-What happened? -There's a guy…
Nikhil.
Farzaan, actually… I…
Well…
Goodnight.
Farzaan?
Grandma.
Grandma, can I come in?
Come, give me a hand.
Pull from that end.
Like this?
Grandma, can I ask you a question?
Ask.
How did you know that Grandpa is the one?
I mean, the forever kind of love.
Why this question suddenly?
Actually, you are such a lovely couple.
Like… couple goals.
Seriously.
So I was just curious.
How did you know that Grandpa--
We didn't know any of this back then.
Just a feeling.
A voice deep inside.
Do you still hear this voice from within?
After 40 years of marriage,
one goes deaf.
But the voice is always there.
It's just a whisper…
but it's there.
How sweet!
And how simple!
Sit.
Back in our days,
everything was simple.
We didn't have these mobile devices.
We had wired public phones.
We'd scrounge up a rupee,
wait for hours in a queue,
and finally make a call.
What's the thing on your phone? Social…
-Social media? -Yes.
With all the noise from this social,
how will you hear your inner voice?
But want to know a secret?
Come closer.
Even with all the noise…
that voice deep inside cannot be silenced.
If you want to hear it,
then take a deep breath.
And listen, not with your ears…
but from your heart.
And you'll hear it.
Understood?
By the way, Grandma.
How did you and Grandpa meet?
Oh! That's a really long story.
Carry the waste, and give it to the sanitation workers.
-Dear? -Yes?
We're out of water!
Even the buckets are empty.
Do I have to wait for it to rain?
Dear?
Dear, go get some water.
I won't go and stand in that queue.
It's too hot.
Even I feel hot.
I'm a human being after all.
Then show some humanity, towards me!
Now hurry up, or the water tanker will leave.
I went last time.
That was in the evening.
Don't take advantage of me like this, dear.
We are both turning old.
If you're so old, why don't you retire?
When it comes to the redevelop work,
you have such youthful energy! How?
This evening you have another redevelop meeting.
It's "redevelopment", dear.
Redevelop!
-Redevelop-- -Grandma! Grandpa.
Please calm down.
Water has to be brought, right?
-I'll bring it! -Yes!
What a darling child!
And you try to listen to the voice deep inside.
What did she whisper in your ear?
Why do you care?
Great!
While Farzaan is out opening the shop,
the princess here is busy wasting her time.
Go, get water!
Yes, Grandma.
Now!
Turn the water hose on.
-What "turn the hose on"? -My bucket will be filled first.
I was here first! Move back!
Liar! Go lie somewhere else.
I was here first, I'll fill the water first.
-Out of my way. -Keep your hands off.
Or I'll break them into pieces!
Out of my way, I said.
-I was here first. -Did anyone see her?
-What do you mean?!
What is going on here?
This happens every day, child.
The Lord provided us with as much water as we need.
But left us humans with the responsibility of distributing it.
Unfortunately, between humanity and greed,
greed always wins.
See! How savagely they're fighting!
Who are you?
-Why did no one see you if you were first? -Hey!
I kept my bucket here first. I will stand here! Understood?
Is this your bucket?! There goes your bucket!
What will you do now?
Now my bucket is first!
Hello! Hello! Hello!
-Are you crazy? -Yes, I'm crazy.
Stop fighting. Stand in a straight line!
I have other places to go.
Don't try to be over-smart.
Give me water first, or I'll bury you right here!
And if she gets water first, I'll break your head.
What did you say?!
-Why did you push me?! -You shut…
-Fill my bucket first! -Get the water.
Don't threaten me! Or no one gets any water.
Sir? Excuse me?
Why don't you do something to diffuse the situation?
What can I do?
Everyone stands in a queue before I get here.
But as soon as I arrive with the tanker,
the entire crowd pounces on me.
They even hurled a bucket at me today.
They could have broken my head.
How can they behave like this?
Just for some water… to throw the bucket at me!
I'll leave!
I won't stay!
Let me try.
Listen…
-Okay. If you could just… -Yes!
Don't touch me. I'll break your hand!
Don't touch me!
I'll fill my bucket first.
I was here first.
-Hello! -I have been standing here for so long.
Excuse me!
Brother will not give you any water!
Look! Look! That cheater girl has climbed the tanker!
-Come down! -Come down!
Asmara, what are you doing?
-Come down, dear. -Stop!
I didn't climb up here to cheat.
I want to talk to you guys.
Please, can we just talk?
There are so many problems that we have to solve.
