Not in bed, not in a blanket.
Not on the pillow, not in the cradle.
The pleasure in worrying about someone.
But when in mother's lap, when she was concerned about me,
I felt safe, happy, like never before.
Please open the door!
I'm stuck in here! Open the door!
Come, madam.
Don't worry, madam. I'm a cop. Please come.
-Are you okay? -I told you…
it's too bloody dangerous.
Look at her!
Did you see anything?
No.
Nothing, sir.
You're with her, right?
-Take care. -Sir.
-What happened? -One second, we don't know what happened.
I was vomiting, and someone locked the door.
It's okay. Please come with me.
Come.
Sir!
You need to check this, sir.
Go and check.
Help him out.
Did you find anything?
Nothing, sir.
There are just pipes in here.
Check properly.
Wait a minute, sir!
There's something here.
Look at this, sir.
Look at this.
Do one thing.
Show me the footage outside of the ladies' restroom once again.
Sir!
Look at this, sir.
What is this?
It's a camera, sir.
-Hello, madam! -Yes?
-Come here. -Yes.
There's a camera here. Where's the footage?
No, no. This camera is not ours.
Our cameras are different.
Who the hell are you?
Who are you?
You must be feeling uncomfortable since Mayanka is not here.
Right?
-No. -It's okay, it's not poison.
It's just a drink, have it.
By the way…
your presence here doesn't matter to Mayanka.
Well, why would it matter?
They say people who live in glass houses…
etc., etc.
It wasn't Mayanka's fault.
It was my fault…
that compelled her to make a mistake.
I never told this to anyone but…
somehow I feel that…
you'll understand.
The way you understood my story?
What story?
You never completed it.
The first chapter is still pending.
I'm writing that now.
Why?
Are you hurting yourself in chapters?
God! I'm stuck in here, open the door!
Sawant!
Give me the phone numbers of the two girls who were stuck in the washroom.
Madam…
Sir!
No man could've entered from outside because…
the attendant stood guard there.
That means, the only people inside were Meetu Mathur…
and those two girls.
That means WazirIsDead is not playing alone.
Maybe he wasn't even there at the club yesterday.
Don't!
Parth…
tonight never happened, okay?
I mean…
this shouldn't have happened.
I am from a middle-class family.
My story, just like yours, begins from the soil.
The day I buried my father…
I wasn't celebrating his funeral.
But as soon as the grave closed, it felt as if
doors of opportunity opened for me.
I got married…
to the woman who he would've never accepted.
You know that my first book was a total flop.
Not just the critics,
but even my neighbors gave their verdict that…
I just could not write.
But Mayanka…
she was doing what I wanted to do.
I was the writer but…
she was the one narrating stories.
They were of 30 seconds.
But they were stories nonetheless.
I was there to support her and be with her, but…
only I knew what I was going through.
How jealous I was of her and…
how I was quenching that jealousy with alcohol.
I started hating myself so much
that I found my own shadow repulsive.
I used to think that I was very evolved.
But I did just the opposite with her…
like a typical male chauvinist.
I screamed, cried, hurled abuse at her.
I blamed her for everything.
And I left her.
Where the fuck is my phone?
Shit!
Oh, fuck!
-Where the hell are you Mayanka? -Tahir sir, sir is calling you.
Yes, we are coming.
Mayanka, fuck!
He attacked Meetu again.
What?
I told Lokesh this would happen, but he just didn't listen to me.
Oh, God!
Meetu!
Meetu, here.
Oh, my God, this battery!
No, no, no…
fuck!
Mayanka.
WazirIsDead.
WazirIsDead?
Yeah.
What the fuck is going on?
-Listen, I'll come with you. -No!
No!
-I'll handle it myself, okay? -Sure.
You don't have to come.
Mayanka, your zip.
Fuck it, dude!
I'm…
sorry.
We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?
Mr. Tahir Wazir.
Time for some free publicity.
You wanted to be famous, right?
Hello.
Hello?
Tahir!
So, where was I?
In the mountains.
Yes, mountains.
Kanatal.
It's at a much higher altitude than Mussoorie.
Have you been there?
-No. -It's a beautiful place.
Snow-capped mountains.
Peaceful, quiet.
But changing places doesn't make a difference, Meetu.
The chaos…
travels with you.
Take a look!
And that's when…
I met professor Ravindra Jaisingh…
who made me the man I am today.
Rajasi is a very small town…
on the shores of river Ganga.
My story began from here.
Fuck! What…
what the…
Hey, you okay?
Meetu got attacked again!
Tahir's phone is not reachable.
What are you doing? Who are you trying to call?
Okay.
-Who are you calling? -What time is it?
Must be like 4:00 a.m., man.
Oh, wow!
Not now!
What the fuck!
This was the number.
Hello?
Hello!
Mrs. Wazir!
Inspector, where's my husband?
With Meetu Mathur. Where else would he be?
Inspector!
What exactly is happening?
I got a message from Tahir that…
Hello?
-Ranade! -Sir?
Come here. I can't hear anything.
Look.
Sir…
it was off, sir.
Check now.
Thank you.
Thank you, Urmila.
From where do I start?
That day…
Ravindra Jaisingh told me a story.
It was a flashback.
Not his… but about his wife.
Sudha…
who was the daughter of a "Dom" from Rajasi.
It is said…
if you have your last rites there…
then the soul goes straight to heaven.
And the gatekeeper of heaven is…
"Dom."
Very precious.
Life begins with an "Aum"…
and ends with the "Dom".
That "Dom" had a daughter.
My Sudha.
