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Do not overthink this, Sophia.

It's just a board meeting. You've done this a million times.

We have a solid pitch. Our numbers also make sense.

Sophia Kanmani Shekhar,

you're the CEO of the best hospitality start-up.

You've got this, Sophia.

You've got this.

-Open this please. -I can't, ma'am.

There's a VIP shoot going on.

So? This is a public beach.

Yes, but the public isn't allowed here right now. It's a VIP shoot. So, sorry.

-Hello. Come in. -We are going for a take.

Yes, yes.

All right, let's make some beach magic happen!

Smile!

Chin up!

Soft and nice.

Okay, walk towards me.

Turn to the left.

Let's play with the ocean breeze.

Guys, where is our lock up?

-Calm down, calm down. -Oh, shit!

-Coffee! -Stand back. Stand back! Everyone…

Okay, okay.

Hey!

Calm down.

Coffee!

Sir! Aviraaj sir!

Sir! Please come back!

Sir!

Sophia ma'am!

Sophia ma'am!

I mixed up your meeting time. It is right now.

-Why didn't you tell me? -Ma'am, you took off.

-Keertana! Shit! -I couldn't keep up, ma'am.

Ma'am, your clothes?

-No, I don't have time to change. -Sorry, ma'am.

How could you mix up the time, Keertana?

It looks so unprofessional.

-Okay? Okay? -Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

Hi.

Oh, come on, Sophia!

Don't tell me your cardio is more important than this meeting.

You know there's no better time than the time I get with my board,

especially when it's about the future of my company.

So, let's get right into it. The Royal B&B.

There's nothing like this in the market.

We'll break-even within three years. And just instinctively--

It'll take at least four years.

Since when did you start playing safe, Zubin?

That's not called playing safe.

I dream with my eyes open.

And the numbers are right in front of your eyes.

1.25 crore within quarter two--

No, no. One second, Sophia. This business of yours,

The Royal B&B…

where the customers are gonna stay with a royal family in their palace…

-Who's your target? -The common man.

A common man who can't even afford it!

And the initial investment is high

-while the returns are low. -Exactly.

You should focus on WorkPotato.

He's absolutely right. And Kunal gets it. Kunal?

Zubin, I hear all of you and trust me--

Till now, y'all have had absolute trust on Kunal and my judgement.

And let's be real, all of us have made quite a profit out of it.

So, I humbly request my board

to please let me do my work.

I really know how to run my company.

Sophia and I believe

that The Royal B&B can take us to the most profitable league of hospitality.

Our business plan and projections are in front of you.

Let's meet tomorrow. Till then, let our CEO enjoy her big award in Sri Lanka.

-Good idea. -Sophia?

-Sure. -Cool.

And the Entrepreneur of the Year award goes to Sophia Kanmani Shekhar,

the CEO and Co-Founder of WorkPotato,

a successful start-up that has changed the B&B game in the hospitality business.

…to my co-founder Kunal Mehta, our WorkPotato family,

and all my investors. This is just the beginning.

Sophia?

-Oh, my God. Stunning! -Sameera!

Congratulations! And so well deserved.

Thank you. It's been a while.

So, how's life with Raghanis' fat paycheck?

No complaints. It's amazing.

-You look great. I can see. -Thank you.

Listen, I heard that your board is blocking you.

Your brilliance needs a new address. Raghanis. We're happy to invest in you.

Don't pamper me yet, Sameera.

Let me work for it a bit.

All right. Enjoy your evening. You deserve it. Yeah?

-Thank you. I'll see you. -Okay, bye. I'll see you.

-Ms. Kashyap! -Oh, hi. Coming!

-Sameera, hi. Can I speak to you? -Seriously?

Sophia, hi. Quick question.

Is it true that your board is not supporting you?

Can I get a comment on that?

Hi, Nandini ma'am. Such nice curls.

-Ma'am just got an important call. -Okay.

Ma'am's really important. I'm really important.

