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Happy anniversary to you

Happy anniversary to you

Happy anniversary, dear

Dada, rose for you?

No, no.

I am opening this today. For this special occasion.

More cake anyone? One more slice?

Will you have more cake?

Do you want cake?

- Make my drink 30ml. - Hello?

- Try a bit. - No, no, I'm good.

No, no, I don't like.

You want ice?

No ice.

Great party, huh?

So great!

Ready for the fireworks tonight?

What fireworks?

Anniversary fireworks.

You got us fireworks?!

There is no way the Secretary would let us light fireworks...

Bedroom fireworks!

Dummy.

Oh.

That you already know...

If I want to light a fire,

Hemant can't find the spark

and if Hemant wants to make some noise,

I worry about the neighbours.

My sex life is a desert, Shona.

That it is.

I feel like a grandma.

What?!

You are not a grandma, okay?

You're a MILF.

Maushi-I'd-Like-To-Fuck.

Okay? Aunty!

Do you need something, Mom?

What happened? Have some water.

Let's go to bed.

Yeah, coming.

No matter what we do, they're never happy.

We've tried everything, Min.

They know what we want.

We took them to late night movies,

cooked their favourite food,

and wore sexy clothes, too...

What more can we do?

I won't accept defeat.

We have to do something.

There must be some light at the end of this endless tunnel...

We've had enough, Jin.

If we give up today, our lives will never change...

We will never find bliss...

I have...

an idea.

What idea, Min?

But you won't accept it.

Give me a try.

Have you gone mad?

You want to... swap?

Min and Jin are doing it.

That's Korea,

we are in Kandivali.

Kandivali or Korea,

I don't care if you sleep with him, it's okay!

Shona, what are you saying?!

Just listen to my plan...

The four of us go to Khandala this weekend.

We book a fancy hotel.

Madam, your child's birthday is coming up.

Oh, yeah.

Okay.

To celebrate Ishan's birthday,

we all go to Khandala this weekend.

We book a fancy hotel.

And leave the kids with the hotel staff.

They'll handle them.

And we...

Good food...

Good drinks...

Get the men drunk.

And then...

Hand in hand.

Eyes locked together.

The two confused, but also excited...

They won't be able to control themselves.

The water temperature's got nothing on our body temperatures...

Imagine, you can't make eye contact...

but you also can't break it...

It's all wrong.

But it's also fun.

Did you say something?

No, no. Carry on, carry on.

Non-stop fireworks.

All different types.

Crackers, bombs, rockets

of the strongest kind.

It's my fault.

Why did I even try,

when I know you are a prude.

Eh!

This swing swing business works for foreigners, not us.

Their marriages are not like ours.

What?

Oh, my God! You're right, Nirupa Roy.

Our marriages are sacred,

aren't they!

We're gold medalists in the Marriage Olympics.

So what if the marriage is lustless?

So what if sex dies after having children?

Yes.

- Yes. - No.

Sex will keep happening.

"Sex will keep happening."

Who are you fooling?

We both know that

you've been social distancing from Hemant

since before COVID.

Right?

And what about that vibrator I got you?

Still in the drawer, right?

Yuck, Shonali!

We're 40 now, Paddy.

We don't have much time left.

We've done everything right.

We got married on time.

Had kids on time.

Now it's time to focus on our needs,

and you are wasting time being shy.

Don't you want to have a decade of great sex?

Yes, but not with your husband.

And what about our friendship?

I won't ruin it

for some stupid kinky.

"Kinky"?

Kink.

This is our life, Paddy.

Is there no value for our needs and our desires?

Shona, if everyone started fulfilling all their needs and desires,

there would be no difference between us and wild animals.

People will be fucking on the streets.

So you're saying that you'd rather never be touched,

than to do something about your sexual needs.

I am saying that I'd rather not compromise on our friendship.

Fine.

Fine.

Listen, I refuse to do this dance anymore.

This kicking and screaming just so Debu looks at me once.

Gives me pity sex.

It's taken me years to like myself.

And Debu doesn't even care.

He's just in his own world.

He doesn't even realize he has the power

to make me feel... ugly.

Shona!

No, I feel frustrated.

And I'm embarrassed that I'm embarrassed.

Debu makes me feel invisible,

but I refuse to feel unfuckable.

Mama! Mama!

Hi, baby!

- Did you finish your tiffin? - Yes!

Very good!

- Do you homework for tomorrow? - Yes.

Take a bath and finish it, okay?

- Morning! - Morning!

Good morning!

What's with her?

Why are you both so quiet?

Just thinking about the itinerary, that's all.

Namaste. Welcome to Delusia.

I am David Lobo.

All right, guys, let me show you to your room.

There are three rooms booked for you all.

Two for the adults...

and one for the children.

We know how much they love to have their own room.

We have lots of fun activities planned.

We have a swimming pool,

we have a ranch, we have horses there.

And also

we have paintball.

- Paintball. - Paintball.

Which we are definitely not going to play!

Papa, don't say that.

Hemant and Dada...

Debendu,

should know our plan right?

Are you mad?

Don't tell them anything.

The more you tell them, the less this will work.

Besides, they love this thrill and adventure.

It's called a midlife crisis.

But even their jealousy can become a crisis.

So please shut up.

I'm only doing this for you.

Have we come all this way just to exercise?

Hemant, you just have to paddle a boat.

I'm not doing this.

I'm scared of water.

Shona, you made the plan, now you are backing out.

I don't like boating, but you do!

One minute!

Why don't the two of you go then! Best!

Paddy even watches boating documentaries, right?

You watch documentaries?

Yeah, I binge-watch them sometimes.

And Hemant and I will go ziplining.

Right, Hemu?

Who's Hemu?

I didn't know that you

like water activities.

How would you know?

I mean, we've known each other for many years but we've never...

- One-on-one like this. - I know, I know.

Never spent time one-on-one like this.

- Yeah, I've known you for so many years. - Yeah.

It's so nice that

at least someone in the gang

likes water activities.

Me!

Because you and Shona are friends,

I thought you like the same things,

share the same interests.

We love sharing.

We are on vacation.

Why are we doing this?

Ooh, been living in the gym, is it?

One second, I'll just.

- Ow, too tight! - Okay?

Okay, okay, sorry. All right?

Okay, we're ready.

Ma'am, who will go first?

No, no.

We will go together.

Ma'am, you can't go together.

It's fine. You go first, then I'll go.

No, no. I get scared going alone, Hemu.

Come on.

What is this, you're scared of boating, you're scared of ziplining?

Attach us please. We will go together.

Ma'am, that will be too heavy.

Yes.

- Are you calling me fat? - No, ma'am, no.

- So, calling him fat? - No, ma'am.

You want to try steering?

Okay.

Sorry.

- Sorry - Don't be.

Your hand.

One minute. Padma, Padma.

Everything is swapped in the water.

Left is right, right is left.

Okay.

Okay.

So, how did it go?

Tell me, Miss Demure.

Tell me.

He's sweet.

Isn't he?

You tell me, how was it for you?

It was fun at first.

Hold me, Hemu!

...we were flying in the Titanic pose.

But then he left my hand.

And I spun around mid-air,

like clothes in a washing machine.

If we were a little far apart,

it would have still been fine.

But my bum was stuck to his face, Paddy.

For a whole five minutes!

And then nothing happened?

Nothing happened!

So, what is your husband's turn on?

Whiskey.

Whiskey!

And ghazals.

Ghazals?

Ghazals.

Happy birthday to you

Very good!

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Ishan

Happy birthday to you

Is everybody ready for a game?

