All language subtitles for Khoobsurat-2014-Esubs

Vishal Kapoor has
just now retired hurt.

The ball has hit him hard
at a sensitive spot.

Two batsmen after him have been
declared out in three overs.

Now the last batsman
is taking his place.

Will Kapoor be able to recover
and win this match for KKR?

KKR requires only ten runs to win.

And the last over begins now.

You cannot go inside!

All of you, stand right here!

It's hurting, Mili.
I will not be able to play.

Mayekar, why are you stalking me?

Hold on to his back.

Mili, we need to confirm
the Sambhalgarh case today.

-Will you go?
-Where? What about me?

Don't be such a sissy, Kapoor.

You're absolutely fine now.

Look, this is the third
time I've canceled my honeymoon.

I've been married for six months.

My wife will leave me.

The IPL's over and there's
no guy in your life either.

Please go, please.

Don't take advantage of
my situation, Mayekar.

And what about my patients?

-Is the pain any better?
-No.

Wait. Hold on to his back.

I'll handle all your patients, I swear.

He's done for.

What are you doing, Mili?

The pain is gone.

Now go, blast them out of the ground.

Be careful.

Come on, come on!

-What were you saying?
-You still use your strange methods.

And also keep them at bay.

Only when required.

That's exactly why you're a
perfect fit for that king.

-Please, go. Please--
-Okay, done.

I am saving your marriage.

And Kapoor hits a six!

KKR wins the match!

Suraj Maan Singh won't
sell his palace so easily.

We've been trying for three months.

But he refuses to meet.

As your lawyer, my advice is

that your trip to Mumbai
is a waste of time.

Take my advice,
return to Sambhalpur.

We'll bring him to you.

Thank you very much for your advice,
Mr. Malhotra.

You've been making me
wait for three months.

But I feel there's no point in waiting.

It's clear that our views on this case
are completely different.

Maybe our paths should
be separate as well.

Karishma!

Your seat has been confirmed
with King Suraj Maan Singh.

Prince, what are you doing?

Mr. Malhotra, what are
you still doing here?

Don't think, move on.

Yes, Mom.

You couldn't meet up with
Suraj Maan Singh, could you?

He won't agree so easily.

Dr. Shetty has arranged

a new physiotherapist
for your dad.

Have you told dad?

I haven't told him yet.

But he's going to have to do it.

Okay, I will be back tomorrow.

Okay, son.

I apologize, Your Highness.

Do it properly.

I apologize, Your Highness.
I'll do it right away.

-Ramsevak.
-Your Highness.

Jaidev can't handle
the chores in here.

-Henceforth, he'll wash the cars.
-Okay.

Your Highness...

The prince isn't arriving today.

Take away his plate.

And Divya's late again.

If she isn't here in three minutes

you can take away her plate as well.

Divya, your hair.

Sorry, Mom.

-Hello, Dad.
-Hello, dear.

Some discipline won't harm you, Divya.

Prince Vikram Singh Rathore.

I suppose it's not a coincidence
that you're sitting here.

No, Sir.

Do you really think...

that I will sell my 600 years
old ancestral palace

in a 50 minute flight?

That you'll trap me
here and get your deal?

You're already trapped
somewhere else, Sir.

Our offer is saving you.

Look, Sir.
We don't need to talk here

if you confirm our
meeting for the next week.

One black coffee for him.
With one and a half spoon of sugar?

And a black tea without sugar for me.

By the way, Shekhar,
Dr. Shetty called.

Your new physiotherapist,
Dr. Chakravarty is arriving the day after.

What's the score, Ramsevak?

40? 42?

I don't know, Your Highness.

Shekhar, I know that
no one has stayed that long.

Maybe she won't either.

But for once, if you just try

-then maybe we would--
-I never called

or drove anyone away.

And what's the point in getting well?

No one listens to me anyway.

Coffee for me.

-What did you say her name was?
-Dr. Chakravarty.

Dr. Mrinalini Chakravarty.

She's a sports physiotherapist.

She works with the IPL teams.

She's from Delhi.

I hope she's from South Delhi.

Lord, you know everything.

No need to be formal with You.

All I want is Mili to find a guy

then I'll setup a
tent in her wedding

and throw a thank you party.

And if he's from
Sambhalgarh's royal family

then that's even better.

Lord, don't ever pay any heed to her.

Especially to the last line.

Shut up! Start eating.

Ashrafi, you're amazing!

The chicken's too good.

Your planners are arriving
next week, right?

Rathore?

You're in Mumbai
and you didn't even call?

But, how can anyone
compete with you?

Nausher.

Nausher Bandookwala.

He's been with me
since the fifth grade.

You're marrying a business machine.

-Bandook!
-Rathore's a failure.

Just grab hold of him and marry him.

Otherwise, he'll be a
spinster like my father.

-I am my father's only mistake.
-You're right.

But seriously, Rathore,
what will you do if she runs away?

Okay, I will.

Where were we?

Wedding in September.

Mr. Sharma's son
has become an actor.

-Manju, please don't start this again.
-Why not?

I mean, this isn't natural.

It's been two years!
Forget about a husband

you don't even have a boyfriend!

You are famous now.

You fixed Dhoni's injury in the middle
of the match and helped him win.

You work for the IPL.

Granted Dhoni, Sehwag and others are
elderly and married.

But you could've been in the news
with a young player at least.

Manju, keep your one-track
mind to yourself.

Seriously, Manju.
You're just too much.

She's happy, isn't she?

You see, Mili scares off the boys.

And they run away.

Shut your mouth!

This time, if not an Indian
cricketer, then Indian royalty!

-And if you don't like any of them
-Shut up!

you can marry some boring doctor or a CA.

But I won't attend that wedding.

Manju, he's as old as dad.

And for now, I am not interested in guys.

No one stays anyway.

Mili, after meeting Shaina

I felt like I met my soul mate.

And there's nothing common between us.

Forget it, Mili.

You can never control your mouth.

And you will never change.

Mili, don't you understand
the meaning of being formal?

Keep your feet down.

Isn't this formal?

It's not my fault.

You shouldn't sulk about breakups.