You are important too, but she's getting an important call.

We must leave importantly. It's the Bombay Stock Exchange, ma'am.

The market's crashing.

Ma'am, that was Nandini Jagtap. Top business journalist.

-Really? -She overheard you and Sameera.

-She was trying to get a scoop. -No way!

Yes way, ma'am. That's what I'm here for.

The business of business journalism is dirty business.

In the name of the most enthusiastic member of this squad.

-Cheers! -One second.

Your parents would've been so proud if they were alive today.

What happened? Why aren't you smiling?

-What? -Cheers!

Relax, don't stress yourself.

Alright, Grandma.

By the way, where's Grandpa?

How's his knee pain?

-Clearly, you had the most fun day. -What did you say?

-…is not required. -Just like a tail.

-Went in there… -What are you saying?

Look, I'm super strong…

-I ran away? Excuse me. -Your horse ran.

-I can't hear you-- -Ma'am.

-Yes? -No video calls allowed at the bar.

-What? -It disturbs the customers.

I… Listen I'm sorry…

I'm disturbing your customers?

And what about them?

-That's our VIP section, ma'am. -So?

-I can't say anything to them. -Carry on.

-I'm sorry. -Enjoy your award.

-Darling? -Grandma, one second.

I'll call you back.

Sorry, ma'am, you are not allowed there.

Because that's the VIP section? I know.

You can't stop me. You know that, right?

Hey, runner girl.

-Excuse me? -Horse guy.

Hi. Hi.

I just came over to say

that we can listen to everything you guys are saying, loud and clear.

And, obviously, all of you are VIPs,

so if your private conversations remain private, that'll be great, right?

So, could you please just keep your volume…

Yeah? Thanks.

Whatever.

-Let's just sit. -Excuse me.

-Yeah? -You didn't tell me your name.

Runner girl?

Fair play. Listen, I'm sorry. My friends and I often get out of control.

If I was in your place, I would also…

-So, I get it. -It's okay.

By the way, because of you, I got into a tiff with Coffee.

-Who? -Coffee, my horse.

On the beach.

Coffee said that on the beach, you…

Yeah.

-So, you… -I did.

I told him you wouldn't do something like that.

But it still broke his heart.

I mean, I know you're a lot faster than him,

but his heart weighs four kilos.

You know what?

Tell Coffee that I'm sorry.

Really?

There you go.

Coffee, I'm with runner girl.

She's saying sorry.

No, I can't say that. Okay, hold on.

He says he's ready to forget everything,

so long as you buy him a drink.

But… what does Coffee drink?

MOM

I think you should get it.

Yes, Mom?

Kunal, it's Nandini's job to look for scoops.

I didn't tell her about the board.

Kunal, do you think I'm stupid?

No, I'm not coming to Morpur.

What do you mean, why? You know this.

And calling me repeatedly won't change that.

Oh, it's my responsibility?

Kunal, you know how she is.

Mom, I'm tired of repeating myself. I'm not interested in Motibagh.

Who's running away from responsibilities--

What? I'm out.

Somewhere important.

Of course, my life in New York is a big deal.

Mom, I'm a living, breathing adult.

I can take my own decisions. You should focus on yours.

Then don't take the calls, man.

Go to bed. It's late. It's not good for your health.

Bye-bye.

Good night.

Hi.

-So? -You okay?

Yeah.

Shall we?

Ouch!

-Sorry. You okay? -It's okay. Yeah.

Lights? I mean whatever you prefer.

No, I'm cool.

-Yeah? -Yeah, I'm fine.

-I think, off, yeah? Okay. -I don't… Yeah.

I think this is it.

-My hair. -Sorry. Sorry.

Just…

Sorry.

-I'm so sorry… -Maybe this was a bad idea?

-Do you just wanna chill for a bit. Yeah? -Yeah, yeah. Okay.

I was just not feeling it.

What do you mean, you were not feeling it?

You're not my type.

