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Char Dil Char Rahen (1959)

Three love stories that take place simultaneously but do not intersect, because the characters do not interact with each other, even though they all live in the same neighborhood. Govinda, a gloomy Airai boy who was cruelly separated from his beloved girlfriend, Chalvi, who was expelled from the village. Johnny Braganza, a waiter who has just been released from prison after being unjustly accused of falsifying the accounts of the hotel owner, Ferrara, who successfully seduces Johnny's girlfriend, Stella. Now he is setting up a car garage at the same intersection.
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Three love stories that take place simultaneously but do not intersect, because the characters do not interact with each other, even though they all live in the same neighborhood. Govinda, a gloomy Airai boy who was cruelly separated from his beloved girlfriend, Chalvi, who was expelled from the village. Johnny Braganza, a waiter who has just been released from prison after being unjustly accused of falsifying the accounts of the hotel owner, Ferrara, who successfully seduces Johnny's girlfriend, Stella. Now he is setting up a car garage at the same intersection.

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Genre:Drama
Directed By:Khwaja Ahmad Abbas
Written By:Khwaja Ahmad Abbas, Inder Raj Anand, V.P. Sathe
In Theaters:12/1/1959
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Studio:Naya Sansar

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