Come on, let's go.
Close the door.
Sleepwalking-
The condition of walking in your sleep..
Sleepwalking-
Fifteen percent children
between the age of five and eight suffer from this disorder...
Nearly twenty-five percent of these children suffer
from this condition for a lifetime.
And this kid is one of them...
whose sleepwalking condition wrecked my peace and gave me sleepless nights...
Who this boy is?
Let's find out...
Hello. Welcome.
Welcome. Welcome.
How are you? All good?
-Did you put everything in it? -Yes.
Unbelievable, Pinky ji...
You should be ashamed!
Despite being the wedding planner,
You've rushed to the snacks counter first.
I'm quite shameless, when it comes to a few things
Indian snacks being one of them...
And anyway.. I'm not here to quell my lust for snacks
Actually, Is it lust or craving?
Lust.
Both are ok.
Aww, you're so flexible, Mr. Puri.
It's not the lust for snacks that brought me here.
I came to make sure the server here
offers complimentary bites to my most handsome client, Mr. Puri, guests...
without having to be reminded.
And he forgot.
Listen up Charlie!
Make sure the end bites are ready before the client asks for them..
The hospitality needs to be top notch.. Isn't it Puri!
Okay. Let's bounce.
The groom must be on his way.
Bring the groom around.
Where is the horse?
What would a horse do without a groom?
No groom? Dear God. Did this one run away too?
-Run Away? -Nothing. Nothing.
The groom's coming. But not on a horse.
Then?
[Rap music plays]
It's my wedding, and he's getting a floral shower.
Lift me up, bloody nincompoops. Help me.
The bride will garland the groom first
Sure.
-What are you doing? -Are you cross-eyed?
Go on. Go on.
Clap for me, guys. I just got married.
Wow. Amazing incantations.
-Thank you, mister. -The loin-cloth bit was cherry on top.
-Amazing songs. -Thank you, boss.
-Amazing decorations. -Thank you, sir.
Why did you deduct my money?
Why did we give him so much?
Why, sir?
Ask yourself this important question, you nincompoop.
Nincompoop?
-You're breads.. -Were half-baked.
-The Paneer Do Pyaza... -Had only one type of onion.
No green onions?!
I could have still ignored all of the above, Dinesh.
-But the Tiramisu... -Had too little rum.
And that is non-negotiable, bro!
Fine. Next time I'll keep in mind. Give it.
What did he say?
Give it.
Leave that, brother.
Maghai Saada Paan. With rose-petal, coconut slivers, and tutti-frutti.
Awesome. One thing I missed in LA-
Maghai Saada paan with tutti Frutti
Pack six more.
You don't need to ask twice. Coming right up.
Pack six more Maghai Saada for brother.
She's still howling?
She is my daughter!
She can laugh or cry whenever she likes.
-Who are you to interfere? -Dad, don't scream at him.
He's cute!
My child.
It's Okay.
Pushpa...
What kind of Pushpa is this?
That's not the gesture-this is.
How? Show me again.
Not bowing down, damn it!
Too good, Aunt Roli.
If you didn't shave off your beard,
they would have cast you in part three.
Stop it, naughty boy.
Ray, Ray.
-Dad. -My child.
Dad, how am I going to live without you?
Make a pinky promise! Right away!
You'll never marry an Indian girl.
-Why? -Look at the melodrama she's creating.
-Mom. -What?
-What are you doing? -Let's go...
Mad or what?
They pray for good husbands all their life.
And when they find one--
-Papa! Papa... -Quiet!
Okay.
Didn't you cry at your wedding?
Who? Me?
I cried after I got married!
I know.
Oh, shit.
-What is it now? -The broker called.
-Oh, shit! -Yeah...
Even we'll own a house-
-We'll own a mansion in the US. -Yes.
You did it, huh.
Wonder Woman.
No, you did it.
Always fixated on the idea of "We must have our own home".
I, on the other hand, was happy living in a rental
So... credit goes to you.
Well.. I don't give up easily.
Manufacturing defect. I get it from my mother after all
See you.
I'm on my way to the hotel, and then to the airport.
Have a great trip. Take care.
God bless you!
Hey, Pinky. Would you be ok with about a Croatian daughter-in-law?
Like Khaleesi.
Anyone, but not Indian
"You are mine, I am yours, you are mine"
Excuse me.
Yup.
Oh...excuse me.
-Hi. -Wassup!
Are you being able to read the names of those three books?
Queen of Tajganj.
Love in Ghagra.
Uhh.. Agra! Not Ghaghra..
-Agra? -Yes.
Is it?
Don't you feel this book would have been a runaway hit
If it was called Love In Ghagra" instead.
And would not be invisibly rotting in the last row like this.
I'll tell the writer to name the sequel "Ghagra" instead of "Agra".
But for now, can you get those three books down?
Can you reach it?
Of course.
I've had long hands since I was a kid--
my mom even wanted to name me Mr. Long Hands.
I'm joking.
I'm glad.
So, what did your mom name you instead of "Mr. Long Hands"?
Rehaan.
Affectionately peeps call me Ray.
And what if someone doesn't feel affectionate towards you?
Has the sun ever risen from the West?
So the idea of someone not liking me is impossible.
-Love in Agra. -Yes, thank you.
The writer is a friend, so I was just being a good friend.
Would you like to become a better friend?
What's going on?
It's written by our friend.
We're trying to be good friends.
Well, in that case, you should buy the book
and help increase sales.
Point.
-Please come. -Yeah.
Ray lost my credit card. Call ASAP
Shit.
I'm going.
Okay, don't worry.
Enter the pasword.
Where are you lost nowadays?
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...
Six...
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten!
Repeat.
One...
Two...
Three...
Hello, Dad.
Did you speak with Tulsiram, Rumi?
-Tulsiram, who? -The broker.
Yeah... I told you I wanted to get my own place, right?
Think about your future.
Rather than wasting thirty grand on rent every month,
give that money to me. I'll put it in a Fixed Deposit.
First of all...
With such low interest rates FDs are hardly going to help in hard times..
I mean...how much can 6.9 percent ease anybody's problems?
Ma'am, passport.
Despite having a big house and your own room,
Renting another place is ridiculous.
That's how you look at it Dad.
For me, thirty-five grand is a small price for my independence.
Okay.
You have the audacity to speak to your father in a tone like this-
What independence are you talking about?
I want independence from my father.
I can't listen to you going "RUMI RUMI" 10 times a day...
-I am fed up, Dad. -What...
I need to move out.
Jia.
-Jia. -Yes.
-Come out, Jia. -Yes.
Do I keep rambling "Rumi-Rumi" ten times a day? Tell her.
Not at all.
Just a couple of times.
Heard that?
But you keep chanting "Jia-Jia" all day long...
"Jia, iron my shirt. Jia, switch on the geyser, Jia this-Jia that".
I'm the one who should be fed up.
Have you heard?
Wow.. Excellent..
Before any illness can kill him
These mean girls and their mean remarks would kill this old man...
You're not old, Dad, you're just lazy.
Lazy?
I've served the nation...for 30 years..
For which you've been awarded the "Vir Chakra" (bravery award)
But what's that got to do with you turning on the geyser?
Look, Rumi, listen to me-
Okay, Dad. I have to go now. It's time to board.
Okay, look. Take good care of your passport.
Dad, stop treating me like a child. I am 28 years old.
Bye.
But you'll be 29 seven months.
And my mom always says...
No matter how old we grow,
we'll always be kids in our parents' eyes.
By the way, your birthday's in March,
so that makes you a Piscean.
They're known to be rude
No wonder you were speaking so rudely to your dad.
Not cool, Ms. Rumi Vardhan.