If we fight over water,
then what about the bigger issues?
And if Tanker Uncle leaves,
then how will it matter who was first?
Right?
-She is right. -Look…
I think we should let the elders stand first in line,
out of respect for their age.
So please, elders, can you step forward?
Go…
Why is everyone looking at me?
I'm younger than her.
You think anyone believes you?
The old hag has lost her mind!
Just saying, I'm the youngest one here.
Duffer! That means you'll be last in line.
Oh! I'm not that young either.
Okay!
Clearly, we are all blossoming with youth.
No problem.
I feel if you can't be old,
you can at least be honest.
Please try to remember,
who was standing in front when you got here.
And make a similar queue.
I got here first.
-Come on. Everyone, get in a line. -Yes.
-Aunt Ghazala? -Yes, dear.
What time do you open your shop?
Around 05:30-06:00 a. m. Why?
Perfect!
Everyone, listen to me.
Starting tomorrow, we won't fight over water.
Whoever arrives first tomorrow,
will get a coupon from Aunt Ghazala's shop.
The coupon will have a number.
You'll give that number to Tanker Uncle.
And water will be given in that order.
Won't matter if anyone's young or old.
Okay, Tanker Uncle?
Okay, Aunt Ghazala?
See, didn't I say?
Our Asmara is a heroine!
Not a heroine, she turned out to be a Tanker Queen.
-Tanker Queen! Tanker Queen! -Queen!
-Tanker Queen! Tanker Queen! -Tanker Queen! Tanker Queen!
-Okay. I'm coming down now!
Tanker Queen!
Now, everyone, get in a line.
-Come on, form a queue. -You were in front of me.
I was at the front anyway.
-I don't want any more fights. -Yes.
Yes, Tanker Uncle.
-Or no one gets water. -Tanker Queen!
I mean it.
Wow, Asmara.
Thank you.
Nikhil will be proud of you.
Tanker Queen is the best!
You two go home. I'll get the water.
No.
We'll do this together.
Let's go.
Really? That's great news!
I think they are back.
I really thought we wouldn't get any water today!
-Yes! -But we did!
You know…
-I climbed a tanker for the first time. -Tanker Queen is the best!
Tanker Queen is the best!
-Tanker Queen is the best! -…is the best!
-Tanker Queen is the best! -Tanker Queen is the best!
What happened? Will someone tell me?
Grandma,
Asmara turned out to be Tanker Queen.
As usual, everyone was fighting at the tanker.
I thought we wouldn't get any water today.
But then Asmara climbed atop the tanker,
and she solved everything in a snap.
I heard she left Sharifa speechless.
Not just Sharifa, she left everyone speechless.
-Tanker Queen is the best! -She's so cute!
-Tanker Queen is the best! -…is the best!
Hey, Rukhsana! What are you screaming about?
You're making it sound like she invented water.
Come inside!
There is so much to do!
What are you staring at my face for?
Come inside.
Bravo, my Tanker Queen!
Go and give your grandpa this water.
Oh, yes!
This Chenoy is going to be challenging.
Yeah.
Let's see. Guys, the conference room in five.
Five in the evening?
Five minutes, Dhruv.
Have you taught him nothing?
Okay, AB sir.
Dude, I think we're going to be meeting David Chenoy in this meeting.
How cool is this?
Hello, darling. It's so good to see you.
The feeling is mutual, David
You met Mandira?
-Hey! -Of course!
And, David, these are young and talented interns,
Dhruv and Tania.
-Hi… everyone. -Hello.
Suprabhat.
Who are Shubh and Prabhat?
He means good morning.
You'll get used to it.
Desi… I love that!
Which brings me to my two new minions,
Nia and Ariana.
Or maybe it's the other way around.
They have come up with this amazing, amazing idea of
mixing Indian embroidery with…
Wait for it…
Denim!
Amazing, isn't it?
-Amazing! -Yeah, yeah.
Absolutely Chenoy-level.
That is so true.
Honestly, that's a really great idea.
You've found an amazing way
to showcase our Indian artistry to the world.
Yes, whatever he said.
It's amazing.
So basically, all I need
is for you guys to dazzle me
with an amazing campaign.
Any thoughts?
When in India, dress like an Indian?
I love that.
We should totally take the desi route.
I love this! It's just…
This is so unique! You know what I mean?
Got it.
So let's meet in a couple of days with some fresh thoughts on this.
Of course. Of course!
And I would love to hear from desi boy some more.
Thank you, sir.
Are you writing a new song?
