Rubbing the soil of Hrishikesh on his Hands.
is Meerut's wrestler Badri,
who is up against wrestler Loharu of Hrishikesh in dark red trunks.
What's this?
Right after the handshake, Badri pounces on Loharu.
Damn.
He crumples him like a piece of paper drags him across the dirt.
That must have hurt. Curses.
One, two... and that's three.
And with that, Hrishikesh's wrestler Loharu
is defeated.
That's Badri's fourth straight win today.
I've seen enough.
Looks like only social media wrestlers are left in Hrishikesh
Right?
Total fakes.
Wrestling isn't their game anymore.
They've got no strength left at all...
Now that's amazing.
Absolutely fantastic.
That's more like it.
The rising star of the wrestling world--
state champion Shivansh Chaturvedi
Sunny! Sunny! Sunny! Sunny!
If Badri has the strength of an elephant,
Sunny has the agility of a cheetah.
Bravo!
Well done. This is brilliant.
And with that, Sunny slams him to the ground.
Badri must have cracked all his ribs.
Har... Har... Mahadev!
Incredible.
Give Sunny a thunderous ovation.
He has made us proud.
The boy was exceptional.
Sunny! Sunny! Sunny! Sunny!
Come and collect your reward, young man.
The prize money is Rs. 51,000.
What are you saying, sir?
Did I leave my train behind and come here for the prize money?
I came here to make Hrishikesh proud.
Give the reward to Badri.
Alright.
You were impressive.
You should know, the girls in my college
ask for your number--
not mine.
Listen...
don't mention girls to me too often.
Got it?
Get the tyre pressure checked.
Yes, brother.
- And... park the motorcycle at my place. - Yes, brother.
Don't take it out for a spin.
Yes, brother.
All the best, brother.
Come back as the national champion.
Who can stop me?
Pilot uncle,
at least drive the bus at the speed the ticket costs.
My training starts in Sonipat.
I'll miss my train.
Look. Look.
Brothers and sisters,
this boy is misbehaving with me.
What nonsense.
Unbelievable, Mr. Wrestler--
What has the world come to?
Hold my hand. Why did you let go?
Hold it.
Stop this bus right now. Stop it.
Stop the bus! Stop!
Of course. Driver, stop the bus.
Bro, you've built such a massive body,
but how can your thinking be so petty?
Not petty, brother—filthy.
Because of boys like him,
decent, innocent, naive girls like me
can't even step out of the house.
Innocent?
She was stealing his wallet,
and now she's playing the woman card.
But I still have my wallet.
Because I caught her red-handed.
Get him down.
Listen to me...
Get him down. Come on.
Yes, throw him out.
Get down. Get down.
Make him get down.
I am a state champion.
Stop pushing.
- Make him get down. Do it now. - Do I look like a pickpocket?
Hey, leave me.
Don't let him go.
Come on, take him to the police.
I'll teach you a lesson today.
Sunny! Sunny! Sunny!
How could you do something like this being an athlete?
Take a good look at this shameless,
perverted, womanising wrestler.
Shivansh Chaturvedi, aka Sunny--
That's his name.
"Womanising wrestler."
You've gone viral, son.
Your reputation is ruined.
How will you become a national champion now?
"Womanising wrestler."
"Take a good look at this shameless,
perverted, womanising wrestler."
"Womanising wrestler."
(Religious song playing)
Hi, friends.
I'm back with a new vlog today.
Actually, today marks my mother-in-law's anniversary.
Although I never met her,
we celebrate her death anniversary every year,
as a ritual, with full pomp, just like my birthday.
Take a look.
Everyone's eating in the backyard.
Everyone's having their meal--
Listen... the sweets. Where are the sweets?
Can't you see I'm making a vlog?
You cut in right in the middle of my reel.
Pintu.
- That's Pintu ji—my husband. - Go call father.
They're almost done eating.
Mom...
You're no longer here—
no sacred threads,
no black dot--
yet no one casts an eye on me.
No one even glances my way.
Son...
Why would anyone look at you?
In India, for marriage,
women must be fair and men must be wise--
like me.
But after failing college,
you dropped out and took up wrestling.
This is my last warning to you.
Shut your commentary
when I'm talking to mom.
Your glasses.
Son, how long will you depend
on your invisible mother?
Learn to stand on your own feet.
Find a girl yourself.
Elope with her and get married.
I'll cover all the expenses.
Listen, I'll foot the entire bill...
But show me a girl who's ready to elope with me!
The Brahmins are sitting outside at the bhoj.
and the father and son won't stop bickering.
He's telling me to elope and marry. Says he'll bear the expenses.
Is that so?
Well, uncle--
if you're really generous,
why not sponsor my wedding?
I know a girl who'll run away with me--
Once I clear the IAS and join LBSNAA.
Jesus accepted the noose for you.
He was crucified.
Yet here you are, skipping studies
to chase girls.
Who cares anyway!
He called.
-My father? -Yes.
He said, "Clear out his room
and ship him back to Bihar...
in the general compartment."
Listen, where are you going?
Apologise.
God will punish you. Apologise.
I should apologise? Me?
Great.
Apology or not,
he's a lost cause.
this country's gender ratio is totally skewed.
Girls are turning into an 'extinct species'—
endangered breed.
The marriageable ones
all demand a 25-year-old groom,
graduate, sharp-minded,
government job secured.
But... I am a father after all.
Since you're born of me,
I must step up for you.
What do you mean by "born of me"?
Am I some random pimple?
You gave birth to me.
Same difference.
How is it same?
Did I send you a friend request on Facebook
or text you on WhatsApp,
"Kindly give birth to me"?
He seriously thinks he birthed me.
Rudal.
I told you to take father outside
and you're sitting here watching the show.
No, no, I'm coming.
And what's this?
You brought the bowl of curd here.
Brother, it's an all-out war today.
Neither of them is ready to lay down their arms.
Right...
I took an advance from the office
for mom's death anniversary rituals.
My wife's been on her feet all day...
My little children haven't eaten a morsel,
and these two are raising a storm.
Disgusting!
Since morning, your wife's been busy making reels!
Call her, sister-in-law.
Your children have been feasting on sweets.
Little nephews.
I've been starving since morning!
-Brother... -Younger brother.
Keep your distance.
Let's go, Rudal.
I don't want to stay in this house.
Patience. Patience, son.
Patience.
Patience? Kept it.
By the way, judging by uncle's mood,
he won't stop until he finds a wife for you.
He'll pick someone just like himself
who'll make my life hell.
Where are you going?
Sunny, listen to--
Where's my fritter?
Listen, Sunny,
Sunny.
why do you get so angry?
I don't get angry!
Ever since that fake news went viral,
my life has completely derailed.
I had set out to become a national champion,
and now I'm running a shop instead.
I had to quit wrestling,
my friends abandoned me.
Not a single man in this city
is willing to marry his daughter to me.
Do I look like a criminal or a gangster?
No.
I've been watching for the last two years—
life has been really hard on you.
But you should know this...
You're a good man.
Many times you paid my rent to uncle
without his knowledge or mine.
Always remember, good things happen to good people.
Then why is this happening to me?
Am I not a good man?
No, no, no, my dear friend--
Jesus loves you.
Look at the positive side.
Okay, let me ask you something.
Your shop is doing well, isn't it?
And as for wrestling,
your house itself is no less than an arena.
Every morning you're busy fighting--
with your father, your brother, or both.
When everything is turning positive,
you'll find a bride too.
Have a fritter.
Good carbohydrates.
Look, I'm your well-wisher.
Excuse me.
