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Hey, get out from here. Come on.

Hey Suryadutt, hey Nandu, hey druggie. Come on, sleep now.

Hey, you, go to sleep.

What are you doing?

Why did you call me here?

He thinks that this bar is a safe place.

You know, what will you do about your family even you throw him out of here?

She was an Afghani diplomat who used to sell her body to get American secrets.

This is not some joke, Rohan.

"Why to worry when in love..."

"Why to worry when in love..."

Large rum, Patiala.

Take this.

Brother, earlier payment is remaining.

- Hmm. - Brother, when will you give?

I'll give in 2 days.

Pour me double. No soda please.

Laila.

Laila.

Sensation.

They want to create sensation. They want me to say something about Laila.

They want to know about Laila.

7 persons have died.

4 are injured. One lost his legs.

Is this much spice not enough for them?

You know Aamer, These are numbers.

So many dies, so many injured, they are not bothered.

They want love story of you and Laila.

It doesn't make any difference to me what you think, what you write.

You know what's the truth, Rohan.

They want me to call your Laila characterless.

I call her bar dancer.

You call her by any bad name.

If your story is selling by this, then it's okay.

Family members will come to know.

How are you concerned with that?

You had come to take the permission, right? You got it.

Now go, tell the truth to the world, write down.

And it will not affect our friendship, Rohan.

Now go, I'm tired.

Go.

You rejected the story that I and Aamer dug out from hell.

You stopped taking my calls and you didn't send me salary for 3 months!

- What's happening? - In just 3 days...

Rohan, buddy.

This is the naked story of blood. You call it a story! It's a bloody blood pornography.

And that too, pictures taken from some agency?

Rohan, that's not the thing.

Actually, Afghanistan is not that interesting any more.

Then shut down this press. Start a food stall, man.

- Rohan. - Yes.

- Don't insult me. - I ain't insulting you.

I don't say that words are not important.

We do print important interviews everyday, right?

- Yes, sure, of the affairs of film stars. - Because it gets sold off.

Look, Rohan, you have always achieved that which was impossible for anyone else.

You give me an interview of a nice movie star.

Any dumb fool can take the interview of a star.

Wrong.

Wrong, it's your misunderstanding.

There are so many movie stars who are greater than Talibans.

Hmm.

Take her, Tara Malhotra.

It's been many years that she has not given a proper interview.

Print her stories, print her pictures.

But bringing out something from her mouth is freaking impossible.

People will come to know that there's nothing...

...here of she opens her mouth, everything is here.

Listen, I've cracked it for you. She'll talk to our newspaper.

And I'll fill up your pockets for this.

I don't think that the world is so much interested in Tara Malhotra.

Send me my salary, okay?

How much?

Come on, fast.

Excuse me.

Brother for day time, lover at night. What's going on, madam?

Where are you going? Answer me.

Madam, Tell me something about that Anshul rock star.

Tara, it was just a bad dream.

There's no need to get scared. I'm here only.

Come on, let's start.

I can't do it. It's over.

You'll have to do it.

There's no other option.

But why?

You'll have to do it.

I can't do it.

Your line...

Oh my God, I'm late.

I don't wish so, but I'll have to go.

No, it's not necessary to go.

Yes, it's necessary.

Don't forget, Ashish is coming home today.

As if I'll forget.

- See you on the set. - Yes, see you.

What?

- Is madam in? - What?

- Is madam in? - What?

- Is madam in? - I don't know. She is not there.

- Go away from here. - When will she come?

I don't know.

- At what time will madam come? - Hmm?

- Uncle, At what time will madam come? - Hmm?

They come from God knows where.

The terrorists who have kidnapped the people, have not yet been recognised.

Special Forces have surrounded the building from all the sides.

We're getting the news that the terrorists have killed one person.

- And may be one is hostage. - Oh.

There's no confirmation about this as yet.

- This attack has shocked the entire nation. - How much?

Namit, are you watching the news?

I should have been there.

This is the biggest incidence for me.

One person is dead, one is hostage, and it's not big for you!

What are you waiting for? World War 3 or what?

You know I'm experienced. I can get you a really good story.

She may be a super star.

And I don't care about those...

- ...those idiotic readers... - Listen, Namit...

Prime Minister has given consolation to the people of the nation that...

Pick up the phone.

Bloody hell man, these servants!

I'm going to fire them today. On top of it, driver is also not there today.

Uday.

I'm waiting for since evening. It's been 3-4 hours. She hasn't come as yet.

I'll cover that hostage crisis if it shoots up.

No, that's what I'm thinking. I'm not going to hang around here.

I think someone is coming.

I think she's here. There's light. I think it's her, I don't know.

Nothing, buddy.

Let's see, it's okay if this madam recognises me.

- Two minutes. - Oh.

I'm so sorry.

- I'm so sorry. - Hey.

Oh God, take care of it.

Look, I'm really sorry.

I'm very sorry.

Who are you and what are you doing outside my house?

Oh, that was today!

- Yes, it was today. - Oh God.

You're mad. Why are you standing outside?

Not me, my editor is mad who has sent me here.

- I'm sorry. - It doesn't look like.

Come on, I'll do something about your nose.

- Don't you have a driver, ma'am? - He is on leave.

- And as it is, I like to drive. - I can see that.

- I can see that. - Welcome.

- Come, let's do something about this first. - Are you on leave?

Why weren't you answering my call?

Sorry, ma'am, I couldn't hear it.

Okay, hold this. Now go home, come tomorrow.

Come.

Yes, I'm little busy right now.

Yes, I know it's frightening.

I can't talk right now. I'll call you back.

- Otherwise you call up tomorrow. - Bye, darling.

Hello, I'll call back.

Sorry about that.

I don't know about you, but I'm felling better now.

I'll get fresh and be back in just 2 minutes.

Why don't you make yourself comfortable?

Have a drink.

Showing sympathy towards the injured...

...Government will take care of all the injured persons and their families.

And it will take all the necessary steps to take good care of them.

These attacks are pre-planned.

This attacks are related to our nation's...

Okay.

Let's start from the beginning.

As you all know, I'm Tara.

Your phone.

Not interested.

These phones never stop ringing.

I can't tell you how much they harass.

By the way, my name is Rohan Kaushal. You may have...

Why haven't I met you ever?

I know almost all the journalists of show business.

Bollywood reporters...

- ...lower than the vultures.

We don't have showbiz desk here, ma'am.

It's there, which is run by Rajiv Chawla.

Or the one who used to run it. The one who died by aids.

Hmm.

He used to run cultural section.

Okay, so now you're going to handle it, right?

So, he had sent you here!

Let's hope you don't walk into his foot steps.

Excuse me, ma'am.

No one has sent me.

I've come here on my own, by my own wish.

They say that you're a wild cat, ma'am. Excuse me.

