(man 1) Why is there a traffic jam?
(man 2) We've found a ghost in this hotel.
Sir, you're in the mountains. Be careful.
(Dev) You turned a little boy into a ghost.
All his girlfriends come to me.
(Hima) Are you leading me on?
Kalki, there's a bonus gift for you.
You can't learn about hills sitting in hill-view rooms.
You should explore Bharat more, Mr. India.
My hotel is in the mountains but lacks their essence.
How did the sandwich get grilled? The grill machine is missing.
How are things vanishing?
(metal door thudding, creaking open)
(all shriek)
(Sushma) I'll knit a new sweater for me.
-Dev! -Hi, Shreya.
-Have fun! -You too.
(band playing)
(Chief) Yes, yes!
(Chief continues exclaiming)
Very nice! Awesome!
Very good!
There's a wedding in the village after a long time.
-Yes. -Is it an arranged marriage or love?
-Love marriage. -Trying to save money, right?
One more English cow!
You'll have plenty of milk to go around, Chief!
(band playing)
What's making you sad now?
The guy is from Kumaon.
Oh! Why didn't he marry the village chief's daughter there?
The Garhwali guys here are riding horses,
but the daughter brought an ass from Kumaon.
(band playing)
Stop it!
You play at the wrong moment.
Make sure you bring us a mare, not a mule.
She is not a mule. She's a mare.
Her name is Elizabeth III.
Her forefathers fought in the Battle of Jhansi
on behalf of the British.
-All right. Don't be late. -Okay.
-What about the advance? -You'll get it.
Fine.
(band playing)
Chief, where will the groom's party stay?
We have tents, don't we?
We have a hotel right here in the village.
Why should we let the guests trash our homes?
You are right.
(band playing)
(traditional drums beating)
We've been waiting for an hour. When are the groom's people arriving?
They'll be here in five minutes.
Let me make this clear, Chief.
The Red Label tea is only for the groom's family.
For the rest, it's regular tea, no ginger added.
Kripaal, please offer nice tea to everyone.
It's my daughter's wedding.
Please move a bit.
-The groom's family is coming. -That's where we're going.
Let's stay on the side.
Where are they?
(Himalaya) Oh, no!
(sniffles)
(indistinct chatter)
(Kalki) Dad?
-You're crying? -What's wrong?
Weddings make me a bit emotional.
-You must be missing Mom. -That's so sweet.
No.
I feel like getting married again.
I want to take those seven pheras again.
I want to feel alive again, damn it!
Seven pheras? You start panting after two, Dad.
(giggles)
That's not a phera.
That's disgusting.
-Father. -Hmm?
-Let's control. -Stay within your limits.
Behave.
(glasses shatter)
What are you doing, Badoni?
You'll let us down in front of those Kumaon people!
Chief, this is a bad omen.
Don't stare at me! Clean up this mess quickly.
If you aren't used to it,
couldn't you have practised with plastic glasses first? What a fool!
Chief, don't worry. Everything will be fine.
I have organised many weddings before.
-Just chill. -She is right.
Once she stole the bride's shoes.
(laughing)
I stole it for myself, Dev.
It was Louboutin's limited edition.
Had I not stolen them, someone else would've. Right, Chief?
I agree. I agree.
(bus honks)
There they are!
(traditional drums beating)
(bus honks)
How many rooms did you ask for?
It's just four to five families. Don't worry.
They're very simple people. They will adjust.
-Four or five can be managed. -Yes, of course.
It should be okay.
(giggling)
Did you say four to five or four into five?
(laughing)
Only seven to eight families.
They must be 700 to 800, not seven to eight.
Don't mind me joking. It's just...
-No... -...they keep coming.
Fifteen to sixteen joint families.
Don't count the people in the groom's procession.
You're committing a sin.
That I am.
(drums beating)
("KikliKalerdi" playing)
(retching)
("KikliKalerdi" continues playing)
Kripaal, listen.
Where is her husband?