How do I get to Hotel Cute?
-Cute? -Hotel...
I... I... two blocks...
No, the back lanes...
Where is it?
Come on, let's find it together.
Thank you.
May I?
Hotel Cute?
It's you.
Stop being shy and tell me--
you get so nervous around any girl.
How will you get married?
I've told my mom to find me a bride just like you—
innocent at heart,
reserved by nature,
with a pleasant smile,
the ideal homemaker.
Ginny.
Ginny. I love you.
Thank you so much for this amazing
bachelor party, man.
Ginny. You know what...
You should also come with me to Australia.
I'll find someone hot, handsome
and romantic for you like Chris.
And your life's made, Ginny.
Man...honestly, I have no such desires.
Why?
I just want a sweet,
simple, loyal guy.
Point.
Don't care if he gives me gifts or not,
but he should give me respect.
Birthdays, anniversaries— he can forget them.
I don't care.
But...he should care for me.
Understands me.
I mean...he should be willing to fight the world for me.
Amazing.
Whether that guy is from Australia or Kanpur,
I really don't care.
(humming)
Dear God.
Hello.
Good morning, uncle Sugreev.
Started early today?
No, uncle—what?
I drank last night and I'm still high.
Same here.
So nice.
Good morning.
Om Namah Shivaay.
Yeah, okay.
Come in.
What?
That Sugreev is very irritating.
Evict him.
People who never get married end up like him--
irritating.
Nonsense.
Make me a lemon shot.
I'll go get changed.
Whose wedding card is this?
"Sukriti weds Chris."
Who is Sukriti?
—It's Su... —Su?
But Su is two years younger than you.
So what?
What does her wedding have to do with my age?
I'm not marrying her.
Marry her for all I care. Just do it,
so I can stop worrying.
Dear God, Mom.
And to think you were an English teacher
in a convent school.
You sound like someone unemployed.
I was not just an English teacher.
I topped English Honours,
then did my M.Ed.
And your father was a Hindi-medium graduate.
Yet my family convinced me to marry him.
Why?
- Because he had a family business. -Ah...
He had money.
Okay.
Great advice.
So I should marry someone similar--
someone rich?
No, dear.
Marry someone of your own choice,
but do get married.
Puja is getting married in April.
When we go there, the whole family will pounce on me.
"Why was the engagement broken?"
"He was such a nice boy."
"Find someone else."
What will I tell them?
What will I tell your father? Tell me.
Relax. I'll talk to dad.
To the others, you can say
it's hard to find a good boy.
She'll marry when she finds one.
What happened?
Easy.
In a few years,
your bra size and your age will be the same.
Mom!
Three breakups already.
One broken engagement.
Is there anything left for me to see?
-Mom. -Dear God.
Mom, after that bloody Vikram episode,
all men look the same to me--
same talks, same nonsense,
same beginning, same end.
I can't trust anyone.
But if you find a nice guy by chance,
then tell me.
We'll talk about marriage.
Not just talk--
I'll actually get married. Promise.
You're trying to avoid me again, aren't you?
Me? What?
Go get changed.
I'll make your lemon shot.
No, no, no. Sit.
I'm sober now.
I'm going to take a nap.
Please don't turn on the TV.
Stop here.
We'll have to walk to the ghat.
Come.
Okay, uncle.
Sunny,
whatever the astrologer says, just nod along.
Okay.
He brings excellent proposals.
Get down, brother.
I'm losing my fare.
Hey, Sunny.
Sunny, I'm stuck.
-Don't touch me. -I told you not to sit here.
This seat is for children. You'll get stuck.
Leave me. Leave me.
Oh, Lord. Forgive them. They don't know what they're doing.
We're fun-loving, food-loving people.
Same to same.
Wow! Even I like to drink.
No, no—she means tea.
She loves drinking tea.
She has half a dozen cups a day,
just like her father.
Family trait.
Brother passed from it.
-Tea overdose? -No, no—diabetes.
His life had only and only sugar. Overflowing.
I see.
He ran a sugar shop
in the local market, actually.
Sir...
-We don't want any dowry. -Yes.
Just find a girl for my son...alive.
I mean...
He is neither educated, no steady job,
He also has a bad reputation.
He's like the banyan tree in your ancestral haveli.
to uproot him,
you'll have to pay dowry.
Pay dowry?
Yes. At least ten million.
Son, you're not having anything.
Have some Banta.
Only if mom tells me to.
-Golu, take it. -Yes, mom.
Don't drink this black soft drink.
Your skin's fair as fair notebook—
this'll rough it up like old notebook.
Yes.
Exactly.
Sorry, aunty.
Aunty?
Sorry.
Come on, Golu.
What use is this educated, working woman to you?
We want someone to run the house,
not a coaching centre.
Keep the sweets down.
"Only if mom tells me to."
Bloody mama's boy.
Come on, your time's up. Get lost.
-Come on. -This food...
it's worse than this girl.
Hello, aunty.
You can call me bad,
but don't call the food of Chandni Chowk bad.
Get lost.
We're going, we're going.
-Come on, Golu. Stand up. -Pushpa.
- What are you doing? - Get lost.
Do I have to tell you separately?
Come on.
Already dreaming about the wedding?
-Come on. -Sorry. Sorry.
Get going. Come on, leave. I said let's go.
We are leaving.
-Get lost. -You get lost.
It's a good thing he didn't marry you.
Quiet. Get lost.
No one is ever going to marry you. Wait and watch.
If you want a good girl for him,
tell him to observe fasts on sixteen Mondays
and make him eat curd and sugar every Friday
-on an empty stomach. -Yes, yes.
I will never observe a fast.
Come on, do it.
What took you so long?
-I got stuck in the rickshaw. -Rickshaw?
They had to break it to get me out.
I'll observe the fast, okay.
And I'll make him eat the curd with a little sugar.
Will he get married then?
The kundali has changed algorithm,
Dreams knotted tight—like chewing gum stuck in my hair.
The kundali has changed algorithm,
Dreams knotted tight—like chewing gum stuck in my hair.
Fasts on Mondays,
yoga every morning,
yet I see no gains.
And the world says my luck is cursed.
Have some sugar and curd,
because my luck is cursed.
Every heart longs for it,
so why doesn't the collab happen?
And the world says my luck is cursed.
This is grief ultra...
This is grief ultra pro max...
On the plate of fate are served tasteless snacks.
It's come to a point where AI feels like our last hope.
Asking ChatGPT for a caption.
Asking for a caption.
Give us something catchy.
Observed fasts on Mondays,
yoga every morning,
yet I see no gains.
And the world says my luck is cursed.
Have some sugar and curd,
because my luck is cursed.
And the world says my luck is cursed.
Have some sugar and curd,
because my luck is cursed.
So why doesn't the collab happen?
And the world says my luck is cursed.
Have some curd and rice,
because my luck is cursed.
Uncle, the money you spent trying to find him a bride
was enough to fund a community wedding.
It's not about the money.
My reputation was ruined because of his deeds.
Oh, Jesus—reputation!
If you really had a reputation,
I'd have been married by now.
I must have committed some sins
to get a father like him.
Father?
Yes, son—your father.
I can get you married in a snap.
-Really? -Yes.
Just do what the astrologer said.
Keep the fast for sixteen Mondays.
I will never keep a fast.
Sunny, please do it.
I won't eat fritters in front of you.
But...
Listen to me...
If you don't want to fast, then don't.
But...
you'll have to lie.
A small one.
What?
You have a problem with that too?
Conflicted man. Unbelievable.
Do you know, most marriages here
happen on lies?
Truth only leads to divorce.
