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Guys! Congratulations! You're finally married now.

-Congratulations! -Yeah!

-You're late as usual. -You know parking is always a struggle.

He has gone completely mute.

-At least someone in the group got… -Hey, congratulations!

-Thank you. Thank you. Same to you. -Thank you.

Don't worry. Marriage is not a big deal.

-Shall we do this? -Absolutely.

-You're sure right? -Hmm.

Yeah, now that we've decided, let's go for it.

Yeah!

So both of you want a divorce by mutual consent?

-Yes. -What I really want

is a small, cute, healthy four-kilo baby.

But even for that, mutual consent is required, right, madam?

And she's not consenting.

I'm kidding.

-But she's not kidding. -Why're you not kidding?

-Hmm? -I mean, sorry!

-You don't want a child? -No.

Didn't I tell you before? "Don't get married to this girl."

Your horoscopes don't match at all.

-But you just didn't listen. -Mom, yaar!

Can you please relax a bit?

-Have some water. -I feel like slapping him!

What are you doing? Stop being emotional.

Divorce is like a heart attack. Every fourth person is getting one.

And why didn't you allow me to come there? I would've kept you in control.

You dare try to come here, young lady!

My dream is to see you at the marriage altar,

not in a divorce court.

Are you really talking on a video call in my court?

You better disconnect the call right now,

or I'll send all of you out of this courtroom.

-I'm sorry. -Sorry, madam.

If you didn't want a child, why did you get married?

I fell in love with him.

I did too.

I dreamed of a different kind of life with him.

I did too.

So many hopes and plans.

Appu… forget all this.

We still have time.

Later on, we'll have to get an IVF done.

The reason I don't want a child is because

I'm already raising a child here.

Wow! She's already raising someone else's child!

Gaurav, did you know about this?

-She-- -Living with this man

is as good as raising a child.

He still asks for pocket money from his father

-His mother buys underwear for him. -But I--

And on the rare occasion when he picks up his own cup after tea,

the whole family behaves as if he's won the gold medal at the Olympics.

Objection, Your Honour! I don't even drink tea!

-I only drink coffee, right? -Yes.

I don't think he knows why he wants to have a child.

Hey! Don't act too smart, okay?

Madam, can you tell me something? What is life?

First, we're born, then we go to school,

then we go to college.

Then we get a job, then we get married.

Then we have a baby. That's what life is, right?

That's not life, it's called conditioning for a reason.

Madam, how will our lineage continue if they don't have a child?

This way our species will become extinct!

They are Gehlots, not endangered species on the verge of extinction.

Man, it's not about extinction for God’s sake!

Madam, babies bring happiness in one's life.

I have a friend, Pawan.

Just two years ago, he became a father.

It brought him so much happiness.

Whenever I meet him,

he has a smile on his face, as if he's doing a toothpaste commercial.

I, too, want that sort of happiness in my life.

I, too, want a child, someone who calls me, "Papa, Papa, Papa."

Madam, I love kids.

I really want my own child.

Ma'am, we already went through counselling.

My decision is final.

I just don't want a child.

And a marriage without any children has absolutely no meaning for me.

So, shall we finalize the divorce?

This court grants a decree of divorce,

dissolving the marriage between the parties.

It's over.

Tell me now

how will my sweet Guggu become a papa?

Single Papa Pa Pa Papa

You better slow down GG's come to town

GG's got a dankness Lethal as poison

It's poison

It's poison

You better slow down GG's come to town

GG's got a dankness Lethal as poison

-Hi! Good morning. -Good morning.

By the way, GG, why do you have to do all this drama?

-What? -You know I've always been ready.

-Huh? -As if you don't know.

Hmm, okay. Call me.

Lethal as poison

GG! What's so special today, hmm?

Stop bouncing around like a boiled egg, would you?

-Oh, no, no! -Yeah.

Important to keep the heart rate up, Meenu aunty.

Meenu!

-Yeah. -Okay, tell me, where's your mom?

Not going for Zumba?

I asked her this morning. She said she's not in the mood.

Oh, yeah, she must be getting nonstop calls today.

-Hmm. -Why?

Her birthday's in April, right?

Stop playing so dumb, smarty-pants. I know everything!

"Smarty-pants"?

What does she know?

What's wrong with everyone today?

Reshma!

Fresh lime water!

It's ready, sir, with jaggery.

Yes, sir, of course. Completely issue-less, sir.

You look so much better in real life than in your pictures!

Thank you. What picture?

Uh, excuse me, sir, allow me to call you in a little while. Okay?

Good morning!

Good morning, Papa.

What's issue-less?

"Issue-less" means uh…

there were no issues at all in the society.

Oh!

Everything safe and sound here.

-Really? -This time

the committee has chosen some great members.

Uh, since when are you interested in society matters, Papa?

Are you hiding something? Tell me the truth now!

-What are you hiding? -This is what they're hiding.

Their antics.

Both of them will never miss a chance to embarrass us.

Oh, my God!

"Wanted brides!"

"32-year-old issueless, innocent divorcee,

Jat boy, very handsome, six-footer"?

"Owning two branches business."

"Travel abroad seven times. US, Canada visa ten year received!"

"From reputed family,

looking for suitable alliance of same caste."

-Is that me?! -But you're looking so cute, Guggu.

Look, your dad and I thought since you don't read the newspaper,

you wouldn't find out.

You thought I would…

The whole of Gurgaon has found out! How did you think I wouldn't?

And I'm six feet tall?! How many lies have you printed about me?

And what's this English? "Owning two branches business!"

We barely own two branches of a tree, Maa!

I wrote what I could think of! What else should I've written?

That we run a booze shop called "Badnaam Wines"?

-Is she ma… -Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Are you saying you're ashamed of our business?

It's a respectable occupation. "Wine Mart" is what it is called.

-Give-- -Focus on our son now!

For God's sake, just focus on yourselves for a change.

And take all this focus off me now!

You guys have made it a mission to get me married again!

I just want a child, not a wife.

I'm going for a shower.

And this! Get rid of this!

I don't care how!

Ridiculous!

Be careful.

When did you start reading the newspaper?

-Cheers, my broski! -Cheers!

Hey! You don't need this, dude!

You're bloody lucky that you have Vivaan. Stop drooling.

Yeah, bro.

Grass is always greener on the other side.

And beer is always colder in the other glass!

Come on, man! Beer!

Fucker, you're the lucky one.

Me? How's that?

Bro, not everyone gets the kind of opportunity that you have.

What opportunity?

You have escaped the Matrix, broski!

You're single to mingle again.

Recognize your powers, bro!

Look there, at the bar.

That girl is checking you out with her fake lenses.

You can see from here that her lenses are fake?

Yes, I'm Peyush Bansal, the owner of Lenskart, right?

-Huh? -You dumbfu…

I'm showing you a babe, and you're asking me about finances!

-She's actually hot. -Mm-hmm.

Should I go for it?

Sure?

Don't mess it up!

Hi.

I'll have the same.

Hi.

That's all I have. I don't know any pickup lines.

Isn't that a pickup line?

Really? That's all it takes these days?

Oh…

It's been a while since the lion stepped out of his cage?

Breakup, or… divorce?

Take a guess, why don't you?

If a good-looking hunk like you was available in the market,

I would've definitely known about it.

Divorce?

Hmm.

Well, if I'd met a girl who's as hot and sexy as you,

I'd never have gotten married.

I'm Gaurav, by the way.

-Inara. -Huh?

Inara.

That's your real name?

-Yes! Why? -I mean,

you know, back in my day,

Pooja, Neha, Priya were names that were in fashion.

This sounds a little filmy. You know, Samara, Kiara, that kinda thing.

I mean, Inara is a great name as well.

Oh, really?

Anyways, uh, so, Inara…

Hmm?

Wanna go somewhere else, where we can hear each other speak?

Hmm, sure.

-Put it on silent, won't you? -What?

Baby.

Already calling me baby and all? Naughty, naughty!

I'm talking about your crying-baby ringtone?

It's killing the vibe.

But that's not mine. Must be yours.

That's not a phone!

Holy cow!

What the fuck?!

-But that's an actual baby! -Oh, my god!

What's this baby doing here?

Hey! Don't leave me alone!

Just wait!

-What's a baby doing here? -I-I-I don't know, man!

-I-I-I-- -You psycho!

Your baby was in this car, and you were dancing and flirting with me?

What?! But that's not my baby!

The car's yours, so the baby has to be yours!

The car is yours, isn't it?

Of course, it's mine.

Look! Look, at this big GG logo on the front.

-So-- -Just hold on. Come with me.

Oh no, I… left the window open.

Oh, who the hell has left this baby in my car, man?

Whose baby is this? Where's everyone?

Hey, Nams, I can't talk to you right now. I'm in a huge mess.

The real mess is here, man.

Dad hasn't come home, and his phone's switched off.

-I have to leave now! -Hey, wait! She can't leave!

Who's this "she"? Our dad's pronouns are "He" and "Him."

-I'm not talking to you! -At least let me--

That's not my baby.

-He's not even on the terrace. -Why would he be on the terrace?

Yes, Mr. Mishra.

Uh, could you put my husband on the phone, please?

Not there? Nammo, call the police!

Are you looking for him, or should I call the police station?

-Police Station? -Po… Police?

I can't go to the police. My husband shouldn't know about this!

Husband?

-What? You're married? -I'm out of here.

Is it necessary to be sarcastic in the middle of a crisis?

I know the engagement period is a bit long.

-So what? -Nammo, have you called the police, yet?

God! I'll bring Papa back. You just hang up now!

Oh, hello! Why didn't you tell me that you were married?

Oh, hello! You've got plenty of your own problems.

Focus on those, okay?

Yeah, but…

Oh, hello! Bukhara, Kinara, or was it Sahara? Don't go!

Oh, man!

She left me here alone.

Yes, sir?

Don't feel like crying now, huh?

Oh, Papa, look at the state you're in. Let's go.

-Why, bro? -Let's go home.

-When did I refuse to go, huh? Let's go. -Papa, where are you going, man?

-Home! -Why do you keep doing this?

You shouldn't drink so much.

-Let's go home. -Home, sweet home

-Yes, your sweet home. -Is that our home?

No, that's mine. This one's yours.

Reshma, get some water, please.

Reshma, along with the whiskey, please.

-Sit here. -Where did you find him?

On the phone, he updated his status again.

"I left my lover's house, feeling empty"

"But the one I thought was my lover Turned out to be family"

-"Real family," son. -Yeah, yeah the same thing.

-He was at Mishra uncle's? -Where else?

Really? Mishra said you weren't at his place.

I told him to say so to ignore you.

Papa, why do you always behave so childish?

You could've at least informed us.

Don't say anything, or he'll post it on his status.

-His drunk updates are even worse. -Water.

-Have some water. -No, ma'am, thank you.

Why do you drink so much when you can't handle it?

What's the fun in drinking if you can handle it.

The reason I drink is, so that I can handle you.

Oh, Haryanvi Devdas! Relax.

-He thinks he's the one who handles me. -Mummy!

Let me speak, Gaurav!

We've been married for so many years now. And you still have a problem with me?

-Hey, Papa. -You know the older the curd gets,

-the more sour it becomes! -Somebody--

Nammo!

Hey, listen!

Look. Look what I found?

Hi!

Where did you find this baby?

Huh?

Come on, tell me where you found him.

-He was in my car. -What?

Is he a child or a parking ticket that you found him in a car?

I hope he's not yours. Tell us the truth.

-Huh? No, no. He's not mine at all. -Keep quiet.

-Papa. -This is why…

-This is why Aparna left you. -Huh?

You went ahead and had a baby with someone else!

Mummy! What rubbish are you talking?!

-Have you had a few as well? -Listen.

What if his parents file a kidnapping case against you?

Hey, no one's filing any case. Cutie!

His fair skin suggests that he must be from the hills.

-You're a racist, Papa! -Hmm?

What should we feed him? Should we give him some milk?

Such a small baby must be breastfed.

-Breastmilk? -You must be from Uttarakhand?

Or are you from Himachal?

-Don't you think he belongs to Nainital? -How would I know, Papa?

-Baby formula! -Uh…

It's just like mother's milk.

-But do we have any baby formula? -Yeah, surely.

So many overgrown babies here. Of course we have a baby formula.

Hey, no one needs your sarcasm.

We need your help. Go and order it from GK Medical. Go!

Harrrr!

He has to be a Punjabi!

Guggu, do one thing. Go to Mr. Mishra's house.

He just had a grandson.

So they have everything. Formula, bottle, diapers, all of it.

-Yeah! I'll be back with some food. -And I will go heat some water.

-Baby's going to get a sponge bath! -I'll get a towel.

I have a crop top which I'll crop further. It'll definitely fit him.

-Listen, I'm sure he's 100% a Kashmiri. -Yeah.

-Yeah, could be. -Hmm.

-Does this look comfy? -Oh, come on!

It never looked comfy on you, why would it suit him?

I think we should take him to the police station.

At this hour?

If he doesn't sleep, my baby might fall ill!

-Yeah. -Your baby? How is it your baby?

I was talking about my baby Gaurav.

No, no. It's very late now, I can't take him. I'll take him tomorrow.

I think I should take him to my room and let him sleep there.

It might help with my manifestation.

You never know, may be a little bundle of joy will be in our future too.

-Is everything okay? -Yes.

Sir, I fed him milk. He's sleeping.

Very good.

Do you mind if I… hold him?

-Of course. -I only picked up the box earlier.

-Yes, be careful. -Easy, easy.

-Oh baby! -Oh, my baby. Hi, cutu!

Hi, cutu!

Look, look, look, look, he smiled, he smiled, he smiled.

No, he's happy because he's farting.

He's farted?

I'll be sleeping in the kitchen. Wake me up if you need anything.

Yeah, okay, you go.

Hmm?

Hey! What happened?

Huh? What happened?

Oh, shit!

Hey!

Reshma, come quick! Look, he's been crying for so long.

Just look at his lips. They've turned all blue!

-He's… he's breathing so fast, sir. -Yeah.

Call a doctor, quickly!

Forget the doctor. I'll take him straight to the hospital.

-Mr. Gaurav, were you the one who called? -Yes, yes. Yes. Careful.

Sir, rapid breath and bluish skin around the face.

Swelling in the eyes and legs. All signs of VSD.

-V-VSD, meaning? -Ventricular Septal Defect.

-W-What's that? -He has a hole in his heart.

A hole?

He'll be fine, right?

Don't worry. Happens to a lot of kids.

We'll operate immediately.

-You complete the formalities. -Yes, Doctor.

Take him slowly.

Careful, careful, careful.

-Name? -Name? I don't know.

-How come you don't know your own name? -Mine?

Gaurav Gehlot.

For now, I'll just write that. Sex?

It's been well over a year now.

What?

I mean, gender, sir.

Oh! I'm male, ma'am.

The baby's.

Baby is also male.

Sorry.

-Will you be paying the deposit? -Yes, of course, I can do that.

All right, so, uh, please sign here. And here, and on the last page. Hmm?

And yeah, you'll have to wait till the police arrive.

I hope it's fine with you.

Of course it's fine. As if I'm scared of the police.

Which room do you want? Private or sharing?

This is the "Baby of Gaurav Gehlot."

VVIP room.

Book the best available room in your hotel.

Sir, this is a hospital, not a hotel.

I hope you know that.

-"Best room." -Yes, I know that.

But if the hospital feels like a hotel, then what can I do about it?

-Sir? -All well. Nothing to worry.

Your boy's a fighter.

And he's responding to treatment very well.

-Very good. -Thank you.

In such cases,

it's crucial to bring the patient to the hospital in time.

-Right -You did well.

Thank you, sir. You also did very well, sir.

May I… see the baby now?

We'll shortly shift him to the recovery room.

-You can see him then. Hmm? -Sir.

Thank you so much, sir.

La la baby, lullaby

Shall I open a magical box for you?

A blanket of rainbow dreams

Shall I drape around you?

Sleep all night, while I wake

Watch you turn, keep an eye on you

Mirror to my childhood, that's you

The apple of my eye, that's you

What strange love is this I feel?

I don't know when you became My whole heart

My every breath now belongs to you

What strange love is this I feel?

Mr. Gaurav Gehlot?

Baby of Gaurav Gehlot. Sex, male.

-I want the best room in your hotel. -No, no, no.

Your baby is under observation in the recovery room.

-He's still there? -Don't worry, your baby is fine.

He is recovering well.

The senior doctor will come for rounds in the afternoon.

Once he gives a go-ahead, we'll definitely shift him to another room.

-Sir, you can go home and come back. -You won't discharge him now?

Only the doctors will be able to tell you post examination.

It may take a day or two, but nothing to worry.

Where the hell are you, bro?

Did you forget we have to go to Goldie's place?

-Answer the phone! -Oh, shit!

Is this really a house, or the set of Heeramandi?

Oh God!

Without enamelled jewellery, a bride's look is incomplete.

Have a look, dear.

How do you like it, Mrs. Gehlot?

Mrs. Aggarwal, you have an exquisite choice.

We love it, right?

Oh, absolutely right! She's your daughter now.

Dress her the way you like.

-Aunty, uh-- -Mom. Call me "Mom".

Mom… this is nice.

Uh, can I try that one also?

Yeah, this one is quite classy.

-It's too basic. -Yeah, I agree it's rather plain.

-Sorry. -Ah! We have a joke in our family.

Our daughter-in-law and basic? Not a chance!

"Our daughter-in-law and basic"?

Mrs. Suman is a bundle of jokes!

Ever since we got married,

I've been laughing nonstop at her funny jokes.

Lucky man!

You see, Mr. Gehlot,

this is the first inter-caste marriage in our family.

Countless people have asked me this "You want a bride from a Jat clan?"

"Have you lost your mind?"

But I clearly told my son.

"Look, Son,

it doesn't matter whether your horoscopes match or not."

"One quality must match at any cost."

"L-L-L."

"Long-Lasting Laughter!"

Actually, Uncle, you can't call it a quality.

It's a neurological condition,

where a person just keeps laughing like an idiot for no reason at all.

This was a joke too.

-Good one, brother! -Thanks!

Sir, the police is at the gate.

Great, the police is at the gate!

-Did you say "police"? -Not for you. For Mr. Gehlot.

-Huh? -What did you do now?

You please sit down. We're not here for you.

-Are you Mr Gehlot? -Yes, what has happened, sir?

-You need to come for a paternity test. -Huh?

What, "Huh"? You admitted the child, right?

-Aren't you Gaurav Gehlot? -Wait a second!

I'm Gaurav Gehlot. But why do you need a paternity test?

Because there's a report filed against you.

You're the baby's father?

-No! -You need to come to the station.

Come with us.

-Come on! -Don't worry I'll handle it.

I'm coming with you.

We'll do this another time.

Huh?

"Haste makes waste, isn't it?"

-No, no. Actually, Mom, my brother-- -Aunty!

Uh, Mrs. Aggarwal, last night, uh, Gaurav found a baby on the street.

So he took him to a hospital.

It has to be some kind of a misunderstanding.

-It's not a big deal. Trust me. -Yes.

See, a paternity test is actually a big deal.

-I am sure the results would be negative-- -When you get the test results,

don't forget to message us.

No, no, you tell me, isn't this unjust?

I've done a good deed, but you're insulting me.

I'm a citizen of this country. I have rights too!

-Why are you yelling, sir? -Yes, sir!

So, where did you find the kid?

Oh, sir, I made a whole long written complaint about all of this yesterday

like a good citizen.

He was there. Mr. Phool Singh, tell him.

Why have they drawn my blood? What is this?

You have a problem answering my question?

I mean, sir…

-I found him on the backseat of my car. -Alone, in the car?

-He was all alone, in a box, sir. -I meant you!

Me? There was a girl with me, sir.

