[dog barking]
[whistles]
[dog barking]
[Rajguru] Tony!
[Tony squeals]
[Tony barks] Tony?
Tony? Tony! Come here!
[Rajguru screams]
[Title montage]
[Suman] ’I must say’...
...your memory’s quite sharp.
The exact same statement even six months later.
You remember the time, the accident, the fog...
...even the colour of the car. What about the driver?
I don’t remember, madam.
You saw the car, the accident, the fog.
Did you not see the driver or did you not want to see him?
[Rhea] 'Excuse me, Inspector.'
I heard you’ve got some new information in my dad’s case?
- Senior Inspector Suman Yadav. - Rhea Rajguru.
Who here doesn’t know you, Miss Rhea.
If you had new information, you should have contacted me.
I would have made sure our entire staff cooperated with you.
Miss Rhea, we suspect that...
...Mr. Rajguru’s accident wasn’t really an accident.
- What do you mean? - I’ll tell you.
We found this blue van in the ditch yesterday.
As per Jeth Bahadur’s statement...
...Mr. Rajguru was also hit by a blue van.
We have no records of this van going missing.
This could only mean two things.
One. This van fell in the valley and people died.
But we have no report to suggest that.
So, we suspect that someone pushed this van down the hill...
...to hide the evidence.
What’s shocking is that the fingerprints...
...on the steering wheel were wiped clean.
Are you sure it’s the same van that caused dad’s...
No.
It’s just a suspicion as of now.
As soon as we find proof, we’ll call you.
Please keep me posted.
And if you need any help from me, don’t hesitate.
Sure.
If Jethu uncle recalls anything, we’ll come back. Right?
- May we? - Yes, sure.
Thank you.
[Suman] 'Incredible, isn’t it?.'
The owner of Rajguru Estate comes personally to the police station...
...'to pick up a mere worker.'
He’s an old and loyal employee, madam.
Who benefitted the most by Rajguru’s death, Chhetri?
But Rhea was in jail when he died.
[engine whirrs]
The shooter is often just a pawn, Chhetri.
The real criminal is the one who buys the gun.
And finally, there are only seven original stories in the world.
[Anand] 'All stories are inspired from these seven tales.'
Whatever inspires you...
...is inspired by something else itself.
'But it’s you who makes your writing unique.'
You make your story special.
You make your story original by giving it a personal touch.
[applause]
Thank you. Thank you all for coming.
Have a great future, and happy writing.
Thank you, sir.
Excuse me, sir.
- Yes? - Sir, I’m Shukra.
- Sir, I’m Juhi ma’am’s student also. - Oh, really?
Yes, sir. Sir, can I have a-an autograph?
- Sure. Can you hold that? - Yes, sir.
- Thank you, sir. - There you are.
- Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. - I’m going to wait for your novel.
- Yes, sir. - Thank you.
[Amit] Hello, sir.
- Hello. - Can I drop you somewhere?
Uh.. Have we met?
- I was in your master class. - Oh.
- I’m Amit, sir. - Hello.
- Short introduction, a fan. - Thank you.
Sir, you speak so well.
Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory.
Odours, when sweet violets sicken...
Live within the sense they quicken.
- Sir, please. - Oh, thank you.
Percy Shelly, 1821.
[Anand] 'It’s good to know that young writers of this generation'..
...are acquainted with old poets. They remember them.
Sir, legends are timeless, they never become old.
You, for instance.
Sir, I need a small favour.
I had brought something for Juhi. But couldn’t meet her.
- Can you give this to her? - Do you know Juhi?
- Not really, sir. - What’s this?
It’s just a legal notice, sir...
...for copying Dhund from my manuscript.
[Amit] 'Didn’t she tell you?'
I told her when we met in Mumbai.
And I thought it was so funny...
...you were giving a lecture on originality and imitation.
Stop. Stop the car.
- Please stop the car. - With pleasure, sir.
[Anand] 'Why didn’t you tell me about this?'
Dad, it was my concern. I didn’t want to bother you.
[Juhi] 'I thought he was an attention-seeker...'
Juju, he has followed you from Mumbai to Darjeeling.
This isn’t just for attention.
What?
What? What is it?
- Rhea. - Rhea?
I had punished her for plagiarism.
I don’t know why, but this reminds me of her.
It feels like she’s punishing us.
I’m sure it’s nothing.
I’ll tell you what, leave this with me.
I’ll discuss this with Uncle Vikas.
I’m sure he’ll find a way out. Okay?
- Okay. - Let me handle this.
I’ve got this, Dad.
[bird chirping]
[Amit] Darjeeling tea? I never developed a taste for it.
But you’ve got a taste for drama, don’t you?
First, the drama at my book-signing in Mumbai.
And today, the drama of manipulating an elderly person.
You wanted my attention? Congratulations, I’m here.
You see how hard a common man has to try to get attention?
If I too were the child of a renowned author...
...things would have been different. Zero pain, zero struggle.
I’d have launched one book after the other.