Speaking from personal experience.
Yours? What experience?
When you were seven,
your father and I took you to Appu Ghar.
Sitting on the roller coaster
reminded me of my college romance.
Out of guilt, I confessed to your father.
Oh God...
-Then. -And then our divorce was finalised.
But thank God your father...
passed away.
Otherwise I'd be called a divorcee,
not Mrs. Goenka.
Why didn't you tell me this earlier, Mom?
Why didn't you offer me a drink earlier?
Tell you what, Ginny...
after he was gone,
I realised—
to live life fully,
you need a partner.
Listen to me, dear. Get married.
But who should I marry?
Did we find anyone decent?
We've searched so long—
all we found were jokers.
I wasn't this hopeless
even when that bloody Vikram Gupta dumped me.
He took me to dinner,
booked a hotel room,
ordered champagne,
made the first move—
and then judged my character.
As if he was testing me, and I failed.
We were engaged.
The wedding was next week—
seven days.
I know, dear. I know.
Listen,
I have an idea
that can fix everything.
But we'll have to...
tell a small lie.
Should I?
I don't know.
Madam, the money.
Oh yes—sorry.
Uncle, think about your teen age.
I'll take the matrimonial column.
You read the obituaries, okay?
"She must be extremely fair and obedient."
"Non-smoker, non-feminist, good cook."
"No Facebook, Instagram, Twitter or TikTok."
"And 100% virgin."
What nonsense!
What does he mean by 100% virgin?
Is he looking for a wife or olive oil?
Disgusting.
"The strongman of Prayagraj,
Durjan Singh ji, seeks an educated,
sophisticated live-in son-in-law for his only daughter.
Note: Network marketing people must not apply.
If caught, you will be shot."
Call your mom.
That knocked the wind out of me.
My whole system is shaken.
Thank God I didn't join network marketing, Mishra.
-Rudal. -Yes.
Call them immediately.
Tell them to come take Sunny at once.
Prayag is his mother's home.
Okay.
What do you mean, come take me?
Am I a piece of furniture?
You are a piece of furniture, son.
I spent a fortune on an ad
in an English newspaper—
not a single call.
"A homely maiden wanted for a Hrishikesh-based,
well-settled, well-educated,
handsome young dynamic entrepreneur
with his own office in IT Park, Dehradun.
Caste no bar.
Education not required.
Dowry not needed.
This motherless child seeks only love."
Too good to be true.
Hot property. Prime location.
No mother-in-law either.
Before someone else grabs him—
-Let's try. -Yes, of course.
Spend your entire retirement fund
on his engagement and wedding—
-leave nothing for our children. -Right.
-Daughter-in-law... -Yes?
If your son is worthless, why hoard wealth?
If your son is worthy, why hoard wealth?
-Stop lecturing me. -Yes.
Who is it?
-Hello. -Hello,
calling from Delhi.
Delhi? Who?
You placed a matrimonial ad, didn't you?
What ad? Do we have relatives in Delhi?
Of course not.
We have no relatives there. Hang up.
I must have dialled the wrong number.
Stop enjoying the show, Rudal— stop him.
Why would I place an ad? Am I a printing press?
He--
Pardon me.
There's a madman in our neighbourhood.
Totally nuts.
He barges into houses and talks nonsense.
I see.
Dear God--
-he's calling you mad. -Please continue.
Weren't you looking for a girl?
I earn the highest in this family—
from my government job.
Do I look mad? Do I?
Where are you going, you lunatic?
-Do I look mad? -Yes, you do.
You fake IAS--
-Leave him! -Yes, I'm looking--
for my son Shivansh.
Grab him from behind.
But will your daughter adjust in Hrishikesh?
Whether Hrishikesh or Delhi,
she sits at home all day,
watching YouTube,
learning new recipes and cooking for me.
That's her routine.
Does she know how to use YouTube?
Hey...
Is your video still on YouTube?
Hello? I can't hear you.
I won't listen at all...
Be quiet.
I understand everything.
I think they want a less-educated, homely girl.
Call Ayodhya uncle right now.
Leave him.
No, Mrs. Sarika--
you don't know my wife. She's dangerous.
-I know everything. -How do you know?
Even I don't know her fully.
Put in some effort yourself.
This is your last chance.
I'll take my share.
God...
So—YouTube...
Everyone knows YouTube now.
Since 5G became unlimited,
even I use it.
Take whatever you want,
just get me married.
If she uses YouTube,
she must use WhatsApp too.
-WhatsApp? -What happened?
She's in the kitchen.
Let me check and call you back.
Women today may not run a house,
but they run WhatsApp.
Absolutely true.
I make my own content and earn money, father.
Whether I drive a Mercedes or a mobile,
what is it to you?
Fight to the death for all I care.
Just WhatsApp a photo—
I mean your daughter's photo.
Absolutely.
Goodbye.
He bit me!
Goodbye.
Be quiet.
Rudal—
call the mason.
Okay.
-The girl's family is coming from Delhi. -Okay.
Get the house cleaned
and install a Western commode.
Move—I've got work.
Come on. Get up.
Curses.
Uncle, you may be King Dashrath,
but your son is Hiranyakashyap.
This is my open warning,
give us our property share before the wedding
and write a will,
or I'll ruin everything like this.
I'll crush your dreams—
you'll writhe like worms.
And Chote—
remember uncle's first wife?
She was from Delhi too.
Ran away with the servant
with all the cash and jewellery.
Don't swallow limestone thinking it's curd.
First a girl cast her eye on him.
and the whole Lanka is burning.
-Lanka? -Go on—burn it.
Everyone has a problem with me.
Patience, son. Patience.
Kept that patience.
At least I won't need a bath today.
I'm drenched from head to toe.
See...
It's a miracle... isn't it?
Mahadev finally heard my mom's request.
She's just like her.
Rascal...
It's like winning the jackpot without buying a ticket.
No... these are tears of joy.
Listen...
You have to look the part uncle
wrote about you in the newspaper.
Well settled?
Well educated?
Handsome?
Handsome you are.
Once love begins to make sense,
nothing else does.
When you find love, you find God.
Heed this wisdom of Bulleh Shah...
heed it well.
Since I found you, the world has become mine.
Stay with me always — I'll lay everything at your feet.
You are my essence, my existence, the thrill in every breath.
With you is where I belong, forever.
You are my whole world.
Your name is on my lips day and night, in my prayers.
You are the one I ask of God in my prayers.
Your name is on my lips day and night, in my prayers.
You are the one I ask of God in my prayers.
Let every day feel like a hundred days,
every night like a hundred nights.
Be mine, and I'll be yours —
that is all I ask.
The life I lived without you was still yours.
Every devotion before you was meant for you.
You are my present, my future,
you live in my every moment.
I will never let distance come near you.
Your name is on my lips day and night, in my prayers.
You are the one I ask of God in my prayers.
I chant your name...
you are the one I ask of God.
So, what do you do, Mr. Shivansh?
I am a... entre...
Entre?
prenuer?
I am an entrepreneur.
Keep practising.
I am an entrepreneur.
-I am an entrepreneur. -Great.
Oh wow, I lost two kilos.
Uncle-aunty...
—Greetings. —God bless you.
Come in.
Maintain that elastic flexibility in your walk,
and your video will become viral.
I will make it. Come in.
Give that to me.
Brother.
You? All of a sudden?
Greetings.
Your face... is glowing, Chote.
Got a facial done, didn't you?
Come on, brother. You are too much.
This is not facial.
Just some dry fruits, yoga
and breathing exercises.
And the effect is in front of you.