Yeah. Weird.

It's okay. You don't like perfection.

Actually, I don't like arrogance. Yeah.

Arrogance?

The arrogance that makes you a "VIP."

Okay, so you not being a VIP is my fault now?

No. But you being loud

and attention-seeking

is definitely your fault.

Oh, sorry. I didn't realize that you go to bars to meditate.

And I didn't realize that you're so jobless.

Now I know, you're omniscient.

-That's right. -Any other superpowers?

Hard work, focus, self-reliance. Have you ever heard of these?

Have you always been so uptight?

When was the last time you eased up?

You know, only the privileged can afford to ease up.

I have responsibilities.

The only responsibilty you took is to ruin my evening.

Go, change the world.

I am changing the world. At my own accord. But what are you doing?

How long are you gonna live off your father's inheritance?

At least I don't live in a fool's paradise.

I may be entitled, but I'm not foolish or a show-off.

I'd rather be foolish than a spoiled brat.

You know what? You've really ruined my mood.

And you really fucked up my evening.

-So, just leave. -Gladly.

-Good. -People say it, and I finally saw it.

Money can't buy class.

Yeah, but it can definitely buy a VIP section.

Go fuck yourself.

-I'll do it better than you! -Well, you're gonna have to.

Psycho!

Why the fuck do you do this, Sophia?

Just…

Nandini. Hi. Sophia.

I wanted to tell you something confidential.

Sameera has shown a lot of interest in my next venture,

and I'm actually considering it.

Pankaj-sa, book a morning flight.

Tell Mom her responsible son is coming home.

Greetings, Hukum. Here's this week's schedule.

The lawyer is here.

Hukum.

-Greetings, Mom. -God bless you.

Greetings, Hukum.

-Let's begin. -Let's give it a few more minutes.

He'll be here soon.

-Pankaj. -Yes?

-Did he board the flight? -Yes, Hukum.

How long will you indulge him, Mom?

And then you complain about him being irresponsible.

We've been waiting for six months.

It's only right to wait for your brother for your father's will reading, Diggy.

Family's important.

Okay, then, where's Jinnie?

I have an announcement to make.

Thanks to Rousseau,

from now on… Wait for it…

I'll be vegan.

But last month, you both were devouring laal maas.

That was Ryan.

And I broke up with him years ago. This is the new guy, Rousseau.

Sounds like true love, Jinnie.

-Hukum. -Greetings.

-Hukum. -Hukum is here.

-Greetings. -Greetings.

-Fizzy! -How are you, Girdhari-sa?

Hey.

Hey, Jinnie-bunny.

How are you?

-Mom. -God bless you.

Be on time for once, Fizzy.

-Your Highness. -God bless you.

Where is Maji?

You just need to think of Maji,

and she shall appear!

You look stunning.

Lovely to see you, beta.

-Please, have a seat. -Thank you.

Oh, and I almost forgot.

-Tell me. -It was there… Ah-ha!

Voilà!

Edibles! Gummies!

-Wow! -It's the right one, right?

-This is so irresponsible. -Thank you so much!

-Customs could've arrested you. -Who gets arrested for gummy bears?

I have fools all around me.

-May we please begin? -Yes.

Six months after the demise of the Maharaja,

here's a list of his current properties.

Dad's properties are anyway all listed on Wikipedia.

Please let's skip this part.

"I, Yuvanath Singh, being of sound mind and body,

bequeath my assets as below.

I leave my Sheet Mahal to my daughter, Divyaranjini.

The Sukoon Mansion goes to my wife, Padmaja.

Fateh Mansion goes to my son, Aviraaj.

And the Shikaar Fort to Digvijay.

Maji sahiba will retain the north wing of Motibagh as long as she's alive,

and Padmaja will retain the west wing.

My agricultural land assets are to be divided equally between my three children.

What's agricultural assets?

My Rolex watches are to be given to Girdhari.

