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- Ma'am, five minutes. - Yeah.

Yeah, coming.

Your wife is calling. Answer it

How?

- My hands are full. - Yeah?

A huge round of applause for his royal highness

Dushyant Singh Rathore.

My lipstick's on your collar.

And my collar thanks you.

Patiala.

How are we today?

All good? Greetings. How lovely to see you!

Originally, I am from Rajasthan

but Patiala has always held a special place in my heart.

The Rathore house,

where I grew up.

Mr. Rathore posted it.

It has 12K reposts. Trending.

People are demanding National security act against Farhan and Reema.

- F****** publicity! - Excuse me.

Nothing. Where's the research on Duke Brothers and Jinglepur?

I'll fill you in on the way, ma'am,

but I truly cannot understand what you want to do.

Lots. You don't worry about that. Excuse me.

I have found all the papers and I am studying them and I'll get back soon.

Where are you going?

Go bother Sue. You really need some rest!

Forget that. Who will get Farhan and Reema out?

I'm sorry the PIL was rejected.

I told you Chaddha is a devious judge.

And Dushyant is another devious chap for sharing that video.

Dilbahar is helping with the forensics, so...

- Sir. - We're getting late, ma'am.

Shall we? Sorry, sir.

Where are you going, guys? I need all hands on deck.

It's a new client, Puneet. It's urgent.

Well, this is important too.

I'll be back by evening and sort out everything.

- Niharika. - I'll come back.

Niharika.

I need you on this one.

That's my boy Angad!

Mr. Maan Singh, the trophy is mine this time.

Wanna bet?

- Five. - Round figure. Ten lakhs.

Sure. Keep the money ready.

You are very funny. The loser has to pay up.

Get yourself a drink, Mr. Maan Singh.

Nice view!

Yes. Indeed.

Incidentally, I saw your fake video. Not very impressive.

Fake?

I hope it made its way through 10-12 phones

before coming to your phone from the edit studio.

What did your partner think of it?

He loved it.

He's sending it in for forensics.

What a waste of time! These activists!

Anyway, nevermind. Let's just enjoy the view.

Isn't it quite one-sided?

First time...

both teams are neck and neck.

I wasn't talking about the polo match.

You get so distracted by the view in your vicinity,

that you didn't even notice when your lawyers dropped the ball.

They turned the investment into a merger.

But it doesn't call for a merger.

The declared valuation of the Duke brothers is 3200 crores.

Which is almost as much as Jinglepur.

But, ma'am, seven years ago...

A ship sank at Dar-e-Salaam port in Tanzania.

There was only one thing in the ship's cargo.

Diamonds.

And guess who the mines belonged to?

- The Duke Brothers. - No. Mehta Brothers.

Three industrialist brothers from Cape Town.

They deal in diamonds. Legal and illegal, both.

On the face of it,

this has nothing to do with the Duke Brothers.

But the Duke sister...

This is a photo of Susan's wedding.

Duke family meet Mehta family.

Timothy's official Webpal account wasn't tagged in the photo.

In fact, @bobbyboy_24, a random account,

which was active on till 2015 had been tagged.

And it was only following two people.

Chris Duke and Bhuvan Mehta.

Let me guess.

- One of the Mehta Brothers. - Good boy! You're catching on.

Timothy used this private account of his to connect with Bhuvan.

Initially, Chris wasn't interested.

But how could he ignore such an amazing business opportunity?

Mehta brothers were cash strapped, just like Jinglepur.

The upside appeared to be in billions.

The only problem was that the ship didn't cross the river.

and the result of greed led to thousands of crores sinking to the seabed.

Doesn't that sound a bit too farfetched?

I mean, why would anyone leave their diamonds undersea?

Actually, that's the reason they tried to get it out in 2017

but the whole ship had disappeared.

To cover the diamond story, the Duke brothers have wasted 1500 crores.

Jaitley and sons have bound you to a sinking ship.

Sorry. Associates.