Moreover, those idiots
weren't good enough.

It was just bad luck, dear.

Fate changes in every 2 years.

And you've just come out of a bad phase.

So you can add 2.5 years
for every silly boyfriend.

Now it's only going
to be good luck, dear.

Manju, you're just too much!

Just listen to me, Manju.

This King is old and married.

And I don't want to get married.
I want to be single.

Now say hi to Sumati.

Now are you happy that you got the
recipe for pickles?

No, Manju. I am riding in a Ferrari.

Like I said,
there's a transport strike.

I took the wrong flight and
arrived a day earlier.

That's why I am riding in a cart.

Manju will go crazy.

I have to take a picture.

I no longer have the charisma,
nor do you.

Even you're growing
old in my company.

Absolutely wrong!

A man grows old in
his mind, not his body.

Flowers!

And you are?

Dr. Mili Chakravarty.

Dr. Chakravarty!

-Take her to Ramsevak.
-This way, madam.

Please have a seat,
Her Highness will be here shortly.

Hi, Dr. Mili Chakravarty.

Ramsevak!

Careful.

Let go. Leave it.

Oh God, it's so heavy!

How on earth did anyone wear this?

It's been in our
family for 400 years.

That old!

Don't you have
junk-sellers in Sambhalgarh?

Are those real pearls?

Of course, they are real pearls.

Ramsevak, please show
Dr. Chakravarty her room.

-She must be tired.
-I am.

Auntie...

You can call me Your Highness.

Your highness, your heels
are too high for your age.

You can wear slippers at home.

Even orthotic slippers
might be good for you.

Otherwise you can suffer
from plantar fasciitis.

Thank you, Ramsevak.

I request to take your leave, madam.

Just Mili.

I request to take your leave, madam.

"I request..."

Sorry! Sorry, I am late.

Hi, Ramsevak.
Hi, Queen. Hi, King.

You guys are quite formal.

We Punjabis are quite cool, you know.

I mean there's no place for
formality on the dining table.

I thought you're Bengali.

No, I am a Punjabi.

Actually, Manju's a Punjabi

and we've all taken
after her, even dad.

Manju is your sister?

No, Manju is my mother.

It's my mother!

I'll keep it in my pocket.

So, do you have a boyfriend?

No.

When I was your age, I had two.

But I was a bit confused.

Divya is preparing for Oxford.

And, Dr. Chakravarty,
we don't talk while eating.

Actually, I thought you all
must be so busy the whole day

that, dinner must be the
only time you get to talk.

So I thought even I--

Dr. Chakravarty.

Ramsevak, please tell
her the rest of the rules.

How will the patient get better
in this atmosphere?

Something needs to be done.

Go to sleep, little one

Sleep through the night

Go to sleep, little one

Go to sleep, little one

Sleep through the night

Superman will come in your dreams
And sweep you off your feet

There's load shedding here as well?

You don't know,
But you're his Wonder Woman

Go to sleep, little one

Sleep through the night

Superman will come in your dreams
And sweep you off your feet

A thief in my room?

Thief!

Good looking thief!

How do I hit her?

-Who are you?
-Who are you?

I am from Delhi.

If you try to flirt with me,
I won't spare you.

This is my room. Put that down!

This is my...

This isn't my room.

But who are you?

Vikram Singh Rathore.

King Shekhar Singh's son.

You're a prince?

-Who are you?
-Mili.

Mili Chakravarty.
Dr. Mili Chakravarty.

Physiotherapist of
King Shekhar Singh Rathore.

Your room's on the other side.

You don't look like a prince at all.

Well, should it be written on my face?

Flirting with a girl who is asleep
aren't the manners of a prince.

Getting in someone's bed at midnight

and kicking him are a
doctor's manners, right?

Revenge!

Well, that's okay.
We're even.

Doctor, it's midnight
and I want to sleep.

Please, go.

Snob!

So what do I call you?

Prince... Junior majesty... Viku!

Can you go to your room, please?

Good night, Prince Viku.

Definitely a snob!

Bloody trouble!

There's sensation in your legs.

Come on, let's exercise now.

That's all for the day.

I am not interested in exercising.

So take a look around and go
back home after a few days.

Delhi isn't a bad place
for sightseeing either.

And if I wanted to have fun

I would've never come to
this curfew-stricken place.

Come on! Let's exercise.

I never do anything against my will.

Even the King is a snob.

Ramsevak, please call his will

because he never does
anything against it.

Ramsevak.

Doesn't he want to get better?

"Majesty's will!"

Do as you please!
I'm going.

What do I do?

His hair stand straight,
As if applied tar to them

His hair stand straight,
As if applied tar to them

Much better!

He finished a three hour
session in an hour.

It's alright, Mili.

These kings were always lazy.

Don't give up.

Maybe he'll get interested
after seeing your interest.

A crisp tie hanging on his neck

He's a bloody gentleman!

Listen to me, Gautam.
I love you.

I can change myself for you, Gautam.

If that silly Gautam loves you

then let him change himself.

Give me the phone!

I'll talk to him.

I'll make things clear.

Give me the phone!

Give me the phone!

Love is a Game.

Gautam: No, no. I...

So you want to act?

But please don't tell anyone.

I have to focus only on my studies.

-But you can do both.
-Mother will never understand.

Then talk to Vikram.

Vikram's always busy.

If it doesn't concern his business
he doesn't have time for it.

Shall I rehearse this scene with you?
I have a lot of free time.

He wears tight pants

His shirt looks like a cage

He's a bloody gentleman!

Rathore, mark my words.

Kiara will leave you and come to me.

Rathore? Are you there?

Man!

It's dad's new physiotherapist.

New physiotherapist?

Checking her out?
Even I want to.

This girl is trouble.

He speaks...

Fluent English

He's rusted iron
But looks like bronze

He talks as if it's nobody's business

He knows nothing about his own culture
He's a bloody gentleman...

Hold on, Viku. Almost done.

It's best that you don't do
these things in such clothes.

Why?

You don't have any
dearth of free time.

You can do it during the day.

I have free time because
the patient isn't willing.

Don't be sad.

And what do you care?

