[solemn music playing]
[girl and man sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
[girl wailing]
[soft dramatic music playing]
'Dad, where did Mom go?'
'She's gone, Meera.'
'From now on, I'm your father'
'and mother.'
[sobbing] Dad... No...
Dad! [sobbing]
Dad!
[anklets chiming]
[unsettling music stings]
[suspenseful music peaks]
[sobbing]
Dad...
[spluttering] Dad...
[anklets chiming]
[eldritch music playing]
- Dad! - [neck snapping]
- Dad! - Are you okay?
- Dad... - I'll get some water.
Where is Dad?
The doctor has asked you to rest.
- I'll get water... - I'll rest later.
I need to go. Where's Dad? Is he somewhere in this hospital?
- He's in this hospital. I'll take... - In which ward?
- I'll take you. - No!
Your slippers!
[door opening]
[monitor beeping]
Dad!
[sobbing]
Dad!
[crying]
He's in a coma. Stay strong.
And please don't stress out.
I'll bear the expenses for his...
Not your help! I need an apology, Mr. Choudhury!
- You are responsible for my father's condition. - Me?
I told you, calling you to Rajbari was a planned move,
but you dismissed it and still went there. Why?
Because that driver kidnapped my niece.
- Shouldn't I have gone after him? - You forsook Koyal.
Not for Koyal, you went there for yourself.
To satisfy your own ego.
And my father is in this condition because he tried to save you.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know this would happen.
Of course, you did!
I'd warned you,
yet you made the mistake of going in there.
If I was foolish enough to go there, why did you come after me?
I was stupid, but why did you make the same mistake?
It's because Dad told me to.
I don't know why I stayed though.
But why did you go to Rajbari despite knowing that it was haunted?
My mother's house is not haunted.
No spirit, ghost or Dakini resides there.
My mother's memories do.
Memories don't take a person's life.
They don't render people in comas like my father is.
- The man responsible for it has been caught. - Who is he?
[Arnab] Our driver.
Gopal.
Look.
Forget your driver,
no human is capable of doing what I witnessed.
Your driver didn't do this to my father, Dakini did.
Dakini does not exist.
This was the work of a despicable and greedy man.
An ordinary criminal!
You're turning a crime story into a horror story.
I've come to save my mother's house from these superstitious stories
and clear the misconceptions around the curse on Rajbari.
This isn't a superstition, I've witnessed it firsthand.
Why don't you understand?
Fine! You say you've witnessed it!
Watch the driver's confession as well.
He confessed on his own.
'Please forgive me, sir.'
'The greed for money drove me to commit a grave mistake.'
'I shouldn't have kidnapped Koyal.'
'When Ayaan came after me, I was frightened.'
'That's why I attacked him.'
'And I even killed the watchman.'
'And it was I who attacked Ms. Ghosh too.'
'Forgive me.'
'We've got the confession, sir.'
'He'll be charged with kidnapping and attempt to murder.'
'He will not think of harming your family again.'
This is not true, this...
- Thakuma... - This is a lie.
Why don't you understand?
[Dakini] 'There's a necklace around my king's neck.'
[Dakini] 'Snatch it from him within twelve hours.'
Thakuma, please tell him I'm not making up stories.
Something evil really lurks in Rajbari.
I've been trying to tell them this for years,
but to these people with progressive mindsets, I'm orthodox.
To them, my beliefs are nothing but superstitions
and the truth is nothing but a lore.
I know you are telling the truth, child.
I'm sorry!
You've all got it wrong.
The driver is not the culprit. He's just a mere pawn.
Dakini is responsible for the events that ensued yesterday.
Stop it.
Please.
What are you saying?
Do you have any proof?
You want proof!
You are the proof, Mr. Choudhury!
Have you seen these marks?
[eerie vocalisation]
Dakini has already made him her target.
[gasps]
[tense vocalisation]
O, Goddess!
My worst fears have come true!
Targets and marks are two different things.
I got into a fight with the driver.
You're instigating Thakuma over two scratches!
These aren't scratches from a scuffle, Ayaan.
But the ones made by Dakini.
[macabre vocalisation]
[gasps]
Wait!
Haven't you been in the hospital for around two hours?
This means, that in the next ten hours,
she will make the third mark.
When she doesn't exist, how will she make the mark?
She was there.
She had you under her spell and was making those marks.
And it was this locket that saved your life.
"Dakini!"
Ms. Ghosh!
I think you need to get some rest.
I know your father was involved in an accident
and your head is hurt.
You're experiencing trauma
and it's impossible for you to see right from wrong.
And trust me.
Had this happened to me, I'd have been sounding like you too.
You saw Gopal and me fighting and made up a story about it.
This is a hallucination. That's it.
There's a difference between hallucination and reality.
The reality is that my father is seriously wounded.
He didn't let me stay with him,
but sent me to you to save your life!
I honoured his wish and came to you.
In London, people who save lives must be termed delusional!
Right now, my father needs me.
So, please...
Please leave.
- Please try to... - Leave, please.
Please.
Let's go, Mom.
[music playing]
Please.
Meera...
[sobbing]
[sad music playing]
[music fades out]
Ayaan should stay away from Rajbari.
If he's here with Meera, he will be safe.
Mom, I lost Mishti Doi.
You brought it with you. Where did the doll go?
It's Mishti Doi, Mom.
It doesn't know English, it only knows Bengali.
Yes, Koyal. You might have left it in the car.
