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Today, we're at a place,

you've often seen on social media.

However, today a deeply disturbing incident happened here.

Yes, this is Sabarmati river.

Now increasingly known as a suicide hotspot.

Police recovered a body here.

Our first eyewitness, Jagan, is with us.

So Mr. Jagan, what was your first reaction when you saw the body?

And what did you do next?

I was terrified,

and called the police right away.

I immediately called the police.

{INDISTINCT SHOUTING}

Doshi, clear the area.

Yes, sir.

Hey! Step back!

Sir, who's handling this case?

Arjun Thakkar.

Hey! Didn't I say no?

Are you deaf or what?

Is this your private property?

Sir is here.

Good morning, sir.

We've found a body.

It seems two or three days old,

badly decomposed and emitting a strong odor.

May I say something, sir?

Incidents like this often happen here.

I mean.

PCR patrols happen often.

We patrol every day, sir.

But that’s just how this area is. Can't help it.

Is that so?

If PCR patrolled here every day,

you'd be the one bragging to the camera, not him.

Who was on duty today?

Jai Hind, sir!

Sir... he...

-Connect me to him. -Sure sir.

Put it on speaker.

Yes, tell me.

When was the last patrol near Sabarmati River?

Must've been two or three days ago. Why?

Did someone drown?

Tell your super cop that I patrol here every day.

If he's so eager, let him see for himself.

Not even a month here, and he's already acting smart.

And listen, today's my wife's birthday.

Keep things under control.

If anything happens, message me immediately.

Yadav.

Sir.

I'm messaging you right now.

No, sir... Yes, sir... Jai Hind, sir.

Sir, I was on leave...

I mean, I'll cut it short .

No, no. Stay on leave.

I'm sending a message. Check it.

Your wife’s birthday gift from me.

Your favorite dessert.

Come, come.

I already got your birthday gift!!!

Oh. Oh, what happened?

Whose body is this? Any leads?

No, sir. No ID, wallet, or phone was found.

If someone plans to commit suicide, they wouldn't carry an ID.

Give me the gloves.

Write the report.

-Huh? -Write the report.

Yes, sir.

-A body was recovered... -A body was recovered...

-from the Sabarmati River... -from the Sabarmati River...

on 15th August.

Male, around 35 to 40 years old.

Preliminary examination suggests

time of death one to two days ago.

And this is a...

It's a suicide case.

Murder!

It's a murder case.

Real Tailors?

I need a wedding outfit stitched.

Yes, a suit will work too.

But sir, the wedding's just around the corner,

I need it urgently.

Someone here has already reached their final destination, and he is excited to begin his new life!

-Send the body for postmortem. -Yes, sir.

Get the car ready.

Getting married again?

Yes, once the suit's stitched, I will.

Sir, the body's been in water for days.

You washed your hands and face with the same water.

Didn't it disgust you?

If the police feel repulsed, who'll clean the filth?

You can only gauge the water's temperature

below the surface.

Bodies resurface at different times in hot and cold water.

If he drowned here,

a decomposed body would take

at least seven days to rise.

So, how did you know this

wasn't suicide but murder?

Rigor mortis.

Yeah, he must be a foreigner.

Rigor mortis isn't a person's name.

It's a change that happens in the body.

If he had drowned,

the body wouldn't be positioned like this.

And there's a wound on his head.

That's an ante-mortem injury.

An injury before death.

He didn't drown here. He...

He was killed and then dumped in the water.

Shall we?

Let's go.

Yes sir. I called about the wedding suit.

We don't do wedding outfits.

Fine, just stitch a suit.

Are you the groom?

No. He is.

And I’m the groomsman.

This is Chandan!

You know him?

He lived next door. What happened to him?

When did you last see him?

Two days ago, sir.

Raghu came by, and they left together.

Raghu?

Sir, how did you know about Real Tailors?

Oh, I see!

I thought you were remarrying.

Some mistakes are made only once.

I'm not as crazy as you think I am.

Yes, sir.

Ma'am. O ma'am.

Is Raghu home?

Not at home? No.

Sir. Sir.

Raghu!!

Hey!

Happy Independence Day.

I didn't do anything, sir.

I didn't do anything.

I swear! I didn't do anything.

I'll tell you, sir...

I'll tell everything.

I'll say it all.

Humanity, Doshi.

Humanity.

I was just wiping the dust.

Go on!

I'm Raghu Choksi.

I met Chandan at Real Tailors two days ago.

As always, he told me I'd be delivering a bag.

Sir, a man used to handover the bag to him.

-Good morning, sir. -Hey

-Hey, morning. -Morning.

Did you close the deal?

Done and dusted.

-Maanav, you're needed in the conference. -Yeah.

Good morning everyone.

Well, there's great news for all of us.

Our company has outperformed this quarter.

May I come in sir?

-Yes. -Thank you.

And we've already achieved, this month's target

with the highest sales.

And I must say that this has been possible,

only because of the untiring efforts of our CTO, Mr. Hansal Desai.

And especially our Retail Marketing Head Mr. Maanav Mehta.

Who has been our prime asset for the past two years.

Thank you, sir.

So, it calls for a big round of applause for him. Yes?

Thank you.

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

-Maanav. -Yes sir.

I need to have a word with you.