Your wife?

Sir, which idiot spends private time with his own wife in his own car?

He's absolutely right, sir.

Girlfriend?

No, sir, I'd just met her in the pub.

What was this girl's name?

Name, sir, Tiara, Niagara something like that.

She was married, sir. So she wouldn't tell me her real name.

Oh, God! I'm sure there'd be an eyewitness who can confirm your story, right?

But, sir, there was…

There were number of CCTV cameras all over the place. Just get the feed and check.

More than half of them are not working.

Don't work?!

Oh!

-Phool Singh sir, just a second, -Hey!

Hold my hand after a break. I'm talking to sir right now!

Sir, listen to what I'm saying.

Let's make the bottle my eyewitness.

I knew he'd say something like that.

Who are you, madam?

I'm the one who filed the complaint.

Oh, aah!

Romila Nehra. Chairperson, CACA.

What is Caca who is Caca?

Central Authority of Child Adoption.

Now tell me the truth.

The child you abandoned at the hospital is yours, right?

Mine?

Now you're just making things up, madam!

Why on earth would I lie?

We'll know the truth once we have the paternity test.

-Do it then! -Ma'am?

Nurse, thank you.

DNA match, negative. Paternity test, failed.

-You see? -It's not his baby.

What did I say? No, no, read it. Read it out loud. So everyone can hear!

Sir, I suggest, we do this test a couple more times.

Best of three will be good!

It'll be so much fun to defeat you 3 times in a row!

How juvenile!

We got this test done because it's about an innocent child's wellbeing.

And it's men like you who get women pregnant and leave them.

If only a woman allows me to get her pregnant in the first place!

I'll hold her so tight, I'll never let her go.

-I'll cling on to her! -Really?

Dearly.

And you were talking about leaving, madam?

I'll only leave my child when I'm dropping him to school,

school to home and home to tuition. That's it!

Listen, getting offended right now is very unnecessary!

I'm only doing my duty here, okay?

Inspector, post investigation, you know the drill.

-Thank you. -What drill? Hey wait, madam!

You've insulted me in front of everyone.

I'm going to sue you for defamation. Wait and watch!

Do whatever you want.

Just one look at you and it's clear how much time you have to spare.

You think I have time to spare?

I've been respectful because you're a woman.

Otherwise, I would've set you straight by now.

What will you do? Huh?

You're gonna assault me? Are you going to behave like a goon now?

-You bloody hooligan! -Hey! You bloody… Quick Gun Murugan!

-You think you can say anything? -You f--

You just f… f…

-How dare you?! -"Dare you!" Dare!

Mad woman!

Did you see the test results?

Share it with your jeweller too!

No, baby, uh… Baby, I understand you're upset.

Just a minute! Who's getting married? Me or your mom? Huh?

So who gets to choose the jewellery? Me or her?

You! You, baby, you! Of course, you!

And let me tell you, I'm not wearing that ugly set.

Yeah, please don't wear it.

It's really yuck! Who would want to wear that?!

And what's the problem with the girls from Jat families? Huh?

Saina Nehwal, Gita and Babita Phogat, Sakshi Mallik, they're all Jat girls.

There's no problem. Who said there's a problem?

In fact, the country's proud of Jat girls. I'm proud of Jat girls!

And you think an inter-caste marriage isn't a problem in my family? Huh?

-But my family wasn't sarcastic. -No, they weren't at all!

I'll be wearing a Rimple-Harpreet. And jewellery from Sabyasachi.

Okay.

That's great. Let me inform my mom then.

Have you gone nuts?

Why would you tell your mom? Then she'll think I told you.

But didn't you just say that?

Yes, I told you, but I never told you to tell her!

Okay! So what do you want me to do exactly?

What was the point of this 45-minute-long conversation?

There's no point talking to you!

Just hang up! Enough of your pointless blabbering!

Uh, boy trouble?

Don't you have, like, homework or something?

Rude!

"Boy trouble!"

Sister!

-Hey, Sister! -Yes?

Where's that little baby? He came a few days ago, I brought him.

"Baby of Gaurav Gehlot."

-That one? -Yes.

He was taken away by the orphanage people.

Took him? To which orphanage?

-Sneh Bhavan. -Sneh Bhavan?

-Yes. -Thank you.

"Sneh Bhavan."

One, two, three,

four, five, six…

Good day, sir.

Hello, buddy!

Sir!

Can I address you as "sir"?

You can call me whatever you like.

I mean, how do you identify?

Iden… ? Oh!

-Son, I identify with Aadhar Card. Look-- -Oh, no, no!

I meant male, cisgender, female?

Female?

What's the matter, buddy? Do I look female to you?

Microaggression is not good.

-Huh? -I'll take it I can call you "sir" then.

You, uh…

Oh!

You're one of those, right?

What do they call them, pseudo-intellectual types? Woke!

Shlok.

And I don't like labels.

Just call me Shlok.

Shlok, Woke, one and the same thing.

Hey, Woke Shlok,

I wanted to meet that "Baby of Gaurav Gehlot."

-Sorry, who exactly? -You know, that tiny little cutie pie?

The one who was found in Pristine Hospital?

Oh, yeah. come with me.

Woke Shlok.

-Okay, so tell me something. -This way.

You're a sweet little kid.

-How come you haven't been adopted yet? -Sir!

-Sir, I'm not an orphan. -Oh!

In fact, this orphanage belongs to my family trust.

I see.

-So tell me how many kids live here? -Forty-seven.

Man, I'm getting Taare Zameen Par vibes out here.

-All the kids look so happy here. -What?

You know… somehow, we all end up thinking that, uh,

children in orphanages must be sad or hungry,

and they're run by crazy weird women.

It's very easy to please children, sir.

Just give them a little love, a little affection,

and a little bit of time.

Our attempt is that

when they leave this home and go to another home,

they should feel even happier there.

Like all children in the world,

they too deserve their share of happiness, don't they?

Yeah.

-Buddy, my baby? -Oh, yeah!

This is the room for infants and toddlers.

Sir, here's your baby.

Hey…

How's my little champ?

We're still thinking of a name for him.

Amul.

Like the butter?

Yeah.

I found him in an Amul carton that night.

Amul is a Hindi word meaning "precious."

Priceless.

-Amul's perfect. -Amul it is, then.

Hi, baby Amul!

Hi! Can I uh…

Can I pick him up?

Yeah, sure.

Careful with his neck.

I just wish to walk all paths With your hand in mine

I want to spend my whole life with you

I pray that no grief ever finds you

May every step you take Be filled with smiles

I am always with you

I exist because of you

I mean this with all my heart…

-You look so happy in these. -Yeah.

It looks like you've won a big lottery today.

He is a little lottery.

Listen. Will you share these pictures with me?

-Yeah, sure. -Yeah.

-Give me your number. -Yes, ma'am? Yeah.

What strange love Is this I feel?

I don't know when you became My whole heart

My every breath now belongs to you

What strange love is this I feel?

What strange love is this I feel?

-Have you come here to meet Amul? -Yeah!

But he's been adopted already.

What?!

Yeah!

Just two days ago, a British couple showed up.

They must have reached London by now.

What?! How could he get adopted just like that?

What do you mean just like that? That's the whole purpose of this place.

Children come here to get adopted, right?

Yeah, but Amul is my child! I was planning on adopting him myself!

Sorry, sir, but you've missed the train.

Amul is gone now.

Have you come to meet Amul? But he's been adopted already.

Eating sugar? No, Papa!

Telling lies? No, Papa!

I'm just here to speak to Shlok. You do your duty. Don't worry about me!

-How're you, Shlok? -Sir!

Sorry, man.

Ah, you're playing a game, huh?

-I'm studying. -Oh, good! What're you studying?

"Disrupted Ecosystem and Ocean Acidification

due to Global Warming."

-Shlok, I have decided. -What?

That I'm going to adopt Amul.

Sir, I hear you.

But adoption is a very lengthy and difficult process.

Yeah, so, we'll make it short and easy.

-Let me give you a reality check. -For how much?

Just kidding. Tell me.

Do you know the number of adoptions which happened last year in India?

No.

Four thousand three hundred and twenty-five.

And in how many of these cases were the fathers Single Papas?

Maybe like fifty or sixty.

-Not even one. -What?

Now you can imagine how difficult it is to be a Single Papa

for single men in India.

-You're sure about this, aren't you? -Buddy, I'm a 100% sure.

Okay.

And your family? I hope they're with you on this.

Adoption is impossible without them.

Either my dead body, or your dead body!

First divorce, then adoption!

I'll be thrown from every kitty party!

Listen, if my marriage gets cancelled because of you, I'll kill you.

Let's take a trip to Bangkok. Your problem is a little different.

Sir?

Are you with me?

Uh, yes, yes! With you. With you.

Come.

Come where, buddy?

Let me introduce you to my mom.

Hey, you've called Ma'am your mom by mistake.

-Actually, Ma'am is my mom. -Yeah?

She's the managing trustee of this orphanage.

Oh, wow! It's like a family! Let's go!

-Mom! -Ma'am.

-Hmm? -Cool! Namast… You!

Ma'am?

-You?! -Mom, he has come to adopt Amul.

How dare he?!

I thought you were gonna slap a defamation case on me?

"Defamation case"?

Oh! Madam,

are you still upset about that incident at the hospital.

Just let it go!

And the way you did this!

Uh, should I let that go too?

Ma'am, may I suggest something? Let's start afresh.

You forgive me for earlier, I get to adopt the child I want.

Go and find yourself another hobby.

I'll make sure you can never adopt a baby from here.

It's not a hobby, ma'am.

Amul is my soulmate.

And I'll make sure I adopt him.

How exactly? Are you gonna carry him out of here?

Now, a three-month old isn't gonna walk out of here, is he?

I'll have to carry him out, won't I?

Even if you were the very last applicant on this planet,

I will make sure that you can never adopt a child.

Okay, then, madam.

Now, I don't care how I have to do it.

But I will definitely take Amul home.

And I will be his Single Papa.

You better slow down GG's come to town

GG's got a dankness Lethal as poison

It's poison

It's poison

You better slow down GG's come to town

GG's got a dankness Lethal as poison

I lead from the front The crowd follows me

My rhythm, my swag, is quite deadly

Anything I say Makes me sound like a gangsta

I got the moves and vibe of a romancer

I go cruisin' Through your town in my Thar

Even got my own business empire

I was taught to live With love and affection

But I keep love in one hand In the other a gun

Make one mistake and I'll understand

Make another And I'll kill you where you stand

Wanna know who I am? Ask anyone in town

All my deeds and misdeeds You'll get the lowdown

You better slow down GG's come to town

GG's come to town You better slow down

You better slow down GG's come to town

GG's got a dankness Lethal as poison

You better slow down GG's come to town

GG's got a dankness Lethal as poison

You better slow down

GG's come to town

You better slow down

GG's come to town

I'm a Haryana boy, simple and sweet

No brother ever born That's got me beat

Fear itself bows in fear to me

No brother ever born That could scare me

GG on the streets sparks a traffic jam

GG makes love Like he don't give a damn

I was born with warrior DNA

I get saluted by your local MLA

You better slow down GG's come to town

GG's come to town You better slow down

I lead from the front The crowd follows me

My rhythm, my swag, is quite deadly

Anything I say Makes me sound like a gangsta

I got the moves and vibe of a romancer

I go cruisin' Through your town in my Thar

Even got my own business empire

I was taught to live With love and affection

But I keep love in one hand In the other a gun

Make one mistake and I'll understand

Make another And I'll kill you where you stand

Wanna know who I am? Ask anyone in town

All my deeds and misdeeds You'll get the lowdown

You better slow down GG's come to town

GG's come to town You better slow down

You better slow down GG's come to town

GG's got a dankness Lethal as poison

You better slow down GG's come to town

GG's got a dankness Lethal as poison

You better slow down

GG's come to town

You better slow down

GG's come to town

Hey, Shlok! What's up, buddy?

Get in. I want to talk to you for a minute.

My mom says I shouldn't speak to strangers.

Yeah, and my mom says no one should walk under the sun

because that's how you get tanned.

Get in the car.

It's obvious you're not here to give me a lift.

-Then what do you really want? -Oh, my, my!

What a promising and smart kid you are!

-Then why aren't you helping me, man? -Help?

What kind of help do you want?

Yo, buddy! You already know what kind of help I need.

Make me a Single Papa, man!

Sorry, sir, but no one can help you.

My mom won't approve of it, sir.

What? But why? Hey, wait!

Just wait a minute. Why wouldn't she approve it?

-What's she got against me? -Okay. Let's start at male chauvinism.

Patriarchal mindset,

immaturity.

You're pretty short-tempered,

and mannerless.

And even if my mom ignores all of that,

how will she ignore your gender?

Meaning?

In general, she believes that men are not good at parenting.

And every mother is a single mother.

Because the burden of parenting mostly falls on them.

But of course, if you were married, you'd have a better chance.

So what do I do now?

You guys want me to get a sex-change operation?

-Sir, you should get married. -Huh?

Well, I hope that after our marriage… you want kids, right?

Yes, Of course

Thank God!

So, I've already selected a baby.

Now I'm just looking for a beautiful and nice mother for him.

-What? -Yeah!

Ready-made kid with a husband. Package deal!

Sorry, mister! You don't need a wife. You need a nanny.

Don't marry me if you don't want to.

But in front of the adoption agency, just say yes.

Just so I can get the baby.

Do I look like a fool to you?

So tell me, what are your views on adoption?

Why do you want to adopt?

I'm there to give you one.

But I am looking for a mom, you see.

Not mom. What you need is a good psychiatrist.

Disgusting!

Sir, tea, coffee, cold drink?

Hey, man, can you get me a mom?

What, sir?

Single Papa Pa Pa Pa Pa Papa

It's not like I chose my own gender, right?

-This is not right! -Exactly!

Then why am I getting punished for this?

-Because you have to wear your undies! -Huh?

Pawan!

You hold the undies. I'll distract him with cartoons.

I'll chase him around, you just catch him and pull the undies up.

-Vivaan, stop! -No, no!

Think hard, broski.

Do you really want to adopt?

Bro, it needs planning and plotting even to put undies on him.

-Are you ready for all this? -Hey, bro!

I am here to talk about all the discrimination against me,

not your undies.

Women have faced discrimination for centuries.

-Now you tolerate a bit. -Oh, come on!

I'm really not in a mood to listen to your boring lecture on feminism.

Guys, you don't understand!

Amul will be taken away by someone else,

and I'll just be sitting here doing nothing.

What I don't understand is that

how could you take the decision of adopting Amul

without consulting anyone.

-You should've discussed it with someone. -Really?

When you and Jasmine decided that you guys wanted to get married,

-you just copied us on the email, right? -She was preg…

And I love her, alright?

My story was different.

So how is it any different, man? It's the same thing.

How is it the same thing, bro? Do you love Amul?

Love?

My friend, love is too small a word.

I'll tell you what I feel for Amul.

The only word…

"Lovest" is the right word for it.

-"Lovest"? -Yeah!

Big, bigger, biggest? Love, lover, lovest.

Bro, this isn't "lovest," it's "egoist"!

That Mrs. Nehra has hurt your ego, and your inner Jat has gone crazy.

Look, being Amul's Single Papa is what I want to do.

-Swear on your mom. -Man, I swear on my mom!

Alright then!

Now onwards, I'm on your side.

Pawan, you come here and make your son wear undies.

Hey!

Hey! Hey, Mowgli! Wear your underwear before I slap you.

Pawan! Gentle parenting!

Hey, Mowgli! Wear your underwear quickly before I slap you.

Good boy! Yes!

Why don't you listen to me?

Mummy, you can't get affected by whatever they are saying.

And why do ya'll behave like servants in front of Goldie's parents?

Nammo, girls from good homes don't post such things.

How would I know? I never received "the reputed family handbook".

Hey, what happened? Why are you guys arguing?

My mother-in-law wants me to delete

all my swimsuit pictures from my social media.

So do it. What's wrong with that?

I said the same thing.

Why should I? It's my private account.

I worked hard on these abs. Why shouldn't I flaunt them?

She's got a point, Mummy!

Her hard work was on some other level. Even now she can do a hundred crunches.

Actually, it is her fault.

-She advised me to add her. -And now I am telling you to delete them.

I will not delete. Make her understand.

You guys take my advice.

Toss a coin, or play rock, paper, scissors.

Just stop boring me, please.

Nammo, you simply have to delete them

before they decide to delete you.

Remember the last time? You were deleted right before the wedding.

A very warm welcome to all of you, to Aashi's Birthing and Beyond.

Today we are going to learn the most important step of parenting.

"How to make a baby burp?"

Sorry.

Sorry. Shh!

What's a man doing here?

Okay, let's continue.

So first of all, we will hold

the baby in this manner.

Then, we'll gently rub the baby's back a couple of times

until the baby burps.

This is how you pat a baby. The back.

Like this. Upwards.

Yeah, but its head… It's fallen off a little bit.

Next time, please bring your wife along, okay?

Teacher ma'am, actually, I can do much better.

That, uh…

I don't know why but right now, I have this weird feeling inside me.

Like my… like my baby… he just…

I'll… I'll be back in the next class.

Sorry. Thank you.

-Sir? -How are you?

It's quite late.

It's not allowed to come here so late at night.

Where… where is Shlok?

Shlok sir must be inside.

Go and tell Shlok that I am here.

-It's important. I'm right here. -But, sir!

You go tell him. I'll wait here.

Oh, my baby!

No, no, no, no. Don't cry.

No, don't cry baby!

-No, no-- -What happened to him?

-Uh-- -Why is he crying?

Here, give him to me.

-Oh, my little cutie pie. -Hey!

What happened to my darling?

Shh! Shh!

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Hi, cutu!

What happened?

Amul was constantly crying since an hour, and no one could get him to stop.

But he stopped crying the moment he took him.

Hi! Oh, my baby!

Shh, shh!

Hey, don't eat my finger.

I knew that something was wrong with my son.

I had this really weird feeling you know.

Yeah!

How do you think Papa got to know, huh?

It's happened for the first time.

Oh, my baby. It's alright. Hush, hush. Shh, shh.

Look here. Who's this? Who's that?

Who's that?

Sir, please wait!

What is it?

Okay! You win.

Huh?

You definitely deserve at least one fair chance.

Seriously? You mean you're going to help me?

Look, tell me the truth, or I might just cry.

Go ahead.

Boys do cry!

Yeah, I know that, bro.

Kohli, Pandya, Rohit Sharma… I've seen them all crying on the field.

But please make sure Mom doesn't get to know anything about this.

Because, for the first time, I'm doing something against her will.

While I try to help you,

I don't want my mom and me to end up having differences between us.

You're such a sweetheart!

Look, I know you don't want to go against your mom.

But come here.

I want to thank you from my heart. Thank you.

Thank you.

Give me a hug.

Thank you, man!

-So this is CACA. -Yeah, yeah! I know about this one.

-Did Mom tell you? -Ma'am told me.

First, you'll have to get yourself registered here.

And after that, you'll be able to see all the agencies in your area.

Out of which, you need to select Sneh Bhavan.

-Yeah. -After that,

you will have to upload all your documents for KYC.

Come on! Are you done?

That's just the beginning, sir.

Next comes the HSR process.

Here, a social worker prepares a home study report

after visiting your house.

Home study report.

Meaning they'll come to check if everything is okay, right?

Not just that.

They might even want to interview your family.

They could visit your neighbours

and even workplace, if they feel like.

But first things first, you'll have to get your family onboard somehow.

Without them, this adoption is not possible.

-Why, bro? -Because for a single father,

there should be at least one family member of the other gender

who can be the child's guardian.

And if the whole family is onboard, then your case gets stronger.

Here!

We're fudged!

What are you going to do now?

What can I do, bro?