Yay! Yes!

All right!

Let's play a round of balloon drop!

Yay! Yes!

Okay, we will play in teams of two.

Stand facing each other.

You will have to pick up the balloons,

hold it between your bodies, and drop it in your team's basket.

Simple?

Yes!

But at no point during the game can you use your hands.

And couples...

swap your partners.

No taking advantage of existing chemistry, okay?

- Yes! - Okay!

All right, are we ready?

Yay! Yes!

Come on, let's cheer!

No using hands!

Great! Great going!

No using hands! No using hands!

Okay, 10 seconds up.

No using hands!

Come on, let's see who can do this!

Let's see who can do this!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Wait, wait.

Thirty seconds down!

All right, guys, come on!

- You can't use your hands. - Come on Hemu!

Come on, guys! Come on. Let's see who can do this quicker.

Very good.

Five seconds left on the clock.

Four,

three,

two,

and that's it!

Take your membership back. He said, "No."

Then I asked, "Do you work for the finance company?" He says no.

David. David, listen.

In five minutes, send your best whiskey to my room.

- Understood? - Of course, ma'am. No problem.

Thanks.

Ma'am, was the balloon game sexy enough like you wanted it?

- Yes, yes, it was great, thanks. - I did a lot of research--

Anything for you, ma'am. Thank you very much.

Thanks.

How many times do I have to say this?

Hi, guys.

What are you drinking?

- Whiskey. - Same old.

Oh, shit!

- What happened? - I left Ishu's gift in the room.

So what?

It's not like he is running away. You can give it to him tomorrow.

His birthday is today,

so I have to give him his gift today!

Before midnight.

- Exactly. - Then you only go. Please.

- Yes. - Please.

- Come. - What?

I'll drink this and we'll go.

If you come now, I'll get you a whole bottle.

Oh, wow!

- Go, go. - Come.

I'll go and get the bottle.

What gifts did you get?

Their favourite cars.

From the Superspeed collection.

And wrapping paper?

Are you only good at wrapping?

Or unwrapping too?

Both...

Hemu, check under the bed please.

Where? Here?

Yes.

There. Your gift has come.

Thank you, David.

No problem. Any time.

Thanks.

It's not there.

Didn't get it?

Okay. At least we got this.

Cheers.

I'll just change and come.

You find the gifts till then.

Because I have to have the gifts...

We make a good team.

Really?

Why do you think so?

We have good chemistry.

We know how to move together, right?

Champions of the balloon game.

One more?

Bro, one more for her.

Okay, okay.

You know, you're like a teenager.

And you know what teenagers like best?

Phone.

- Tab. Video games? - No.

Fun.

And mischief.

You like being naughty, Hemu?

What happened?

Why are you stressed?

I hate ghazals.

- What? - I hate ghazals.

Who hates ghazals?

My father used to drink, and listen to ghazals and hit me.

Should I play something else?

Hemu?

So beautiful.

Beautiful, beautiful.

Come on, let's go.

You got the gifts?

Ask her. She has a habit of hiding things. Right?

Shona, I'm not leaving, without finishing this drin--

It's over. Come, lets go.

Hi, I have a massage booked for Shonali Ghosh.

Yes, ma'am. Come with me.

This way.

Great! There goes my massage.

I'm sorry... Shona! Shona!

You're sorry?

You're sorry?!

Best friends don't cockblock each other.

He has PTSD from ghazals?!

I know.

You know!

I got jealous thinking of you both together...

You got jealous thinking of it?

I was looking at it.

The two of you high-fiving,

giggling like hormonal teenagers.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Seriously, please forgive me.

But I told you!

This swing swing drama will affect our friendship.

This David is quite resourceful.

You were right, Paddy.

Us Kandivali women can't have

Korean dreams.

Our prime time is over.

Really?

You gave up so easily?

Jin? And Min?

Oh! Hi.

You both are so hot.

That's what we say about you two.

Look at your eyes,

so beautiful, intoxicating.

Thank you.

And your skin is so soft like coconut jelly.

And your luscious hair!

I want to lose myself in them.

Not mine, but your hair!

I have never seen hair shine like this.

Kandivali or Korea,

do you know what our problem is?

We women love to feel guilty.

No matter whose fault it is, we take the blame.

Like we don't deserve to have fun.

Like thinking of ourselves is a sin.

Like living for ourselves is a crime.

We'll have to be each other's bra.

Bra?

Support.

Full coverage.

Shona, I'm so sorry.

I cockblocked you,

I embarrassed you.

I love you, Shona.

I know, Paddy.

You're my best friend, and I love you, okay?

You do what you want, okay?

You're allowed to cockblock me, too!

And you know what?

The problem isn't when we last had sex.

The problem is, when was the last time we did something for ourselves, Shona?

- What have we done for ourselves, Padma? - What have we done?

What have we done? We've done nothing!

- I'm so sorry, Shona. - I'm sorry.

Listen, I'm going, Shona.

What?!

- No, no, no! - No, no.

- We shit after the party... - What is this?

...not on the party.

- No, no I'm done. - Please. Come on.

- Stay for a bit. - I'm going.

Okay, then I'm also going.

"Pooran Poli!"

See, this is the music I like!

Marathi rap, not ghazals.

- Really! - I know you like it too, Shonali!

I've seen your moves during Ganpati,

dancing in your navari sari!

What moves you had, Sonu!

Dance and show me, Sonu!

Padma.

Are you okay?

Pooran poli!

Hemu! Hemu! Hemu!

Hemu! Hemu! Hemu!

Shonali, please.

Keep quiet!

I just came to drop her.

She was also drunk, right?

I know.

Shona, please.

Please!

Shona, please.

We didn't...

Shona, you know I'm not like this right?

I need therapy.

- What? - I need therapy.

Now you're saying you need therapy?

I've been asking for therapy for years.

You want therapy today because you made out with someone?

Do you even know what the problem is?

What will you tell the therapist?

You can't even look at me.

Actually...

Actually, I'm not angry,

I just don't understand

what the problem is, what have I done?

I mean...

you won't look at me, you won't hold my hand,

you won't hold me and sex is completely out of the question!

Look at me, Debu.

Look at me when I am talking to you.

Fuck this.

Don't worry, ma'am.

It's a small cut. He will be fine.

We will do a scan to rule anything out.

Bye-bye, Hemu.

Take care.

See you in Bombay.

Pooran poli!

This is like the music from your Korean show.

Isn't it?

You were paying attention?

How can I not pay attention to you, baby?

You are so hot.

Thank you.

I'm Karan. And you are?

Lisa.

Myself Karan. Nice to meet you.

I'm from Kerala, but I do speak Hindi.

Really?

I'm from Bathinda.

I speak it too.

You work nearby?

Yeah.

There.

I'm a nail artist.

I glam up peoples' nails.

I see.

But look at mine, so plain and boring.

You must be joking.

They are so beautiful.

I've got to go.

Okay.

Bye.

My beloved

My beloved, I adore you endlessly

You're all I see

I love it when you love on me

I want all your love tonight

I want all your love tonight

I just wanna be with you

Lisa!

I want all your love tonight

I want all your love tonight

I just wanna be with you

I am drenched in the colours of your love

I long for your touch

I want to drown in the stream Of kisses you shower on me

My love, I love the way You shoot your gaze at me

Did she see everything?

Who, Pookie?

So what?

Poo, what?

Pookie. That's her name.

You didn't mention you have a cat?

She's not mine. She's my roommate Shikha's.

You have a roommate too?

There's a lot of stuff here.

You've been in Bombay for many years, no?