How do you know my name?
Love in Agra?
Friend has written it...
My passport...
-Thank you. -It's okay.
Small mishaps in big countries can be catastrophic...
God, what's with you women?
Why are you so careless?
Excuse me?
I'll explain.
You would have boarded the flight,
but can you imagine the drama at the immigration without a passport?
Total chaos!
There's a reason why this is called the most important document.
And please,
calling your bravery-award-winning old man "lazy" is not cool.
Do you know you gradually start losing muscle mass in your 30s?
It's called Sarcopenia.
Who knows.. Uncle might be suffering from sarcopenia...
Oh! Uncles long lost nephew
I know what sarcopenia means.
And I also know he's not suffering from it.
But you definitely suffer from mansplaining.
Woah!
How the hell is this mansplaining...Missy?
Of course it is.
It's how you started the conversation.
"What is with you women? Why are you so careless?"
Which is stupid, because historically,
women have only been known for one thing.
Taking care - of everyone and everything.
Especially men!
It's my passport and I misplaced it.
Whatever the consequences were mine to deal with..
You want to help.. Help.. Don't behave like you're doing a huge favor on me...
Because I can't stand such people...
Oh, shit!
But I had only one purpose in life.
To be liked by you...
What am I going to do now?
Damn! I have no purpose left in life.
And I have no time for your shit.
Okay.
What are you doing?
Waking the feminist in me.
You are such a child. Give me my passport.
I'm a little, mischievous boy.
I'm really sorry for doing you such a big favor...
Sorry for the inconvenience.
[Airline announcement]
You are not going to Croatia right?
No personal questions, please.
-Hi, good evening. -Hi.
-Welcome to Lusavia. Please, this way. -Thank you.
Hi, good evening. Welcome to Lusavia.
-Hi, good evening, ma'am. -Good evening.
-Please, this way. -Thank you.
-Good evening, sir. -Good evening.
Straight. Left. Second row.
-Thank you... -Tanya.
You look like a Tanya.
You have a "Tanya-ness" about you...
Thank you.
Welcome.
-Hi. -Hi...
Comfy, huh?
Please tell me you're not going for the Yacht Week!
Ma'am, your Bloody Mary.
Thank you.
T... Can you get me a coffee, please?
Sure, sir.
Americano, strong.
Or else, this book will put me in a coma.
Yes, sir. I've read it too.
It's rather boring.
Then why am I putting myself through this torture?
What's far more interesting than all of this... are your eyes.
All I need to figure is.. How do I read them?
Kindle or hard copy?
Enjoy your coffee, sir.
I will.
She laughs.
Wow...
You find this in-flight dining menu more interesting than my book?
Of course.
I never imagined Upma would be available on a flight bound to Croatia...
That too with vermicelli
Yummy.
T...
Yes sir?
One Upma, please.
Sure sir.
Hi.
Ćao. Ćao. Ćao.
-Welcome. -Thank you.
Surprise.
Welcome to Yacht Week.
Ladies first.
Rumi...go on... I'll be-
right behind ya!
Let's go, buddy.
"I followed you across seven seas."
This is your yacht, Ooh La La.
"O tormentor..."
You mean we are sharing a yacht.
Yup.
Ooh la la!
Yes. Thank you.
Wow!
Oh, hi. I am Kate,
and this is my husband Leo.
Hey, nice to meet you.
Kate and Leo in an alternate universe.
Should have named this yacht Titanic.
Good one.
She laughed... means good joke.
Nice one.
Greetings.
Zoaib.
And he's...Shoaib.
-Hi. -Zo and Sho.
You two look like twins.
Hey... we're dating.
He's my boyfriend.
It's nothing serious.
I'll keep that in mind.
Please do.
Oh...you guys already met.
-Hello. -Hello.
Oh, Nathulal.
My name is Shaw.
I'll be your skipper for the next few days.
Are you guys sorted with your cabin?
Actually, I don't know who I'm sharing my cabin with.
We are all couples here,
so we all have a cabin each.
I guess that leaves the two of you.
The moment...you've been waiting for-
The moment...your heart was craving for
has arrived.
Dearly beloved, shall we check out our cabin then?
By the way, which side do you like to sleep on?
Left or right?
I like to sleep in the centre.
Because I feel very centred when I sleep in the centre.
My dreams are centred.
My thoughts are centred. My life is centred.
Excuse me. What's the procedure to change the cabin.
Nothing.
Come on, Hun.
Heads up...
I snore at night.
If I'm not snoring, I am blabbing.
If I'm not blabbing, I am kicking.
I hope you're okay with that?
No.
No...
Hello. Hello.
Hello, Mom.
This is the place from the show.. With Khaleesi...
Did you find your "Khaleesi"?
Where would I find one?
Okay, fine. Enjoy yourself.
Hi
Jia, my coffee.
You're anyway going to the café.. Could have had it there...
It's hot.
What do you do on the phone all day?
Tinder.
What?
It's a dating app.
Trying to find a guy for myself.
I'm old enough, aren't I?
Since you don't see me as someone you need to "give away",
I guess I'll have to carry my own burden.
Naughty.
Finish your coffee.. I won't heat it up again...
Where did you go baby?
I handled two thousand soldiers in the army.
But these two young daughters...
I wish you were around.
-Here. -Thank you.
Excuse me.
Can I get this?
Thank you.
Gulaš Premium, yeah.
Thank you.
Hi.
Wassup.
Listen, are you carrying any Theplas or anything, from India?
You seem like a total mama's boy.
Didn't your mom pack any food for you from India
No.
First of all, I am not from India.
I live in the US.
Secondly...I was in Delhi to organise a wedding.
-You're a wedding planner? -A-list type.
Our wedding company is one of the top 10 companies in the world.
Hitched Forever.
And its net worth is...
Why should I tell you?
I don't even want to know.
Even though you're not from India, your Hindi is pretty good.
Just like you're from Agra and still speak in English.
Excuse me. I have a Master's in English Literature from Stephen's, Delhi.
Excused.
I'm a PhD in Bollywood films from my mother's womb.
I was only three years old when I saw Ram-Lakhan.
Since then-
Very good.
Got any Theplas?
No.
A: Because I'm gluten intolerant.
And B: I believe, when in Rome, do as and...
Do the Romans.
Enjoy your food.
Now that you're of no use to me. Bye.
Yeah, please.
My mom always says,
have your meals with good company and good thoughts.
Otherwise, it gives indigestion.
So please, vamoose.
You know, you are stereotypically annoying.
I mean... Just irritate for the heck of it...
I mean...unnecessarily, for no reason...
Blah-blah-blah...
Grow up, buddy. Please.
Did I walk up to you?
I was clearly famished, that's why I came to you..
Sorry, I made a mistake!
So did your parents.
Very bad, Mr and Mrs Vardhan.
How could you do this?
Yummy.
What's the meaning of sleeping out here?
What do you think I'm gonna do if you share a cabin with me?
You look pretty disappointed that I am not sharing a cabin with you.
If I want, I can get seven different girls
to share the cabin with me this whole week.
The classic male ego.
Listen, wannabe feminist. It's not about ego.
Sleeping here means you're judging my character.
You think I am a pervert. And that I'm not okay with.
Relax.
Why are you sleeping out here?
Lie down.
What?
Lie down, dude.
Dude?
The dude will lie down.
Stop staring at the moon and look up.
You think you're the moon?
Delulu.
Wow!
Tell me,
with a view like this, which idiot would sleep in a cabin
Me.
Listen, ZNMD's Katrina.
All this sounds good only in the movies.
I need my bed, blanket, a hard pillow to rest my head,
and a soft pillow to cuddle with.
