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This proud twirled mustache…

and the long sword under the wing.

Yes… that's me.

The newly crowned Nawab…

In the searing heat of the summer of

Awadh, 1856…

Lording over the glory of the Agha Manor with my royal presence.

I'm sure you would have heard many stories…

about the Nawabs' ebullient temperament and their generosity.

Every often when I took to the streets for a royal outing…

and I happened to soften at even a subject's smile…

I would shower them with riches.

We Nawabs were a sample of God's eccentric handiwork…

created painstakingly by the lord Himself.

We ruled the hearts and minds of our subjects.

But… those days are long gone.

Manors covered in dust…

royalty reduced to ashes.

But the regal stardust still runs

through the blood of my great-grandsons.

Take a look yourself at my progeny… my great grandson…

Gauhar Nawab… he still keeps

a watchful eye on his subjects.

Hello…

How does she always catch me red handed?

And how do you always time yourself bang on with these two-penny urchins?

Your memory keeps flickering like a light bulb…

just waiting to blow a fuse.

Give me a hand.

They were bang on when they said…

that old habits die hard.

Show some shame at least today.

Your son and daughter-in-law will be here any minute with your

grandson visiting for the first time.

What's he going to think of you hanging here with an open mouth?

Hello, Afsar.

I am right here at the platform.

Where exactly are you all?

But where?

Yeah, yeah, found you.

Hello, Sister-in-law.

And Afsar… how are you?

Young Nawab, stop hiding behind your mom.

Marvelous.

Junaid.

Greetings.

Oh, manners!

Look, son.

In Lucknow, uncles fall under two categories.

Either a friend or the elderly.

You better treat me as a friend.

Got it.

Give me your hand.

What's so funny?

Go and finish your job.

The guests will be here any minute.

Guests?

Such formality with your own family.

Insolent, you're the actual uninvited guest.

That was ages ago.

I am the next owner of this dilapidated manor.

Ma'am, can you do me a favor?

Tell your beloved son Imaan, to leave for the market and get everything on the list.

He stays glued to that mobile of his. I wonder what he's up to.

How about you, Arman?

What's the update on your cricket?

There's not much to say, Sister-in-law.

I played the Ranji Trophy.

Even won the Man of the Match in 2014.

But anyway, still trying to climb up the ranks on my own talent.

And I am sure I'll get there someday.

Hopefully!

You look like the silent type, Junaid.

What's up?

Did you leave some girlfriend behind in London?

Some blonde…

Arman…

Sister-in-law, we Agha's start early in life, you know?

And he's from London, not Lebanon.

We've imbibed Junaid with traditional Indian values.

Your brother is very particular about such stuff.

His language, upbringing, and religious values are all solid.

Solid values?

Please, sister-in-law.

Kids these days do not care for old rabble dabble. They are solid daredevils.

Then, I take your hand in mine

-And then? -and place it on my chest.

Go on!

Then you start taking my clothes off.

-Then? -Slowly… teasingly…

I haven't slept with anyone for a long time.

Yeah…

-And then I take your hand… -Rascal!

Who are you talking to?

Let me check.

It's a blood-sucking witch.

-Really? -She is haunting me.

You better stay away.

Or else she will grab you tight.

You'll get a heart attack.

Asshole, who's going to bring the stuff from the market?

Wow! looks like the guests from London have arrived.

Mother…

Mother…

So it's all about an overdue homecoming.

Once upon a time, the British ruled over us in our own country.

And now my children go over to their country to be their slaves.

Even though it took them 15-long-years…

but finally they are back to their home.

Father.

Afsar.

Afsar… Afsar…

Afsar.

Afsar.

Father.

Hello, Father.

God bless you.

Father. That's Junaid.

Young Prince.

-Did your father teach you that? -No, father.

Marriam's handiwork.

Good.

God…

Bless me with the strength to bear so much joy.

Uncle…

I've delivered your precious "goods"as you had ordered me to.

Don't forget my reward.

-Of course. -Absolutely.

-Good job. -Thanks.

What took you so long, sister-in-law?

How are you?

Fine.

Greetings.

That's Junaid.

Hi!

So that's our young prince.

Sister-in-law, keep him safe from evil eyes.

All well?

Yes.

Is that your son?

What is your name?

Imaan.

-Greetings. -Greetings to you too.

Lord…

Lord…

-My son… My child… -How are you, Mom?

After ages, my dear!

How are you, Mom?

Hello, Young Prince.

Getting to know your ancestors, are you?

For your knowledge, these swords and rifles…

are nothing short of an antique, like the ones you see at the London Museum.

Witness your grandpa's panache.

And looking at your attitude…

I'm thinking you'll soon be bitten by the princely bug.

God is kind…

I feel like a huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders.

Truly… time heals every wound.

So it is.

God forbid… but I never could figure out the reason in the first place.

Gone for fourteen years like that and forgot all about their family?

Let's not dig up old graves.

What's done is done.

I asked the servants to get my ancestral dagger.

Where did you keep it?

It's in the old closet.

Careful.

Meeting his grandson for the first time and so eager to show off!

Soon he'll be walking him through every ancestral artifact there is.

Mother, why was he limping?

When did this happen?

No one told us about it.

Arman kept insisting that we should tell you guys.

But the point is…

if you had cared about your old folks you would've stayed in touch, no?

But all these years, you two never even…

What is this empty frame for?

It's for your dad's portrait.

Uncle has already given orders.