You didn't read the invite properly, I guess.
It clearly says her husband passed away long ago.
-Really? -Yes.
Sure?
Why are you happy?
("KikliKalerdi" continues playing)
(pounding flour)
Guys, this is your room. I hope you like it.
Yes, it's nice.
(Hima) Hello.
Your room is upstairs, to the left.
I am so jealous of you.
This place is such a great Insta-worthy location.
Thank you for liking my village.
By the way, you don't mind that Dev and I are friends, right?
No.
Because I think we should've limited it to being friends.
Dev told me about it.
You guys are only friends.
We are friends for now.
After dating for 15 days, he blocked me for six months.
Finally, he re-accepted my request.
Why?
Because he is over me now.
I guess.
(mutters) I see...
Dev is a very good guy.
I know him inside out.
Like, every inch of him.
Uh-huh, I got it.
You know what his weakness is?
This action.
(comical music)
(chuckles)
A small tip for you.
This wedding, the demands are endless.
A village wedding. Non-stop... they are...
-They want this and-- -I love village weddings.
-Really? -The last one I attended
was in Gurgaon.
Loved their cute little primitive rituals.
-(chuckles) -(drums beating)
I'll come.
She thinks Gurgaon is a village.
(Dev inhales)
Yo, what's up?
-(mutters indistinctly) -Hmm?
You didn't tell me she is your ex.
I mean, she isn't like my ex.
She was like a school-college affair.
Stay away from her. She is a little... (clicks tongue)
Dev, why are you wasting time here?
Someone has lit a chulha in one of our rooms.
The sprinklers are on. It's pouring everywhere.
-Hurry! -There's a fire!
-What's a chulha, man? -(gasps)
Okay, we'll handle it! We'll handle it.
(fire alarm blaring)
Thank you.
You don't need to thank me.
How can I not rush to your aid when you are in distress?
It's my duty.
I must say... the groom is very handsome.
(laughs)
He is my son.
No wonder!
By the way, I am Captain Himalaya Singh.
I am Smriti.
My son is the captain of a hockey team.
-Really? -Yes.
(chuckles) My father had a hockey team as well.
He'd bear around a loss of ₹30 lakh every year.
Hockey has no scope. That's why my son quit hockey.
You are absolutely right.
But...
you have to create a scope.
Whether it's hockey,
or football,
or kabaddi.
(alarm beeps off)
It's a sign!
-Perhaps. -Yes.
-Shall we? -Sure.
-After you. -Thank you.
(giggles)
(birds chirping)
Badoni, where were you, man?
We're running late for the Sangeet ceremony.
Mr. Dev, five more minutes. It's time to give alms.
You should've told me.
Here. Why do you need to beg? Move it.
Mr. Dev, I'm not talking about such alms.
It's a Kumaoni ritual
where the groom begs for alms door to door.
People give him alms as they like.
What a nice concept! Like a crowdfunded wedding.
Yes.
Okay. Alms.
-Alms. -Oh, they're the ones.
Hold this!
But I had only one 500-rupee note.
Wait a second.
This, my man,
-is one of my favourite pieces. -Oh.
Have a good one.
-Shall we? -Just a minute. The last house.
Oh! Okay. Yeah, sure.
-Is that rice? -Yeah.
-Giving rice was enough? -Yes.
Once I just gave fennel seeds.
Hey...
Let's go, man!
(Dev) We'll show these country folks what a real party looks like!
-(DJ) Sure. -They are going to have a blast.
(Bisht) On my way here, I heard people saying,
"Did you see the disco lights?"
That's the reason
people are flocking with their families uninvited.
Guys, guys! Let's talk about that later.
Did you check if the generators have enough diesel?
It's very important.
We need to have a back-up. Power cuts are a nuisance here.
-(Kripaal) Yes, yes. -Thank you.
Hurry. Go and check.
(popular song playing over speakers)
-Mr. Dev. -Hmm?
DJ! Dance!