I believe that if I can handle terrorists...

...then who are you?

After all, I'm a war correspondent.

The incredible Rohan Kaushal.

Okay.

So you're that Rohan Kaushal, hmm?

The Iraq reports, Afghanistan.

- Yes. - I know.

Not bad, you read as well.

Yes.

But you should have been at the town, right?

That terrorist attack.

You think this, I think this, but my editor's mind is filled with rubbish.

He wishes that I take your interview. It's a challenge, you know.

Miss silicone.

And you're above all these rubbish things, right?

Any doubt?

You only think, blasts are going on in every corner of the city.

Government is about to collapse.

And I've come here to take your interview...

...who doesn't know anything, but thinks herself to be great.

You're right.

Don't do it. Fuck off.

If you would have been my daughter, then I...

Oh daddy, so strict!

I like bossy men a lot.

Bossy men!

Interesting start for an article.

You should go and cover the hostage crisis.

You're repeating yourself. You had said this earlier also.

Brilliant, breaking news.

Tara, the super star says...

...that she can trap them.

Fantastic.

Don't be sick, Mr. Kaushal. This incident is very serious.

You're that award winning journalist, right?

Then go, cover it.

The wars that I've covered...

...the lives that I've seen getting over...

...that is nothing.

Now it's only you!

You're serious, you're focused.

They are focused.

Shall we go for the interview now, ma'am?

So, I should take pity on a great reporter like you, hmm?

You just say yes.

Do you know...

...how many men have tried to make me say yes?

I'm not talking about that kind of yes.

Then you don't find me beautiful.

It's not like that, but you're not my type.

And what's your type, Mr. Kaushal?

Well, someone who can speak intelligent...

...can talk something intelligent, that type...

Love it, more insults.

You really want this interview, is it?

What's the matter?

No interview, no job, right?

You want to stay away from Afghanistan matter.

Or you want to do that which no one has been able to do till date.

I can hear desperation in your voice.

Fantastic.

Can understand what's in a person's mind, heart just by hearing the voice. Good.

May be.

Sit.

Don't sit.

I forgot my travel bag in the haste.

It's in the car.

Do you mean 'fetch'?

I mean 'fetch'.

All right.

We're continuously showing you the direct relay of the terrorists attack to you.

As you can see on your TV screen...

...police has surrounded the building from everywhere.

Just now...

What are you looking at?

What are you doing?

- I'm taking madam's bag inside. - Hmm?

I'm taking madam's bag inside.

To arrest the terrorist as soon as possible...

...and to bring out safely the people stuck inside.

- Yes, but... - Madam's mood is not good today.

- Okay, I know. This bag... - She's very angry.

Yes, I know. I'm taking the bag inside.

- I'm taking it inside.

Hey, where did these people come from? Just to irritate me.

Your bag, ma'am.

Your phone's ringing.

Expecting?

This will be a really big scoop.

No, it's just to remind my own self...

- You're having a lot of time.

Your phone.

I don't feel like talking to anyone.

Except me.

May be.

You should have been in films.

Your acting is not that bad.

Oh.

Give my bag.

You mean 'fetch'?

Yes.

That's more like it.

Now tell me, why me?

Ah.

You know why.

After war reporting and Hillary Clinton's interview...

...hell of a change, right?

It was you only, right?

Yup. Your phone.

If you insist.

Hello, yup.

I'm little busy right now.

Did you talk to Farukh?

No?

You don't worry much.

Call me once you speak to him.

Hmm. Bye, darling.

- Beautiful. - Sorry?

The view from here. Sea can also be seen.

Yes.

Until these waves do not throw dead bodies, dead animals...

...and our garbage back on the shore, till that time.

Does this disturb you?

I know you do war reporting.

And you are used to all this now.

But Does not entire India disturb you, Mr. Kaushal?

That's interesting.

What were you saying? Can you repeat that...

...dead animals, garbage, sea...

- ...finding entire India disturbing... - Oh.

Did I say something interesting?

- Really? - Hmm. - Did I? - Hmm.

But I'm madam silicon, right?

Do you remember?

You answer my question first.

Is this all a negligible matter for you?

What?

Destruction, bombs, bullets.

People becoming dead bodies.

It's a job.

- Hey you. What's you got there? - No, I'll take this.

In a moment, a young soldier of 20 years of age...

...who was a kid only...

...talks to me about his parents.

And in the next moment, a bullet comes from somewhere and hits him.

Oh.

That is shocking.

Depression sets in later, but...

...but I get depressed without getting shocked also.

How?

- Watching your films. - Oh.

Everyone does over acting.

I mean that everyone does over acting.

Idiots.

So, according to you, I'm one of those idiots.

Miss Tara Malhotra, read my lips.

I've come here to know the reality.

Good.

Did you like this place, Mr. Kaushal?

It's not bad for a girl from a small town, right?

Hmm, it's expensive.

- How did you come here? - By train.

Very funny. I mean how did you come here and why?

I worked as a secretary.

You worked as a secretary, means acting dragged you towards itself...

...without any couch... I mean ouch...

...without producer, director or actor's help?

You know what I mean.

Yes?

I reached till her on my own, with my hard work, with my talent.

I can see the fruits of hard work.

You can say that.

Because to buy this house...

...I had work in horrible films for full 2 years.

What if your co-actor, director hears 'horrible'?

Everyone knows this rubbish.

- We get paid to make people cry. - Hmm.

Sentimental fools.

Wrong thing, not behind the back.

Everything is fair in love and war.

I don't know the rule of this game.

Because we don't have show business.

How sad!

It is sad, indeed.

Smoking kills.

Tobacco causes cancer.

Not funny.

Yes, it's not funny.

Government gives permission to common man to buy death.

Would you wish this interview to be serious?

Let's see.

How much is the difference between public Tara and private Tara?

And if you're smart enough then you'll write about that Tara...

...who is icon of free Indian women.

Specially the 13 year ones, who don't have yet...

The silicon?

- Don't be disgusting. - Morals.

Okay, then I'll present you as an innocent and good person.

Okay?

It's such a lowly thing...

...small girls get kidnapped and used as sex objects in this country.

And I've heard that...

...girls from good families are also involved in it.

Are you serious?

I'm always serious.

Yes, reporters are always serious.

Beggars don't have shame, actors don't have morals.

World keeps going on. Cycle of Dharma...

Hmm, absolutely.

I had seen you giving interview to CNN from Iraq.

And saying this...

...that, as a reporter from a neutral country...

...I'm capable of saying some such facts of the war...

...that an American journalist can't even see.

Interesting!

My God!

You saw it and you understood it, too.

I'm proud of that interview.

What are you doing here actually?

I'm running my house. Bread and butter, you know.

Hmm.

One more lie, last destination.

The thing is that, that I had thought that you'll come under my charm...