The royal portrait makers will arrive tomorrow…

and the sittings will begin.

Dad will make an impressive Nawab, won't he?

What?

Chest out.

Hand on your waist.

Yeah… very good, very good.

You'll look quite impressive, Young Prince.

Yeah…

Will I make a good Nawab?

Of course, you would.

Cheers.

What happened? All good?

I need to talk to Mum urgently, I'll see you later.

Fine? Yeah.

Mum…

Come here, apple of my eye.

Mum…

Look at him… such big eyes!

I need to go to washroom.

What is he saying?

Go straight down the alley and turn right.

What happened?

Where is he going?

Oh, no…

Mum!

What happened?

Did a lizard scare you?

And that is Danish.

He's handsome.

There will be a wedding in this family after such a long time

It's a good match.

It's a reputed family.

The groom owns

-a chain of hotels in America. -Oh.

They are keen that Nafisa lend them a hand with their business.

Hear that. Nafisa and a business woman?

Poor thing has no cunning bone in her body.

Now look… one leg on this side… Got it?

And the other one here.

And sit right down.

And automatically…

When you're done, just turn this tap…

fill the jug with water.

Take some water…

Wash…

Take more water…

Wash…

All clean.

Simple, ain't it.

Do you need another demonstration?

No, I'll be fine. Thank you.

Shall I wait outside?

No, thank you.

So my Prince… any luck?

Stop it, Saira.

The boy's drenched in sweat.

We built a new toilet on the other side.

There's just a crummy jug there.

What is he saying?

He's saying there's a jug in the bathroom.

Jug? Good Lord.

Jugs are for drinking water, Son.

You must be referring to the mug there.

Stop it, Auntie.

I am sure he's never seen a toilet mug.

Out in London, a man's only refuge is paper or his courage.

Good Lord…

Mom, when is everyone else coming?

Everyone's arriving tomorrow.

Alia, Nasir, Badrul, Jumma, Nafisa…

and the trouble maker… Fauziya.

Who is Fauziya?

Stay away from her.

She's big trouble.

Mom calls her acid tongue.

And brother Arman calls her Red Rose.

She's dangerous.

Keep your distance.

Boy…

I've heard she has many boyfriends in Delhi.

Aunt Saira hates her.

Everyone says she will humiliate the family someday.

Look at that…we've arrived at my pond.

Arman uncle stays here?

What?

Does Arman uncle stay here?

No. He has a manor around the block.

But aunt Saira and your grandma are childhood friends.

They share everything.

Imported chewing gum?

Why? Don't you smoke?

Not until I start going to college.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No.

I'll have one after high school.

Who are you all?

Are we related?

We've been living here for over 100 years.

My mother does the chores around the manor.

Before that, it was my granny.

Where's your dad?

Who knows?

He's been missing from even before I was born.

He must be dead by now.

Boundary…

Abso-bloody-lutely.

Do you want to talk to my girlfriend?

What's her name?

What's in a name?

Name…

One day I left the curtains open…

and lied down naked.

I really like you.

Don't you want to touch me?

What happened?

Why did you hang up?

You wasted 10 rupees.

Is that your girlfriend?

Yes.

Every day… we…

Talk dirty…

We"talk dirty".

You should too.

Let's go pray.

Of course, first, let me finish my cigarette.

Afsar, please turn off the lights. I am very tired. I want to sleep.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

I really like you.

Don't you want to touch me?

Don't you want to touch me?

Don't you want to touch me?

Come on, hurry up.

You will miss the scene.

-Come on. Don't be scared. -No.

Come here.

I'll catch you. You won't fall.

Take a look at it… right there.

She sweeps the place… bending over.

Look there… in that direction.

That's Paro.

Her husband left her.

But she's gorgeous.

When she comes out after taking a shower…

to dry her clothes…

and swirls her hair like this… oh, my…

Look…

Here comes Red Rose.

Come on.

Now jump.

-What's wrong? Jump? -Get me down. Please help me.

No…

-Please… -You know what, you just hang tight…

-Bloody sissy. -Help, please.

Hello.

Hello.

I told you don't give her the keys.

Who drives like this?

I didn't run over anyone.

You will get it the day you get fined.

That was a good try at finishing me off for good.

Welcome.

If I had any intention of killing you…

then you wouldn't be still standing, but lying on the floor.

Uncle dearest!

My dear bride-to-be sister.

Are you planning on ever alighting from the car, madam…

or do we have to call the groom to assist you?

Move aside.

It's so stuffy in here.

Even the AC in the old jalopy isn't working.

I see…

Now our cars seem like an old jalopy to you.

Are you listening, Auntie?

Where is Jailor brother?

We've to get to the confectioners in 30 minutes.

-Arman, go check on him. -Of course.

Brother Badrul…

-My Lord. -Brother-in-law…

His Highness, in-person himself.

My eyes were pining for you.

-Greetings! -Greetings, sister-in-law.

Your brother-in-law's at your disposal.

I feel so lucky, and fortunate.

Introductions are in order.

I am like your brother-in-law too.

Congratulations on the wedding.

-How are you? -I'm fine, and how are you?

-Greetings, Brother. -Greetings,

-Jumma. -Brother.

Alia. Jumma.

Your hair…

Where were you hiding, our little Prince?

Don't worry, Sister-in-law Jumma?

He's in Lucknow now.

We'll make him one of us.

Good Lord, will you look at that?