Sure.

Maanav. I'm really sorry to inform,

your tours might end very soon.

Sir, but... what happened?

Because your domestic tours are being upgraded to international tours.

Oh, that way! Thank you, sir.

And Maanav, the management sees the future in you.

And that means, maybe you'll get confirmation

after your next tour.

-Thank you so much, sir. -Yes.

Congratulations. Heard you bunged on 25?

30 lakhs.

Wow! Nice.

Maanav.

One second.

Just focus on that. Okay? Leave that alone.

Good job.

You may be a star performer for the company,

but you're a roadblock in someone else’s life.

Desai?

He really loves you.

In fact, I even saw your photo in his wallet.

Oh really?

Well, I saw your photo in his wife's purse.

You should've seen his face in the conference.

He kept staring at you like you had robbed him.

Especially at the time of 'Mr. Maanav Mehta.'

'Our prime asset for the past...'

'The past two years.' Yeah, I know, I know.

But you know, how we perceive it,

is how it looks!

We see things the way we perceive them.

Wow! That's awesome!

And you know the problem with Desai?

He forgets we're working for the same company.

For the same goal.

What can you do?

By the way, join us this evening. Or else, Nitya...

She'll understand only what she sees.

-Bye. -Bye.

Hello. Yeah Nitya, I'm on my way.

Should be home in twenty minutes.

Yeah. Bye.

-How are you? -Fine, sir.

Remember you have to come to the party tonight.

Yeah. But sir..

One request. Please ask your guests to park outside.

The residents keep complaining.

Okay.

Nitya.

Nitya.

Nitya.

Hey baby. How are you?

Nitya.

Nitya.

Hey, Bella.

Where's mumma? Is she with you?

Maanav.

Wow!

That's it? Just wow?

I thought you'd turn into a poet,

and flood me with verses.

Actually, today.

I'm speechless.

Go and freshen up.

Hey! That's exactly what I'm doing.

Too cheesy, Maanav.

Can you believe it? Five years of marriage,

and you and your cheesy lines... still the same.

Really?

That's the proof, isn't it?

The way I loved you five years ago,

I love you just as much today.

Or probably even more.

Oh really? And what if I say, I don't love you?

It will break my heart.

Then this fool won't survive,

And the world will remember him as a hopeless romantic.

Go shower, or this hopeless romantic will be late

and get thrashed by his wife! Go.

Alright, ladies and gentlemen.

I welcome you all on behalf of Mr. & Mrs. Mehta.

For their fifth wedding anniversary celebration.

Stuff yourself at the party.

I'm not cooking a thing at home.

And don't come crying at midnight that you're hungry.

Am I clear?

Oh wow! You're the one feasting.

Go on, stuff yourself.

You need a giant banquet plate all to yourself.

Take him away, but make sure he eats. Go on.

It's all in the stars, doctor.

Promotion in the morning, celebration at night.

Maanav is one lucky guy.

Life and wife, both perfect.

Everyone, with a big round of applause

for the stars of the evening,

Mr. Maanav and Mrs. Nitya Mehta.

Lost in your thoughts? I'm talking to you.

{INDISTINCT CHATTER}

Hi, guys.

What's going on?

Congratulations.

Just some casual chat.

Just some small talk.

Doesn't seem like a casual talk.

Actually, I didn't want to bother you.

Come on, you can tell me.

Okay.

{INDISTINCT CHATTER}

{INDISTINCT CHATTER}

{INDISTINCT CHATTER}

{INDISTINCT CHATTER}

{INDISTINCT CHATTER}

Excuse me for a moment.

I don't know what to do...

Don't worry, we'll work something out.

Yeah, fine.

This is my husband, Maanav.

Maanav, meet Commissioner Atul Barot.

-Hello. -Hi.

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

And this is my brother, Girish.

-Hi. -Hello.

The one I was telling you about.

Actually...

I need a favour for him.

Anything for you.

Inspector.

Come, sir. I'll make you meet someone.

Hello Maanav.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

You look so fresh.

Looks like you had a good rest.

Back from the tour yesterday?

No. I got back today. In fact, a little while ago.

What are you saying? No way.

Then who was on your balcony last night?

-At my place? -Yes.

Actually, could've been anyone.

Excuse me...See you. Bye.

Okay.

I can’t get a cab..

Oh, aunty.

Oh, sorry.

What happened, dear? Were you waiting for someone?

Running late. The cab didn't get booked.

No cab booked?

Oh no, really?

Just a minute, I'll fix this for you.

Hello.

Hold on. Where do you want to get dropped?

-Satellite area. -Satellite area.

Okay. Bye.

Hey, sir. Sir.

Perfect moment. Let's make it a custom.

And today is your anniversary too.

Time for some poetry.

What say?

So, presenting...

-Okay. -Go on.

With you by my side, what more do I crave?

Let me go a little more mad in love.

So, tell me

Shall I live with you, or die for you?

-Wow! What a line. -Very nice.

The inner poet’s unleashed! Pure magic.

Brilliant.

Now I think only Nitya can match this fire.

So, ma'am?

-No guys,. -Yes.

This lovely poetry calls for a fiery reply.

One more verse. What do you say?

Go on. Recite. Recite.

I'm yours. Only yours, forever.