I leave the throne of Morpur, and responsibility of Motibagh Palace,

on the condition that it must remain part of Morpur family estate,

to my son Aviraaj."

One second.

Wait a minute. I think you are mistaken.

There's a letter too.

"Dear Fizzy,

Diggy, and…

-Jin--" -Give it to me. I'll read it.

Here.

"Dear Fizzy, Diggy, and Jinnie,

you may not understand my decisions,

but they come from a place of love for you.

Still, if they've hurt you,

please forgive me.

Love, Your Dad."

-Wow! -Oh, Pickles.

I mean, wow, this is fantastic.

Calm down, Diggy.

I have no interest in the place anyway. You can have it.

Wow. You're so kind.

Why did you stop? Continue reading.

Okay.

"I leave my monetary assets to Maurice."

-Maurice? -Maurice?

Maurice?

-Maurice? -Maurice?

I need the monetary assets. I have big plans.

Hang on.

Who is this Maurice?

How would I know?

-Only your dad would know that. -Okay.

Dad, who is Maurice?

Dad? I wonder why he isn't answering.

-Fizzy! -That's right, he's dead!

-Fizzy! -Fizzy!

-What's wrong with you? -Stop it!

You're out of line, Fizzy!

Fine, I'll stop it. But what are we to do about this now?

Let's find Maurice and take them to court.

No one from this family is going to court.

If this is your father's decision,

we will respect it.

And I'll find out

who this Maurice is.

It's just a matter of money.

We still have the land.

We have a roof over our heads, the sky,

butterflies, the wind, animals, we have it all.

Be grateful no disaster befell us.

I'm sorry, I forgot to mention the debts.

What?

Yes. Morpur family is under a lot of debt.

Debt?

Okay, I'm out.

Fizzy!

Fizzy!

-Fizzy! -He's gone.

-Paddy! -Maji!

What's going on, Paddy?

I think Zubin will finally have to accept our offer now.

Is the shortlist ready?

What do you want? Twelve months?

Ideally. But…

I can manage in six months also…

Come on, Sophia, not again. We're sticking to 12.

-That's the minimum we need. Okay? -Okay, okay.

Just to clarify,

Sophia did get an informal offer.

But how this news got out, absolutely no clue.

When this informal offer turns formal, let's talk then.

Zubin, you started your first company with 20,000 rupees.

Today, it's an international market leader. Why?

Because of your vision.

The same vision that him and I trust so much.

And now it's your turn, Zubin, to show trust in us.

Okay, I get it.

Come to the point. What's the timeline?

Eighteen months.

Can we please be a little realistic?

Okay.

-Twelve. -Yeah.

-Twelve's fine. -Twelve months for a pilot test?

You know that it needs at least 12 months.

You know it better than anybody in this room

-that the least-- -Six.

Six months. Not a day more.

We'll do it.

Six months.

Yeah.

-Okay. -Okay.

It's difficult, but we'll do it.

Okay.

-Okay. -And if this fails,

WorkPotato must return the entire seed money of this project.

With interest.

-That's a little extreme, okay? -Deal.

Deal.

Deal, Ms. Shekhar.

Guys, I know we're short on time.

But if anyone can pull it off, that's my team.

You know the drill.

Keertana, is the list of royal palaces ready?

-Ready, ma'am. -With their family details.

-It'll be done, ma'am. -Okay, good.

Niki, our pitch deck has to be kickass, guys.

-Of course. -We can't take any chances.

On it, Soph.

Kunal, we must find a place within a week and lock the deal with the family.

-Yeah. -We only have five months

-until we launch, guys. -Okay.

Within five months,

accommodations, renovations, design, staffing, testing must be locked.

Once the rooms are ready, then we focus on our USP.

One that makes us stand out from other palace hotels.

A special royal experience curated for the common man.

The Royal B&B.

-Sounds great, Soph. -That's it.

After that, we launch our pilot.

Okay, guys, step one. Let's select our royal palace.

Niki, did you cross-check the pitch deck properly?