Actually, it's all Shikha's.

She's a production designer,

so she brings home stuff from every shoot.

I'll be right back.

Wanna order food?

I'm starving.

Shikha will be back soon.

So you should probably head out.

What's up, bro?

What? Byculla? Right now?

Fine.

I'll have to get the box from the shop first.

Just one, right?

Cool, send me the location.

Hey, you!

This is Mumbai

It's an ocean

If you don't want to drown

You anchor yourself like a ship

Geddit?

Or long before you know it You'll be drowning...

- If you want to do something in this life - Don't sleep

- The journey to your goal is a long one - Don't sleep

What's special about you?

Wake up!

Don't sleep, don't sleep

We wake up before the sun

And when we do, we don't stop

We love life by fighting it

To win, we leave our homes Determined and strong

We found our way by losing it

We broke our dreams by fixing them

Our dreams, yeah

This is Mumbai The public doesn't sleep here

Hustle gets you food There are no shortcuts here

It's true that dreams come true here

Brothers and sisters, we're the chaos We are Mumbai, that's for sure

Blue colour crate.

Number 12.

Get up! Get up!

Bro, if you don't sleep, success is yours

Here if you fall, no one will pick you up

You won't make your first sale of the day Your gunny bag still on your shoulders

Work hard, bro Or Mumbai will never be yours

Get up! Get up!

You can't sleep!

I've come here to run, don't stop me

Hey, money!

I'm here with dreams I work hard I play harder

- Hey, Ma, how are you? - Hush!

Shut up and sit down!

Ma, what happened?

Don't ask, son.

These school kids are all scoundrels.

I can't handle this anymore.

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Yes... I'm working. Tell me.

My holidays start on Monday.

I'm coming over to stay.

You remember, right?

Monday? You mean, this Monday?

No, 20 years from now.

Why? What's the problem?

You don't want me there?

No, no... Of course you can come.

I'll call you later, okay? I'm busy.

Okay.

Boss, I got the pomfret.

But it's a lot more than usual.

It's not pomfret, it's mackerel.

Consider it a promotion.

Bro, this is ten times more.

250 grams.

Imagine the amount of cash this will bring.

Ten thousand per gram.

Where do we stash our stuff?

Ma's worse than a narc.

Can't even stash it in the cupboard.

We'll need another spot.

Can you stash it in the pizza shop?

No, they're open till 4:00 a.m.

If I show up at night, people will get suspicious.

Then take the night shift.

Are you even listening?

I've got another spot.

Where?

Come on, tell me already!

There's this girl...

Which girl?

She's a new... friend.

Go easy, baby!

Sorry.

She has a big flat.

She's at work all day.

We could stash it somewhere in her flat.

Baby, is Shikha coming back today?

Yeah, she will.

Lisa!

YOU'RE THE CUTEST.

TODAY AT 7:30?

Take it slow, baby.

What's the rush?

What if Shikha shows up?

She won't.

She's shooting in the mountains for a couple of weeks.

Aren't you going to work?

I'm running late.

I have a bad headache, baby.

Can I rest a bit longer?

There's a pharmacy nearby.

Get some medicine if you need?

- No, no, I'm good. - I'd get it, but I'm running late.

I'll manage.

You go.

Here's Shikha's key.

Give it back later.

Bye.

Thank you, baby.

Bye!

Vijay, is it possible to build a small cabinet behind this mirror?

Can be done, sir.

All right then, get started.

Pookie!

It's done, sir.

See, it opens like this.

Here's the lock.

Nice work!

Thank you.

The other one?

Ma, get the cat out of here. I'm allergic.

She wants some fish too.

Shoo, shoo, shoo!

This fish is amazing, isn't it?

Nowhere will you get fish this fresh.

Yes, it is.

Shoo!

Send the payment for the mackerel.

Today at 5:00 p.m.

Listen, we've got to drop the cash today.

Can you pick it up from the flat?

All right.

She won't be home for sure, right?

Yeah, I've got the duplicate key.

No bike today?

No... it's not working.

Shoo! Shoo!

Who is it?

It's me...

baby.

Well...

I had to deliver pizza in this building.

Crazy coincidence, right?

I have to go meet my uncle,

so I figured I'd change my shirt here.

Sorry if I startled you.

I still had the key.

I forgot to return it.

It's fine.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You look so sexy in a shirt.

Well...

Well...

I'm not feeling well, and...

I've got to go meet my uncle.

Why are you always in such a rush?

Boss, won't be able to do the payment today.

Something came up. Will do it tomorrow for sure. Sorry.

I have a bad stomach, Ma.

Not tomorrow, do it next week.

Will let you know.

Have it, it's your favourite.

What's up with him today?

What's wrong? Why won't you eat it?

I've made it so well.

You got it fixed?

What?

The bike. It wasn't working, right?

It's working just fine.

Hi.

You?

If you have the key then why ring the bell?

I returned it, no?

Sleeping early tonight?

Enough, I'm exhausted.

What's up?

Wasn't the cash drop today?

It got cancelled.

Boss said next week.

I see.

We'll sell the remaining stash by next week anyway.

Are you at the flat?

Yeah, where else would I be?

That--

Bye, Pookie.

Time ceases to exist when I'm with you

I drift your way, mind and body

Wet with passion

Every drop ignites a flame

Every drop ignites

A flame

Since when do you smoke?

My brother smokes.

I just take a drag or two sometimes.

Send the payment.

Today at 5:00 p.m.

Lisa?

Lisa! Lisa!

Sir, sir.

She quit and left.

- She left? Where? When? - She came yesterday to collect her salary.

Listen, love lets you down sometimes.

To hell with love! She's a thief!

Did she say where she's going?

Thank you.

Anyway, how long are you planning to be in Bombay?

In Shikha ma'am's flat, I'll stay for one or two months,

then I'll see.

Just come back, okay?

Enough training.

Let's start our own parlour.

Where is the money going to come from?

10 to 15 lakhs minimum we'll need.

We'll take a loan.

I know a bank manager here.

So, you just come.

Okay.

- Okay, okay. Bye. - Okay. Bye.

I'm starving.

Let's order something to eat?

Shikha will be back soon.

So you should probably head out.

Dada, did anyone come to my flat?

Your pizza delivery guy drops by every now and then.

Last week, he brought a carpenter along too.

Listen, sis, I really think you should go to the police.

He's a drug dealer!

What if he's a murderer?

Hey, he's not like that.

I think he's harmless.

You barely know him. How can you trust him?

Is it a lot of money?

Yeah.

It's a lot.

Hello? That boy is here.

The delivery guy?

Yeah, but he didn't get his bike today.

Who is it?

Why are you always in such a rush?

Wasn't the cash drop today?

I see.

We'll sell the remaining stash by next week anyway.

Hello, Shikha ma'am?

Hi! How's your shoot going?

Pookie's doing really well.

Actually, I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here.

My training just got done, so I'm gonna head back in a bit.

Actually, I'm working on a music video now,

so I needed some fake cash for it.

Do you know where I can get some?

Okay, thank you so much.

Yeah, take care. Thanks a lot.

Here's Pookie's food,

and here's 20,000 rupees for you.

20,000?!

- Bye, Pookie. - Thank you.

Bye.

And what are we going to call it?

Lisa & Baby's Beauty Parlour, right?

No, "secrets"!

Lisa & Baby's Beauty Secrets.

Right.

When are you coming back?

- I don't know. - Okay.

But where are you?

Secret.

- Go look for it! - Search everywhere!

What's happening? Did you find it?

What happened?

Why won't anyone tell me anything?