Yes.
Got a call from a producer in Mumbai.
Might have to go and meet him for a couple of days.
Hello, mister. What about me?
You're the reason I haven't left yet.
If I leave without telling you,
won't you skin me alive?
If you are so obedient,
why don't you talk to your dad about us?
There is no harm in telling him the truth.
Ruku, you don't understand.
Dad will leave his entire estate to me in a jiffy.
But only if I join his law firm.
But I can't do that.
I want to pursue music.
And until I'm financially independent, how can I tell him about you?
Don't worry.
You'll become independent and soar the skies of success.
Do you know I pray for you every day?
That your songs become viral,
and you get millions of likes.
If I could play flashy club songs,
your prayers would have been answered.
But don't worry,
whether I get the likes or not,
I'll make everything okay.
Then swear on me and say,
that you won't leave me.
But Ruku, I'll have to go to Mumbai.
Why don't you ever take me seriously?
I don't have free time.
I'm an entrepreneur!
"I'm an entrepreneur!"
Look, they want to make us homeless
under the pretext of redevelopment.
And throw us in some corner of the city.
This is not redevelopment.
We are being unfairly treated
in the name of redevelopment.
But, Grandpa,
redevelopment will be good for everyone, right?
We'll get water, electricity, progress… Everything will follow.
And Tibbri Road will finally step into the 21st century.
-She's making sense. -She's right.
She is not right.
Listen to me.
There's no need to interfere in matters that you don't understand.
Listen, they'll throw us away like trash. Believe me.
Excuse me.
She is not wrong. It will help us.
-Try to understand. -She's right.
-I'll explain it to you personally. -Makes sense.
Hello?
Excuse me!
Now, you'll tell me…
what I understand and what I don't?
You can't say something like that and then just walk away.
But it's the truth.
People from Riddley Road will never understand our problems.
I'm saying this because I understand.
This deal will help get water, electricity, and progress to Tibbri Road.
When a deal is this unfair,
it's robbery.
Farzaan, bringing about such a big change,
will be challenging.
You lose some, but then you gain a lot.
Lose some?
Do you understand the sum total of this "some"?
Our childhood.
Our memories.
Our jobs.
All this will be taken away,
and we'll be dumped in some corner of Bengaluru.
Then fight for that.
Not against the redevelopment of Tibbri Road.
Hello, madam!
This won't benefit Tibbri Road in any way.
This is only being done for the rich and private builders.
That's it!
Farzaan, all I'm saying is…
-people's lives will be better if-- -Better?
Better for whom?
Because what you call "better", we call "privilege".
Dude, why are you being so aggressive?
What is your actual problem?
Because you aren't even trying to understand what I'm saying.
Wait!
Is this about Nikhil?
No.
Sir, can I take two?
Okay.
Hi, baby.
Hi.
Hi, Armaan. Great set!
Hey, Nia.
Excuse me.
Why is Nia always hovering around you?
I don't like it.
Naina!
Why are you worried?
You're my number one, you know that, right?
See, her parents hold
a majority stake in our family business.
Our dads are best friends.
So you know, we're friends too.
I have no interest in the family business.
That's why, tennis is so important to me.
Though Dad thinks tennis is just a waste of time.
I wish…
I wish Dad understood me.
I understand you.
If you show this speed on the tennis court,
no one can beat you.
Come on, let's go back.
Come on, come on. Pick up.
Don't you have to go home?
Dad! I'm leaving in five.
Bye.
Asmara was amazing.
Do you know what Tibbri Road is calling her?
Tanker Queen!
I knew she'd fall in love with Tibbri Road,
once she lived there.
That's true.
Your father was right.
We need to give her time to fit in.
Dear, this child ruined all my hard work.
What happened, Mom? What did she do now?
Nothing. Nothing
-You know your father likes to exaggerate. -But Mom…
-Please, tell me. -Talk to you later.
What's the latest disaster?
With the greatest difficulty, I had gathered people yesterday.
Thanks to her,
people will debate over redevelopment again.
Asmara wasn't wrong.
Maybe her tone wasn't right.
Look…
we all want our problems
like water and electricity to be solved.
Right?
And redevelop will solve that.
-So our fight isn't against redevelop… -No…
It's not "redevelop", Farida.
It's redevelopment.
-You get my point, don't you? -Yes.
Then stop interrupting.
Apologize.
I apologize.
Our fight is not against redevelop.
It's against those rich people,
who'll make us homeless,
and build a home for themselves.
We must take advantage of this progress.