And you say this is facial...
Oh, God.
What did Pintu do this time?
Careful. Careful.
Dear God, how can anyone take a dump in this?
It's so damn high, and the edges are so slim.
I managed to get on it, maintaining balance...
But I slipped and fell while trying to wash—
and hurt my back.
Father never saw a commode,
and the son wants to take a dump in it.
Why did you try to use the toilet in the English bathroom?
Officially, the division hasn't been done.
I will take a dump wherever I want.
-See that. -Greetings, uncle.
Welcome.
I think they have arrived.
Come on.
Rudal.
Get it cleaned up properly.
You called uncle, didn't you?
Yes, I did.
God will punish you.
In fact, he already has.
You will clean the place up.
Or else I will tell the Delhi guys about your misdeeds.
Welcome. Welcome.
Welcome.
—Hi. —Hi.
I am Sugreev Sharma.
Senior-most clerk, TJB.
I see. I see.
-Here. Have fun. —Of course.
He is my older brother.
Sri Ayodhya Prakash Chaturvedi.
Hello.
He was in the railways.
Retired as a loco-pilot.
Yes.
A true gentleman. Real gentleman.
Here.
Let's go.
Come in. Come.
Do you remember everything?
—Speak less, speak slow... —Speak English.
That's it.
Come on.
Hello.
That's my elder son Parshuram.
Hello.
He fell down today.
Oh... what happened?
I'll tell you.
What happened was...
he went in,
and as soon as he sat down—
Don't ask.
Okay.
Curses...
Curse this gout has me on the edge.
Makes it tough for me to travel.
Are you getting any treatment?
Yes, someone did tell him...
about a wonderful doctor.
In AIIMS, Delhi.
But he doesn't take me to Delhi.
What are you doing?
But why?
Let me tell you.
Uncle's first wife—
she was from Delhi.
She ran off with the servant.
Enough.
Dear God—the servant?
Wow.
No, I...
Aren't you from Delhi, aren't you?
Yes...
Not at all.
We are Marwaris.
We belong to Jaipur. Delhi is where we stay.
People from Jaipur are good people.
Of course.
-Hello. -Hello.
Here comes my... Shivansh.
Great.
Who is Shivansh?
Sunny. Our Sunny.
That was his name in college.
College?
When did he go?
Excuse me.
I have seen you somewhere.
-Seen him? -Yes.
You haven't seen anything, uncle.
You'll see it five years later.
When this boy completely transforms the state.
Who are you?
-Who? Me? -Yeah.
-The hero's friend. -Nice.
IAS in waiting.
IAS Rudra Narayan D'Costa.
—Of course... —Not!
So, what is your startup about?
Our startup is focusing on elevation
of craftsmen from the state.
We are trying to create a global network
that will create a direct channel the buyers and sellers.
Wow! Impressive!
I have seen you somewhere.
Was it on the news or somewhere else?
Come on, Surgreev ji.
Still stuck on that.
I will show him.
This man won't get off my back.
Is he a man or a loose motion?
Is he talking about my YouTube—
No, no, no...
Here, Kapish. Have it.
It's Benarasi.
Oh, yeah. Thanks.
Have it. Have it.
Our Sunny is pretty popular.
—Uncle. -On YouTube...
Oh, YouTube?
He was pretty popular on YouTube.
-Are you an influencer? -I am.
No wonder I was thinking that I had definitely seen you.
That's YOUTH. —T-E and T-H.
He is very popular among the youth.
I see.
You see, he ran for elections
-for the college president. -Okay.
And he won... with a condom—
What?
I mean, with no opposition.
He's become popular ever since.
Uncle.
It's YOUTH, not YOUTUBE.
When did he go to college?
Sarika, brother wants you to make some fritters
Aren't you?
Yes. Yes.
-Go on. Will. Will. -I'll go make fritters.
Well, President Shivansh, what are your future plans?
Tell us.
Sure, sir.
You can talk to him later.
Why don't you talk to me first, uncle?
I will get a GOVT job within a year.
GOVT job?
G O V T... GOVT job.
He is referring to a government job as a GOVT job.
What kind of laughter is this?
What did this gentleman make me eat?
The job is done.
Shivansh... why don't you show Gitanjali your house?
Yes.
And you guys can have a chat too.
Yes.
Go on. Go, dear.
He can't stop laughing.
Listen, do you want to ask me anything?
Anything to say?
So you don't want to ask me anything?
Say nothing?
I...
It's really glad to meet you.
If you have any questions,
please don't hesitate to ask.
Really.
Uncle.
This... wasn't my plan.
Honestly.
Sorry.
-Nilu ji. -Yes.
I mean...
you have maintained yourself.
Do you practise yoga?
Or...
No...
What is your secret? What is it?
Has to be.
Mend your ways.
Mend your ways, or you will get a beating.
Where did you hide my betel leaf box?
Where is Shivansh?
-Daughter-in-law. -Yes.
Take her to the kitchen,
and make her bake a fresh hot bread for me.
Me too.
Oh, Jesus.
She is saying chuck you.
No, no...
Didn't you like Sunny?
It's not like that.
Actually, she was chopping spinach yesterday,
and she cut her finger.
That's why she put a bandage on it.
She cannot bake bread today.
I see. I see.
But... do you like our Shivansh?
-Thank God. -Congratulations.
Congratulations.
India has changed,
but not the process of choosing a bride.
For the first time, Mom,
I wasn't asked a single stupid question.
Is it?
"Are you a virgin?
Are you open-minded?"
"Do you drink?"
Nothing.
And for the first time,
instead of the boy,
they asked me
whether I liked him or not.
Did they seem like they were from Delhi in any way?
They felt straight out of Jaunpur—
We came off more modern.
I Thought you'd talk about your wedding with her mom,
instead of Sunny's.
I was only trying to create a friendly atmosphere,
that's all.
Just like we dreamed--
the family, the house--
Way better than we imagined, right?
Mom, what if they find out I am educated
and had a job?
How will they find out?
You are uneducated and she is illiterate.
And as for the shop,
why would sister-in-law cross the Ganges?
She is a nice girl.
She has to be a housewife.
Whether you run a shop or the government—
how does it matter?
I don't know.
Something doesn't feel right.
A lie is still a lie.
What if it gets caught?
What if she finds my video?
It's not there.
That video is nowhere.
I filed a report and had it removed from everywhere.
Yes.
Don't worry, I am there.
Even if they find out, you can say,
"Baby, I took an English-speaking course
for the sake of your love."
-Sarika. -Yes.
Come here.
Drop everything and come here.
What happened?
One biscuit will save another biscuit from drowning.
And Shivansh— what do you think about him?
He's nice.
-Good looking. —I see.
He's sweet.
Well settled.
Easy to handle.
He's a nice boy.
Good.
But he...
But that thing...
That vibe...
That vibe is...
Again with the vibe.
What is this vibe?
Look—
doesn't matter what size the TV is,
all remotes are the same.
Yuck!
What do you mean yuck?
Ram speaking, Nilu ji.
Who? Ram Sevak ji.
Just Ram.
I am your servant now.
-What do you mean? -Our wedding date has been fixed.
1st December.
1st December?
That's only two weeks away.
And I am so glad about it.
We will meet again after two weeks.
But how can we make the wedding arrangements
in two weeks?
Everything will be taken care of.
Destination wedding.
—Destination? —Yes.
Why?
You see...
My brother won't come to Delhi.
But don't worry--
physically, mentally, wallet-ready.
My beloved has arrived today
with a flowery veil upon his face.
Don't hold me back, don't break my sway.