Now whatever has to be done, God will do.

Just have faith.

Wearing a garland of flowers so cute

Lord Krishna plays his flute

Wow!

Mumma! Please cover your head.

-Pandit ji, just tell me something. -Yes?

As far as we have heard,

Lord Krishna's real parents were Lady Devaki and Lord Vasudev.

-Right? -Yes, indeed, but Lord Vasudev later on

dropped Lord Krishna off to Lady Yashoda and Lord Nand

who eventually raised him.

-Wow! -Are you a foreigner?

-Why are you asking such basic questions? -Quiet!

So basically, Pandit ji, what you are trying to tell me

is that our Lord Krishna was…

He was adopted?

Yes, he was.

In a way, you can say that.

I can assure you, though,

our Lord loved his adoptive mother and father most dearly.

Wow!

Our cultural heritage is just so rich!

Adoption was a thing back then!

-Uh, Pandit ji, are we done? -Yes, we are done.

Yes, Papa, we're done.

-Come, I'll see you to the door. -Okay.

What happened to him?

Nothing.

Nothing's happened, everything's all right.

You get such a beautiful feeling, right, after you've prayed?

Uh, Mumma! I need to tell you about some… something close to my heart

Hmm. Tell me.

You know I… I'm crazy about becoming a papa.

Son, it's well-known fact all around Buckingham Palaces

that you want to be a papa.

I understand.

You understand, right?

Done!

I'm gonna file Amul's adoption papers first thing in the morning tomorrow.

-Adoption? -Amul?

Is this the same kid you brought home the other day?

Correct! Baby of Gaurav Gehlot!

Being Amul's Single Papa is what I really want to do.

I want to smoke what you're smoking.

Just shut up! Have you lost your mind?

Seems like after the divorce, you've lost your ability to think!

What is this out-of-character behaviour? Did something happen?

Oh, why are you guys behaving like this?

Just think. We had him with us for just one night,

and there was so much joy and happiness here.

Now imagine, if he stays here permanently how much happiness there will be?

Oh, Son, you need an exorcism.

-Reshma! Bring the red chilies. -Oh, Mummy!

Oh, he's gonna call you "Grandma"! Nammo, he'll call you "Aunty"!

And he'll call you an idiot!

That's not fair at all, Papa.

If Lady Yashoda and Lord Nand thought the way you guys are thinking now,

we would never have been blessed with Lord Krishna!

You don't understand what I'm trying to tell you!

Fool! We don't want to understand it either.

It's better you close your brain shutter and go open the shop shutter.

I'm gonna bring up this topic this evening, Papa.

Try it again and you'll get one from me.

-Now go open the shop. -Okay! I'm leaving.

But I'm going to go to the outlet in Sector 55.

Stay away from me. I need my space.

Yeah, good, go on.

We'd be glad not to see your face either.

Needs space! I'll send him straight to space.

Papa!

Chillies, ma'am!

Oh, wow! It's raining whiskey today?

That too single malt?

Ah! Oh Lord, you'll shut my-- Hey! Hey! Hey!

What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?

Alcohol is sin!

It brings joy and happiness to millions.

It runs our home, you know? And you are calling it a sin!

Meenu's priest clearly told me

that our past misdeeds are affecting our children's fortunes.

So I am atoning for us.

From today, I'll take all the booze in our shops and empty it in the drain.

Hey, you dumb nut!

If Meenu's priest asks you to jump from a flyover, will you jump?

Tell me.

-Be quiet and listen. Don't speak! Listen! -I will--

If you ever repeat this bullshit superstition in our house again,

I'll make sure that I send you back to your parents

on a one-way train ticket right now.

You stay right there. I'm coming up.

She's going to bleed me dry!

But my parent's home is in Sohna.

No train goes that side.

Nams, please delete those bikini pictures, baby.

You clicked them in Goa.

-I thought you liked them? -Shh!

Of course, I like them.

All I am saying is that, start a new account.

You can post there.

And, Gaurav, look, we're on your side.

Why one child? Adopt two.

But after marriage.

No, man! That's just not happening.

I've totally lost my faith in marriage.

Our marriage, my marriage with Namrata.

What does your marriage have to do with my adoption?

Come on, first of all, it's an inter-caste marriage.

Then there's the rich-poor divide too.

-Are you calling us poor? -No!

Mannerless.

Hey, Granny, the performance is there. Look in front.

I didn't mean poor, middle-class.

-Okay, fine, upper middle-class. -No, bro, we get what you mean.

You want to make it sound like we live below the poverty line.

No, you're taking it the wrong way. I don't mean that at all.

What I am trying to say is that if your family is conservative,

mine is a hundred times more.

Only I know how difficult it was to get their approval.

So your adoption quest and all of your pics in bikini

will lead to needless complications.

-Deleted them! Happy? -Enjoy.

-What? -Hey!

Let's go. I can't understand a word she's singing anyway.

I love you, baby.

Hmm. Love you.

-Hey, Shlok? -Yes sir, tell me.

Okay listen, don't submit my application right now.

What? Why?

For the next few days, I am gonna be out of town.

Sir, the adoption process takes a very long time.

I would suggest you apply right away.

Is that so?

Okay, fine then.

Your record for keeping a fight going is six days, seven hours.

-So? You want to break our record? -Don't talk rubbish!

So what should I do?

Our son is wasting away, and you're concerned about your ego.

Your majesty, I'm asking you, "Tell me what to do."

Have you ever given it a thought

that our Gaurav could have a problem we don't understand?

There's not just one problem we must address.

Tell me a problem which your son doesn't suffer from.

His wife left him.

Thanks to nepotism, he got a shop to run, but he can't perform there either.

And that Pawan… Our son only roams around with that useless fellow.

-And-- -Okay, that's enough!

You just need an excuse to run down my precious son.

I am talking about the same problem that Mishra has.

Hmm?

-Diabetes? -No.

-BP? -No.

-Is it piles? -Oh, no!

So, gout?

Which problem of Mishra are you talking about which you know about but I don't?

Okay, listen to me.

I am not talking about Mishra senior, but about Mishra junior right now.

The problem that was shown in Shubh Mangal Savdhaan.

Wait!

You mean homosexuality?

No, you're thinking about Zyada Savdhaan.

I am talking about the first movie.

Got it, got it, got it.

That problem where he's got a limp biscuit.

So now you simply have to go and talk to your son about this.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You know, Poonam, I've never even had such a conversation

with my father in my entire life.

How do I bring up this with my son?

No way. You go and talk to him.

You want a mother to talk to her son about such things?

You roam around with a bossy attitude at home,

but you can't even talk to your own son.

-Wait! -Give me that, you're done.

-Let me finish my food. -Forget it!

Here you go, Papa.

That's a total of 400,000.

-Wow! That's great, Son. -Isn't it?

I've been suggesting this Wine Wednesday idea for so long.

Because of the discount, we had a line of women around the block.

-Hmm. -Nobody can resist free wine.

This wasn't available. We'll need to order more of this.

Okay, sir.

Order some of this, and tally the stocks for this too, okay?

-Alright, I'll do that. -Get it.

What happened, Papa?

All the money is there. You can check the accounts.

-It's not like I'm gonna steal from you. -Gaurav, are you important?

Thank you, Papa.

This is the first time I felt seen by you.

I mean over the last few days,

all the arguments and differences between us got to me,

and I kind of started feeling like I was all alone, Papa.

This confirms that you're important.

Now that you've said it, yes, I am.

It's no wonder that Aparna left you.

Huh?

Man! Milk, butter, ghee, cream! We have fed you everything good in life.

You even look fit and healthy. Then how could you be important?

No one in our family tree has ever been important.

-Then how could you be? -No, Papa. Why are you saying such things?

You are extremely important too.

Hey! Are you out of your mind?!

How could I be important?

I fathered two healthy kids.

-Huh? -Okay, listen.

According to Mishra, Viagra is really effective.

It'll boost your horsepower to the maximum.

Papa?

Hmm?

Are you saying important when you mean impotent?

-Tomahto, tomato. -Oh, man!

Do you really think that I am impotent?

-You only said that-- -What's wrong with you?!

What the hell are you drinking?! Are you high?!

Why would I be high?

Why don't you explain this to me?

If you are not important,

what is the reason you're thinking of adopting a kid?

Huh?

So you think adoption means I'm shooting blanks?

You...

You listen to me, Papa.

Four years ago, when Pawan's son was born, Vivaan?

I went to visit them at the hospital.

And when, for the first time, Pawan held his son in his arms, Papa,

there was this beautiful smile on his face.

There was a kind of happiness

which I had never seen him experience before.

He was so full of joy.

It was as if he had found the biggest treasure of his life.

Papa, that's the same kind of happiness that I want in my life.

Then, my son, the simplest way forward

is to get married and have your own child.

Your very own blood.

-You must continue our family line-- -Papa, that's the problem.

The child should be your own flesh and blood, get married, why adopt,

family line!

I don't know why I try to explain anything to any of you?!

Just forget it, man!

You're calling me impotent?

Man, take away his drink and give him a dictionary.

Okay, tell me, why do you want to adopt a child?

Do you sense some kind of, uh, void or emptiness that you want to fill?

No, Mrs. Nehra.

There is no emptiness in my life.

I actually have a very full life.

I have all I need.

I have friends, a loving family, an occupation.

That's when I realized I want to be a mother.

Because I have lots of love to give.

She said, "Maa,

who wants to have a man-child, when they can have a child?"

Mom!

You'll both be moving here all the way from Asansol.

Won't this shift be difficult?

We have always supported Sayonee.

-In every decision. Isn't it? -Yes, Papa.

That's nice.

Anyway, thank you.

I'll get back to you.

Thank you.

Come on, apply that oil nicely.

It's just oil, not gold foil.

-Sir? -Aaaaah!

-Sir! -Yeaaaah!

Look at this, buddy.

Love letters even at this age.

Wait, just a minute.

"This… is… to… certify…"

Gaurav!

Idiot!

-Gaurav Gehlot! -What's wrong?

Why're you blaring like a horn early in the morning?

I am not blaring like a horn.

I'm gearing up to beat the shit out of him. Gaurav!

Come down, now!

Hmm.

-Gaurav! -Gaurav!

Hey, neighbours will show up! Calm the hell down!

I don't even get a single Sunday to sleep in.

You guys can't keep calm and carry on for even one Sunday?

-What's wrong? -Read this!

Why are you standing there with a knife?

What is this?

"Your adoption application has been successful."

Wait!

"Approved!" Is this why you are yelling so much?

Shout some more, shout some more, Papa.

You're going to be a grandpa!

Keep yelling, Mummy! You're going to be a grandma!

Nammo's going to be an aunt. Hey, Nammo!

Where is Aunt Nammo?

Reshma! Get some sweets! Serve some sweets!

Hey, Siri! Turn on music!

Dinga dakka dakka

-Where's Nammo? -She's gone for yoga!

-And you stop jumping around! -Yeah!

Siri! Shut up!

Guggu, when your Papa and I had made it very clear that we are against this thing,

why did you submit the application?

You guys are upset now? Huh?

And what do mean "thing"?

He's not a thing, okay?

He's baby of Gaurav Gehlot.

He's this family's pride and joy. Show him some respect, okay?

"Respect"?

Look who's talking about respect.

You've destroyed our reputation in society.

There's no respect left.

-First a divorce, now this? -Reputation?

What reputation and respect are you talking about, Papa?

Don't be dramatic. This isn't a movie. This is my life.

Guggu, couldn't you think about your younger sister even for a minute?

How's Nammo connected to all of this?

And for your kind information and broadcasting,

I told them that I didn't want to go ahead.

But even then, they went ahead and approved my application.

That means the gods want this to happen.

Amul is destined to be a part of my life.

Looks like our fate is cursed that we have a son like you.

I should've killed you when you're born.

But now, now…

If you dare to mention the word adoption even once,

then you… you…

you'll see my dead body.

Papa, don't be so melodramatic, man!

Even I have a gun. Just wait.

Here you go. Here's my gun.

Now if you keep trying to sabotage this adoption process,

-then you will have to see my dead body. -Hey!

Now listen to me.

If you two don't put down your guns right now,

then you both…

you both will see my dead body

-Okay, then. -Let's do it.

-Go ahead. -Okay?

-Let's do it! -I'm gonna go through with it.

-I'm waiting. -Mummy, put the knife down.

-I have an instinct about these things. -Hey!

One look at you and I was absolutely sure you're not fit for this adoption.

You! What are you doing here?

-HSR -HSR?

What?! I received the letter just today.

And you came the same day? That too on a Sunday?

Even sincerity has a limit, madam.

Irrespective of the day,

men like you, Mr. Gehlot, can easily father a child.

But you'll never be a Papa. The two are very different things.

Who is this lady who's firing these bullets of sarcasm at us?

Is she the mother of that child?

-What?! -Papa!

Be quiet! Put the gun down.

This is Mrs. Nehra. She…

The house report is filed by her. The one needed for adoption.

Oh, I see. Would you like some tea?

Are you going to have me drink tea while stabbing me?

-Or once you've shot me with a gun? -This is a fruit knife.

-Would you like an apple? -You apple!

Put down the knife. Forget the damn apple.

Madam, you, why don't you have some tea?

Cardamom tea? Reshma makes a really good cup--

-No. -No?

Okay, don't have tea.

Just give me two minutes to explain all of this.

This is all just a huge mess.

We're all just a bunch of hotheads,

and what you just saw was a choir of three hotheads all trying to sing solo.

But we actually calm down really quickly.

We are very peace loving.

This is my papa and this is my mummy.

We are the happy Gehlots.

Thank you. Let me be very clear about one thing,

I've got all the information I needed to make a decision,

and I'm also very happy to inform you

that in this HSR, you have failed miserably

as expected, Mr. Gaurav Gehlot.

-Thank you very much. -Failed?

Madam, don't say that. Please listen to me.

Thank you, madam!

You've made an excellent decision.

Gaurav is a complete idiot. Remember when he got a goldfish as a child?

-It died in three days. -Hey, Mummy!

This boy is not trustworthy at all.

-Two-faced, unreliable. -Papa! Papa!

-He had a love marriage and divorced her! -No, Papa.

What are you saying?

Both of you have absolutely nothing to worry about at all.

No way Gaurav is going to be able to adopt Amul.

-No! -Really?

And I thank you for your kind help and honesty.

-Thank you, madam. -Thank you, madam.

-Thank you so much! -These guys are just angry, madam.

-Thanks. -Thank you for your co-operation.

Yes!

Are you guys out of your mind?!

You think this is a joke?

What nonsense were you babbling in front on her? She's gone--

-Man, who are you? -The masseur.

-Huh? -Massage…

-Just take your stuff and get out. -Sir, I would need the OTP.

Yes, it's, uh…

Eight-seven-three-nine. Now leave!

Sir, give me a good--

-Get out quickly! -Go, man!

Look, if you guys can't help me, that's absolutely fine.

But don't sabotage my life.

That Mrs. Nehra…

She's going to destroy me in the HSR report.

And because of you guys I am going to fail this HSR.

That's great!

For the first time, your failure is making me happy.

Okay, Papa, then be happy.

But don't forget that I am your flesh and blood. Stubborn as a mule.

And I won't accept defeat so easily.

Is that so?

Then you'll have to choose.

Between your family and that child.

Because if you want to live in my house,

you will have to follow my rules.

We hope you'll make the right choice.

At every fork in the road

With open arms

My Dreams... awaits me

Speaking with a smile

Who knows what they say

How they define happiness

They infuse words with colour

Half of a promise, or more than half

Remains incomplete

Shall I steal all the stars

That hold up the sky?

Hold them tight in my fist

And hand them over to you?

Shall I steal all the stars

That hold up the sky?

Hold them tight in my fist

And hand them over to you?

Hi, Shlok.

So, Mom, how was it?

Don't ask.

I'm completely traumatised by Gaurav Gehlot and his family.

But, uh, I met this other candidate. Sayonee.

I think she'll be perfect for Amul.

-Ma'am? -Hmm?

Someone from the Board has come to meet you.

At this hour? I'll be back.

Sir, there's a single lady who wants to adopt Amul.

She'll come to the orphanage tomorrow.

Do whatever you want, Nehra.

Amul belongs to me.

Sir! Sir, please!

You can't force yourself in every time.

Sir!

Sir, please stop!

Hi, baby.

-Hey, hello! -Hi, baby.

Excuse me, madam!

-This baby is not available. Put him down. -Not available as in?

I mean, he's been pre-booked already. Hi, my baby!

Come to me!

Look for some other baby. There are so many kids here.

Look at him. He looks like a movie star.

-He'll suit you. -It's a baby.

Not a dress that will suit me well.

"Pre-book"?

"Not available."

How insensitive are you?

Huh? Mrs. Nehra herself set up this meeting.

Mrs. Nehra is losing her memory.

It must have slipped her mind that I am the one adopting Amul.

Isn't it, Amul?

-You're okay, baby? -What are you talking about?

-Excuse me, who are you? -Gaurav Gehlot?

How dare you come here like this?

And who allowed him to pick up this child?

Just get out from here. Get out!

I'll call the police if I ever see you here again.

You hear that? Aunty's gonna call the police. Just like last time.

Yeah, hold him.

Just calm down, madam.

-As long as my son is here-- -Yes, but he's not your son.

He's not my son now.

But after the adoption, he will be.

That's never going to happen. You have failed your HSR.

It was just the first attempt I failed.

I have another chance to apply for Amul's adoption.

And you can't take that away from me. I know the process.

-Just please come to my office right now. -After you!

-Don't worry. I'll handle this. -Please.

Hey, madam, look for another. This one's mine.

Yeah, we'll see.

Madam, just do me a favour.

Why don't you please conduct another house study in my new house?

Everything there is all new-new and it's all safe-safe.

Even if you repeat-repeat your words twice-twice,

I'm not gonna be convinced-convinced, okay?

In fact, I'll never be convinced by you, get it?

I will not allow you to adopt Amul. Simple.

You won't let it happen?

Okay, then, no problem.

I really didn't want to do this, but you've given me no choice.

This message is to the Women and Child Development Board.

My name is Gaurav Gehlot.

I have failed my HSR in the first attempt.

-What are you doing? -But according to your own rulebook,

under chapter number 3, clause number 12…

-What are you doing?! -…it's mentioned that every candidate gets

two opportunities to apply.

As mentioned, I have failed in my first report.

-I still have one more chance left. -What is this?

CACA's chairperson Mrs. Romila Nehra, she's telling me…

-Tell them why I can't adopt a child. -What are you--

-Say something? -Just shut up and stop this!

Here.

I'm giving you your second chance.

Well, madam, your nature is quite similar to mine.

Very stubborn.

You don't agree to anything the first time, correct?

Single Papa Pa Pa Pa Pa Papa

Hail BKG!

-Hail BKG! -Hail BKG!

Hail BKG!

Hail BKG!

What is this BKG, LKG, UKG?

Oh, BKG means "Brahmand Ke Guruji."

Oh, that means he's the guru of the entire universe.

And what's GKB?

-Us! "Devotees of the Guruji" -I see.

Vishwas ji!

-Mrs. Minocha, how are you? -How are you?

-See you. -Yes, yes. Let's go.

Meet Vishwas ji.

BKG's SoDe manager.

Soda? Does BKG have stomach issues?

-That's why he drinks soda? -Hey, Poonam!

-SoDe means "South Delhi." -I'm really sorry.

That's no problem.

Mere mortals can make mistakes, not our BKG, right?

Meet my friend, Poonam.

Poor thing is caught up in a huge mess.

You may cry. Cry your heart out.

Because once you meet with BKG, you won't get the chance to cry anymore.

That is true.

My whole family is in a mess.

Please introduce me to BKG.

My daughter's marriage is at stake,

and my son wants a baby without even getting married.