Not now, Ma.

We'll talk about this later.

"We'll talk about this later."

Is there a girl involved?

Both of you would come home wearing the same perfume.

One day you, the next day him.

Please, just keep quiet, Ma.

Why? What happened?

- Karan, just listen to me! - What are you doing?!

Sit! Idiot!

Sit your ass down!

What are you doing?

Sit down, quiet!

And you too!

Ma, I am in the lift. I'll call you later.

They met three months ago, and they're married already.

Learn something.

Mom, it's a marriage, not pizza delivery that needs to be quick.

What's the girl's name?

Sailee.

Hello!

All good?

If Varun finds the ring, their first child will be a boy.

- And if Sailee wins? - It will be a girl!

Do they know?

No.

I love you.

Love you.

Come what may... Come what may

Nights of toil, And days of rest

All the evenings yet to come, I count them on my fingertips

I picture many futures for myself

And in every one, I see you there

Whatever happens now

I'll have you to turn to

And you'll have me to tell

You'll have me to remember

And I'll have you

Come on, Sailee!

Come what may... Come what may

Come what may...

- Petitioner number 29. - Yes. That's us.

- Petitioner number 29. - Yes. Coming.

Come along.

- Date of marriage? - 26th November, 2019.

And date of living separately?

- Since June 2024. - June...

Did you both sign this petition willingly?

Yes.

My Lord, my client, petitioner 1, Sailee.

Because of her regular work trips,

there has been no marital intimacy between them for a year.

We have submitted the documents for the same.

My Lord, we have also submitted an application

for waiving off the six-month cooling-off period.

On what grounds?

We tried to negotiate with them,

but both parties don't want to stay together under any circumstances.

Cooling-off period applies from now.

I am giving you a date after six months.

The judge turned out to be old school. A cooling-off period of six months...

We have six months. The paper is pending. Don't keep your emotions pending.

But what to do now?

Think of it as a detox.

Maintain distance, yeah?

One message, one fight... It is enough to spiral the entire case.

- Hi, Sailee. - Hi.

There is a little extension,

but the two of you handled things quite well.

If we get clients like you every day, we will...

We will catch up. We will catch up. Trisha, appeal for the next date...

Yes, sir.

- I will go. Will you be okay? - Of course. Yeah.

Bye.

- Your work... - All good. All good.

I've come directly from a meeting.

- You? Good. - Same. Same. Same.

Can I come over today for my stuff? I don't want to travel so much again.

- If that's okay, I don't want to... - Yeah, yeah, of course.

Should I stay at home, or should I...

Either way is fine.

- Sure. Shall we go? - Yeah.

Excuse us.

- Excuse me. - Photo!

- Everyone smile! - Idiots.

Move aside.

My car is in the parking. If...

No, it's okay. I'll take a rick.

I've a chore to take care on the way. I'll deal with that first.

Sure.

I made a promise to my beloved

I did I did

Can you stop playing this idiotic song?

Yes, Mom. The judge ordered a cooling-off period.

Ravi Uncle said it is a normal procedure.

She will come home to get her things.

I'll call you back. I'll call you back.

- Madam! - How are you?

- Sorry. - Hi.

Hi.

I saw you entering the apartment from above.

- Come. - Yeah.

Looks different.

Yeah. I moved the sofa.

The curtains...

And I shifted the books around in the shelf.

Nice.

You must be parched. I will get you water.

Sorry, it needs to be kept in the sun twice a week.

I packed your things.

You packed them?

Yes. They're just things.

So, your mom packed them.

Take these things too.

You paid for them.

I don't need them. I'll take what I consider mine.

Yeah.

I had food cooked for you. It's okra, your favourite.

Varun, please, don't.

- Don't what? - Don't do this.

- Doing what? - We are separating, Varun.

Don't do all of this.

Yeah, I know that.

- We can do that on good terms. - Why?

- So, you can feel good about it? - What is that...

Not that. Not that. Sailee.

Varun, you don't even like it.

I paid for it.

I took care of it, like most things.

What difference will it make to you if you put up another painting?

You just like that it stayed put.

So are we going to be mean now?

- Yeah? - Sure.

I sat with the artist for four hours to get this painting done.

It was my idea. What did you do?

What did you do? You just send transfers and played saviour.

Other than speaking with someone for four hours, someone had to work, Sailee.

Who went to find an ATM in Ladakh? Don't you remember that? Yeah?

- You forgot the painting in the hotel. - I paid for it.

Flight bookings, reservations.

I took care of everything. Of course you don't remember.

- Here. For your services. - Fuck you...

- Is it balanced now? - Un-fucking-believable!

Anything else? All done?

I had the food cooked today.

"I got it done." "I had it made." Can't you just hear yourself?

I didn't want a relationship manager. I wanted a partner.

And don't you get tired of portraying yourself as great all the time?

The messenger of peace! A human-fucking-Switzerland!

- You don't see it. - What do I not see?

- That it mattered to me! - No, it mattered to me!

- I put my heart into it. - Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. - Two weeks.

It was lying here for two weeks. You forgot about it, Sailee.

I went to find a frame for it. It would be of no value otherwise.

- Now, do you value things, Varun? - I always valued this.

You never wanted it. No.

- You never wanted it. - I look at it every morning.

So do I!

I want this and I don't want to let this go.

Me too.

This...

smell of you!

Say you can't live without me.

- Say your mom is manipulative. - My mom is...

Say... Say your mom is manipulative.

My mom is...

Your mom. Say it.

My mom is manipulative.

Say your mom is manipulative.

My mom is manipulative.

Yeah. Yeah. Your mom...

My mom is... My mom is manipulative.

Your mom--

Oh, God.

Your mom!

Is manipulative.

- Your mom! - My mom is fucking manipulative!

- Oh, fuck! - Fuck!

- Fuck! - Will you calm down?

Where are my pyjamas?

Just calm down.

- No, no, no, no... - It must be Makhija, the neighbour.

- Fuck you. Fuck you! - Sailee...

I heard the door close.

- Don't provoke me. - Just stop, you're fucking crazy!

I am not crazy.

- I am not crazy. - I think you're spiraling.

No, don't do that. Don't do that.

- This is borderline psychotic. - You want--

You are going crazy.

She can show up whenever she wants, and I am crazy.

- Let me explain. Stop overreacting. - Fuck you!

- You are over reacting. - Fuck you

I'm crazy.

Okay? There's nobody there. Here.

- Hello? - I'm crazy. Sure. Sure!

- Move! - What the...

Take your things along.

Or should I dump them?

- He is making a video! - Hey, stop it!

- Make him stop it! - Stop shooting!

- Stop it! - Stop it! Stop shooting!

I'll show you.

There are a few revisions.

We have to realign the lines with FD and property mentions.

Sir, we have already signed a draft.

Yes, but it was written that the things would be settled

with mutual understanding, right?

Not by stealing in your own house.

How can we split the deposit...

Sailee has already contributed a lot.

Technically, it's joint. It's under both our names.

And Varun's parents initiated it.

- Hence, they skip the-- - What about interiors?

I paid for the interior designing of the house.

Trisha, it was never about the money.

It's always been about what is fair.

Fair?

She took most of the movable assets, we all know that.

I just want it all balanced.

He wants the painting, right?

Give it to him.

Take the plants and bookshelf too.

I don't care, Trisha. Let him take the air.

Air is non-transferable.

So let's stick to the tangible assets.

Sir, if there is a dispute, let's discuss it.

- Trisha, look-- Just-- - No, if we reopen it--

No. No. No. Trisha, let's reopen it.