Or the world will move on,
and we'll be left behind.
Without electricity and water.
Why are you so stressed out?
Everything will be okay.
Farida, I have a headache.
I know. Take this.
Grandma.
Grandpa. I need to dry my hair!
The sun is out, dear. Go dry your hair.
No, Grandpa. I did deep conditioning today.
And applied anti-frizz serum.
And also some heat protectors.
If I don't blow dry it right now,
my hair will get very frizzy.
And the texture of my hair…
Nazneen has a parlor in the market.
She has a generator, so there will be electricity.
-Go. -Thanks, Grandma.
Bye.
Wait a minute.
Come here.
Turn.
Go.
Thanks, Grandma.
Bye, Grandpa.
Go carefully.
Yes, Grandpa.
Hi! Excuse me?
Oh! Tanker Queen!
Welcome to Katrina Beauty Parlor.
What brings you here with this crown on your head?
Actually, I wanted to blow-dry my hair.
Of course.
I'm an expert in drying hair.
No, Zainab?
Yes!
Hundred rupees only.
Service.
Actually, I wanted to do it myself.
Why?
Is something wrong with my hands?
No, no. I'm just used to doing it myself.
Oh, I see.
If Tanker Queen doesn't trust me, what can I do?
Fifty rupees only.
Electricity.
You can keep a hundred.
Oh, Farha! Come. Sit.
-How are you? -Fine.
What is it this time?
Pedicure? Manicure?
Or do you also want to do it on your own?
No, please go ahead.
Katrina Beauty Parlor is everyone's beauty parlor.
Fifty rupees only.
For self-service.
Dhruv.
Listen.
Listen!
You said that TB lived in your locality.
Will you go click pictures of his apartment for me? Please?
But Miss T, why do you need these pictures?
Dhruv, you said you're on my side.
You said you would help me.
I'm all alone in this. Dhruv, please.
-Dhruv, please… -Hey, guys!
-Yes, Mandira ma'am? -Sit, sit, sit.
What happened in yesterday's meeting,
rarely happens.
A client asking interns to work on an account is unheard of.
I need you two to work extra hard on the Chenoy campaign.
And, Dhruv, it's your chance to shine.
Absolutely, Mandira ma'am.
I won't let you down.
I'll shine so bright
that you'll be "Ashcharyachakit".
Tania, what is "Ashcharyachakit"?
Why don't you ask Dad?
"Ashcharyachakit" means surprised.
My shining will leave you "ashcharya--" I mean surprised.
I'm sure.
So let's catch up before we present.
Dhruv.
Dhruv, go now.
-Get the pictures for me. -Now?
Yes.
But Miss T, what about my shining?
I'll handle your shining.
Promise!
I'll write such great ideas,
your Mandira ma'am will be blinded by your shining.
Go, right now.
Get in his apartment,
be friendly with his maid, and act like a plumber.
And get me pictures from inside his apartment, as well.
Please go right now.
And… if you see Mom, get her pictures too.
-Miss T, will you handle it here? -Yes, go quickly.
Yes, I'll handle everything here. Hundred percent.
-Go now. -Yes, please.
-Dhruv. Phone. -Oh!
This should be a little more natural, don't you think?
Like, see what he's done.
Let's try something like that.
See what he has done.
Yes.
Hello.
-Hi. -Hi.
I'm Farha.
You seem like an expert in hair styling.
That I am!
By the way, tomorrow is my wedding.
-Congrats? -Thank you.
Could you come over and style my hair--
Farha! I'm coming, right?
Yeah, Nazneen's coming, right?
No. I want you.
It's my wedding.
I want to look special.
Actually, Anushka's "Channa Mereya" look
will suit you perfectly.
Marvelous!
See, she's so quick to come up with ideas.
So you're asking Asmara,
meaning Aunt Farida's granddaughter, to come to your wedding,
and style your hair?
Yes.
If she doesn't have a problem,
then neither do I.
Me?
I don't have a problem.
In fact, it's very exciting!
But I have a condition,
I'm not coming without Nazneen.
We'll be your HMU team.
Now who's this HMU?
Hair and Makeup team.
Hair and Makeup team?
Did you hear, Zainab?
Did you hear?
An HMU team is coming to my wedding!
Wow!
Asmara, thank you.
Come up with more ideas, and we'll chat in the evening.
-Definitely. Done. -Alright.
And can I come over in the evening
for my manicure and pedicure?
Okay.
Thank you!
-Bye. -Bye.
Amazing!
