You could have embarrassed me subtly.
You signed up for this.
Here. Come on. Get up.
I'm a bit rusty when it comes to racquet sports.
Oh! Just like your dancing. -Excuse me?
I remember your imaginary dance with Rubina at Parzan's party.
Thanks.
By the way, your indirect advice helped me get a load off my chest.
I helped someone sort their shit out!
That's new.
Just saying.
By the way, we accept the love of everything we deserve.
Thanks for meeting me.
Of course. I never say no to a hot guy.
Come on in.
Can I get you something? -No, thanks.
Aman, can you help me trace a number?
Parzan, coffee.
Thanks. -Come.
Do you have the password?
Look, you've got to trust me.
Okay.
It'll take some time.
Generic stock image.
So unoriginal.
Wait. You mean Rubina was getting catfished?
Knowing Rubina, that seems unlikely.
Can you trace this account? -Yes, I can.
They need to be online for that.
Okay.
Do you think it could be Za?
Za? But why would he and Rubina chat on a secret app?
I don't know.
But don't you think his vibe is a bit off?
Sure. Ask the gay guy for all the gossip.
I didn't mean that. Thanks.
One more thing.
Had you spoken to Rubina after that incident?
No. -Okay.
'Rubina, my patience has a limit.'
'Why so salty, bro? -What do you want?'
'Just because you're the poster boy of Pride,'
'doesn't mean that you don't have any secrets.'
'Do people know...'
'Rubina, do you know that this is called blackmailing?'
'Oh, really? Okay.'
A journalist wants to do a story for
our Unique International Scout Selection Camp.
Okay. -You'd be her liaison.
Okay.
Please come. After you, sir.
Meet her. -Good morning, ma'am.
Ms Natasha Basudev from Veritas News.
And this is... -Parzan Batliwala.
'This is your solution to every problem!'
'Just pack your bags and fucking leave!'
'How ironic! What are you doing, Natasha?'
'The six-month travel internship can shape my career!'
'It's Yash Thapar's network for fucks sake!'
'And our relationship will end.'
'It would have been nice if you'd'
'discussed it with me before saying yes!'
'But your answer would have been a no'
'because, of course, a girl has to make all the sacrifices!'
'What sacrifices?'
'I would come to Bangalore from Mumbai every weekend to meet you'
'because you decided to study journalism.'
'How many times have you come?'
'You flew because your dad could afford it.'
'Acknowledge your fucking privilege, man!'
'So, I'm sexist and classist, too! Wonderful!'
'Fuck! Can't we sit and talk, Parzan?'
'Absolutely not, Natasha.'
'Since you're going to be a journalist,'
'I'm going to London to finish my Masters.'
'Parzan!'
Let's be mature about this.
Sure. Email me your questions, okay?
I don't think Rubina hung herself from a 15-foot height.
I studied the ligature marks on her neck in the pictures.
And something seems very fishy.
My sister's death is no clickbait for your
pseudo-investigative journalism. Got it?
Got it. But don't you actually want to know what happened to her?
I can't do this without you, Parzan.
Did you get any lead on the number?
I checked everything, but to no avail.
We are like 20! Be useful for once!
I am sure that this was done by that Nikhil!
He is a poor guy. He can't afford a new number.
For fucks sake! He's already there on the group.
I don't understand why that mofo came into this group!
True that.
He's a fucking snake!
Correct. And snakes don't have the fucking balls!
But who added him in the group?
Everyone is an admin, Bozo.
But, bro, what if we get exposed?
That won't look good on the application of any university.
The fuck, guys!
What are we doing on that group?
Stop shitting in your panties
and figure out who the fucker is!
Yeah?
The bastard was listening to us!
Get him! -Come on!
What are you doing over here?
Please go inside.
I hope you haven't exhausted yourself today
by doing too many dead-lifts.
I can play 90 minutes of football
without taking any breaks.
This is a cakewalk compared to that.
Really? -Yeah.
Neeta! So, tell him.
One second.
Are you searching the secret of your hairless legs?
Go ahead.
'I still can't get over the fact'
'that your legs are so naturally hairless.'
'I mean, any girl would kill for such a superpower.'
By the way, can this book help me to increase my happier hormones?
A toxic relationship has fucked up my mind.
I wish I could be so candid about my insecurities like you.
You're darn brave.
And I totally get you.
No matter how Rubina treated me,
my feelings for her could never change.
Listen. Is 'Channa Mereya' cool?
Hi, mom.
Hey, sweetie! -How was your day?
What's the update on your job interview, Parzan?
It's the top sports management firm in the UK.
Don't take it so casually.
But, mom, it doesn't feel right to leave you alone here.
And does it feel right to sacrifice your dreams for me?
Yeah. -Call them.
I really miss dad, mom.
Hi, sir. You called for me?
Yes, Natasha. I saw your piece on the Pune theft story.
Good job. -Thank you, sir.
Come. -Yeah.
You went to Oakwoods High today, right?
Yes, sir. -To cover the story on the International Scouts.
Yes. -Very good!
Look, I know this isn't your beat.
But I'm so glad you're diversifying.
Okay? -Yeah.
Thanks.
And, listen! All the best.
Full and final payment.
Don't get sold now.
Hey! Are you from Delhi?
Yes, I'm from Delhi!
You got angry!
Listen to me!
Why are you worrying so much over that girl?
Forget it.
What was the secret about you that she knew?
Mind your own business.
Hey, stop checking your...
But... -Who did that? You idiot!
Oh! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit!
Nice one, Bozo! -What a fucker he was, man!
Fuck, crazy!
Don't you cry, Shubhy!
Guys!
Check the group.
'Thoughts?'
'This...What was the need for that?'
'Dad, I'm sorry! I made a mistake!'
'On that note, does your father know about this?'
'Obviously, no!'
'I know my brother is annoying and boring and he can also be lame,'
'but he's not a snitch, right?'
'Okay, wait. Thoughts?'
'You're not helping your cause here.'
'Pull down your T-shirt.'
'Hey, listen! This stays between us, okay? Please! Please!'
Admin!
How do you do the 'Whatever, major' thing?
Whatever, loser!
Whatever, loser. -You can't. It's okay.
Bro.
Please sit.
Oh! -When did that happen?
We have the same gene pool! Won't you tell your brother? -No.
Please! -Shut up!
Don't curse my sister.
You don't have a sister.
She does. -That's true.
Dad!
Dad, can we please skip the small talk?
It's been two months, dad. We can't keep hiding him anymore.
We've already discussed this thing.
Dad, please understand!
It's like I'm emotionally drained!
Him being away feels so unreal.
Ira, you know very well know
how dangerous it could be for us if he came back.
But, dad, he's our own.
Yeah, you're right. He's one of our own.
He can create a lot of complications for us.
Anyway, I'm done talking to you now.
You have school tomorrow. Go to sleep.
Go.
'We're not done, Ira!'
'Rubi, you don't understand. I have my own reasons.'
'Listen to me, Ira!'
'You don't get this! I can't hurt my parents.'
'But you do know that I also have feelings, right?'
'Loser! Loser!'
'Loser! -You're going to create a scene. Leave!'
'Loser! Loser!'
'Shit!'