It's been barely a day in this Princely manor…

and the young lad is already falling head over heels.

Great…

I guess new tales will be woven in this old manor.

He is taking medicine but his health is not good yet.

I hope Nafisa is happy.

Nafisa is very lucky.

Sister, congratulations on the wedding.

Good Lord… be more specific, you fool.

Congratulations on Nafisa's wedding.

I got married a long time ago.

There is no need to feel offended.

You can always get married again.

Pass me the juice.

I guess brother Badrul couldn't fulfill her desires.

Listen! Listen! Listen!

An important announcement!

Someone call in the priest.

Aunt Jumma's desires haven't been fulfilled.

She will tie the knot with uncle Badrul again.

Listen! Listen! Listen!

Fauziya! Keep your mouth shut.

There's family all around, you fool!

Leave.

-Go on. -Okay.

And what on earth are you wearing, Asgari?

Flaunting that backless blouse in front of everyone?

Haven't you seen those starlets on television?

This is what they all wear.

I bought this from Hafiz for 200 rupees.

This is my style.

Where is my foreign-returned brother?

Qasim.

Qasim.

-How are you Qasim, Brother? -How are you, Brother?

You guys took a long time to reach.

This delay wasn't our fault, Brother.

But you know Gullo sister takes a long time to come out of her room.

Gullo.

How are you, Gullo?

Now that you're back…

I'll be better.

Let me take a look!

Danish is not my type.

Are you two on Facebook?

Does he have an Instagram account?

Who knows?

Who knows!

Lord, why did you bless me with such a useless sister!

The only information you cared for was that

he's settled in America, and wealthy…

and you agreed to this marriage, is that it?

I mean… do you two ever talk on the phone?

He even insists that we meet.

But I always turn him down.

The groom-to-be wants to meet, but the bride turns him down.

Okay, I'll check him out instead.

Fauziya, enough with this nonsense.

This is called snooping around.

Someone will have to check up on the groom's background.

Fauziya, let go of the phone.

-No, no… -Look…

God is merciful.

Finally this beautiful day has arrived…

"Blessed with happiness,

and the best is yet to come. "

Amazing. Amazing.

Come.

-Greetings. Greetings. -Here here.

How's work?

All good… Please, take a seat.

After a long time, I've heard something joyful from you.

That's amazing.

You see, Uncle.

You've seen many springs at your age…

so just tend to whatever is left in your courtyard.

That reminds me, Arman, painter Murtaza was supposed to come over…

-for Afsar's portrait. -Yes.

Confirm with him!

-Yes, dear. -Yes, of course.

What's the point of a portrait?

What?

Now that you're here, let's get done with it.

Remember to let sister-in-law Marriam sit next to you.

Without her by your side, you may run away yet again…

Yeah…

Enough fooling around. Let's get some work done now.

Let's go, Badrul. I'll come with you.

First, we have to talk with the catering services.

Will you call him? Or should I?

-Alia! Give me that bag. -Coming.

What's going on here?

Auntie.

He's so cute.

Get him married to me.

Fauziya, he's just a kid.

So, handsome… Is it a yes to my proposal?

No.

Lord, the one I like doesn't like me.

No, no, no, my heart is broken.

Don't worry.

You're so beautiful, I am sure you'll receive many more proposals.

I've no interest in these ignorant fools.

I am only hoping that they get off my tail soon.

Please say yes, Young Prince.

We'll get our picture taken on the London Bridge like this.

Show some panache, Afsar.

Stand with your head held high.

You're a Nawab after all.

-Pull your stomach in. -I am, father.

Did you find our ancestral necklace yet?

I'll add the necklace in the picture.

By the way, doesn't this background look too dull?

I'll add a better background in the picture as well.

Then why make him stand there like a mannequin?

Why don't you add him also in the picture just like everything else?

Grandpa, do you have another dress like this that fits me?

I've something even better for you.

Yes.

You'll be shocked when you see it.

It's 300 years old.

And a family heirloom.

Passed down from generation to generation.

And now this is your responsibility, my son.

Stir up some old grudge

That I live still

-Father, isn't that Gullo singing? -That I live still

-Yes, she often sings this song. -That I live still

Stir up some old grudge

That I live still

Let me have this notion

That I live still

Let me have this notion

That I live still

The thread of breath Will snap if I come to a halt

-Wow. -The thread

-Of breath -She sounds even better now.

-Yes, the pain in her voice is sharper. -Will snap

If I come to a halt

Stretch the length of this ocean

That I live still

Stretch the length of this ocean

That I live still

Let me have this notion

That I live still

I have paused for a while

In my journey, Fakir

I have paused for a while

In my journey, Fakir

Hush up

-Listen, give me another one. -The commotion

That I

-Thank you. -Live

-Take it. -Still

Let me have this notion

That I live still

Did you get everything on the list?

How much money is left?

Six… seven… and this…

How dare you guys start without me?

Careful.

Menace.

What do I do with her, Badrul? She's become a pain in the neck.

I am thinking of fixing her marriage in Jabbar's family.

-End of her story. -Right.

-How much was it? -Twenty-three thousand.

Get it out.

Why put it in here if you didn't want to get it out?

Why put it in?

You had fun while putting it in.

and getting it out is a pain.

Get it out.

Why are you always hanging out with the ladies?

Hang out with the guys. Okay?

Give me one.

You took my pictures, didn't you?

Show me!

You are talented, Young Prince.

I really like you.