You may donate two lakh rupees as per your convenience.

And once BKG is back from Mexico next month,

I'll fix up a meeting for you with him.

Next month? What will I do till then?

You must prepare.

Do you have a pen and paper with you?

Take it out! Take it out!

Hurry.

-Yeah. -First, go and get a haircut.

BKG says that the cutting of hair rids you of your past karma.

Wow!

Then each day, make sure you wear yellow garments.

-Okay. -Wear yellow garments.

-Yellow brings positivity. -Yeah, that is very true.

-Happiness is an internal affair, right? -Yeah.

Be happy, even if you must force it upon yourself.

Laugh as loud as you can!

Your bread is burnt?

The AC malfunctioned.

Laugh out loud.

Laugh every day, laugh all the time.

Hail BKG!

Hail BKG!

Apply just a pinch of asafoetida on the baby's navel

and massage with very gentle hands.

Like this, in a circular motion.

-Okay? -Okay, ma'am.

This will help solve colic problems in a jiffy.

Nice.

I told my Dad. I was like, never going to stay.

Hi! Gaurav?

-Hi. -I'm Sharanya.

I heard your intro.

-You wish to adopt a baby, right? -Yeah.

How cool!

I'm just doing my best.

My husband never once attended the new parents' class with me.

And you're here all alone.

-Too good. -Thank you.

And here I am, from shopping to baby-proofing the house,

doing everything on my own.

Wait a second. What's… what's babyproofing?

-You don't know babyproofing? -No.

Making your house safe for your baby.

Taping switches and sockets,

cushioning the sides and corners of the furniture etc.

Oh.

You know, my aunt's daughter has also adopted a baby.

You get points for this in the Home Study Report.

Really?

Thank you, Sharanya.

-I'll see you. My car is here. -Yeah.

Babyproofing…

Got the paint.

And the painter.

Hi, cutie. How are you doing today, my baby?

Look at this.

This is your new home.

You come and see.

Papa has bought so many new toys for you. Look at this.

Come home soon, okay?

Bye!

Come in.

Wow, man!

You know, I've always dreamed of living in a doll house like this.

Wearing a pink gown like a princess,

waving my magic wand and turning all your toy cars into frogs.

Bro, Mom had sent me here to bring you back home,

but now even I don't want to leave this place.

Man, you know, Nammo,

after eating restaurant food for the last six days,

I've been getting such bad acidity.

Serves you right.

You deserve this for messing with my wedding.

What do you mean messing with your wedding?

You think I would jeopardize your wedding?

My darling baby sister's special day?

The same sister who has always supported me in everything I've ever done.

Regardless if anyone else did or not,

I could never even dream of doing this to you, Nammo.

You're my darling sister.

-So, would you help me with something? -No!

-Hear me out. -Not interested and I don't want to help.

-Why won't you help me? I'm your brother! -I wish you weren't my brother, okay?

At least my wedding would've gone smoothly by now.

Hmm.

Well, about your wedding…

There's a tiny problem.

I mean, it's a tiny one.

But it's there.

Name of any female member of your family

who'll support you with this adoption.

-It's compulsory. If you don't have one-- -No, no, of course I have one.

I have a younger sister, Namrata.

-How old is she? -Twenty-eight.

Is she married?

She's not married yet, but she's, uh…

I mean…

In that case, she can't support you.

Huh?

What you mean she can't, madam? She's a strong and independent woman.

You're against single women. It's a bias that you have!

Bias?

She hasn't got married yet.

But in a couple of years, she'll definitely be married.

This is India, after all.

Whatever her journey may be,

a girl's final destination is always marriage.

And after her marriage, will her husband and her in-laws

give her the permission to raise an adopted child with you?

And eventually when she becomes a mother, will she care for this child or her own?

And let's leave that aside, Mr. Gehlot.

After her marriage,

what is the guarantee that she will even continue to live in Gurgaon?

Uh, exactly!

That's why she's decided she's never gonna get married.

-What? -What?!

You told her that I'll never get married?

I'll die, but I'll never support you on this.

Hey, Nammo, Nammo!

-No! -Listen. Don't just overreact.

-Just listen to me. -No!

-It's an innocent little lie! -No!

Hey, that Mrs. Nehra… She wants to meet you.

You're all I have left. Understand, please!

You understand!

What will I tell Goldie? What if Prem and Suman find out about it?

They'll write it with a stencil, my wedding is cancelled!

Oh, just think about it!

How are they going to find out? You don't tell them.

-I'll tell the truth to Mrs. Nehra. -Huh?

Don't tell Mrs. Nehra. She'll cancel my application.

So let her cancel it. At least one drama will end in my life.

Nammo!

Nammo, my shorts will fall if I run.

-Everoak Spirits is the brand name. -Mm-hmm.

Market presence is a bit low right now, because they're transitioning to retail.

-They wanna make… -Appu!

…a big noise in the market.

-Call her. Aparna. -Someone is calling you.

-Oh! -Mrs. Nehra is her name.

-Very stubborn. -Hmm.

You don't have to do anything.

-When she calls, just sing my praises. -Madam, coffee?

Yeah.

Two coffees. Without sugar.

Yeah, thank you, bro.

Keep praising me. Nothing else.

So in spite of all that happened between us, you want me to praise you.

Yeah, why?

You're an entitled prick.

Your wish should be my command.

What's the matter, Appu? We were being so pleasant.

Can I be completely honest with you?

Ever since we got divorced,

you've become an angry feminazi, don't you think?

-That's it. Please leave. -Wait! Just listen to me.

-I'm trying to explain something. -It's always what you want.

As a child, you wanted a cycle.

Then a girlfriend when you grew up, and now you want a baby.

I never thought I would say this to you, but your parents are right.

To raise a child is not your cup of tea.

And even if somehow, you raise this child,

you will make him entitled, chauvinist,

and stubborn like you.

And trust me, the world doesn't need more men like these.

So do me a favour,

have mercy on this world and drop this obsession of adoption.

No, I won't.

I won't drop this obsession.

And yes, it is an obsession.

-Ma'am, coff-- Coffee. -Because--

Put it here.

I'm obsessed. Because the other name for love is obsession.

I fell in love with you. My parents objected.

I put my foot down, fought with them, and married you, didn't I?

Now think, if for the sake of a child, I could leave you.

You, Appu, who I'm in love with even today.

Just imagine, how totally obsessed I must be with adopting that child.

And I wish…

I wish that you would've loved me with the same kind of obsession.

That you would've fought for me. But no!

If only you had fought for me then,

today, we'd be leaving these obsessions, not each other.

That's hot.

Go to hell! I don't want your help.

Yes, ma'am? Welcome.

-I am here for a haircut. -Yes, of course, ma'am.

Uh, do you have something specific in mind?

This one.

-Okay. -Okay?

Ma'am, what do you think?

Wicked Mama!

You look like a complete foreigner! Now speak like one, ma'am.

Madam?!

Hi, everybody!

Madam.

Absolutely stunning look!

You like it?

Thanks, doll.

-You… you made the dinner? -Uh, not yet.

Ran out of gas.

Okay! No, no problem!

Uh, we order pizza? Yes?

Gain weight, everybody!

Enjoy!

This house has become a mental asylum.

Is this your house?

What are you trying to say?

I've already attached the property papers in the file that I sent you earlier.

You can both check it whenever you have the time.

Next question. Do you keep any weapons in this house?

Weapons? There is not even a knife in this house.

I cut vegetables and fruits with my teeth.

Next room?

We require extra copies

-of this document. -Hey!

You guys haven't touched any of the snacks yet.

Please have something. How about the samosas? I'll get some?

Here's your tea.

-Here. -Thank you.

So please tell me, what else can I do for you?

Can't even make a cup of tea.

Madam, a three-month-old won't drink tea, anyway. He'll drink milk, right?

-You know how to boil it? -Of course.

Water, tea, eggs, sometimes even blood.

I can boil anything, madam.

You can make as much fun of me as you like.

But just give me Amul.

And your sister? Where is she? She was supposed to be interviewed too.

Actually, she's gone out of Delhi for a couple of days.

As soon as she's back, she'll meet you.

You know your HSR won't get cleared without Namrata's interview.

She's definitely gonna meet you.

Until then, she's left a letter for you. Just take a look.

"I, Namrata Gehlot,

hereby affirm my commitment to act as a guarantor

for my brother, Gaurav Gehlot, in the process of adoption."

"I solemnly declare my intention to remain unmarried

and to co-parent the child, Amul, with Gaurav."

She… has written this letter?

Of course. Look there's her signature at the bottom.

The letter is typed, but the signature is hers.

Brother, I've brought some sweets for you.

"Brother"?

-Miss Namrata Gehlot? -Yes.

You told me she was out of town.

-Yeah, but-- -But…

Bu… but, but Bathinda is so close!

She went to Bathinda for a prayer meet. Now she's back!

-Didn't you say she went for work? -The whole day she worked.

In the evening, she attended the prayer meet in Bathinda.

Now she's back.

She's Gen Z, yet my little sister is very spiritual.

You can never typecast her as a typical Gen Z. Cutie!

Look, she brought carrot pudding. Would you like some pudding?

Did you write this letter?

Yeah, she wrote it herself.

Uh, do you remember you signed it and I typed it for--

Take your hands off, shut up and step aside now!

And…

Gaurav has filed your name as a supporting family member

for the adoption process.

-Are you aware of this? -Yeah.

Gaurav has also stated that you will never get married.

Is that true?

Miss Namrata Gehlot,

I want you to look into my eyes when you answer this.

Do you plan to ever get married? Yes or no?

Please answer.

-Miss Namrata Gehlot-- -I won't!

-Are you sure? -Yeah.

I'm sure.

I mean, what's so special about marriage, ma'am?

Just lifelong love, companionship, so overrated.

She won't marry.

Submit a copy of your ID proof as soon as you can.

I'll bring it to you, madam.

Excuse me.

Thank you, madam.

-Nammo, I love you-- -Stop being dramatic!

You wrote the letter, forged my signature?

Are you a brother or a criminal?

Oh, really, Nammo?

Remember, when you were young and you'd get low grades,

you'd beg me to forge Papa's signature and I used to do it.

Wasn't I a criminal then?

If you lie so much for adoption, you will attract bad karma.

It's okay. Doing something bad, will make me a dad.

Shut up, Gaurav!

-Hey, have you seen the postman? -No, sir.

Yeah, Nammo?

No, he hasn't come yet.

-Are you sure he hasn't come yet? -No. No.

-Are you even looking for him? -Look, some dog peed here and left, man.

Hey, GG?

Your mom said that your results will be out today.

Have they come?

Not yet, Aunty, I'm still waiting for it.

-Okay. Do let me know for sure, huh? -Yeah.

Where's the postman?!

Sir, I haven't seen him yet.

-What's there? -Is he gonna descend from the clouds?

Been looking for him in all directions.

-Upwards was the only one left! -Just bugger off.

Hey, Gaurav, did you get the result?

Did Papa tell you?

Come on, son. Forget about the child.

Real son is always better.

-Sir! -He's here! He's here!

-Come on, give it. -No, man! Don't just grab anything.

Sorry. Which one is mine?

-Show the yellow one. -This one's yours.

Sorry, huh?

Open it, hurry up!

What's it?

It says I'm eligible to adopt Amul!

-Really? -The HSR is cleared!

-The HSR is cleared! Yes! -You cleared it!

Group hug! Group hug!

I'm gonna be a papa!

-You're gonna be an uncle! -I'll be an uncle!

-And you! -And me?

You'll still be a security guard. You get lost!

Bro, I cleared the HSR!

-Bro, this calls for a party. Let's go! -No, no, no!

Not yet, not yet. We'll jinx it, man.

Let the process get done. Then we'll party.

Bro, one bottle. We'll have five drinks that's all.

Pawan, look.

Except for Mom and Dad, everyone's given me great reviews.

Aparna as well.

Bro, this calls for one beer at least.

Give this to me. I'm going to get it laminated.

Oh, my, my, my. What cuties.

-Man! -It's done, bro!

My tiger!

I always knew. GG is a born champion.

GG's hands were trembling.

Just hold on a sec. Someone's calling.

-It's Shlok. -Is his mom fine?

Yeah, Shlok.

Thank you, buddy.

I couldn't have done this without you.

Now tell me, how soon can I bring Amul home?

Bad news, sir.

Mom's given Amul's custody to that lady Sayonee.

What?

Why?

I cleared the HSR.

I even moved out of my house, man. How did she just give him to her?

As per the rulebook,

the Chairperson of CACA has the veto power.

She has chosen Sayonee to be Amul's parent.

I'm really sorry, sir.

This is wrong, man. This is wrong.

This is in fact injustice.

I just don't understand, man,

This woman is hell-bent on separating me from my baby one way or the other!

GG, I think the time is here to show Nehra our power.

No, man, we can't just thrash someone randomly.

No, I mean, we're not going to beat anyone.

Power, man!

What other power are you talking about?

Oh, what world do you live in? Don't you even know your bro's clout?

Jasmine's uncle has been appointed Joint Secretary in the Railway Ministry.

Let's go and meet him right away.

I don't want a train ticket, I want this child!

Come on, bro, these politicians are all hand in glove.

He might know someone in the Women and Child Development Board.

Yeah.

I've already dropped a message to Uncle.

He'll see us after the meeting.

You don't be stressed, man.

-All papers are ready, right? -Yes.

-Have you informed the CWC? -I'll do it, ma'am.

Man, isn't that her?

Women and Child Development Minister.

Mrs. Ketki Talsania.

Yeah.

Divine intervention.

-Hey! -Just let me go!

Wait! What would I tell Uncle now?

-Pawan. Hello, Son. -Bless me, Uncle.

-Tell me, what's the matter? -The thing is, uh…

-Go on? -I needed an express ticket.

I need the minutes of the CWC meeting on my table as soon as possible.

Okay, ma'am.

Ma'am!

-Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am! I want to-- -Who are you?! Hands up!

Sir, I-- Ma'am, I just need two minutes of your time.

I'm an absolutely harmless guy.

If you like, I can keep my hands up while I talk to you.

-Go on. -Ma'am, my name is Gaurav and I…

I really want to be a father, ma'am.

But Mrs. Nehra just keeps refusing me all the time.

This is a matter between a husband and wife.

-What do you expect me to do? -Husband and wife?

Mrs. Nehra is not my wife!

She's the chairperson of CACA, Mrs. Romila Nehra.

Okay, so you want to adopt a baby?

That's right. I've cleared all the formalities.

I've even cleared the HSR, madam.

But she's still not handing Amul over to me.

Amul?

Amul… let me start from the beginning.

Tomorrow, eleven a.m., my office.

Elevator pitches don't work in the government.

That's for the corporate world. You can put your hands down now.

Thank you.

Mrs. Nehra,

after clearing the second HSR,

Mr. Gaurav Gehlot should have gotten the possession of Baby Amul.

Then why did you take the decision to allot the baby to Ms. Ghosh?

Experience, Mr. Bhatnagar.

You see, Gaurav believes that just because he saved Amul's life,

he deserves first right to Amul.

He's an entitled man with a saviour complex.

Whereas Sayonee is more suited to being the parent.

She has the support of her parents.

Unlike Gaurav's parents,

who, at the mere mention of adoption,

took out knives and guns.

I've moved out of there.

Even worse.

Because for the first time in 32 years, he'll be living alone.

Do we want to let Amul be adopted by a man,

who till date has never in his life lived independently?

Whose every need is either fulfilled by his mother, or his wife.

He can't even make a cup of tea.

Mr. Gaurav, uh, would you like to say something?

Ma'am, I didn't know to be a good father one must know how to make tea.

Otherwise, I would've learnt that.

Listen, what kind of tea will make me a better father?

Cardamom tea or ginger tea?

Mr. Gehlot, is this a joke to you?

No, ma'am, Mrs. Nehra is the one who's joking.

I mean, Sayonee and I are both of the same age.

We both come under the same income bracket.

Both run independent businesses. We're both single.

The only difference is that she has her parents with her.

But I have my sister on my side.

So on what basis was it decided

that the baby would be given to Sayonee and not to me?

What is the guarantee that she will be a good mother?

-Excuse me?! -Why should I?

What if she turns out to be a bad parent?

How can you say something like that?

No, I'm not allowed to say such things, because you're a lady, right?

And everyone here has decided

that if you're a lady, you'll obviously be a better parent.

But sure. Raising a child is a woman's job.

Wow!

Oh. How dare he?!

That is so sexist.

It is. It is sexist.

And today, the same sexism is being used against me.

I mean, just because she's a woman, I am a man,

everyone has already decided that she'll be a better parent than me.

Why?

I want to ask the whole panel, please!

Is a mother's love the only thing that matters?

Fatherhood has no value?

By the way, fatherhood is actually a thing.

I'll admit that I am entitled.

And I think, most men in this country are probably just like me.

But I'm ready to change the man I am.

I left the comforts of my home for Amul.

I've given up my old habits as well.

And I'll give up anything which is not good for him and his health.

You know, when Amul cries, right?

I'm the only one who can calm him down.

He just wants to hold my finger, no one else's.

Maybe I don't have the right skills to be a father.

But I know my heart is in the right place.

Even God wanted this. Because Amul could've been in any car.

But out of all the cars, he chose mine.

He is the one who chose me.

So you guys just please, just chose me for his sake.

Just make me Amul's Single Papa please.

Please.

They're calling you in.

It's indeed a tough case.

But we have made our decision.

Miss Sayonee Ghosh…

there is no doubt that you will prove to be an amazing parent.

But stating that Mr. Gaurav Gehlot will not be a good parent

just because he happens to be a man

is highly unfair.

The most important thing for a child is unconditional love

and a child-first approach.

Mr. Gehlot has convinced us that he has both qualities.

Therefore, we feel that he definitely deserves a chance.

The custody of Baby Amul has been given to Mr. Gaurav Gehlot.

Yes! We did it!

-Yes, bro! -Not so soon, Mr. Gehlot.

As of now, we have decided to give you custody for only three months.

Oh, ma'am, why are you all playing table tennis with my emotions?

Whatever it is, just say it in one go. I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown.

This is a trial period.

And in this temporary foster-care period of three months,

you will have to prove to the board

that you can be a good father and take proper care of Baby Amul.

And if Mr. Gehlot can do this,

then he will be allowed to adopt Amul permanently.

-Yes. -We'll do it.

And if he fails to do so,

he should also know of the consequences.

Then, Amul will be sent back to the orphanage

where he can be adopted by someone else.

During this period, Mrs. Nehra,

you will keep a close and impartial eye on Mr. Gaurav Gehlot,

and report his progress to us.

This panel will reconvene in three months.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

-Let's go, bro. -Impartial!

Congratulations May blessings fall into your lap

And colours vibrant and joyous

Congratulations May blessings fall into your lap

And colours vibrant and joyous

It's a new day, fortunes have turned

Life is now all sugar and spice

It's a new day, fortunes have turned

Life is now all sugar and spice

Your car hits fourth gear

No stopping until you reach your goal

Speed up, press that accelerator

And race as far as the eye can see

No more ifs and buts Forget everything and dance

No more ifs and buts

Forget everything and dance

Your grandfather got it made for your father.

I stole it for you.

Congratulations May blessings fall into your lap

And colours vibrant and joyous

Congratulations May blessings fall into your lap

And colours vibrant and joyous

Jatin,

blood is always thicker than water.

How could you ever let this happen?

You've given him too much liberty.

No more ifs and buts Forget everything and dance

No more ifs and buts

Forget everything and dance

Well done, well done. Very strong.

Give me that.

Mr. Ashok Tomar?

Hello, ma'am.

-Hello. How are you? -I'm doing well.

Um, you are a security guard at Buckingham Palaces, right?

-Yes. -Since when?

