Older than Purana.
Before history.
Backward with age-old traditions, Rajasi.
Whichever story you think of,
it's already been written several times here.
See it from the spectacles of Ganga.
Everything looks equal.
All colors are the same.
Ash, bones, tears...
sweat, blood.
What did she eat last night?
Well, she had-- What is it called? Prawns.
-And who are you? Family? -No, I'm her tenant.
Okay.
Get the OT ready!
Stomach needs to be pumped!
Blood samples.
Doctor, she'll be okay, right?
Please go and sit there.
No.
-Thank you. -It's okay.
Aunty, is Shalu recovering?
I don't know.
I have never liked the idea of single girls staying alone.
I called her mom and told her that
I will take her home with me from the hospital.
Also, I'm getting the house vacated tomorrow.
Aunty, what about me?
You search for another place.
Don't you have any friends here?
Can I stay with you?
Are you crazy?
-Will you stay at Dombivali? -Yes.
Already ten people are staying there.
Will you stay atop my head?
-Just one month. Aunty, please. -No way.
I can't take the risk of having a single girl alone as a tenant.
You vacate the house tomorrow. I will come in the afternoon.
-Bye. -Aunty, please.
-She's not a snake, she's a witch! -Savita!
Hold on, my boss is here.
-Yes, sir? -What's for breakfast?
-Poha. -Oh, no! Do one thing.
Make a few sandwiches and bring them to my study room.
-Sandwiches? -Yes.
Are guests coming over?
They were expected at 10:00 a.m.
To the study room, okay?
Nothing, I'm just working. Tell me.
Please come, madam.
Sir!
-Yes? -Your guest is here.
Send her in.
-Excuse me! -Sir, sorry.
Sorry, sir. I got late.
Shalu got food poisoning, so I was up all night…
It's okay.
-Sorry, sir. -No problem. Will you have coffee?
You are sitting in a place…
where neither my friends nor publishers are allowed.
But…
you are sitting here.
And I don't even know you.
So, for the next one week, we're going to rectify this lapse.
Rect…
Sir, I know English, but not such heavy-duty words.
Heavy-duty English!
It's okay. You don't have to apologize.
Never apologize because you are not fluent in English, okay?
-Okay. -Yeah?
So, I was saying let's correct the mistake of not knowing you.
Okay? So…
let's start with your name.
Didn't I tell you my name?
But…
you…
You sent me text messages. What have you saved my contact number as?
Well, I…
-It's okay, you don't need to know. -Sorry?
It's okay.
-What's your name? -Meetu, sir.
Meetu Mathur.
This is not going to work.
What, sir?
Ghoor-Ghutan?
What?
It's like a staring game,
and the one who blinks first, loses.
Ghoor-Ghutan!
-Genius! -But it's not working on me.
Okay.
Let's do one thing.
I will ask questions and you answer.
Done.
That story.
That story…
I've already sent that to you, sir.
But that was just a sample. It's not the complete story.
Tell me the whole story.
From the first scar.
When? How? Why? Where?
And listen.
Don't hide anything.
Alright?
So, tell me.
Why did you slit your wrist?
I didn't do it.
The first scar was not my doing.
Rajasi.
In Rajasi, I was the one looked down upon.
Ask me why.
Well, my grandma said I was responsible for my mom's death.
So, my mom's death anniversary and my birthday…
fall on the same day.
You are intelligent enough...
to understand the rest.
Uncle, what's the price?
Twenty paise.
-Hello, Uncle. -God bless you, child.
Sir.
Have you watched magic shows?
The magician puts a rabbit inside his hat.
He just waves his wand and…
the rabbit disappears.
Even at my home, there used to be a magic show every day.
And the rabbit…
was me.
Because…
I was invisible to my father.
But when I was seen…
it became nasty.
Shukla aunty used to stay in the largest house on our premises.
Lazy to the core.
She slept during the day and would be awake at night.
She was Kumbhakaran during the day…
and a heroine in the night.
It was amazing to see her all dressed up.
Every night, I would wait at the balcony
for the breeze to part her curtains…
only to catch a glimpse of her.
She was truly a fairy princess.
Who else would have that kind of love in their heart?
God!
And one day, the magician just waved his wand and…
my father saw me.
Meetu!
-Come! -No, father!
-I said, come! -No, father, please!
Let her go! Please spare her! She hasn't done anything!
Dance!
I said, dance!
Father!