I'm dancing wild for him today.
you stole my heart,
you stole my heart and everything that was mine.
with just one glance.
you stole my heart and everything that was mine.
With just one glance.
with just one glance.
With just one glance.
You made me your bride
with a single glance.
With a single glance,
my beloved pierced my heart.
Be it night or day,
his name rests on your lips.
Such a web of love he wove around you,
you found a true devotee in your path.
Enchanted by your face,
spellbound by this love and adoration.
The thought of losing you frightens me.
Your face shines.
you are a gold mine.
May you always be happy,
you are ten out of nine.
My beloved always has his way;
his words always thrill me.
Look at this free spirit, he's always up to mischief
How do I tell him?
How do I tell him
how deeply I love him?
you stole my heart,
you stole my heart.
i>you stole my heart and everything that was mine.
With just one glance.
you stole my heart and everything that was mine.
With just one glance.
You made me your bride
with a single glance.
Did you guys have fun?
We did. Loved it.
Ginny...
We thought the guy is from Hrishikesh—
wondered what he would be like.
But brother-in-law turned out really hot.
Too hot.
And he danced so well with you.
Honestly,
you two looked like the perfect couple.
Well, well, well—
I've got something for you.
Go and surprise him.
What is this?
No questions, please.
Oh God, guys...
Cheers.
Ginny ji, I love you.
Ginny... I love you.
I love you.
I love—
Brother Pintu?
Return my chain.
Today is my wedding night.
So what?
Wedding over—hand it back.
What a guy he is.
You ruined the chain—imagine...
I will never let you borrow it again.
Ginny... I love you.
You changed the bridal outfit.
What about the veil-lifting ritual?
Do you just want to see my face?
We must fulfil the ritual.
It's too outdated—
the veil-lifting ritual.
I will carry out all the rituals today.
Okay.
What are you looking at?
I am your wife.
Nice... nice to meet you.
Entirely... my...
pleasure!
Why are you arresting me?
I haven't done anything. Honestly.
I haven't done anything...
Are...
are you the thieving bride?
Who?
Thieving bride?
-Thieving bride? -Yes.
Okay.
I had a chain that brother Pintu took.
Honestly, I don't...
reserved by nature,
with a pleasant smile,
the ideal homemaker.
Ginny.
-Someone might see us. -So cute.
Father is coming. Father is coming.
Father?
-No, Daddy. -Leave me. Let me go.
What are you?
Whatever I am, I am all yours.
Congratulations.
Daddy...
What...
My father is gargling using his two fingers.
Get dad's BP medicines.
Okay.
Come, come, come, my dear friends.
Come.
Just have a look. Come.
Don't worry.
Everything is cheap here.
Hey, wrestler—come here.
What's the matter?
You've been making headlines these days.
And I heard you enjoyed your honeymoon
in a five-star.
Listen...
Stick to your business when you're at my shop.
Don't worry, he's just being naughty.
-No problem. -Enough.
-I won't tolerate any nonsense. -Is it?
I get it, boy.
It's the Delhi influence talking.
I'll never come back here again.
Nor will I let anyone else come.
And your customers come... from Delhi.
Okay.
Okay, guys, let's go out.
-Get lost. -This is a cheap place.
Get out!
Cheap people.
If I go back to my old self,
I'll smash you into the dirt so hard
you'll run off like a scared pig.
-You are a cheap man. -Get lost.
So long, wrestler.
By the way, you screamed pretty loud last night.
The whole neighbourhood found out
about your wedding night.
It's not like that, sister.
Liar.
By the way, Choti...
These night dresses either stay inside the house
or outside the neighbourhood.
I don't mind at all.
But these neighbourhood aunties—
such gossip queens, I tell you.
I'm fed up with them myself.
Goldie, give me this medicine.
Keep that aside, brother Sunny.
I know everything.
Medicine.
Are you out of your mind?
Come on, brother Sunny—
medicine from me and condoms from somewhere else?
Which one do you want?
Strawberry, cardamom, rasgulla, biryani...
I have everything.
Choose one. Don't be shy.
I want this blood pressure medicine.
Keep it, son.
Consider it a wedding gift from us.
Medicine.
Take it.
Thank you.
Surili, I'll be back in a minute.
Baby, get me a hotdog.
Samosa?
Rascal,
how many people did you tell?
About what?
About my first night.
Oh Jesus, have you lost your mind?
Why would I tell anyone anything?
I think it has gone viral
all over Hrishikesh like my fake news.
People are behaving strangely around me.
Oh God.
This city is only as big as the waistband on the pajamas.
Whoever's baby it is,
everyone wants to sing the celebration song.
And you just got married...
in Delhi.
So everyone is excited.
I am the one who got married—
I got hitched.
Why are people making such a racket?
Listen, I'm on a date in Dehradun.
I met a madam online.
I'll talk to you later, okay? Bye.
Listen--
Die there, rascal.
Oh God, her phone is always unreachable.
She's always talking to Ginny.
You keep talking about patience—
what did I do?
Then do something.
Teach that shameless man some patience too.
If people keep screaming at midnight,
how will it affect my children?
-I'll talk to him, I'll talk to him. -Then do it.
Did you get my medicine?
Straw... what will I do with it?
What will you do with it?
Son...
You don't dry a wet blanket on a flimsy string.
You are married now.
That's it.
Don't waste time anymore.
I want to see my grandchildren.
Talk to him. Talk to him.
Sunny... listen...
Look, son--
when there's a new TV in the house,
we feel like watching it again and again,
always a different channel.
But keep the volume at a level
only you can enjoy,
so others are not disturbed.
What do you mean?
I mean, watch as much TV as you want--
just keep the volume low.
And do whatever you want.
Which TV?
Tell him directly.
Do whatever you want quietly,
don't create a commotion at midnight.
He has already become breaking news
in the city again.
-Listen... -Careful.
Your two kids didn't appear out of thin air
by some magic trick, understood?
I see...
You just got married
and are already popping like a soda bottle.
Divide the property now. Do it. Do it.
—Listen... —Careful.
What's going on?
If you say another word after this--
And stop gargling so violently
in the middle of the night.
No one does anything in this country,
yet population is 1.25 billion.
Population? Gargling?
You are good for nothing.
I'll go to the lawyer tomorrow morning.
Directly.
Patience, son. Patience.
Give it. Patience kept.
I should be called Saiyyam (patience) Chaturvedi instead.
Oh God.
I know, my love,
I'm like the dust beneath your feet.
Yet I pray for your well-being—
only for your well-being.
You come and you go,
and still I wait for you.
You don't know how deeply I love you.
I can't live without you--
how many times must I tell you?
You don't know
how deeply I love you.
I can't live without you—
how many times must I tell you?
My beloved...
Not the world--
you are what matters to me.
When you are by my side,
my breath feels complete.
Not the world,
only you matter to me.
When you are by my side,
my breath feels complete.
You are my love—
you must believe me.
I stand by all your decisions,
whether right or wrong.
Even if God asked me to live without you,
I would refuse.
You don't know
how deeply I love you.
I can't live without you—
how many times must I tell you?
You don't know
how deeply I love you.
I can't live without you—
how many times must I tell you?
O beloved...
Will you say something,
or keep that face like a wet shoe?
Bloody...
She's not a wife--
she's chaos I brought home.
She was talking in English
with a foreigner
on a video call.
Maybe he was a friend.
English is in the air in Delhi.
Everyone knows enough English to get by.
What do you mean?
I mean...
I don't know. I don't know everything.
Why do you keep asking me all the time?
I am your friend, not your...
Dictionary?