I've been here for around three years, ma'am.

And how much do you earn?

Uh, 15,000 only.

Is that enough for your house and family?

It's definitely not easy, ma'am.

Actually, I got married recently, so…

Would you work for me for some extra income? Part-time.

What sort of work, madam?

Same thing that you already do.

Keep an eye.

That I can surely do.

But on Gaurav Gehlot's house.

-Our Gaurav sir? -Yes.

Okay. Please Let me know.

-Thank you, I'll give you a call. -Okay.

Single papa pa pa pa pa pa

The money you asked for.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Nothing to worry about now. Hmm?

As soon as BKG's back, I'll arrange a meeting for you with him.

Let's meet this evening. Okay…?

Uh… I'll call you later.

Did you get a haircut?

Oh, you noticed this?

-This style is called "long bob." -Beautiful. You're looking like a star.

I wear yellow clothes everyday.

Yellow nail colour, yellow phone.

Now all that's left is to get jaundice!

And I'm sure you're trying to stay happy all the time, right?

I keep smiling the entire day.

I followed your instructions blindly.

But I still…

Oh!

You must cry sometimes.

What are tears? Salt water.

Am I right?

And BKG says,

"Salt water drives away all the negativity."

That's why when someone cries, they feel better inside.

Every time I meet you, my heart feels lighter.

Hush!

Finally, he's asleep.

Who says GG can't raise a child?

Oh, no, no!

It's ok, it's ok. You are good.

You are fine, you are fine. Hey…

Hey, come to me, come to me.

Nothing's happened. Nothing's happened. Everything's fine.

He's calmed down.

What happened? Look at the birdie, look at the birdie!

Calm down please. It's the first night.

When Amul cries…

Here. Open your mouth. He's not even hungry.

Did you poop in here? Papa's gonna change your diaper.

Oh, but the diaper is clean.

Okay, okay, okay. Let's try this.

Aah!

Oh, what happened?

Single papa pa pa pa pa pa pa

pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa

Single papa pa pa pa pa pa pa

Single papa

pa pa pa pa pa pa

Single papa pa pa pa pa pa pa

Run this up, please. Baby!

Baby is sleeping.

I was talking to my baby.

Baby, you want Glenmorren, right?

Let's buy Glenlanoch.

But baby, Glenmorren is much smoother.

Baby, but Glenlanoch is sweeter.

Baby, but this one has a smoky flavour.

Glenlanoch has a spicy flavour.

-Glenmorren is strong-- -Stop it, hey! Glenmorren, Glenlanoch!

I'd say, you better Glen get out. You think I've got nothing better to do?

If you make me punch the QR code even one more time.

I'll start punching for real.

The customer is God! How dare you talk to a customer like that?

Let's go, baby. There are hundreds of winemarts in Gurgaon.

-We'll buy from someone with manners. -Go. Yeah, alright.

-You're getting zero rating for this. -Yeah, okay, thank you.

Did he say "thank you"? Let's go.

I'm really not enjoying this, Sharanya. I'm screwed, man.

It's too tough.

I'm supposed to give him vitamin D drops once a day.

Sometimes, I give him twice. And sometimes, I completely forget.

On top of that, he's a night bird.

He stays up the whole night,

and I'm the one with a splitting headache the next day.

I go around behaving like a complete moron.

You need help.

This is definitely not a one-man job, okay?

No, man, this is the very thinking that I want to prove wrong to everyone.

People already assume that I can't manage a baby on my own.

You can manage, for sure.

But trust me, asking for help will not make you a bad parent.

As a matter of fact, a good nanny will only make your and Amul's life easy.

I'll speak to my agency. Hmm?

Okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Oh! Oh, yeah! Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. Of course!

Yes, yes. Bye. Ba-bye. Yes.

Last evening, I sent Chhotu home to pick up some cash.

He told me that you weren't there.

Oh? Really?

Hmm.

What's up with this new look, this style, this new hair,

your fancy English?

What's the matter?

-Matter? -Hmm.

Talk!

English talk.

I am trying to refine my English, you know?

I mean, at this age,

this sudden passion to refine your English,

where is this coming from?

Oh…

Actually, my hairstyle is very glam, right?

So Meenu told me,

"From now, only English talk!"

"Okay, Poons?"

Oh! One minute. Meenu. Oh…

Yeah, yeah, yeah! Of course, of course.

"Poons"?

What have you done to yourself?

I asked first.

I'm so dead, man.

I haven't slept for three nights in a row.

He's hungry every two hours.

Then he sleeps, then he wants to poop. Then he wakes up and he is hungry again.

What I don't get is,

how can such a tiny baby have such a big appetite?

-Oh, that's good. -Huh?

No, no, he's good, Nammo.

It's not Amul's fault.

-This is just really tough, you know. -No.

The diaper you threw away was fresh. This is the dirty one.

Huh?

Oh, God, poop!

I'm exhausted, Nammo.

Bro, listen.

You will have to tell Goldie the whole truth.

Oh, I'll tell him, you don't worry, please.

When will you tell him?

I was attending a wedding with Prem and Suman,

I almost ran into Mrs. Nehra there.

Nehra?

Then what happened?

Seeing her, I remembered the lies I told her.

I won't marry in the future. Your forged signature.

I told myself, "Run, Nammo, run!"

Let me introduce you to my future daughter-in-law.

Where did Namrata go?

Thank God, I used to run away from school and tuitions

or else she'd have caught me at that very moment.

Sorry. Thank you.

I'm sorry that you have to go through all of this because of me.

Yeah, but that ends now!

I've already told Goldie that you're gonna speak to him. So now he's called you home.

I haven't taken a dump in two days. I haven't showered in three.

This disgusting information is useless to me.

Man!

You know, the Aggarwal Mansion's security guard,

he'll think I'm a beggar and he won't let me in.

Yeah, then, shit, shower, shave. I don't care. It has to be done, ASAP!

Okay.

And Amul? Who will look after him, your pop?

His aunt.

Will Goldie take long, Uncle?

-No, no. Should be here any moment. -Oh, yes.

Well…

You've come on an auspicious day.

Really? Why?

Well, he had…

You know, he had booked a car for your sister and Goldie.

So, the delivery is today.

That's great!

Congo! What car is it?

What we wish for in life is ease So we only drive Mercedes

You're so good with rhyming, Aunty.

Congo, again.

So, how's your work going on these days?

Going great, Uncle.

Well, if I praise myself I'll end up sounding arrogant

But I can tell you that my liquor business is doing excellent

I've also started rhyming like you, Aunty.

That was good.

So, Uncle, it looks like Goldie is taking too long,

I think, I'll… I'll come tomorrow.

Anyway, it's time for Amul to have his milk.

Huh?

I mean…

You know the brand Amul milk?

-I drink it at this time everyday. -At this time?

Uncle, I'm a Jat.

Milk flows in our veins instead of blood.

We drink it anytime.

I'll make a move. Congo again.

-Uncle, do you need anything other than-- -Oh, sorry.

Are you going to break the coconut?

You tell me. I'll break anything you want.

Shreya.

My niece.

She's a doctor.

-Pediatrician. -Oh!

Can I have your number then?

Aren't you a little too fast?

You'll get my number soon.

Anyway, by the looks of it, I think you need a doctor.

Me? Why?

Red eyes, exhausted face.

I would recommend not to drive.

I like it.

Our first meeting and you're already so concerned.

We need you to write the script for the pre-wedding function.

You rhyme well. I heard you on my way over here.

Of course, I'll write it.

And don't worry, I'm fine.

And I'll get hold of your number, for sure. See you.

Hello friends and welcome to my show.

You're listening to "Old is gold."

The song coming up next is sung by Aman Panth.

Hey, Gaurav… bro, wait, no!

You failed to do what I sent you there for.

To top it all, you banged the new car.

Yeah, Nammo. I know, I screwed up, okay? That's why I even offered them some money.

That was worse!

First you damaged the car,

-and on top of it, offered money. -Come on, man.

Wait, what are you doing?

Hey…

Gaurav, what a mess you have caused at the Aggarwal mansion!

-We're just coming from there. -Why're you shouting out here, Papa?

-Come inside and shout. -No, no, no!

I'm not stepping foot in this house.

Okay, then.

Start your verbal violence right where you are. Go ahead.

Ever since this child came into your life, Gaurav,

you've been acting like a fool.

You're chasing away customers from the shop.

Chhotu told me about it.

I'm slogging away day and night.

I'm trying my best to be a good father to my son.

But how would you know?

-You've never done this in your life. -Really?

And you directly sprang out of your mother's womb

as an 18-year-old. All raised and grown up?

What grade was I when I fractured my hand the first time?

-Huh? -What "Huh"?

You know everything, right? You raised me. Father of the year.

In which grade did I fracture my hand, tell me?

Yeah, it was, uh… in the seventh grade.

Wrong answer. You get a big fat zero. Mumma?

-Fourth grade. -That's the right answer.

But you don't get anything.

Because mothers never get anything. We take them for granted all the time.

Let me ask you another question.

In which grade did I fail, Papa?

-Didn't you fail in every grade? -Sixth grade.

Uh… Sixth grade.

Absolutely right, Mumma.

What's my best friend full name, tell me?

Does Pawan have another name? Huh?

Pawandeep Singh Gill is his full name, Papa.

The truth is you know absolutely nothing about me.

Because you were never there

Both of us have been raised by Mumma.

That's why this lecture on fatherhood, you keep to yourself.

It's because of fathers like you, you know,

that fathers everywhere have a bad reputation.

Everyone is of the opinion that only women can raise children, not men.

Okay…

You're absolutely right, Son.

It was just your mother who nurtured and raised both of you.

I was never there.

However, do you know where I was?

At the shop.

I was working there 16 to 18 hours a day, sweating it out for you.

So that you could fail in the sixth grade.

And these expensive clothes and shoes

that you keep ordering with your credit card,

you know, your father pays for them.

In fact, even these baby's diapers have been paid for by your father.

Oh, hello, Papa. Don't get so carried away.

I buy his diapers with my own hard-earned money.

I'm also part of this business.

I'm the sole owner of that business.

-Huh? -Yes.

And after this, don't even dare to set foot in that shop.

Because, now at this moment, I hereby disown you from my business.

-What? What are you saying? -Don't interrupt me!

Be thankful, at least this house was purchased by me in his name.

Or I would have definitely thrown him out of here as well.

You want to be a single papa, right?

So now, my son, you are really single.

Completely alone.

Now, try to raise him.

Work hard and raise him with your own money, my son.

Let's go.

Want to stay here? Let's go!

These flippers are so smooth.

Flippers, wings!

Correct!

I'll come back in a minute.

Hello?

Yes, Mr. Tomar?

Disaster has struck here, madam. The air is heavy with tension.

Gaurav sir's father seems to have disowned him from the business.

Are you sure of this?

He's asleep.

I was in the same area as your liquor store yesterday,

so I thought I'd drop in to meet you.

And… I saw your father there.

You didn't go to work yesterday?

No, actually these days, I have been working from home, madam.

-Hmm. -It says in the parenting books, right?

That parents should spend as much time as possible with their newborn children.

Otherwise, their emotional development might get stunted.

-How sensitive. -Thank you.

So… how do you exactly run a liquor shop from home?

Please elaborate.

Well, madam,

I mean, my father is on a video call with me all day

because he doesn't know how to… you know--

Can you tell me the truth for once, Mr. Gehlot?

Every time I make an effort to trust you,

you manage to do something to break my trust.

Please tell me honestly,

has your father kicked you out of his business?

How do you know about that?

I just said I went to your liquor shop yesterday.

-Papa told you? -It's not important who told me this.

What's important is what you have planned for the future.

Without an income or financial support, how do you think you'll take care of Amul?

I'll do something or the other, of course, madam.

I mean, this is really absurd.

When, when fathers lose their jobs,

they don't leave their children on the streets, do they? Of course, not.

Point taken.

I also have a few points.

Point number one,

as of now, legally, you are not Amul's father.

Point number two,

that day, at the committee, when you so loudly announced

that there is no difference between Sayonee and you,

that you both belong to the same income bracket,

you both run businesses.

Now, when you don't have a job and she can take better care of the child,

you tell me,

who is the better option for Amul's future?

Madam, Amul's future, present, and past, no one knows better than me.

I will never let Amul want for anything in his entire life.

Even if that means I have to sell my soul.

Well, I hope there are takers for that.

Now, I'm going to lay this out plain and simple.

Because I'm a fair person,

I'll give you one more chance, okay?

You have 15 days

to get a job and sort out your finances.

If in these 15 days, you can't find a job for yourself,

then, I'm sorry, I will have to write it in my report.

And that is going to definitely affect the adoption.

Then don't write this in the report, madam.

-3:30… -Fifteen days--

…meeting number three.

Hello, Rathi?

Okay, man, listen.

Can you tell me how many investments are there in my name? Ballpark?

Yes, just under Gaurav Gehlot's name.

Zero? Okay, forget it.

What's the amount I have in my personal savings account?

150 thousand? Are you batshit crazy?

Why did you make me pay advance tax?

Get lost.

There's no money.

Listen, bro.

From today, Amul's diapers, medicines, milk,

and in fact, all expenses will be borne by Amul's uncle. Okay?

You don't stress. Your brother is here. Don't worry.

Bro, you offered, right? That's enough for me.

But that's it from now.

Enough of living on credit.

Now, I'll show Jatin Gehlot that I am capable of earning my own money.

Who is this Jatin Gehlot, bro?

-That's my father, you idiot! -Oh, Uncle's first name is Jatin?

Yeah.

Bro, I am getting a weird feeling as if we're on a sinking Titanic.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to find a job.

-And who do you think will give you a job? -Your company?

Hey, we don't have any vacancies. Don't even think of applying in my company.

Oh, oh, okay, no problem. Yours is not the only company!

I'll send my resume to whoever I can.

-It's not "resume", it's "résumé". -Yeah, résumé! I'll send my résumé, man!

And it's not built in the air, this résumé.

You'll have to make a résumé.

-Do you even know how to make one? -Hey, you stupid idiot! I'm GG!

I won't just make a résumé. I'll crush it.

I'll spray it with perfume and then I'll post it.

All the companies will bloom with fragrance.

They'll all go mad!

And all the sharks of all these companies,

they'll keep running after me with counteroffers.

"GG's 30% is mine. GG's 40% is mine."

Here, here, here. That's how it's gonna be, you know!

I'm gonna have the most amazing résumé ever.

Just wait and see what I do now.

Amul, my son, just watch.

Everyone will know your Papa's power.

Name. Age.

First field. Education. What do I write? Twelfth pass?

Yeah, write twelfth. I think I passed that grade.

Formal education is not important.

Life education is important.

And in the university of life, I am Dr. Gaurav Gehlot.

I have done PhD.

The thing is, I don't have a nanny.

Tell me, how do you spend your free time?

Sir, I like to wrestle.

My grandfather was a state-level wrestler.

-Wrestling is in my blood. -This is not a bouncer's position.

Mr. Gehlot, do you have any unique skills that set you apart from others?

If anyone asks about your specialty, then tell them about something…

that only you can pull off.

I can use one hand to feed Amul like this,

and the other hand to change his diaper at the same time.

-Your skills are of no use here. -No one wears a diaper in the office.

How do you know that?

Thank you, man.

What's Papa drinking? What's he drinking?

Found anything good?

Oh, I'll find something.

The amount of work it's taking to find one,

it was easier to find a bride.

What kind are you looking for anyway?

I want one that makes my papa jealous and makes it fun for me.

How disgusting, GG!

What happened?

How can you objectify the nanny?

-Talking about the nanny, are you? -What else?

Oh, I was talking about a job.

Only if I get a job will I even be able to afford a nanny, right?

Otherwise, how will we get a nanny? Look, what Sharanya Aunty is saying.

Have a sip.

We are looking for someone responsible, Mr. Gehlot.

Madam, that responsible person is me.

Whenever something goes wrong in our shop,

my father always says, "Gaurav is responsible for this."

So, tell me what made you quit your job?

-It was because of what my father said. -What?

You're fired.

Rejected!

Rejected!

Rejected!

Rejected!

Rejected!

Oops, kiddo, you did it again?

Amul, my son, try and understand, the times are a bit tough.

If you can save even one diaper per day, imagine how much we'll save in a month.

Work with me on this, please.

Pee and poop just a little less.

Okay, drink your milk, then I'll get you changed.

Don't you miss your mumma at all?

-Mumma! -Guggu.

-Mumma. -Guggu.

-Did you bring parathas? -Yes.

None of the parathas in the world can taste as good as these.

People say, they like parathas with potato or with cottage cheese.

I tell them, I like my mumma's parathas the best.

Please come back home. I'll make these everyday.

This is a very Mission Impossible request, Mumma.

Hey, you want some parathas? Grandma got some.

What is this?

200 thousand.

Guggu, your papa doesn't know anything about this. This is my money.

I had saved it out of the household expenses.

I have more.

Take it whenever you need. Okay?

I'll get some water.

Mumma, whichever way you look at it,

this is still Papa's money, right?

I don't want it.

Guggu, basic groceries have become really expensive.

Let alone, electricity, oil and petrol.

Running a home is not a joke.

So don't be so stubborn and take it.

I don't want it, Mumma.

You've gone completely insane, Guggu.

This thing between the two of you has gone on for far too long.

Let's go. Say sorry to your papa.

Come back to the business and quietly return home.

This apology should come from Papa now.

And I will only come home when Amul can come with me. Do you agree to that?

Amul?

Guggu, a child that drives you away from your own family

can never be good for you!

Please, don't shout, he is sleeping.

Oh, and by the way, it's you and Papa who drove me away.

So then by that logic, the two of you as parents aren't very good for me either.

-Coming here was a big mistake. -Take your money back.

I'm taking it.

I love you.

Is Dr. Shantanu not here?

No, sir. We have a new doctor today. Shreya Aggarwal.

I see. I'm done with this.

Hey, Dr. Shantanu is not here today. There's some other female doctor.

-Female doctor? -Yeah.

Is she hot?

I didn't ask. Should I ask?

Yuck! So cheap, man.

What a weirdo!

No worries, come on in.

We'll wake him up soon.

Hello, doctor.

-Gaurav? -Hi! Shreya?

You are here? How?

Where else would I be?

I did tell you, I'm a pediatrician.

Yeah, but you didn't tell me where you practice.

-Pawan. -Hi.

And this baby?

Yeah, baby. Isn't he cute?

I meant, whose baby is it?

He's… his kid.

-What? -What, "what?" He's yours.

Take care of your own stuff, bro. It's his baby.

-This is her, you know. She is Shreya. -Shreya. Do you know each other?

Yes, of course!

You remember Goldie, right? Nammo's Goldie? She is his cousin.

-Shreya! Dr. Shreya! -Oh, okay!

-First cousin? -Yes.

She's a Pediatrician here, bro.

Pediatrician.

-So, what's wrong with your baby? -He'll tell you.

He, actually, explains it well.

He was saying that he noticed that for the last day or two,

his cheeks look redder than usual.

And, three months ago, he had a heart surgery as well.

And when did you notice this?

-When? -It was yesterday morning

that you called me, wasn't it? To tell me.

-That his cheeks were getting redder. -Yeah.

In fact, I noticed it yesterday morning.

And then I called him immediately to tell him that this is going on.

Hi.

What's his age?

-Five… -No.

-Four… About four and a half months. -He's four and a half months.

The baby is his, but you are answering all the questions?

I know, his wife has given up, that's why she sent me.

-He doesn't know anything at all. -Actually, it's just that,

he's very attached to Amul. He loves kids.

So sweet.

-Even I love kids. -So sweet.

But obvious, of course.

That's why she's a pediatrician, because she loves kids.

-You can bring him. -Yeah, we'll bring him.

-Have you--? -You've lost your mind!