Whatever path you choose, I'll follow.

Dying in love's easy, Maanav.

But with you, I'll choose to live eternally.

Wow!

Incredible.

Looks like love is in the air.

We can feel it.

Excuse us.

Auto's here.

No auto rickshaws from now.

Nitya, you know my reasons.

Maanav. It's been long time...

You have to let go of your past.

And, it's my gift.

I insist. Please.

You know I can't drive.

I can.

You never listen, do you?

Please.

Standing here,

it feels like the whole world's below me,

and I'm on top.

It feels like I am the queen of this world.

But you are a queen.

You're my queen.

Cheesy.

You’ve been this cheesy all evening,

aren’t you tired yet?

But it was a beautiful evening.

It was.

But if Mr. Maanav Mehta weren't so busy chasing sales targets,

every evening could be this magical. Right?

Right.

But I didn't know that,

my wife's connections reach all the way up to the Police Commissioner.

Well, credit goes to you and your busy schedule.

If you weren't so buried in work,

maybe I'd never have joined that club.

So now I have to stay out of your way?

And where exactly would you hide from me?

Away from you? Nowhere at all.

Morning.

Morning

Do you really have to go?

All this pampering can't be for nothing.

When will you be back?

Seven days.

Straight to Mumbai, then Calcutta.

But the good thing is...

This is my last domestic trip.

-What? -Yeah.

After that, Mr. Maanav Mehta

will be Assistant Vice President of the company.

Nice.

Looks like your boss finally got some sense!

Absolutely.

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

But you know what...

You deserved this position ages ago.

Nice.

Come on, I'll drop you.

Don't worry. I'll manage.

In a rickshaw?

Maanav, come on.

Give me ten minutes.

Nitya.

Oh! You haven't left yet?

Yes, I was just about to.

I figured you'd be off on tour.

so, I made some lemon pickle for you.

Carry it, you'll love it.

Thank you so much Mrs. Hemlata.

But I'll have them later.

Just a second, move aside.

I'll pack it in your luggage.

Hey... hey... that's a suitcase.

There's no space.

There's never really space. You have to make it.

Like I made space in your life.

I mean, in yours and Nitya's.

Yeah, forcefully.

I heard that.

-What? -You said forcefully.

-No. -Yes.

Look, your life might be full of big-shot people.

But in my life,

the fruit vendor, the veggie seller,

the watchman, the rickshaw driver they're the ones who really matter.

Because...

-Why am I telling you all this? -Exactly why are you telling me.

Oh my God!

The Queen of Rajyash Regius is here. Here she comes.

Hey, Nitya.

Nitya.

Honestly, you looked gorgeous last night.

When I was your age, I looked exactly the same.

Your uncle...

Shall I make you some herbal tea?

Oh...Bella.

No. Ciao! Ciao!

Not with me, Bella. We just can't get along.

Oh...Bella.

-Bella. -Bella.

We're actually running late.

We need to leave for the airport. So, Nitya..

Maanav, did you take the pickle?

{INDISTINCT CHATTER}

Maanav.

Maanav.

Comfortable?

For how long will you keep hurting over mom and dad's accident?

Nitya, these memories linger.

Forgetting them isn't easy.

Maanav, it's been twenty years.

And it wasn't your fault.

Can we drop it, please?

Can we change the topic?

Fine.

Oh, I forgot it at home.

What?

Hemlata's pickle.

Seriously?

By the way,

Hemlata said someone visited home two days ago?

Two days ago?

No way.

I've been shopping for the last three days.

You know what?

Figuring out when Hemlata is telling the truth,

and when she isn't is a total puzzle.

Truth is, she enjoys gossiping.

-She survives on gossips. -That's true.

Any update?

Any news?

Any update?

Sir.

Any news?

Who is he?

Sir, he comes here every two or three days.

Keeps muttering the same thing:

"Any update? Any news?"

Doesn't say another word.

Even if we ask him questions,

he doesn't respond.

And, sir, I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

Here, take some money.

Get him something to eat

No, no, sir.

I'll take care of it.

-Any news? -Take care.

Any update on his boss?

Any news?

No sir.

Sir, we've got a lead.

Sir, RDO lives at 201.

Chandan had some issue earlier with an RDO over a video.

He would give me a bag and pay me cash to deliver it.

He'd tell me the location, and I'd just drop the bag there.

A boy would carry that bag.

I had no idea what was in it.

I paid him the money.

Even after that, he demanded more money.

We had a fight.

And I ended up killing him.

Sunita...

When you see this video...

I'll probably...

Yes.

-Hello? -Hello. What's up?

Nothing much.

Where are you?

Signing off from Mumbai.

Actually,

my flight to Calcutta is in three hours.

Just three more days to go.

I can't wait to see you.

Oh, sorry.

It’s okay sir.

Check-out, please.

Sure.

One signature sir.

-Thank you. -Hope your stay was comfortable.

Actually, it would've been a lot more comfortable

if my wife was here.

Shut up Maanav!

Hang on a second.

It's my boss calling. Let me call you back.

Yes sir.

New faces. Fresh gossip!

Surprise!

Yes?

Who are you?

Maanav Mehta. And you?

Maanav Mehta.

How did you enter my home?