So I am off.
And here you go...
Theplas.
Thepla?
From a continental restaurant?
Yes.
I got it made...by chef Benito... these Theplas.
By buttering him.
Cute, right?
I know.
Bon Apetit.
Theplas.
Look who's back.
My roomie.
R O O M I E.
And isn't she ready for the week-long party of the year?
Your male ego allows you to do a skin routine?
Shocking.
What can I say?
Breaking cliches...is my favourite hobby.
Good. I hate cliches.
By the way, thanks for the Thepla.
How much do I owe you?
If I say, "Don't be cheap, it's just a Thepla."
You'll say, "Classic male ego, won't let a female pay, etcetera..."
So, five Euros.
Okay.
Don't bother.
Buy me dinner tomorrow.
Then we'll be quits.
"I'm taken by your obsession."
"Crave your possession."
"Chasing after you wherever you go."
"Let things unfold exactly as it wants to."
"I'm taken by your obsession."
"Crave your possession."
"Chasing after you wherever you go."
"Let things unfold exactly as it wants to."
"What is your objection?"
"Be like the waves..."
"...the heart's like a wandering boat."
"This secret I want to share,"
"your anger feels fake."
"You look startled,"
"that I've taken over your world."
"So baby love me, even if it's just a lie."
"Whether we meet again or we don't."
"But in this moment I promise..."
"tomorrow can wait..."
"You are mine, I am yours, I'm yours, you're mine"
"even if it's just a lie."
"Come fall in love, even if it's just a lie."
"Whether we meet again or we don't."
"But in this moment I promise... tomorrow can wait..."
"You are mine, I am yours, I'm yours, you're mine"
"even if it's just a lie."
"I'm taken by your obsession."
"Crave your possession."
"Chasing after you wherever you go."
"Let things unfold exactly as it wants to."
"I'm taken by your obsession."
"Crave your possession."
"Chasing after you wherever you go."
"Let things unfold exactly as it wants to."
"The darkness runs deep,"
"dive in with me, let's look for signs,"
"let's go, let's go."
"Before the dawn returns,"
"let's do something sinful-together."
"And in all of this by sheer accident, this bittersweet season has taken over."
"So baby love me, even if it's just a lie."
"Whether we meet again or we don't."
"But in this moment I promise..."
"tomorrow can wait..."
"You are mine, I am yours, I'm yours, you're mine"
"even if it's just a lie."
"I'm taken by your obsession."
"Crave your possession."
"Chasing after you wherever you go."
"Let things unfold exactly as it wants to."
"I'm taken by your obsession."
"Crave your possession."
"Chasing after you wherever you go."
"Let things unfold exactly as it wants to."
"I'm taken by your obsession."
"Crave your possession."
"You are mine, I am yours, I'm yours, you're mine"
"even if it's just a lie."
What happened?
Nothing.
Why are you crying?
What happened?
The initial reviews of my book are out.
The one you tricked me into buying.
No one's going to buy it now.
Almost every reviewer gave it two stars.
One of them even said he read it only because he had to review it...
Or would have moved it to trash right after reading 10 pages...
Oh Sweet Lord!.
Tragic
Why didn't you use CHATGPT.
What?
Why do you writers get so sensitive about AI?
It's only because of this attitude of your tribe that,
I had to wait three years for the next season of Stranger Things.
Those bloody kids were now grown-ups.
And the little girl...was married now.
I felt so strange, you know.
And why?
Because AI scared you out of your wits.
Adapt bro!
Personally, if you ask me-
AI is fab.
I mean, what are these writers striking for anyway?
Very good. Fantastic.
You know what, finish your whining.
I'll share my sorrows with myself.
By committing suicide?
How does one share their sorrows with oneself? Nonsense.
You've lost your mind...
Rumi.
I was seriously joking, man.
Rumi. I was only kidding.
Learn to take a joke, babe.
I in fact found the first three pages pretty interesting.
Just for those, I would have given it three stars.
-The remaining 300 pages... -Finish the book.
And prove to me you don't think like the other reviewers.
Definitely.
-When I land in the US... -Read it now.
Now?
I want to feel good right now. So read.
I'll make you feel good.
I found this amazing club - Carpe Diem.
I've heard that their music, dance, ambience, atmosphere...
I heard it too. And I am off.
But if you want to make me feel good,
then sit and read.
I never even read for my board exams.
Why would I do it in Croatia?
Carpe Diem means Seize the Day.
And I am going to seize it, girl.
Fine. Bye.
Four stars.
I read it on the flight itself...
Then why the unnecessary drama?
Because I really like...
teasing you.
Is it?
What else do you like?
I don't like watching you dance with Zo-Sho.
You know they are gay right
I don't like watching you dance with gay boys either.
You can't hear properly.. Can you?
I asked what do you like about me...
The way you DM into my eyes, midst conversation...
I like that.
Amazing line. I'll use it in my next book.
Sure. But give me royalty for it.. Right now..
Isn't it the most cliched thing...
Hooking up with a stranger on a trip like this....
What if I say...
I am married.
Now that's serious a twist in the plot.
Come on.
Good morning.
Sorry...
We're going on a tuk-tuk ride today.
Join us.
Have fun.
Is everyone going?
Then I wouldn't miss this Tuk Tuk ride for the world
So funny, huh.
Always.
You didn't tell me your wife's name.
What wife?
Your wife. You said you're married.
You know I was joking.
Joking?
Yes.
You lied to me.
Here I was thinking my holiday is taking an adventurous twist
And I'm gonna be involved with a married man...
and you turn out to be single.
Are you seriously upset that I am single?
Obviously.
If something were to even happen between us,
what would we have told our kids?
Mom-Dad met, hooked up, got married, and
lived happily ever after?
How boring is that!.
-Huh? -Boring.
Boring.
What exactly do you want missy?
I'm looking for a '90s love story in the 2025 hookup culture.
What exactly is a 90s love story?
A classic 90s love story has seven stages.
First...?
Meeting a stranger at an exotic location.
Ooh... Check!
Then?
At first sight, you want to break his jaw.
Double check! I felt the same
Eventually...you start warming up to the same stranger...
Are we getting there?
You certainly are.
Number four...?
When it's time to go your separate ways,
you realise both your hearts are headed to the same destination.
Then?
Then...
Then comes stage five...
The big C - Conflict!
Parental opposition.
If you manage to impress the parents in stage six,
then stage seven is happy ever after.
Otherwise, their love becomes immortal after death.
Guys, come here for a group selfie.
Coming.
Say Hvar...
Khaar...
Hvar...from the epiglottis.
Hvar!
So you want your Akbar (dad) to oppose your love story.
I do... but who's going to listen?
Don't you get along with your old man?
How can we?
He just can't take that step from being a father to a friend.
Who do you get along with more?
Never got the chance to get along with my dad.
I was three when he left us.
But my Wonder Women
never let me feel his absence
So I was right - Mama's boy.
Truly, deeply, madly.
The girls of 2025 are not into Mama's boys ha...
It's a red flag.
I Look photoshopped, don't I?
From Malaika to Malala...
Urfi to Kamala...
no one will let this mama's boy slip away.
You actually think you can impress all of them.
They are as good as impressed.
Malaika's sexy, I am super sexy.
Urfi is cool, I am super cool.
Malala is sensitive...
I'm a sensitive sulk pot
I cry watching Indian Idol.
And that Kamala... will get this shoulder to cry on after losing the elections.
How will she let go.
I mean, look at these collar bones...
Better than pillows.
You've got your own little ivory tower don't you,
Where pink unicorns fly.
No, that's not the case.
It's just a case of, "I'm sexy, and I know it".