...or you'll be impressed by my talks and then you'll... with me... You know.

Keep on dreaming.

- Phone. - Sorry.

Hello. Hi, sweety.

That tarrot? Did he tell this?

What are you doing in between all this?

Tara thinks that she's beautiful, virtuous and innocent.

But she's totally opposite.

That was my hair dresser.

He told me to tell you this...

...that I'm nothing without my hair.

Is your hair dresser tarrot card reader?

- And do you believe in all these things? - Don't you believe?

What would you like to know about yourself?

Who am I?

Aquarian.

Mr. Kaushal, all the newspapers print my birthday and they celebrate it, too.

You would have liked to become something else.

It's called acting.

And I'm sure, you'll get to see more in future.

Oh, lucky me! Wait.

I can see something. New city...

Railway platform... lovely nights...

A handsome boy...

...who says that he's a social worker.

And he takes you somewhere to see the orphans.

Next.

Next... I'm breaking the link. The link is being broken.

But yes.

Shouting, chaos, bloodshed.

And your last job.

What are trying to say? Hmm?

Just that...

...I can see everything, your today, tomorrow and day after tomorrow.

All the girls like to know about their past and future...

...if it's flattering, isn't it?

You're right.

You know what, I enjoy listening to the lies about me.

Hmm.

Come on, say more lies about me.

You look very beautiful while lying.

Okay, over.

I've decided.

No more insults.

Come on, let's start over again, okay?

Sure.

Yes.

It seems...

...you've done very nice preparations for this interview.

You must have seen my films, staying up all night.

For the research.

Why would I see your films?

All are the same. Boy meets girl.

Girl does drama, they fall in love.

Little skin, little song.

The usual classic nonsense, hmm?

- Really? - Really.

Really really?

- Do you treat all men like this? - No.

Only those who don't do their home work properly.

Your films are made to make fool of people, right?

Wrong.

An award winning Indian journalist...

...is insulting the entire Indian society.

Their thinking.

And of their way of expressing themselves.

Not them, but you're a fool.

Of course.

What do you think that people go to watch your great acting?

- Or your... - Okay, I feel bad about that.

But, you know what, because of this only, Mr. Kaushal...

...I've to talk to a great reporter like you.

It's your silicon.

Wrong.

I've got it in heritage.

Grandma's genes.

Hello?

I'm not that bad either, right?

And my thin waist...

I know now you want to touch me.

You want to touch me more. Hmm.

You're having misunderstanding. There's no point in talking any more.

Absolutely right.

I'm sure you know the way out.

Please see the DVD.

And if there's any comment, then call me up.

And this is my card.

Watch the DVD and give me a call for your comments.

Idiot.

Hello? No, darling, not to you.

No. Yes, he is family.

- Yes, I'm little busy right now. - Bitch.

Terrorists have barged in the building and taken people as hostages.

Policemen have surrounded the building.

Some blasts were heard almost 10 minutes back.

- Is it done? - Hmm.

- Are you leaving? - Yes, I'm leaving.

- This is madam's bag. - No, this is my bag.

No, it's madam's bag.

It's my bag.

Continuous shooting is going on.

Because of the blasts, one portion of the building...

- Why are you going back? - I left something inside.

Entire portion is on fire.

This is the biggest terrorist attack of our nation.

The fire spreading very fast.

My stuff is left inside. You sit.

There was smoke first after the blast.

And in no time, the fire spread into that entire part of the building.

We're...

Now you've started fighting!

Don't be silly.

So have you come back to apologise?

No, I've come to take my tape recorder.

This is a very foolish thing for a reporter.

Well, I'm waiting.

Waiting? For what?

Apology?

You must be out of your head.

First, you make me wait for hours.

Then when I was taking your interview, ...

...you start talking to your hair dresser over the phone.

Forgive me.

I'm not some prime minister or a mathematics professor.

But I know this much for sure that they give Nobel Prize for such figure as well.

Come in.

Oh.

Why don't you pretend this time that I'm a somebody...

- Hmm. - ...whom you really want to interview.

Okay, give me a moment.

Did you always want to be a film star?

I mean, is this your best shot?

No, you're just warming up.

Would you have asked such a question to American High Command?

Not at all.

So, is this my level?

Do you want me to talk to you on that level...

...then I would have asked you that, even after knowing everything...

...why they are unable to control the terrorists.

Good, now ask me.

Why a young and intelligent girl like you does such rubbish films?

You're repeating yourself, Mr. Kaushal.

You're insulting India, I'm protecting cinema.

You know what, then you accept your defeat. Next.

May be you're afraid of doing challenging roles.

Or money is everything for you...

You simply don't have the sense of good and bad.

You don't even know the rules.

You're like a child at a funeral.

You mean I'm out of touch?

See it like this. Billions of people watch my films.

Yes!

They like it. They even pay for it.

That all is wrong, and you're right.

Have you ever seen a herd of flies?

They eat dog shit, I don't.

Okay, I admit that you asked something sensible to me.

Am I a good actress?

I don't know.

Do I want to be a good actress?

A real actress?

For whom people like Satyajit Ray also write roles.

Yes.

So...

Hmm.

- Can I ask you a question? - Sure.

- What's your age? - Forty-ish.

- Shall we say 47? - Hmm.

I'm 25 years old.

I'm a star.

May be I'm not that talented.

But I've worked very hard to reach here, Mr. Kaushal.

Do you know what all you press people write about me?

Without knowing anything... Tara sleeps with X.

It changes into Y in the next week.

Then Z, and then again X.

Understand?

You may be having a daughter of my age.

How will you feel if the press treats your daughter like this?

Okay, let's believe that I'm your daughter.

By the way, do people like you have daughters?

Hmm.

We do have.

What may be her age?

She would have been 22.

Would have been? Means?

At the age of 17 years...

I'm sorry.

Hmm, how would you know? It's not your fault.

Can I use your wash room, please?

- Yes, it's over there. - Thank you.

Hello?

I couldn't talk. Yes, of course, I know. Yes, lucky, right?

Did you speak with Devika?

Oh... is she... No...

Okay. Listen, darling. I can't talk right now.

I'm giving one interview. Just someone, some one rubbish.

Yes, I've had alcohol.

- And that's the reason, that... - Shreya is dead.

My wife was driving the car. She hit a tree.

And you?

I was in Iraq, for an assignment.

I was counting the dead bodies.

20, 25, 50, 75... and then this one.

How did you come to know?

Your phone.

Why aren't you answering my question?

Why don't you pick up your call?

Everyone wants to know if I'm a hostage or not.

So, I'm not. So, now please answer the question.

I had got a call in that bunker where I used to stay.

It was early morning.

I was in bed, intoxicated, with someone.

Yes, some of us do that.

We pay for company.

So that we can forget this never ending bloodshed for some time.

