Party?
What? Hell no.
Parties are for jobless people.
Do you know a game called the Battle of Thrones?
It's a cool game. Try playing it sometime.
Well, there's a challenge called Endless Maze.
We can't finish it unless we play it all day and night.
Only six people could finish it worldwide.
That's why this preparation.
Seven comes after six.
Bhargav never quits.
I even took four days of leave, you know?
I thought games are played during your leisure time.
I've never heard of anyone skipping work to play games.
Revenge.
Revenge can make us do anything.
Revenge?
Against whom?
Well, there is someone. He threw down a challenge.
He even bet on me not being able to finish it, you know?
A quarrel with your friend?
Absolutely not. He is not my friend.
I don't even know him.
Actually, we met through an online forum.
I don't remember his name.
But I remember the revenge.
Revenge against an unknown person?
Well, I don't have anything else in my life.
I'm idle.
Thanks.
So, Bhargav on the battlefield...
-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.
The match was amazing, right?
I'm waiting for the...
You came out of your room?
But how?
There's no power cut either.
Did your computer crash?
Then?
Did the entire game crash?
Don't talk rubbish, Aishu.
Apologise.
Don't tell me you're changing into a normal person.
Don't have such foolish hopes.
Ice cream fell on the computer chair.
I'm waiting for it to dry.
Hi, Akhil.
What's up?
Hey, nothing. Just usual.
Work, family,
-Aishwarya and-- -[snores]
Gayathri.
That's wrong. That's mean.
If you marry him by any chance,
you'll never have to sing lullabies.
Kids will fall asleep on their own if he starts talking.
Gayathri, I said stop!
It's okay, Aishu.
We're used to it.
Anyway, Gayathri, don't you have any plans for Valentine's Day?
No, no. All that is for normal people like us.
They belong to a higher plane with a higher purpose.
Right, Gayathri?
Yeah.
That's right.
Gayathri...
Akhil and I plan to do some cooking today.
Congrats.
What about you?
You don't have to worry about me.
My body could be here.
But my mind is in my room.
Why don't you keep your body where your mind is for a change?
Please.
Please!
We have some work.
I'll go after the ice cream dries.
Promise?
Promise.
Done.
Lucky boy.
Before or after dinner?
What?
I mean sex.
Aishu!
Aishu.
It's done.
You can go.
Two things.
Don't make too much noise and use protection.
What do you mean you finished the Endless Maze, bro?
Fuck.
You must either be great or crazy.
How, bro?
Ambition, motivation and inspiration are not enough for a man to win, bro.
Revenge.
Revenge can make you win too.
Who said this, bro?
Spider-Man or Batman?
The father of them all, bro.
Our very own Balayya Babu.
My foot.
Revenge against an unknown character?
You're such a jobless person passing time.
Oh. Okay then.
If this is because of joblessness,
what about the Cricket World Cup, the Olympics, gold, bronze medals?
Those are also because of joblessness, right?
Those are also for time-pass, right?
There.
You got the point now.
So, your revenge is against your sister.
Sister?
I'm missing something.
Basically, his sister is a sports champion, bro.
-So, he-- -Oh, Gayathri.
You and your foolish assumptions.
This revenge is not against my sister.
But my father.
Father?
I'm missing something again, bro.
What's with you, bro?
Okay, hear me out.
Basically, his family is rather stout.
Hey.
I mean it's a big family of wrestlers.
His father is a physical education teacher.
And he sucks at sports.
Scared of the ball and angry at the goal.
On top of that, his sister is a sports superstar.
Unfortunately, his father looks down on him due to that.
For him, his father is...
Whatever, bro.
It's hard to define.
Is that right, Bhargav?
Bang on, Gayathri. Bang on.
Even boys can't escape patriarchy issues.
Well, anyways,
today is Valentine's Day.
My wife cooked biryani.
I'll process his story while eating that.
Careful, bro. Don't mistake bones for meat.
No worries, bro.
It'll digest.
[bed creaking]
Oh, fuck!
What is it?
Can't you hear? Aishwarya and Akhil.
They've started.
Nice!
Lucky fellows.
Especially Akhil.
She's making too much noise on purpose.
Just to annoy me.
This is what's known as being passive-aggressive.
Hey, come on, Gayathri.
Why would they think about you while they're at it?
Hi, guys!
You showed up at the right time.
Aishwarya's giving background score to our game.
Huh?
Oh-ho.
Wow!