If they don't value you,
just come back.

Just ignore these kings!

They act so high and mighty!

Everyone is strange in this family.

They never talk to each other.

And Her Highness!

Every time she sees me, it's as if
she wants to bite me.

Hold on.

Why don't you ask that prince
to talk to his father?

He's their only son.

He'll explain his father.

Manju, he's a big bore.

"Prince Vikram Singh Rathore!"

Yeah... I just need that one book.

Sorry. It was for my Facebook.

Dr. Chakravarty,
your first session

-is from ten to one, right?
-Yes.

I suggest you focus on that.

The visiting time for
tourists is from five to seven.

I mean, Your Highness.

Actually, I wanted to talk to you.

I feel he doesn't want to get well.

Either you help Shekhar or you don't.

If you can't help him,
your return tickets will be arranged.

Come in.

Trouble!

Are you checking me out?

That's fine.
There isn't much to look around here.

I couldn't stop myself.

So, tell me.

Look, Viku, there's still
some sensation in your dad's legs.

It's huge.

There's scope for improvement in you too.

I don't think anyone has
ever motivated him to exercise.

And he doesn't want to get
better, you know.

Everyone here is either
busy with business

or following rules and regulations.

You can't just wash your hands off

from your responsibility
by calling a doctor from Delhi.

You have to be
slightly involved, partner.

You won't understand
our lifestyle.

And anyway,
why would he listen to me?

You are the doctor.

But you're his son.

When Manju gets a little off track
only I can bring her back.

Take advantage
of being his only son.

Look, if you are
incapable of handling this...

you may leave.
I'll arrange for someone else.

What is this family's problem?

Whenever I try to talk to someone
everyone wriggles their way out.

That's why 40 doctors
have left before.

And as for me,
I've treated Sehwag and Kapoor.

When I feel that I can't
handle it, I'll leave.

I don't think I'll be
able to persuade him...

but I will still try. Alright?

Doctor!

Ramsevak, what's going on?

It's just a little party.

Prem Singh's son got
admitted to an MBA program.

Please have a seat.

Move aside.

This is my glass, okay?

What's his son's name?

Krishna.

Krishna!

One more!

Let me show you how to party!

The sound of the engine,
Makes my bum shake

The sound of the engine,
Makes my bum shake

The sound of the engine,
Makes my bum shake

The sound of the engine,
Makes my bum shake

Speed up, oh driver!
Don't drive so slow

Speed up, oh driver!
Don't drive so slow

Increase the speed a little more
Don't slow down

The engine is making thundering noises
The railway tracks are shivering

The engine is making thundering noises
The railway tracks are shivering

Where will the train come to a halt?

Where will the train come to a halt?
My heart wonders

May the engine come
And join me like a hiccup

The sound of the engine,
Makes my bum shake

The sound of the engine,
Makes my bum shake

Speed up, oh driver!
Don't drive so slow

Speed up, oh driver!
Don't drive so slow

Increase the speed a little more
Don't slow down

Ramu Uncle,
I am going back to Delhi.

So soon?

My father was right.

Never spend more than
15 minutes with your patient.

They don't respect you.

Come, tell me your problem.

Take your prescription,
pay your fee and go away.

They're treating me like
a live-in son-in-law.

If he had come to my place...

I would've cured him in ten days.

Have you seen the ambiance here?

Forget him,
no one can get better here.

His Majesty is filled with regret.

What?

He lost his elder
son in that accident.

Ambar.

He was just 20 years old.

His Majesty had gifted
him a sports car.

Both father and son went out for a drive.

Ambar was driving too fast.

He didn't survive the accident.

His Majesty was in coma for
six months after the accident.

Her Highness had to take over everything.

Since then, she changed drastically.

Everyone was so happy.

The King and Queen would play polo.

They used to party, every day.

Everything is ruined, Mili.

-Good morning, Dad.
-Oh!

Son, what a lovely surprise!

I am absolutely fine.

I see.

Is your cigar stock okay?

It's okay.

Good.

Dad...

Your doctor,
Dr. Mili Chakravarty.

She was telling me that...

you aren't focusing
on your exercise.

I see. So now she's got to you?

I think it's time to drive her away.

Yes.

No.

If you don't want to exercise, then...

it's quite alright.
It's your wish.

I mean, there's no point in trying, is it?

I'll take your leave,
I have a meeting.

Of course.
Go ahead.

He is here.

Dr. Chakravarty, I guess it's
time to drive you out of here.

-My thoughts, exactly.
-What?

Together, we should drive
Dr. Chakravarty out of here.

Now, I am just Mili.

And I was wondering,
now that I am here

I should enjoy the
royal life for a few days.

A common man doesn't
get such opportunities.

Right, Ramu Uncle?

Teach me something about wine!

You really won't make me exercise?

Not at all.

What if Nirmala finds out?

Other than you and me,
only Ramu Uncle knows about it.

Yes, Ramu Uncle is my most loyal butler.

Right, Ramu Uncle?

Master.

Divya is so cute.

What's this?

What are you doing to the Queen?

There was a time...

when I was an expert
at 'Sticking my leg.'

Dad's famous prank!

This is my favorite photo of you two.

Taken by that American, right?

He should be thankful.

that he wasn't killed
after taking this photo.

And your father, was laughing out loud!

Later he bought it.

Framed it and presented it
to me on our anniversary.

Well, at least this way we could capture

your most memorable moment.

That time is gone,
and so are my legs.

That's no problem.

We'll bring that time back.

What's this?

Press A and serve.

What!

Bravo, tiger!

Bravo, tiger!

Rinsing your mouth with wine?

I'm seeing this for the first time.

Now I understand where
dad's wine collection is vanishing.

You scared me.

And Shekhar Uncle gifted this to me.

Actually, it's a bribe

so that I don't make him exercise.

Come, sit down.

Feel at home.

The snob is looking handsome.

Drink this.

Mili.

Mili.

I saw dad happy after a long time.

Prince, just wait and
watch what happens next.

-What now?
-What now?

So, how's your fiancée?

Kiara, right?

She is fine.

Can I ask you something?