Good for you. I'm getting something to eat.
Wait.
Why?
I think I'm coming down with Stage Three...
Slowly...
Warming up to the stranger.
You know...
like...falling in love type.
If we get to stage four, we may be in trouble...
Wait.
We have four more days.
Let's see if we get there or not.
And if we do...
I'll narrate our boring love story to our kids in the most entertaining way.
Pinky promise.
"Be a little merciful."
"Stop for a moment, just stay."
"My heart is giving in."
"I am starting to believe."
"For both of us."
"Question."
"Is this the road..."
"...that leads to love."
"Or does it stretch beyond love..."
"...all the way to paradise."
"For both of us..."
"Both of us. Both of us. Both of us."
"My feet stand still,"
"weighed down by the grief of nowhere to go."
"But rumours sound familiar,"
"that love is seeking..."
"Both of us..."
"Both of us. Both of us. Both of us."
"These conversations sound so poetic."
"The intoxication... grows on me like sunshine. "
"The world spins...like a madman."
"The heart's totally flipped,"
"lost entirely in love."
"Leaving no stone unturned..."
"to find the one destined"
"For both of us..."
"Both of us. Both of us. Both of us."
"Is this the road..."
"...that leads to love."
"Or does it stretch beyond love..."
"...all the way to paradise."
"For both of us..."
"Both of us. Both of us. Both of us."
What happened? It wasn't me.
I got bitten by a jellyfish.
Jellyfish?
-I'll get you out of here. -Hurry up.
-Slow down. Slow down. -Quickly.
Hold on. I am hurrying. It's full of stones.
Ray, do something. Suck the poison out.
That's only when you're bitten by a snake, you idiot,
not a jellyfish.
And we 've barely met...
why would I suck your poison out?
Just do something. Call the doctor.
Doctor?
Yes. Doctor.
Hello, doctor.
Rumi got bitten by a jellyfish.
Poor thing's lost her mind from the pain.
Come immediately to the VIS Island in Croatia.
Take a flight, then a taxi, then a yacht...
And dive straight into the ocean...
Can you swim?
Ray!
You can! What a doctor.
We'll meet you halfway.
The doctor's on his way.
Do you want to speak?
Good God.
There's only one solution to this right now.
-Do you want to do it? -What?
Have you seen Friends?
Monica gets bitten by a jellyfish, and Chandler...
Pee? No!
I know. I know.
And I won't be able to do it in this situation.
Hold on until the yacht arrives, my love.
Do it.
Just do it. Do it.
-Do it? -Yes.
I did drink water.
Things you do for love.
There's a cream available for everything these days, baby.
This is the best one. No stings attached.
Are you ever serious in life?
Or always like this... a leaking laughing gas...
This laughing gas has started to leak.. Just a couple of years ago...
Before that, life barely gave me a chance to smile.
Is it?
How cruel was life to you, before that...
Do you know why I never studied even during my board exams?
Because my entire focus was on cricket.
I was the captain of my school cricket team.
My coach was convinced I'd represent the country one day.
It was my dream too
Then one day, mom's prayers and her dreams finally came true...
And we got our Green Cards
We left India, and I forgot my dream.
But why?
If you had talked to your mom about it...
I'm sure she would have understood.
The responsibilities of her old parents..
My school.. College.. She had too much on her plate...
So moving to the US... was the right decision.
And had I told her about my dreams...
she would've immediately torn those Green Cards..
Fulfilling my dreams would have become her life's only motto..
That wouldn't have been fair to her... would it?
But wasn't it unfair to you as well.
Parents make so many sacrifices for their children.
It's only fair that children make a few for their parents too.
But still...sacrificing your dreams is not easy.
When it comes to choosing between your family and your dreams...
Family First!
And I truly believe..
A man who can't make sacrifices for the most important woman in his life..
Is not man enough..
Hello. Hello. How's it going?
Much better than expected.
I can see that.
The glow on your face says it all...
-Who is the girl? -Girl?
How do you know it's a girl?
Could be a guy.
I am okay with that also,
but two days ago, I came across your porn search history on your laptop
So I am sure...it's a girl.
Mom...
That's a cute laughter. Show me her face.
Show me.
Hi, aunty. I am Rumi.
Hello. Hello, Rumi.
What you seek is seeking you!
Nice to meet you.
God bless.
Thank you, aunty.
I think her phone died.
What you seek is seeking you...
I love you!
I love you.
You are crazy.
Even Mom approves of you now
So, I love you.
I've never told anyone about my dream.. About giving it all up...
I don't know how I could say it to you.. So easily...
Since that day, I've had this feeling--
That you're the one I want share my fears, desires, emotions...
And emotions.
Will you let me?
While Rumi and I had almost crossed Stage 4
on the other side, 3600 miles away from Croatia-
Mumtaz Mahal from Taj Ganj in Agra had also found her Shah Jahan.
Thanks to Tinder.
And in the room below,
the big C of our love story was about to begin.
Conflict.
Parental opposition.
Remember...the eight-year-old boy,
who was sleepwalking like a zombie.
That's him. Colonel Amar Vardhan Singh.
Jia, mom's final words were, "Lock the door at night".
Where is your attention?
On Tinder, of course.
You are out holidaying, coming back and getting your own house on rent
and have the guts to blame me.
Leave it. I will handle everything.
Just like I always have.
And Sukhi's with me.
Sukhi?
Jia...
Hi.
Hi
You guys continue,
-while I'll go get these medicines. -Okay.
We met two months ago on Tinder.
Flew to India six days ago and also met my dad.
Dad likes him a lot, Rumi.
I wanted to surprise you when you got back, but...
It's alright.
I am getting married, Rumi.
Sukhi is from Canada,
and that's where I want to settle down.
I have finally found the man of my dreams.
I have decided.
I'll call you back.
Okay, bye.
The flight leaves at 10.
Ferry leaves in 30 minutes.
I've packed our bags.
Our bags?
The yacht week doesn't end for two more days.
We were anyway planning on extending the trip.
Let's go to India instead.
That way, I can meet your dad.
Ray, I think we should slow it down a bit, okay.
Slow down exactly what?
All of it.
Saying I love you without thinking.
Deciding to fly to India with me. Meeting dad...
And meet him and do what? Ask for my hand in marriage?
Yeah.
Ray, listen to yourself.
We've only known each other for 10 days.
My parents were in a 10-year relationship
before they got married.
Their marriage didn't last for two years.
So time means nothing.
I've had three relationships and multiple flings.
But I never said I love you to anyone.
I had decided...
The first girl I say I "love you" to
will be the last girl I say "I love you" to.
And now that I've said it,
meeting your father and talking about marriage is just a formality.
I am not in the same place as you are...
Nor can I ever be.
Rumi!
Why not?
Jia's wedding is already fixed.
And her fiancé is from Canada.
If both sisters settle abroad,
who will look after Dad?
And my sister made countless sacrifices for my dad and me.
I can't ask her to make one more.
I just can't.
In short,
I can't get married...
until my father draws his last breath.
Which I hope never happens.
Dad.
Yeah.
What are you doing, Dad? I'll do it.
I'll do it. Leave it.
When I try to do something, you don't let me and then say I'm lazy
I just said don't do anything stressful.
Quick question...
Weren't you supposed to be on that trip for ten days?
Why'd you come back in eight?
That's two days of money wasted. What is this Rumi?
Otherwise you'd have harrowed me
"Daughter's on vacation while her father is stuck in the hospital."
Harrowed?
-Don't strain yourself, Dad. -Dear God.
I am coming. Dad...
Who else would I harrow if not you?
Jia's leaving us. Now you get her share.
Okay Sukhi, I will call you later.
