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There's a huge difference between assumption and reality.

Everyone assumes I'm this nerdy girl, Rithika,

who loves football

and has a crush on the footballer Neymar.

But the reality is that I want to be a guy like Neymar.

No matter what, I want to go from being Rithika to Rith.

I want a body like Neymar's.

To see a beard like his on my face.

And to achieve that, I have to enter Betterverse.

I did manage to hack it for five minutes,

but to fully access Betterverse

I'm going to have to gain admission to NNIT.

It's going to be a better world for the best version of you.

Our top engineers are making Betterverse for you.

Rithika, dear?

There's daal-dhokli for dinner. Come and eat.

If I eat daal-dhokli, I'll turn into a dumpling.

I don't want any fuss.

Come and eat.

Coming.

Come soon. It's already pretty late.

The difference between my parents' assumptions and my reality is so vast

that I've had to lie to them all my life.

So here's one more.

I've gained admission to one of India's top colleges.

Really?

NNIT.

Wow!

It's in Hyderabad.

Why do you want to go so far?

Look for graduation options right here.

If you got into a government college, that'd be best.

Papa, I'm getting a full scholarship too.

Wow!

It's a great opportunity, Mum.

Did Neymar's parents ever get in the way of his dreams?

No, right?

Go ahead, sweetie. Okay?

I have to leave this weekend.

This weekend?

So soon?

Well, never mind. Right?

Why delay a good deed? Right?

Give her some money for expenses.

My mother…

Her love for me is an endless ocean.

If I ever tell her the truth

that I want to be her son and not her daughter,

would she still love me as much?

Maybe there's a way to get into this event and impress Nandini Nahata.

-Sir, tickets, please. -Yes.

There you go.

Sir, tickets, please.

Since my childhood, I only sat in my room and dreamed of being Rith.

Sir, tickets, please.

Once I get into Betterverse,

I'll actually get to see myself in Rith's avatar for the first time.

Perhaps then I'll find the courage

to truly become Rith in the real world.

Maybe that will erase the mismatch between people's assumptions and my reality.

Please, Mummy.

If you're going to cry so much, please don't come to Hyderabad.

How can I not come?

My girl alone in a new city… There's no hostel arrangement yet either.

How will you even manage there?

I will live a carefree and happy life.

I'll make my own decisions.

I can already see where that's gotten you.

-It's futile arguing with her. Let's go. -Why does she do this?

-Check if the taxi is here. -Yes, I'm on it. Now, get moving.

To top it all, you got this '70s fringe haircut.

I worked so hard to grow your hair long.

I didn't want it. You forced me to go to the beauty parlour.

Yes, because there was a discount.

Yes, I'm coming outside.

And this man has also never lived by himself.

You were like an overgrown baby when I married you.

Listen.

I've kept a month's supply of your Chinese samosas

and Schezwan parathas in the freezer.

Thank you so much.

-Microwave them if you crave snacks. -Fine, I'll do it.

-Now, stop crying. -Mr Senior Manager.

What's this?

Wear this tie to the office from tomorrow onwards.

So that your buddy, Mr Virk, doesn't make you do all his work.

Show some authority.

You're absolutely right about Virk.

He steals my lunch all the time.

Now I'll show him who the boss is.

If you want to teach him a lesson,

make him eat Mum's Schezwan parathas.

-Papa. -Come on.

Come on now.

-Bye, Papa. -Come on.

I have an announcement.

This is the last time we're meeting in a conventional classroom.

-What? -Don't worry.

There will be classes.

But not inside.

That's the whole point, right? To be unconventional.

Treat LLIT as an incubator

for your own start-up ideas.

I will guide you like a mentor. I'll help you develop these.

I'm not going to go chasing anyone.

Okay?

But what about the rest of the class?

Khonglah, did you say something?

I'm sorry, sir.

It's just that since morning, I've been getting these

love notes from unknown senders.

Why?

What's going on, guys?

Sir, it's Valentine's Day today.

Plus, these guys have no idea what romance is.

Half of these notes are talking about asking me for massages and pedicures.

What? Who the hell wrote that?

Thomas, I'll take care of it. You're in my class.

Guys…

This nonsense won't be tolerated here.

I know I'm casual and easy-going.

But that doesn't mean you'll be spared.

By the end of today,

Khonglah will get three more notes with apologies in them.

Got it?

Thank you, Thomas. Please sit down.

Just remember, in the top-league campuses,

until your final year,

you won't get even a chance to work on your ideas.

And in NNIT, perhaps not even then.

-Why, sir? -Why?

Because that boss of theirs will never let them out of their cages.

For now, I'm leaving. See you guys.

Hey! Sir left without teaching a thing.

-You know why this haptic suit won't work? -Anmol!

Because you focussed all your time on this lousy robot.