How dare you enter?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

-Nitya!! -How did you enter?

Nitya?

Who are you? Who the hell are you?

-Nitya! -How do you know Nitya?

Nitya. He is saying he is your husband.

Maanav.

But you said your husband

He went on tour.

But unfortunately, he's back.

So yes, he's Maanav Mehta.

My husband.

He was meant to come after seven days.

He was supposed to come.

Maybe he wanted to surprise me.

Nitya?

Is this really you?

Please, Maanav. Don't create any drama.

This was bound to happen sooner or later.

And it's all because of you.

If you hadn't gone on tours, I hadn't joined the club.

None of this would have happened.

Nitya, I'll see you later.

Sorry.

What's all this, Nitya?

If you'd told me you'd be back in four days instead of seven,

we could've avoided all this.

This has been going on for three years.

And you never suspected?

And don't act as if I am some culprit or some devil.

You’re not the same Nitya I knew four days ago.

I was the same Nitya for the first two years of our marriage.

And then I got bored.

Didn't you ask me to join the club?

I did that.

And then, everything has changed.

You know what, Maanav?

To live in high society, you have to be open-minded.

You should also change yourself.

-I should change myself? -Yes.

Nitya, do you even realize what you re saying?

Are you in your goddamn senses?

Don't shout Maanav!

I'm shouting?

It doesn't suit us.

It's all your fault.

Had you told me you were coming,

everything would have been just as before.

Did I ever ask you what you were doing?

Where you were going? Who you were with?

Then chill.

You know what I regret?

That why didn't my trip get cancelled earlier?

Why all this?

I mean, what did we lack?

Power!

I lacked power, Maanav.

You know what?

I've seen powerful people become powerless right before my eyes.

And that's my power.

Once you have power, you feel alive.

Anyway, go and freshen up.

I'll make coffee.

We'll talk at length.

Please tell me you’re joking.

-Nitya, please! -How careless Maanav!

Is this where you keep the briefcase?

Too much!

This is all so normal for you.

Like nothing ever happened.

Nitya, you're behaving like a

Shut up, Maanav.

That's what you are. A

Stop calling me that.

When you're away for two to three weeks,

did I ever ask where you were going,

what you were doing, how you were enjoying yourself,

or who you were sleeping with?

-What? -No.

And don't act like you're some saint either.

Listen.

Maanav.

Forget all this.

You have to let go of your past.

Everything is normal.

Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

Everything.

This past.

Forget it.

See you can't change the past.

But you can change the future.

I'll forgive your mistakes.

You forgive mine.

And Maanav...

Right and wrong are just a matter of perspective.

You're right in your world,

I'm right in mine.

And guilty? We all are.

Being with you, I've turned into a poet too.

Hello.

Yeah, sir. I'm good.

Did you enjoy?

Again tonight?

Last time, just like you stopped the raid,

If you'd stopped my husband's raid, we'd be together tonight.

I mean, he's back.

Don't worry.

The bird will fly back to its cage on its own.

Hello.

Maanav Mehta speaking.

-Come, Murli. -Yes, sir?

Here's the suitcase and these keys.

Give them to madam's relative when they arrive.

And now you have to take care of Bella.

Okay, sir.

This is really heavy, sir.

Is there a body inside or what?

It's just clothes.

For you.

Why? Are you going somewhere?

You could say that.

So, when will you be back?

No idea.

You’re going with madam?

Murli.

Your madam isn't coming anymore.

But madam's already here, sir.

Murli, your madam will never come back.

Are you joking, sir?

I think something's wrong with you.

Just rest. If anyone comes, I'll give them the keys.

Please take rest.

Your madam passed away thirty minutes ago.

Thirty minutes ago?

I saw her going upstairs just ten minutes ago.

No problem, sir. You rest.

Murli!

Oh God!

Oh God! Are you gossiping again?

-Yeah? -Go downstairs, a rickshaw driver is creating a scene.

He's yelling at everyone.

Go check. Someone didn't pay and came inside.

Sir, was the last to enter.

-It was Maanav? -Yes.

No way!

You came without paying his fare?

I've already paid my auto driver.

-Then go, check. Go. Hurry. -I'll check.

I'll be back.

Nitya.

She isn't. I mean, she is... but she isn't.

-Where ever she maybe, I need some water.-Hemlata!

Get out of my way.

-Oh my! -But you.

It's so hot.

Where's Nitya? Huh?

She...

Is she at the salon?

I need some sugar, or I'll faint.

I love chocolate cakes.

It's at your place. Shantanu brings it for me.

Can you please hurry up?

Come in.

Sir.

-Was he the one? -Yes, it was him.

You made me wait, and then disappeared.

You said you'd be back with 250 rupees, and then vanished.

250 rupees for what?

What 250 rupees?

To drop you here from the airport.

Why are you doing this?

I came from the office, not the airport.

And I already paid my rickshaw driver. Who are you?

What is he saying? Please ask him.

No, Maanav, a poor man will not lie.

Let it go, okay?

Maybe you don't remember his face.

Just give him the money.

Hold on, don't meddle here.

Who are you? And what money?

I'm not giving him a single rupee for free.

How can he not pay?

-Please, say something to him. -How won't you give it?

Why talk to her? Talk to me!