Were you a frog
before you kissed Kiara

or are you one now?

Think about it.

You have kissed Kiara, right?

What are you saying, Mili?
Shut up!

And... your boyfriend?

No.

They can't handle my
spontaneous personality.

They say, "Don't do this,
don't do that.

-Don't dress like that--"
-Don't sit like that.

Anyway, all that sobbing and
crying after the 'The End...'

Can't handle it.

So, are you going to party
in the kitchen again?

You saw?

Then why didn't you join us?
It was so much fun.

"We Kings don't party with our subjects."

Something like that.

It's the opposite, actually.

It troubles them, and...

we don't have time for all this.

That's what Divya said.

Does she really want to go to Oxford

or is it because of your mother?

Mother's decisions for
Divya are absolutely right.

And what about what Divya's desires?

Someone should ask her what she wants.

Mili, this is the Rathore family.

Divya is a Rathore as well

and she will do
what's right for her.

And someone else will
decide what's right for her?

May God bless you with some sense.

I had to Skype Manju.

Mili...

I want to run away from home.

What?

You will pass your exams, cheer up!

Let's get you an interesting hair color.

Actually no,
Her Highness will kill me.

We can at least change
your nail polish.

Black or purple?

It's not that. I want to act.

This time won't come back.

But running away?

Study.

Is she even a doctor?

She's always jumping
around or chatting.

She keeps talking to Divya.

Doesn't let her study.

Always interferes in everything.

But dad looks really happy.

That's exactly why I
haven't sent her back yet.

Move away! Move away!

He'll fall.

This is just like Formula 1!

I really had fun today.

Life can still be fun,
Shekhar Uncle

but you just don't allow yourself.

Shekhar Uncle, I know what
happened ten years ago.

It wasn't your fault.

You're still holding
on to that incident.

Otherwise moving on will
be really difficult.

Dr. Chakravarty...

we have never mentioned that
incident for ten years.

So what made you bring it up?

He's my patient, Your Highness.

His guilt is half of his problem.

If he can face it, then there's
a lot of scope for improvement.

Perhaps, he'll walk again.

No need to give him false
expectations, doctor.

We left no stone
unturned in his care.

And we never will.

I am his doctor, Your Highness.

I cannot lose hope of him
getting better again.

But as long as I am here,
I'll do the best I can.

Call Dr. Shetty.

-Okay...
-Give me the phone!

Ramsevak.

Why would I call
if it wasn't urgent?

He's out of town?

When is he coming back?

Shekhar Uncle, wait.

Three weeks!

Mili...

Move, Ramu Uncle.
I want to talk to my patient.

You can't run, so you'll
have to listen to me.

Maybe I am just another
doctor to you.

But for me, my patients
are not just my job.

If you're stubborn, then so am I.

Why do you not want to get well?

And if you didn't want to,
why did you call me?

Look, you have another son,
and a daughter.

At least try for their sake.

I understand that the Queen is
not an easy woman to live with.

But what else can the poor woman do?

She has to handle everything and you're
having an affair with this chair.

You're living in the past, Your Majesty!

As long as I am here,
I'll wait for you until 11 o'clock.

Now you may go.

She is right, Dad.

If brother Ambar was alive

he too would've
said the same thing.

I think I said too much!

No, you did the right thing.

These people never
talk to each other.

Anyway, forget it.

What's done is done.

-So, tell me, what's happening?
-You tell me!

How's junior Rathore?

He is a royal bore.

Actually, he's a little sweet too.

I called him a frog.

He'll have a change of heart, note it.

Manju, you have a one-track mind.

-Have fun, bye.
-Bye.

The horse moves two and a half steps.

-Enough!
-Nonsense.

You've been doing 120
for the last two days.

You'll have to do 150 today.

Hi, Viku.

Look, my son's here.

Let me go now.

Viku, you can use his eyes,
ears, nose, anything.

But his legs won't stop.

Dad, I am off to meet Suraj Maan Singh.

Do me a favor, take her along.

But your exercise
will be left incomplete.

I'll complete it with Ramsevak.

I'll go change!

But, Dad,
I am going for a meeting.

Take her along, son.

You can do your work

and she'll take a
look around Surajgarh.

And these old legs
will get a day's rest.

Ramsevak, bring my wine.

It's a day off.

So, Viku, why are we
meeting Suraj Maan Singh?

Not we, I am meeting him.

Why did I bring her along?

That's what I said.

Fine, why are you
meeting Suraj Maan Singh?

Because I want to buy Surajgarh
and he doesn't want to sell it.

Why will he sell it? It's his call.

Put your feet down.

Because he can't afford it.

And I will build a hotel there.

Only if he sells it, right?

Crazy!

Snob!

Doctor, please control yourself a little.

Now this will be
one high powered meeting.

Your Highness.

Welcome, Prince.

This is Dr. Mili.
Dad's physiotherapist.

-And he's Suraj Maan Singh.
-Hi.

Your house is really beautiful.

My family's been looking
after it for 600 years.

Prince, come shoot.

Or has business turned you into a sutler?

Veeru!

-Would you like to shoot?
-No, she's against violence.

Oh, my!

Is something going
on between the two of you?

-No.
-No. No.

At least there's nothing on my end.

I don't know about him.

Doctor, you're very beautiful.

Come, I'll show you Surajgarh.

-Sure.
-Shall we finish the meeting first?

Prince, what would you choose

between a beautiful
doctor and a business deal?

I will wait.

Does this Prince trouble you?

He is a snob, but he is not so bad.

I heard that once there were
300 Queens living here.

Not queens, mistresses.

That King is very intelligent.

He is.

He called me for a meeting,
but avoided it altogether.

He said I am very beautiful.

And that if you begin to like me,
I shouldn't reciprocate.

She is beautiful indeed.

But please, don't get
restless worrying about it.

Snob!

Can I ask you something?

You could be a little sensitive.
He's selling his home.

It's not easy.

I know. But he dug his own grave.

People make mistakes,
haven't you ever made one?

Damn, this girl!

I try not to.

Snob Singh Rathore!

Why are we stopping here?

Come, I'll treat you to
the best tea in this area.