Do you want to touch me?

So, wise guy…

What's going on here?

Hello… join us, Uncle.

I've said it before, my name's Arman.

I see you've become an expert on getting pregnant…

but haven't learned to not call me uncle.

Like you haven't learned to stay away from women's only quarters.

Uncle.

Why are you sitting here?

It was getting hot inside.

So I came out for some fresh air.

Well, as the elders say, in the summertime…

it's safer to slay or love…

someone during the day.

Come on, kids, hit the road.

So, what's the plan?

I have a small job…

Like I said… he's crazy about her.

Now they are gonna…

Now, why are you doing this?

I'm letting her go on your insistence, Fauziya.

But remember, the veil shouldn't come off.

Got it.

The groom's family are in the city.

We'll be answerable to them.

The engagement is tomorrow…

so you can impose all your restrictions after that.

Get in.

Be gentle.

Brother Arman, take care.

Don't worry, Sister. I'll take care of them.

Let's go. Come on.

Listen…

How's this one?

Seems nice.

Shall I order it?

You decide…

Fauziya, you should sit in the front.

Fauziya, you should sit in the front.

Children aren't allowed to be in the front seat.

Am I right, rockstar?

I've no idea about the rules in India.

Uncle…

I'm very comfortable back here.

By the way, what's the update on your matches?

Why? Are you planning to come to watch them?

I do come for all your matches in Delhi.

But never in Lucknow.

I see…

Do you want me to quit studying and watch your matches?

You've no clue how many courses I've applied for.

No, I don't. How many?

Hotel Management, Fashion Designing, MBBS, BMS…

MBBS?

Doctor… and you ?

Okay, fine.

Even if you become a doctor…

will you treat me?

I would…

But you see,

your illness is beyond any treatment.

I don't know about you two…

but I definitely don't have a death wish.

For God's sake drive slowly.

What a strange story this is

Who knows where it started And where will it end

What destinations are these…

I'm in the mood of going wild on shopping.

Fine, but don't take hours.

Nafisa's my responsibility.

Look.

We haven't even started yet, and he's already set an alarm.

What happened?

Nothing.

Can't you see we're going to buy some lady stuff?

Meet you at the car, in an hour.

Great… treating me like a driver, and leaving me stranded out here.

How is this?

Hello…

where's your focus?

I see… so that's the case.

Danish has been calling all the time.

Ma'am, this is the only color in stock.

Oh, God. What now?

Why don't you try this on?

You want me to try this on?

What about your first night?

Will I have to fill in for you there too?

Plus, anyway, I am far more experienced than you.

Fauziya… try this on for me please. I can judge better that way

Go on.

Stop shoving me in.

I am going.

I've another idea.

Send my picture to Danish and take his approval as well.

Go on. Put it on for me.

He might have some preference as well.

Oh, God.

If you lie, a crow will peck you

You see, kid, this single kebab…

will make you forget all the burgers and pizzas you've ever had in London.

Take it.

Don't think so hard.

Try one.

Go on.

Now what?

I am in the market.

Where did she go?

What are you saying? Stay there, I am on my way.

-Let's go. -What happened?

I don't know where she disappeared to.

I came out of the trial room and she wasn't there.

Even her phone's switched off.

Let's check the market.

Hey…

first get changed.

Or you'll be making Rizvi family very proud today.

Junaid you stay here. If you see Nafisa here then…

call me immediately. Got it!

Junaid, you won't tell anyone, will you?

Swear that you won't tell anyone.

You're just a kid… there's no way I can explain any of this.

Swear on me you won't tell anyone.

No…

not on me, swear on your parents.

You won't tell anyone.

Swear on my parents, sister, I won't tell anyone.

Thank you.

The night, the sleep

The story

The night, the sleep

The story

Oh!

What even is youth!

Oh!

What even is youth!

The night, the sleep

The story

It floods

The heart with flames

It floods

The heart with flames

Life is fire

And water alike

Life is fire

And water alike

Oh!

What even is youth!

Fate tries to tell me

Many a time

Fate tries to tell me

Many a time

Let me hear something

From you too

When someone stays

Next to you every night

When someone stays

Next to you every night

Being a guest

And being a host goes hand-in-hand

Being a guest

And being a host goes hand-in-hand

Oh!

What even is youth!

Sister Nafisa is what every girl should be like.

Danish has hit the jackpot.

I would want to marry a girl like her.

Why? Why not Fauziya?

She's unbridled.

Doesn't listen to her father…

she definitely won't listen to her husband too.

Hey listen, you don't have the hots for Fauziya, right?

Dude, stay away. You'll regret it later.

If someone makes you swear…

what does it mean?

Whoever is making you swear has a secret.

And what if one breaks that swear.

First, give me 100 rupees.

This is all I have.

The one you swore on gets jinxed.

Simple.

Hey, young man, are you going to flood that pot?

Water the plants that side.

That way…

Brother Afsar, please help yourself.

Here's the hot water bucket.

Lovely.

It's really nice and hot.

A little more.

That really hit the spot.

Where are you going?

Come massage my feet.

Come on.

I swear… it's like you have magic in your fingers.

Be gentle.

Lord.

Do you even know how to do it?

Or are you getting troubled for no reason?

I know, I just can't find a pin.

Where do you put it ?

You’re technically a butterfly

Hopping between flowers

Now you have grown up officially

You had just stepped out

How did you then

End up at my door so quickly?