Shreya is dead.

My wife said this much only.

As if nothing has happened. Are you drunk?

- Shreya died. - Yes, I've had alcohol.

I said no.

And that's the reason that... That she's dead.

You've had alcohol. What do you want?

And she shouted, Yes, I've had.

And that's the reason that she's dead.

That's it.

Sorry, I'll switch it off.

No, please take your phone.

Yes.

Hi, babe. Shoot is over just now.

- I've to take this. - Yes.

Thank God.

When? Did he say that?

Darling, you should think what's best for you.

My doctor has said that no shooting for a few days.

Darling, give priority to yourself, just once.

Hey Tara, don't worry. This is... I mean...

No, you've to.

No, you'll have to do it.

We've talked about this many times.

Please, listen to me. You'll have to give priority to yourself.

It's only about you, not about anyone else.

Don't worry, babe. It was just tiredness.

Love.

People say that women sleep to get love.

And men love to sleep with.

I don't want that man.

I feel disgusting when he sleeps with me.

I feel disgusting when he touches me.

My hatred has become a craze.

Neha, I know...

I was also little upset when she said this.

Of course, it's all right to be upset.

I'm upset too.

I think only about death whenever I think about him.

Death.

Death everywhere.

I can see only death.

Even when he sleeps with me...

...I can feel only death.

I can feel death everywhere.

I live only death, I sleep only death.

Okay, Tara, I'm straight away going to sleep.

But we can't fall asleep.

I'll tell Ashish...

...to prescribe you some sleeping pills.

Thanks, Tara.

Be brave. Don't think about the others.

Okay? Don't worry, okay.

Whether be it the terrorists inside the nation or outside...

...we won't let such circumstances arise...

...in which the terrorists can create havoc for our citizens.

It's obvious that the organisations who did these attacks...

- ...their roots are from outside the country. - Rohan...

- Yes. - And their motive...

- ...will you please change the channel? - ...is only one.

- ...to AB. - ...to spread the terror in our country.

The star of the stars, Hero number Zero...

...today we're in the house of Rohan Kaushal.

You get dirty.

- Rohan. - Yes.

Will you please tell me...

...have you done silicon implants?

Yes.

Oh, why have you done silicon implants?

Well, you know, my breasts were very small earlier.

So small, that my parents started looking for girls for my marriage.

That's when I felt that my breasts should be bigger.

So that I can get big roles in big films.

Very nice.

Now about your physical relationships.

I've heard that now a days something is cooking between Anshul and you.

Well...

One more question, Rohan. How is Anshul?

What do you mean?

I mean, in bed.

Oh, you're naughty.

He's okay.

- So so. - One more question, Rohan. - Sure.

What's behind the blouse?

My heart, you know.

Heart, beating heart.

Please, tell us.

Be a sport.

Your sexy image has become a craze all over India.

Women are jealous of you.

Girls want to be like you.

And if kids see you, then their hunger wakes up.

So, come on.

Be a real patriot. Just one glimpse.

Okay, my dear. I'll show you, okay.

But just once, okay?

But don't tell anybody, and sensor it, okay?

Yes.

See this. Did you?

Hmm, like it?

Look.

Silicon knives looked.

Gosh!

I didn't know. I'm sorry.

That looks nasty.

What had happened?

Nothing.

Hand grenade.

It's not that serious.

Iraq war. Hand grenade. Shrapnels.

I'm sorry. Let's talk.

Okay, come on.

How do you find living, being so beautiful?

How does a flower know how beautiful it is!

Wow.

Okay, I'll ask from a different point of view.

How much beauty mean to you?

I'm not a star without this, what people call beauty.

Interesting. What if you would have been ugly?

- Then I could have been a news reporter.

Funny.

Is being a reporter an important part of your personality?

Please tell, how important it is to you!

It makes me who I'm.

Better than me.

So, your work makes you better than real Rohan.

Yes.

I don't think so. You're ill-mannered, rude and frustrated human being.

And a failure also, up to a certain extent.

I would have been a complete failure if I would not have been a journalist.

- Is it? - Hmm.

So, a 47 years old man is sitting here in front of me...

Hmm.

Who is taking the interview against his wish, of a blown up film star.

Doesn't it prove that you're a failure?

Yes, I'm a failure.

The same failure whose daughter died.

And I was on the bed of an unknown women intoxicated.

I'm the same failure...

...who drinks because...

...I see a death every day while doing war reporting.

Meaningless death.

Death has become the part of my life.

And do you know...

...all the reasons given for a war are false.

Pain doesn't lessen by drinking.

Because the bloodshed continues.

And it becomes personal suddenly.

She was my daughter.

Understood?

By the way, I can tell you a lot of stories.

More real than your films.

And truer than reality shows.

And my writing doesn't make any difference also.

Because no one is going to print it.

Now a days, they just want sex, nudity.

Politics under the pretext of religion, caste.

Good Lord!

At least you're lucky.

Because they love you.

Even though they are jealous of you, but they love you.

I wish I could believe anything that you said.

You are the actor.

Whom are you fooling? Hmm?

I had felt the pain in your voice only once.

When you told me...

...that nothing that you write, gets printed now a days.

It's possible that you may be a rubbish reporter in reality.

Yes, I'm a rubbish reporter.

I don't even know what should I ask you, from where should I start.

If I would have been your daughter...

...then what would you have asked me? Hmm?

I would have asked you... I would have said...

...that I'm happy with your success.

Then this would be a touching family scene.

Just a father and his daughter, talking.

But I'm not your daughter, isn't it?

But there is always a possibility? Hmm.

I don't know what you mean.

But you're not my daughter.

She's dead.

As you can hear, the shoot out is still going on.

The relatives of the people stuck inside, are very scared.

Even after the continuous tries...

What's going on?

We've come to know just now that in the encounter with the terrorists...

...our one commando has fallen to martyrdom.

They killed one more.

This is the live coverage, brought to you in your homes...

Hello, Namit?

Namit...

Are you watching... Are you listening to me?

I've stayed in their camp for one month.

I can get you exclusive.

You sent 6 people. I alone can do it.

I can reach there in an hour.

Yes, I'm with Tara. You know, it's rubbish, Namit...

- Namit, are you... Oh God. - So, I'm rubbish!

Yes, you're rubbish.

I mean, you're not rubbish. I mean...

Yes, you're.

Compared to the situation, this is rubbish.

You're absolutely rubbish.

Do you know, when you were shouting at that man...

...you were sounding just like my father.

My heartfelt greetings to your father.

- For God's sake. - I'll tell him some day.

Will you please change the channel to MTV? I mean, American MTV.

No, Ashish, I can't talk right now.

I'm still giving interview.

You don't believe in love.

Being a cheat is everything to you.

There's no one except you. It's only you.

I don't know. Can't say anything.