Dad.
I was thinking I should apply for your Canadian visa too.
Canada?
Why?
Why else?
Who will look after you once I leave?
-Excuse me. -Correct me if I'm wrong.
You expect a devil to look after satan.
Even this devil will get married someday.
If she finds a foreigner like you, she will leave too.
What then?
That's why I keep telling you-hire a full-time caretaker for me.
Because I am not leaving this place.
Why so stubborn?
It's not stubbornness, child.
It's attachment.
It's not just a house...
It's a home.
I didn't serve this country
to walk away from it one day.
I won't even leave this room.
My soul dwells here.
I am not leaving this place.
If it's a tree, should I just leave it and go?
Hello, Sukhi.
All the medicines have been written in order...
And this BP medicine, cannot be skipped, anyhow.
Ray.
Finally...
I was waiting...
how long will you keep pretending that you're unaffected?
One thing I know for sure
This is the girl who's going to be my daughter-in-law.
She is putting family before love...
Fab!
-You went against your family for that... -Idiot.
You can call him an idiot.
I can't.
...and got married to him.
So now this daddy's princess has become a role model for you.
Bloody convenient.
The other day, she was arguing with a broker about living independently.
And one tiny accident suddenly made her--
Hold on right there.
If I even sneeze, you behave like the world is ending.
Tiny accident!
We realise the true worth of our parents
Only when we realise they won't be with us forever.
And she has realised that.
Therefore, I won't give you permission to move on from her.
Have you lost your mind?
-She literally turned me down. -And you accepted it?
Loser.
-Loser? -Is this what I taught you?
Sit around doing nothing. That's it.
What do you expect me to do?
Go protest outside her house.
And don't come back until she says yes and comes home holding your hand.
Pinky swear to you.
Listen to me...
We know one thing about us-
we mother and son never give up on someone we like.
And since we both like her, we'll have to double our efforts.
One thing is clear
we're moving into our new house only after you bring Ruhi home as your wife.//
Rumi not Ruhi
Potato-potato... same thing.
She is never going to agree. She's twisted like a pretzel.
If she's a pretzel, then Pinky is pure chilly.
Spicy...
You want me to go?
Go.
We can see it from our terrace.
We've come here at least a hundred times.
Why are we here to see the Taj?
These things are important, dear.
We're the bride's family.
Stop being so archaic, Dad.
Mom. Let's take a selfie.
Oh come on, when will this whole selfie culture get cancelled?
-Along with several other things. -What?
No...
-So, Mr. Bhatia, Mrs. Bhatia -Yes.
What do you think of the Taj?
Great.
We've already seen four other wonders of the world before this,
Oh, how lovely.
-How nice. -Yes.
-But I must tell you, this fifth one... -Yes.
-I truly mean this. -Yes. Yes.
It's the most underwhelming and pathetic one I've ever seen.
-Totally pathetic. -Fine, then let's head home.
It's not right for Dad to stay out in the heat for so long.
-Me too. -Okay, come, come.
-Mrs. Bhatia... -Yes?
You should know
this one is actually the most beautiful of all the wonders.
Do you know why?
Because its foundation was built on love.
Well, it doesn't work for me.
Come on let's go.
Let's go.
Come. Come, dear.
See...
You broke... crumbled to dust,
my stubborn ways left you undone.
My charm finally worked.
Shut up you human jukebox.
Surfaced out of nowhere to work your charm on me again.
You will just make it harder for me to move on.
Stupid boy, go back.
Listen.
Turn.
Fine... I don't have an ego. I'll face you instead.
-Do you love me? -Isn't that obvious?
Then, don't give up so soon
Give me a chance to show the colonel what a big green flag I am.
The colonel was in the Indian Army.
He hates green flags.
Correct.
I have an orange jacket.
I'll wear that when I talk to your father.
About what?
About us.
He might probably agree to move to the US with us.
Indian cook, desi style... we'll arrange everything.
The best medical health.
Bed exit alarms, sleep walking wrist bands-you name it, you have it.
On top of that, he's retired.
It'll be an easy-peasy move.
Uprooting him at his age just for my happiness... doesn't feel right.
After all, who really retires from their roots?
And you...
Can you forget your love so easily?
I don't have to.
I love you.
And that feeling makes me happy.
But I can't live with you,
and that's my decision.
Why regret a decision you made for yourself?
You're not being fair.
To us...
I know.
But I am being fair to dad.
And that is what matters.
Rumi...
Ray...
don't make this harder for me.
Go away.
Is it even possible... to leave without you?
No chance...
No can do.
Right, Shah Jahan. Send me good vibes, bro.
Yes, son. Tell me.
I told you she won't agree. The trip was a total waste.
I'm forced to live in a four-star hotel.
As I told you...
she will never let you directly speak with her father.
The old man must have already said...
"I cannot leave this house, my soul dwells here."
That's it. He must have put her on a guilt trip with such tacky emotional lines.
But don't worry. I have another plan.
We need a foolproof plan, Mom.
The only foolproof plan is, son, that we get rid of the old man.
Kill the old man?
I want to get married, not land in jail.
Okay, leave it. I have another plan. This one will work.
Tomorrow at nine you've to meet two people.
Okay.
Meet San-Sunny. I mean Sana and Sunny.
Sana-Sunny.
Owners of Shagaai Shaadi Wagairah Wagairah.
I see.
They are the best in the business
who have organised many high profile weddings.
I've made it pretty clear...
Jia and Sukhi has to be the best wedding Agra has ever seen, at least.
Oh, God.
That's not possible, aunty.
Dara Shikoh and Nadira Banu got married in Agra,
and the total cost in 1633 was 3.2 million.
Which adjusting to inflation be about... 900 million.
So assuming we're splitting the expenses equally...
Is your budget 450 million?
Joke.
She is the joker of the family.
This is not the time for a history lesson, dear.
What is the time?
He's late.
Our boss is here.
Your boss?
He's our boss... Rehan Mehra.
-And sir, he's... -I know.
He knows... ?
The groom's family.
Mr and Mrs Bhatia from Toronto.
Yes. That's right.
And he's... the bride's father.
Colonel sir.
Ex-Indian Army, Veer Chakra 2015 awardee.
-Jai Hind, sir. -Jai Hind. God bless, son.
With your blessings, happiness will kiss my feet.
God bless you.
Fryums. I love these.
So... where were you?
What type of hashtag is this?
JiahuiSukhi?
So regressive.
So misogynistic.
Cancel it right now.
And anyway, look at these two,
It's obvious the boy's happy because she walked into his life.
One minute.
How is this man your boss?
Exactly.
Aren't you two the owners of Shaadi Shagaai Wagaira Wagaira?
We got sold.
-What? -Exactly.
You see, my US-based company Hitched Forever,
which is one of the world's top ten wedding planning companies...
bought 75 percent stake in these sellouts company Wagairah Wagaira.
Who's the boss now?
Moi.
Interesting.
And how many similar companies in India did you buy stakes in?
This is the first one.
Lovely.
And why this one?
Yes, sir. Even I was thinking, why did you choose us?
What can I say?
When something catches my attention, I don't... give up.
We caught your attention. Yah!
So excited you two. Sit down.
Any more questions, madam?
What's going on?
Effort, attempt, strive, endeavour.
Got it.
You already gave up,
but I cannot give up on us.
Because that's not the man Pinky raised me up to be
Listen, Mama's Boy... I didn't give up.
Not living with you was my decision.
No regrets.
Show me. Give it back.
Don't irritate me.
Guts Pro Max.
You are irritating me.
I made such a big gesture...
bought 75 percent stake in that stupid company Wagairah Wagairah overnight.