Conservative estimates loss about 1500-2000 crores

but there's no mention of it in their income tax returns.

Mr. Rathore, not if, but when the media learns of this

not even a scrap dealer will buy the Duke Brothers' shares.

It's possible that you are interested in dealing of scrap.

It is a loss.

I'd suggest, walk away.

You are my personal attorney,

not Jinglepur's.

Do you seriously think

you can bring me one night's unconfirmed research

and I would flush two years of my hard work down the drain?

Mr. Rathore, facts are facts.

Whether they are found in one night or not even in two years.

If I were representing you, I'd have investors queueing up.

I know you don't want to lose control of Jinglepur.

So, don't sell a single share.

Take my advice. Don't go through with the merger.

Take a cash influx.

Jinglepur's stocks will be mortgaged

but you can return that money in two years and stay king.

- Suresh. - Sir.

Top up for the lady and...

you don't look old enough to have anything stronger than beer.

18-year-old Glent with a cube of clear ice piece. Thank you.

Hardcore. Hardcore.

- I thought

after telling him the merger story,

you'd ask for something for the people of Earth N(e)xt.

You are a good researcher.

Someday you will be a good lawyer as well.

Maybe, someday, even a partner at Juris. But for now,

drink your whiskey, watch and learn to pick your battles.

- I'm happy, you're here. - Hey, happy to see you too.

- Of course. - Yes, yes, yes.

Hey, will you give me a second. I'll be right back.

- Sure. - Thanks.

- So, ladies?

One day you protest against Jinglepur

next day you file a PIL against Jinglepur

and on the third day you attend a Jinglepur party.

One day you propose,

next day you're best friends forever

and then, gone with the wind.

- I... - You have no appeal,

no objection, no counter argument.

You have none.

I miss you.

I've already lost a soulmate once.

Now, I don't want to lose a friend.

How was the wine?

I drank it.

The whole bottle?

Our host is quite caring.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, look. This is not about you,

it's not about me.

Dushyant?

No, no, no, no. Not your type.

Dating's out of the question.

Are you here to steal my client?

- Akshay... - No, no, no. No, no, no.

That was a joke. That was a joke.

He is SK's client, not mine. I'm just the face.

Seriously, I don't want to mix personal and professional this time.

You want Jinglepur? Go for it.

I want only one thing.

- What? - You!

There is a shortage of complications in my life.

I need you back.

Why did you invite this f*** skank to this thing? Why would you invite her?

Mr. and Mrs. Rathore,

not so happily married after all.

Objection. Rumors and conjecture.

Overruled.

- Meet Atisha Mewani Rathore.

- Dushyant's third wife.

Ergo, third divorce.

Famous yesteryear's actor

and Dushyant Rathore is a treasure for lawyers.

I am creating a scene?

Why don't you tell everyone?

Why not? Why not? Why f****** not?

You sleep with anything that has legs!

No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Anything that has a beautiful ass.

Right? That's your thing! That's his thing, folks!

- Atisha... - Don't you f****** touch me, I said!

Any f****** thing, Dushyant!

Anyone. Anything. Even her. Anything!

Really. You. He'll sleep with you even if you had a chance!

You f****** get your hands off me!

- Madam. - Atisha, are you okay?

Are you okay?

Easy.

F***!

F***!

I think for the first time in life you were right.

Someone's life is more f***** up than ours.

This way.

I think this time SK's in the washroom...

- Huh? - Nothing. Don't worry about it.

Let's start afresh?

Raghav?

I thought you just wanted to be friends.

Match made by Seema aunty.

He cheated on me

and I cheated on him emotionally.

Well, on that note...

The most expensive wine for sir.

- Sure. Will this do? - Yes, that will do.

Akshay,

let's not hurry this time.

Can we take our time?

Objection. Unnecessary delaying tactics.

Overruled.

Three seconds starting. Three.

Two. One.

How is it?

Oh!

Okay.

So cute! Seriously?