Yes, sir.

Please, don't worry. I'll make it right.

No, sir, there's this little goof up, but...

Please, sir, trust me this one time.

I'm keeping the phone now.

I won't be able to do it. So what?

I'm expert at crying if I may say so myself.

I cry minimum 2 or 3 times in my each film.

Would you like to see?

It's no easy, okay?

See...

Try to do. See.

I can do it right now and show you.

See.

See.

I'm seeing smiling for the first time.

You look very beautiful while crying also.

All boys tell me the same.

And then try to come closer to me.

And then I scare them.

It's like they are putting their hand in the fire.

Would you like to try me?

See, don't even go there.

It's humiliating, for me.

You're really very beautiful.

But you've seen only outer side.

And what I've seen...

...God bless, it's very nice.

Don't be vulgar.

Men see only outer beauty.

Some times I feel like an old used wall...

...who has been pissed on by too many men.

Then what's inside?

You're here now. Did you see anything inside?

Or you've eyes just for this! One second.

Have it.

Good for you.

Hmm.

- So, you forgot about terror attack! - No.

I didn't forget.

This will go on. It has always been.

War is a business.

Journalists are dependent on it, remaining world as well.

Like a wolf...

...who likes death.

Hmm, but not its own.

Do you do drugs?

Not really.

- You? - No.

Then why did you ask?

I like you and I don't wish...

...you to get stuck in such matters.

Rubbish.

But still, how touching!

Daddy, so much love, so much care, such a big change!

I'll tell you.

If I wouldn't have been taking drugs...

...then I wouldn't have felt anything.

Leave all these things.

- Let's switch on to hostage crisis. - No.

I want to know more about your way of thinking.

What about your so called real world?

I'm from a dramatic world, right?

More then necessary tears, more than necessary love...

...which is never there in real life.

Have you heard about Rabindranath Tagore?

Hmm.

We're playing now.

This, which we call the real world, let's forget it now.

Some people forget it forever.

Why don't some people get both?

Your real world, my dreamland.

See, everything is possible in my world.

You're tied to only one life.

But there are thousands of lives to live in my world.

It's called art which you don't know. I'm sorry.

And do you know that?

The Mr. Kaushal, the expert on the art of dying.

Mystery of war! Attractive.

Is this the only thing that makes men attractive?

Some times.

This is not the answer to my question. What is that thing that makes men attractive?

A scar.

Why?

Because every woman has a mark.

It's the identification of their pain, their wound.

Self pity!

This is a sign of a natural opening to…

Don't be such a man, I didn't mean that.

I meant their spirits.

I know what you mean. You want to say...

...your wound talks to mine, telepathy.

You mean to say...

...your scar is responding to mine.

You didn't follow me, isn't it?

You are entrapped in death.

Can you tell me are you an expert in seducing men or not?

I am not going to seduce you Rohan.

You know what...

...I am not interested in sleeping with you.

Why do you feel I am interested in sleeping with you?

- Really! - Yes.

Really!

So, you like we say in Mumbai...

...are happy and gay.

Oh sorry, I forgot about your wife and daughter.

But how does that matter?

We all know there are many family men...

...who love their driver...

...or the child who works at their homes...

...who is an adopted one.

No! You are not the one.

The brave bullet proof reporter.

You are too good for a bimbette like me.

One thing is clear you are not interested in love and sex.

Not at all with men.

I think this is a great article, we will use the rumor.

That miss 'x' and Tara are running an affair.

Very spicy.

What do you do in the bed, whether you use a..

Why don't you stop it!

Just stop it! Had enough of your nonsense.

Do your bloody interview.

Cut it man! Cut it!

There is no camera here.

Keep your drama for those who pay you.

Do you want to hear something serious? I will tell you.

You are not born in a house which was filthy rich.

We aren't talking about Rabindranath Tagore.

I will begin but I know...

...you will attract it to you and then it will be self-pity.

I can get a prostitute by paying rupees fifty on the road of Afghanistan.

But I don't pity myself nor does she pity herself.

Tell me, do you really pay for it?

- Pathetic! - Pathetic!

Do you want to know about pathetic, I will tell you. Listen!

I come back from the battlefield, seeing the dead bodies.

On the road of Afghan I pick up a prostitute.

I talk to her the entire night.

Politics, poetry, then I take to her to my room.

I come to know in the room that she is he.

And she starts telling me about herself.

Then I come to know what do people do to be alive.

You remind me of her.

The difference is she is more honest than you.

I feel I know that lady in Afghan for rupees fifty better.

I can understand her better.

But not a beautiful actress like you.

But at least that girl taught me the truth.

Hey, what is this drama?

This wasn't my intention.

Let's talk about poetry and politics.

See you are a clever girl.

Thank you, daddy.

Daddy, can I trust you for anything?

Tell me.

Only thing is you weren't there...

...when I needed you the most.

Were you there my loving daddy?

I was twelve years old.

For God’s sake.

I was about to slap you I thought you...

...were talking about my dead daughter.

Okay, I can do that as well.

Daddy!

When because of my drunkard mother, I was about to die...

...and you too were drunk and were sleeping with someone.

Very clever!

I am not going get trapped by you.

I know you want me to hit you.

Try something else.

Do you need a director or a script.

You need someone to tell you what to do...

...so that your brains can function.

Prostitute!

Who takes money from people for their entertainment.

I like when you call me a prostitute.

For I feel you can love only a prostitute.

May be.

My friend did so.

Laila was a spy who kept coming to an American bar.

Amer always dated girls earlier.

But this one sang Hindi movie songs.

And she said...

...she does all this to look after her siblings.

Which was a lie.

Would go mad.

Listen to me.

Love is crazy!

Both planned to elope from Afghanistan.

But when she was about to elope...

...a Taliban caught Laila.

Aamir searched Laila a lot.

He was scared.

He was waiting for the message or call from Talibans.

He was a local butcher.

First that butcher shared her with his men.

Then he used her.

Then she cut her stomach...

...removed her unborn baby of eighteen weeks.

And sent it to Aamir in a pot.

And do you why was she treated so?

For even he loved her.

And he sent her to bar...

...to get information.

It made no difference to her to sell her body for information.

The motive of the Taliban was...

...a fight.

Laila was just a woman having a lose character.

Also she has betrayed him.

Taliban felt Laila sold his secrets to Aamir.

He told Laila everything about what he did to her unborn child.

Then explained her nicely...

...I want you to kill your Indian friends.

If you don't do so, I will do it myself.

After I will kill you...

...and then your parents and your siblings too.

The whole family.

Your entire family will be killed.

One day Laila called on our field phone.

She escaped them.

She was coming to meet us in the American bar.

Where we met first.

- We went there. - 'Laila, are you alright?'

- He came inside. - 'Are you okay? Are you alright?'