Hey, listen...

It's my house...

You are lying.

Please talk to him.

Can you please wait.

I don’t love you, then?

I’ll forgive your mistakes.

You forgive mine.

Being with you, I'll turn into a poet too.

Where exactly would you hide from me?

Dying in love's easy, Maanav.

But with you, I'll choose to live eternally.

Mr. Maanav!

Maanav.

Mr. Maanav?

How are you feeling now?

How are you feeling now?

All okay?

Are you okay?

How are you?

Is he okay now?

Seems to be fine.

The stress might have raised his blood pressure.

Listen.

I'll prescribe some medicines.

-Just bring them. -Yeah,

Give me.

Here.

Take care.

Thank you.

Inspector Arjun Thakkar.

Oh, so everyone's gathered here?

Who's Maanav Mehta?

And who are all the others?

Let me introduce.

Move aside.

This is Murli, this is Dr. Parekh.

And what's your name?

Chiman.

And I'm Hemlata Dave. Mrs.

Maanav Mehta.

You made the call?

So, why gather everyone here?

No, I mean.

Maanav was feeling dizzy, that's why I called Dr. Parekh.

And he said he came to collect his fare.

-And he... -Sir had called me.

Do you realize this is a crime scene?

What? Can't be!

Maanav's blood pressure shot up,

and injured his hands, how is that a crime?

Alright, Mr. Maanav Mehta,

Tell me.

What happened?

I came home from the office today.

And an argument broke out

between my wife, Nitya, and me.

And I killed her.

That's simple.

So where's the dead body?

In the bedroom.

There?

Where in the bedroom?

On the bed.

Are you sure?

Do I look like I'm joking here?

Then am I joking?

And if the body is on the bed, why can't I see it?

Call the ambulance.

Mr. Maanav.

Mr. Maanav.

You said the body would be on the bed.

But anyway, there is a dead body in the house.

Shall we?

Sorry I am allergic to cats.

Doshi.

Nobody leaves the city until this case is closed.

Doshi, take statements from everyone, collect all details.

And file the official report.

Sir, my 250 rupees.

What money?

For dropping him from the airport.

I didn't even come from the airport.

Why do you keep lying?

Sir, I don't want any trouble.

Just give me my money, and I'll leave.

Just a minute.

You want your money?

-Yes. -Here, take it!

Money!

Sir, don't flaunt your money at me.

I'm poor, not worthless like you.

-Worthless? Me? -Mr. Maanav.

Mr. Maanav.

I don't know, but this morning's been awful.

What a way to start the day.

Forget your money!

-I'm leaving, you keep it! -Hey!

Strolling through the garden?

Did I tell you to go?

Hold still and start talking. From the beginning.

-Speak. -Sir, I was at the airport.

Then the passenger arrived.

I dropped him off. The fare was 400.

He gave me 150 and said he'd get the rest 250 from upstairs.

How many more lies?

Who told you to lie?

Tell me.

Just a minute, Mr. Maanav.

Sir, why is he lying?

One minute.

I waited half an hour, thinking he'd show up any second.

Finally, he brought me upstairs.

When I got here, he says he didn't even come in the rickshaw.

Pay his fare.

Sir, you're believing him over me?

Fine.

Let's hear your version.

250 rupees matter more than a murder, right?

This isn't about money. It's about truth and lies.

Go on. Tell me the truth.

From the airport, I went to the office, then came here.

Sir, he's such a liar.

Things here are completely topsy-turvy.

First, the killer calls.

Asking to be arrested.

Then the dead body rises from the bed and walks to the bathroom.

The guy from the airport says he came from the office.

Mr. Maanav.

Let's start with the truth first.

Only then we head to the police station.

You're not trying to protect anyone, right?

Who would I even try to protect?

I've already told you the truth.

I'm the one who killed Nitya.

And I think you should arrest me.

In such a hurry.

To go to jail?

Mr. Maanav.

If you really are the killer,

Then believe me,

arresting you would be a pleasure.

So, spill the beans.

Everything. I mean everything.

Let's hear from the beginning.

I'm sorry, but first, can you put the cat away?

No offence, but I am allergic.

Please.

Okay. Come.

Alright, Mr. Maanav.

Go ahead.

Sir, I went out on an official tour for seven days.

I spent four days in Mumbai.

And just as I was about to leave,

I got a call from my boss.

'Maanav, your Kolkata trip has been cancelled.'

'Why, sir?'

'It's some client's health emergency.'

'So you get back to Ahmedabad.'

'In fact, take a vacation for a week.'

'That's my anniversary gift for you.'

In all these years, my work tour was cancelled for the first time.

And I wanted to surprise my wife.

To surprise Nitya.

I came to Ahmedabad without telling her.

From Ahmedabad airport, I took a rickshaw to the office.

Hold on.

Your boss gave you a week off?

So why go to the office?

For submitting files.

Office rules. After every project, the files must be submitted.

Okay, okay. Then what?

Then I came home from the office to surprise Nitya.

I kept ringing the doorbell for a long time.

Don't you carry your home keys?

Usually, my keys are in my briefcase.

But I forgot that day.

Your briefcase?

I forgot the keys.

Not my briefcase.

Sir, I clearly remember, he didn't have a briefcase.