Which is exactly like you, useless. Does the world need another one of you?

-Not you! Anmol! -It doesn't.

It doesn't even need one of you. The world needs a haptic suit.

Anmol. Look.

How's the testing of your haptic suit coming along?

Really good.

-Really? -Yes.

-Any sensation in your legs? -Yes.

That's amazing.

I'm hungry.

Shall we go to our regular haunt?

Let's get a meal in.

Let's go.

I know. I'm really sorry, pal.

I promise, I'll surely come to Ambala next weekend.

Hope you're not upset.

We'll go and visit Charminar then. Okay?

-Look. It was built in 1591. -Of course I'm mad.

You're cancelling at the last minute.

I know, but Ayesha actually couldn't handle the Delhi event alone.

So Namrata cancelled and I had to stay back too.

But I promise, next weekend, I will be-- Hold on.

What's all this?

-Is this from the Delhi office? -Listen, focus on the event.

I'll meet… I mean, I'll talk to you in a while.

Does Mahesh Babu live nearby?

Mummy!

-Hey, where does Mahesh Babu live? -Mummy!

LOVE HYD

Correct. It's from the Delhi office. Merch for sale.

These look great!

Yeah, I love these.

I really should say thank you to this lover boy someday.

He gets me an entry everywhere.

Had he not compromised the firewall of Betterverse his lover girl,

I wouldn't be here today.

Really?

Spring roll, please?

I know it's rush hour.

Are you okay?

-Daksh! -Yes, Anmol?

I forgot the name of the biscuit. What was it now?

-Osmania. -Two.

-Two Osmanias. -I'll bring it over.

Just wait there for me.

Away from all this. Go, I'm coming.

Yes, two.

It's nice.

What do you think you all are doing?

Move aside, please.

There's a disabled person waiting there.

He's wheelchair-bound, poor guy.

Social work's your new hobby now, is it?

Do you want a Nobel Prize for it?

I want nothing from the likes of you. Got it?

So why are you always hovering around me with your tail between your legs

like a dog?

Fuck off, Anmol!

-Then show me how! -Get lost, asshole!

-You get lost, asshole! -Anmol!

Sorry, Vin, I was just… He was needling me, this son of a bitch.

Rishi, part two.

-Bloody simp! -You son of a…

Son of a what? Complete that sentence.

Son of a…

What are you looking at? Don't you want to get in line?

-Daksh, just feed them something. -Anmol?

Bring out the Swear Not app. 3,000.

-Shouldn't it be 2,000? -You used three.

-Which ones? -"Asshole", "son of a"…

Right.

Shell out 1,500.

-Don't act smart with me. -Should I alone pay the penalty?

With sunshine moist and glistening

May the skies be filled with butterflies

May there be no dearth of songs of praise

May there be passion in the sand

In the clouds, fantasy

Desire in the raindrops

In the streets, melody

The moon for my blanket

The stars looking down on me

My your time belong to me

And my time belong to you

Just together, you and me

-Thank you. -It was amazing, you guys.

Thank you. Thank you, so much. Thank you.

-Hi, everyone. -Hi.

Welcome. Thank you for being here. I'm Rishi.

Hopefully, you all have registered for today's event.

-Yes. -Great.

Because if you haven't, you can scan the QR code.

So…

Geeky Nerdy Pyaar app will assign you a number

based on your profiles and preferences after every round

which is written on all the chairs around you.

You have to find that number

and you have to go and sit in front of your potential match.

Each person will be given three minutes to talk with their potential match.

After which,

you will hear a shrill buzzer.

Which means, you have to go back on the app.

You have to check for the next number.

You have to rate your previous match

and you have to get prompted to the next one.

Okay? Towards the end,

your scores will be tallied automatically.

And ta-da. You will be with your matches.

So I am very excited for this. Good luck!

But before we start, we have a little message from our founder.

Hi, guys, and welcome to Geeky Nerdy Pyaar's Valentine's Day event.

Now, I know that due to studies and work, we ignore our personal lives.

But you know what?

We all deserve some romance in our lives.

So let us help you find love.

Trust me, if I could find love against all odds,

it's possible for everyone.

Everyone expects a fairy-tale type of love story.

But the reality is it's not at all easy to find such love.

Especially for me.

Because I have to find myself first.

I just hope I don't run into any obstacles.

Did they print just this one design?

Did they not have a budget?

There's one more. Sorry. Just setting up.

I don't want to buy anything anyway.

Sorry. Hi.

I'm Celina.

Rith.

Aren't you participating?

I think you should take one of these badges maybe.

So orange is for straight, green is for gay, and purple

is for bi, like myself.

Sorry.

There's no badge for "confused".

But there should be one.

I'm not confused. It's none of your business.

Wow! Pretty edgy vibes.

You do you, babe!

Oh, and by the way…

Tell your founder that these T-shirts,

they suck ass.