Greetings, Sir. Please sit.

-Mr. Daulat.
-Hello.

Bring us two cups of tea.

The Royal Eatery!

The snob can be normal if he wishes to

Such long eyelashes.

What now?

You can be normal,
and you're quite popular as well.

Here you go.

Thank you.

I have a meeting in Sambhalgarh.

It'll take half an hour.

So you can take a look
around in the market.

I want to buy earrings for Manju.

And the silver here is
very famous, isn't it?

SAMBHALGARH BUS STOP.

Hello.

Actually, Mister. I will be back later.

She is not picking up.

Maybe I should give it a try.

Mister, where's Ganga Theater?

Straight ahead.

Welcome, Madam. Welcome!

Madam, Hollywood's come to India.

Careful!

Come.

This way.

I have a friend who--

-Madam.
-Yes?

Will you shift a
little to the right, please?

-Okay?
-Okay.

Serve her a cold drink,
she must be thirsty.

Give it.

I have a friend,
she's a good actor.

Drink it.

Actually, even I like acting.

-But my friend--
-Madam, in a while.

First close your eyes.

And take deep breaths.

-I am in a meeting.
-Viku!

You're always busy.

Are you drunk?

This girl isn't coming to the point.

Listen! The girl's been kidnapped.

What?

Are you deaf?

She's been kidnapped.

What do you want?

Viku!

One million.

I am texting you the address.

Be there.

And yes, if you inform the police...

you know the consequences.

Stupid girl got herself kidnapped!

Praise the Goddess

Praise the Goddess

Why?

You're the first hostage
of our kidnapping business.

Yes.

When I got my first patient,
even I was very happy.

Half an hour was all I said.

Such a troublemaker!

Oh sweet heart

Someone shut her up,
she is driving us crazy.

I forgot what comes next.

Oh sweet heart

Keep quiet!

Here's your money.

Now escort her out to my car.

Prince!

Dharam Singh?

You?

Greetings, Prince. Greetings.

You've kidnapped our guest,
Dharam Singh.

Are you out of your mind?

Pardon me, Prince.

We didn't know she's your guest.

I thought she's a tourist.
Bring her here!

-Do you want to get me killed?
-Yes, yes!

We didn't do anything.

-We didn't do anything, I swear.
-Viku!

Bring her!

Now get out of here.

I don't want to see any of
you in Sambhalgarh again.

Viku, you're so heroic.

What a rescue!

May I know how you
got yourself kidnapped...

in just half an hour?

First of all...

why are you so formal?

It's like, you're a
completely different person!

"May I..." "Request..."

Sorry, there was an audition...

But, Viku, you saved me.

Mili, you are drunk.

Petrol is up, I am up,
your father's up.

K's down. Idiot's still sleeping.

-You say?
-Nothing!

I am just getting ready for work.

And your Prince Vikram?

How's he?

Will you be a princess?

To hell with Vikram!

You're just interested in him!

No wonder I grew up doing silly stuff.

If you had straightened me up then
I might've settled down by now

mothering two or three kids.

What did you do now?

I kissed the frog!

Oh, no. You kissed that bore?

But he's engaged.

Oh, that's terrible!

You should've told me
earlier that he is engaged.

What now?

-I don't know.
-Mili!

Manju, I can't think straight right now.

Oh, God!

Manju!

-What do I do now?
-Hold on! Hold on!

Take deep breaths.

Are you calm now?

Look, talk to him and end this story.

That's the best option.

Vikram, I wanted to talk to you.

I think--

Vikram your papers.

Hi, Your Highness.

It's such a pleasant day, isn't it?

I'll take Shekhar Uncle
out for exercising.

-Vikram.
-Yes.

Oh, no!

Mili!

Yes?

What do I say?
Why is he here?

Hold on!

Can we talk?

He is looking so hot.

What has she done to this room?

How do I do this?

Vikram, forget about last night.

Whatever happened last night...

What do I say?

-Last night...
-Last night?

Eyes!

Don't stare at the legs, Vikram!

Whatever happened last night...
between us...

Oh, that!

Don't think about it.

These things happen.

Not with me, with people.

Generally in life.

What is she saying?

So maybe we should just forget about it?

Obviously, you don't need to ask.

Absolutely drunk!

What we did, was wrong.

Yes.

And, even if we were right...

I mean...

nothing can ever happen between us.
I mean...

Why not?

You know...

And...

You and I are very different people.

And I am going to marry Kiara.

Yes.

And I won't change myself for anyone.

Good! Now get out.

-Don't go.
-Stop me, please.

Should I hold him?

This is for the best.

This is for the best.

Why are you troubling me
so early in the morning?

If you can't sleep...

We're going to exercise here today.

So that we can be away from your son.

It's been so many years
since I last came here.

Wow!

Oh! Vikram!

Vikram, didn't you sleep last night?

Good morning, Dad.

Why is he here?

I had completely forgotten
how beautiful it is up here.

-I am going to Mumbai today.
-I see.

-Why?
-To be away from you, Mili.

Don't work so hard,
you'll become boring.

Bye, Dad.

Let's exercise.

You kissed the girl,
not her mother.

Boy meets girl.

They develop an attraction.

They kiss.

It happens with everyone.

It happened with you too,
that's it.

That's what she said.

She's a smart girl.

Is she hot?

She's hot.

What will I tell Kiara?

What do you want to tell her?

Rathore, I hope you aren't feeling guilty.

Maybe.

I've invited her home tomorrow.

You invited Kiara?

You invited her home?

Do you know anything about girls?

In the last 36 hours, you saved
Mili from the kidnappers.

You got drunk and kissed her.

Later, you gave
high-fives to each other

and now you two are best friends.

But now you're inviting Kiara

in the same house where Mili is?

If you want to talk to Kiara,
then do it at her place.

And don't tell her anything
about your "Mili Adventure."

A little more. Up!

-I'll call everyone.
-No, no!

Let's do a little more.

You think I'll be able to do
anything until the wedding?

Whose wedding?

Vikram's marriage, with Kiara.

Only three months to go.

Didn't anyone tell you
the wedding is in December?