You’re quite the talk of the town

Your family thinks of your future And frowns

You’re quite the rage, Lado

Driving everyone crazy, Lado

Everyone just amazed, Lado

My Super Sonic Chic Lado

Super Sonic Chic Lado

The guy is okay, not really dope

The girl cannot even hope

You and decent? There’s no scope

To wash your sins there’s no soap

Just say yes

And I’ll give you my heart on a platter

Look at my dedication and passion

Don’t believe the chatter

My heart is empty, Lado

And you’d fit right in, Lado

Let’s get together, Lado

My Super Sonic Chic Lado

My Super Sonic Chic Lado

These are sweetmeats and dates.

May they add sweetness to everyone's life.

Amen.

Now let's pray.

Goodbye. Take care.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, aunt.

Goodbye.

Son, wait a minute.

Listen, come here.

Give me some money.

Keep this money, son.

We forgot to bring any clothes for you.

What are you doing, aunt?

-Thank you. -This is a family tradition.

We buy clothes for the entire family.

And he brought out the basket so gently and carefully.

By the way, he wasn't mentioned in our list.

Whose son is he?

That's Imaan, Asgari's son.

-Oh! -Imaan, go inside.

Doesn't matter.

Even the servants are a part of the family.

Yes. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

-Goodbye. -Bye.

Let's go.

Come on.

Come on, hurry up.

We have to do all the work.

Today, she called him a part of this family to our face.

Pretty soon others will follow.

I wonder when this family will finally be rid of this Asgari.

Notice the calm on her face.

She won't stop until everyone in this family is ruined.

In the beginning, she had eyes on brother Nazir, then him…

and there's no saying where else…

Masuma, this was their job.

To keep the men at home.

It's been going on for many years.

Ice cream, give it to me.

Thank you.

Brother, give me an ice cream bar as well.

Take mine.

His has dripped to a half.

Why don't you take mine.

I know what she likes. She likes cream on top.

Take mine.

Mine is already done with. Finished.

Hurry up, will you?

Here's the money. You can keep yours, I've my own.

She bought her own bar!

Mister, this isn't any fun.

Something is missing.

How about I make his mustache sharper?

Murtaza sir, if you're done can I leave?

You can try, Murtaza sir, but it won't make a difference.

Now you do something.

Pull your stomach in.

The 250-year-old nobility should reflect on your face.

Like this, dad.

See…

Let's do this.

Sir, your next-generation seems well-groomed.

Careful. Do you want to break the door?

Hold it straight. Or you'll drop everything.

Keep it there.

You didn't have to slam it down

Mother, distributing your treasure?

Shall we queue up too?

Send your wife. It's her turn now.

This day is for the daughters and daughters-in-law.

This one's for you. Here.

This is unfair, mother.

You promised me that necklace years back.

Doesn't matter. It's her wedding.

Choose something else.

What will you do with this expensive necklace?

Why?

Will this necklace bite me?

Gullo.

Are you going to give me the cheap stuff all my life?

Don't turn this into a big issue, Gullo.

Here. Keep it.

Your hair's turned gray, but the tantrums won't stop.

Yes, I've grown old.

Because you turned me into an old spinster.

It's as if I never was young and happy.

Please…

-She's given this to you now. -What?

For God's sake, sister-in-law, stop standing up for me.

I had to ask for what was mine, okay?

No one thinks about me.

Why do I always have to fight for my right?

There's no telling when you'll get married, Gullo.

At least keep this necklace safe in your closet.

Okay.

Okay, now go.

When will I get married? When?

Never.

I know I will never get married now.

What else do you expect now?

You were living in your own dreams, sister-in-law.

Your feet never touched the ground.

Salman Khan wouldn't have come down to marry you.

Remember Khalid Ansari.

Who?

That dowager?

Always. Some cripple, handicapped…

Did anyone ever bring in a decent proposal for me?

We tried, but it just didn't happen.

Unfortunately, dear, marriage wasn't your destiny.

Destiny?

She's the one who wrote my destiny.

Why don't you elope with my brother again?

You've taken your revenge by separating him from everyone else.

Gullo!

It wasn't her.

I separated her from all of you.

I grew tired of your taunts.

She's ugly, she's dark, no trace of her family.

I separated them from you.

I did!

Come, Marriam.

Truth sounds bitter, doesn't it, brother?

No,

the truth is that I waited for ten years.

Because I am the oldest.

Married off Alia, then Jumma, then Qasim…

and I kept waiting.

And she waited with me.

You never got married, and you know why.

Everyone knew.

Everyone knew that you had already married her in the church.

You were in love with her, brother.

In fact, I should have done it too.

Why did I have to be the torch-bearer of this fake nobility?

I was not in charge of their reputation and honor.

I could've married some commoner outcast like you.

Shut up!

Brother. Brother.

No.

You could have.

You could have.

But who would've married you.

Because you don't have just an ugly face, but an ugly soul too.

Now, do you know why I didn't want to return to this hell?

I will kill myself.

I will kill myself.

He says that I could have…

But I haven't done anything.

But I haven't done anything.

My life's all over but I haven't loved or been loved.

Gullo's going to die like this…

without doing anything.

Lord.

And you can come and pray on my grave, with your Catholic wife.

What are you looking at?

Haven't you ever seen your mother crying?

Get lost.

This is what you get for hanging out with girls.

Here, have a drag.

Come on, take a drag.

It won't hurt.

Sign of being a man.