You call yourself my friend? You are my enemy.
That's why you keep passing these fritters to me.
Don't eat them if you don't want to, but don't blame my fritters.
And it's like this—
don't blame others when your own life
is in jeopardy.
Let it be. Move on.
Move on?
I wear a suit to my shop every day,
then change into a kurta
and slog in the shop all day.
Stuck in the middle with nowhere to go.
My life is bloody ruined.
This is nothing like I imagined.
Surili finally called.
No, listen--
your mom can never choose the wrong bride for you.
Don't drag my mom into this.
My dad found this one for me.
Whenever I've had a tryst with a girl,
my life has been wrecked.
I understand,
but I'm busy right now.
-Sorry, love. -What kind of a friend--
I was busy studying.
Cracking IAS is not a piece of cake, Surili.
It takes a lot of hard work.
News for you.
Spill it.
I will throw an explosive mourning feast,
on my wedding anniversary.
throw a party for the entire neighbourhood.
Mourning feast?
Who holds a mourning feast on his anniversary?
Go to the temple. Pray.
Arrange a veneration.
Arrange a community meal.
Memorial...
They have forgotten...
People have forgotten me.
See?
wherever I go, it's always Sunny-Ginny.
Okay...
I can't tell you, father,
how humiliated I feel.
Are you some kind of politician?
No one knows you beyond this neighbourhood?
And why do you want to stay in the limelight?
Wait a minute—
why did you buy that phone with WhatsApp?
Why do you keep recharging it with unlimited talk time?
To express your feelings, right?
My sentiments matters too.
Look, Pintu--
Show me.
Looking at our lifestyle, our house, people believe...
-What do they believe? -They believe
I've buried a fat sum
earned through bribery.
I feel the same way.
But I will pay for my 13th Anniversary.
Okay.
Self-reliant Pintu. Over and out.
Not out.
Patience, son. Patience.
Kept it.
Always takes away patience. but never uses it himself.
I have to buy a gift for brother and sister-in-law's anniversary.
Come on, take me to the market.
Not today.
We'll see tomorrow.
Wait.
What are you going to see tomorrow?
What happened?
Why are you behaving like this?
I am your wife.
Talk to me.
What is the problem? Tell me.
I am listening.
Are you angry?
Are you upset? Did I make a mistake?
Speak up. Talk to me.
Talk...
I left my house,
I left my city...
not so that you could treat me like this.
And what did you do with me?
But I did it with you!
I made a mistake.
And... what mistake?
You are my husband.
We are married, damn it.
My friends forced me to drink.
I got a little carried away.
And anyway, if the girl is open-minded
and makes the first move,
it hurts the ego of you boys.
Isn't that it? Tell me.
Forcefully?
Open-minded?
Carried away?
First move?
Damn it?
This is the reason.
Sunny...
So far, sister, just for a parlour.
I went to our local parlour for my eyebrow once,
and the women of our neighbourhood
are such gossip queens.
They started saying, "Dear God,
Pintu's wife has become such a starlet—
she gets her eyebrows done."
Imagine.
That's why I have to come all the way to Gangapaar.
Can I tell you something, Sarika ji?
-I am your follower on Facebook. -Is it?
You even replied to me four months ago.
You were live with those wet tresses...
That was a lot of fun.
Focus on your driving.
Careful, Choti, or he will unfollow me.
-Smile. -Thank you.
Uncle Jesus, bring me a gift.
My photo?
My dear Parshuram Chaturvedi aka brother Pintoo
and social media star sister-in-law Sarika—
congratulations on your thirteenth marriage anniversary.
With best wishes,
Rudranarayan D'Costa aka Rudal, IAS in waiting.
Without my consent
he put up such a big poster of me.
Such a crafty bugger.
No one leaves without having dinner, okay?
Dinner. Enjoy.
Uncle, I was thinking...
it would have been more fun if Nilu ji had been here too.
Nilu ji blocked my number.
Your number?
What can I say?
Disgusting.
They are here.
Thank you, thank you.
Over here.
Hello.
Thank you, thank you.
Thank you.
I pay the bills and they get popular.
Move, move, out of the way.
So amazing.
I will take a really cute couple photo
of brother and sister-in-law
and put it on display in my studio.
What say?
Come on, brother.
give a nice pose.
Chotu, give sister-in-law the candy.
Take it, sister-in-law.
Please.
Great.
Now, brother,
you'll eat from this side
and sister-in-law from the other.
Just wait and see what a candid shot this turns into.
Come on.
Cheese... ready... smile...
I don't want to share it with her.
Sister-in-law, smile.
Do you see, Mishra?
The arrangements are really great.
Yes, it looks fantastic.
Sister-in-law...
You here?
Looking for the ladies' toilet?
It's over there.
Sister-in-law...
Should I show you a video of Sunny?
It had become a viral sensation.
Take a good look at this shameless,
-perverted, womanising wrestler. -This is why he couldn't get married.
Shivansh Chaturvedi aka Sunny,
and trapped you.
Why did you show her the video?
What was the need?
That bloody Sunny humiliated me.
Today I humiliated him.
My party is done. Come on.
What do I do?
Who changed the song?
What?
Song?
I had prepared for "Dhak-Dhak Karne Laga."
Bloody DJ.
Look at her dancing.
This is what you get for getting a modern wife.
Turn off the songs.
Turn it off.
She has no values at all.
Choti, who made you drink alcohol, dear?
Why?
Can't I drink on my own?
Sunny...
Tell Sunny to take her home.
Sunny...
Oh God.
Now he will take me home as well.
I can't do anything on my own.
I can't stroll on our terrace or wear a nighty.
-But, child... -Can't talk aloud.
God, is this a house or a moral science classroom?
And all these rules, these lectures,
this drama—only for me!
Let's go home.
I don't want to go back to your house.
I will go back to my house in Delhi.
Control. Control. Control.
What happened?
Nothing happened.
There is nothing between us that couples have.
Please go home.
Have your dinner.
Take it home if you want—go.
Arguments are common among newly-wed couples,
but never between them.
Sunny, you should pull Ginny's hair.
And Ginny, you—
slap him, gently.
You said your son has a startup in Dehradun.
You didn't tell me he runs a shop.
And why didn't you show me that video?
What was it called?
Oh God—
what was it called?
"Womanising Wrestler."
Wow.
What a cute video that was.
You should have shown it to me too.
Shut this nonsense.
You and your mother crossed all limits
of absurdity.
She was saying she cleared high school in Hindi—
she is a graduate in English.
She used to work in a call centre.
Was she a call girl?
Uncle, it's a call centre, not a call girl—
the place where you call and shout,
"my recharge is over,
my balance is over."
-Call centre. Call centre. -Oh, that's her.
Listen...
Mother swear—
I will never look at you again!
Really?
As if you treated me like a princess till now.
Thank you, man.
It was really fun with you.
And since you found out everything,
here's another truth--
I had a broken engagement before this marriage.
Now you will pay for my thirteenth.
Of course.
Control.
Kept it.
You taught me how to laugh,
you taught me how to cry.
Why did you pull me so close,
only to cast me aside?
My Lord, where do I go now?
Tell me.
My Lord, where do I go now?
Tell me.
Sunny's wife left him.
I heard there was nothing between them.
Then what were all those screams about?
God knows whose they were.
These things are common between husband and wife.
The poor fellow finally got married.
Brother Sunny.
Now do you understand why brother Sunny
wasn't buying condoms the other day?
Sunny and his entire family were humiliated.
Now watch—everyone will remember
brother Pintu's thirteenth anniversary.
It's not something to forget.