Sure, we are cute but

she hasn't replied to any work message since two days.

Why is she like this, Sue?

Okay. I refuse to get in the middle of this.

- No, but she takes me for granted. - I don't think so.

Just because you're her friend. Seriously?

- Ma'am. - Niharika.

Niharika...

Ma'am, Puneet sir is bound to find out someday.

I'll take care of that.

Just ensure he doesn't find out from you. Okay?

Yes. Okay, ma'am.

Ma'am, since the past 3 months,

a lady is seen repeatedly in the photos posted by Atisha.

Just see.

Never posing. Simply in the background.

And she hasn't been tagged even once.

Wasn't she at the polo match today?

Right.

Find out who is she.

- Niharika,

I didn't go to London to get away from you.

I went to deal with my anxiety and depression.

- Mom's death. JJ. Randeep.

I couldn't quite make sense of things.

And at that time even we...

No. Sorry. No excuses.

I should've talked to you.

I promise, Niharika, I'll make up for this.

I will.

I'm sorry.

I hope you'll understand.

Hopefully.

I'll talk to you.

Bye.

- Oh! How are you, Mr. Pandhir. - Welcome. Welcome. I was waiting for you.

Thank you. Thank you.

You've got quite a crowd here.

Oh, yes! Take this.

Here. I brought it for you.

Fresh flowers. Please click a picture.

- Please excuse me. - Yes, of course. Of course.

Come here, son.

Get me some biryani with two pieces of bone marrow in it.

- Move it! - Yes, sir.

Run.

- Mr. Janardhan Jaitley. - Ms. Mrinalini. Here?

They still invite you?

Never a moment of grace.

- When will you turn over a new leaf? - You don't let me.

You sat in the lap of the Central Government

and left your dog on the streets of Delhi?

And I thought you liked Dushyant.

He's the same breed as you.

You should actually mate.

Do your deeds without worry of the fruit.

You always worried about the fruit.

You never did any good deeds.

Hence you lost your party, position and chair!

As for Dushyant,

I am doing my good deeds for him with full dedication.

Welcome, sir. Welcome.

Wonderful! Delhi's past, present and future all together!

Actually, Ms. Mrinalini, everyone is together now.

Excuse me?

You don't know?

She is my successor.

The next Lieutenant Governor of Delhi.

Sir.

Some people are waiting for you, sir.

- I'll be right back. - Sure.

So,

you have returned to Delhi's political lanes.

What can I say, JJ?

Delhi is a terrible vice.

Can't get rid of it.

It's not a drug. You will get rid of it.

Give it a try.

I hope you still have a stake in Jaitley and Associates.

You'll need to return there soon.

Excuse me.

Nothing can done without the Lieutenant Governor's orders in Delhi, sir.

This is a game of chess, OP.

Make your move and wait for your competitor to slip.

And what if the competitor doesn't slip?

Compel them.

Right, sir.

Did you talk to Akshay?

No, sir.

I get it. Some wounds never heal.

Time and therapy fades them.

Yeah, but you deserved better.

One call, one message, I could have met you atleast once.

I don't know what happened.

Received one message and

suddenly all logic was out the window, you know.

Do you know what the message said?

That JJ commissioned mom's murder.

Perhaps I shouldn't have believed it.

It could have been the opposition's conspiracy.

I don't know.

I confronted JJ, but as usual, he gaslights you.

And then depression hit me like a ton of bricks

and if I hadn't fled back then,

I don't know what I would have done.

Hey.

What happened?

I'm so, so sorry, Akshay.

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

I don't want your sympathy or pity or anything.

I just want a little normalcy. That's all.

Come here.

Okay.

You can crash on the sofa.

Good night.

- Good night. - That's normal?

Yeah.

Shanaya? It's 7 am.

- Someone better be dead. - Where is your phone, ma'am?

Niharika.

Mr. Rathore has lost his mind, ma'am.

Since today morning, he has called you 10 times and me 20.

F***.

This was posted at 2 am.