-Fine arrangements! -Thank you.
I've never seen such a grand wedding in the village.
The people of Kumaon will be blinded by all these lights!
Most importantly, your grandpa will be very happy.
-You think so? -100 percent!
-Guys... -(generator shuts down)
It's impossible to do anything nice here. Shit!
Hey, Bisht! What's wrong?
Someone put kerosene in here instead of diesel.
What the hell! Aren't they both the same?
No, it should be kerosene!
-Why would someone do that? -It'll embarrass the whole village.
-The party-- -What's wrong?
Someone put kerosene instead of diesel in the generator.
(stuttering) You don't have to...
There's a situation with the generator. It's out of order.
Listen.
-Do you have Babubhai's number? -Who is Babu?
-Generator guy's nephew. -He is dead.
If you don't have someone's number, you just declare them dead!
-Don't you get it? -Wait.
Let me think.
What? Do you know a generator guy or what?
-Wait, I'll do something. -You did attend his--
-Mr. Kripaal, just go... -You make excuses to...
Just go figure out something.
Where is that noise coming from?
(crowd clapping)
(singing) ♪ The wind blew gently Carrying the veil away ♪
♪ Revealing a face As beautiful as a wild rhododendron ♪
♪ This lovely blossom here ♪
♪ I keep hovering around her abode ♪
♪ She is a beauty But she is haughty ♪
♪ I've never seen anyone like her ♪
♪ A storm rises in my heart ♪
♪ The wind blew gently Carrying the veil away ♪
♪ Revealing a face As beautiful as a wild rhododendron ♪
(jaunty music continues)
♪ Someone tell that silly girl now ♪
♪ Someone please Spin the wheel of love for me ♪
♪ Someone cast a spell Perform some magic ♪
♪ A storm rises in my heart... ♪
-Hi. -Hello.
After that energetic dance,
we all deserve a drink.
-It's not a cold drink I hope. -Cold drink? Of course not!
-(glasses clink) -Cheers!
Is this Sharafat?
I am impressed.
Of course, it is.
People tend to shed their decency after drinking this, right?
Cheers to that.
♪ The wind blew gently Carrying the veil away ♪
♪ Revealing a face As beautiful as a wild rhododendron ♪
♪ The wind blew gently Carrying the veil away ♪
♪ Revealing a face As beautiful as a wild rhododendron ♪
(panting)
Hello.
-Hello? -Dev!
Hello?
-Hey. -Hi.
Hi.
Do you remember?
You promised me
that you'd keep a small window for me in all your affairs.
I am happy that you are keeping your word.
Oh!
Uh... Shreya.
That window closed long ago.
What do you mean?
I mean that...
I have different priorities in life now.
"Priorities" sounds good.
Thank you. But... I have to go and sleep.
Okay.
(birds chirping)
(drums beating)
Don't worry. I was up all night planning a traditional wedding.
A pool party at Dhara's side.
If we're short of chairs, the guests can play musical chairs.
We have Chhotu to steal shoes.
Kalki, relax.
Our wedding was planned a millennium ago.
You should relax and have this.
Okay.
Ma'am.
-Where is the nath? -What's that?
-The nose ring. -Hmm.
I'd kept it in the jewellery box.
I checked it. It's not there.
I think the nose ring has gone missing.
She can put on something else.
I have some designer pins by Manish. I'll give it to you.
This is an Uttarakhand wedding, not a Bollywood wedding.
We can manage if the groom goes missing.
But if the nose ring goes missing...
My dad will raise hell.
Don't get stressed.
Pooja, relax.
I'll handle it. I'll do it.
You should've shot me dead!
You should've trampled upon me.
I'll hang the thief to death.
I'll have him dragged by a car.
What are you saying, Uncle? What happened?
The nath got stolen.
Sister, I didn't do it this time.
Not a big deal, Uncle. Use this one.
You call this a nath?
Even the hole on the nose is bigger than this.
Our sweets have more silver than this.
