Hello, everyone!
Welcome to the tea party!
And the rebellion has begun!
How did you like Asmara?
You know, she's learning fashion design online.
Guess she gave up midway.
That's why she cut my dress in half.
Shut up, Sharifa!
-She's a child. -What did I say?
What do you mean, "What did I say"?
Don't be unkind!
She was unkind to my dress!
Look what she did to it!
Don't worry, Auntie.
In her own way, Asmara is a superstar.
Shut up, Afroz!
Thank heavens she's not from Tibbri Road or…
Would you do the same?
Would you have allowed Rukhsana to wear such clothes?
-Sister, show me some dance moves. -Okay, fine!
This is the first move.
Grandma?
Tea?
Get some poison for Farida!
What a terrible girl!
Go. Serve tea to your mother.
Where is she?
Asmara has just crossed all limits!
The whole town must be gossiping!
Dear, why worry about what people say?
People can't be alike.
Tell me something…
Will you wear Asmara's jeans
if she insists?
What a ridiculous question!
-Why would I? No way! -Exactly!
Then why should she wear something that you insisted on?
Acceptance and coercion don't go hand in hand.
Have faith in Asmara.
However, she may appear on the outside…
After all, she is our Arshiya's daughter.
Give her a chance to fit into our world.
Am I right?
Isn't it?
Say it.
You're making sense for the first time.
Oh, wow! That calls for some pudding!
You're incorrigible!
06:30 a. m. in India, 09:00 p. m. in Canada.
06:30 a. m. in India.
09:00 p. m. in India. No! 09:00 p. m. in Canada!
I hate lying to my friends! Okay…
Not now, please.
Morning, sleepyhead!
Why do you have to call so early in the morning?
Listen, what's up with T?
Why isn't she answering her phone?
How would I know? Calling me and asking about T!
You're spoiling my beauty sleep.
-Today, I look puffy… -Naina, please stop talking.
You're looking very beautiful.
Let me try calling Tania again.
Oh, no!
-Hi, Dad! -Tania!
-You're still up? -Yeah, couldn't sleep.
Another all-nighter?
Yeah,
clients, deadlines…
Crazy creatives. You know how it is!
Why don't you go to sleep in the bedroom?
Bedroom… Well… I…
I don't want to disturb your mom.
I'm okay over here.
Listen, Dad…
Since summer vacations have started,
I was thinking of joining your agency as an intern.
It'll be a good opportunity for me to come and learn something.
That's a fantastic idea, Tania!
In fact, you know Mandy,
our Creative Director. You can intern under her.
Perfect. Exactly what I was thinking!
-I want to shadow Mandy. -Okay.
-Perfect! -Good!
-I have to take this. -Yeah.
My daily call with Asmara and Noons. Can't miss it.
-Good night, Dad. -Good night.
Or morning!
T is here! Where were you?
What's up, T? Why didn't you answer the phone?
And why do you look like that?
Is something wrong?
It's been so difficult since you left, Asmara.
I feel so alone.
How do I deal with my emotions?
Okay, fine, I'm kidding, you dumbasses.
Life update, I think I'm going to be interning at my dad's agency for a bit.
I'm bored being home.
Hey! What about Canada?
How will we go? Why didn't you tell me?
Why am I not in the loop? What the hell!
Such a cool idea!
And you're so creative!
And you'll definitely learn a lot from this.
Canada can wait.
I think you should definitely dive into this right now.
Oh, no! Dad said I can go to Canada only if T is going.
-Thanks a lot, ditcher! -Please relax!
I haven't started working yet, Noons.
Once we get the visas,
I'll take a couple of weeks off and we'll go to Canada then.
But, T, you can go to Canada anytime…
You can come to Canada anytime.
You'll never get a chance like this again.
Asmara, it's my dad's agency. Chill!
You tell us, Asmara. Forgotten about Bengaluru after going there?
Oh, yes, tell us, how's Canada? How's the weather?
How's Toronno treating you? Right, T?
-Toronno. -Shut up, Noons.
Asmara, have you been to any gigs yet?
Have you met any boys there? Are they cute?
Where is the photo dump?
Hello, guys, can you please chill a little bit?
Why are you being so aggressive this early in the morning?
Morning? But…
-It is 12 hours. Right, T? -Nine and a half hours…
Yeah… It's night out here.
Verbal jet lag.
-I'm a little tired. -Come one, come all…
Carry the waste, and give it to the sanitation workers.
-Asmara, what's that? -Hello.
Guys, I can't see you.
-Your video is frozen! -Hello, Asma… We… hello!
I'm in Canada.
I'm in Canada!
Hello, Grandpa.