And you are not even getting that aww feeling?
How is that going to help?
There is no problem to this solution. It's a dead end.
Dead end so soon.
If ours is just a few days of love
Then it's not like Jia and Sukhi's love is a lifetime old.
Why do we have to sacrifice?
They get an epic happily ever after and ours remains a short story!
Unfair, right?
And anyway, did you run a background check on the Bhatias?
That Sukhi has two broken engagements.
And Mrs Bhatia is having an extra-marital affair with her gym trainer.
I know, right?
She doesn't look like she goes to the gym.
-If she's exercising on the bed... -Stop body shaming.
And how did you get dirt on the Bhatias?
I have done my homework, baby.
One who carries truth and courage in their heart wins in the end.
Look... my family background is absolutely perfect.
Except my father... who is nowhere.
Other than him, everything is in front of you.
My love... that's okay.
But my company's net worth is 4.2 billion.
Now I can tell you because I love you.
Try to fight for it.
Confuse... your sister.
Put her in doubt... against her would-be husband.
Rumi.
Look... rather than you leaving me, let Jia leave Sukhi.
She'll get over him.
But you'll never be able to handle my FOMO.
Trust me.
I've been through three breakups,
but all three of my exes are miserable without me.
In fact, one of them is getting married to a guy called Yogesh.
-Imagine. -What's wrong with Yogesh?
There's no vibe... like Ray.
Vibe is necessary.
Do you think I would be desperately chasing you
if your name was Shobha instead of Rumi?
My mom's name was Shobha.
And Shobha suits mother-in-law.
Sounds so good on her.
But anyway, the point is...
I can't see you in the same condition as my exes, baby.
Who am I doing this for?
For you.
So please, help me help you.
-You know what? -What?
I'll have JOMO not FOMO
That I didn't end up with a self-obsessed... Sorry.
Self-possessed guy like you.
So, here's what you do...
Go grab Kamala, Malaika, Malala or Urfi...
I am leaving, okay.
It's not self-possessed.
It's just a simple case of, "I'm sexy, and I know it".
Rumi.
Oh, God.
She made me walk in this heat.
I think I'm fine.
Do you know Sukhi's had three broken engagements?
And his mom, Mrs. Bhatia, is having an affair with her gym trainer.
I wonder what else we don't know about them.
Should we find out?
I know.
Even I had three broken relationships.
So?
How is it?
Very nice.
Right. We never discussed your relationships.
Especially that Vicky.
It was pretty serious, wasn't it?
Keep it.
Thank you.
- I don't like the gold here but... - It goes well for a cocktail party...
-I am getting it changed. -Give it to me...
In the army, I did everything myself. but I got spoiled here, son.
And they are the ones who spoiled me.
Ghanshyam stood us up again.
He didn't show up at Shastri's place either.
Which is why I am here.
Daaling away to glory.
You hired a new cook?
Yes, and I like him better.
He's hired a better cook than Ghanshyam.
I can guarantee you that.
Tarla Dalal... is a distant aunt of mine.
Hold on.
Proof is always in the pudding.
Told ya.
Can you tell me why you're actually here?
Want me to say it?
Fine. I'll say it.
Go ahead.
Although we discussed it in the morning with everyone,
but a truly memorable wedding is the one where
the bride's side picks everything.
So I thought I should ask about your likes and dislikes.
Without those Bhatia's bark...
-Yapping in my ear. -Yap.
There wouldn't be any yapping
if she hadn't shown off her mastery of history.
That's the problem with these pseudos.
Right.
What did I do?
Were you the cook at Dara and Nadira's wedding?
Taking to them in that cheeky tone of yours.
-We're the bride's family-- -Please, Dad.
Stop lecturing me on the dos and don'ts of the bride's family.
Actually, he's right, you know. We really do have to keep these things in mind.
Otherwise,
the groom's side starts counting the cubes of cottage cheese in the gravy.
So true.
Don't worry.
Tomorrow, my publisher will transfer a fat amount for my next book.
That will put Mrs. Bhatia's pride in place.
We won't have to compromise on the pieces of cottage cheese, okay?
Amazing.
It's truly a Woman's World!
Amar.
Why are you shouting?
-Take a breather. Heart attack. -Hello.
-Hello, dear.
Since Ghanshyam didn't show up today, we brought you food.
Love grows when you share your food.
-How are you, dear? -I am good, aunty.
God...
-Rumi. -Yeah.
Who's the stud?
Jia's wedding planner.
Dear God, he's so cute.
Please, Mom.
-Sister-in-law. -Hello, brother.
Rumi.
Sorry.
Thanks.
Her eyes have popped out. What are you loocking at the back for?
Control. Control.
But how?
Are you alright? What are you doing?
There she goes.
Fantastic.
-Sister-in-law. -Yes.
Rehan's dal outdid yours.
Tots.
Tots?
Totally.
-It's a Gen Z thing. -Zen Z?
Forget it, you baby boomer.
What the...
I like mama's dal always...
Then have some of mama's...
dal.
-But I want your... -What?
Maal.
I mean dal.
Yah.
Please, Mom.
Stop.
Do you want to make me fat?
-Control. Control. -Shut up.
Honestly, Ray.
After tasting your dal, it's hard to believe you're from the US.
Mom and I have travelled all over.
We've tried different cuisines from every country.
But we cook Indian food at home daily.
Dal, rice, roti, and vegetables.
[Rap music plays]
We begin our day with,
"You are everything to me-my parent, my guide, my God."
Are you spiritual too?
That's so hot.
Strict instructions have been given to Alexa.
And Alexa plays.
[Rap music plays]
Technically, we live in the US,
but we've literally recreated another India out there.
Because we love India.
I love America!
Wow! That's great.
You should visit it once.
You will never miss India.
In fact, the US is the best place to settle down in old age.
Their health benefits and facilities... are the best in the world.
In fact...
Nothing is going to happen to his health.
He got shot eight times while serving in the army.
Even those bullets couldn't harm him.
And I've read his birth chart six times.
He won't draw his last breath before completing a bloody century.
That I don't know...
But what I know is this is where I will breathe my last.
Rehan...
I am better off where I am.
Amazing, uncle.
East or West, India is the best.
Any doubt?
No... not at all.
Want some, Rumi... dal of India.
I like the US dal instead.
Give me some.
Yes.
Stop. Do you want to make me fat?
Don't get cute.
That's quite a full, flourishing tree...
Depth.
Heft.
Juicy.
And here's your full glass.
Baby.
Baby?
My beloved wife.
Shobha...
... Ji!
Yes.
Her last wish was that her ashes shouldn't be immersed.
It should always remain in her house, where her family is.
That's why...
I buried my wife's ashes right here.
And planted this tree on top of it.
Papanas. Her favourite.
Papanas?
Chakotra.
Pomelo in English.
Oh... papanas.
Say like that.
By the way, the evening in Dal was amazing.
Makes me want to fire you and hire Ghanshyam.
You goofed up.
But I understood.
Ghanshyam can stay here,
but I can't leave Mom alone.
Dad?
Dad...
He didn't think it was necessary to inform us,
and we didn't even ask.
What an idiot.
Doesn't know what he lost.
Cheers.
Cheers to Papanas.
-Baby. -Love you, baby.
Love you, baby, too.
Next time, I'll check the weather before falling in love.
Is it?
Had I known it was going to be so hot, I would have long forgotten Rumi.
She is not easy to forget.
Want a betel leaf... with tooti-frooti.
Go on.
-Brother. -Come, Ghanshyam.
What a splendid job.
Here you go.
Keep it. Keep it all.
Brother, I can help you every day like this.
Just keep-- What the... Sister?