He lied to marry her.
And bro, handling a Delhi girl isn't everyone's cup of tea.
I can already see the headlines—
"Womanising wrestler turns out to be a dud."
"Wife absconds..."
Did you enjoy that?
This...
this is Ram Sevak's son.
He is not a dud.
That hit pretty hard.
Did he hurt you pretty bad?
I might need stitches.
Let's go to the hospital.
I was very scared...
after the first-night incident.
I kept thinking about the fake news scam.
Eventually we started getting close,
and I learnt her truth from social media.
What are you drinking?
-Apple juice. -Is it?
Let me see. Come on.
I already drank from it.
I'll get you a fresh one from the market tomorrow.
I want this one.
This one.
It's sour.
Sour, he says...
Get up.
Give me yours too—come on.
And that bottle you are hiding—
give me that too. Come on.
Bottle?
Where?
Where, huh?
It's okay. Stop. Stop.
Trying to lie to your father, eh?
Drinking alcohol in the house.
We couldn't have a sip--
you gulped down everything.
What are you doing?
This won't help, they're young and robust.
Try this.
-You are a madman. -Yes.
For years
I silently endured all the humiliation
for his misdeeds.
For so many years...
And now it's become difficult to step out of the house again.
People stop me on the street and say--
"Your son turned out to be a dud."
"His wife left him."
And he even ruined my thirteenth anniversary.
What drama is this?
Control. Control.
Yes—control.
Drama...
Sunny,
now you must prove that you are a boy...
my boy. You have to prove that.
-How? -How else?
Bring your wife back home.
That girl?
What do you mean "that girl"?
She is your wife. Bring her back.
And prove that you are a man—
strong and untainted like me.
Dude, I've come across many fathers,
but never one as stubborn and selfish as you.
What do you mean?
What do you mean you've come across many fathers?
You have only one father—that's me.
Sri Ram Sevak Chaturvedi.
And if you don't bring your wife back, son,
then I'll be Late Sri Ram Sevak Chaturvedi.
I will go to Delhi--
but not to bring her back.
I will divorce her.
After that, whether you go to Heaven or Hell,
I don't give a damn.
What?
Heaven...
-Sarika. -Yes.
Sarika, come here quickly.
What happened?
It's a miracle.
This guy is going to Delhi and this one to Heaven.
We will be the sole owners of this property.
Wow!
Listen. Vacate your room tomorrow.
We don't want any tenants.
Come on, leave. Leave. Leave.
I will build a studio there.
What studio?
Patience. Patience.
Unbelievable.
Everything becomes viral.
It's like he has sworn to go viral every time.
Anyone can make anything viral these days.
Sarika called.
I don't want to talk about it.
The only modern thing about that place was the toilet.
Do you know the two biggest problems
in a woman's life?
First—when she becomes
an unwed mother.
And second...
when she can't become a mother
even after marriage.
Sometimes,
after having a child,
things return to normal.
At least give it a try, dear.
There was nothing between us.
What do you mean?
Let it be.
You did like him.
I did like him.
That's why I tried.
I tried so much...
to explain, to convince...
to fix everything.
But not anymore.
What do you want?
-That I never become an IAS? -IAS?
The exams are around the corner,
and you're dragging me to Delhi.
Stop lying to yourself, understood?
Get out of these idiocies.
That's the one thing love has taught me.
Look... I'm just a few kilometres
away from my LBSNAA.
And what do you mean by idiocies?
This is our family tradition.
My grandfather sold betel leaves
while preparing for this.
My father became a village officer.
And you will grow old.
I'm telling you—
quietly find some people in network marketing.
You've already found Surili.
Marry her.
Or else you'll end up worse than me.
Sunny... when did you fall in love?
What do you mean?
You just said,
"Even I learnt this in love."
Did I say that?
My watch isn't working.
Just wait and watch.
She left home--
by now, she must be in a terrible state.
But I won't be persuaded.
I'll speak about divorce directly.
Whatever you want to do, do it quickly.
(Chanting)
What?
Divorce papers.
Ginny wants a fresh start.
We've arranged a ritual to pacify the planets.
Read it, sign it,
and take it along.
Show it to someone educated.
Just like me.
Thank you.
By the way, why are you here?
- Well, he... - He had to fill
his UPSC form.
Father said we should give you a box of black pudding.
Go on, give her the box.
Let it be, son.
He didn't call me even once after the wedding.
Good job.
But he was saying you blocked his pudding...
-I mean, his number. -What? Me?
You did the right thing.
He deserved it. Rubbish.
Mom, I'm going to a party.
I'll be late.
Okay. Be safe.
Come on, leave now.
Buses are usually crowded, aren't they?
Exactly.
You'll have to stand the whole way, right?
Come on, go.
Excuse me, Tiger.
Your documents.
Didn't you hear?
Let's head back.
You go ahead.
I'll join you shortly.
Rot here for all I care.
Hi.
Looking stunning, man.
Rascal...
Let's go.
Have some tea.
It'll ease your restlessness.
For him,
a cup of hot tea,
served to every lover
by Smriti's Piyush Tea Stall.
Oh Jesus, you're an incredible poet.
Nothing remains in this broken heart
except poetry.
Rascal, someone truly heartbroken
doesn't open a roadside tea stall and boast cheap poetry.
It's only cracked from the edges,
still intact at the centre,
waiting for Smriti to return.
She was the HR here.
Our love brewed over tea and snacks.
Then one day Dev mixed salt in my tea...
and Smriti left me forever.
She'll come back. She will.
Do you sell samosas too?
No.
Rudal.
I've decided.
Very good.
What have you decided now?
I'll impress her.
Dear Lord.
Your wife is a firecracker.
All the men in Delhi
are chasing her with matches.
Why do you want to impress her?
I mean—I will impress her.
Not here. In Hrishikesh,
where she humiliated me.
All muscle, no brains.
Why did you come here anyway?
To divorce her.
She divorced you effortlessly.
Sign the papers and let's go back.
Listen... I've only faced defeat.
But I won't lose to my wife.
Not at any cost.
This time, I won't leave without a medal of honor.
Understood?
I'm confused.
You're saying your legally wedded wife—
you'll impress her first,
then walk away
like a rejected lover?
I'm not a rejected lover.
I'm a broken husband.
I came here to divorce her,
not to be divorced.
Now my ego is involved.
Oh really? What ego, bro?
The ego of being a husband.
Brilliant.
I can get you hired as a driver in the company.
The heart is stubborn...
and persistent.
Determined
to make you mine.
It's gone mad in your love—
once sensible, now lost.
Without you, there is no peace.
How much I love you—
tell me how to express it.
I can carve out my heart.
I can carve out my heart, my love.
I can carve out my heart.
The wedding vows, long talks,
all the meetings are done.
Now I dream of long nights
and longer monsoons with you.
You are my destiny...
Driver, stop the car.
-You are my fate. -Come on, guys.
How much I love you—
tell me how to express it.
How much I love you—
tell me how to express it.
I can carve out my heart.
I can carve out my heart, my love.
I can carve out my heart.
I won't be swayed by your words this time.
I won't regret it again.
I can never love you again—
never be yours again.
Stop crossing my path like this every day.
Have you ever seen the East and West unite?
I've clearly said no. I don't want your love—
even if you rip out your heart.
Even if you do it a million times.
Even if you carve out your heart.
I can carve out my heart.
I can carve out my heart, my love.
I can carve out my heart.
Ginny, come on—let's dance.
-I'll join you. You go ahead. -Come on.
-Go. - Don't take long.
Come soon.
Oh God, Dev—
what's wrong?