It's an allergy. Nothing to worry about.

Apply this cream twice a day.

And if after a week, the redness is not gone, just bring him back.

-Yeah. Hey, bro, after a week… -Yes, I got that.

Hmm.

Thank you. Come on.

Let's go.

-Come on. -Let's go.

-Gaurav? -Yeah?

We should catch up sometime?

Yes, yes, sure. Why not?

Sometime. Sometime.

Korean heart.

Bro, we had a narrow escape today.

This Shreya has now got suspicious.

Before she tells Goldie anything, you tell him yourself, please.

Or else, you'll get beaten up.

You should've told me we're meeting here. I would've applied my SPF-70 sunscreen.

-Sorry. Hi! -Hi, baby.

-What's up, Goldie? -Hey, bro!

-Looking good, brother. -Thank you.

Aww!

Whose baby is this?

-Nammo, will you tell him or should I? -Why should I tell him? You tell him.

Hmm. Yeah, okay.

You're going to marry me, but you can't tell Mrs. Nehra about it?

Correct.

You are adopting a baby, but you…

-You can't tell my parents about it? -Correct.

You lied during the adoption process that you'll never get married

and you can't tell our families about it?

You were thrown out of your house and business

because of the adoption and you can't tell Mrs. Nehra about it?

He's so smart! He's understood everything.

However, Mrs. Nehra already knows all of this.

-So who cannot know about this, huh? -We can't tell your parents.

I…

Okay. So now, we can't tell anyone about any of this?

Correct.

Okay, tell me something.

So, during our wedding, we can't take any pictures?

Will we stay single on social media?

And what if someone recognises us on our honeymoon?

Shall we say, we're in a situationship, yeah?

That's a good point.

Can do. Yeah.

-Do we live in separate houses as well? -No, no!

That's only when Mrs. Nehra comes in for a check.

-Otherwise, you're good! -No!

Yes, yes.

-No! Absolutely not! -Man, Goldie, please listen…

Man, just try and understand. It's not that big a deal.

It is a big deal, bro.

-I will not be able to maintain this lie. -Goldie.

-I'll just tell everybody the truth. -Hey!

What you have done. What she has done. What I have done.

What have you done? You haven't even done anything.

So what? I'll tell them that, too. For safety sake.

I had told you, right? Didn't I tell you?

That I had a really hard time convincing them.

-So don't rock the boat. -I know.

But you guys don't seem to care.

All you're doing is rocking the hell out of the boat!

Goldie, calm down. What's wrong with you?

Man, it's just a matter of a few weeks.

After that, Nammo will be your beautiful bride.

And I will officially be Amul's single papa.

Look, it's just a white lie.

It's harmless and sparkling with the possibility of a bright future.

-And the wedding is definitely happening. -Yeah.

Don't worry.

Just… few days more.

Please. Stand by me.

Stand with her, bro.

-This is not right. -Aww, he's so cute. He agreed. He agreed!

Look who's here to meet you.

-Aww, Sweetie! Hi! -This is Baby Amul Gehlot.

Amul!

Hi, Amul. What does Papa call you?

-Cutie! -Cutie!

Cutie!

-Here. -Ah, look!

-Aww. -Aunty's got a gift for you!

Thank you.

-You want some tea? -Hmm.

Come on, I'll make some.

-Will Amul be here? -No, he has to go to work now.

He'll be just fine.

He'll wave his arms and legs around and stare at his toys. Come on.

Here you go.

-Thanks. -Take these as well.

Some are coming here and some are still going to Mom & Dad's address.

Yeah, this, changing address is a… pain.

Then don't change it.

Who knows, you might end up at this address again.

Hi, Raghav. I'm good. How are you?

Tomorrow?

Um… I'm, actually…

Okay, cool, we can figure out. We'll see.

What time?

Keep it later, please? Yeah, 1 p.m. works.

Okay. See you. Bye.

-Everything okay? -Umm…

Actually, I have a client meeting.

Uh, he is launching a premium whiskey brand.

And you know, I was to do all the research, the sales…

the expected sales, who is going to buy the product,

et cetera, et cetera, all of this.

And I don't think I have enough time.

I'm not really prepared.

-And he wants to discuss it tomorrow. -It's a whiskey brand?

Hmm. Everoak Spirits.

Okay, so ask me, then. The alcohol business is my livelihood.

-You? -Yeah.

Gaurav, this is not a random booze shop.

Hey! What do you mean by booze shop?

Okay, wait.

I have 16 years of experience as owner of Badnaam Wines.

I have chugged the whole market without soda or water.

And you know, I don't even burp.

I'm an expert at this, trust me.

Come on, take me with you.

Take me along and reap the benefits. Think about it.

Come on, Appu.

-Fine. -Yes!

But you won't mention Badnaam Wines there.

Yeah, okay.

And you won't flirt.

It's an office. POSH laws is a thing.

Yeah? There are posh and poor laws as well now?

Tell me, really!

Ayaan, meet Gaurav.

He runs a successful chain of liquor stores.

Badnaam Wines.

Umm… Gaurav, meet Ayaan.

He's the founder of Everoak Spirits.

A pleasure to meet you.

That's what they all say.

Umm… I thought, before we decide on the launch strategy,

it'd be really nice to meet somebody like Gaurav

who's been on the retail side of things for years.

So, um, have you given him the full download?

Download? Was I supposed to download anything? I haven't done it!

-Download means information. -It's okay. I can give you a quick recap.

So we are about to launch a premium whiskey brand.

Our TG is high-end users.

And we are brainstorming strategies to make a big splash in this segment.

The idea is to move the needle without boiling the ocean. You get me?

So, tell me,

how can we place ourselves to win over this market

and drive traction?

Premium whiskey launch.

Single Malt. Very nice. Understood.

Everything after that, no idea.

Aparna, am I wasting my time?

Not at all. It's very simple.

He just wants to know how their potential customers can be targeted.

Oh, that's what he's saying? Then you should've just said it like that.

Anyway, uh… let me ask you a question.

Have you ever got alcohol from a small store?

-Unfortunately, no. -Exactly!

When you go on your international trips,

you buy all your alcohol from the duty-free at the airport.

Right.

So, let me give you a bit of a download.

Actually, let's take a walk.

-Yes, please. -I'll explain this as we walk.

So, the thing is, every liquor store has five types of customers.

Number one, the regular.

They arrive once or twice a week and get their favourite quart.

Number two is the drunk.

THE DRUNK

They are there every day.

And sometimes, they even come twice or thrice in a day.

But these guys only buy the 300-400 rupee bottle.

So, your whisky brand, at least for these two groups,

is clearly out of reach.

Obviously.

Now, there's more to download.

After this, we have the third type, The Confused Character.

They want to drink, but what do they want to drink, even they don't know.

Then, at number four, we have…

The Corporate Idiot.

He's the weekend rager who lands up every Friday evening,

and buys enough alcohol for the whole weekend in one shot.

After that, we have number five, The Mercedes Man. Just… like you.

He's a brand loyalist.

Their brands are etched in stone.

Generally, Japanese single malts.

They may change their wives,

but not their brands.

Now, you wish to target that Mercedes Man.

But to change their taste is a difficult task.

You should ideally be targeting type three and type four.

That is 'The Confused Character' and 'The Corporate Idiot'.

These are the people who get a salary of one, one and a half lakhs a month,

but they have tastes like royalty.

They'll buy Coldplay tickets for 25000 rupees.

Every year, they want a new iPhone on EMI. Credit cards are their best friend.

Their entire lives are dedicated to Insta.

They only want whatever makes them look cool.

-Hmm. -This is your customer.

If you manage to capture them, sir,

then 25% of the market share will be yours.

Now tell me. Did you like my download?

Definitely very eye-opening.

-What he means-- -That his eyes have opened!

Even I can understand that much.

I may not be everybody's cup of tea, but I'm someone's shot of tequila.

For you, I will do weekly consultation.

How about full-time?

-Job? -Yes.

I'd really love to, but the thing is, I run a liquor business.

By the grace of God,

-money rains on me day and night. -Okay. It's okay, mister.

But, but… specially for you, I will manage.

Because I like you.

-Wonderful. -Yeah.

-My team will touch base with you. -Ah, okay.

-Thanks. -Hey!

Why is he saying that his team will touch my base?

Gaurav, you were so good!

Amul, look, your Papa got his first job today!

I'm sure, one day, you'll show me an offer letter just like this.

A job!

Oh, man.

This is a miracle, Appu!

Thank you, thank you so much!

-Good morning, sir. -Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I don't have a nanny, actually.

Today's Papa's first day at work, okay, Son?

Please cry a little less.

Easy, easy. There you go.

Good job!

Hey!

Oh, man!

You've pooped already, Amul?

Sorry. It's okay. Papa has diapers.

Papa has everything with him.

What's going on?

Why is everyone here?

-Sir, there… -Sir, he is…

Very nice. Good boy. Let's put your shorts on now.

Finish. Finish!

Mr. Gehlot! In my cabin. Now!

If all employees start bringing their children here,

then this office will turn into a park.

-Sir, the thing is, I don't have a nanny. -You better find one.

-It's time. -Okay.

Yeah, Jasmine?

Yeah, I did that already.

Listen, send me the number of those agencies, please.

I want a nanny, a really good one.

Looking for a nanny is just so tough, man.

Send it to me. I'll give you a call later. I'm picking up groceries.

Hi. How's it going?

Hey, Meenu Aunty, I needed a good, cultured nanny.

Can you help me find one?

-Sure, GG! -No, no, not you.

That was Meenu Aunty… Meenu.

My God, I thought adopting a child was difficult,

but finding a nanny is far worse than that.

Okay, let me know, bye!

Hey! Huh?

Amul?

Amul?

Amul?

Amul?

Hey, man, has anyone seen my baby? He is a small child.

Someone took him from here! How could you not see?

Amul!

Oh, where is my s… Hello! Is someone there?

Oh my God, did someone kidnap my son?

Oh, man!

Hey, GG!

GG, Amul is still in there!

-Where? -There is a tall, muscular guy inside.

He's holding him.

Hey…

Amul!

My son!

Are you crazy? Who are you?

Oh. There you go.

-How can you just pick up someone's child? -I must say, you're quite careless, sir.

You left this little baby alone.

Who do you think you are? You mountain of a man?

Just mountain. In Hindi, Parbat.

I'm Parbat Singh.

Sharanya Madam has sent me here for you.

Why?

I don't want to ransack anyone's house or get anyone beaten up.

Not to ransack, but to raise. That's what I do.

She told me that you needed someone to look after the kid, that is why.

-Sharanya? -Yeah.

Just wait a minute.

Yeah GG, tell me.

Sharanya, listen, did you ask this bouncer-type guy in touch with me?

Parbat Singh. You need a nanny for Amul, right?

Yeah, okay, okay. So this uncle… he runs a nanny agency?

Uncle himself is the nanny. Actually, he's a "Manny".

"Manny"?

Male nanny. As in, "Manny".

Hey, listen. I agree that I'm desperate.

But I'm not desperate enough to take this uncle over an aunty.

That uncle is a legend. Legend.

He has 30 years of experience and raised 99 children.

From Peru's High Commissioner to Patna's Commissioner,

he's raised all their kids.

Okay, but what difference does that make to me?

You're saying that a man is going to raise my child!

That's exactly what Mrs. Nehra thinks about you.

Hey, but… I'm already a man, right? I need a woman right now!

Please continue.

Man or woman, they just need to know the job. That's all that matters.

And this uncle is a pro. Try him, won't you?

Is he an ice cream flavour that you are asking me to try?

This is my baby, Sharanya. It's about him and his safety.

I guarantee you. You don't like him, I'll return your money!

-Ma'am? -The rest is your choice.

It's my feeding time. I have to go. Bye.

So, Mr. Paramount, let's try something.

Not Paramount, Parbat.

Yes, Mr. Parbat.

I have a suggestion. Let's do a 7-day trial period, okay?

If we both get along then very good. If not, then bye-bye.

-Can't do seven, sir. Six. -Why so?

Uh, Sundays, I don't work, actually.

Okay.

How do you take your payments?

Cash, cheque, or bitcoin?

Single papa pa pa pa pa pa

So this is our home.

This is the living area.

At the back, is my room.

This is the baby's room.

This side is the dining area.

At the back, there's a little garden as well.

This is the kitchen.

Are you non-vegetarian or vegetarian?

Hey!

Where did you go? Parbat?

Huh…?

What? What are you doing?!

-Have you got bananas? -What?

Who's gone bananas?

Bananas, sir.

The eating kind. Bananas.

Yeah. Why?

Here it is.

My friend, if you are hungry, there is lunch cooked and ready.

Why are you eating this… hey!

What are you doing?

This is my son, man. He's not a fruit salad!

Your baby has been bitten by a mosquito.

That is why he's being irritable.

If you put the juice from the banana peel,

it will fix everything. See.

These home remedies and everything…

Please don't just randomly test these things on my son, okay.

One second, wait. Don't do anything. Let me look this up first.

How is it that I have never heard that bananas pacify fussy babies?

-Yeah, okay. This one is fine. -Hmm.

But before you try any of this country quackery again,

make sure you ask me first, okay? Don't just go ahead.

Don't think I am clueless about what goes on in my own home, okay?

I've got cameras in every room. The whole house is under surveillance.

You're on my radar 24/7. I'm watching you. I see everything that goes on. Got it?

Tell him, kiddo.

Hey, Mr. Himalaya.

Not Himayala. Parbat.

Parbat Singh.

Right, Mr. Parbat. Did cutie do potty yet?

-I mean, did he download anything? -A lot!

You don't worry!

Say, Amul? Done with today's download?

Papa'll come soon, okay?

Love you!

Look who's getting their first massage!

Hi, Amul!

Enjoying the massage so much, Amul? Aye, take it easy, Muscleman.

Don't make meatloaf out of my munchkin.

"Hey Bill, take a chill pill!"

Oh, wow!

-I didn't know you were so cool, man. -Yeah.

Where did you pick this up?

Actually I have worked in Dubai for some time.

-So learnt it there. -Oh, yeah!

You should also try.

What, get a Dubai job?

Massaging the baby, sir.

-Oh! Sure, come on. -This way, this way.

Papa will massage Amul now.

"Listen, make a PowerPoint presentation." Like I know how to use PowerPoint.

-So what? -So I had to learn it from them.

-He is singing in Punjabi? -No idea.

-Hey, Mr. Parbat? -Yes?

You said you were from Bihar, right?

-Yes. -Then how are you singing in Punjabi?

Oh, actually, sir, I have… worked for the singer Gurdaas Maan for 6 months.

So learnt it there.

-Yeah? -Yes.

-Wow! -Gurdas Maan?

Amazing man! Which other languages can you sing in?

-Bengali? -No way!

And French.

-French? -Yes!

I worked in Puducherry at the Lt. Governor's house for some time,

so learnt it there.

That's enough, my friend. How many channels do you have in you?

You are like a walking-talking radio station.

I'm actually "try-lingual", sir.

Whichever language I hear, I give it a try.

And I don't even know how to speak Haryanvi properly.

Hey, Mr. Parbat.

Come on, today is my day off. I'll also help out with the chores.

Sure, why not.

-Gaurav sir? -Hmm?

If you don't mind, may I ask you a question?

Sure, go ahead.

Your son, Amul, doesn't really resemble his father, or even his grandfather.

And the reason for that is, Amul is neither related to his father,

nor his grandfather, nor his great-grandfather.

Oh?

The thing is, actually, my relationship with this baby,

it's not biological, it's an emotional one.

I have… adopted him.

You adopted him alone?

Is it possible?

Yeah.

Oh…

Now, that solves the puzzle.

You know, sir, all this while I was wondering

what could have happened to his mother.

Did she leave you, or the world?

Amul may not have a mama in his life, but drama, there's plenty.

Hmm.

I have only three months with him.

And in these three months, I need to prove

that I am a father competent enough to raise him.

-Or else-- -"Or else" is not an option, sir.

I'm with you now.

You'll pass with flying colours.

-Is that so? -Hmm.

So you've already decided that after the 6-day trial period,

I'm going to stick with you?

You know?

Your confidence level is "Selfie with no filter".

Very nice. I like it.

-Actually, it feels like home, that's why… -I'm glad.

So where… are you going?

Actually, Meenu said to me,

"Poons, let's go to Ambi Mall for some fun."

-We'll be back in the evening. -Okay.

En-zoy!

-Oh! Of course, I will. -Yeah!

Rickshaw!

-Follow that car. -No, no.

And don't say no today! Let's go. Go!

I have been deceived!

Guru ji!

Guru ji!

Calm down, my child.

-Calm down. Calm down. -Guru ji.

-Come, have a seat. -Okay.

Sit here.

Your tears are telling a story of their own.

I'm going through difficult times, Guru ji.

My son's already estranged.

And now I'm worried that problems will come up

during my daughter's wedding as well.

Wear this.

And have faith.

This ring's power and your reverence

will together protect you from all your problems

and keep you safe, my child.

Okay.

I'll send you the wedding invite. Please come. It will be a blessing to us.

Look at this.

Very nice.

-And this one? -Too pretty.

So, I think, because drinking and dancing go hand in hand,

it'll be nice to rope in an artist for a live gig.

Right? The launch will be sensational.

-What do you think? -I was smitten right from the start.

Hmm.

Strategy! Strategy is what I'm asking about.

Yeah, that's fine too.

-Just a second, okay? -Hmm.

-What happened? -Bro, chaos alert.

My mom and dad are insisting that you meet Shreya.

Why? I just met her. How many times should I meet her, man?

As many times, as possible.

Because they feel the two of you make a good match.

Are they insane? Just make them see sense.

No one could be more wrong for Shreya than me.

It doesn't matter, because Shreya also likes you.

But why? Why can't the two of you just brainwash her, man?

Hey, listen! We can't do that.

Anyway, after thirty, single women tend to lower their standards.

Plus, Shreya's very smart, and my in-laws are very sensitive.

Even my toothpaste isn't as sensitive as your in-laws are.

Hey! Goldie and I have jumped through way too many hoops for you, okay?

Now, it's your turn.

Why don't you jump a few hoops for us, now?

I don't know. Meet Shreya on Sunday.

Un-impress her, and just get done with it.

How am I supposed to un-impress a girl?

Just be yourself!

Guys, Sunday is the day off for my manny.

What will I do with Amul?

You're not just Amul's single papa, you're my single brother, too.

Understood? So, be a good brother and figure out a babysitter for two hours.

-I don't know. -Nammo, don't be ridiculous.

-Just think before you speak. -I'm not asking, I'm telling you.

Get on with it. Bye.

Hey! Hello?!

So unfair, man!

Phew!

Well done.

We are wearing the same T-shirt.

Come on, now say "Papa".

Can you say "P"? Can you say "P"?

"P" for Papa.

"Papa".

Hey, Parbat, can you check? Someone's at the door.

Sir, I'm busy boiling the milk, and sterilising the bottle.

Okay, I'll go then.

Sorry, boo-boo.

I'm not sure whether Papa has employed Parbat,

or it's the other way round. Oh, my little baby!

Lie down.

And you keep looking at this.

Hello?

Hi! The door was open, so I just came in.

Hi!

Hi.

Hi.

Shreya?

Doctor on call?

But I don't remember calling you.

You're so funny.

We have plans for lunch today, right?

Today?

On a Sunday?

But, on Sundays, I normally don't have any lunch.

I have intermittent fasting going on for 18 hours.

I don't eat anything.

Namrata and Goldie confirmed with me.

There must be some misunderstanding. I'll leave. That's okay.

Actually, uh, yeah! You're right.

Nammo did tell me that there was a plan.

But I forgot. Because I didn't have my almonds, you see.

I forgot that, too.

-Intermittent? -I forgot that, too.