I informed the office we have Shreya Mehta's hearing.

I don't understand. I am divorcing her.

And the settlement is quite fair.

Did you raise your hand on her?

What... No.

How can you even ask me that?

So what did you do?

Why are you so afraid?

I made a mistake.

What? You said something? You raised your hand on her?

Whatever you've done, now is the time you tell me everything.

How does it matter?

The media will listen to her.

Whether she claims I hit her or that I take care of her like a doll.

I mean, it's all Atisha now.

No, if you are innocent...

Listen to me.

You won the first perception battle by hiring a female lawyer.

- Shanaya. - Yes, ma'am.

Find the butler,

stand there and get him to make a nice dalgona coffee.

Thank you.

But, ma'am, the court will shut in one hour.

Shanaya. Coffee, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Within six months of marriage I was out of love.

Atisha is a complete lunatic.

And now she's out to get me and everything that I worked for.

I worked for this. Everything you see.

So far, it's her words against yours.

Let Juris handle Jinglepur Industries.

What?

Quid pro quo.

Fair exchange.

I shall fight for you in court and the media,

and I shall win.

Atisha will kneel on her knees,

and cry when she signs the divorce settlement.

As you wish.

In return, I want Jinglepur Industries.

Entire firm, merger, everything.

Yes. Okay, okay.

Ma'am, we have to get there in forty minutes.

Hurry up, Naveen.

Mr. Rathore appears to be well mannered. Right?

Well, I don't appear to be hungover.

Domestic abuse.

Even if he is innocent,

once the world sees him as a wife beater

all of us will be cancelled on social media

and his hashtag will be greatest of all the monsters.

Social media is not the court.

The storm will be gone just as suddenly as it comes.

By the way, ma'am, after the polo match

I researched Atisha

I told you about this lady who is always accompanying her.

Her name is Zoya Ahmed.

- And she is not Atisha's friend. - She's her lawyer

Three months?

Three months according to the photos.

So, for the last 3 months

all of Atisha's public interactions with Dushyant

are under the watchful eyes of a lawyer.

Wow!

She's not crazy. She's f****** brilliant!

They are gathering dirt for the media.

So she wins the case before it even begins.

Speed up, Naveen!

Finally.

Akshay, guess what?

Dushyant cancelled the meeting again.

In my opinion that he's going to hire another firm.

You were going to handle Dushyant's account,

so don't look at me like I'm the a******.

What?

Are you f****** serious!

You know you're a partner in this firm, right?

Really?

SK, look.

Dushyant is terrified.

Atisha is s******* him and now he is s******* you.

That's it!

- Ma'am! - Mr. Sharad.

Ma'am, Mr. Sharad isn't downstairs either.

We won't be able to make an urgent application.

But this is Rohit.

He studied with me in law school. He's a big fan of yours.

Shanaya, are you serious?

Ma'am, he has a hearing in ten minutes in court 417. Judge Chhetri.

It's a bail petition and you can argue in place of him.

- Judge Chhetri? - He won't refuse you.

- Rohit, can I do that? - You don't have to ask, ma'am.

Please argue my bail petition too.

Of course. Of course. I will bail your client out

- and stop Atisha's press conference. - For Akansha's sake.

Shanaya!

The video has been tampered with in every possible way.

From unclear footage to blurred effects.

I can get them to say long live Pakistan if you wish.

- No. - This is the original.

Who did this?

It's impossible to say at right now.

It will take a little time

- but it will be done. - Send it to me quickly.

Fine.

- Ready? - Let's do this.

It's not gonna happen today.

What?

Get in the car.

I wanna stay.

We'll talk about it later. Okay?

- Let's go, ma'am.

The drama is going on outside. What are you doing here?

- Hurry up. Rush! Rush! Hurry! - Get the camera ready.

Ma'am! Ma'am! Ma'am! Ma'am! Ma'am!

Zoya Ahmed.

Niharika.

Shanaya Tiwari. Niharika Ma'am's associate.