Hello, Son. What's wrong?
The builder has broken down Nadeem and Tausif's shops.
How can he do that?
I've heard they took money from the builder.
The rich sure know how to exploit the poor.
Great!
What do we do now?
Now we have to stand by each other.
If you get to know
of anybody willing to take money from the builder,
tell them to come meet me.
-Okay. -When did you come, Farzaan?
-Hello, Grandma. -Hello. Stay for breakfast.
No, I better go. Have to open the shop.
I don't mind tea though.
Sure, right away.
Sit.
Grandma,
I'm very sorry about the tea party.
I ruined your party.
Ruined?
Says who?
Everyone's talking about the party!
But people were taunting you because of me.
People always say things.
That's what…
They do!
Right!
Grandma, let me help you.
Yes.
Serve this tea…
to Grandpa and Farzaan.
-Okay. -Don't spill it.
-Careful. -Yes.
I'll get biscuits.
It's…
It's just endless discussions with no solution.
Nothing ever happens!
They all are useless!
-I mean… -I'll try getting more information.
-Yes. -Grandpa, tea?
Thank you, child.
Here.
Aren't you forgetting something?
Yes. Sugar.
Thank you. You forgot to say that.
Oh, right!
-Thank you, Grandma. Nice tea. -Wel…
Welcome, Son. Have biscuits.
Why didn't you have your tea?
Don't feel like it, Farida.
That builder has broken down two more shops.
I'll have to go and click pictures.
No way. You're not going.
You were about to fall this morning.
Will you stop treating yourself so badly?
And what about the builder treating us badly?
No worries.
I'll go!
I'll click the pictures.
But you don't know this place well.
Farida, Farzaan can go with Asmara.
-No! -No!
Grandma, vegetables.
Yes, thank you, child.
-Perfect! I'll go with Rukhsana. -Where to?
-Yes, Asmara, you can go with Rukhsana. -Where to?
This is good.
Rukhsana, you can go with Asmara.
-Go where, Grandma? -I'll fill you in. Come.
In those clothes?
Oh, right!
Grandma, vegetables.
Thank you, dear.
Grandpa, Grandma, I'll leave.
See you.
-See you. -See you, Son.
I told you…
Give her a chance to fit in, Farida.
Will you give yourself a chance to get fit?
Can you please…
-You know I'm saying it out of love. -You're always scolding me.
-Thanks for taking our account. -Bye.
-You said yes. -I had to say yes. Come on!
-How will I do it in two days? -You will. Come, we will go inside.
No, you will.
Look.
This is good.
Hi, babe. How's the first day going?
So much fun. What are you up to?
Come over for lunch.
No, Mom wants some fabric from Safina.
-So, that's where I am right now. -Fine, be like that.
I have to get some prints.
I'll call you in the evening, bye.
Naina!
You didn't tell me you're coming.
I came to see your practice.
Guess you're busy.
Who said I'm busy?
I always have time for you.
That's Brother's shop. Husn Pari.
I'll be right back.
-Hi, Chhotu. -Hi!
I know what you're thinking.
It's not right to judge people by their clothes.
-Yes! Exactly! -So wrong!
Exactly! It's very wrong!
But clothes represent culture.
And embracing our culture is a whole other thrill.
Like Umman ma'am…
When she travels to America, she wears jeans.
That's great for her.
What's your point though?
Don't judge people for judging you.
And anyway, all clothes have their own charm.
Who knows?
You may enjoy trying this on.
So…
try it?
-Sure. -Okay.
Could you turn, please?
So. shall I tell Grandma, that you'll be dressing like this from now on?
Yes.
Okay.
No!
Of course not!
I've told Grandma already
that I will never wear any of this!
All right!
When all of Tibbri Road calls you a classist, accept it.
When they taunt Grandma, tolerate it.
I mean, people judging you for your clothes is wrong.
But you judging our clothes is okay.
Great logic!
That's not what I meant.
Doesn't matter.
You'll never wear this, right?
So, no point discussing this.
I'll put it back.
Listen.
Yes?
Pack it.
Sure?
Yes.
Will you pay for it or…
No, I was just asking.
Chhotu, pack it.
If you meet Rukhsana…
-can you send her to me? -Rukhsana!
Even I think so.
-This is perfect. -Dad, you called?
Oh! Come!
Tania, you know Mandira, our Creative Director.
Mandy, Tania.
-Hey. -She's grown up, right?
Yeah.
She specifically asked to shadow you.
-Clearly, you have a fan in her. -Clearly, you have good taste.
Can't say the same about Dad though.
Right? Look at him!
He's wearing a floral T-shirt
with a jacket and it's not even tucked inside.