All the gifts and surprises that I gave him...

With him giving me nothing in return but shit.

- What? - Yeah.

Shit?

Yes.

So, Trisha, for the record, I bought a shit house for us.

With my parents, her in-laws,

she was finding it difficult to adjust with them.

Is shifting one floor above them called living separately?

He needed to take permission to keep two bottles of beer in the refrigerator

because his mother would feel bad. Then don't drink.

Is that what you call a home?

Ravi Uncle,

a home sometimes means keeping the elders happy.

- Right? - Absolutely.

We used to go to work. My mother used to handle the house.

She never found it inconvenient.

She is selective. Convenient.

She chooses not to remember, just like the gifts I gave her. Simple.

Ordering a NutriBullet from Amazon is not called gifting.

You liked smoothies!

What?

- Are you serious? - Fuck.

I wrote him letters. Handwritten letters.

I planned a surprise birthday trip for him.

Are you going to compare all of that to him just clicking a button on his phone?

So, you could have said it.

I must've asked you a million times, what do you want, baby?

Baby, please tell me, what can I get you? Nothing!

Why're you playing mind games with me?

So me asking for love is playing mind games?

What did you want, Varun? Did you want me to humiliate myself every day

and tell you what I wanted?

Why can't you look at me and know what I want?

You know what?

Let's look at each other. Right? Let's read minds.

That's what you wanted, right? Let's fnd out, what does she want.

Let's guess.

I mean what do I do? Do I pull out a rabbit from a hat?

This is love? But nothing... Nothing about me working my ass off!

Nothing about me trying to invest to just buy a simple house in the hills.

For her.

I like beaches.

You know what? Let me tell you in a language that you will understand.

If you want returns, then you have to invest first.

Stop pretending, Sailee.

How much more do I invest?

I gave up my life. I got married.

Did you do me a favour?

What? Did you do me a favour by marrying me?

We fucked once, and suddenly he needs to balance it in the accounts.

- Sailee. - Yeah, I know. I know.

- What just happened in there? - I know. I am sorry. I know.

A post-separation interaction will lead to a redeposition for two years.

It will turn into a circus which you two won't be able to handle.

I'm just trying to understand. The two of you live separately, right?

Look, Varun, this is your first divorce.

So I want to give you some advice.

Don't win and punish at the same time.

Or else the paperwork will be ruined.

So, he won?

Well played.

Feeling big now?

Yes.

Sailee, I think I am done now.

None of this affects me anymore.

What happened?

I thought none of this affected you.

You want to mess with me?

Be my guest.

Why?

Does that turn you on?

I don't know. You read faces. Read it.

I don't need to.

I can feel you.

You are hard, and I can feel you right in my hand.

I command

I hate you.

He listens...

I hate you too.

Her nails, like blades Rest on my neck

I tremble as I gasp for air

She's a queen, and I'm her pawn

When will the lift come down? It's stuck on the fifth floor.

It won't come down if I call it.

I command, and he obeys

Hello! Close the lift's door!

Hello!

- Go. Go upstairs. - Go on. We are getting late.

- Hurry up. Go and check. - We are getting late.

She's a queen, and I'm her pawn

I run to her

She's a queen, and I'm her pawn

I run to her

When she calls

Madam, were you stuck?

Get the lift fixed. Move. Move.

We have been intimate a few times

since the last time I saw you.

Or we saw you.

Okay.

When was the last time you two met?

Three days ago.

It's the only time when it's quiet.

Yeah.

Calm.

Yeah. From the noise... From the chaos and...

It's the only time I feel I am in control of myself,

of my life.

- Of me. - I didn't say that, Varun.

- You are thinking it. - Stop putting words in my mouth.

- You know what? - You mean it.

- Let him talk. - You might as well say it.

- No, I am done. - No, just say it. Of me.

- Isn't that it? - You only talk.

Varun, how do you feel?

- Does it matter what I feel? - Absolutely.

It matters. I am listening. Tell me.

- Make me the villain. Carry on. Please. - Let him speak.

This is what happens.

We talk, and everything gets ruined. Everything goes haywire.

- Because you don't listen. - No, I listen.

- No, you don't. - I listen... This. These words...

- Words ruin it. - Ruin what?

- The peace. The silence. - I was saying the exact same thing.

No, we are just pretending like it's all okay.

We just keep saying that it's over. It's over.

But no. You know, we came to you in a second.

But do we really want this to be over?

- I want this to be over. - Okay. Great.

So we are getting divorced. So why are we sitting here?

- Let's go. - Varun, please. Can you just behave?

- I am so sorry. - No. No. Okay. No. No. No.

Can we rewind a little, please?

When you are having sex, what is the attempt?

Do you want to be closer to each other? Or...

Or do you want to run from an uncomfortable feeling?

What do you feel?

Sorry, what feeling?

We have addressed everything, Doc.

Okay.

But maybe you skipped a chapter.

Maybe some pain or grief.

And grief is not just associated with someone's death or funeral.

There are many things that we can't tell others.

We keep them buried in our hearts.

We can't express them to ourselves.

That suffocation, that pain will come out one way. Or not?

Also, maybe when there is no way to communicate, when

words ruin everything, like you say,

sex is the only way to communicate.

You are saying that we are using sex as therapy.

So we're doing that. Then why are we here...

Sorry.

No. No. But that's something you have to answer.

is lust a painkiller or the cure?

I think, instead of running from your grief, it's better to address it.

Otherwise this could be a dopamine hit, you know.

Which usually doesn't end well. In my experience.

I will drop you off. It's raining.

Come.

It's my charger.

Yes.

You keep forgetting your things.

The other day, I found your hairband in the bathroom after you left.

I have formed a relationship with your things.

Anyway...

I swear, Varun, this is the last time.

I mean it.

Your dopamine levels are shot.

Please don't be funny.

He called us drug addicts.

We just can't get enough.

What?

Sorry.

I am a mess.

At least we share something.

He was right.

Should we just let it go?

There is no noise.

We'll go home and talk.

- What the-- - Fuck.

Varun!

- Lower the window. I need to talk to you. - Shit. Fuck.

Come out. I need to talk to you. I stay right here in this wing.

- Oh, God! Oh, God! - Varun...

- Yes. One... - I need to talk to you. Lower it.

- Varun - Lower the window. I need to talk to you.

- Varun. - Give me two minutes. My mother's calling.

- Hear me out. - Hi, Sailee.

Yes, I am out.

Sailee? No. No. No. I am out with Ravi.

- Are you serious? - Just two minutes.

- You just changed in a second. - Varun just hear me out. Two minutes...

- Please give me... I'll drop you off. Wait. - Sailee, don't mind.

- Give me two minutes. - Hear me out.

- I will drop you off, Sailee. - What were you saying just now?

You know my mother, right? She is feeling anxious.

This is very complicated, Sai.

Now he knows. I don't know what he will do.

He will tell my mother. What will he think?

- I wonder what he will think. - No, I understand.

You need to take care of him. You need to take care of your mother.

- No, no, please listen to me. - Yeah, just drop me.

Listen, you don't understand. I have to solve this problem.

Sailee.

You have to continue looking forward.

- When life leaves you alone... - Please stop quoting WhatsApp forwards.

I am telling the truth.

- When your father left us-- - My life was supposed to be different.

No. No.

Then stop repeating the same mistakes that I made.

Why do I keep believing you? Why do I keep believing your words?

It's doomed. We fuck. We forget.

Then the phone rings and I realise that nothing will change.

What is this Ravi saying? How will we feel when someone comes and tells us this?