I forget everything. Now, you also forget it.

Oh! Come on in, sit down. No, no, no, no.

We have a lunch date to get to. Let's go. Come on.

You'll go like this?

Yeah! What's wrong?

It will look like I kidnapped you while you were sleeping.

Well, you are, sort of, kidnapping me.

But you're right. I'll get dressed.

You, uh, you, you… you chill right here. I'll be back in a flash.

-Just give me two minutes. -Okay.

You wait right here, okay?

I'll be right back.

So sweet.

Lunch.

Hey, Nammo? You sent Shreya right to my doorstep?

Bro, I'm with Prem and Suman right now. So, bye.

Sir, bye.

I've boiled the milk for Amul and changed his diaper as well.

I'll take your leave now.

-I'll be back in the evening. -No, just a second.

-How can you just go now? -How will I go?

I'll go on my bike.

Not that, I mean, how can you leave without informing me?

But, sir, I have already informed you about this,

I don't work on Sundays at all.

Just wait a second.

You started working this Wednesday, and now you're taking Sunday off?

You also started on Tuesday, and now your Sunday is off?

Yeah, but just listen, I'm in a bit of a soup.

-Can you make an exception just for today? -Look.

I am going. Don't try and convince me to stay.

What do you mean, "don't try and convince me"?

What's so important? Do you have a date or something?

Can't tell you. It is personal.

Do you have protection?

Protection?

Why do you think I would need protection, sir? Huh?

I can single-handedly deal with 3-4 guys like you.

-No. I meant… -Hmm.

-Enjoy, okay? -See you.

You, uh…

Hey, uh, Shreya! This is Mr. Parbat. He's a "manny".

-Male nanny. Manny. -Hello. Hello.

Hello. Whose nanny? Yours?

I'm already grown up. Why would I need a nanny?

Amul's.

His s--

His friend's. My friend's.

-Pawan, right? -Pawan's. Right.

-What? -Pawan's.

-Amul is Pawan sir's son? -He's Pawan's son.

So, why don't you just leave? There's so much traffic at this time.

Aren't you going to get late? Go now, enjoy yourself.

You told me that Amul is your--

I asked you not to go, but you still wanted to go, didn't you? Now just go.

Have fun! Enjoy!

Uh, Shreya, sorry, I didn't want to say anything bad about Pawan around him.

But, Pawan, you know, he is just such a big jerk.

And his wife? She's an even bigger jerk.

Between the two of them, I swear to God, it feels like I am raising their kid.

I mean, what the hell,

if you can't handle kids, why do you even have them?

Parenting is a thing, right?

Uh… there goes my alarm.

So you're twinning with your friend's baby?

Yeah!

Uh, matching clothes enhances the bond, you know.

#TeamPapa-Nephew.

Oops, "Uncle-Nephew."

Cute.

Hi!

-You're applying the cream, right? -Yeah, yeah. Twice a day.

See, redness is gone.

Clear cheeks back on.

You know, I meet so many babies everyday,

but Amul has to be the cutest of them.

Yeah, he's a cutie.

I see red cheeks.

Where?

They look fine.

Yes, they are. You're blushing.

You're behaving as if Amul is your baby.

Yeah… uh, what?

Amul is your baby, isn't he?

Uh…

Why do you think so?

Gaurav,

My IQ is 140.

I'm a doctor.

And one should never hide anything from a doctor.

So tell me the truth.

For one, the Gehlot family has refused to accept the news.

And then, there's your family.

They're so conservative that my family appears liberal in comparison.

Now, my parents are so afraid that if the Aggarwal's found out about Amul,

then they would immediately cancel Namrata and Goldie's alliance.

That's why all this secrecy.

Otherwise, me? I'd love to shout from the rooftops.

Thump my chest and declare, "Amul is my son!"

-You know? -Plates?

Oh, they're down there.

You're right.

My family is conservative pro max.

My family takes pride in the fact that I'm a doctor,

but they're more ashamed that I'm a divorcee.

They've never said it directly,

but I know they think that my education is responsible for it.

Oh, is that so?

Well, I've only passed the twelfth grade.

By that logic, my marriage should have lasted

at least 15 or 20 years.

So nice to see a nonjudgmental North Indian boy.

It's so rare, you know?

Rare?

Oh, our kind is practically extinct now.

See, this is what girls want. A live-and-let-live kind of guy.

All girls or just…

this one?

By the way,

ever since you've adopted a baby, you seem… much cuter than before.

To other girls.

Oh, is it?

Then go and tell all those girls

that you are also quite cute.

Oh, I, um…

-Hi! I have been calling for so long. -Appu?

Sorry for coming unannounced.

But we need to discuss the launch plan, don't we?

Oh! What? I had a lunch plan with you as well?

The launch, Gaurav.

-What launch? -Gaurav?

Hi! Uh, Shreya. Dr. Shreya.

She's… She's Amul's doctor.

Hello.

Umm…

-Is she here for a home visit? -No, she's, uh…

This is my home right, so she's visiting the home.

Because she's Amul's doctor, get it?

I'm Aparna Sharma.

Gaurav's ex-wife.

Shreya Aggarwal.

And, besides being Amul's doctor, I'm also Namrata's future sister-in-law.

Oh, so you're going to be family!

His family.

He forgets to tell me the important stuff.

When does he tell the important stuff?

-Like how you're his ex-wife. -No, I wasn't going to.

I mean, "No, comma, I wasn't going to forget."

-I was just going to tell you. -When?

To whom?

-I… -I think I should leave.

Uh, no, no, you stay. I think I'll leave.

I'll leave!

Amul is crying. I'll go and check on him.

-Gaurav. -Yeah.

I'll be right back. Two minutes. Amul is crying, see?

So, what do you do?

I… I sell shampoos and soaps.

I work in advertising.

Interesting.

Interesting.

Umm…

-Want some tea? Coffee? Green tea? -Washroom, actually.

Here.

Take a right.

The light switch is behind the door.

You seem to know this house really well.

Yeah, it's my house.

I mean, it was. When we were married.

Oh, yeah. I'll just…

It's okay. Okay? Papa is right here.

You stay put. Papa's coming. Papa's coming.

So the thing is, Amul just peed, so… but he's fine now.

She… Shreya, she left?

-Washroom. -Okay.

Are you really hooking up with Namrata's sister-in-law now?

Hooking up?

No! Did she say something to you? I'm not doing anything, I swear.

It's okay. We're divorced. You can tell me, Gaurav.

If there was anything worth sharing, I would have told you.

Nothing has happened. Honestly. Don't think like that, okay?

-Otherwise, these ideas, they fester-- -I'll be off now, then.

Yeah, so, he peed, so…

I, uh, okay. I'll just see her off, okay?

I'll… I'll walk you out.

I'll be back.

It was nice meeting you.

Likewise.

Interesting…

Hey, Shreya!

Are you still involved with your ex-wife, Gaurav?

No, no, she just…

We are working together, right? So, she turned up out of the blue.

Gaurav, actually, I'm a very straightforward person.

I don't like triangles. I like straight lines.

So, if there's something between you two,

it's fine, you know? Like, you can tell me.

I mean, we're just friends.

She… She's my ex-wife, so there's, there's a comfort level.

But, but we are just friends. Only.

-Okay. See you. -Bye.

Drive safe.

I had a really good day with Amul.

-You did? -He's so cute.

I know.

I had fun too…

with you.

Umm, I'll just check the door.

This bell is going to be the death of me.

You!

Surprise inspection, Mr. Gehlot.

Is it Surprise Day today?

Just one after the other. J-Just wait a second, madam.

How can you just show up here randomly without even telling me?

Doesn't "surprise" literally mean to do something unannounced?

-What? -Where is Amul?

-Amul's playing football outside. -Very funny.

What kind of a question is that? He's a baby. Of course, he's inside.

-Hello. Madam, this… -Hi.

-Aparna. My, uh… -Ex-wife.

We've met before. During your testimonials. Remember?

-Oh, yes. Right. -I think, I've…

come here at the wrong time.

-Yeah! -Oh, no, no, no. Not at all.

Actually, I was about to leave.

-Bye, Gaurav. -Okay.

Bye, Aparna.

Uh, ma'am, you, you please come.

He's… He's asleep right now, but since you're here,

do your surprise check.

This way.

He just went to sleep about half an hour ago.

He eats on time, pees and poops on time.

-He also-- -Can you please speak softly?

Okay.

In the last 15 days, he's put on a kilo of weight.

The room is temperature-controlled, so he's comfortable, and…

Baby proofing is exactly how it's supposed to be.

The whole house gets cleaned twice a day, especially his room.

If you had asked me, I'd have recorded a video and sent it to you.

-You didn't need to come all the way. -No.

Anyway. Come…

The whole house is neat and clean.

Congratulations on the new job, Mr. Gehlot.

Thank you so much, ma'am.

-Hired a nanny? -Yes, ma'am.

By the grace of God, I've found an amazing nanny.

I can't even tell you, how amazing the work--

Where is she?

-The nanny? -Hmm.

Just stepped out for a bit, to the vegetable market.

-What's the name? -Name? Parbat… uh, Parvati.

-Full name? -Parvati Singh.

It's a female?

Ma'am, who asks such personal questions in today's day and age? I didn't.

And who is Parbat Singh?

Parbat Singh… Hmm.

I don't know. There's no one here by that name.

Really?

Someone's here, ma'am. I'll just check.

Soon, they'll find my corpse hanging from this door.

Who is it now?

-What happened, sir? So happy to see me? -Oh my, why?

Parvati?

I'm, uh…

Parbat Singh. And you?

But you're a man.

What do you mean?

How can you be the one to decide that he's a man?

The last time I checked, I was one.

Gaurav, you've hired a male nanny to care for Amul?

I mean, I don't want any more experiments with that child!

What do you not understand?

He needs the touch of a woman, Gaurav.

There's already a male presence in his life.

-What do you not get? -Yes--

-What is this "woman's touch"? -Mr. Parbat, please.

One minute, one minute, sir. I really want to understand.

What is this "woman's touch"? Huh?

To… to take care of the child, to love him,

to caress him, pacify him when he cries, to give him affection?

I do all of that.

Take a look at Amul, he's always so healthy,

-and so cheerful all the time. Tell her. -Yes, you're right, Mr. Parbat. That's…

-Madam, he's absolutely right. You-- -Gaurav.

I want someone conventional for Amul. Simple.

Ma'am, why don't you try and understand?

There are no nannies at all in the market. No one's available. What do I do?

Okay. Come to the orphanage tomorrow.

I will arrange someone for you. Okay?

Thank you very much.

Parbat, brother.

Please go and close the front door. And yank that bell out and throw it away!

I can't take it anymore.

This is Shobha.

She has almost 15 years of experience.

I had hired her for Shlok as well.

Don't you worry.

I'll take good care of your child, Mr. Gaurav.

Shobha, I'm trusting you with Amul, okay?

And I want to be present during the handover.

Okay, ma'am.

-Mr. Gehlot? -Yeah?

Yeah, Shobha, you… you can start tomorrow morning.

Thank you.

No, no.

Aparna has done a lot of blue sky thinking in order to come up with this.

Hey!

Amul!

Amul.

Hey.

-Parbat, buddy, are you okay? -Amul. I'm okay.

Bloody hell! Are you blind? Get out of the car. Can't you see that…?

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

Excuse me, Uncle, if you don't know how to drive,

-you should surrender your license. -I'm really sorry.

Oh, my baby! Come here.

You're okay, right?

What will happen to me, sir?

I'm a big rock.

You're not just some big rock.

You're my mountain range.

Thank you, Parbat, my brother.

Thank you. Thank you so much, brother.

I've written his schedule here.

Uh, but you have to change Amul's diaper at 3 a.m.

Why exactly at 3:00 a.m.?

3 a.m. because that's when he cries for milk. So, if you put on a diaper…

This is a mistake, man.

Ma'am…

You can see, things are all settled here, thanks to you.

In fact, I was telling him,

that you must have had a halo at birth, like an angel, isn't it?

Flattery doesn't work with me. So don't even try.

No, no, I was just…

Okay, Mr. Gaurav, I'll leave now.

Our time together was very short, but it was memorable.

Just like you met a manny like me for the first time,

it was also my first time meeting a single papa like you.

May I say something?

You're a kickass single papa.

Come on, Parbat Singh,

or else the train will leave the station without you.

Let's go, let's go, let's go. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. Come on!

Amul, my darling.

Parbat Singh, signing off.

You know, Gaurav, I'm glad you listened to me.

And I finally think that you and I can be on the same page

about what's good for Amul and what's not.

You are slowly starting to see it the right way.

It's so nice.

Parbat, my brother! Just wait.

You're not going anywhere. Take all that off.

My son, Amul's permanent manny can only be you.

Just take all of this stuff inside, that's it. Go on.

Have you lost it? I've already been very clear.

He, simply, cannot be a caretaker for Amul.

Because, ma'am, I want my son to grow up surrounded by his maternal masculinity.

What difference does it make, madam?

Man or woman? Whether it's fatherhood or motherhood?

Both of those are synonyms of love, right?

And there can only be equality in love, not discrimination.

They may be capable of loving equally,

but a woman is just better suited for Amul's welfare.

Welfare?

Ma'am, you know,

he wakes up every 10 minutes through the night, to check Amul's diaper.

He goes to bed after Amul goes to bed and wakes up before Amul wakes up.

Yesterday, he jumped in front of a moving car without even thinking,

but he didn't let anything happen to Amul.

Do you realise that all of this might affect your case badly?

Ma'am, if it does, it does.

I'm not thinking about this case right now,

and honestly, I'm more concerned about my son right now.

Gaurav, I hope you know,

that because of Parbat, you might lose Amul.

I can't let the fear of losing Amul tomorrow

dictate the decisions I make for him today.

Shobha!

Let's go. Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

I thought you weren't going to stop me.

Look, Mr. Parbat, your beloved Amul is crying.

Now you crying and him crying at the same time,

now that's something I can't handle. Now get your bag…

No wait, I'll get your bag.

-You check on Amul-- -I… I'll do it.

No, I'll do it. Okay, fine. I'll check on Amul. You put the bags.

Papa is coming, he's coming!

We're getting married this weekend.

So, technically, this is our last dinner as single people.

And I wanted to make it something special.

In the era of nanoships, you are an old-school romance, baby.

I can't wait to spend my life with you!

Just a couple more days.

And after that,

we will leave all the lies,

stupid secrets,

and useless drama, far behind,

for the white sandy beaches of Maldives.

Our honeymoon is going to be…

Shit!

What, no! It will be epic!

Hold this. Keep your head down.

Hello, but we already decided to go with our regular order, right?

Namrata!

-Gaurav's sister? -Oh! Hello!

Ma'am, what a pleasant surprise!

Uh, are you here for dinner?

No. I'm here for a walk.

Obviously, I've come for dinner.

You shouldn't have. It's a terrible place. We were about to leave.

Won't you introduce me to your handsome friend?

Him? Handsome?

Ma'am, I think you need to check your eyesight.

Anyway, it's not necessary to introduce everyone, right?

-So, now I'm "everyone"? -You're not everyone, you… you're no one.

Got it? Just a… random friend of mine.

Random, huh? Friend, huh?

And where did you meet this "random friend" of yours?

In Bha-tinder, ma'am!

You know, it's a very famous hookup app in Bhatinda.

So, you wanted to hook up but became friends?

Um, actually, ma'am, we're not just friends, we're more than that.

Correct! We're friends with benefits, actually.

Baby…

-Baby, we're getting married. -Getting married?!

Are you mad? Never!

-Don't be clingy, bro. -What?

And anyway, I'm not the marriage type.

-I just string men along. -Really!

As a matter of fact,

everyone knows I'm never getting married. Never in my life.

Everyone except me, apparently.

She's absolutely right. There's nothing special about marriage.

Namrata, enjoy your meal with this "random friend" of yours.

-Yeah. -You have a good evening.

You too!

-Bye. -Bye.

If you didn't want to get married, then why all this--

Idiot, that was Mrs. Nehra!

Who is this Mrs. Nehra?

Oh, is she a relative of the famous cricketer, Nehra?

Goldie…

Oh! Ooh!

Mrs. Nehra!

Mrs. Nehra,

we're not getting married!

What will happen to Amul now?

-"Praise to Lord Ganesha." -Hmm.

"Mr. Jatin Gehlot and Mrs. Poonam Gehlot

cordially invite you to grace the wedding of their daughter,

Ayu. Namrata Gahlot with Chi. Anand Aggarwal."

-What is "Ayu" and "Chi"? -Blessings and wishes for a long life.

All that's fine, but Anand? Who's that?

Anand? Mom, Goldie's name is Anand.

Oh, enough of this fancy English.

-Can you just stop? -Okay, okay.

"Chi. Anand Aggarwal, son of Mr. Prem and Mrs. Suman Aggarwal.

On Saturday, 14th September, 2025.

With best compliments from Gaurav…"

"With best compliments from Gaurav Gehlot."

You know what? That's enough!

Papa is in a mood.

You're living in a different world.

I'm the one getting married. And I'm not enjoying this at all.

-Let's go. Come on! -Where? Where are we going?

-We are going out. Let's go. -Why are we going out?

Yeah, I'll tell you. Come with me. Gaurav! Step out!

-Gaurav, now! -Nammo, stop shouting.

The neighbours will complain.

Brother!

Oh, my brother Get out here! Look I have appeared

Oh, you all have. Tell me.

I have to use such tactics to talk to you three together.

Just because of your ridiculous egos.

Please, Nammo.

My ego doesn't stand a chance in front of their male egos.

Will you just let me talk?

Or do I have to use the hand-raising emoji like on video calls?

Listen, I'm getting married, but I'm not happy.

Why? What happened? Did Goldie tell you something?

I'm not happy because of you, Papa!

You see? It's because of you that both your kids are unhappy.

-And because of you too, Gaurav. -What did I do?

-I was lugging your wedding cards around-- -Just shut up and listen!

I'm getting married, but my brother isn't at home.

I'm the one getting married,

yet the family's entire focus is on my brother?

What do I have to do to get the spotlight on me? Huh?

Should I get the "Main Character Energy" embroidered on my wedding blouse?

What's this? I don't understand what you're saying.

-Do you want brother or just attention? -I want both! I'm the bride, dude!

I want all the attention in the world, and my entire family with me.

I can't get married like this.

Bro, listen. Enough of this drama. Come home now.

"Come home"?

I'd come home if I was the one who'd left in the first place.

-I was thrown out, don't you understand? -All of you, understand!

If you guys have even the slightest bit of love for me,

then just for a few days,

put your axes back in their sheaths and stop acting like Vikings.

No. Not at all!

Okay, then.

Time for the ultimatum.

Mummy, Papa, if you don't let my brother back in the house,

I won't get married to Goldie.

And if my wedding gets cancelled again, then not me, but you will have a problem.

You'll face a social boycott in all of Buckingham Palace, think about it!

What will we do now?

Look, Nammo.

Now, these people don't understand you, but I do.

And… I'm ready to come back, but I won't come alone.

If I come, my son, Amul will also come with me.

What?

Nammo, if he brings the baby home,

what are we supposed to tell your in-laws whose child it is?

We'll figure it out! For now, let him come home, or I'm calling Goldie--

No, no! Guggu, Guggu? Come back, come back.

All right, bring that child as well.

You, you tell him?

If he must, he will.

Oh, such fancy English?

But just two sentences?

But in your status updates, you write long poems.

But, anyway.

Nammo, you're my sister, and I really love you.

So, I'll definitely come for your wedding.

But listen, along with me and Amul, Parbat will also be there. Okay?

And I am warning you, he is big.

He eats a lot.

Who is this?

Aha!

Look, look.

Hey!

Won't you let Aunty hold you?