I will give you. Give me a double.

Double.

No soda please.

Laila!

I understood seeing her there is some trouble.

She had been drugged.

She was afraid in her eyes and a passion to kill.

My friend couldn't see it.

I went to the door.

Laila!

In this way journalism made Rohan Kaushal a better man.

Do you understand?

What a story.

Would you like a drink?

No thanks.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

I feel you must have something.

I forgot.

Can I use your couch please!

- Please my guest. - Sure.

You asked me a valid question for the first time.

Can I lay on a sofa alone.

Make yourself at home.

Do you have some pill?

You are getting good at this.

Another good question.

- Could you shut the light please? - Why not.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh God.

Here.

Yes.

One day when I was twelve or thirteen...

...my friend was in my dad's room.

My dad came in and touched my friend.

And asked her to have a bath with her.

I went inside thinking dad went out.

I didn't do anything I hid like a coward.

I knew my best friend was unable to move out of fear.

I even knew she had seen me seeing her.

Yes, she never mentioned this to me.

Not that day and never again.

It is awful.

I know it is awful.

I was bad but it makes you bad too.

What about your friend?

We are still good friends.

And your friend Aamir?

I think I told you about it.

I don't think so.

I kept talking about myself.

Aamir was kept in an asylum.

He was on a watch for twenty-four hours.

I used to go to meet him.

Still, he tried to kill himself four times.

And in the end..

At least he had a good friend.

It was guilt that's the reason I visited him.

Do you realize how selfish person you are?

I don't fool people the way you do with your dramas.

This doesn't mean you become hopeless..

- May be. - Why?

Because the bastards have come to the Earth.

It is the Kalyuga.

Hello!

No, he is here.

Wow you are a mind reader.

Exactly nasty and very boring.

Why don't you bore him?

Telling him what he doesn't want to know.

Okay, sure.

The whole way.

Will call back when it works.

Bye!

Mr. Kaushal my friend says I must co-operate you.

I just stop beating around the bush.

So, your question please.

Do you want to be a sex symbol, a role model?

Look Mr. Kaushal...

...you consider Hindi films and the heroines.

Mother India, Bandini...

...Hare Rama Hare Krishan.

It is not that they weren't beautiful.

But their motive was to show that reality...

...which was changing.

Their characters reflected their society and their mind set.

Like me.

The role of women is cast by the productive functions of society.

We are passing by the same phase.

But speedily.

Where did you read this?

Where?

The thing we were talking about is a post Maxus theses.

Very dry.

I read theory of drama a lot.

We were talking about Rabindranath's theory of nature before.

Too many words. Aren't you talking too much.

Samel Petit says...

...drama is not in the words told...

...but in the hidden meaning.

The conjunctions of the sarial which conjure the human condition.

One second.

I know you are an actress you can...

...memorize your lines, let's talk about you.

Hello!

Hi sweetheart.

So? Is it working?

It's working.

Yes.

Love it. Love it.

He is angry. Thanks a lot.

Bye!

We have just seen a shadow.

This is a shadow of a terrorist.

Look at that boy, look at him.

I think he lives in Pakistan.

There is no dream factory there.

There is no entertainment industry there.

By which he can make a parallel world for himself.

Finally, he accepts terrorism in the name of fight.

At least my films have saved our youngsters from wandering.

They are taught to dream.

Do you think I am going to take you seriously?

I stepped in your territory, isn't it?

Terrorism, Jihad only Rohan Kaushal knows about it.

Now are you getting angry?

What the hell am I doing here? I should be out there, I am playing with you.

Fine, let me tell you before I leave.

How did you come here?

- By plane. - A plane.

Suppose I say you are lying.

You came here not as a secretary.

You are involved with a criminal gang then?

Next, this is a good script.

Further, a young girl comes to a city by train.

She falls in love with a boy.

Who is into a business of kidnapping kids.

Beautiful kids are put to business and...

...ugly kids are sent to roads by chopping their hands.

When it was happening you don't know it was being filmed.

Are you serious?

You know what I am talking about, watch it please.

Watch it.

Kabaddi! Kabaddi!

Hey!

Come on, no more fights.

Come on.

- Bye. - Bye.

Did you like my friends?

Why were you giving all that to them?

They have nothing.

I have little and they all are orphans sweetheart.

Hence.

You wanted to win their confidence.

- Why? - Give me a break!

Do you know give it sometime, you will know all.

After all this is Mumbai.

Come on.

Your laughter will end if I send this to press and television.

Sure.

Laugh!

Is it done?

There are many things sweetheart.

The picture is still not over.

There is more more more. Wait.

There is more, there is more, there is more, here you go.

What happened, what is your problem?

I have no problem and I don't want to talk to you.

Did you see?

What sort of bad things a girl needs to do in a city.

So many art films.

She put all efforts in the film.

She felt she is Sayajeet Ray.

Poverty, selling kids.

A new girl in the city.

All hard-hitting socialist cinema.

He wanted one thing for me to do...

...like you saw we didn't do it.

But even a man...

How are you all?

We are good brother.

How are you?

Make it.

He is the same, he changed his name when he got exposed.

This is for you.

I was working as an editor with Prashant Ghosh.

He would have been the biggest documentary film maker in India.

I didn't get it.

Means you are saying he is dead.

No, he is alive.

I saw him in Marriot few days back.

- Okay. - It has been eight years.

Do you know he still comes to me.

And asks me if I would like to complete the film.

He will send it to the international film festival.

All nonsense.

Wasn't he the same who gave you this clip?

Oh my dear Mr. Kaushal...

...I hope you didn't have to pay a lot for it.

Those people got cameras...

Yes.

They killed Prashant Da.

The remaining tapes.

All that is lost I could just save this one.

Tara...

...was a new girl in town.

The same old story.

Girls come to the cities with big dreams...

...they will trap someone first and then get trapped.

Drugs, business of selling kids...

...prostitution it's the same bloody story over and over.

Early to then super star Tara now.

Yes, I know I am sitting on a gold mine.

And if your paper...

I...

- ...need a master clip and DVD. - What are you doing?

What is this? What are you doing?

What are you thinking? The offer is simple.

Okay.

Master clip please.

Thanks.

Oh!

I forgot.

You got trapped in the sting operation and hidden camera.

A smart war reporter...

...who was fooled by someone form my filmy world.

Do you think I believe in all this?

Of course, you believed it.

You got this along to blackmail me.

Cinema Mr. Kaushal, cinema!

What is seen...

...is not always true.

What happened? What is your problem?

What stupidity?

I don't understand you.

- What happened? - What happened.

I need a drink now.

Let's go outside.

Forget the interview, let's have a drink.

What do you feel I will...

...go against you, not at all.

Even I like you just like others.

The beauty who loves to be adored by blind.

Cheers.

You float like a butterfly and sing like a bee.

