Hey, Parzi I'll see you in a bit. - Hey, mom!
Mom.
Did Rubina ever mention to you that she wanted to go to the US?
No. Why?
Nothing. I'll see you at dinner.
Yeah! And tell me about your interview.
Sure.
I think we have everything
we require for the Jersey Competition.
Since afternoon I've been noticing this weird look on your face.
Breath, ya!
She is my sister.
She can do so much better than Bonkers.
Are you going to decide that too?
No!
Detective elder brother. Patriarchy can be a bitch!
I will make a move, okay?
Okay.
Tanisha, my bag.
Be the man, make the first move
is taxing.
So, you are still a man.
I don't know, ya.
I've been through her laptop, iPad, literally everything.
I have checked her entire room.
I didn't find any ticket.
'Maybe she didn't buy the tickets then.' - As in?
'Or else, someone else bought that ticket for her.'
I mean, your mom did freeze all her accounts.
'Right?'
Yeah.
Okay.
They say you don't forget your first kiss.
First?
What makes you think you are my first?
Don't fall in love with me, okay?
What if I already have?
'I saw what you did to her.'
Bozo! What the fuck?
Play properly.
This is how he will play. - How did I make him fall?
Raj, pass it to Nikhil.
He's not going to do it.
There go...
Everyone's playing like a hero. No one is passing the ball.
I don't know what to do man.
Bonkers! - Call them.
Come on, boys!
Are we at the beach?
And the rest of you, I come here to coach you for soccer.
If you want to wrestle then leave.
Who's going to pass the ball?
What sport are we playing? Nikhil, what sport are we playing?
What sport are we playing?
Soccer! It's a team fucking sport.
We pass the ball to each other, we communicate.
Are we clear?
Use your strategy, not your fucking muscle, okay?
Bozo, ten laps. Rest of you five minutes.
We take a break, and then we continue.
Chop! Chop! Let's go!
Come on, boys.
Brother!
Best of luck for quarter finals.
Oh, Tanisha. What the fuck bro!
Come on.
Charity case.
Hey! - Want to act smart?
What's wrong with you? - Have you lost your mind?
What's wrong with me?
I'll show you what's wrong with you once I can fucking prove it.
What are you saying? Just go.
Za! Za, stop it!
Have you lost it?
Fucking asshole!
You did this for a girl?
Hey! - Guys!
Guys!
Za, stop it!
What are you doing, guys?
Stop it! Stop it, boys!
Stop it!
Leave from here. - Out of here right now. Get out.
Za, out.
Out!
So... Excuse me.
You and Nikhil?
Are you making a sequel of Gossip Girls?
He is a puppy dog.
He will do what you ask him to do.
Just get a life.
Wow!
Nikhil, you fucker!
I know it's fucking you!
'Thanks to your dad. Now you are obsessed with Nikhil as well, right?'
'The question is, will your dad be happy seeing you lose your shit on the field?
'This is a game for you, isn't it?
I'll fucking teach you what this game is now. Get it?
You've messed with the wrong person, bro!
'Really? So, are you going to expose me, Sherlock?'
'For that you will have to expose your chat on Bois Locker Room.'
'Are you ready to do that?'
I won, right? - Yep. Always.
Whatever happened with Za during the match was completely unnecessary.
Are you falling for me?
You wish.
Hello?
Yeah! Yeah, all is well.
Of course, sweetheart.
Of course you can come for your trials tomorrow.
Yeah, I'll see you at the studio.
You tell me the time.
Okay, great! So, I'll see you. Yeah?
Do you want to join in?
Yeah, coming.
Nice.
Come.
Being like, facing the target, okay?
Thanks. - No worries.
Nice.
Rubina wanted to go to America, did you know that?
I guess to Nisarg.
Fucking hell! Even you knew about Nisarg?
Vaguely.
I mean, I knew that Nisarg and Rubina they're together.
Then Nisarg left for the US and...
Okay.
In that case, you also know that she somehow
managed to buy a ticket for herself, right?
Aren't you guys rich?
I mean, how difficult would it be to get a ticket?
Mom cut her off.
The irony is that the richest girl in school could not afford a ticket.
Anyway, Nikhil has she ever spoken to you about any money?
Did she ask for a loan? Did she speak with a friend?
Anything!
No. - Are you sure?
Yeah.
Okay.
What are you hiding?
It's my rainbow halo.
I love rainbows. Show it.
Come on, what is with you?
Why so secretive? Show it.
Aman, I never hide anything from you.
I also share my sex life with you.
That's because you don't have one.
You're right. - Hey!
Hey! Nikhil, stop! Nikhil!
Nikhil, open the door. Open up. Nikhil!
What the hell! What are you doing?
Nikhil, stop being a prick, ya.
Why are you fucking with my things? Don't fucking go through them, alright?
Rohit, stop fucking meddling with my affair.
Open the door Nikhil. What are you doing? Open it.
Open the fucking door, Nikhil.
Open the door.
What is this?
Mind your fucking business, bro. - All good?
Why do you need so much money?
Tell me, why do you need so much money?
Hey!
Mind your fucking business, bro. Why do you overreach so much?
Mind your own business, bro.
Hey, Parzan. - Hi, mom.
You know, after that video was leaked
I did consider sending Rubina to the US.
And she wanted that too?
She wasn't against it.
In school...
Well, you know, it was the better space for her there.
Unbelievable, mom.
Honestly, after dad passed away,
everybody expects me to be the man of the house.
How do I be the man of the house, mom? No one even shares anything with me.
Thanks, mom. For letting me know about Nisarg as well.
It was just a teenage thing, dear.
It was not worth sharing.
Did you buy her the ticket?
No, why?
Nothing.
Tanisha!
Tanisha, did you see my bracelet?
What?
My diamond bracelet.
My bracelet from the studio.
Why don't you check with the guy you've been chilling with?
Excuse me?
Just because I haven't seen him
that doesn't mean I don't know what's going on, okay?
Darn it!
Better mind your tone and your business.
I am your mother.
And I am definitely not answerable.
So, you've started smoking too?
You are cook with a capital 'K'.
Chill! It's just a smoke.
Yes. New girlfriend, new habits. I know everything.
What do you?
You and Tanisha.
By the way, don't you find Tanisha complicated?
At least she doesn't send nudes to me.
How random! Nudes?
Random?
Fuck, I cannot pretend anymore.
What is this? What the fuck is this?
Not so random anymore, is it?
What the hell!
What is this group?
That is not the point.
What is it then?
Look at this trash talk.
I want to puke.
And for your information, it is a similar tattoo
and not the same.
Open the fucking dictionary and see the difference.
Nimmi! Nimmi, I thought...
You are a part of such a sexist and a toxic group.
Don't be a hypocrite and
pull off the stunt stating you are my elder brother.
I swear, I have not interacted with that group. Trust me, please.
You are complicit.
Not saying a word is equally toxic.
Nimmi, hear me...
Okay. Creepy stalker, it's a kink, right?
But I am scared now.