Don't you want to be a man, young prince?

I'll feel really bad if someone calls you girly.

You see…

men always get what they want.

Understand.

Take a drag.

Slow down. Slow down. Slow down.

Take a drag.

Do it properly.

Yes, nice.

And keep this.

The downcast gaze

Is it filled with longing or not?

The downcast gaze

-Wow… what a weather! -Hi.

Junaid, I am going to get drenched tonight.

It's going to rain any moment.

Any minute.

Where do you think you're going?

Hey.

Fauziya, let me go.

Let's get wet.

No, the crisps will get soaked.

-Oh no! -Let's go, let's go, please…

And the next request is from Solapur Maharashtra, by JJ Kulkarni.

O beloved, come now

My heart's on fire, douse it

Hug me so tight That my desires are fulfilled

Monica! Oh, my darling!

End this game, Fauziya.

I've said it before, and I am saying it again.

I am in love with you.

This is not some bloody movie.

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with you? For the last three years…

You know I am pretty serious about you.

You were pretty serious about cricket as well.

So what now?

Father was saying that you're looking for a job in railways.

Leave that, what happened between us last year.

In Delhi.

If you weren't serious about me, then why do it with me.

So finally, you've stooped to your level.

Spending the night with you didn't mean…

that I'll spend the rest of my life with you.

You're serious about me, right?

Fine.

You'll have to wait for ten years.

Will you?

I'll do it.

What else?

-Really? -Really!

I can't imagine my life without you.

You'll have to stay like this…

until I don't say yes.

Will you?

I will.

When you don't want to do anything…

then why don't you get lost?

Brother, pay him his money.

Everyone's got a job to do…

but some people are still lazing around.

Are you going to just party around or give us a hand?

I am asking you something.

Let's go, big guy.

She has a way with men.

Arman is a womanizer.

Wrapping him around your finger is no big deal.

But look at the rugrat.

Even he's wagging his tail at her beck and call.

I have a feeling your wedding is going to take the life out of me.

How many errands are you going to make me run?

Not a peep from you when I kept asking.

And suddenly you want a trip to the salon.

You know what, why don't you get it cleaned up.

Get a Brazilian wax.

God save Danish.

And you're always making faces like you'll be walking the gallows.

Danish is getting so impatient.

Ask him to be patient for a couple of more days.

I must answer this.

Oh, really. So that's the case.

Don't get the groom too excited.

Save some energy for your honeymoon.

And don't take too long,

and don't disappear on me like last time.

Or else it will be chaos at home.

But no one does like this.

This is not funny.

Nafisa went with you,

so it was your responsibility to bring her back safe and sound.

Wait a minute.

My responsibility?

I had no idea she would disappear like this.

Quiet.

You two used to be thick with each other all day.

How can we believe that you did not know of her plans?

You have a tendency to impose your decision on others.

But I won't take the blame for something I wasn't responsible for.

Did you hear?

I am not Alia.

What are you doing, Brother Nasir?

Alia, take her inside.

And ask her one last time.

I know Fauziya isn't lying.

What?

You heard me, right?

Shut up!

Just follow my orders.

Shameless.

How dare you look your husband in the eye?

You…

You're the shameless one, not us!

And there's the proof right there.

What nonsense!

Nonsense? No one is blind here, okay?

I can't stand the sight of this bastard.

I've had enough from you two. Get out, both of you.

Get out.

I am not going anywhere.

This isn't your house, this is my grandpa's house.

She should've left you years a…

but she is weak.

Just a minute.

Now you watch me, my dear. Just watch.

Calm down, Fauziya.

No, Mom. I want to see what he does.

This is why you're being so brazen, aren't you?

What are you doing? Why are you tearing up her applications?

What's the point of such education?

No more college.

I'll get you married within a month.

Just you wait and watch!

Fine.

I'll go.

But first I'll settle scores with this bitch!

-Fauziya… -Wait a minute.

Are you going to be the only one talking?

Couldn't take a little dressing down from your father?

You called me a bitch.

What should I call you?

Let it be.

And for your information,

he may be anyone's son…

but that one is definitely not his father.

Come on, son.

Let's go.

Someone look for Nafisa.

Please tell us, dear.

Why are you humiliating us?

The wedding is in two days.

Lord, have mercy on us.

Why are you looking shattered?

Didn't you get enough family drama for one day?

I know about Nafisa.

Junaid, I am in no mood for jokes.

I know something about her and a guy.

When we were in Lucknow, shopping…

and Arman was with us.

She secretly met a guy in the market.

Who was it?

I don't know.

But she was in love with him.

What?

She kissed him.

Why didn't you tell me earlier, you fool?

She made me swear.

If they hadn't harassed you, then I would also not…

I broke the promise for you.

You idiot.

Lord.

Your department's so incompetent, sir.

Come, Mr. Gupta. Welcome.

Any news about our daughter?

Yes, Kasim.

-What is it? Tell me. -Wait.

What is it?

What is this, Arman?

Nafisa has lodged an FIR against us.

We are a threat to her and her husband.

Husband?

Nafisa has eloped.

Yes.

He's the owner of Paradise Hotel.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. What has happened?

-Please take care of her. -Aunt!

Oh, God…

Yash Verma.

Aunt.

Hold her.

Where did we go wrong in raising her?

She was such a decent kid.

Enough!

Decent kid?

She's embarrassed all of us.

Come, let's go outside We need to plan things.

Yes, of course.

