Today...
I will kill you!
You will kill me?
Before that...
I will kill you!
Take this!
For all the times you humiliated me.
For every lie you've told me.
For every dream you've killed.
Take this! Take this! Take this!
Jhinuk.
Jhinuk!
Hey, are you okay?
Yeah.
Yes.
Sorry.
What's wrong?
I was just thinking...
this is only possible in Hindi shows.
Women in Bengali shows can only plot and plan.
Nothing more.
In real life, we women don't even do that.
We just mix our anger and sadness with our tea
and gulp it down.
-Let's resume? -Yeah.
Will you listen first or say it in sync?
-I'll listen first. -Okay, fine.
Ready?
And... rolling.
You want to kill me?
Before that, I will kill you!
Take this!
Move.
Shut the curtains.
Need to let some sunlight in.
AWADHI COOKERY WORKSHOP
LEARN TO MAKE LUCKNOW'S FAMOUS DISHES
Workshop...
KARMA IS A KILLER
Ladies and gentlemen.
I, Chef Sajid Ali, welcome you to the three-day immersion
into the secrets of Royal Awadhi cuisine.
A delicate balance of meat and spices
slow-cooked on a low flame.
That's what we will learn.
There are a few more participants to join us.
And then we will begin.
...and darling!
That new spa in Bali...
You just can't miss that.
Their volcanic mud wrap...
-I'm telling you... -This wine cellar...
(indistinct chatter)
This your new bag?
Such a versatile colour.
Which one have you got?
Excuse me.
May I?
Sure.
Join us.
Thank you.
So, as I was saying...
It's on the other side of the river.
But very different from Hong Kong.
It was so serene.
I simply loved Macau.
I'm so jealous of you.
-Why? -Haven't gone on a vacation in ages.
Arjun is always busy.
You must be an absolute queen in the kitchen, huh?
You have that thing about you.
I can tell.
"Kitchen queen".
No, no. I don't get much time these days.
At one time, I used to experiment with cooking.
Now I'm a basic cook.
Just rice, lentils, fish, veggies.
Wow! I can't even do that.
I only came here today because you asked me to.
Yeah.
True story.
-Can I ask you for a favour? -Huh?
Hmm.
If I don't understand something, will you help me out?
Yes, of course.
Shahana.
Jhinuk.
And now we add in the milk.
I had already mixed saffron in it.
You know something?
An apron like this, a nice kitchen, cooking fancy food...
I always wanted this.
My dream was to open my own restaurant.
Ah!
I really wanted to.
But dreams get buried under a heap of responsibilities.
-Concentrate, please. -Sorry, chef.
Actually, my husband is sick.
He's at home all day, doing nothing.
So I have to do everything around the house.
-I'm a dubbing artist. -Hmm.
Well, dreams are always a little out of reach.
Still, you have to nurture it, raise it with love and care.
Right?
(indistinct chatter)
Yes. You're right.
But my world is completely different from that of everyone here.
Even you.
So, I'm feeling a little, you know...
Overwhelmed.
Yes, exactly.
It's okay. It's understandable.
Hmm?
Your hair is so beautiful.
You could cut it a little shorter.
A woman's hair is both a shield and a weapon.
Needs sharpening from time to time.
If you dye it a lighter colour and cut it shorter...
your eyes will stand out.
Let the world see those beautiful eyes.
Stop hiding yourself. Let everyone see.
Is everyone's dish ready?
I'll get back to it.
The chef will come around.
I'll taste everyone's dish!
Here.
-Ask for a biscuit. -Yeah.
Hey!
All dolled up early in the morning?
You're a creature of the night.
Who are you going to meet at this time of the day?
I have an extra dubbing session.
Dubbing?
You have to dress up like a filmstar for dubbing?
You're using dubbing as an excuse to do other things.
I may be a drunk, but my senses are sharp.
I see everything.
I know what you're up to.
Someone has to go out and earn, right?
Is this how you do it?
Are you just lending your voice...
-Or something else-- -People are watching.
You can fool around with other men.
-And I can't love my wife in public-- -I'm getting late!
(indistinct chatter)
Wow, Jhinuk!
That haircut looks beautiful on you!
Look at you! Marilyn Monroe!
What's wrong?
-What happened? -Huh?
