Radhe.
The food's delicious.
Go ahead. Eat.
Pardon me, maybe I arrived at the wrong time.
No.
Not at all. Come, join us.
How are you feeling now?
Good.
There's a well-known doctor in Delhi.
I'll take you there.
No need to worry about me. I am absolutely fine.
We can postpone the Sangeet Samrat competition.
I will talk to His Highness.
No need to worry.
Radhe will sing in my place.
What?
He is well prepared to take the Rathore family forward.
Raag Basant Bahar.
The combination of 'Basant' and 'Bahar'.
You've practiced both the raag separately.
But now you must learn
to fuse them creatively and present them.
Fusion is a specialty of our family.
If you manage to master this
then you can give Digvijay a tough competition.
I can hear Basant and Bahar in your rendition.
To fuse them
consider the raags with colors.
Like when you mix the color red and white to make pink
which is a different color altogether.
Similarly, you must fuse the two raags in a way that
they evolve as a new raag altogether.
Bro...
I need your help.
Not now. I have to defeat her.
Come on.
And who is she?
My paying guest.
We're having a competition since morning.
We've had 11 fritters, 26 patties, and this is the 70th savory snack.
My stomach's about to explode.
Then stop this nonsense.
She said if I win, she will kiss me.
And now, she's four dough balls ahead from me!
No, sir, five dough balls!
Thank you very much.
Asshole.
Even if I get diarrhea
I'll wear a diaper and kiss her, but I will kiss her.
Come with me, this is much more important.
Come on.
No...
Break. Break.
What is it?
Digvijay Rathore's music school's inauguration is tomorrow.
And it's a VIP function, and if you...
Asshole.
I'm five dough balls away from kissing an Italian girl and...
you're disturbing me for this stupidity. Rascal.
The function's tomorrow. Tomorrow...
I'll think of something. Now get lost.
-I won. -You won?
Now let's move on to the last competition of the day.
Come on.
She won't quit until I don't explode.
Bro, start preparing for Indian Idol instead
and stop dreaming about winning Sangeet Samrat.
He sings even better than Panditji.
He sings well.
I taught him.
You see, I can see music in everything.
If you let me, I'll get your body to play beautiful music...
Hey, Shrivastav!
Sex?
Why aren't you dancing?
I was dancing, and looking very sexy by the way.
And look at you, sitting here with a sad face and lonely.
Like a star who doesn't know how to handle his success.
So I thought
maybe a quickie would cheer you up.
Okay seriously, what's up?
You've worked hard for this success, and you should celebrate.
Either we celebrate together or we mourn together.
Your call.
I went to see Digvijay Rathore's performance today.
I've never felt so scared in my life before, Tamanna.
I just stood there watching him.
He is an amazing singer and
I can never defeat him.
Have you lost it?
This is not you, Radhe.
You never give up.
Listen to me...
You've literally begged for your music.
Sang for 21 hours straight.
And how can you suddenly give up?
I don't want us to lose
this family because of me.
And that will never happen.
I mean... look at you.
You entered my world.
A world you knew nothing about.
And you took it by bloody storm.
Not to forget you're the uncrowned king of the classical world.
Do you really believe I can win the competition?
I bet my blue hair on it.
Masked man.
I am a huge fan.
Will you please dance with me?
Of course, he will.
Please.
One second...
If you feel like a quickie, then...
Go on. Give little attention to your fans.
Little...
The girl in red.
What?
For your threesome. That's what you're checking out, right?
The one in the middle is conventionally hot
but the one with the cleavage has fire in her eyes.
Also... chubby.
Shut up, Arghya.
Anyway... we start preparing for the new song tomorrow.
Husband, wife, and mistress.
Only the wife and mistress.
Hey, what?
You knew the deal.
Radhe signed on for only one song.
Even my mother thought she will have only me.
But she had three more after me.
She also knew when you have something good, you have to repeat it.
Repeat.
Well, not this time.
Radhe has a lot of shit going on in his life.
Tamanna, everyone has shit going on in their life.
But a true artist takes that shit, they dive into that shit
and make art out of it.
No, Arghya.
Radhe has already gone out of his way for me.
I will figure this out myself.
Tamanna, your score is still 1-1. Alright.
This is your last shot. Queen Eli is going to make her decision.
You know you need him.
This is how Digvijay will sing.
Panditji's health is deteriorating.
Chalk.
I think if he isn't treated soon, he might turn deaf for life.
That's unfortunate.
Your Highness, I come seeking your help.
Of course, go on.
If you could lend me 50 lakhs for his treatment, or...
50 lakhs?
Are you going to retrofit him with elephant ears?
Your Highness, report.
We will have to travel to Delhi for the treatment.
Good hospital, good doctors.
We might even have to stay for a couple of days.
There is no need for any of this.
I built a pretty good hospital out here too.
Get him admitted.
We'll get a good doctor from Jaipur.
Give him the best treatment.
I'll speak to them.
They will give you 50% discount.
Tell the manager to remind me and I'll put in a word.
Thank you.
Son...
did you get what you wanted?
He could have refused if he didn't want to help.
If things are so bad, then why don't you talk to Digvijay?
Highness insulted me, and now you're embarrassing me.
I will never ask for Digvijay's help.
Even if I've to ask that rascal Munna Lal's help.
Goodbye.
Panditji.
What are you doing here?
Go back to your place.
You are still experimenting.
Until you don't master both the raag,
you will never be able to sing a fusion.
Your Basant raag is good, work on Bahar.
Hello, Munna Lal.
Hello, Raju. Hello. Please sit.
The bike's well maintained.
I know you used it as collateral, but it's as good as mine.
And what a performance.
Far better than the one's available today.
So... how can I help you?