It's hurting!
Send me home.
Thank you, sir.
Sorry.
Meetu?
I'm fine, sir.
Tahir, let's go. It's getting very late.
Mayanka, that's Meetu Mathur. Meetu, that's my wife Mayanka.
Hello.
Tahir, we are getting late for lunch. We can't miss that.
Oh, yes.
You get ready, I will join you in five minutes.
-You okay? -Yes.
So?
Daddy issues?
Who's your daddy?
Very funny.
No, seriously.
Isn't she a little dangerous territory?
#MeetuMathur.
I know you are seeing your writing material in her.
But she is a small-town vulnerable girl.
Hope she doesn't end up making you her whole world.
I smell some jealousy here.
Yeah, right.
Listen, put this on me.
Listen.
I'm not coming.
Something just flashed through my mind. If I don't write it now, it will be gone.
I'm so sorry.
I can't.
You carry on.
TINY, SHE WAS.
TINY, HER FEET.
SO DELICATE THAT HER FEET BARELY LEFT ANY FOOTPRINTS ON THE SAND.
BUT THAT CITY LEFT SO MANY SCARS ON HER.
Have you seen a magic show?
The magician puts A rabbit inside his hat
and waves the magic wand and…
the rabbit disappears.
In my house…
I was the rabbit.
Have you ever seen a magician…
perform a trick with a rabbit and a hat?
Luck swirled its wand in a similar way.
Little did luck know that this girl isn't a rabbit…
but the hat.
If luck is the magician, then…
this girl…
is magic herself.
Fucking hell! This is gold!
You are back!
Tahir, thematically, this is a sequel to Raand, Saand, Seedhi…
I know.
Why didn't you tell me before that you were writing something like this?
I didn't know myself.
The story just…
came to me, you know.
God!
You know, forget the producers.
Actresses will form a queue to get the rights of this book.
I mean…
what a role!
What a character! What a girl! I mean…
this is Filmfare material. Seriously!
Hello, Baalu? The house is vacated.
No! It's not a one-bedroom house.
Tell them it's a two-bedroom house.
What do you mean where's the second bedroom?
There's a kitchen.
One person can sleep comfortably in there.
Are you done?
Okay, I'll hang up. Send some tenants.
Raand, Saand, Seedhi, Sanyasi. Part two.
Love it!
I don't smoke.
We can start promotions right away, okay?
After last night's nuisance, I think that's the best thing to do.
What nuisance?
I didn't do anything.
I was busy writing.
And your biggest fan ever was also "writing".
On Tweaker. Check this out.
"Rohini Menon, illiterate bitch!"
That's not it.
"If you don't stop writing in a week, I will destroy you."
What the hell!
Tweaker has gone fucking mental.
This is a direct threat.
I'm gonna kill this bastard.
Listen… Tahir, calm down. Think twice before you reply.
There's no time to think. I'm taking this guy down, okay?
STOP ABUSING ME. I'LL GET YOU ARRESTED AND YOU KNOW THE REASON WHY.
NOT JUST ROHINI, BUT YOU TOO ARE AN ASSHOLE. WELL, ALL WRITERS ARE!
Tahir.
No, no. Relax.
My husband and Tweaker.
Listen, you're coming with me for the toothpaste ad presentation, right?
Yes, of course.
And…
hope you don't have a girlfriend or a wife.
No.
Good.
Good?
Why?
Because these presentations begin with coffee and…
end with Long Island Iced Tea, so…
it's gonna take long.
And by the way…
thanks.
-For what? -For formatting Tahir's computer.
You're welcome.
-Okay, I'll see you. -I'll see you.
Stop barking, you dog!
Those who write, write.
They don't make noise like a worthless and impotent guy like you.
Me and impotent? I will show you.
Now I won't bark, but bite you.
Show yourself, you fucking troll! Hiding behind a handle.
Everything that you love
will be taken away from you.
#realitycheck
No one can either see you or is listening to you.
Everyone will listen.
Shut up, you fucking prick!
You will regret this, Tahir Wazir.
You'll be scared to step out of your house.
And after that…
I'll enter your house and you wouldn't even know.
No, give me more options with cheese.
Yeah.
Okay. No, not-- No, not that.
Come in! The door is open.
Yeah, what were you saying?
Not thin crust. No, no.
What else-- Okay, one second. Hold on.
I'm ordering a pizza. Any favorite toppings?