The eyes know that it is their fault

Then why am I being punished for it?

Sleep disappears, peace goes away

When one gets addicted to love

The heart does mischief
The heart is stubborn

It has learnt the art of stealing hearts
It has become weak

The heart does mischief
The heart is stubborn

It has learnt the art of stealing hearts
It has become weak

I heard you're getting
married in December.

The heart listens to itself

But it doesn't heed
To the person it belongs to

Inside the heart it creates
A dream world of its own

Someone comes close, someone goes far

When one gets addicted to love

The heart does mischief
The heart is stubborn

It has learnt the art of stealing hearts
It has become weak

The heart does mischief
The heart is stubborn

It has learnt the art of stealing hearts
It has become weak

You two look really good together.

Running away?

Of course, you should
do what your heart says.

Brother Vikram! He's just like mother.

Although he looks modern...

but his thoughts are outdated.

Okay, Manju.

It felt really nice.

-Alright.
-Bye!

Mili, have you lost your mind?

I'm peeling oranges here

and you're introducing me to royalty.

-Why don't you call?
-Manju, I know we couldn't talk.

But I am busy with Shekhar Uncle.

He wants to be able to walk until
Vikram's wedding in December.

I see. So his marriage has
also been fixed. Wow!

When his wife comes home

you can help her exercise as well.

Have you planned to be
on the welcoming committee?

Where's Dad?

He's downstairs.
I am talking to my mom.

Manju, Vikram.

Vikram, Manju.

Vikram Singh Rathore.

Hello. Nice to meet you too.

I have to go look for dad,
so, hope to see you soon.

-You love him.
-No, I don't!

-Prince.
-Sir.

Tomorrow at 5:00 p.m.

Alright, Sir.

And yes, bring Dr. Mili along.

I've got a stiff neck.

Don't come without her.

Yes, Viku?

-Your fan club is growing.
-What do you mean?

I mean, Suraj Maan Singh has called
me for a meeting tomorrow.

And he insisted that
you come along.

Because he's got a stiff neck.

Oh! Are you feeling jealous?

I don't have those old age problems.

So, do you have one of
those youngster's problems?

Like deceptive appearances...

Be ready by 11:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Is Suraj Maan Singh selling his house?

Yes.

I don't want to see him like this.

That's how business is done.

Noble, selfless.

Who said doctors are selfless?

The only difference is

we benefit only when
our patients benefit.

I don't know whether
it was a good idea

to come here and surprise Mili,

at someone else's home. Manju!

She's our daughter.

We can surprise her
whenever we want.

And we aren't here to
cause them any inconvenience.

We're staying at a hotel,
and also paying for it.

We're not staying with them.

This girl I tell you!

I tried calling her so many times

but I don't know where she's
disappeared without her phone.

This must be an antique.

-Hello.
-Hello.

I am Nirmala Devi Rathore.

-Are you Dr. Chakravarty's parents?
-Yes.

I am Pratik, Mili's father.

-And she's Manju, her mother.
-Hello.

Take a seat.

Actually, we came here
to surprise Mili.

But we're in a shock.
The girl's missing!

You've maintained
the house quite well.

But Mili...

Dr. Chakravarty isn't missing.

She's gone to meet King Suraj Maan Singh

with my son, Vikram.

What?

He sprained his neck.

They will be back by evening.

Is it far?

About 300 kilometers.

I hope, this time she
is traveling in a car.

She is traveling by car.

Vikram's gone with her.

Well, you're really sweet.
I didn't mean it like that.

That's an antique,
if you don't mind.

By the way, Mili was saying

that you have to follow a lot of
rules and regulations here.

Does your husband agree?

Manju, we've already met!

Hello.

-You're looking really smart in the coat.
-Really?

Hello.

She's my daughter Divya.

Please sit.

No one has ever been able to
force me into anything.

But your daughter is stubborn.

I've never seen a doctor like her.

She is scolding me to better health.

Greetings, Sir!

Come, Prince.

Do you still have a stiff neck?

-It got better in the morning.
-That's Good.

So the Prince is adamant on
separating me from my palace.

He brought you along.

Sir, I tried hard that
this doesn't happen.

But people never listen to me.

Yes, Prince.

-Take a look.
-I'll take your leave.

Sir, I have an idea.

Don't try to haggle anymore.

I've made up my mind, because you've
accepted my terms and conditions.

Sir, I was thinking

let's run Surajgarh in partnership.

Your residence wing will
stay dedicated to you.

We'll build a hotel in
the rest of the area.

You won't have to sell your property.

In fact, your contribution to
the business will be your palace

and ours will be the finance.

Vikram?

Sir, I feel if you stay here

it will add to the
heritage value of the place.

You'll also be on
the board of directors.

Like I said, your
privacy will be guaranteed.

I wasn't wrong.

Your game is really unique.

Let's shake hands.

Radheshyam!

You're our guests.

I'll make the arrangements.

Please, sit. Be comfortable.

Have some biscuits.

Young man,
you will stay here tonight.

Radheshyam has prepared
the royal suite for you.

No, sir, we should go home.

You have to stay here tonight.

That's my order.

Viku, he's right.

I don't want to die young.

I am too hot, man!

Please come.

Careful.

Hey, Viku.

What happened?

You're making me have
strange thoughts, Viku.

Me too.

Alone all night, with him?

No, no!

-What are you saying, Manju?
-Nothing.

Go to sleep.

Everything's wrong.

What if she gets emotional?

What's the point of
crying over spilled milk?

You can't trust men.

First, they kiss and then say sorry.

"Best friends!"

Oh, God!

No, Manju.
It's time to make things clear.

Come on, Manju.

Buck up.

-Should we sleep in the same bed?
-Should we sleep in the same bed?

-Nothing will happen!
-Nothing will happen!

-That's a lie.
-That's a lie.

I'll sleep there.

Mrs. Chakravarty,
what happened?

How come you're here at this hour?

My days and nights
have become the same

since things got messy.

Look, I'll come straight to the point.

What should we do about Kiara?

Your son, Vikram loves
my daughter, Mili.

He's told you about the kiss, right?

But Vikram's engaged. Right?