What's wrong, Jhinuk?
Nothing's wrong.
I'm just a little tired, so maybe that's why I seem off.
Uh-uh. No.
This is not a tired look.
Tell me what...
Jhinuk!
What happened, Jhinuk?
What's wrong?
Please tell me.
Gopal... my husband.
I was on my way here.
He saw my new haircut. Guess he didn't like it.
He said such filthy things.
Accused me of fooling around with other men.
And in the middle of the road, he slapped me.
He treats me like I'm not a human being.
Like I'm trash.
Just a puppet with whom he can do whatever he wants.
He's always been this way.
It's nothing new.
But today it was like...
some demon had possessed him.
Terrifying.
I don't know how I'll go back to that house, Shahana.
Just the thought of it...
I can't.
It's all in your hands.
The softer you can make it
the better your Handi Kebab will be.
So, as always, I'll say...
keep pounding it.
Do it with love. Do it with all your might.
You know what's ironic, Jhinuk?
Your world and mine might be different.
But our lives are quite similar.
How?
The bigger and more beautiful the cage...
the harder it is to escape.
Dr. Arjun Sen.
My husband.
A renowned IVF surgeon.
He has given me everything in life.
Whatever one could need.
Except his company.
I'll be late tonight.
I have dinner with the Health Secretary.
Please don't stay up.
Okay.
Arjun, I was thinking...
We haven't gone anywhere in a long time.
We barely spend any time together.
Maybe we can get away this weekend, just the two of us?
You can't just get away whenever you want.
Don't even think about it.
I'm very lonely.
He's busy in his own world.
His clinic, networking, conferences.
And I...
I'm just a trophy, Jhinuk.
In his perfect, successful life...
I'm just an accessory.
That's it.
Look at me. I have everything.
House, car, sarees, jewellery.
But guess what's missing.
I have no voice.
No purpose.
Other than being Mrs. Doctor Arjun Sen.
I can't even imagine...
Someone to hug...
Someone to talk to...
Someone to laugh with...
I have nothing.
Nothing.
(TV playing)
Weren't you supposed to call Ashim?
About the factory work?
Ashim...
Let him save own job first.
As if he can get me a job. Humph!
So you were lying about wanting to get a job?
I've sold you off in the market.
Now I have to work too?
How strange!
What's wrong with you?
He couldn't satisfy you today?
Gopal, don't talk to me like that.
You have absolutely no filter.
You hit me in public today. Where does that leave you?
I was wrong, huh?
That's what I've been thinking all day.
Slapping you wasn't right.
Just slapping you wasn't right.
Actually, there's no guide on how to treat women like you.
Is this how you talk to your wife?
Wife?
You call yourself my wife?
You are a barren woman.
I've drained myself dry trying to water your tree.
But it still hasn't borne fruit.
Wife!
A woman who can't give her husband a child...
cannot call herself a wife.
-Did I marry you just for this face? -Stop it, Gopal.
A child!
I just wanted a child.
You kept delaying, damn it!
You wasted my time.
You gave me nothing.
The damn well has no water.
You're a curse.
A curse.
"Wife"!
(indistinct chatter)
What's so funny?
I tried the Handi Kebab yesterday.
My husband said it would be better if it remained in the handi.
Imagine!
At least you tried. I wouldn't even do that much.
We have three maids. Why should I work?
However it is at home...
the last three days here were really great.
Absolutely.
I feel free.
Oh, one second.
Sorry, excuse me.
Hello?
Hi, Arjun. You never call at this time.
Masha? Masha Jewellers. Yes, right.
Not a necklace, a bracelet.
I did not think it was necessary to report it to you.
Plus, it was our anniversary.
What?
Frivolous?
Wait, what do you mean you handled it?
What did you do?
Did you just say you... You cut me off?
Arjun...
Hello?
Everything alright?
Is something wrong?
Arjun had called.
He has cut me off from all the accounts.
Bank accounts?
Apparently, I have suddenly started spending frivolously.
You know what?
He wants to suffocate me to death.
Shahana.
Hey, Shahana.
-Sorry. -Please don't cry.
Can I suggest something?
You kill my husband.
And I'll kill yours.
No one will be able to trace it.
Game over.
Husbands gone.
I was just kidding.
It was a joke.
Gosh!