I sent the maid upstairs.

Now I understand what she was saying.

What must she be thinking? It's like a full-on drama.

- You could have asked me. - Is this something to ask about?

And when you are expressing physical love, why are you divorcing?

This is an unnecessary responsibility.

Hormones don't build life.

How many times did I explain to Sailee to compromise.

Today you're in love. Tomorrow you aren't. Then you are in love again.

Feelings! Don't complicate things.

What is marriage?

It's duty.

Carry it out quietly. Everything will be okay.

Even we were in love. For 40 years.

Are you two happy?

This is overthinking.

Tell him if you are happy or not.

Yes, indeed. I am always happy.

Just last year I went to Vaishno Devi.

No, we can't work together.

We can never work together.

I'm so stupid.

You are looking for happiness in the wrong place.

Varun was supposed to be it, Mom.

Life is not like your cheesy movies.

That someone will swoop down and save you.

- So stop having those expectations. - So what should I have expected?

Should I have thought like dad and you did?

Fine. That was my relationship.

Tell me, why are you in this relationship?

Sailee...

Have you ever felt...

that we are performing?

Sometimes for ourselves.

Sometimes for someone else.

Yes, sometimes.

Like...

This... Us, now...

This feels real.

There is nothing left to pretend about.

- Yeah. - There is no home.

There are no family dinners.

It's just us.

It's just us.

You know, when I went to Paris,

I had this whole idea in my head

about the music, movies, and the romance.

But when I got there,

it was crowded, noisy, and full of garbage.

Garbage?

And I remember I used to keep adjusting my frame.

I used to keep hiding the dustbins,

the mess and the chaos,

so that it looked like the Paris I imagined.

Do you think it was something that I was doing with us?

Maybe, a little bit.

Sorry.

It's okay.

You remember, you said you wanted to leave this marriage.

I mean, now that I think about it...

Okay? In hindsight, my first thought wasn't about us.

It was about my mother and father.

I thought about what they would think.

I wasn't protecting us.

I was protecting everybody's idea of us.

Shit.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

- No, pick it up. Pick it up. - No, it can't be. It can't be.

Pick it up. It's meant to be.

- No, this is cliche! - It's meant to be.

- It is. - No.

- No. No. - You just got lucky.

- You just got lucky. - It's a work call.

Bring it back with the bill. With interest. Thank you.

- All right. - Growth.

This is me. This is fresh. This is...

- New Varun. - New...

- Yeah. You know... - I love it.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hi. I am Sailee.

I'm Varun.

Glad you could come.

- Didn't want you taking my stuff. - Yes.

Were there confessions at your school?

You are forgetting that I studied at Vidya Mandir

and you studied at a Catholic school

with a father and a church.

I feel like confessing.

Not much, just one line each.

No explanations.

Oh, God. Okay.

- It sounds dangerous. - Why?

Okay, fine.

I used to replay our old fights in my mind

with different endings.

And every time, the result was the same.

We would be sitting together in a miserable state.

In the last scenario, the lighting was good.

Aren't you taking all this?

I am figuring out the meaning of these things in my life.

Or are they just habits of mine?

I wish it were so easy to sort out all our emotions.

It is easy.

Do you see this?

This box is full of joy.

And... One minute.

This one. This box with a black circle.

This box is for pain.

Whenever we used to fight, we...

we couldn't really...

- Communicate. - Communicate. Thank you.

So what I used to do was...

I didn't know what to do with my emotions.

So I would go into the room, open my Notes app,

and I used to vent out all my anger, profanities and rage

that I had for you on my phone.

I just couldn't say it to you. I couldn't say it to your face.

- There was more? - A lot.

There is a more special box. It's a bit bigger.

It's for the therapist. Please do the honours.

This one?

Let's do this. Fuck it.

"D"? "D" for...

- Dopamine! - Dopamine!

Do you remember the week before the abortion?

I kept pretending to myself that everything was fine.

It was all okay.

I kept telling myself, "Varun, propose to her."

Like it would make it mean something.

The chapter we skipped.

I remember.

I didn't know what I was feeling at that time.

I was so confused.

I had a lot of guilt.

I felt shame.

I didn't know. I just...

I didn't want to feel whatever I was feeling.

Then you proposed.

So I didn't think about whether we were right for each other or not.

I didn't think about whether I wanted to be married or not.

I just...

I wanted to escape.

I said yes.

I didn't want to be the girl who failed at love.

I didn't want to be the guy who caused it.

Well...

Well...

I have something for you.

These roads are wild

Thorns prick in your feet

Snakes appear from trees...

Petition number 29!

Petition number 29.

In the dark night, we tread holding hands

Perhaps our love wasn't wrong.

What I wanted was different.

You are a very fascinating person. Do you know that?

I really like you, Sailee.

For the first time, "I like you" sounds better than "I love you."

Good morning.

Morning, sister.

- Everything all right? - Praise be to Almighty!

So, any doubts from yesterday's lesson?

On today's chapter, we do.

- Today? - Yes, sister.

How are you both so romantic after all these years?

Have you girls gone mad?

Exams are around the corner,

and you're wasting time gossiping away.

We will be married before the results are out.

Shouldn't we prepare for what comes after the wedding?

Tell us honestly, sister,

what was the doctor whispering while holding your hand?

Come on, tell us.

- Please, sister. Tell us. - Just a little. Please, sister.

Tell us.

- Please, sister. - Tell us.

How were your motions today, my dear?

Eww...

Eyes are yellowing.

Both pupils have turned pale.

Take a couple of Nux Vomica pills, all right?

Without fail.

You'll feel better.

I'm perfectly fine.

Mood?

That too.

Why do you ask?

No reason.

Really?

Yeah.

I know exactly why.

Why?

Because it's Friday.

"That scent, so untimely it was both foul and intoxicating."

"He kept drinking through the night."

"From her armpits,

her breasts, her hair, her stomach,

from every inch of her body."

"That strange mix of stench and intoxication,"

"seeped into Randhir's very being."

That's Manto's magic.

Be it a courtesan or a wife, desire or longings,

whether hunger or lust,

whatever he wrote became pure literature.

His specialty was portraying society as it is.

But we want dreams,

not reality, sister.

What is all this?

Enough of joking.

Sit properly.

Sorry, sister, but honestly, have you ever read Macy & Ben?

- Who? - Macy & Ben, sister.

What's that?

Reading this stirs something within.

Like a tickle.

Tingles...

Up...

Down...

And in between.

What's all this noise about?

Good morning, madam.

Is this a classroom or a marketplace?

Learn some manners.

How many times have I told you?

In my absence, Saira is your teacher.

Soon, she'll be Dr. Saira.

That's wonderful, madam. Then she'll soon be a mother too.

Shut up.

Saira,

is that true?

Yes, madam.

Actually, everyone in my in-laws' family is a doctor.

My father-in-law, my husband, all of them.

They want me to become a doctor first before anything else.

Marvelous. Truly marvelous.

This is exactly how in-laws should be.

How?

- Like this. - Like this.

Right here. Stop.

- Greetings, madam. - Greetings.

Saira, come here.

- What? - Come here.

Wow. Amazing.

What is that?

What? What?

A book of nude pictures?

Show me.

Dear God, Aunty!

You need to get your eyes checked.

You see fully clothed people as naked.

My eyes are perfectly fine.

Show me the book.

Leave it. Why did you call me? What do you want?

Here. Give this to your father-in-law.

- God... - Here, it's just my stool.

I will see you later.

Father-in-law.

A gift from Aunty.

See you.

Spittoon?

Your lips are silent.