Yash Verma.

This proposal came through you father.

Now you'll have to answer to them.

In fact, you should apologize.

There's no need for that.

What do you mean?

I've spoken with Danish.

And told him everything that happened.

How dare you!

-One tight slap you need… -Nasir.

Nasir, no.

No.

Please.

Fauziya, you just put this family's honor and reputation at stake.

Why did you have to do such a thing?

He kept calling over and over and I had no choice.

Did you hear her?

The elders of this family are still around…

and this chit of a girl…

And now Danish wants to marry this chit of a girl.

Fauziya!

Grandpa.

I met with Danish.

He's very mature.

He's looking for a companion, not just a wife.

He respects Nafisa's decision as well.

And he also supports my decision of studying further

and being a working woman.

Grandpa…

I went there to save our family's honor, not to bring humiliation to this manor.

Fauziya…

do you agree to this marriage?

Yes, Uncle.

I am ready to marry Danish.

She took you and that Arman for a ride.

Here, see…

Oh, God!

What kind of a prince are you?

When one girl dumps you, you should look for another one.

Buddy, give me a smile.

You're my friend.

By the way, Paro is ready.

You just need to say yes.

You're such a weird guy.

You're heartbroken.

You got to do it now.

If you don't do it now…

it'll be an insult to your manhood.

Fauziya, have you lost your mind?

What is this new charade now?

Drop that troubled drama.

Otherwise, people will think you're not happy with my wedding.

Wedding?

What nonsense! You call it a wedding?

Look…

if anyone's been rough with you, then tell me now.

And what will you do?

Run downstairs and announce you're in love with me.

I will. Of course, I will.

This is true love, and I am not afraid to take the plunge.

Here's a bit of free advice.

Stop making a fool of yourself and others.

This princely lineage that you belong to…

being faithful in marriage isn't one of their qualities.

This doesn't suit you at all, Uncle.

Fauziya, please, this is about your life!

Stop being so naive and…

I've taken this decision after a lot of thinking.

I am not being dramatically in love like you…

but, my decision is absolutely right.

I know that and so do you.

If I stay here, then I would've become either like mother…

or like Aunt Gullo.

I would be screaming in my old age that…

"I haven't done anything!

I am going to die like this… without a man. "

I would rather die than be so stupid.

Please, your Highness.

You can keep your nobility.

I really pray…

that you never fall in love.

You make decisions from your mind…

you can't handle the pain that love brings.

Your will doesn't count

It's a game of dice

Your will doesn't count

It's a game of dice

One dice makes you scale the skies

One dice makes you scale the skies

The other one

Brings you down on the ground

Your will doesn't count

It's a game of dice

Your will doesn't count

It's a game of dice

One dice makes you scale the skies

One dice makes you scale the skies

The other one

Brings you down on the ground

Uncle.

You're leaving?

You're a prince…

but never become one.

One dice makes you scale the skies

Be happy.

One dice makes you scale the skies

The other one

Brings you down on the ground

-What happened? -Where did the scream come from?

Do you know where the scream came from?

No.

The screams are coming from near the pond.

-Where? -The pond.

He means the lake.

We'll have to take a look at the lake.

No, you guys wait.

Nasir, check at the pond.

I am coming too.

What happened?

I wonder who's jinxed our family…

nothing seems to be going right.

-She's hurt her leg. -I think it's fractured.

Wait. What were you trying to do, Gullo?

Suicide, what else.

You should have tried harder

to get to meet God.

Your efforts were half-hearted.

My necklace. My necklace.

-I dropped my necklace. -We'll find your necklace.

Find my necklace.

You have a broken leg and yet can't stop thinking about the necklace.

You two look around for her jewelry.

Careful.

I've told them to look for it.

Find my necklace.

Why did she have to jump wearing all the jewelry?

Why did she have to attempt a suicide?

What else could she do?

She shouldn't have listened to anyone.

She should have eloped with someone.

How do you say it…

She wouldn't have been…

Virgin?

Right, virgin.

She wouldn't have stayed a virgin like this then.

She couldn't get married…

alright, but she should've made out with someone. Anyone, I say.

I've heard that spinsters lose their mind.

A crazy girl wanders around the school…

and everyone in the town paws her.

What's the point?

She should've bedded someone when she was young.

What have you done, Gullo?

You never even suffered a bruise…

and now you were trying to kill yourself? You fool!

Yes, and failed at that as well.

Like a fool I kept cursing my brothers.

Can you forgive me, Marriam?

Don't worry.

We all make mistakes.

Brother Afsar doesn't.

He did so much for all of us.

But we kept demanding for more.

I didn't think twice before jumping down.

Yes. Now it's even more difficult for you to get married with this broken leg.

Who's going to marry a cripple now?

Mom, can you please inquire around…

whether one eyed Zafar's third wife is still alive or not.

I am willing to marry him now.

Lord.

Give me that.

You never looked good with bare ears.

Sister, Fauziya didn't involve me in her decision…

to marry Danish.

Forget it.

Both the girls did the right thing.

Where is she?

In her room. With her face buried in her pillow.

Her wedding is this evening.

No wedding bells or celebration.

No one seems to care.

Everyone's busy at the pond.

What about my jewelry?

-The place is littered. -Did they find anything?

The pond is a mess. My skin is getting burned.

That's exactly why we're paying you.

Get in. Come on.

Kasim, there's no need for all this right now.

It's a waste of time.