We'll find it soon, hmm?
"Dakini!"
Mother Meera!
My Ishu is so smart.
Did you bolt the door?
Now, quickly eat your food.
Sorry, Ishu. I didn't make food.
Then make it now, Mother Meera!
When are you and Dad coming back?
You know I don't like spending the night alone at home.
Ishu, Dad and I are coming home but first, have food.
What food?
Uh... Your favourite 'doi chire'.
Today's a special day.
I'll teach you how to make 'doi chire', okay?
Hmm...
Not this one, the one next to it.
Yes.
Take it out. Wash the 'chire' just like I do.
[sentimental music playing]
When will you and Dad come back?
'Soon.'
'Ishu, Dad and I are coming soon. First, you eat.'
[sentimental vocalisation]
Come on, uh...
Take the curd out of the fridge and mix the two.
[Dakini] My king!
[eerie vocalisation]
[Bengali] "I belong to you."
[Bengali] "You belong to me."
[Bengali] "Do not"
"leave me."
[Dakini] My king!
[eerie vocalisation]
[sinister laugh]
[loud rattling]
'I'm about to finish eating my food and you're still on the phone!'
I'm coming there on my bicycle now and I will complain to Dad.
Ishu! No... You won't go anywhere.
And you can't complain to Dad.
I... I'm coming to Dad.
Tell me where Dad is. I want to talk to him.
'I want to talk to Dad.'
Ishu...
Okay, calm down.
'Your dad is right here. Let me show you. Wait.'
No! No...
- 'Who are you?' - I'm Ayaan.
Vayuyaan?
- 'Mr. Choudhury, please. - Okay. Vayuyaan!'
'Please...'
You don't know, but my sister...
- Please, my Ishu... - I know.
I'll speak to her accordingly. Don't worry.
Okay?
'Where is my dad, Vayuyaan?'
I want to talk to Dad.
Give the phone to him.
Sure.
Look.
[tense music playing]
[sobbing] Dad!
'Why is Dad lying down?'
'And what are those things on him?'
'Take them off.'
- Please... - I'll talk to her.
Ishani, look at me.
You know your father works very hard, right!
Sometimes, he stays up all night.
'That's why we've brought him to the hospital'
'for a special sleep.'
'The doctor has put him in a special sleep,'
'but if you want, I could wake him up'
'and you can complain about Mother Meera.'
No! No...
Don't wake Dad up from his special sleep.
'I don't want to complain about Mother Meera.'
Mother Meera, sing your lullaby to Dad.
'Yes, please do.'
Okay.
Ishu, I'll sing the lullaby to Dad
but you'll also need to sleep.
Wait! Wait, Mother Meera.
I'll go to my room first.
[sentimental vocalisation]
[piano playing]
[vocalisation]
[vocalisation fades out]
[monitor beeping faintly]
[wincing]
[wincing continues]
Sir, are you all right?
[groaning]
Sir, do you know where you are?
[groaning]
[suspenseful music playing]
"Dakini!"
[clanking]
[gripping music playing]
[music fades out]
[guitar strumming]
What are you still doing here?
I don't know.
I guess all I'm doing is making myself feel useless.
I thought
I'd help you.
I'd be of some help to you
- but... - Helping others is a trait of Indians
and you're Indian in name only, Mr. London!
[whimsical music playing]
Why are you so upset?
Why wouldn't I be?
Why did you intervene when I was talking to Ishu?
You could barely hold your phone, let alone a conversation!
Whether I could or could not have held the conversation,
that was between my sister and me.
Why did you have to meddle?
You were in trouble.
- Why should it matter to you? - It does.
Just as you're a modern girl who believes in these legends...
You do, right?
Similarly, I'm a modern boy
who believes in traditional values!
If someone is in trouble,
I can't stay away.
That's it.
What happened?
You're reacting as though no one has ever helped you.
[poignant music playing]
Have you never asked anyone for help?
Don't answer that.
Your shoulders have answered that for you.
They are stiff, implying that
you like to carry the weight of the world on them.
You're habituated to it, right?
No.
I don't take on anyone's responsibility.
Right! Just that of your father, sister,
your job and Koyal's safety!
What are you trying to say?
That none of us are superheroes.
I'm not a super man
nor are you a super woman!
We're common people burdened with responsibilities.
We must allow ourselves to tire,
take a break from responsibilities and breathe freely.
[music playing]
- Should I massage your shoulders if they're hurting? - [gasps]
What happened?
You're trying to touch me on the pretext of a massage!
Wow, Mr. London!
Wow, Ms. Meera Ghosh from customer care!
You were taking off my shirt in there a while ago.
Yes, I was... When did I take your shirt off?
- I merely straightened your collar and... - This?
It's like talking to a brick wall!
- What? I've to go to my dad. - He's asleep.
Take a breather.
Situation, family, conversations... I know you'll handle everything.
But first, get a hold of yourself.
And I'm not helping,
I'm just sitting here.
[music playing]
Meera!
Your locket.
Don't ever take it off.
You look upon these things as superstition, right?
So be it.
If you don't want me to help you,
then fine, I won't.
But for my sake,
don't ever take this locket off.
Please.
"Written on the pages of love"
"is a story unfulfilled."
"It is not new."
"It started years ago."
"There was a king."
"And there was a queen."
"And there was an ardent lover..."
[ghoulish music playing]
[song continues playing]
[song concludes]