Before someone starts asking questions,
we have to dispose of the body.
I did a quick check.
He was a security guard, but he was off-duty today.
So, we have no time at all.
We have to dispose of it by today.
Really? By today?
I thought we would wait for them to put it in the papers
and summon his family. No?
Don't give me that reaction.
I am in this situation because of you.
I didn't shoot a man in a Pakistani General's room.
No, you are the genius whose best idea was...
'He wanted us to marry.'
What were you thinking? No, wait. You weren't.
It was the first thing that came to my mind.
Thanks to which, we aren't locked up in a Pakistani jail.
You should say, thank you.
To your mind? Or your heart?
Sana. - Asad.
"You like Zoya!"
"You want to marry Zoya!" - Who made you an agent?
The one who knows my next question.
Where is the code if it's not in the vault?
What's the plan?
Man plans and God laughs.
It takes only a moment to change everything.
I'm sorry, Mom.
I know Dad's passing has been hard on you too.
I had learnt how to live without him years ago.
You missed him more than I did.
I thank God
you could meet him and talk to him.
You must have found answers to a lot of questions.
Yes.
But, Mom,
I'm left with new questions now.
'He wanted me to marry...'
'You. For us to marry.'
'He wanted us to marry.'
What! Marry Asad!
Are you sure
your father's last wish was that you marry an Indian?
Listen...
Oh, Lord! What's wrong with you, Mr Khan?
You dropped a bombshell in front of everyone,
and then you just disappeared!
Do you think this is some sort of a joke?
Didn't you think you should come to me first to discuss it?
I was going to come to you.
And... - But I thought
you would... - Oh my God!
What did you think, Mr Khan?
You thought, it's just Zoya's future.
It can wait. Let me fix this first!
Go on, arrange it. - No, it's not like that.
Then how is it, Mr Khan? You really need... - Please.
Listen to me. Do you think I'm lying?
Yes.
I mean, no. But...
I don't think that.
No... See, Mr Khan.
My father...
He... - He hated Indians.
I know. - No...
Maybe he could see
how close we were.
Really?
I mean...
I mean, Indians
and Pakistanis are not that different.
I mean, we are the same.
In the sense...
Look, your father...
I heard
what he said.
It spoke from the heart.
And your heart?
Yes?
What... What does your heart say, Mr Khan?
You... You didn't answer.
My father wanted you to marry me.
What do you want?
I...
I want...
If you're okay with it, I am...
I'm okay with it.
Oh!
Okay.
Okay. Okay.
You're okay, huh? That's what you are?
You're okay?
Yeah. - I see.
I know you must be thinking
about how different we are.
Yes, you're different. You're weird.
I mean, you're messy.
But I'm prim and proper. So, we will come out even.
I don't like to talk, and you don't like being quiet.
My mother and Tamatar, my sister Najma, is just like you.
She talks a lot.
She just can't shut up.
I live with it.
I got along with you for so long.
So, I'm sure we will be able to adjust together.
Love is compromise. Mom says that.
Let me something. Hmm?
This... This...
Has to be the worst proposal in the world!
Even if I were considering you, Mr Khan,
I would've rejected you after that proposal.
No, seriously!
I got my answer.
Thank you so much.
Ms Farooqui... - Please shut up.
You were... - Shut up, I said.
Considering me?
I accept it.
Bye!
Look at this.
What are you trying to say?
I had told you how Zoya Farooqui had used Asad's laptop.
Her email ID belongs to Angel Simmons.
So, I hacked the ID and found out
that Zoya Farooqui's account is being cloned for a long time.
Someone has been tracking her emails, activities
and locations to spy on her.
Zoya doesn't know.
But who is doing it? Can we find that out?
I already did.
I traced their IP address. Look.
See? That's Sana Shaikh.
Aunt is asleep.
Zoaib and Anika are in their room. They must be asleep.
The servants are in their quarters.
And the last time I checked, Zoya was in her room.
And Ambar?
Does he ever sleep?
'I'm okay.'
'I'm okay'?
Is this a joke?
I hope he knows he's not the best husband-material.
Zubi, you won't believe it.
24/7, his grumpy mode is on!
Like, this is his face.
Oh my God! OCD?
He has to keep every inch clean.
Okay.
Sometimes, I think there are two Mr Khans.
One is the grumpy man,
and the other
is someone I haven't seen yet, but I know exists.
When I asked him,
'Mr Khan, do you want to be with me?'
He said,
'Uh... Well...'
'Um...'
I mean, seriously?
He's so slow! How can he be so slow?
Zoi, that was his response.
What did you say?
What do you want?
Why don't you tell him how you feel?
And what if the feeling is not mutual?
I don't know what he thinks about me.
He hasn't said anything.
Love confession versus... - Ssh!
Making a body disappear?
Pick it up.
And where will we take it? What if someone sees us?
Left from there, and then right.
We'll keep going and take the third door.
We can hide there.
There's a staircase there that's 100 metres away from the back exit.
We could go there.
How do you know?
Ssh. Pick it up.
Zoi, you were like this even as a kid.
You would never ask anyone for anything,
except Dad.
You're afraid of rejection.
I'm still afraid of it.
But love is about taking risks.
Keep the time.
Seven minutes.
I'll be back before then.
'There was a knock on her window.'
'When she opened the balcony,'
'she was stunned.'
'The stars had descended on earth.'
'There were candles everywhere.'
'And then from a distance, she heard a beautiful melody.'
'It was like someone had laid out a carpet of flowers under her feet.'
'There he was, standing in a black jacket.'
"God, listen to my heart,"
"because this is the moment."
'He pulled her closer, as if she were only his.'
'And then he said...'
I lied.
You're not messy.
You're too messy.
You never stop talking.
It drives me crazy.
And every morning,
I want yours to be the first voice I hear.
I want you to drive me crazy.
You made me realise the biggest truth of my life.
Even if I had never met you,
I would have
waited for you all my life.
Will you marry me?
I'll wait for your answer.
Riz?
Riz, where are you?
It's solid information, sir.
Sana Shaikh is an Indian spy.
Yes, sir. I'll update you if I get more information.
Long live Pakistan.
You're a Pakistani spy?
Najma, wait!
Wait, please listen!
Namja, please listen!
He died about 17 to 18 hours ago.
A dead body has been in our house for so long,
and we didn't even know!
I think they wanted to dispose of the body in the night's cover.
Who could have done this?
I had asked this man to look for someone.
And now, we find his dead body!
My doubts
have been confirmed now.
The person who is conspiring against our family
is standing right in front of us.