Brother, we'll have to find the jewelry.

And we'll also clean the ponds.

You'll fly back to London…

but we'll have to endure this stench.

Don't just stand there, my seahorses. Dive back in and search.

Spread out all of you.

Go straight.

And you look there.

Down there.

Take a deep plunge.

Yes, do it properly.

The place is dirty.

What did you find?

What is it?

Look…

What is it?

It's a tiara.

Keep searching. Keep searching. You'll find something more.

Why are you sweating? Are you feeling alright?

Yeah, I'm alright.

Let's go back inside.

No, you go.

What are you looking for?

Maybe I can find something else.

Look properly for the necklace.

It must be where you found the tiara.

Look around. Yes…

This is Salman's ring.

-What? -This is Salman's ring.

You gifted this to Salman, at our wedding.

This is the same ring. The same initial.

Yeah, same ring.

Really? Let me see.

How did it end up in this pond?

Maybe someone chucked it in here.

No. It wouldn't slip off his finger.

He's in there somewhere. I sense it.

Look around! See if you find anything else.

Have you lost it?

There's a wedding in the house tonight!

And you're stuck on a ring.

You don't get it.

Salman has been missing for long.

And today, I find his ring in this pond! Strange!

Have you lost your mind?

-He's right here… -Hold her back.

Look properly.

-There's nothing in there. -Move. Move.

Please do something.

There's a skeleton here!

What do we do, sir?

Call the cops.

Kasim, stop the search.

But why, brother?

Father, stop the search.

Father, stop the search!

Come on, stop all work. Go from here.

Afsar.

Afsar.

Afsar.

What's wrong with you?

What was all this?

Nothing, I am just…

not feeling well.

Where is Junaid?

Everyone saw it. I did too.

You most definitely know something about Asghari's husband.

Look…

there's no point in digging up old graves.

Don't talk about that.

Tell me.

I need to know, Afsar.

It was an accident.

The night before we left for London.

Salman was drunk.

He kept beating Asghari all night.

After that…

he came outside the manor and started screaming.

I just went down to calm him.

He just attacked me.

During the scuffle, he slipped and…

knocked himself off.

I didn't know what to do, I…

I didn't know what… and I was very scared.

And, you and I were going to start this new life.

I didn't know…

I didn't know what to do.

Please…

Marriam, please.

Marriam, I am sorry.

I know I should have told you all this, but…

I couldn't dare to tell you.

Why did he attack you?

What?

Why did Asgari's husband attack you?

I've seen it all.

How you look at Imaan. How Asgari looks at you.

You've lost your mind.

I've lost my mind.

Prove it. Please prove it that I've lost my mind.

Look at me, Afsar.

Swear on Junaid that I am wrong.

Listen…

I don't have time for your bullshit.

Even you've lost your mind in the company of these people.

Marriam. Marriam, listen to me.

Hurry up.

You've been skirting work since morning.

Hey, lazybones, do you have butterfingers?

Always breaking stuff.

I'm going to deduct that from your wages.

Get lost.

Afsar, you're not ready yet.

Ten minutes.

Hurry up. Henpecked even at this age.

-Hey, you… -Listen to me.

Marriam, listen to me!

Marriam, please listen to me!

You should have called me.

We're taking Imaan to London with us.

He won't pay for yours and Afsar's mistake.

I don't know whether what happened here was legitimate or not.

But right now that child's being treated very unfairly in this manor.

I cannot share my husband…

but, I can take responsibility for your son.

Imaan deserves everything that a son deserves from his father.

You'll get him the right that he deserves…

but can you give him the same love?

We were born in a Nawab's home…

We may look like humans…

but the blood that runs through our veins is that of slaves.

We're meant to serve these noblemen!

I knew Salman must be dead.

But I never wanted Imaan to be treated as an orphan.

He's the eldest son of this family…

the next heir.

But now the real heir to this family will be the slave of this family.

Because he might be his father…

but his mother is still Asghari.

Junaid!

Junaid. Come in.

Close the door.

Can you make smoke rings?

Ever attempted a cigarette smooch?

Amazing, no?

You're looking beautiful.

Thank you.

Fauziya, hurry up.

So…

what do you say?

Did I humiliate anyone?

I should be awarded the title of "Best Daughter".

There's definitely something about you.

Just screw all of them.

Fauziya, the groom's family are here.

Fauziya.

Do you accept?

I do.

Do you accept?

I do.

Do you accept?

I do.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Always be happy.

Your delusional heart

Wandered around under an illusion

And you were lost in your sleep and dreams

Kept giving away everything

Raised behind closed doors

This fake series of incidents

This!

Game of dice

The crazy intentions had no passion

He took a big leap, but alas had no wings

The crazy intentions had no passion

He took a big leap, but alas had no wings

The moon was beyond your reach

And you had to fall back on the ground

Your pride was shattered

Everything twisted has come together

It's day right now, and also night

This game of dice

Will you come to visit me?

London?

Of course…

to meet your girlfriend.

See you soon, Young Prince.

Not Young Prince.

Junaid.

Junaid Rizvi.

One dice makes you scale the skies

One dice makes you scale the skies

The other one

Brings you down on the ground

So in the end, my ancestral dagger was locked up in a tin can.

And royalty be damned.

The Young Prince severed all ties with this nobility.

Will this manor witness the portrait of a new Prince, or not…

Only time can tell.

But I know I should cherish the few good moments that I have…

because the winds have turned rebellious.