-Chill, Soph, everything is in place. -Okay, good.

I love it!

What was the horse guy's name?

What a stunning palace, Niki!

Was he hot?

We're here to work. Shall we focus on that?

You're upset. So he was hot.

No, he wasn't hot.

He was bloody annoying.

What did the horse guy even do?

Well, he did nothing!

And that's why we're here.

We believe that until now, our palaces haven't been used the way they should be.

They all come with the promise of a royal experience,

but deliver the same old regular hotel experience.

Maharani ji, Maharaja ji,

we understand that the USP of this place

is the art, culture, history and the people here.

At The Royal B&B,

a commoner will be able to meet the royalty up close.

They will be able to come here, stay with you,

and learn what "Yes, Hukum" actually means.

Sounds wonderful to me.

Ms. Shekhar, we're in.

That's great.

We just have a few inputs.

No, Kunal, this is not gonna be possible. We have to find an alternative.

Soph, it's a small compromise.

They won't be here, but the palace will be ours.

The launch is in less than six months.

And we won't get a better palace.

Without a royal family,

we'll be like any other palace hotel.

The Royal B&B's ethos

is that we're promising the common man an experience of living with royalty.

How will we manage that?

We need an alternative. Okay?

-Okay. -Okay!

It was already difficult to manage Motibagh's expenses, Bhabhi-sa.

now we'll have to manage the debts too.

Because of electricity cuts,

my weed babies are also wilting in the heat.

Poor babies.

Not once did he think

how I'll handle it all by myself.

Relax. Take a deep breath.

And chill, Paddy.

Do you have a plan yet?

Your Pickles left us in a pickle.

Now, we'll have to look for ways to even pay for groceries.

And before even one of my three children disappears,

the new heir must be crowned.

Paddy, I meant you!

What are you going to do?

What do you mean?

I was never a romantic,

but I believe

that loving your children,

and grieving your dead husband

shouldn't be the only things a woman does.

Live a little, Paddy.

Your husband is dead,

not you!

Dad, you must stay here for my birthday.

Sorry, Fizzy, I can't attend the party.

But I have a gift for you, son, and you'll love him.

You're the only thing that Dad did right.

I missed you a lot,

my old friend.

You only missed Khan, Hukum?

Not me?

Rafiq chacha.

How are you?

I'm very happy now that I've seen you.

I missed you a lot.

But I didn't get any hiccups.

Now how would I know about your hiccups?

We didn't get to meet last time either.

You left soon after the funeral.

-Onions, salt, duck, curd. -Hukum.

When he was out wasting our money in the name of modelling,

I was here, handling all the royal responsibilities by myself.

-Hukum. -I'm the fool.

Hukum.

Sorry.

I work to maintain the palace,

so he can go around partying irresponsibly?

Hukum.

Then why am I still here? I should take off too.

What did I get in return? Nothing.

If I was out enjoying my life instead of following my Dad's word,

then maybe…

just maybe, he would've considered me worthy of this palace.

For now, I wonder if even this duck curry is worthy of lunch at this palace.

It's duck curry, Hukum.

No, just the salmon for me, Girdhari-sa. Thank you.

Mom,

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said all that.

Don't worry,

we'll find a solution before I leave for New York. We're all here.

No one is going to New York.

Why aren't you having the duck curry?

Duck curry.

No, thanks.

How can I not, Mom? My life is in New York.

Your life is here, Fizzy.

And how long will I handle all this by myself?

In fact, I should go away to New York.

It's a light preparation. No extra fats.

-Try it. -I'm okay. Thank you.

-Are you sure? -Yeah.

Mom, I'm serious.

All right. You may leave.

No one cares about me anyway.

You know what? All of you should leave.

I'm right here. Can no one ever see me?

I see you.

I also see that you're no longer vegan, huh?

How about dealing with the issue at hand first?

Do any of you here

have any bright ideas to save us from Dad's parting gift?