That's the right way to celebrate Valentine's Day, bro.
But look at us.
What about you, bro?
You have your "chatting girls," right?
That was last year, bro. I have something better this year.
You know...
there's a fanfic porn of our Battle of Thrones.
That's old stuff, Roshan.
But it's new to me.
It was overwhelming.
Dirty and sexy...
Dirty...
I locked my room
and got busy since this morning, non-stop.
My hand hurts.
Ew!
What?
Valentine's Day, bro.
Can't I do this at least?
[bed creaking continues]
Well, Roshan.
You wanted me to teach you how to fight in this game, right?
Yes.
Do you want to learn now?
Yes.
I'm ready. Go ahead.
Not here.
I'm back. Did I miss something?
Already?
I stuffed myself on the biryani.
It's up to my throat. I hope it doesn't come out.
I don't think it'll die.
-I'm going. -On a date, bro?
Very funny, bro.
Bye.
-Yay! -It's dead!
Your photo could've been here
-had you continued playing sports. -Yeah.
That's right.
But there would've also been a garland on that photo.
Are you on your computer all the time?
Or do you play any sport sometimes?
No, I do play sports.
On my computer.
That's right. You'll never change.
Wow! That's exactly what I think about you.
Nice! I'm your son, all right.
Hey, break this coconut for me.
Wait, him?
A coconut?
It's okay. Give it to me.
Your mother must've told you.
Your sister's daughter won gold in the 100-metre race.
She's just five years old.
Many of them can earn medals.
But what I do is very rare.
In fact, only five of them have done it so far.
Is it? What is it, anyway?
An endless maze in the game...
Why bother? You wouldn't get it anyway.
Then, show it to me.
You don't play my games anyway.
At least, teach me your games. I'll try.
-Are you serious? -What else can I do?
You don't know anything.
Do you know there are so many games?
Kabaddi, hockey, football,
baseball, volleyball, throwball...
So many balls.
Gayathri, is this the place where I can learn to fight?
Yes. We're almost there.
Let's go.
Wow!
What's this place, Gayathri?
It was once called the Red Rose area.
Built exclusively for lovers.
And now?
Red Light area.
Anyone can meet anyone.
Let's go.
Wow.
Can't deny it.
The designer of this game has a huge heart.
These buildings were restaurants and coffee shops once, you know?
Well, why did you bring me here?
You wanted to learn how to fight, right?
Yes.
Come.
Oh... Whoa!
Are we kissing?
Shut up and press Ctrl+K.
Good. Don't stop.
Welcome, welcome.
This is my fort.
I'm the king of this fort.
There are 14 rooms in total.
One dungeon and more than 20 monster slaves.
Take one if you want.
A slave?
What should I do with it?
You can do anything.
You can torture it or kill it.
Try it out once. You'll remember it forever.
See? Isn't it fun?
Congrats on your first murder.
Not this.
Is there any kind of option for the two of us to fight in this game?
There is.
But never mind.
You'll lose.
Hey, why will I lose?
My guy is like a bodybuilder.
Your guy's like a mouse, wearing that coat.
Nana, that's not a coat. It's a cape.
And, whether here or anywhere else,
you don't need a body to win.
-You need skill. -Yeah, right.
Remember how you broke your nose, playing cricket as a child?
Nana, I've told you many times.
I'm scared of balls.
That's why I don't know cricket.
Hey, let's fight already.
Behave like a man at least once in your life.
Fine.
Be prepared to see blood.
Nice.
Give me some keys.
My foot.
Attack.
Hey!
Did you hear? He is a bigger joke than the joke he cracked.
Bhargav!
What are you doing here?
All okay?
I killed my father, Aishwarya.
-What? -You killed him?
Yeah.
I killed him.
In the game.
Oh!
It feels so good.
Soul liberating.
-Hi, Akhil bro. -Hi.
Isn't it like a legendary character?
The son who killed his father.
There's so much emotion in our language.
The son who killed his father.
Wow! Heavy!
Have you ever felt this way, bro?
Did you want to kill your dad?
That's not a common feeling.
You know what, Aishu?
With this, it feels like all my mental and emotional problems got solved.
Oh. That's good.
Great.
I feel new and confident.
It feels so normal, Aishu.
Don't grow so many expectations.
Take it slow.
No, Aishu.
By normal, I didn't mean like Akhil.
More normal than before.
I feel so secure.
So secure that I'll cut my hair if you ask me to.