Dead bodies, ashes, bones.
Sudha grew up amidst them.
But her radiance was more intense than the fire of the burning pyre.
One day, a young man arrived.
A foreigner.
British student.
He came here in the search of spiritualism.
But he found Sudha.
And Sudha found her love.
Just like he came…
he left after his vacation got over.
He left that girl alone…
to fight a battle…
for which she didn't have the courage.
Father, leave me!
Did I give birth to you to see this shameful thing?
To end my dignity and honor, you bitch!
With passing time…
a helpless Sudha…
for more than herself,
started living for the child to be born,
and went with the flow of life.
I was bored of watching the same temples and Ghats.
I wanted to spend an evening
away from the chaos of the city.
Have loved you eternally
With all my heart and life
You had become More important to me than myself
Have you ever seen fake silver?
It shines more than the original.
My Sudha was just like that.
As if she was covered with a layer of fake silver.
Just like that without saying a word,
the fake mask she wore for the world…
was detached.
And deep inside…
she was gold.
Pure gold.
I knew it.
We couldn't live in Rajasi.
That's why I quit that job.
And came to the mountains with Sudha and her daughter.
What was her past, what was the reality…
who all came in her life…
she was much more than that.
Many years passed in making her believe it.
And when she started believing it…
she got back her whole radiance.
And that's when I discovered…
what all had happened in her past.
Love…
heals every wound and every stigma.
Do you love Mayanka that much?
If yes,
then it doesn't matter…
what she did and why she did it.
The need of the hour is to question yourself.
If she had faltered in life…
what role you played in it!
I'm really sorry.
Please forgive me.
RAAND, SAAND, SEEDHI, SANYASI
Tahir Wazir.
You fucker, you've nailed this!
Really?
It's fantastic!
RAAND, SAAND, SEEDHI, SANYASI
Thank you.
A token of gratitude.
I would have offered you my thumb had you asked for it.
But then…
how would I write this book?
For saving my life…
and for giving meaning to this life.
I didn't know this story…
was a burden I was carrying with me for so long.
So… this is where the story came from.
Ravindra Jaisingh saved me.
Where is this Professor Jaisingh now?
No idea.
You never met him again? Don't you miss him?
Miss?
I didn't get the time to miss him, Meetu.
I got busy.
And you know what?
Sometimes people come into your life…
to change your life completely.
But it's not necessary that they stay in your life forever.
And…
how about the kids? Is this the family?
They had a son.
And a daughter too but…
I had only seen her childhood photographs.
Not sure where she was.
Yes, there was one photo of hers.
She had that little…
cleft lip.
What?
That lip which is deformed.
It's called a cleft.
Fucking ugly!
A face only a mother can love.
Meetu Mathur.
You want to become a writer, don't you?
Focus on writing. Don't get emotional.
What do you think?
What was I thinking when I wrote my famous novel?
I've seen Sudha's life very closely.
But I didn't cry.
I didn't let it affect me.
So, focus on your writing.
And don't get emotional.
Okay?
Are you revealing all this to someone for the first time?
Yes.
Because you're special.
And you know what?
I'm going to mention your name in the introduction of my next book.
On the first page.
Sorry.
Thank you, sir.
Hi, Sanjay sir.
Hi, Parth.
Congratulations!
You're fired!
What?
Why, sir? What happened?
You're smart.
And you would already know that, right?
Who are you?
What happened, sir?
Sir, please.
Fuck you! Don't touch me!
You think I am an idiot, right?
Sir, I don't know how you see all this.
Mayanka and I--
Mayanka ma'am!
-Repeat after me? -Mayanka ma'am, okay!
Mayanka ma'am. And I'm not asking about her.
Then?
I'm asking about Urmila who works with that cop.
How do you know her?
I don't know-- Who Urmila? I don't know.
Has your memory become weak suddenly?
I knew it that day itself.
And you know who she works with?
ACP Lokesh Pramanik.
Sir, I really don't know what you are talking about.
Oh!
It's getting…
-It is getting aggressive, sir. -Okay!
Okay!
Very aggressive, fine.
Let's just be very civil about this, right?
Let's just be very…
I'm sorry. Come, come.
Let's talk, okay?
Alright?
Let that be!
How do you know Urmila?
Sir, you're asking me repeatedly.
-I'm telling you I don't know. -Okay, leave it.
Whatever happens in Tahir's computer…
how do you get to see it on your computer?
Sir, I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, fuck!
Both of you are working together.
Sir, who two? What work?
Fuck, that's very smooth!
Very nicely done.
Very smooth!
I treated you like my younger brother.
I called you on stage, made you a part of our success.
I gave you my…
You know what, Parth?
You're done!
Sanjay sir, you've misunderstood. I'm telling you.
That ACP will clear your misunderstanding, you bastard!
ACP Lokesh Pramanik will clear your misunderstanding now.
Because I'm going to tell him what kind of a fool is amidst us!
You bastard!
Sir, what are you talking about? There's some misunderstanding.
Sanjay sir!
Let's go.
-Hi -Hello, ma'am.
Could I get a flat white with almond milk, please?
I'm lactose intolerant.
Do you not have flat white?
Cappuccino then, with almond milk.
-I'm still lactose intolerant. -Okay, ma'am.
-Outside? Cool. -Yeah, sure, ma'am.
SISTER
Gogu, is it done?
Why didn't you call? I was worried about you.
Sorry, sister.
That's okay. Everything sorted?
Yes.
Okay.
Gogu?
You're okay, right?
We're both okay.
Okay?
Chapter four.