Who asked you?

Keep quiet and stay put.

Please continue.

Then someone opened the door.

I don't know who he was.

You rang your own doorbell, didn't you?

I rang my own doorbell.

I don't know who opened the door.

But he said his name was Maanav Mehta.

Okay. And then?

Then we got into a fight.

And I hit him on the head with the briefcase.

Just a minute.

When you came in.

You were...

Standing here, right?

And that man was right in front of you.

Doshi.

Stand here, don't be scared.

Come on.

You hit him with a briefcase.

So where did he land?

And your briefcase?

Here.

So, where's the briefcase?

Nitya picked it up and put it back in its place.

All this chaos was happening.

And your wife was worried about the briefcase?

Show me the briefcase.

‘How careless Maanav!’

Is this where you keep the briefcase?

Should we check the washroom again?

Maybe the briefcase ended up there too?

I was right here.

And the briefcase.

Was right here.

We were talking.

And Nitya took the briefcase...

Then...

Then...

Then what?

Where did it go?

Then I asked Nitya.

Who the man was.

And why was he here?

Nitya just started laughing shamelessly.

Acting completely normal, as if nothing happened.

Then she started blaming me.

No guilt. No shame.

And then you lost your temper, took her to the bathroom,

and drowned Mrs. Mehta, right?

No, I didn't take her to the bathroom!!

I didn't take Nitya to the bathroom.

I didn't drown her there.

Then?

Then she came outside.

She got a call.

She said on the phone,

if I hadn't returned today,

they would've spent the evening together.

Oh, okay. Okay.

And all this happened where?

Sir.

Is all this really necessary?

Maanav is telling the truth.

There's a difference between saying and doing, Mrs...?

Hemlata Dave.

Mrs. Dave.

What actually happened here,

how it happened,

and who did it?

I get to decide that.

Then?

What happened next?

Where's that flower vase?

So, you..

Murdered Mrs. Mehta,

wiped the fingerprints,

and put it back with

water and flowers.

You're just like your wife.

I mean, even if someone's fighting or dead,

the house still has to be spotless?

I had put the vase here.

But not these flowers!

Sorry.

Everything's in place here, except logic

And now you'll tell me,

the phone Mrs. Mehta was talking on,

you don't even know where that is?

You don't know, right?

And the other Maanav Mehta in your house..

Do you know where he is?

No idea. He ran off some time ago.

Now I'm starting to get to know you, Mr. Maanav.

What happened to your hand?

I...

I lost my temper and broke the mirror.

Which mirror?

I lost my temper and broke the mirror.

It cut my hand. These shards...

Where did the glass shards go?

Mr. Maanav.

Are you trying to prove yourself a murderer or a lunatic?

Sir, I'm not a lunatic!

I'm telling the truth.

All of this...

Sir... you...

This...

This...

Mr. Maanav.

If a dead body can walk to the bathroom,

a briefcase can vanish,

and flowers can appear in a vase,

then broken glass can disappear too.

In this house, anything's possible!

Sir, I'm telling you the truth.

I killed Nitya.

Only the evidences are against me.

Not against.

Rather they are on your side, Mr. Maanav.

But your mind is playing tricks on you.

And it seems you're playing games with us.

I'm not playing any game.

I'm telling you, sir.

I've lost everything.

I have nothing left to lose.

Why would I lie to you?

I'm telling you there was...

A mirror here.

Sir, trust me, he is crazy.

Did you just call Maanav sir crazy?

-How dare you? -Hey!

Stop!

Hey!!

Stop this nonsense!!!

Hey, I’m right here!

Sorry.

-Dr. Parekh. -Yes.

You're Mr. Maanav Mehta's family doctor, right?

Has he ever behaved oddly before?

I mean, any mental health issues?

Mental issues?

And me?

I'm not unstabble, okay.

Relax, Mr. Mehta.

I'm just asking about your medical history.

Go on.

I live in this building, sir.

Just a neighbor.

I don't know him as a patient.

In fact, Nitya was my patient.

Okay.

What happened to her?

She came to me for an abortion.

What?

What did you say?

Abortion!

-What did you say? -Sir, save me.

Maanav. Mr. Mehta.

He is lying.

You all are lying.

Be in your limits, Mr. Mehta.

Yes, doctor.

When did she come for the abortion?

I can give you the exact date after checking the records.

But I think it was around two to three months ago.

Maanav, wait.

Wait, there.

There is one surprise.

Don’t move.

Did you really think so?

Look at your face.

Does it seem like Maanav is in shock or is traumatised?

That depends on the person and the event, sir.

But for an over-sensitive person,

to be emotionally or mentally traumatised is not a big thing.

Maybe that's why Maanav is not able to connect the dots.

Shut up!

Enough is enough!

I can't connect the dots? I can't?

I know what you guys are doing.

I know it.

You guys are trying to frame me.

I've been saying it all along I killed Nitya.

Does anyone even understand?

I went to the airport.

From there, straight to the office.

From the office, the briefcase.

The briefcase.

There’s someone who knows

I took the briefcase upstairs.

Who?

I really want you to be proven truthful, Maanav.

Will the evidence come here on its own,

or do we have to go get it?

Maanav, I was just coming to your place.

Actually, you forgot this briefcase at the airport.