Sell Motibagh.

-What? -What?

We're not selling Motibagh.

Mom, Motibagh's walls and customs,

both are ancient and obsolete.

Before it crumbles and takes us down with it, let's sell it.

What you're mocking is our home.

And Dad loved this palace.

Dad loved his palace for sure,

but didn't care much about our future.

As if you care about our future.

What about us being stuck in the past for the last six months, thanks to you?

His will couldn't even be read in your absence.

Correct. That's the right approach.

Be sentimental about the past, and stay clueless about the future.

You are the one who's clueless.

Can we please discuss the present first?

Absolutely. And presently,

the duck curry is fantastic. It's delicious!

Girdhari, compliments to the chef.

Tell him to always be this cheerful and content while cooking for us.

Let's think of a way to save Motibagh.

Did you find out anything about that Maurice?

I'm trying.

It's not like I have a magic wand

that I can wave, and find out everything.

Stop pressurizing me.

I found someone.

Who knows Maurice?

No. Someone who can save us.

A company.

What are you waiting for? Call them.

Diggy, call them. Now!

I'm at lunch.

-That is good. -I knew it!

Soph, thank God we got Motibagh Palace at such short notice.

I'm surprised they accepted our deal even without a pitch.

Beautiful.

Soph.

What!

Fuck.

Man, this is worse than the profile pics on dating apps.

That's what happens when you don't keep up with the times.

We'll have to rework the budget, guys.

This is a disaster, Kunal.

Maharaja of Morpur passed away six months ago.

His son handles everything now.

-What's his name? -Maharaja Digvijay Singh.

Soph?

We'll handle it together.

This "we'll handle it together" stunt you guys pull

complicates the matter for me.

And I won't be able to handle it again.

Greetings, Hukum.

-Greetings. -Namaste.

-Heartiest welcome to Motibagh Palace. -Thank you.

This is the royal dining hall.

And please remember

to greet the elders of the royal family with a namaste only.

But if they extend their hands…

only then shake hands.

Madam, please don't touch the walls. These painted walls are very antique.

-Not touching. -Okay.

This is the royal darbar hall.

Every Maharaja of Morpur, generation after generation,

has ruled from this throne.

She's so pretty.

Madam, please don't sit there.

-I am so, so sorry. -Keertana, come here.

Keertana, you can't sit there.

And the window you see up there--

Girdhari ji, we've seen enough of the palace.

Can we please meet the Maharaja now?

I'm sorry, but it'll be some time before Hukum can meet you.

-But it's already been an hour! -It's okay. It's okay, Kunal.

-That's fine, Girdhari ji. Let's go. -Please.

-Is that him? -Yes.

-Hukum. -Hello.

-Hello, Digvijay. How are you? -Welcome.

-Pleasure. -Hi.

Sorry I kept you waiting.

That's absolutely fine.

Girdhari ji knows the palace well.

Of course. He has been with Motibagh since before I was born.

Hukum.

So, Digvijay, shall we discuss the terms of the deal?

Sure. I understand your terms and numbers.

You have six months till launch. Correct?

-Yes. -Yes, but we want to make it clear

that this will neither be a boutique hotel nor host any celebrity weddings.

We want complete--

-We… -Soph, you were saying?

Yeah… that…

We need complete creative control.

-Yeah. -That should be doable.

Let's go inside and discuss the details.

But, overall, that works for us.

So, Your Highness, finalised your deal?

My brother, Aviraaj.

Kunal Mehta, CEO, WorkPotato.

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

I'm the CFO. Ms. Shekhar is the boss.

My apologies, Ms. Shekhar.

The Maharaja is forgiven. Sophia Shekhar. CEO, WorkPotato.

Actually…

-There's been a misunderstanding. -The CEO is forgiven.

Aviraaj Singh, Maharaja of Morpur.

-Okay. Shall we? -Yeah, sure.

Soph.

Subtitle translation by: Sheela Sijin Mathews