Hello! The clients love it and that's what matters.
-Okay? -Sure!
Tania, don't listen to her. And Mandy,
-no special treatment for her. -Yeah.
-She's just another intern for you. -Yeah.
I need to be going to the meeting.
AB, please do not commit to any timelines without asking me.
I never do! Chill!
-AB, you promise? -Yeah, don't worry. I promise.
So, Tania,
I've heard a lot about you from AB.
I can't wait to see what you can do.
You will if you take time off from chit-chatting with Dad.
What does that mean?
Nothing.
I'll go now.
Teenagers!
Dhruv!
Oh, my God! Hi!
You know, the guitar is my favorite instrument!
How would I know?
I don't even know you.
I'm Asmara, this is my grandma's house.
Suhail.
And this is not my grandma's house.
Do you live here?
Yes. I'm a "kiraaydaar. "
What's that?
Tenant.
Never seen you around. Why?
I'd gone home during my college holidays.
But didn't love it there, so I came back.
Lucky you!
I don't know if I'll ever love it here.
Then find something to love.
Look closely, it must be around.
Suhail!
The food is served.
Okay, I'll be there.
See you later.
Think of a song until next time.
Sure. Bye!
What were you discussing?
What is it to you?
Good point.
Hey! Got everything done?
-Look. -Show.
Perfect! I like it!
-I like it. -Okay.
Hello, I'm Dhruv.
From Dehradun.
I'm also an intern.
Mandira ma'am said you started today.
Aren't you Miss Tania?
What is this "Miss"? Just call me Tania or T. Move.
Okay, Miss T.
Just move, bro!
Mandira ma'am gave this brief.
Let's commence with the task?
One, I don't what that means.
And two, I'm not interested in your chatter so just please…
All I said was let's start with the task.
I'm not interested in working with you.
Did I offend you in some way?
Oh, man! This isn't about you, bro!
I am not interested in working.
That's strange!
If you have no "dilchaspi" in working,
why are you here?
Again, I don't know what "dilchap…"
"Dil-chas-pi. "
Whatever!
I am here to keep tabs on my dad and Mandira.
-Dad? Your dad also works here? -Which department?
Tell him that today at lunch,
-in the cafeteria… -AB!
AB is my dad.
AB, the boss… is your father.
Yup.
And your Mandira ma'am and him are maybe…
Nothing!
Look, Miss T, you can talk to me.
I'm a very "bharosemand prakar ke insaan. "
-Seriously, dude… -Forgive me.
Trustworthy type of human.
Will you leave me alone if I tell you?
Depends on what you tell me, Miss T.
You see, my desk and my stuff are here so…
Shush!
Sit!
Tell me.
Basically, around six months back my
parents just randomly stopped talking to each other.
-They stopped communicating. -Yes.
Things were fine before that…
And I don't know
what went wrong and now I think my dad is suddenly
having an affair with this Mandira chic…
And like… What is my dad doing?
Does he realize how it's affecting me?
And my mom?
And… if Mom gets to know about this,
I really don't know how she's going to react.
-Do you get it? -Yes, yes.
Wonder why I'm revealing it to you!
Sorry!
I'm late.
Hi!
You have added chores to do with me around, right?
No, I have plenty of free time.
I make time for embroidery, knitting, studies,
and tea too!
Can I stay here for a while?
It's your house. Stay as long as you like.
True!
These words
On the wall…
What's the song about?
Not what but who.
Is it about me?
Okay, bye!
Happy?
Now will you leave me alone?
Miss T, I was trying to tell you earlier…
The table next to you is mine.
Thus, I can't promise to leave you alone.
But I must say this…
I understand your pain.
But if they've fallen out of love,
what can you do?
I don't know what that is.
-I mean… -And I don't want to know.
How can they suddenly…
just like that, fall out of love?
Why not?
You know, like, just like that,
suddenly, you can fall in love, as well.
You can speak in English?
Then why the mind-altering Hindi, bro?
Miss T, please don't call me bro.
Hi!
You're here?
No, I'm there.
Forget it. Look what I found.
My "mostest" favorite video.
-It's just "most. " -Forget it!
Look.
Oh, my God!
Oh, no! How did you find this video?
Do you know what a big hit it is at birthdays and weddings?
-What? -I've been copying
your dance since childhood.
I'll show you?
Oh, my God! Oh, no! Stop it!
-Please! -My favorite step…
Done?
I've been your follower even before the "Killin' it" stuff!
Oh. Thanks…
-I guess… -I'll take my phone?
What do you do in your free time?
Like… to chill?
Me? I watch your dance videos.