Be on time tomorrow.
Yes, sister.
-Brother. -Yes.
-Call. -Yes.
Idiot.
Hook or crook... I'll use every means possible...
Sister!
Then go ahead.
While speaking with Jia today,
When her ex's name cropped up
The smile faded off her face
It seemed like she was still not over him.
Meet my assistant, Vicky.
Hello.
An idealist.
Vicky.
Yes.
Show Madam the decor options.
Until then... her sister and I... will discuss the food menu.
Done.
Madam...
Hi.
-Decor. -Yes, decor.
So you quit your father's garage... finally?
Yes. You said I should take up a job.
And you joined my wedding planner?
Yes... This was my best chance to get the wedding called off.
Call off the wedding? Excuse me?
Did you check his background?
Yes.
He's short-tempered. Didn't finish college.
Is jobless.
Usual issues. Nothing major.
And you're trying to patch Jia up with a guy like him?
That Sukhi isn't exactly perfect either
He never touches his father-in-law's feet... so rude.
He whiles away time in his father's garage,
and that Sukhi in his dad's bathroom fitting company.
They are both nepo babies.
Not like me... came up the hard way.
Don't stress. I've hired him in my company.
And his biggest USP...
He lives only fifteen minutes away from your house.
Your father's issue... sorted.
- It is not my fault. - Please make him understand.
What mess has he created?
Over there.
What?
-Dad. -Rehan.
It's a good thing I found you.
Why didn't we find you earlier?
What happened, Dad?
Don't know what conversation Mrs Bhatia and this idiot had...
Total miscommunication.
She said Sukhi was born at 10:15.
This idiot thought it was 10:15 in the morning,
when in fact he was born at 10:15 at night.
She didn't bother to tell, nor did he ask.
But she should have told me 10:15 in the...
-You should have asked. -Wait a second.
Does that mean the birth charts don't match?
Is the marriage cancelled?
Who's he?
Hello. I am Vicky.
Birth chart.
The birth charts are a perfect match now.
Okay.
But... they can't get married after two weeks.
Oh...
So... the wedding has to be postponed?
Well, I believe any amount of time invested in a wedding is too little.
I think you need time.
Yeah.
No.
Not postpone... the wedding has to be pre-poned.
-In exactly... -Five days!
Five days.
Meaning... we have very little time.
-Oh, God! -Control!
We all have very little time.
Who's going to explain Bhatia?
We'll do it, Dad.
Down.
Moments this auspicious come once in a century.
If you ask me, you really shouldn't miss it.
Grab it. Grab it now.
It's a disaster, Shastri ji.
A complete catastrophe!
You don't understand.
Tell me-how are we supposed to manage everything in five days?
Just stitching his wig alone takes six days.
Is that a wig?
Yes. Fooled you, didn't it?
You are not worried about my wig.
You're worried your gym trainer won't make it here in time.
It's not funny.
Who started it?
And I'll finish it.
As I was saying, Shastri ji-this mess is massive.
But I get it... I truly get it.
People use certain tricks to cut down expenses.
No, no. It's not the way you are thinking.
-I understand... -What are you saying?
-Be quiet.
-Mom... -Shut up! It's basic math.
Fewer guests means less expense.
But sounds rude.
I said it.
-Why... -Why shouldn't I?
Tell me how? Are you going to tell me?
You don't understand my point...
And I believe, fewer people means double the fun.
So, whether your trainer shows up or not-
and your wig's ready or not-
If you truly want to enjoy your son's wedding,
you should go with the auspicious date, which is five days from now.
And anyway...it's not a party if you can't let your hair down.
Right, Bhatia sir.
It's a personal attack on you.
I agree.
Mom... I can't wait for a year.
Son...
It's okay. We'll get married in five days.
Right Jiya?
Don't worry, sir.
Everything will get done on time.
God bless.
-Wagairah-Wagairah... -Yes, sir.
-Get to work. -Yes, sir.
-For the cocktail party. -Let's go. Hurry up.
-Jai Hind, sir. -Jai Hind.
Smile.
-Check if that went in. -No, it didn't.
Who's missing you at this late hour?
Listen to this.
-Stories, gossip, tales... -Wow!
Are often only of unrequited love...
A love that succeeds is rarely ever spoken of.
Who is sending you such sad, helpless, depressing messages?
It's a group of lovers.
Here, we provide services to mend each other's hearts.
Add me too.
You don't need it. Girls must be queuing up after you.
Long queues.
-Right? -That's true.
Monday to Friday, outside my office.
Saturday to Sunday, outside the house.
I told you.
But they are not my type, you know.
Is it?
Not at all.
Can I ask you a question?
Duh!
Gandhi-Nehru fought so that we could ask anyone anything in this country.
Ask away. It's a democracy, bro.
Come here.
Leave it.
If you say no, I will be heartbroken.
How can I break your heart?
I like you a lot.
Ask away. Hit me.
No... first ask.
How do you like my little witch?
Very cute.
She's one in a million.
Will you marry her?
Old man, it's what I came here for.
We met in Croatia.
-Great. -During our first meeting,
it felt like destiny was trying to bring us together.
How nice. How nice.
-Same flight. -Wow.
-Same yacht. -Amazing.
Same cabin.
In fact, we crossed the four stages of the '90s love story.
-I am so proud of you. -Thank you.
Crossed four stages!
-Where are you going? -Who's making that noise? Thank God.
"Has my heart gone crazy"
"It says that don't worry now"
"Come and say this freely"
"It's the time to disco"
What's going on here?
Huh?
Sorry. You were supposed to ask this question, but I did.
That's my question. I'm going to ask.
Oh...territorial?
Yes, territorial. Ask.
What's going on here?
You cut it off at my favourite part.
She threw up after four drinks.
Embarrassed the entire family.
Is it? And you...
What did you do with him in Croatia?
What did you do with me in Croatia?
-Tell me. -Tell him.
-Tell me! -Tell him!
Which stage?
Fourth stage.
-Fourth stage.? -Fourth stage.?
Sorry, baby. It's not me. It's the whiskey.
Sorry.
But don't get us wrong, okay. What we have between us is...
true love.
-Wow. -Yes.
That day you slipped...
I mean, fell down. So she flew back to India.
And I followed her.
I want to marry her.
Ray, stop it. I told you not to.
Okay. Okay.
She said no.
Do you know why?
For this girl who's throwing up.
Come here. You can throw up later. Come here.
Because if both sisters get married and settle abroad,
then who will look after you?
God of Death.
Go on.
And thus our love story's on the fifth stage.
Parental opposition.
Conflict.
A big C.
"What's behind your blouse"
"What's beneath your veil"
She's here... Mother India.
How are you doing, Colonel?
I am doing great.
Your dance today was simply amazing. I'm impressed.
Thank you. Thank you.
Even you danced beautifully. Very beautiful.
My childhood dream was to become an item girl.
Item mom...
Tell me, Colonel, what is your problem with moving to the US?
Mom...I'll tell you what the problem is.
It's not her. It's the whiskey.
-Come down. Come down. -Coming. Coming.
Come on.
Are you dancing at your mother's wedding? Turn it off.
Ghanshyam, turn off the music.
Yes, brother.
Turn it off.
Mom...
Is this what I taught you?
When elders are talking, never interfere.
-Alright. Listen to me... -Pinky swear.
STFU.
It's okay.
Keep the calm.
What an arm!
So, Colonel, what is your problem?
-Nothing. I don't have a problem, I... -Look...
We'll hired a talented manager for your cafe.
List your home on Airbnb.
And...there's a collar available for sleepwalking back home.
We'll put it on you.
We'll know as soon as you step out of the room.
