Arna was my daughter's name.
That day was Arna's friend's birthday.
Careful, Arna.- Okay, mom.
Arna are you feeling sleepy, sweetheart?
He's responsible for Arna's death.
Okay, mom. Good night, Arna.
Sir! You only killed Arna.
Arna… Arna… Arna… Arna, don't leave me, sweetie.
Arna…! Sweetie, how are you?
That night, Arna and I were driving slowon the flyover.
That night, Arna and I were driving slow on the flyover.
But, Arna wants bike… She wanted to go on a bike.
But, Arna was wanted to go on a bike… She forced it.
Arna was both our life and world… Our life… Was a joyous one.