Peppers, onions. Just don't say pineapple, please.
Mushroom.
Okay, mushroom.
One large deep dish pizza with mushroom and cheese.
Yes, you have the address. Thank you.
Do you know a broker?
Fuck this shit, you're coming with me.
Sorry?
That's it! Stop, stop, stop!
I can't.
Come on, Mayanka!
Even amateurs don't stop at one drink.
That's too much.
To Mayanka, and her uncanny knack of bagging a winner.
That merchandising idea of yours.
Moving graphics on POP. Wow!
Okay, I'm going to have just one last sip.
I'll drink to that.
You can close the window. I'm done smoking.
It's nicer this way.
This traffic, smoke…
noise…
do you like all of this in Mumbai?
And vada pav.
Of course, vada pav.
Man, I'm starving.
But don't worry, we'll be reaching soon.
This is where I stay.
Nice area.
By the way, Mehta was right.
Your ideas are quite cool.
Actually, that was nothing big.
Nothing extraordinary.
That's the problem with all of us.
We can't handle a simple compliment properly.
Thank you?
See!
Wasn't that hard, was it?
Have you been following the Tweaker war between Tahir sir and WazirIsGod?
Tahir…
Tahir will be Tahir.
If he decides to write, he simply writes it.
He doesn't think about the world.
Straight from the heart.
I guess that's what makes him so special.
Hey!
Sanjay!
Oh, man! It went so good, really.
Parth's ideas were brilliant!
The client was totally happy!
You know what?
He's giving us five more animation films after this ad.
Let's do one thing.
Let's end Parth's internship.
Let's promote him to a full-time employee, okay?
Also...
let's take him to EEGA Awards as well.
Yeah. Oh, yeah! Yes, boss!
Yes.
Yes, boss.
I'm so sorry, ma'am! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to-- I mean…
-I'm-- -It's okay.
But means a lot.
And…
I'll see you!
Let's go.
Kandivali?
Thank you.
There you go.
Cheers.
Sir?
Tahir. Just Tahir.
Tahir sir…
how can I-- This is such a big hotel.
it's too expensive for me.
Don't worry, it's not for me.
And I'm not making you stay here forever.
You can move out once your accommodation is fixed.
-That's it. -Sir, how can I--
You can return the favor.
Sorry?
The second scar.
Oh, yes.
And the second story.
This…
I did it.
I was sixteen then.
I did it myself.
But not to die.
I did this in order to live.
My father had a heart attack.
He passed away.
I had to quit school and…
I didn't have relatives.
There was someone very distant.
People started saying that…
the responsibility of a 16-year girl is tough.
My father had a friend.
A gentleman.
Everyone believed…
that he did a noble deed.
He married seven helpless girls.
And I…
was the eighth girl.
You were just sixteen?
Yes.
And him?
Must be…
around 40 or 45.
And no one stopped him?
Who would have stopped?
Everyone said, "Meetu is so lucky."
My God! You were just sixteen, man!
When you're born in the mountains, age is counted only in births, sir.
The fear of getting hurt.
The fear of failing in mathematics.
The fear of father's scolding.
All these fears…
are these really scary?
I understood it that night.
He broke me completely.
From the inside.
Not my virgin blood.
Something else inside me broke that night.
How dare you?
How dare you…
kick me?
You will go to hell!
I will send you to hell!
I was born in Rajasi.
I'm not scared of dead bodies.
Darkness and death
are just a few steps away from where I come.
Then, why would I be scared?
Sir, what happened here?
Throughout the day, I was called fortunate.
The next morning, I was called unfortunate.
And later, I was called evil.
All this in just 24 hours.
Till today, I hate those flowers.
Sir, sorry.
-Tahir, can I ask you something? -Yes.
Why are you asking me all this?
You didn't even know my name.
But right from the first day, you're showing interest in these scars.
So what?
I was there before these scars…
and I'll be there after them as well.
And I'm there between these two phases as well.
I have a life!
Don't you have any interest in that?
You are writing a story…
just about these scars?
Check, please.
-Can I go inside? -Yes.
Sorry… sorry!
You are actually…
dangerous territory, Meetu Mathur.
And the story's ending began to unfold.
From the first character,
from the first page, and…
from the first letter.
You're back!
So soon?
The drunk's toothpaste.
Totally drunk!
You can take full advantage.
Help!
I really love you, Tahir Wazir.
I love you too.
Chapter two.