Ginny, let's go somewhere.
What do you mean?
Where do you want to go?
I mean... I like you.
Are you crazy? Dev, we're just friends.
Right.
We're friends. That's why—
Ashni!
You're looking so hot today.
I know what you want.
Dev, stop it.
-Stop it, Dev. -Let's go, okay?
She is my wife!
Sunny.
Hello.
Yes, Father.
Father?
Since when did you start calling me Father?
Rudal said
you've taken a job as a driver.
Any problem, son?
Just serving my wife.
I think it's the water of Delhi.
First my brother, and now...
Listen--
Holi is on the 4th.
I've arranged an auspicious ritual.
The entire family will be there.
You too--
come back, son.
Wait, let me speak.
Hello, Chote.
If you need money,
text me directly.
No need to inform anyone else.
I'll send it immediately.
Listen, Sunny. Come home.
- What-- - You're just...
Let's go back, Sunny.
After what happened
at the club yesterday,
it's over.
Try to understand.
You try to understand.
I'm not returning without my wife.
You'll destroy my life along with yours.
This is my final attempt.
If I don't clear it this time,
I may never become an IAS.
IAS?
Why are you deluding yourself?
Don't chase what isn't meant for you.
Drop this stubbornness and focus on your life.
Are you saying this to me, or to yourself?
Ginny?
You two...
continue fighting.
I'm leaving.
Rudal.
Rudal, listen to...
Rudal.
I was the hero's friend only till now. From here on,
I become the hero of my own life.
I...
What are you trying to prove?
By chasing me?
By beating up Dev?
First you made my life hell in Hrishikesh,
and now here.
Why?
Because I...
The house where I grew up...
When I was little,
the courtyard was all clay and dust.
I used to eat clay while playing.
My mother struggled
to break that habit.
Then she left me too.
I left my home for your sake.
But that mud is still there.
I don't like your city.
It's a bloody circus.
What do you want?
I want to return home...
with respect.
With you.
It's your house, your city,
your respect—
everything is yours.
What about me?
Would I be a wrestler if I were that intelligent?
I admit I made a mistake.
Give me one chance to fix it.
What will you fix, Shivansh?
Holi is in four days.
Everyone will be there.
Come back with me once.
Okay.
But I have a condition.
After Holi, you...
will sign the divorce papers.
And never return to Delhi--
at least not after me.
Take care, okay.
Everything will be fine.
Just watch.
Sorry.
Come on, get down.
This is the final stop—Haridwar.
Come on.
Haridwar?
Hrishikesh...?
Show me your ticket.
Oh no—
the previous bus was for Hrishikesh.
This ticket was for that one.
Oh God.
The next bus leaves in the morning.
Come on, get down.
Sorry.
Only one room available here as well.
Come on.
Wow!
Every coincidence in the world had to happen with you today.
You boarded the wrong bus.
The next one is in the morning.
And now...
no hotel has a room.
I'm not an idiot, okay?
I understand everything.
What? What?
Do you think Delhi girls are...?
What do you think?
Boys from Hrishikesh are flippant.
My uncle lives in Haridwar.
Let's go there.
Will you feel safe there?
Now you have an uncle here too.
He didn't appear in some excavation.
He's been living here for fifty years.
You are so weird.
We can't stay outside in this cold night.
Can we?
Sunny.
Chote says we should all go to Hrishikesh together.
Sunny, get up—uncle is here.
Didn't Bharat Bhai gift this car to Pratima
for topping her college exams?
Yes...
And now her college is almost over.
-Is it? -Yes.
We have already started looking for a groom.
Pratima is very good in studies.
Exactly.
Let her finish her education and take up a job...
Why does she need a job?
Girls need it the most, uncle.
An uneducated boy
can work as a guard and survive.
But if a woman has to work as a guard later,
it won't look good.
Look at Ginny.
When I couldn't support her,
she supported herself.
Because she is educated.
He is right.
Girls should be like her.
I'm feeling very uneasy.
What's happening?
I feel like vomiting.
Yes, I feel like vomiting.
Stop, daughter-in-law.
Stop the car.
She's feeling sick.
Stop the car.
Do you feel better now? Here, aunty—take this.
You'll feel better, okay?
She'll be fine soon.
Drink this.
You're not as bad as you look.
Maybe...
your city shaped me into someone worthy.
My city?
Wasn't it a circus?
What did it teach you?
That girls can be
whatever they want.
They can be educated.
They can be open-minded.
They can work
or stay at home.
They can drink...
or even make
the first move.
They can do whatever they want—
willingly,
and in their own way.
How do I tell you—
my heart alone is to blame?
How do I confess
I have no control over it?
You are the one I love—
I've fallen for you all over again.
Love has its flaws,
love has its virtues...
but what difference does it make?
Wherever these eyes wander,
it's your face I see.
Tell me—what should I do?
You are the one I love—
I've fallen for you once again.
Walking beside you,
my destiny now rests in your hands.
Tell me, what more should I ask of the Lord?
What more... what more...
With you, my dreams are fulfilled,
all my wishes complete.
Tell me, what more should I ask of the Lord?
What more...
what more...
what more could I ask?
All my rights and claims belong to you.
My heartbeat is tied to yours.
All my rights and claims belong to you.
My heartbeat is tied to yours.
These are the unbreakable bonds
of love that bind me to you.
My breath may fade—
but these bonds never will.
Love lives in the gaze,
taking shape as words...
"Read them if you can,"
my heart keeps saying.
You are the one I love—
I've fallen for you once again.
Walking beside you,
my destiny now rests in your hands.
Tell me, what more
should I ask of the Lord?
With you, my dreams are fulfilled,
all my wishes complete.
Tell me, what more should I ask of the Lord?
What more...
what more...
what more could I ask?
The tea here is really good.
Do you want some?
Go on—take the call.
-Ginny, dude. -Hi, Ashni.
Where are you?
You're not picking up calls or replying to texts.
Are you okay?
I was worried.
I'm fine. Don't worry.
Okay.
And everyone's saying you ran off with a cab driver.
Tell me that's fake news.
Yes, Ashni—fake news.
I didn't run away.
I came to my husband's house of my own will.
God bless you.
May your bond stay strong.
We're getting divorced.
What?
We're separating.
This is the Triveni confluence—
where rivers unite, not part.
God bless.
Tea?
I've signed the divorce papers.
Check if I missed anything.
You know, these days
people become better friends after divorce.
Meaning...
we can be friends.
Whoever you're with,
stay just like this.
Don't change after I leave, okay?
Promise.
Without you...
You are the one I love—
I've fallen for you all over again.
So... we may never meet again.
I want to tell you one last thing.
I've had very little interaction with girls.
I even studied in a boys' medium school.
I cried alone, got upset...
and consoled myself.
And while trying to console you,
I experienced everything
I never did after my mother passed away.
I never kept a fast.
But I'll keep sixteen Mondays' fast for you.
This time...
Mahadev will find a wonderful life partner for you—
just the way I...
the way you want.
Your train is leaving.
Will you keep the Karvachauth fast?
Come on—quickly.
Ginny,
take care.
I'll miss you.
You taught me how to laugh,
you taught me how to cry.
Maybe someday—
with your friends or alone,
when you're drunk—
will you text me?
My Lord, where do I go now?
Tell me.
My Lord, where do I go now?
Tell me.
Will you come to Delhi again to trouble me?
I will.
I'll keep the Karvachauth fast too--
for you.
But you swore you'd never see me again!
I swore in English.
So?
It doesn't count.
You idiot.
I love you.
Come on, Sunny!