Aunty...let's not discuss this right now.
When elders are talking, never interfere.
And Colonel...
if you still want to carry on with your "Won't Quit India" movement,
there's a state-of-the-art old age home in Dehradun.
We'll have you enrolled there.
Are you going to say something?
He won't break a swear.
We don't have a choice, dear.
Shastri ji says your dad's going to live till he's 100.
How old are you?
Currently...63.
37 years? My God.
How will these two manage for 37 years?
Look, Colonel... Understand.
Either you die on your own...
Or our last option is to kill you.
Aunty, stop it. What are you saying?
Have you lost your mind?
-No. -Then enough!
She's rambling under intoxication.
-Please... -Not a word more.
-Please. Rumi, please. -Dad, please.
Quiet!
Rumi!
Mom, one minute.
I was only giving the solution. I...
This is not the way to speak to mom.
Mama's boy to the rescue.
Didn't I say I don't want Dad to find out about us?
And you didn't respect it.
What else should I do?
What is the solution to your obstinacy?
Did anyone ask for a solution? No!
Do we want to hire a manager for the cafe?
No!
List our home on Airbnb?
No!
Enrol Dad in an old-age home? Absolutely not.
So, please.
Keep your solutions to yourself and get the hell out of here.
Rumi!
You are being rude!
Apologise.
-I didn't say anything wrong. -Everything you said is wrong!
Your ideology is flawed.
When daughters are born,
parents are aware that eventually she will move to her own household.
This... is my home.
Want me to get married and move to the US?
You nearly died the other night.
How can I live with my guilt if anything happens to you?
I am not going anywhere, leaving you.
Because my soul dwells here.
I am ready to settle down in the US.
I will go.
You refused to go to Delhi for two days for the wedding of your own niece-
Leaving this tree behind.
Can you move to the US?
Don't sacrifice your future for my past.
Don't
Don't.
Don't sacrifice your love.
Don't.
It's no longer about love, sir.
Any girl who misinterprets my mother's intentions,
speaks rudely to her,
doesn't deserve my love.
Marriage is out of the question.
Ray.
If anyone else had spoken so rudely to you,
you know what I would have done.
I am not a mama's boy for namesake.
Let's go.
Dad!
Rumi.
Why should you make the sacrifice?
Why not me?
Because you've already made your share of sacrifices.
But Rumi...
Who took care of Mom till she breathed her last?
Could I become a writer
if I had quit my course midway?
So... it's my turn to greatness.
Don't let mom's love blind you.
Even you know it's my fault.
I wasn't amused either when you said you'd get him killed.
Rumi.
I am sorry, dear.
Don't apologise, aunty.
I shouldn't have spoken to you so rudely.
I am sorry.
I crossed the line.
If you hadn't crossed that line,
my words wouldn't have come true.
That my son will never find anyone better than you.
Rumi.
Doctor.
Did you miss his blood pressure dosage in the morning?
Rumi?
Carelessness with medicine, can prove to be fatal.
Look.
Even if you leave the medicines on his table,
he still forgets.
They need to be handed to him directly
We were lucky we were together today,
so we got to the hospital on time.
But what if no one had been here?
I know you'll say...
He's ready to move to the US.
But how can I... put my happiness before his?
I can't do it.
Parents make many sacrifices for their children, so...
It's only fair that...
the children make some sacrifices for their parents.
I really thought you well.
You did.
There was already a lot of drama at the musical nite,
that you topped it all with this melodrama.
You scared us, dude.
That Rumi...
That Rumi is naive.
She's like me.
I'll explain to her.
I am ready to move to the US.
You are such a latch-on person.
No one's willing to take you there.
What are you ready for?
So emotionally, you were singing "I love my India".
Now stay here.
But promise me...
you will complete the century.
Because I love you more than I love your daughter.
You filled the gap...
that my idiot father left behind.
And anyway...
Stories, rumours, legends, These are all marks of love that failed.
Aren't they?
But...
Oh, please.
I am doing a pathetic job of trying to act strong.
Don't ruin my performance with your practical talks.
What do you want?
Permission...
... to call you dad from now on.
You have every right.
Give up your stubbornness.
I am ready to settle in USA.
Dad, is it necessary to get married?
Absolutely not.
Only...
The reasons have to be valid.
The burden of your marriage not happening because of me.
I wouldn't be able to carry this burden for a long time.
Rest is upto you.
I am so sorry, son.
Mom.
-What happened? -I am so sorry.
What happened, Mom?
Pinky promise.
Will you do as I say?
Remember how the girl at the wedding in Delhi
wouldn't stop crying and was irritating us.
I was laughing at that time,
but I knew exactly the state of her heart.
It's... truly the hardest day in a girl's life.
Where she is expected to instantly leave behind
her life, her relations, and her home.
And make this new place and people her whole life.
Unfair, right?
I'm gonna change it.
Someone will have to take the initiative.
You...
marry Rumi and...
settle down in Agra.
Have you lost it, Mom?
Do you know what you're saying?
You won't find a better girl than her.
She thinks only about her father, and you only think about your mother.
She is trying to get over her love for her father.
And you quit your dreams for your mother.
But no more. Enough.
You're not getting it, Mom.
I can't live without you.
I love Rumi a lot.
And no one can probably change this fact.
But no one can also change the fact that you are my first love.
And I can't think of living someplace else without you.
Then I'll come along with you.
We, mother-son, we'll be all over the old man's place like we own it.
It's not that easy. This house, the...
My home is where you are.
So, if it's Agra, then f**k it.
We're moving to Agra.
You made a pinky promise.
And as the two soulmates, that they always knew they were,
kissed each other.
The fireworks illuminated the dark sky.
The two lovers not only left each other's embrace,
but also each other's lives.
With a promise in their heart to love each other forever...
...and ever.
I will always love him.
Forever and ever.
Very Nice.
How did you all like the book?
I am sure you all loved it.
Rumi wrote it with a lot of love.
I will give it five stars - No!
I'll give it gold stars.
But, Rumi, today I want to give something more than stars.
Rumi.
Will you marry me?
Hey...
"You are mine, I am yours."
"You are mine."
Where?
Why?
Without a reason...
Wait right there.
How are you?
I read your book.
It's nonsense.
Because in real life, only knowing how much the hero loves the heroine,
is not enough.
It's just not enough.
It's a happy ending only when the hero and heroine
live happily ever after.
Can Dad add our names to his ration card?
Because we, Mom and Son, are here for good
to set up camp permanently in your home.
And if your father has a problem with you,
then he has no idea what's in store for him.
But that he has to be okay with.
Because mom's coming with me in a package deal.
What are you saying?
It's very simple.
Had I realised this earlier,
it would have saved months of emotional drama.
I forgot my own rule.
What is a man who cannot make a sacrifice... for his favourite woman?
How does it matter whether you move in with me or I move in with you?
Whether Dad moves to the US with us
or Mom moves to Agra.
Doesn't matter.
So we came here.
Plus, this is 2025.
When the bride sweeps away the groom,
that will make a classic love story.
Which we will tell our children.
And if we have daughters, I won't let them go anywhere.
After their marriage,
I will make their husband live-in sons-in-law.
Like my father-in-law.
So Rumi Vardhan...
Will you marry me and my mom?
Yeah.
-I am so sorry, baby. -It's alright. It's all in the family now.
So finally, Rumi and I found our '90s love story in the 2025 hookup culture.
Our story didn't have any parental opposition,
but without parental support,
this love story would have never been complete.
And it's also right...
Without the support and blessings of the parents,
no love story can ever be complete.
Whether Alexa plays it or not, but the truth is...
But the truth is...
You are everything to me-my parent, my guide, my God."