Much like your service. T-shirt drop!

What's wrong with her?

Love stories are nothing but cliché formulas.

For example, there's enemies to lovers.

Then there is friends to lovers.

And the shittiest one of all…

Love at first sight.

-Hello. Hi. -Hi.

Sorry, I'm late.

No, that's okay. Have you registered?

Yeah, yeah.

You know, I was at a play reading and we're casting,

and I honestly haven't been able to find…

I'm Anuradha.

Hi, Anuradha. I'm Rishi.

You are straight?

Yes. She, her. Straight.

Late but straight.

-How about you? -Alas.

Sorry. I think the badges are over.

Alas, indeed.

Sorry.

You know, I'll be directing Romeo and Juliet.

-That's amazing. -Yes.

And…

You'd make a perfect Romeo.

Being the perfect Romeo is my ultimate life goal, Anuradha.

Hey. Found it. There.

-Thank you, good sir. -No problem.

But yours is pink?

Yes. Pink is for "taken."

Committed.

You know, perfect Romeo.

I'm not a partici…

-I'm actually the-- -Yes.

-I can just-- -No, I'll just…

-No… -Excuse me.

But…

I've been told I have an amazing face for radio.

Round two. Please check the number allotted on the app.

Love at first sight always receives the swift kick of reality.

But everyone falls at least once for the love-at-first-sight formula.

What do you do for fun?

Make a complete fool of myself.

Sorry?

Sorry.

Fun… Theatre.

Yes, I love theatre. It's, like, my passion.

What about you? Are you into the performing arts?

-No. -No?

No.

Well, you should check out some plays sometime.

I mean, like, I know that people are mostly into films and series and all that,

but I just feel like there's something about…

Hey!

Taken, ma'am. Sorry.

But your girl is far away, right? She won't find out.

Hey.

Not so fast. We've only just met.

I'm a new student at LLIT.

What?

Dimple. I hope you've heard the name.

I've also heard that if you desire something with all your heart,

the whole universe comes together to make it happen.

So, are you happy?

-So… -So?

Describe your last relationship.

At our very first meeting, she threw cold coffee at me.

That's when I knew that I was in trouble.

So that cold coffee must have caused you a lot of trauma?

A lot.

I'm addicted to it.

Yeah. Me too.

Hello, my Betterverse buddies.

Sorry in advance for what's about to happen in a bit.

Actually, no. Not sorry.

I really need this.

Why are you staring at me like that?

I see.

It's because I'm hot.

I get it.

But why such cold vibes?

Aren't you Simran's ex?

Do you know Simran?

Yes, I'm a fan of hers.

See? Her new boyfriend.

He's Spanish.

He's way hotter than you and clearly keeps her so much happier.

Hey! Looks like Valentine's is going well for both of us.

-Hello. Hi. -Hi.

-How are you? -Good.

-What's up, buddy? -Hello.

Vi. Meet the famous Ms Ambala.

So sorry. I should have introduced--

-Hi, Dimple. I'm Vinny. -Hi.

-I've heard so much about you from Rishi. -Didn't you tell her?

That the two of us, we're…

How do you guys manage long-distance dating?

I mean, Anmol and I also figure but…

Does she know?

It's fine. The girls will handle it among themselves.

I feel guilty. But I do miss him, you know.

Sorry, I'm just blabbering.

I don't open up so… Couldn't you just step in?

She needs no saving.

This is Dimple-No-Damsel.

Her biggest idol rejected her, yet she managed to scrape all the way here.

You're not helping.

I'm just saying her determination is fucking awesome.

-Hey. Swear Not. 1,000 Rupees. -Hey. Swear Not. 1,000 Rupees.

You begging for alms? Always ready to…

The problem with reality is that

two people can have entirely different realities.

And when that is discovered, one of them can even feel betrayed.

There is a discount for the founder's girlfriend.

-I'm just browsing. -Okay.

I face the same dilemma during Garba events held in my town.

I too get the escape-room vibes.

Three years ago I designed an app,

Anti-Sosh.

It taught people how to escape from such rooms.

Then I should be downloading it right away.

Someone stole my app, man.

Just another thing that didn't go according to plan.

We're all full of contradictions.

We wish to hide the truth from everyone.

This torture is a never-ending loop.

But we also want someone from whom we have to hide nothing.

Yeah. Okay.

Are you okay?

Video…

Yes, I saw it.

I saw Namrata too. I spotted Dimple too.

And you know, this idea came into my head, that…

I'm the bad guy in everyone's lives.

Sometimes, it's good to be bad.

Either way, these good guys,

they're all boring.

Just like…

Just like Simran's new guy.

Do you still miss Simran?

Yes, got it.

-Just forget it. -Okay, done.

-Listen. Since you are here… -Yes.