I need 50 lakhs on loan.
Bablu, go get a bottle of cold drink.
No. There's no need for that.
It's for me.
And what will you collateral?
I don't have anything for collateral.
Doesn't matter.
I hate to say no.
Interest 30%.
Ghanshyam.
But 30% is too high. Please...
I am charging you only 30% because you were my classmate.
Normally, I charge 35% to everyone else.
And I am not even asking for collateral for the amount.
Come on.
Sign here.
Give me.
Can I sign a week later?
Of course.
It's your shop, and we are simply your servants.
You don't even invite me to your home?
What is this some kind of caste system or what?
What are you doing here?
Because you are not answering your phone.
You are behaving like I am blaming you for getting me pregnant.
I am busy preparing for my Sangeet Samrat competition.
Even I don't have time to waste.
Pick up my fucking phone, man.
Fine, what happened? What happened?
Tamanna... she is screwed.
This third song is very crucial for her.
And without you, she is nowhere.
She loves you so much that she won't ask for your help.
But she needs you, man... she needs you.
Even I love Tamanna, Arghya, and you know that.
And you know what's going on here.
So tell me how can I handle this?
If this song isn't a hit, then her dreams will be...
Think about it.
I'll talk to Panditji.
-I'll tell him... -No, no...
-One artist to another. -I'll talk to him. Don't worry.
-Did you ever have tea made in clay oven? -No.
Come, I'll take you.
During my younger days...
the father of my friend used to own a confectionery shop in our area.
And my friend loved sweetmeats.
But his father was a big miser.
He wouldn't let him eat even one.
He would account for every piece.
-Do you know what he did? -What?
When no one was looking he would
suck the sweetmeat and keep it back in the wok.
That's gross!
By the way how is the song coming?
Pretty good, actually.
-Good. -Very good.
She must be calling to congratulate you.
Take it.
Hi, Mom.
Congratulations, darling.
I heard your song.
This has to be the best song you ever created.
Thanks, Mom.
But I don't understand one thing.
Why did you take that boy?
Why are you saying that?
He is very good.
Little too good.
He's completely overshadowed you.
It's a collaboration, Mom.
Of two different genre singers.
So don't compare.
Okay.
Well done, then.
You really know how to lift my spirits, don't you?
I was just being honest.
She still thinks I am a loser.
You know her, don't take her seriously.
She is my mom. How can I not take her seriously?
Tamanna...
You... can I...
I was very excited for my mom's 35th birthday.
I still remember I made a special happy birthday tune for her.
Using the special effects from the keyboard.
I spent an entire month
working on it.
I was so nervous to perform in front of her.
And when I did, you know what she said.
In the second "To You" you went off-key, dear.
I was 9-years-old
and since then nothing has changed.
Nothing I do is ever good enough for her.
I've millions of views on YouTube, millions of fans, but
for my mother I am just a mediocre singer
who can never be an artist.
That's why I had a dream
to perform with the best pop singer in the world.
Queen Eli.
To prove her that she was wrong.
That I am good enough.
I am probably going to fail that too.
Tamanna. I want to sing with you.
Even you believe that I can't do it alone?
No... no...
Your mother is wrong.
In life...
I've often been in situations where I wanted to say no, but I couldn't.
Papa got me a job, Panditji fixed my wedding.
I... just accept the situations.
But you...
You are not someone who gives up.
You don't need me.
But I...
I... still want to sing with you, because maybe...
Maybe...
it will make me a little bolder.
And what about Sangeet Samrat?
No. I can't let you screw that up for me.
I... love your blue streaks.
I won't let you get rid of them.
-Hi Superstars. -Hi.
Well, the stats of your last song arrived this morning.
And they are looking good.
Now our research team has come up with a very interesting strategy.
And this strategy is based on numbers. And the numbers are accurate.
We've decided that the next song will be a solo.
A solo with masked man.
Radhe, they loved your voice.
They really loved your voice.
And what's intriguing is the curiosity of who is behind the mask.
And Tamanna, you will compose this song.
You want to stop me from singing my own song.
Come on, Tamanna, it's the best strategy.
But not for me.
Fine, you can sing the hook of the song.
And you know the song belongs to whoever sings the hook.
I won't do a cameo in my own song.
Tamanna, it's only for one song.
Pardon me...
whether it's one or one thousand, but we're going to sing together.
Radhe, you will be an overnight star.
The only star here is Tamanna.
If she doesn't sing, then I won't either.
Okay, I'll get back to you guys.
Bloody hippo... how dare he proposes something like this.
Bloody asshole. Who does he think he is?
I will make him eat his own beard, or my name isn't Arghya.
Arghya, give us the room for half an hour.
One hour.
-Guys. -Arghya...
Get out.
Get a room means to get your own room not my fucking room.
Sir, did you get locked out.
-I'll just open the door for you. -No.
Just come back in an hour and change all the sheets.
Sure, sir.
Good day.
Come.
What do you want now, asshole?
Do you have any more sisters left to get engaged?
They are all married.
Maybe a granny...
One of them is dead, the other is married too.
Then say that your granny is sick and come pick me up.
Where are you going?
Delhi.
As you all know, that Blue Bandit and the Masked man's song
has taken the country by storm.
Our song has received more than 20 million views
on the first week of the release and still counting, mind you.
But you better hold your hearts
because for the first time pop and classical are going to fall in love.
And it's called Bandish Bandits.
And this remarkable, unstoppable, pair have started work on their next song.
It gives me great pleasure to reveal the first exclusive look
at the poster of our next song.
Blue Bandit and Masked man, will you please do the honors.
Ladies and Gentlemen, please put your hands together for the Bandish Bandits.
Darling, smile for the cameras.