He didn't tell you?

Vikram and Mili have kissed each other.

So, it's obvious that he loves her.

But he's engaged.

And now my daughter
is stuck in the middle.

So you will have to talk to him, right?

I don't know anything about it.

When they come back tomorrow

all your misconceptions
will be cleared.

For me, my eight hours
of sleep is very important.

For now, get some rest, please.

What?

They are all the same.

Royal madhouse!

-What happened? Can't sleep?
-No.

Me either.

It feels different here, doesn't it?

What happened?

I'm getting strange
thoughts again, Viku.

What are you, Mili?

You say whatever's on your mind.

No filter.

Why hesitate in speaking the truth?

Yeah, but that doesn't mean
you always speak your mind.

You should keep some
things concealed in your heart.

Yes.

So that when we're
old we have some regrets.

"I wish I had said that,
or done that."

I am not like that.

I say whatever's on my mind.

It's quite cold tonight.

Vikram!

I am in love with you.

Vikram!

Sorry, Vikram is here.
I'll call you later.

-Mom!
-Vikram!

-Hello.
-Vikram, Divya isn't home.

Manju?

She ran away.

Look at this letter.

She's written that
she'll be back in a few days.

Look at her handwriting.

She still erases her
mistakes with her saliva.

But where did she go?
She hasn't written anything.

Don't worry.

Mili's handwriting was bad as well.

Yes, but she never ran away.

And it's possible that

Divya couldn't find
an eraser in a hurry.

That's why, she...

-Vikram, is it the 27th today?
-Yes.

Why?

There's a Bollywood Star Reality Show

which is being
held in Jaipur today.

So, what has a Bollywood
show got to do with Divya?

Divya wants to be an actress.

I'll find out.

Dr. Chakravarty, since you've had

such heart-to-heart
discussions with Divya,

she might have told you that,
we don't want her to do this, right?

She's just a kid.

Or it doesn't make
a difference to you?

Your highness, that's not it.

Divya wanted to go.

So that's why you took
this decision for my daughter?

You're here for Shekhar's treatment.

Not for Divya's career counseling.

-Don't--
-Excuse me. Don't say that.

Even she is low on tolerance.

But she still stayed put
for your husband's treatment.

Hold on, Manju.

Your Highness, please try
to understand Divya's situation.

Dr. Chakravarty,
this is beyond your understanding

so please don't even try.

Actually, even we are part Rajputs.

He's a Bengali and I am a Punjabi.

But we have Rajput blood in our veins.

I am not talking to you.

Dr. Chakravarty, your thoughts...

your interference
in other's lives...

Have you ever thought about its outcome?

You encouraged a 17-year-old
kid to run away.

-But, Your Highness, I did no such thing--
-Enough!

Let's go, Mili.

There is no need
to explain her anything.

Come on.

It's because of your over-discipline.
Are you happy now?

-Happy?
-Wait, Manju.

Mom...

What happened?

I've informed the Jaipur office.

They're checking if Divya's
name is on the list or not.

And I've informed the
commissioner of Jaipur.

He's posted his men at
the venue and stations.

They will let us know.

-Son...
-Vikram!

Divya is a 17-year-old.

She's a grown up now.

Don't give us anymore
advice on my daughter.

Enough!

Enough!

We aren't here to get humiliated.

Oh, yes!

She believes that you and
Dr. Chakravarty love each other.

Manju?

Thank God!
I don't believe in such nonsense.

Nonsense?

Hello! It's a fact.

Look, there's guilt
in your son's eyes.

Pardon me, madam.

We're better than this.

At least our children
don't hide anything from us.

Nor do they run away.

Hold on, Manju.

Everyone left!

Vikram.

Yes.

Thank you, Mr. Mishra.

Please keep us informed.

Vikram!

Vikram, Divya's fine.

She's just 17 years old, Mili.

Vikram, even you were 17

when you handled
everything with Her Highness.

I was the same age

when I went away from home
to study.

If she wants to do
something on her own at this age

then what's the problem?

The problem is that this is
not how our family works.

You won't understand.

I don't understand,
what kind of a brother are you?

You couldn't win your
younger sister's confidence.

If you had supported her she
might have never run away.

That's what you won't
understand, Mili.

You do as you please.

You don't care about how it
does or doesn't affect others.

That's exactly what
you did last night.

But here, we think about each
other before doing anything.

Yes, I do what I want.

But I do it only when the other
person wants the same thing...

but can't do it.

What difference does it make, Mili?

Why don't you understand

that there's a huge difference
between you and me.

We'll spend all our lives
erasing this difference.

We should have something
common between us to be happy.

But there's nothing common
between you and I, Mili.

Mom.

Divya!

Are you okay?

How dare you!

What did you do to your hair?

Mom, Sister Mili...

"Sister Mili?"

"Sister Mili!"

I am sure that
audacious girl encouraged you

to take such a disgusting step.

Running away from home...

and this preposterous hairdo!

Well, your "Sister Mili's" gone.

And you won't do such
a thing again, okay?

-But, Mom--
-Enough of this audaciousness.

Mom...

I am not being rude.

Sister Mili wasn't wrong.

Oh, really?

Is this why she told you
to run away from home?

Don't blame Mili.

She didn't tell me to run away.

I came back because of her.

It was my idea to run away.

I've been planning for a year.

But she said if I run away from home

I'll be accepting defeat.

And we're Rajputs.

We don't run away.

We face our problems.

Like you did when
dad met with an accident.

I didn't understand it then.

But I understood this when
I was sitting alone at the station.

That's why I came back.

And I will go only
when you let me go.

I am exhausted!

Dinner at 8:00 p.m. sharp.

If I knew, that falling in love gives pain

I'd tell everyone not to fall in love

If I knew that love
Is nothing but suffering

I'd tell everyone not to fall in love

Why do you say so, girl?
Why do you sound heartbroken?

I'd tell everyone not to fall in love

Hush, girl
Speak slowly

I'd tell everyone not to fall in love

May this happen
That I wake up from my sleep

Wake up...