Was worth.

Clashes clay the boxer.

Sometime back you...

...were you really crying?

You too feel pain, and sorrow like others.

I don't think you should have this kind of mask on your face.

You know what I mean. You don't need it.

Your secret is not so special.

We live, we fall in love.

I like what you say.

Keep saying.

Let the words flow.

It decreases pain.

You are sad and insecured.

When I am with you I can't understand insecurity.

I like it but do you mean it?

Oh!

And you have no problem in it.

Your eyes are saying I am the sexiest of all.

- Yes. - Are you sure.

We all lie.

We all lie.

You think films are fantasies?

- Films show fake purposely. - Is it?

Film depicts people in such as way that it is ruled by truth.

That is not the truth.

You talk about truth and honesty.

But what sympathy do you have for those hostages.

Who are behind the screen.

They live inside the box.

Or on the front page of your paper like characters.

The story of yesterday written by you.

Another filmy speech.

I consider this true.

Other than wife and prostitutes did you...

What?

Do you get it to make love.

- Stop playing games. - Sorry.

- You heard it. - You too.

- Tell me. - No!

Yes.

I don't consider all ladies prostitutes.

Some relations are of thirty years, some are for years.

Some are few hours.

What about the relations of twenty seconds?

I can do that.

- Would you like to kiss me? - No!

- Why not? - For you know...

- Really. - Yes.

- Really? - Of course.

- Why not? - Because...

...I won't be able to stop myself.

Just kiss me.

This won't happen.

- Kiss me. - Why?

Kiss me.

I hate you!

Why?

Because you are weak.

- The door. - Let it go to hell.

Why don't you open it?

For I know who it is.

If you know then let him come inside.

Look, he is my current fiance, a doctor.

- We are engaged for past two weeks. - Current fiance.

Two months. Open it now.

He will see that I was crying.

You know those were fake tears. Open the door.

- You know they weren't. - I don't know now open the door.

I am not going to open the door nor you.

Okay.

It's him.

He can listen to us.

Answer your phone, I will open your door. Let him break the door.

Is it?

Breaking news. Tara takes cocaine.

She was caught with another man despite of having a fiance.

She broke up with him.

It is good.

I won't call him bad, why didn't you open the door?

For I wanted that...

It was a good chance to get rid of me.

To drive me out if here.

Your hero would drive me out, I think he is still there.

No, he is very sensitive.

He will go and cry.

Why would I want anyone to disturb us.

I like to be treated like an idiot.

And you always know what I am thinking about.

In fact, what do all think.

And whatever you think that you know all...

...no one cares about it.

Hence your wife left you.

Your editor forced you for this work.

To get rid of you.

I must have definitely done bad to you.

Or are you just like other women..

Now I can follow all.

Rohan Kaushal not only hates me...

...but hates all species of women.

The man who never looked after his daughter...

...never loved his wife.

The prostitutes, you couldn't identify their beauty.

Poor thing.

All these talks are same old feminist dialogues from English novel.

Men hate women.

Wives are unglorified prostitutes.

Women are intelligent.

Women are rational.

Some women are great astronauts and some are great artists.

All is nonsense.

And you can't tolerate this. Why?

I can do it. The question is...

...can you tolerate it?

Do you remember I kissed you.

And do you know what I got?

Tell me.

Your mouth smells fake.

What the hell is this?

You kiss me.

Then you say you hate me.

Your fiance is at the door.

You refuse to open the door.

Your nonsense is fed in my tape recorder.

You say I lie and say nonsense stuff.

Yes, I lie.

I want to sleep with you.

But if you talk about friendship, it is not possible for me to do so.

Sleeping with you is different.

Friendship with you.

Did you notice one thing...

...I asked more questions than you.

And did you notice one more thing...

...I know how you will react on my statements.

You are my puppet.

I am the one who make you speak.

It's me who puts words in your mouth.

The only thing that you put in my mouth is your tongue lady.

Your problem.

But now I am about to confess.

I look something in you which even I have.

How does it matter, you won't be able to understand.

Man who doesn't like fight, not blood shed...

...innocent kids and women slaughter.

No one knows it Mr. Kaushal.

Not even the one who kill them. So, grow up.

I have seen not you.

You had told me...

...how you crawled through the heaps of dead bodies.

It was very touching.

You can talk about these things easily.

You are so bloody insecure.

Insecure! I will tell you what insecurity is.

Think a very nervous terrorist is standing aiming a gun on your head.

He questions you but in a different language.

Then you can hear the trigger.

And you can see his trembling fingers from the corner of your eyes.

This is called as being unsecured.

He is playing with your life.

And is trembling as if he has been aimed by a gun.

Now that's insecurity.

Not like deciding by you the clothes to be worn for the film fare night.

How will I do my hair or my eyes.

Do you understand?

Please now please okay.

Say whatever you want. I still have feelings.

Your arguments can't steal them from me.

Just the opposite.

I know you have feelings.

And words are not snatching your feelings they are just pricing you.

You can get unsecured for other things too.

- Like? - Relationships.

Either we really love someone or it is on for it is convenient.

Do you love Ashish?

Yes.

Who is lying now?

What do you mean?

You don't love Ashish.

How can you say that?

How can you say that a person is lying without evidence.

Ma'am, this is not a court.

I mean it.

I really love Ashish.

And I can say it confidently that you don't love Ashish.

- This is insane. - Is it?

Okay if you prove...

...that I don't love Ashish...

...then I will make you happy.

I will give you dreamland.

A night to remember.

I don't play gamble.

This is not gamble.

I really love Ashish.

Really?

Yes.

Okay.

Love!

I don't want that man, I hate it...

...when he sleeps with me.

I hate it when he touches me.

I hate the breath of his mouth.

Okay.

The color of his body. My hatred has become a passion for me.

Happy!

Now should we go to dream land?

Are you going to help me or should I help myself?

You are lucky we didn't bet.

You read my diary!

Are you a human or an animal?

What was that terrorist thinking?

If I were in his place I would press the trigger.

Now please get out of my house.

Sure, I got enough of spice.

Ashish, cocaine, diary.

And you know, and much more you know.

You are a great reporter. Congratulations.

Now please get out!

Read it for sure.

This will be printed above the hostage report.

It is obvious I am not going to print anything of this.

What do you think of me?

Then what are you going to write about me?

That you write hopeless poems.

Do you call them poems?

Isn't it very embarrassing?

Please go!

I am going.

I know whatever I did was not right.

I apologize.

I am really sorry.

Yes.

One last thing.

Do you know why do I like you?

For the diary.

There is some truth and depth in other passages.

Which made me think about you from a different perspective.

And do you feel I must trust this?

A sick compliment.

I feel you will read those passages to me now.

Death!

Death everywhere.

I can only see death.

I live death, I sleep death...