Well tried.

Well played.

I want to know this as a woman, not as a lawyer.

Can you defend a wife beater?

For the past 3 months your client is planning divorce with her lawyer.

I am asking as a lawyer, not as a woman.

Can you defend a gold digger?

I'd heard you only defend the innocent.

I'd heard you have a strong moral compass.

I guess I'd heard wrong.

Ms. Zoya. Ms. Zoya. Is Ms. Atisha doing this to blackmail her husband?

Ma'am, we wish to know what her response is going to be.

- Say something, ma'am. - Say something.

Can you tell us when is press conference re-scheduled for?

What will your response be against Mr. Dushyant?

I am a lawyer.

I won't respond here.

I will respond in court.

- Ma'am! - Ma'am! Ma'am!

Say something.

Ma'am! Ma'am! Say something, ma'am.

On what topic would you like to speak today, sir?

I pray to God that all the journalists in the world should become like you.

You expect me to tell you the question?

Well, all right. The question is...

Do I have a vested interest in the Narela land?

Record it.

Do you have a vested interest in the Narela land?

I do. Greatly vested interest.

Lord Krishna let the Mahabharat take place

so the Pandavas would get their right.

Did he have a vested interest in it?

No.

I have a vested interest in protecting any land

that Dushyant Rathore lays his eyes on.

The first and final right on the Narela land belongs to the IDPs.

That is to say, the refugees.

Is that sufficient or do you want me to say something else?

And I will ensure they get what's rightfully theirs.

Very good!

Great going, sir. I'll fill in the rest.

- Oh, and... OP. - Yes, sir.

Collect the photograph from OP. Print that specific picture.

- Sure. - Okay.

Oh, would you like to have some korma?

I've asked them to hold the paper printing.

Another day. I'll leave now, sir.

- Yes. - Sir.

The Narela land has to denotify...

The Lieutenant Governor rejected it, right?

Yes, sir.

The poor thing was bound to do that.

If the land is denotified,

Delhi Government will have control over it

and she won't let that happen.

Create a stir against her on social media, OP.

The Lieutenant Governor is so harsh,

she doesn't let the CM do his job.

Yes, sir.

If we want the land,

then Dushyant Rathore would have to be buried in it first.

Very well, sir.

Dushyant, I'm super tired.

I can't believe it. That was magic!

I know. It's a victory for you. For me, it's just a job.

I mean, we gotta celebrate, Niharika.

- I'll try. - Yeah.

- Not trying. You gotta be here. I wanna see you here in 15 minutes.

- All right?

- Hello?

I'm gonna call you back.

- Yeah. Cool!

You haven't gone home yet?

Who are you?

Were you ever gonna tell me?

No, right?

Turns out you are JJ's true prodigy!

I am still the same Niharika.

I just grew up.

Farhan. Reema. I.

Never mind. S**** us. Juris?

None of these mean anything to you!

- Puneet. - Don't f****** Puneet me!

Okay?

You will lose count of the number of corpses you trample

in your efforts to get Dushyant on your client roster! Get it?

- Stop being so dramatic. - Oh, really?

My friends are in jail. I'm allowed to be dramatic.

IDPs are homeless. For what?

For a new corporate client.

For a merger?

Or for that f****** wife beater?

For f**** sake, Puneet! He is resettling the IDPs.

How many times must I repeat the same thing to you?

Innocent until proven guilty.

Yeah, yeah. Of course.

Great bed time story

to tell your conscience and put it to sleep.

I am fighting for their bail and you are representing that man,

who wants to prove Farhan and Reema as anti-nationals.

Great!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry

I couldn't be King Harishchandra like Puneet Tandon is.

You know what? The world doesn't work like that.

I am not an activist. I am not and I don't want to be!

And you will never be able to be one, so don't f****** fool yourself!

There's a letter on your table dissolving our partnership.

Starting today,

you and I are done.

And God help you, if you drag Sue into this mess.

I swear it!