I came here just to return it.

Do we still need to check the CCTV footage?

Tell the truth, where did you get this briefcase from?

Enough!

That's enough.

-Mr...? -Hansal Desai.

Mr. Desai, did you get this briefcase from the airport?

No, sir. I was at the office.

The person who picked up this briefcase from the airport called,

said someone had left it behind.

I thought there might be something important.

And Maanav had some documents to submit from the tour today.

Today was the deadline.

But he never came.

Desai, you know I came to the office this morning.

And I submitted these files in front of you.

Tell me the truth, why are you doing this?

Are you trying to frame me?

Frame you?

What nonsense are you talking?

If I wanted to frame him.

I wouldn't have come home to return the files.

If you had really submitted these files at the office,

the files would be in office and briefcase at home.

To hell with the office! To hell with the briefcase!

I've told you I killed my wife.

So why aren't you arresting me?

And this file and briefcase are not related to my wife's murder!

It has nothing to do with it.

Nothing?

How are we supposed to believe anything, Mr. Mehta?

Has anything you’ve said been true?

Sir.

CCTV footage.

Here.

Another proof that you were lying.

Want to check it?

The reality is...

No one was at home except you and your wife.

You came in.

She opened the door.

Surprise!

She was happy and you were also happy.

Then, after a while, she went to the washroom.

She didn't come out for a long time.

So, you started to get suspicious.

Nitya.

Nitya.

You broke the door and went inside.

Then, seeing Mrs. Mehta in that state.

Your mind just shut down.

You blamed yourself for what happened.

Some old trauma got triggered.

And your mind turned

an accident into a murder.

She slipped in the bathroom.

And she hit her head.

She died on the spot.

Then, you went to the balcony.

No! All of this is a lie!

You're making up stories.

Inspector, please.

I plead guilty.

Arrest me.

Please.

First of all, this isn't a court.

There's no case here.

And I'm not making up any story.

The evidence speaks for itself.

Evidence.

And the evidence doesn’t lie,

people do.

I cannot arrest you for an accident.

I'll go to the court!

Go wherever you want,

But first, see a psychiatrist.

Everyone else, go home.

You're free to leave.

No.

Inspector, you have to take me.

-Mr. Maanav. -Inspector you have to take me.

You have to arrest me.

Mr. Maanav.

Inform Mrs. Mehta's family.

And prepare for her last rites.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Here.

Your money.

Keep the change.

Take care, Mr. Maanav.

Just one piece of advice.

Don't blame yourself for everything.

Maanav, please, get up.

Just sit here comfortably

Have some water.

Tell me the truth.

What do you know?

Speak up the truth!

I've committed one murder,

I won't hesitate to commit another!

Come on, speak up!

You were right.

You killed Nitya.

So, you knew all along?

Huh?

So I wasn't imagining it?

I was the one who killed Nitya?

Maanav,

I was here when it all happened.

Even before thay guy came in,

you were already in here?

I was the one who sent him here.

His name is Sandy.

-You sent him here? -Yes.

Why?

And because of you...I...

Poor Nitya...

Poor, Nitya?

Oh please!

You have no idea,

what your poor Nitya was really up to.

Everyone tried to warn you.

'Then who was on your balcony last night?'

'Could be someone.'

'Excuse me, I got to go.'

'Okay.'

So you brought a stranger into my home?

You have no right to interfere in my family or my life.

Interfere? Nobody interfered in your life.

After all these years together,

you never really knew your own wife, did you?

Interfere!

But now it's time you know

what she was up to behind your back.

Because of your work trips,

you got Nitya a club membership,

so she wouldn't be lonely.

And then your poor Nitya started a game,

one whose ending even she never saw coming.

Nitya was right.

It's hard to tell when you're speaking the truth,

and when you're lying.

It's not your fault.

You're a good man.

You're very kind.

Your love for Nitya was such that

your whole world revolved around her.

But the truth is completely different.

-Truth? -Yes.

What truth?

Nitya's truth.

Do you know how a hunter hunts?

He lays a trap, scatters the bait,

And then waits for the birds to come peck at it.

Once the bird is trapped.

The hunter takes it under his control.

The bird struggles. Flails. Fights.

But it never escapes that cage.

And here, your poor Nitya was the hunter.

Shut up!

Just shut up!

Stay in your senses!

You’re the one who needs to come to your senses!

It's high time now!

Nitya was a honey trapper.

She was running a honey trap racket.

I didn't know.

I didn't even know what the word meant.

I heard it for the first time.

When... my own son Shantanu fell victim to her.

Yes, he was at fault too.

One video. That's all it takes to destroy someone's life.

Ever since that day,

he danced to her every tune.

One day I saw Shantanu,

placing a bag outside your house.

Then I confronted him.

When he finally told me, I was completely shattered.

I never imagined Nitya could do this.

I didn't want to believe it.

I paid every rupee you demanded.

Now death is my only way out.

Please, try to understand. Please.

Intoxicated by power and money,

Nitya crossed every line.

Extortion, threats, blackmailing people for money.

All this was elevating Nitya to new heights,

but was slowly pulling Shantanu into a dark, bottomless pit.

So much was happening,

and you never said a word?

I wanted to tell you, but...

That evil woman. Just watch what I do.