But your eyes

are spilling your secrets.

I can read your desire.

I can feel

your lust.

No English.

I'll take my sweet time with you Nice and slow

Tease you with my breath

With my fingers

With my lips...

No...

I can't handle it anymore. Don't...

Badru...

Sweetheart.

Badru...

Sweetheart.

Badru.

- My dear? - Yes...

Yes?

What happened, my dear?

You are burning up.

All red like you've been running up and down.

That's what isn't happening.

Open your mouth.

I said, open your mouth.

What isn't happening?

The up and down.

Even your pulse is going back and forth.

That's not happening either.

What?

Back and forth.

Nux Vomica!

No...

Let's skip this Friday, my dear.

Cough, cold, fever, floods,

we've never skipped a Friday in five years.

So why skip today?

Just lie down quietly, all right?

I'll try to get to the destination quickly.

But I'm not in any hurry, Badru.

It's for your own good.

You're unwell.

I'm a doctor. So you should listen to me.

Take Nux Vomica at night.

Without fail.

Pulsatilla. Morning. Empty stomach.

And in the afternoon, Belladonna before food.

Belladonna... before food.

And sweetheart, at night...

At night...

I'll take care of myself at night.

I'll take a shower.

Makes it easier in the morning.

What the fuck?

How can he just...

I mean, sweetheart, how can you live with a cactus like him?

What else am I supposed to do? Die?

Every woman knows this.

Men are the same everywhere.

My lover is quick to arrive,

and quicker to leave.

Mercy, my love.

Have mercy.

My dear, our ride is ready.

Why don't you get your wife ready with the same dedication?

You said something?

No.

Kulwant Kaur simmered like a pot left on low flame.

But despite all her teasing and coaxing, Ishar Singh felt nothing stir inside him.

Like a wrestler on the verge of defeat,

- he tried every move he knew-- - Madam.

The Principal madam is calling you.

Yes.

Continue reading.

I'll be right back.

What is this filth?

Disgusting!

Filthy?

You won't find a book like this anywhere else in the universe, sister.

Nonsense.

It's not nonsense, sister. It's the absolute truth.

Have you ever read the books of Mastlal?

Lift the skirt, remove the pants and...

Boom, boom...

Bang, bang...

Wham, bam...

Thank you, ma'am.

Boom, boom. Bang, bang.

Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.

Boom, boom. Bang, bang.

Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.

Stop it.

We've no choice except this.

And honestly, everything sounds so vulgar in our language.

Exactly.

In English, it sounds so sexy.

"His throbbing manhood."

And in Hindi, "His twitching..."

No!

Wrong.

The vulgarity isn't in the language.

It depends on the writer's intent and aesthetics.

Manto, Ismat, Premchand,

whatever they wrote about, became literature.

If the intention is literary,

then no matter how explicit the subject is,

it will never sound vulgar.

In that case, sister,

tell us about your intentions.

Since you talk with such authority, why don't you write yourself and prove it?

A rabid dog hasn't bitten me that I will write such filthy things.

It was a monsoon night.

An earthy, intoxicating, delirious night.

A storm raged outside,

and within me.

The clouds thundered in the sky,

while desires thundered in my heart.

The house was completely empty.

I was alone.

Incomplete.

Yearning.

And then,

with a mouth organ resting between his lips...

a serpent hidden beneath his towel,

descended into my courtyard from the heavens...

my lover.

How do you always know what I want?

Because I love you, sweetheart.

And a true lover always knows--

Then why do you torture me like this?

This isn't torture, my love.

This is preparation.

Until you begin to flow,

until you begin to soar,

until you rise like a storm and pour over me like rain.

I wish all men understood this.

We women aren't lightbulbs.

We are candles.

We do not simply burn,

we melt.

And that entire night,

I kept melting into him.

After that, it became a ritual.

With every passing day,

my restlessness and playful mischief only grew stronger.

Teasingly, he began calling me Chulbuli.

Chulbuli Begum.

He was my true lover. My hero.

Is she your lover, darling?

You're rubbing it so gently.

Just softening it.

No.

You're heating it up.

If you can spare some time,

soften me a little too.

My lover was an explorer.

The Vasco da Gama of bedrooms.

Every night, he discovered a new path to bring me to my destination.

And that day, he crossed all limits when he walked into the bathroom.

And I had nothing to shield my body except water.

He pulled me into his arms...

"But that cursed towel stood between us."

"I swear, I'll snatch it and throw it into the fire."

"Then,

the hero whispered with a smile

'Why are you thinking, sweetheart? 'Just snatch it.'"

Sister,

this book is fire.

- Absolute fire. - Really?

I'll take it home and read peacefully.

Why? What's so special about you?

- I'll take it first. - Why you?

I gave her the idea to write it.

- Let go, you rascals! - Sister! Sister!

Sister, give me the book.

No, sister! Give it to me.

If you keep fighting like this,

I'll tear this into pieces and bury it for good. Understood?

- No, sister. - No, sister.

Fine, decide alphabetically.

Sister! Sister!

In that case,

it's me.

"A" for Alisha.

If even one page goes missing...

...or anyone finds out I wrote it...

...I'll chop you into a thousand pieces

and feed you to the pigs.

- Never, sister. - Please, sister.

- It was my idea in the first place. - Leave it!

Bananas for sale! Bananas!

Big bananas! Small bananas!

Bananas for sale! Bananas!

My husband made me a promise

That he won't sleep And won't let me sleep either

He swore it with such patience

He wouldn't rush a thing

There'll be mischievous talks

Spicy and teasing

No stopping, no tiring

My lover is quick to arrive And quicker to leave

My lover is quick to arrive

And quicker to leave

My lover is quick to arrive

And quicker to leave

Slowly, all my dreams fell apart

My lover is quick to arrive

And quicker to leave

Slowly, all my dreams fell apart

Rajjo, swear on your mom.

- I swear on my mom. - No, you're not doing it properly.

Show me your face!

Swear on my mom.

Show me your hand. Have you crossed--

Your fingers are crossed! I knew it.

Rukhsar! What are you doing? You'll choke her!

Leave her! Leave her!

Rukhsar! What are you doing?

Leave her!

Put her down!

What are you doing? Let go!

Sister is here.

Why are you fighting like wild cats?

Tell her, bitch!

Hey, manners!

Sister, I...

What?

Tell her!

Actually, sister...

- What? - Sister,

she lost your sex book.

I don't get it, sister.

I kept it safely in my bag.

I took it out on the bus, read a few pages, then put it back.

I stopped at the grocery store before heading home.

But in the morning, it was gone.

I've searched everywhere, sister.

But I can't find it anywhere.

Sister...

Listen, sister.

- The book doesn't have your name-- - Saira, where are you going?

Girls, come to the class.

I had kept the book carefully.

I don't know how it's gone.

Don't worry, sister. I'll look for it again.

That was the college's notebook, Rajjo.

It has the college stamp on it.

If somebody gives it to the police,

who'll be disgraced?

Me.

Who'll end up in jail?

Me!

You girls are only good at wriggling your fingers under the blankets.

Good for nothing.

My dear.

Not going to college today, my dear?

Working from home on my thesis for a few days.

Need any medicines?

No. I'm fine.

And your mood?

That's fine too.

Hello.

Saira, where are you?

It's been over a month.

The deadline for your thesis is soon.

Is everything okay?

Yes, madam.

Just some personal things...

Listen, I'm going on a week's leave.

So you take the class from tomorrow.

Yes, madam.

All right. I'll be there.

Yes.

Come! Come! Last five copies left!

Come and get it!