May this happen
That I wake up from my sleep

And someone tells me
That it was all just a dream

That it was all just a dream

But that is not the reality

I no longer know the difference
Between dreams and reality

If I knew that I would go crazy in love

I'd tell everyone not to fall in love

If I knew that love
Is nothing but suffering

I'd tell everyone not to fall in love

Mili, my child.

Vikram! Listen!

Ramsevak, how long has it been

since I didn't stick my
foot in anyone's business?

It's been very long,
Your Highness.

Well, let's practice.

Greetings, Your Highness.

Yes, Ramsevak.

The master was asking for you.

Now?

Is he alright?

What is it, Shekhar?

Do you need something?

Nirmala, please pick up that folder.

Shekhar, what are you doing?

Your leg...

Why didn't you tell me?

I was waiting for the right time.

Shekhar!

I want to tell you something else.

I saw Divya run away but
I didn't tell anyone.

I thought that since
Diyva is our daughter.

She will handle it.

It's been ten years since
the accident, Nirmala.

For ten years, I stayed
glued to this chair

and time left me behind.

Everyone stopped
laughing in this house.

How could we laugh?

You were stuck in this chair...

I was stuck in my responsibilities.
And our kids...

matured before their age.

Exactly! Our kids have grown up.

You raised them alone,

expanded this business

and kept the honor
of this palace intact.

You did all this.

Now Vikram will handle...

himself and this business.

Let it go.

Let it go, Nirmala.

It's easier said than done, Shekhar.

"Let it go."

-Nirmala, this family has lost one son.
-Shekhar!

That void can never be filled

but we have two more kids.

Why are we distancing
ourselves from them?

That's exactly what Mili
was trying to explain us.

How long will it take us
to understand such a small thing?

I want my life back.

I want my Nirmala back.

Careful!

Mili...

you turned out to
be better than master

in 'sticking your leg'.

More tea?

Did you have tea?

Yes!

Looks like he didn't sleep all night.

Vikram, where did you
go without informing us?

Dad, Mom, I have to...

tell you something.

These days, everyone's talking
in a dramatic way.

Go ahead.

Yesterday... I...

I went to see Kiara
at her place, and...

So Vikram Singh Rathore

you're here to break
off our engagement?

Kiara, I feel guilty for
putting you in this situation.

But I felt that if I don't do it now

I'll only be hurting
everyone later.

And everything else
doesn't matter as much as--

Vikram, it's okay.

But... this girl and you?

I can't understand.

I can't understand either.

But since she left...

there's nothing else
I can understand.

Don't worry about me.

And who knows...

maybe fate has some
adventure in-store for me too.

Kiara and I aren't getting married.

I want to marry someone else.

That is, if she agrees.

I know she's trouble.

She does everything wrong.

Even her wrong actions
seem right to me.

Why are you telling this to us?

Vikram, if you marry her...

she'll always embarrass
us with her actions.

Or maybe we'll all learn to laugh.

There's a ticket
to Delhi in your room.

You'll get a car at the airport.

And Vikram, clean up
before you go, please.

Your dad is sticking
his foot in things again.

Now if you move, you might
be able to catch the plane.

Manju, stop it.

You're putting
Asharfi's job in danger.

I've become too hotheaded.

I'm just cooling it down.

Otherwise my head will explode,
like a pressure cooker.

Then don't forget
to blow a whistle first.

Be quiet.

You didn't say a word out there.

You kept quiet!

And now, you're having fun!

Hi, is this Dr. Mili Chakravarty's house?

Vikram Singh Rathore.

May I come in?

Sir, it's important
for me to meet Mili.

Look at him!
Pretending to be a decent guy!

He was so rude that day!

He's trying to prove as if he had to
walk all the way from Sambhalgarh.

Did we invite you?

-Mili won't meet you.
-Manju.

You will have to tell us
what you need from Mili.

-Sir, please if you trust me at all--
-Trust!

We don't trust you at all.

Always showing off.

Mili...

Mili isn't here.

-Then where is she?
-We won't tell you.

After returning from Sambhalgarh...

Mili was very disturbed.

So, she needed some help.

Sir, I need to meet her right now.

Dude, I'm telling you again.

Listen to me.

Mili has lost her mind.
Let's avoid it!

Which doctor is treating her?

You wait here, I'll get the tickets.

So, this is her therapy?

Mili?

Mili!

Vikram?

-Mili, listen to me--
-I don't want to talk to you.

-Kiara and I--
-Make it fast.

I mean...

there's nothing common between us, but...

Mili!

He's dead!

When I'll be old and
my limbs won't work...

I'll need a doctor like you.

I'll need someone
to finish my wine collection.

We'll have to win over
many more Suraj Maan Singhs.

And who will chatter
at the dining table?

If you won't be there, who
will mom call "disgusting"?

So, please, Mili...

marry me!

That's my sister.

Viku.

Not like this.

We will need to ask Manju.

I guess his style has
totally been ruined.

Did you talk to her?

What now?

Now I have to talk to you.

Talk to me?

Why? Haven't you talked to me enough?

Please prepare for Mili's wedding...

with me.

On whichever date Mili chooses.

And what about... Kai... Kairi...

-What's her name?
-Kiara.

We aren't engaged anymore.

For the first time I spoke my mind.

That's my daughter's style. Not yours.

And why should we
say yes for the wedding?

He's crazy.

Why is he always so formal?

Why can't you talk like us?

-And secondly--
-Oh, stop it, Manju.

I love your daughter.

I'm politely asking for
her hand in marriage, so say yes.

Otherwise I'll elope with her.

And once I do that...

you won't be able to connect to
her on Skype, Facebook or Facetime.

When she gets pregnant,
she'll get all sweet and chubby.

But I won't let you meet her.

We'll have a couple of cute kids as well.

But I won't let them
meet their grandma.

I won't upload their photos either.

So now?

Is it a yes or do I elope with her?

You heard him?

Is it a yes or should I run away?

Say it.

Everyone's making me
look like the villain.

I am not the villain here.

I am the bride's mother.

So, Manju, is it a yes or a no?

Say yes.

-Say yes, Manju!
-Say yes, Manju!

Okay, then. Fine!

I say yes.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Where were we?

Snob!