...when he is along I just feel death.

I can feel death everywhere.

Was this your last attempt to embarrass me?

I won't use anything of this.

I want to know the truth.

Why?

Why the same passages?

What did you think...

...when you wrote in your diary you can see death everywhere.

Why do you care?

I want to know for even I can sense death everywhere.

People like you do not feel.

Tara!

I have an offer for you.

If Tara tells me her secret...

...then she will decide if I can print in my article or not.

You will have the control of editorial.

Get out right now.

I wish you were dead.

You know I can destroy you.

I am already.

I just want to know why are you obsessed with death.

Even my daughter before dying wrote similar words.

I want to know what she had to say.

Why should I tell you that no one knows?

And I would like to forget all.

If you didn't wish me to know it...

...you won't t let me wait here.

What do you want to know about me Tara?

I have nothing as such.

I want to know the deepest secret in you.

Your deepest, darkest secret.

You have one.

Isn't it?

Yes, I have.

Let's exchange secret.

Fine, I agree.

I can't tell you easily.

I must read it from a diary.

Okay.

This is difficult.

Take your time.

Let's see, we may experience something.

I will read it to you. You will follow everything.

I know.

It is difficult.

Monday January 16th.

Today was the judgement day.

I got the medical reports.

Praveen, my doctor he said the results are not fine.

I have cancer.

I asked will I die.

Praveen didn't say anything.

Then I asked him again.

Am I dying?

Do we need more tests?

He was very sweet.

He asked do I need to know more.

I said tell me everything.

My breast must be removed. The left one for sure.

Is there any other way to escape?

No!

Is my career over?

Praveen said a 'no'.

I knew!

Has the cancer spread?

Tell me the truth.

He didn't reply.

What should I do?

Lead a healthy life.

No, I said.

Quit cigarette and alcohol.

I knew I won't be able to do so.

- How long will I live? - I have no idea.

Praveen said..

I am really sorry.

You don't have to be sorry.

We are mature adults.

I am feeling sad.

You won't be able to know this from anywhere.

Was this worth to be known?

I don't know.

People around me die.

Literally!

All those who were dear to me have died.

Probably even I may die by next year.

Don't say that.

Did you change your opinion about me?

I am ashamed for the way I treated you.

Leave it. Let it go.

Sheeta. She always calls me this time.

Answer the phone.

Talking to her may help you feel better.

Hi babes, yes.

I will leave.

Hang on. You wait.

I will call you back.

Does anyone else know about your secrets?

No one.

You can trust me.

What will you write about me?

Nothing, I must leave.

I knew we had a deal and now you are backing off.

It is irrelevant!

My story is nothing as compared to yours.

You swore upon your dead daughter.

Sit!

Sit!

Okay! Okay!

We will take all possible strict measures.

So that such terrorism...

Switch on to AV.

- ...won't be repeated. - Please!

'The safety of the citizens of our country.'

- You can start now. - 'for their safety.'

'We will take all possible steps..'

Let's listen to you story.

I swore on Shreya...

...I suppose I must speak.

I was coming back for Shreya's funeral.

In the plane my wound opened up and started to bleed.

I was taken to the hospital from the airport.

I couldn't go for the funeral.

I...

...kept thinking of Shreya being in hospital for many days.

A reporter came to meet me.

I came to know it was all my wife's fault.

She was drunk and was driving the car.

Finally, my wife came to meet me.

She said all is over in between us.

Whatever happened with me made no importance to her.

I came home after a week on getting discharged from hospital.

I came inside the house and there was nothing in there.

No furniture, the kitchen too was empty.

Not a single towel.

All pictures of Shreya went missing.

I found a note.

It was written, this is fine.

This is fine.

After a long search I found my wife in my friend's house.

She was drunk.

Was lying on a sofa.

She was too drunk to talk.

She was blabbering something.

That she should have died not Shreya.

Hello!

What's happening?

So, are you back?

I should have died, not Shreya.

Not Shreya!

I should have died, not Shreya.

Where are you taking me?

I should have died, not Shreya.

I should have died.

I took my old car.

I dragged her inside my car.

- And left from there. - I should have died, not Shreya.

I knew that place well.

I took the car to the jungle near a lake.

Where we went with Shreya.

I made my wife to sit on the driver's seat.

She was too drunk.

She wasn't in her senses.

No!

I jumped outside.

And pushed the car with her in the lake.

I kept seeing the car move in the lake slowly.

I knew she would die.

She was out cold.

I could remember stories about Kashmir and Afghanistan.

I told police we were drunk and hence met with an accident.

I told we were going to the hospital.

For my wound oozed out.

Whereas while sitting at the bank...

...I had eroded my wound.

I see you champ.

I didn't know if I had to kill her or not but had to take a revenge.

I was mad.

I could remember stories of Kashmir and Afghanistan.

I was in the hospital when her funeral took place.

The police investigated.

But they had no reason to prove me guilty.

Police even apologized to investigate me.

Psychiatrist said...

...I was under a post accidental stress.

Post-traumatic stress syndrome.

But does this mean...

...whatever that happened, I wasn't responsible for it?

In fact, yes.

I killed my wife.

I killed my wife.

It's getting late, I need to be alone.

Yes.

I want to take medicine now.

You must leave.

May I ask something?

What is more left to be said?

I know this will sound bad and weird.

But still, I want to tell you something.

What?

I really care for you.

I want to take my medicine now.

I think I must go now, I am leaving.

- It is better you go, we will meet again someday. - Bye.

Hi babes, yes tell me.

He is just leaving.

Yes, I will call you back.

One more thing.

Do you think we are similar?

We both don't believe in relations.

You are right there no comparison in relations.

But one always wins.

I hope today evening...

...you have won.

Can I win over death?

I don't think so.

Namith are you listening?

Namith!

Namith this is regarding Tara. Tara has cancer.

Yes!

Her career is over at the age of twenty-five.

It is malignant tumor, left breast.

Really man!

And there is lot of spicy stuff.

Sex, drug, hidden fiance.

Lot other things, I am coming there within an hour okay!

Just hang on!

Rohan!

I forgot to tell you something.

Can you see this?

I should have told you.

This is not my diary.

This is my friend Shita's diary.

She wasn't able to tell me.

Hence, she wanted me to read it.

She has cancer not me.

This card...

...is the same card which has your murder confession.

Which will be sent to the police.

The card which you have...

...has some of my true performances.

Never till this day so I heard...

...touch with angers, so distemper.

These are actors as I fore told you for all spirits.

And are melted into air into thin air.

Unlike the baseless fabric of this vision.

The cloud kept towers, the gorgeous palaces.

The solemn temples, the great globe itself.

All which inherit shall dissolve.

Unlike this insubstantial pageant faded.

Leave not a rag behind.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on.

And our little life is rounded with the sleeve.