Mr. Amit Chaudhary.
The truth is, even if you do have a manuscript...
...you know as well as I do that it has nothing to do with my book.
Now let’s come to the point.
Who put you up to this?
Excuse me?
A sandcastle cannot withstand the waves.
No matter how loudly you tell your lie..
...my truth will silence it.
And as for your ridiculous notice...
...there’s no question of my responding to it.
Thanks for the tea.
You really didn’t have to.
[Mansi] 'I couldn’t say anything yesterday.'
'But what Juhi did, I’m extremely sorry for that, Rhea.'
And of course, if my trustees are happy….
....the donations will keep flowing.
Smart move. And you really don’t have to apologise.
- Thanks. - Okay, see you.
[monitor beeps]
Hello. There is no fluctuation.
Same readings as last week.
Anyway, I’ll take your leave. Take care.
Thanks.
Madam, quarterly cycle signature.
Thanks.
End this quarterly cycle now.
It’s a legal procedure, madam.
Legally, we have to report her condition...
...and that you are taking good care of her.
That’s how you have control of the estate.
I don’t want this repeated headache.
If you can’t do it, suggest someone senior.
Okay, ma’am.
[monitor beeps]
You don’t worry, Aunt.
Just a little more time.
After that, you and your lover will be together forever.
I promise. I’ll find an easy way.
So that you can rest in peace.
Rhea.
Why the hell are you after my family?
Huh?
And I thought we are family.
Someone called Amit Chaudhary has falsely accused Juhi of plagiarism.
And I know you’re behind this. I know.
Hold on.
Someone has accused Juhi of cheating?
Shit.
Man, she must be so upset.
Are you behind this Amit or not?
I do have one confession to make.
When I became the trustee of the college and had the opportunity...
...I thought I’d name the library after you and make you happy.
Maybe you’d hug me with love.
But some things will never change.
Where are you taking this conversation?
Have you ever defended me like this?
When Juhi blamed me in front of everyone for hurting Yash...
...did you stop her?
I wonder what would have happened to Yash if I wasn’t there.
Please stop this.
Of course. How can Juhi be wrong?
How can I be right? Impossible.
Still, my heart tells me...
...that I should prove to you just once...
...that I’m not in the wrong.
Maybe then, you’d trust me just a little.
[engine whirrs]
[birds chirping]
[monkey chatters]
[Rhea] 'Congratulations, Amit. Well done.'
Our plan is working.
What happened?
Actually, everything happened exactly the way you predicted.
Juhi did come to meet me.
- But... - But?
Rhea, she wasn’t rattled at all.
In fact, she said she won’t respond to my notice.
Are you sure we need to target Juhi to get to Dr. Tyagi?
Juhi is his Booker Prize. His best creation.
When Juhi falls, Dr. Tyagi will feel the pain.
See, losers attack people in their weak spots.
Real revenge is to break someone’s strength.
Juhi hasn’t fallen yet, but Dr. Tyagi has slipped.
Trust me.
You should have seen his face.
He was trying to assert himself as my father.
But he still doesn’t want to fulfil the duties of a father.
Rhea, I understand this feeling.
I don’t know why films and books make dads seem like heroes.
Not all of them are like that in reality.
I often wondered how my life would have been...
...if Dr. Tyagi was my father.
But someone said it right. You should never meet your heroes.
Trust me, Amit.
Follow my plan...
...and the world will witness your talent.
People will know you by your name.
[message beeps]
- You’re good? - I’ve got to go.
[party music plays]
[indistinct chatter]
[glass clinks]
[Anand] 'Ladies and gentlemen!'
Friends! This night belongs to Juhi.
- To Juhi! - To Juhi!
- Cheers! - Cheers!
May I have this dance?
I’m so proud of you, dear.
And I promise you...
...I’ll do everything I can to keep this smile on your face.
Anything.
[crowd cheers and applauds]
[Anand] 'Please, fill your glasses.'
[engine whirrs]
[party music plays in background]
[Juhi] Shall we eat a bit? Come on! [Yash babbles]
Little puffy with three monkeys! Yum!
I see. So you’re having a private party here.
[crowd cheering in distance]
Privacy is a luxury.
You’re hiding out here, away from your own party .
When you go to Oxford, you’ll miss all this.
Right! I’m going to miss these people!
[laughs]
[Yash babbling]
[people laughing]
I’ll miss you, Juhi. I’ll miss you.
Yes...
I’ll miss you too.
Your dad is asking for you. Go on.
- I have to feed him but... - I’ll take care of that.
Your prince will be served. Don’t worry about him, please.
- Are you sure? - Please...
- He’s quite a handful. - I’ll do it.
- Sure? - Just go.
Okay... All the best.
[Vishal] 'I don’t know this.'
What’s his name? [Yash babbling]
[Vishal] 'Wow this is so tasty. Have this.'
'What’re you looking at? Come on. Have this puff.'
[Yash babbles]
[Vishal] 'What’s this panda called?'
