ... but the season of union never came ... Ragini handled the hunger of her youth ... but her dad didn't let her eat even one banana ... forget a banana, she didn't even get one cucumber ... and neither did she play catch me, in any man's arms

We were three Ramsay brothers ... two of them have lost it ... I'm the only Ramsay remaining

The whole village was talking about Ragini's beauty ... young guys had written letters for her with their blood ... but to keep every sin away from her daughter ... her father was standing at her doorstep