Go to your Aunty Nammo.

Ah, good boy!

I really didn't want to give you a hug. But I had to.

I don't want to give you a hug either, Guggu.

Mishra, where the hell are you?

I have been waiting for so long.

It's time for our walk, man.

-Where are--? Huh? -My friend, I am not at home.

I have already moved to an old-age home in Gurgaon.

What?

Stop staring. Your eyes will pop out.

Why shouldn't I?

Didn't you have complete control over your family?

Come on, man.

We were falling short of space at home.

Oh, I see. I see.

So you fell short of space in such a big house?

This place… See how big it is.

It's so open and breezy, like a resort.

The people here take good care of me.

And did you see the nurse there? Looks like a heroine, right?

Stop lying.

We're such old friends.

You idiot, why didn't you tell me that there were so many problems at home?

How could I tell you, my friend?

That I transferred my home… to my own son while I'm still alive.

I thought that he is my own son.

My flesh and blood.

But… in the end, it meant nothing.

True relations come from the heart.

Listen to me, my friend.

Please embrace Gaurav and his son.

Please do that.

Love is the greatest thing in the world.

Much thicker than blood.

There's nothing more important than love, my friend.

Come.

Come!

Let me see how that brat of yours

dares to kick you out while you are still alive.

-Let it go, Jatin. -Listen, that's your house.

And they're just living in it. Not the other way around. Come on, get up.

-I am… I'm fine here. -Come on, get up.

-I'm absolutely fine here, my friend. -Come with me.

Please, listen to me.

You bloody lowlife!

How dare you throw your own father out of the house?

This is a family matter. Uncle, who are you to interfere?

-You are asking me who am I to interfere? -Let's go.

Have you absolutely no shame?

You are throwing out the same man

who saved every penny to build this house for you?

Look, Uncle, I respect you,

but that doesn't mean you can say anything.

Now get lost, or else…

-Jatin, please. -Or else, what?

Wait. Or else, what? Tell me.

You want to beat me? Let me see--

-Yes, I'll beat you up. -Hey, hey! How dare you?!

I'll kill you, man! How dare you do this?

You wanna hit my father? I'm gonna kill you!

Jatin, go and put a stop to this, please.

Let me go. Let me go.

Gaurav, stop!

Gaurav, stop it. Please.

GAURAV, WHERE ARE YOU, MAN?

So, uh… the presentation, is it happening, Aparna?

Actually, umm, a colleague of mine was helping me. So, uh…

So why don't you let your colleague do the next presentation?

I'm… I'm so sorry, Ayaan.

Just… Just give me a minute. One minute.

I'm so sorry. Sorry, really sorry.

I'm letting you off with a warning.

Next time, I'll lock you up.

And listen,

if you throw your father out of his house again,

I'll arrest you first.

And also thrash you.

I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again.

Get out.

I'm really sorry, it's a bit delayed. I just need a little more time.

-Uh, can we just--? -Highly unprofessional of you.

-I really-- -I didn't expect this from you.

Ayaan, can we reschedule it?

Sorry, Uncle.

Sorry, Papa.

Please come back home to us.

The number you have dialed is busy. Please try…

Papa, I'll drop you on the way.

I have to get to work, I am really late already.

Please, can we go?

Appu, Appu, Appu! I'm very sorry, Appu! Just listen to what I'm saying.

-I was in-- -I don't want to hear it.

Appu, I was picked up by the cops, man.

Why are you being so dramatic?

You could have just sent me the presentation if you were so busy.

You know, this whole thing of us working together, me recommending you,

I shouldn't have done that.

Gaurav, it was the worst day of my life.

You're simply irresponsible.

The kind of things I have to do because of you.

Sometimes, it's a priest. Sometimes, it's therapy.

I don't know what's going on.

Don't bother yourself. I didn't put the blame on you.

I don't want Amul's Papa to be jobless.

So, you feel free to connect with him whenever you want.

Papa?

Did you thank Gaurav for whatever happened today?

Why not?

Who says "thank you" to their own son?

What kind of logic is this?

-Gaurav! -Yeah?

What's up?

-Say thank you. -Hey!

What "thank you"? Not necessary, Papa.

It is necessary.

Papa, say thank you to him. And be real. Not like your status messages.

What do you…?

All right, then. Thank you, my son.

No, no, Papa. It's all right. It's not a big deal.

What's with this constipated expression?

Say it properly. With love. Give him a hug.

Hey! What's wrong with you?

Why? Are we celebrating something?

He said "thank you". That's enough for me.

He's also not that eager, so let's leave it.

Why can't you let things go?

Why are you, father-son, so scared of intimacy?

Whose Aunt Macy?

I'm not scared of any Aunty Macy.

Not "Aunty Macy," intimacy.

It means, emotionally close. Forget it, just hug him.

But why?

Why? Because he's your son.

So?

That's no reason at all to hug.

If someone's dead,

or something's broken, then it's different.

No, Papa. Now. Come on, do it. And you're also avoiding, I can see that.

-Oh, no. -What's the matter with you?

-Do it! -Come now, Son.

She's not going to let it go.

-Okay? Happy? -Now, be happy.

What was that?

Do it properly.

Man, you're overdoing it, Nammo.

It's your wedding, so you can do as you please?

I can do whatever I want.

-What is all this, Nammo? -Come on.

Okay, fine.

Thank you, my son.

Thank you.

Papa, I swear, I'd have taken a few more swings at him.

But the damn cops showed up.

So, tell me?

How did it feel? Expressing your feelings for the first time?

-Extremely good. -It was actually nice.

Papa, having a drink with you, now that feels amazing.

And you, too, Nams.

Cheers.

-Gaurav. -Hmm?

Nammo.

Do you guys know,

your mother is going to leave me?

-Huh?! -Where is she going?

Dad, please tell us. Is Mumma sick or something?

No, no.

She's fallen in love with someone. She…

I think, uh…

after your wedding is done,

Poonam will divorce me.

Papa, I think that's enough for you.

You're not making any sense. What are you saying?

The sad part is that I'm completely in my senses.

Papa, there has to be some misunderstanding.

-I'll just go and talk to Mumma. -No, no. It's too late now.

Your mum is head-over-heels in love.

With that man.

He's the one who has transformed her

from Poonam to "Poons".

Papa, what is it? Did Mumma say something to you?

No, my son.

She still has some shame left in her. She won't say it herself.

Who's putting these ideas in your head?

No one's putting ideas in my head!

I saw it with my own eyes.

She goes to meet him at a hotel.

Is that why you were putting those cheesy status messages about loyalty?

You know, Mumma had a makeover, and she had a fancy haircut--

You shut up!

Papa, you go and speak to Mumma right now, or I'll do it.

No!

Until Nammo is married,

I don't want any problems.

We'll talk after the wedding.

No, I'm not going to wait. I'm going to her now.

Don't you dare!

Only I will talk to her about this.

And listen to me carefully,

until the wedding,

both of you will behave

as if nothing has happened at all.

How's that fair?

I won't hear any of it.

At least she's happy with that man.

Guggu, Nammo, we need to leave now. Where is everybody?

-Bahubali! My son is the Bahubali! -GG!

Listen, GG, you're drunk, give me the baby.

-Oh, no. I'm not drunk at all! -GG! Baby…

Papa.

What did you say?

Huh? Hey!

Turn off the music!

-Say that again. -Papa.

Papa!

He called me "Papa"!

This is the first time he's called me "Papa".

He said "Papa"!

Hey, everyone, remember this moment.

One the evening of September 13,

Amul Gehlot called Gaurav Gehlot "Papa" for the first time.

Oh, my baby!

Did he just say "Papa"?

But why… why did he call you "Papa"?

So you mean, Amul is your son?

Yes.

Amul is my brother's child.

-Nammo, please-- -Mama, please!

I can't start this marriage with a lie. Please.

Yes.

Amul is my son.

And I'm his single papa.

"Single Papa"?

He's with me now.

Yeah, yeah, I can see that. He's with you now.

He means to say, he has adopted him.

And, I have promised him my full support, so, uh…

Amul is my responsibility, too.

What?

He is your responsibility?

And let alone asking, you didn't even inform us?

You know, I wouldn't…

I wouldn't even breathe without asking my mother-in-law.

I'd ask, "Should I take a deep breath or shallow?"

You have really tricked us, Mr. Gehlot. Humph!

And your daughter tricked our son!

Goldie.

Did I deceive you?

Can you let them know, that you knew everything?

You knew about all this?

I told you, didn't I?

To wait for some more time. But, no! There were lies and more lies.

We lied because your family scared us.

And you were also a part of this lie.

No, I lied for you and only for you. And that's the fact.

Oh, please! The truth is that you are scared of them.

Can't you tell them that you didn't have a problem with the adoption?

Come on, speak up!

If not for me, at least take a stand for yourself.

My stand has always been clear.

I am not going to rebel against my family.

I thought even I was your family.

Mrs. Aggarwal, please forgive us. It's a mistake.

Forgive him?

Which means, we have to accept this baby?

Tell me this.

If something happens to you, who would be responsible for the child?

Namrata and Goldie.

I should have broken off the alliance on the very day

they came for a paternity test.

No big deal, sir.

It's not too late.

Let's break it off now.

I've had it with your venomous insults.

"Girl from a Jat clan", and "Having an intercaste marriage."

Listen, please, no one will marry our girl.

So let her be single forever!

She's my daughter. I'll support her as long as I am alive.

Girls are not loose change you just give away,

they're family's pride.

Hey, come on, Gehlots. We're done here.

Are you coming or not?

Poonam, come on!

-Mummy. Mummy! -Suman!

Mummy!

Call a doctor, quickly!

-Mummy! What happened? -Suman, open your eyes.

Is she okay?

She was so happy-go-lucky.

She always took care of everyone.

But now,

she is lying here, unconscious.

My Suman!

She's alive, don't worry.

-How's her blood pressure? -Yeah, it's fine.

Aunty's isn't as serious as Uncle's making it seem.

-Water? -What?

This one's offering me water, and that one's on her phone.

You all are… I don't want any of this.

Is this time for high-tea?

Oh, man! What is it?

Sir, the guests are getting restless, so should we start serving them now?

Ask them to come sit on my head.

Read the room, Pahuja. The wedding is stalled.

-Stalled? -It's not stalled. It's been called off!

It's been cancelled. You, go and announce it.

-Me? -So, who else? Me?

Buddy, listen. Take care of the guests.

I'll handle things here. Just sort it out, please.

Come.

Hey, wait a minute!

My dear guests!

It is with great regret that we inform you that this wedding

has unfortunately been cancelled.

-Cancelled? -Yes, Uncle.

Should've told us before we gave them the gifts!

Thank you for your feedback, Uncle.

But the food counters won't open today.

Gupta uncle, please step away from the bar. It's closed today.

-What about our drinks, bro? -We are very sorry. Sorry.

Nammo, I'm really sorry, man.

All this is happening because of me.

It's okay.

So, what if I don't have a husband?

I'll have a nephew for life.

Gaurav sir, Amul's forehead feels warm. Can you please check?

-What's wrong? -Here.

Hi, baby, what happened? Hi, my baby.

Yeah. He couldn't handle all this negativity, my poor baby.

Do me a favour, Parbat.

I have got some fever medicine in my bag, can you please get it?

Hey, kiddo, nothing happened. You're fine.

Just a second. Just a second, baby.

-Can you please hold him? Go, go. -Yeah, give him to me.

-Come, come, come. -Huh?

Why is… Why is Shreya calling now?

So answer it.

I'll just get this.

-Yeah, Shreya. Is Aunty conscious? -No, not yet.

But listen, Goldie has just stepped out.

If you want to talk to him, this is your last chance.

Yes, I'll do that. Thank you so much.

Bro, I told the guests that the wedding is off.

Hey, no, no, it's not off yet! It's just a ceasefire.

I'm going to talk to Goldie. Don't let the guests leave. Don't!

-Make them stay somehow. -Guys, make up your minds, please!

My dear guests, please stop! Wait, hold on. Hold your horses.

Because the wedding is not entirely cancelled yet.

It's a ceasefire!

Come on! Start the music!

Hey, hey, Goldie! Goldie, listen to me.

Look, you're in love with Nammo, aren't you?

Bro, please, I have to go--

Hey, you keep calling me brother, right? Now listen to your brother.

If you love her, then you have to put your foot down.

-No, I-- -You don't love her?

-I can't put my foot down right now. -But why can't you do it?

Look at me. Learn something from me.

Goldie, I have been living my entire life according to a to-do list.

I'll get married when I'm 28, have my first kid at 30, the second one at 32.

What did I get out of it? Bro, even my wife left me.

Then, I found this little baby in an empty butter carton. My Amul.

-Yeah. -And this baby… he changed my life, buddy!

I fell in love with him.

Deciding to adopt him was bloody scary for me, man.

It felt like the whole world was against me.

But I learnt one thing from my son.

That standing up for love gives you a different kind of peace.

Look, everyone here has cancelled your wedding, but here I am, begging you.

Because bro, you know,

all those lies Nammo told were all for me.

And you did, too.

Whatever you both did was all for me. I know that.

That's why I'm ready to do whatever it takes.

I'm ready to beg and plead for this.

But you need to be on board first, right?

Look, I know you're nervous and scared. Even I was scared.

Your fear is, your family won't accept it.

Trust me when I say this,

they'll accept everything in the end.

Don't worry about it. But right now, you need to fight.

Otherwise, you'll regret this for the rest of your life.

Goldie, take a stand.

-I can't take a stand, bro. I can't. -Why can't you take a stand, man?

-Why not? -Goldie! Aunty has regained consciousness.

-Oh! She's awake. -Hey!

-Why are you dancing? -He's just happy that Aunty is awake.

-Come on now, let's go. -Let me go, man!

I've been trying to tell you, I need to pee!

What nonsense is this?

The other bathroom has been blocked by Papa.

Here, you're blocking me, this is too much!

I'll end up peeing here!

Bro, once you are done with your business,

just think about what I said, okay?

VISHWAS I'M COMING IN

Mr. Vishwas.

You're the only one I trust apart from BKG.

Of course, Mrs. Poonam.

Vishwas will always be at the service of BKG's devotees.

What happened, Papa?

Look over there! That's the villain in my life.

That's the new love of your mother.

This… is an international affair?

No, he's very much Indian.

Scoundrel just looks like a foreigner.

Papa, I've carried this rage for too long. Don't even think of stopping me now.

I am going to beat this man into a pulp.

Our family seems to be unlucky in marriage.

Please help me with this.

My daughter's wedding got called off.

Again!

Mrs. Poonam, it's okay. It's okay, Mrs. Poonam.

BKG's devotees never accept defeat.

Come on, wipe your tears now. Come on.

Wipe your tears.

-But… -Wait!

Papa, forget all the promises I made.

I'm going to kick his ass!

-Hey, GG! GG, no! -Gaurav!

Oh, Broski! Hey, bro!

Life sometimes puts you in such situations, sir.

My life, for instance.

For so many years, I have been living without a wife.

You'll survive, too. Yeah.

Can he just do me a favour?

-Broski… Hey! -Can you just get him to call me?

-Hey, wait a minute, man! -Don't overreact, Gaurav.

He's just a bag of bones. If you slap him, he'll collapse right there.

No one will interfere.

Only I'll talk to her.

Poons…

Tell me.

Going where?

I'm… I, you…

I, me, that, I…

I know everything.

-About what? -About this man.

That I… I was just going to tell you--

What were you going to tell me? Hmm?

That, for the sake of Vishwas,

you viciously betrayed me?

Oh, I knew you'd react this way. That's why I didn't tell you anything.

How else would I react to this now?

Should I worship you for this? Huh?

Just ask the kids.

The state I was in, crying continuously.

When my wife is having an affair with someone

how else do you think I should react?

-Affair? -Affair?

-Mr. Gehlot. -What?

I'm BKG's secretary.

I don't care about BKC or BKG.

-Whoever-- -Oh, BKG!

Brahmand Ke Guruji.

Meenu had sent me to him to solve our problems.

I had to hide it from you because you don't…

believe in this superstitious stuff.

You are not lying to me?

Come on, swear on my life, Poonam?

I swear.

I made a huge mistake, Poonam.

-I did not trust you. -Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

-So sorry. -Papa!

-It's okay. -Papa, stop!

Nams!

Nams!

I've taken a stand.

I've given them an ultimatum.

It's either Nammo,

or no more.

And I also told them that,

if I don't marry you, I won't marry anyone.

Our love was so powerful that it broke all the barriers, and they said yes!

Hey, that's great!

And, Gaurav, brother!

I put my foot down.

Your timing was pretty bad.

But I have to say, your speech was inspirational.

I am proud of you, man!

Listen, Nammo, I am… I'm so sorry.

I…

I stood my ground. It took me some time, and…

-And next time-- -I got it, you stood your ground, okay?

Now, let all of this go,

and let's get married.

So the wedding is on?

The wedding's on!

But…

Without these.

The wedding's on, right? The wedding's on?

-Yeah, wedding's on, bro! -Hey, stop! No one's going anywhere!

The wedding is on.

The bride and groom have agreed, say, "Wow!"

Wow!

Oh, come on, Mr. Gehlot.

Forgive and forget. We are happy if the kids are happy.

What are you saying? Some people take time to change their mindset, Mr. Aggarwal.

Go! Open the beer, the cocktails and the mocktails and make them flow!

Get on the dance floor!

Now, you both, stand up for the next ritual.

-Amul, go to Mr. Parbat. -Come, come, come.

Yeah, okay. He is looking handsome.

Gaurav!

"#NamGotGold"?

You lied to the committee that Namrata will never get married.

I'm gonna make this very quick.

I am not here to make a scene.

Please give me the child, Mr. Gehlot.

You're making a very big mistake, madam.

For this child, this family is the best family.

I'm making a polite request here.

Please hand over the child to me.

We will not.

Do whatever you want to do.

Hey! Don't interfere with police matters, okay?

Mr. Parbat, one second.

Step back.

Mr. Gehlot.

Sir… Sir, what are you doing! Huh?

Driver, Sneh Bhavan, please.

Stop!

-Mr. Gehlot? -Sorry, madam.

I have just come to give you some of Amul's things.

This is his blankie.

He won't sleep without it.

He's… He is teething, so, he gets a little cranky.

This is his elephant teether.

Please give it to him.

Because of this, he's got a fever, too, so…

Here.

Give him… This is his medicine, okay?

Lower dose doesn't work for him.

And if his fever doesn't break by tomorrow, then,

Dr. Shreya is his pediatrician.

I've already sent you her number by text.

I have started an investment plan in his name.

It will continue until he turns 18.

Please, just let it continue.

I'll send you the details for that in a while.

If he has any trouble sleeping at night,

then, he likes lullabies.

Papa.

Lullaby is…

Let's go, please.

Mr. Gehlot.

I'd like to start afresh.

I choose forgiveness.

And you choose Amul.

Gaurav, you won.

I accept defeat.

And I have never been happier losing to someone.

Congratulations.

You know, when a child is born, and when they utter their first word,

they usually say "Mumma".

But he said "Papa".

And if he has decided for himself,

how does it matter what I think?

So, Amul will be AG?

Son of GG!

Nephew of NG!

And gra, grand, grandson of JG.

And, uh… And, of PG, too.

It's pretty clear that all of you have a PG-13 IQ,

But your EQ…

is the highest.

In fact, much more than mine.

You know, I've never really been a rule breaker.

But you have broken every single one of them.

You know, I realised today,

that breaking rules is better than breaking hearts.

Thank you so much, madam.

Don't thank me.

I was never against you, Gaurav.

I was just doing my job.

I only wanted the best for Amul.

And that's you.

You're also the best.

That's true.

And which is why, even after the adoption has been legalised,

I'll keep an eye on you.

Absolutely.

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

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