-Let's click a badass photo. Okay? -Sure. Okay.

What the fuck?

Yeah!

Yeah, what the fuck, man?

Fuck!

Fuck this. This disaster should've not got out.

What the hell is going on?

Anmol, your haptic suit's not working.

But instead of working on it,

you're working on these childish projects.

Rishi!

You know how much I depend on you, right?

I didn't expect this from you.

Not done!

Of course.

Makes sense.

Please make sure you don't fall into old patterns.

Yes, ma'am.

Speaking of old patterns…

Katyal?

Are you all aware that there was a time when your Ms Nandini

would write notes all night long to her batchmates,

and anonymously at that,

so that nobody felt lonely?

There's such a thing as growing up.

You've probably never heard of it, Siddharth.

In this university,

there are many small-time colleges.

Including yours.

But there's only one NNIT.

My students do real work.

Usually.

That's it!

No more events in this college from now on.

Rishi, wrap this up.

All right, kids. Enough of the insults.

Sir, ma'am…

Everyone. Ma'am, just one second.

The event's about to get over.

Only the calculation of the scores is remaining, and it will be done in no time.

The app will do it in seconds. Please, ma'am.

All right, that's it, everyone. Thank you so much.

That was the last round.

You can now check your phones and click on the "complete" button.

You'll get a link and you can click on that.

Geeky Nerdy Pyaar.

Meet your perfect match.

Malware created by yours truly, Rith Joshi.

Seems accurate.

No way. This app sucks.

Geeky Nerdy sham!

You know what this means right, guys? Date night's not over yet.

Just give me a moment. I'll fix this. Yeah?

-Bro, could you come with me, please? -Open the source file for me.

All the algorithms seem fine.

Because the issue is on the front end, not the back end.

I worked in cyber security for two years.

I can find it and fix it in no time. That was my job.

Okay, go ahead.

Break the long lines first.

Someone has deliberately rendered the code unreadable.

Another thing we have in common.

Tell them to refresh it.

I got a match!

Where is Sanjeev?

Sanjeev?

Thank you, so much, buddy. You really saved us today.

-You're amazing! -Yes.

Are you in some college here?

No. But I plan to fix that.

So do I.

Sir?

Did you see her code?

-Good to see you too, Ahuja. -Hello.

-You finally showed up. -Yes!

Hello? Ma'am?

Hi, Miss…

You didn't see it, but you can ask anyone.

An issue just cropped up in the app--

She debugged it at record speed.

She's too good! I'm very impressed.

And you want me to…?

No one in your institute can match my level, ma'am.

I can guarantee you,

no one here could have handled a breach that quickly.

LLIT needs her more than she needs LLIT. No offense.

But if our institute is different than the rest, then…

NNIT is a premier institute.

These passionate show-off pitches aren't good enough.

Without written exams, we cannot gauge your calibre. Okay?

Hey, genius!

LLIT was started for people like you.

And there's a seat for you if you want one.

And in the meantime, you can stay at our homestay for the students

until our hostels are ready.

Time for Plan B.

The goalpost is the same.

It's just that I need to pivot instead of aiming a direct shot.

From here to there.

And from there, a free kick to Betterverse,

where I will be able to see myself as Rith and not Rithika.

Sid Sir, put some more passion into that Rogan Josh.

Passion?

Finally, my mood feels better.

And why was your mood sour?

Nothing much. Thanks to Valentine's Day, the kids' hormones were surging.

And Shekhawat had also organized an event.

I had an altercation with Nandini there.

But on the bright side,

Dimple is back.

Even she got carried away by this February 14th nonsense,

but I'm happy she's back.

Come on. It's such a romantic day

and you're being so unromantic.

-Wow! You, too? -Why not?

Why do you think I insisted that you prepare Rogan Josh today?

Happy V-day, Mr Sid.

Anmol has truly changed, Dimple.

But you didn't even tell me that the two of you have become besties.

You also didn't tell me that you've become the apple of Ms Nandini's eye.

Well, I'm not going to tell you everything on our first date.

-We've only just met, cupcake. -Come on.

You also didn't tell me

about your new hairstyle.

-Looks great. -Thank you.

By the way, are you staying here at the hostel?

No. It's not ready yet.

Move in with me then.

I've got Mummy.

This is so wrong.

-Just like your dialogue. -What?

"Mother." "I've got Mother."

You seem more upset about the dialogue.

-Your priorities have changed. -Really!

Okay.

So what now?

What now?

-Sorry. -It's okay.

-Nice. -Thank you.

Hey! Are you okay?

Yes.

Sor-- sorry. I'm sorry.

-Sorry. -It's fine.

There's one problem that's even bigger

than the mismatch between assumption and reality.

The mismatch between expectation and result.

Are you okay?

You?

Yeah.

Was it okay?

I suppose so.