I'm going straight to Maanav. I'll tell him everything.

-Just watch! -No, mom.

Why?

You don't know what Nitya's capable of.

Telling Maanav won't help.

She'll twist things, manipulate him, and my video will go viral.

My video can't go viral.

-It can't. -Okay.

-Please, mom. Please. -Okay.

-Please don't say anything to Nitya. -No. I won't. I won't say anything.

Calm down. I promise.

Mom, you saved me last time,

but you won’t always be around.

Then I did what every mother would do.

I went to the police.

They collected all the evidence against Nitya,

and planned a raid.

But even then, your Nitya spoke to the DIG and got the raid called off!

Last time, just like you stopped the raid,

If you'd stopped my husband's raid,

we'd be together tonight.

So you decided to kill Nitya?

No, no Maanav.

The plan was just to get the videos from her phone.

Shantanu's and others’, and hand them to the police.

So this time, we laid the bait,

and Nitya walked right into the trap.

Later, Sandy told me that the videos weren't just on her phone,

there was a hard drive too.

I had gathered all the evidence, and was just about to leave,

when you rang the doorbell.

Our plan ended right there.

And after that, everything fell apart.

I wish my trip hadn't been cancelled.

And I hadn't come home early.

You came home too late Maanav.

Nitya wasn't...

Nitya wasn’t always like this.

Sometimes, the people closest to us,

are the ones we understand the least.

Why did you save me?

Because none of this was your fault.

It was Nitya’s fault..

..and partly ours as well.

We too are partly responsible for your condition.

We are guilty too.

You are so selfish.

To escape your own guilt,

you left me to burn in it for the rest of my life?

And now I have to live with it.

What about others?

Murli?

Why was Murli lying?

Because he cared about you.

He was the first to know Nitya's secret.

'Please ask your guests to park their cars outside.'

'Madam passed away thirty minutes ago?'

“I saw her going upstairs just ten minutes ago.”

That's why Murli was the first to stand by my side.

And the rickshaw driver?

I was the one to call Chiman, to put on an act.

Simply to buy myself time.

Rickshaw drivers, cleaners, watchmen, drivers,

all of them keep our world running.

Yet we look right through them.

And Nitya?

I left Nitya on the bed,

then how did she end up in the bathroom?

And her clothes?

When I picked up Nitya’s phone to delete Shantanu's video,

one familiar face stared back at me.

Dr. Parekh.

You'll have to help us,

Hemlata...

consider it a request, or a threat.

Let's go.

All set.

So Desai..

..was brought into your plan at Dr. Parekh's insistence.

Wow. Perfect planning.

And I was such a fool.

First Nitya played me..

Then all of you did.

And the abortion?

That was a lie too, right?

Amidst all these lies, this was the only truth.

Listen, Maanav.

I can't even imagine what you are going through right now.

Losing Nitya is unbearable, no doubt.

But perhaps, for Nitya, being remembered like this forever,

that's the greater burden.

I understand.

Please take care of yourself.

Please.

The fare you gave Chiman..

Here are your 250 rupees.

He asked me to return this to you.

I'll get going.

Hemlata.

Nitya has paid for her sins.

And you?

You saved me and eased your own guilt too.

But what was my fault?

To myself I’ll always remain guilty.

Who isn't guilty?

Tell me.

We're all guilty.

What matters is the...

reason behind it.

Okay, I'll leave now.

'Let me go a little more mad in love.'

'So, tell me,'

'Shall I live with you, Or die for you?'

'Believe me, he is crazy.'

'Are you trying to prove you're a murderer or lunatic?’

'Sir, I'm not lunatic.'

'-I'm telling the truth.' '-Mental issues?'

'I went to the airport. From there, straight to the office.'

'From the office, the briefcase.'

'I clearly remember, he didn't have a briefcase.'

'Will the evidence come here on its own'

'Do we still need to check the CCTV footage?'

'I really want you to be proven truthful, Maanav.'

'Mom, let's do it at an auspicious time.'

Sorry, sir.

It's okay.

Hello, Manthan Patel, 502! And you?

I'm Maanav Mehta.

Maanav. Pleasure meeting you Maanav.

CCTV?

There’s someone who knows I'd taken my briefcase upstairs.

'I don't know who he was,'

'but he said his name was Maanav Mehta.'

'Then I did what every mother would do.'

'I went to the police.'

But, sir...My tip is confirmed.

Nitya Mehta is running a major scam.

She is into...

Oh, shut up!! I don't want to hear anything.

You're posted here to follow my orders,

not your whims.

Call off the raid immediately!

Sir, listen to me...

Inspector.

-Hello. -Inspector, you need proof, right?

I'll get it for you.

Everything's ready, exactly as you wanted.

Good.

I'm coming.

Inspector Arjun Thakkar.

Sir, any update on the Maanav Mehta case?

Is he guilty?

No, he's innocent.

It was an unfortunate accident.

Case closed.

Any update?

Any news?

Baba.

What's more important, being right, or making it right?

If doing something wrong leads to a lot of good,

then it’s okay to be wrong.

Thank you baba.

Right and wrong, are just a matter of perception.

You’re right in your own world, I am right in mine.

And in the end.,

WE ALL ARE GUILTY!