Chulbuli Begum. The secrets of a woman's desire.

Chulbuli Begum. Come and get it!

Uncle, you can smoke later, first buy the book.

Come and get it!

Chulbuli Begum. The secrets of a woman's desire.

Come and get it! Chulbuli Begum.

Come and get it!

Sister, why are you getting scared?

Don't be scared.

No one knows the truth except us.

And this secret will die with us.

Everyone, swear on your mothers.

We swear, sister.

Please, stop grieving like this, sister. Enough.

Yes, sister.

And look on the bright side. You have done something wonderful.

- Tell her, Alisha. - What should I--

- Say it! - Tell her!

When my fiance came to see me,

he was moving his fingers the same way,

speaking like that too.

That's when I understood he read your sex book.

Sorry, the novel.

This wretched book should burn in hell!

I was scared about one copy.

And now everyone has it.

Do you realize what will happen if my husband finds out?

- Divorce! Divorce! Di-- - Not the third, sister!

Leave me alone, you traitor!

Greetings.

Thank you, father-in-law. Why did you make tea? I would've made it.

Nothing.

Actually, I failed.

Me too.

Me as well.

- Me too. - Me too.

I passed.

What?

"You can fail next time."

"Passing and failing, that's just the way of life."

- Sister! - Sister!

You don't want to reach your destination tonight?

Tonight we'll reach it together.

I don't want to.

Why, my dear?

No reason.

Just not in the mood.

No reason at all?

I've specially made this medicine for you.

Three times a day without fail.

Everything will be fine.

Your health and your mood.

I'm a doctor. You should listen to me.

Brother, do you have Chulbuli Begum?

No. Completely sold out.

They're printing a new batch.

Any other book by Raseeli Jaan?

No. That was her first one.

But definitely not the last.

What?

The whole world is waiting impatiently for Raseeli Jaan's next book.

Don't be afraid.

I'm Rajjo's mother.

And I'm her father.

We're publishers.

We print school textbooks.

But that alone isn't enough.

I'm sure you're aware.

Rajjo's tuition fees, fuel expenses.

Forget about shopping...

So then...

we started publishing romantic novels.

You must've heard of Mastlal.

What a writer he was!

Poor man passed away.

Many tried taking his place,

but no one clicked.

The publishing business was dying.

And then while cleaning Rajjo's room, we found your book.

My book?

Yes, of course.

We kept turning pages till sunrise.

You're mistaken.

Mistaken?

That was the college's notebook, Rajjo.

If somebody gives it to the police,

who'll be disgraced?

Me.

Good for nothing.

But, sister, how would the police know it's your handwriting?

Sister!

We kept an eye on Rajjo just to learn your name.

Day and night.

Businessmen, government officers, politicians, actors, judges, lawyers,

from barbers to doctors,

everyone is reading your book.

Yes, he's right.

You've done a great favour for all women.

Because men always treat women like lightbulbs.

Switch on. Switch off.

But after reading your book,

even he's changed.

Never in a hurry anymore.

Otherwise... What was your line, again?

"My lover is quick to arrive and quicker to leave."

What do you want from me?

These are two cheques.

One is royalty for the book.

And advance for the next.

No.

A rabid dog hasn't bitten me that I'll write such filthy things.

Please spare me.

And don't try meeting me again.

Good-bye.

Is she crazy?

What happened, my dear?

Still not feeling better?

I'm sleepy. Let me rest.

It's not Friday today.

No, no, I was only checking your mood--

All fine.

No wonder...

You haven't had a single dose.

Listen to your doctor for once.

Open one packet.

And just see

how your mood changes.

These sugar pills won't make me tip-top, they'll turn me into a pumpkin.

Instead make some poison pills.

At least I'll be free from this life.

Don't call them sugar pills, my dear.

Our whole clinic will shut down.

I'll go take a shower.

"This is our profession after all."

I had said no, right?

- Good morning. - No.

Good afternoon.

Dear, please try to understand our situation.

If you don't write, we'll end up on the streets.

And honestly, the good doctor seems quite modern-minded.

If you want, we can speak to him.

If you don't stop, I'll tell Rajjo the truth about you.

That will be great, dear.

We were finding a way to tell her.

After all, she'll take over the business one day.

So do me a favour, dear.

Please tell her as soon as possible.

Look, dear, I'm requesting you.

You have to write.

There's no choice.

Not for you.

Nor us.

No one has it.

Start thinking of a new story.

Please.

Yes, father-in-law?

Nothing.

Rajjo's parents.

No. Why would there be any money problems?

No, Rajjo hasn't done anything.

What could Rajjo possibly do?

It's my fault.

I can't tell you.

I can't tell him either.

That's a beautiful couplet...

but you made a mistake in the meter.

"With my silence, misunderstandings only grew."

"He even heard all my unspoken words."

Why don't you understand? I can't tell him!

If I do, he'll kill me.

He'll stop my studies.

- Badru. - Badru.

I'll tell him.

My dear...

My dear, this book...

This shameless, filthy book is my fault.

No, dear. How is it your fault?

It is.

Forgive me.

No, my love.

You can't blame yourself.

You've never lacked anything.

Everyone said...

every man should read this book.

So I bought a copy too.

This is your copy?

Obviously, it's not yours, right.

Don't cry, my dear.

Forgive me, my love.

This book isn't filthy.

It's educational.

Educational.

It teaches men

how a woman should be loved.

And also...

My dear.

What else is written?

Lots of spicy...

mischievous stories.

The kind that make your stomach flutter.

Stomach,

or somewhere below it?

My God!

I can't even tell you, the thoughts I'm having after reading it.

I wanted to tell you.

Then why didn't you?

You never took your medicine.

Medicine? Which medicine?

The one I gave you.

Those sugar pills.

I made the packets.

Where are they?

I threw them away.

You what?

In the dustbin, this morning.

Dear God! You threw them in the dustbin?

Take this.

I can't.

Don't eat it, my dear.

Open it.

Read it. Look.

I tried so hard to tell you.

Every Friday.

"Take the medicine. You'll feel better."

You would've got in the mood with Chulbuli Begum.

I got tired of taking cold showers.

I'll throw it away.

Don't.

No?

You read it to me.

"All the walls of shame and restraint came crashing down."

"And she leapt at him like a starving tigress."

"Scratching him,

biting him,

licking him slowly."

"And when her madness crossed every limit,

he cried out..."

Pass me the other packet, dear.

Badru...

If there were more books

by Raseeli Jaan, would you buy them?

Yes.

But two copies.

One for me...

and one for you.

My dear, tonight we'll reach the destination.

Slowly.

Together.

Badru.

Sweetheart.

Badru.

Sweetheart.

Badru.

Sweetheart.

My husband made me a promise

He won't sleep, won't let me sleep either

He swore it with such patience

He wouldn't rush a thing

There'll be mischievous talks

Spicy and teasing

No stopping, no tiring

My lover is quick to arrive

And quicker to leave

My lover is quick to arrive

And quicker to leave

My lover is quick to arrive

And quicker to leave

Slowly, all my dreams fell apart

My lover is quick to arrive

And quicker to leave

Slowly, all my dreams fell apart

Quick... Quick...

Quick... Quick...

I remain fearful all the time

The firefly burns out before it could glow

I remain fearful all the time

The firefly burns out before it could glow

My little boat sank midway

And so the shore remains deserted

My lover is quick to arrive

And quicker to leave

My lover is quick to arrive

And quicker to leave

Slowly, all my dreams fell apart

My lover is quick to arrive

And quicker to leave

Slowly, all my dreams fell apart