No! I won't ask it and neither do you have to do it.
-I understand. -Yeah.
We'll catch up, bro, sometimes.
-Yeah... -We'll talk about normal days.
-Okay? -Yeah.
See you.
-What the fuck is wrong with him? -Forget it.
Hi, Gayathri.
Hey, what's up?
Yesterday was super fun, right?
What are you talking about?
About the Red Light district.
The kiss.
Did you have a nightmare or something?
No, it was good.
Oh, so it was a dream.
How would I know about your dream, Roshan?
Well...
Never mind. Forget it.
Come on, Roshan, kiss me.
Huh?
Like you're running out of breath. Like it's your last kiss.
-What? -Kiss me, dude!
Are you playing with me, Gayathri?
What did I do?
This, right here.
Acting differently there and differently here.
How?
Please, Gayathri. Don't tease me.
Okay.
It's a bit complicated, but hear me out carefully.
Making out with the idea of Roshan is okay for me.
But actually making out with Roshan is not okay.
For example...
If I close my eyes...
Mmm... Roshan!
But when I open my eyes,
it turns into, hmm, Roshan.
That's the matter.
Okay.
I'll show you now.
I'll see whatever you show me.
Come on, Roshan. Kiss me.
Bro, what's up?
How long have you been playing?
About three or four hours.
Oh, six hours.
Bro, you remember my wife's colleague Karthik who I mentioned?
Colleague?
Well, the live concert. The scapegoat.
Oh, yeah. The scapegoat.
Bro, he was hanging my laundry to dry when I came home yesterday.
-What? -On top of that,
he ordered dinner for my entire family, served it
and helped my kids wash up too.
What about you?
I sat like a king and collected energy crystals.
In fact, he's with Shravanthi now, packing lunch for my kids.
I wonder what they're laughing about. Fools.
I'm really lucky, bro.
Hey, Bhargav!
Come on. Rematch.
Bro, give me ten seconds.
I'll kill my dad and be back.
Bro...
do you know
my father loves sports?
Especially football.
Hey. Good morning.
Hey.
So?
Boxers, dude!
Oh. It's okay, Gayathri.
I don't have such problems anymore.
Akka,
you don't have to knock on my door hereafter.
You can clean it anytime.
What happened to you?
Not sure, Gayathri.
Ever since I killed my father,
I feel like nothing can stop me anymore.
Maybe I became normal like our Akhil.
No... You call this normal?
What we are originally is what we call normal.
You know Ranveer Singh.
He wears bizarre clothes. That's normal.
If he wears formals, it's abnormal.
But if others dress up like Ranveer,
that's abnormal for them.
Normal is different for everyone.
And, moreover, this boxer look isn't suiting you.
Whatever, Gayathri.
I'm comfortable.
That's what is important, right?
The way I feel when I'm with you...
Gayathri...
is...
well...
It's nothing.
Bhargav,
is everything okay?
You're not being foolish, are you?
I mean, cutting your hair,
proposing to Gayathri, things like that.
Aishwarya, I have already told you.
Our show is not like that.
You and your rom-com fantasy.
Bhargav,
what's happening?
Your gaming and bonding?
It's going well, Amma.
What say, Nana?
Didn't you tell Amma?
What would he say?
-You tell me. -No, no.
Nana should say it.
Tell her, Nana.
Amma is asking you.
Your son played football with my head.
What do you mean "played football with your head"?
Well, Nana is interested in sports.
He killed me in that game, cut off my head and played football with it.
Hey, Bhargav!
What's this?
So, what if it's just a game? He's your father.
He must value it first.
Okay. I thought we could get closer at least like this.
Or why would I bother?
I felt the same, Nana.
"Your sister is better than you."
"Your sister's daughter is better than you."
Every time you say such things...
every time I see the disappointment in your eyes...
I used to feel the same, Nana.
Like my head was cut off, clean.
I bottled up those feelings since childhood.
But still...
I shouldn't have done that.
I'm sorry, Nana.
Me too.
I... I'm... I'm sorry.
But you shouldn't have played football.
It's okay.
Eat.
Hey, Anand bro. Where's Gayathri?
One sec, bro.
Karthik bro.
Can you check on Shruthi's school assignment?
Yeah, sure, Anand. I'll handle it.
Thank you so much, bro. You're my guardian angel.
Loser.
Bro, Gayathri?
Oh, yeah. She went to the Red Light district with Roshan.
What!