-Every day. -Every day?
Don't get serious. It was a "jokes. "
It's just "joke. "
Forget it! I'll show you what I do.
Sit.
Oh, you go shopping!
I love shopping.
You know, retail therapy de-stresses you,
and also, it's really good for your mental health.
I think we should…
Look.
Why do you buy just the patches?
Why not the entire outfit?
I haven't bought them.
I made them myself.
You made these?
Of course! I'm talented, right?
Look, this is my favorite.
-Seriously, babe. These are damn good! -Thank you.
Listen, let's go inside.
Come.
Listen, Rukhsana,
can you put that patch on this jacket?
Yes, easy-peasy.
-I'll do it tonight. -Do it now!
Okay, I'm free anyway.
-Great! -Come, sit here.
Look, Mujeeb…
shops have been demolished on Tibbri Road.
Asmara has clicked pictures
as evidence.
It would be nice
if you could arrange a meeting
with the Corporator.
Yes.
Yes, I'll wait for your call.
Yes. Goodbye.
-Done? -Not yet.
Rukhsana!
-Done. -Show!
Look.
Oh, my God! Rukhsana, this is amazing!
You should start a business.
Designers charge a bomb for such work.
Business?
Who will wear this?
You're talking rubbish!
What rubbish… Rukhsana…
That's a really long name.
Can I call you Ruru? I'm going to call you Ruru.
Ruru, listen carefully.
You're super talented.
You're truly a gifted artist.
I don't know about that.
But if I could earn some money
and help my brother clear Dad's debt,
I'd be happy.
How sweet, Ruru!
So, let's do it! Let's start a business!
We'll modernize your embroidery and sell it.
Embroidered dresses, jackets, earrings…
They're so "in" right now! Hugely popular!
No, no, no!
Firstly, Farzaan won't approve of it.
And if Grandma even gets wind of this,
she'll send me straight to hell!
But how will she find out?
Don't be silly!
The whole town will know if I start a business.
And Grandma will be the first to know.
Perfect! Get up.
Come. Stand up!
-Okay. -Quickly get up and wear that jacket!
Why are you yelling?
-Why should I wear your jacket? -Wear it.
This…
Amazing. Go stand there.
-Perfect! -What now?
Remember posing at the fashion show? Do those!
Strike a pose!
Now do this…
Yes!
One second.
Yes.
Oh, my God!
Done.
Show me.
See.
But you've cut off my head in all of these!
How will you know it's me?
-Exactly! -Means?
If you put that on social media, everyone will know!
Same problem!
That's why I didn't frame your head, darling!
Oh! Now I get it!
Okay.
New account?
Very smart.
Now let's select the photos.
-Okay? -Yes.
This one or this one?
This one.
-This one. -Oh, my God! This is my favorite!
-This should be first. -Done.
And… caption.
Hand-crafted,
custom-made,
embroidered jacket,
made in India,
by our very own…
By our very own…
Husn Pari?
Husn Pari!
Limited edition.
Interested buyers DM for prices.
Done!
-I can't believe! -It's actually…
Forget it!
Rukhsana! Where are you?
There's so much work at home!
Coming, Grandma!
I'll go. Thank you.
-Jacket. -Yes, my stole.
Hold this.
Take this.
-Bye. -Bye!
MISS YOU, DEAR
No way!
But Noons, you were with him, right?
It's not like this photo is fake.
What could I do if he came and stood next to me?
It's a free country.
You were at Safina, right? When did you go to college?
Why didn't you tell me?
What was the point of telling you?
You were busy at the agency.
One second.
Why are you lying to us, Naina?
Do you actually like Armaan?
Maybe he likes me.
If he follows me in real life, that's not my problem.
Impossible! Armaan can't like anybody.
-He's just… -Just what?
What do you mean? I'm not good enough for him?
No, you dumbass!
I'm saying Armaan is not good enough for you!
Exactly!
I totally agree.
Look at his "Killin' it" account.
It's full of his own pictures.
-He only loves himself. -Exactly.
He's not posted a single picture with Nia and hasn't even tagged her.
And they've been on-again-off-again for forever now.
Stop it, guys! There's nothing going on.
Shut up, Naina. I don't believe you.
I'll get my visa sorted right away.
We are going to Canada.
You need to be away from that creep.
But what about your internship?
What if AB Uncle gets mad at you?
I'll figure it out.
Anyway, I'm just an intern.
My absence won't affect the agency.
Right now, we three need to be together.
-No, Asmara? -Of course.
Oh, wow!
What's this?
Oh, you're talking to your friends! Hello!
Asmara, that's your grandma's friend, right?
What's she doing in Canada?