- [Yash] 'I love panda.' - [Vishal] 'Tell me.'
- Thank you. You can take this. - Anything Sir.
Nothing, thank you.
- Uh.. - Juhi, I just wanted to know...
- ...what Amit told you exactly. - [phone beeps]
Just a minute.
‘Yash! Yash, you’ll fall! Yash, stop. Yash!’
[phone rings]
- Hello? - [Rhea] 'Did you watch it?'
Now do you believe that I did not harm Yash?
[Rhea] 'In fact, I saved him from falling.'
Fine, okay. Is that all?
- Don’t call again. - [Rhea] 'Just a minute.'
I’ve sent you another message. Check it.
[phone beeps]
[Rhea] 'He’s from Delhi.'
'He’s an engineer at a small IT firm.'
'None of his work is published yet'...
...but he seems to be an aspiring writer.
I found out through his social media pages...
...that he attends the Jaipur Lit Fest every year.
'Four years ago, he won an award for a short story.'
Check the links I’ve sent.
- Bhushan? - What? Who?
[Rhea] 'Hello?'
Hello?
[Anand] 'Do you know him?'
This man? Yes. He won for a short story.
[Bhushan] 'He had sent me some material.'
'In fact, you reviewed them.'
I did? Are you sure?
Yes. I remember clearly.
[Bhushan] 'You didn’t like his work at all. So, we let it pass.'
Why? What happened?
N-Nothing. Good night.
[Anand] “In the intricate labyrinth of life where the lines'...
...between identity and character blur...
...a captivating tale unfolds.”
“In the complications of life...
...the lines between character and identity become misty?!”
As their stories merge, it becomes evident that Jayant and Rupesh...
...are not separate individuals but facets of the same complex soul.
“How could I see it.. Meera.. Meera was Saira..."
"...and Saira was Meera."
Are you okay? Did you order something?
No... that..
Amit...
Did you talk to him? What did he say?
He was very upset.
At first he refused to speak.
It took a lot of convincing to get him to meet you.
Talk to him diplomatically, and resolve the matter.
- If we involve Juhi... - No. She shouldn’t know.
She shouldn’t know anything.
I still don’t understand.
How do I not remember any of this?
Because you’re human.
You made a mistake.
Instead of torturing yourself, just meet him and finish it off.
You make him an offer, and I’ll take care of the rest.
[birds chirping]
Your younger daughter really loves you.
She was so persistent, I just couldn’t refuse.
Or else...
Anyway, please. Come.
Take a seat.
Is it boring to have breakfast alone in a huge estate?
- Can I join you? - Please. Please do.
Juhi had no idea, no idea about your manuscript.
This mix-up has happened because of me. You understand?
After reading your manuscript, I reviewed Juhi’s novel...
...and I think somehow, my review notes...
...must have been influenced by your manuscript.
- Okay. - Okay?
So, you agree that the book is plagiarised.
That’s good.
Then, sir, you’d also agree that I deserve the honour...
...the opportunities and adulation that Juhi has been getting.
You know what’s funny, sir?
When I was a child, I was so inspired by your books...
...that I went against my father.
[Amit] 'Your writing made me a rebel.'
And when you rejected me, sir...
...it felt like I had nothing left anymore.
Look, Amit...
...what’s happened cannot be changed.
So tell me, what can I do for you? What can I do?
I can endorse your book. I can write a foreword.
I can sponsor your book launch.
I can publish your book, if you want.
You know, I can do it.
Thank you very much, sir, but...
But that ship has sailed.
You know your last novel was...
[Amit] 'I mean, you know what I mean.'
You’re... How will you endorse me?
Oh, my God!
Okay. Okay, then. 50 lakhs. Okay?
You won’t make that much even with book sales.
So, let’s just end this, finish this here. Right now.
Okay, Amit?
It’s a good deal?
- No, sir. - No, sir?
I want all the copies of Dhund withdrawn from the market...
...and a new print be released...
...in which I’m given the full writing credit.
Also, I want a public apology from Juhi and you...
...for stealing my material.
Please, sir.
I heard there was a party last night at the Tyagis.
- How was that? - God knows! I skipped it.
Vishal enjoyed a lot, though.
I’m so sorry. I hope you didn’t miss it because of me.
- You know, the college event... - No.
How should I explain?
Actually, Juhi and Vishal have been quite close since college.
In fact, I thought maybe they were dating.
But when I asked, they both denied.
Then Vishal and I got together.
Still, there was always a strange feeling.
It felt like...
...perhaps, Juhi is always between us.
Did you suspect them?
No.
I was in Bangalore for five years.
A long distance relationship only sounds doable.
It doesn’t work.
Then I took a transfer and came here.
But...
I feel like I was happier in Bangalore.
Perhaps, I was the one that came between them.
I think it’s time for me to leave.
Thank you so much, Rhea, and...
Also, thank you for listening to my sob story.
Come on! Any time, really.
- No worries. - I’ll see you.