So here's what I'll do,
I'll create a group with the three of us.
I'll send some hairstyles on it.
And you can look for makeup references accordingly.
Then we're going to jam.
It's so exciting! This is going to be fun.
One second…
Oh, yes!
Bye!
Ma'am, what did she say?
I don't know about the rest.
But she is right about one thing.
It's going to be a lot of fun.
-Shampoo? -One bottle.
You managed with just one?
Conditioner?
Two bottles.
Sorry.
Oh, she actually created a group. See!
-Oh, my God! -Farha Wedding HMU.
Zainab, didn't Mumtaz get a new number?
Yes.
Give me her new number.
Let's give her some fresh news on her new number.
The people of Tibbri Road…
should know what's brewing.
Listen.
What is it?
I just broke up with Nikhil.
Why?
Because he didn't like my earrings.
Why did you lie about Nikhil?
First, tell me if you've forgiven me.
I have.
Now tell me why you lied.
Now you apologize to me.
What? Why should I apologize?
Why?
Let me tell you why.
First, you didn't reply to my messages.
And I saw it, you completely ignored me.
You didn't answer my calls.
You fought with me.
And you yelled at me.
At me?
And you were going to kiss me the other day, but you didn't do that either!
You know how frustrating it is
when you like a guy so much,
and he almost kisses you.
You have no respect for my feelings.
Who gets a girl hot and bothered like that
and then just ignores them?
Wow. So shady!
Asmara.
What is it?
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Asmara.
I'm right here.
Can I kiss you now?
Here?
What if Grandma drops in?
Let her come.
What if Rukhsana drops in?
Let her come.
Akhtar begum?
Aunt Farida's granddaughter
will be going to Farha's wedding to style her hair.
Are you serious?
Isn't Farha Aunt Ishrat's granddaughter?
Yes.
Many years ago,
Akhtar Begum's fiance
eloped with Aunt Ishrat and got married.
Poor Akhtar Begum.
She was all alone.
She only had Farida to lean on.
Since then, Aunt Ishrat and her family,
and Akhtar Begum and Aunt Farida have been rivals.
This is an ancestral feud.
Forget speaking, they don't even greet each other.
Will you tell Sharifa, or should I?
Now your Asmara is going to style Farha's hair at her wedding.
Control your granddaughter.
She is embarrassing you all over Tibbri Road.
Okay, Sharifa.
Did you tell Sharifa?
Yes.
What if we tell Akhtar Begum about this?
Let's!
It's for everyone's benefit, right?
Do you understand now?
-Water, electricity… -I understand.
Asmara!
Yes, Grandma!
Come down right now, child!
Do you know what's going on?
No.
I'll go take a look.
Okay.
Grandma, tell me what happened.
You were going to Farha's wedding to style her hair?
But what is the problem, Grandma?
There is no problem, dear.
Do one thing…
you and your mom just kill me.
After that, you can keep meeting Ishrat and her family.
Wait a second.
Who is Ishrat?
Grandma's fiance left her and married Aunt Ishrat.
And Farha is Aunt Ishrat's granddaughter.
So?
So? She is our enemy.
Betrayal is her nature.
We don't even talk to them.
But your fiance betrayed you.
How is Aunt Ishrat at fault?
And Farha is her granddaughter.
She has nothing to do with any of this.
It's her wedding.
Such an important day for her.
And for the first time…
someone in Tibbri Road has invited me.
They have asked for my help.
Like I'm one of their own.
So… I'm sorry, Grandma, but I'm going to go help her.
And, Auntie…
Akhtar Begum.
Granny.
Grandma.
Please let go of your anger.
I think you should move on.
Oh?
Now you'll tell me…
when I should or shouldn't be angry?
Wow!
But Grandma, Asmara is right.
Right?
She is right?
And what about the fact that Ishrat humiliated me?
And you?
I can see everything.
How you have my grandson wrapped around your little finger.
Following Arshiya's footsteps!
Why do you drag Mom into everything?
Oh!
Farida?
You haven't told her?
How my son had to leave the country
because of her mother?
Do you want to know?
My Nasir was head over heels in love with Arshiya.
But what did she do?
First, she reeled him in
and then married your father.
Why?
Because he was rich.
And now you're doing the same thing with my Farzaan.
You say it's not Ishrat's fault?
My fiance was wrong…
because he left me for Ishrat?
So when Arshiya left Nasir
and destroyed my family, whose fault was that?
Is this true, Grandma?
Let's go inside and talk.