Uncle, these days, less is more.
Only cattle wear bigger nose rings these days.
-Are you calling me a buffalo? -I didn't say that.
What's the matter? Why is everyone stressed?
Some nath got stolen.
See, this is very weird.
We've got 500 guests instead of the invited 50.
They took my watch for alms.
Now this nonsense over a nath.
You have so many traditions. They are never-ending.
If you have problems with our traditions,
stay at your hotel. Why did you come here?
For you, it's nonsense, but for us, it matters a lot.
If you don't understand this,
please keep quiet.
-Come on. -Uncle, we'll find it.
Don't worry. Did you check the box?
In the clothes?
Are you sure?
(drums beating)
(indistinct chatter)
(traditional band playing)
Hey, Hima. Did you find the nath?
It was nonsense for you, right?
-Hey, listen. -Let go.
Dev!
(drums beating)
Hey, Shreya, what are you doing here?
-What are we doing here? -What?
There's no one at the hotel, Dev. Let's go.
Listen, I'm very busy with the wedding,
I can't do all this right now.
What are you saying?
Now suddenly don't play hard to get.
Huh?
-What? -If you didn't want to get back,
why did you gift me this?
Listen, I didn't give you any gift. Okay?
And you please stop playing these tricks.
We are not in college anymore.
-What do you mean? -Wake up! Come on.
Bye. Take care.
(whistling)
-Beat the drums! -Come on, beat the drums!
(whistling)
Hold on!
Don't get off the horse like that.
Your father should help you down.
(Smriti sniffles)
-No problem. I'll help him down. -You aren't supposed to do it.
A father should do it.
When did they change this rule?
Changed? It has been followed for ages.
But back then,
whichever parent was around would do it.
After all, it takes both to raise children.
Is there a difference between a mother and a father?
Both are equal, right?
Ms. Smriti, do the honours.
Thank you.
-Well done. -Beat the drums.
(people cheering)
Well done, Dagdiya!
(people cheering and drums beating)
The procession is at the gate, but the nath is nowhere to be found.
The Kumaon people are taunting us.
(man) We'll find it...
The arrangements are fine.
But the nath is a must.
-Did they find the nath? -Well...
(indistinct chatter)
-Garhwalis are always late. -(tsks)
The wedding has to be in Kumaon.
Even if it's a boy.
The longer a bride takes to get dressed,
the uglier she's likely to be.
They just take time.
But they are not cunning like you.
Cunning?
Kumaon Regiment didn't produce four Generals by cunning.
How many from Garhwal?
Don't forget that the Char Dham is in Garhwal.
That's where your Generals seek blessings.
So what? We too have Jim Corbett.
We nurse tigers.
Then stick to tigers, ma'am. Don't nurse misunderstandings.
-Mom, the nath! -What?
Sister's nath! Look!
Sister's nath, right?
This witch stole it.
What?
Ms. Shreya, you took it?
Dev gifted it to me.
What? Me?
Gift? No. Come on!
I won't even give you sympathy for free.
Sister, isn't this your nath?
-Yes, it's mine. -Excuse me.
Do you think I will steal this?
You know my dad has enough money
to buy everyone's nath.
In fact, I can buy you all out twice.
So...
(people gasp and chatter)
Before things go wrong,
I beg you to leave this village.
-I can't get tickets for today. -I will manage that.
I'll get you tomorrow's ticket. Sleep at the station tonight.
(people chattering)
Your nath.
It looks great on you.
Thank you.
Chief, to you,
and, in fact, to all of you, we're really sorry.
Like idiots, we mocked
your culture and your traditions.
We're really sorry for that.
Actually, in our cities,
a marriage is like
one crazy sundowner party. That's it.
We care for everything except for rituals.
The dress code, the drinks...
In fact, you guys also focus a lot on your drinks.
(everyone chuckles)
Sorry. But what I mean to say is...
Sir, thank you so much. You all taught us that
marriage means
a celebration with our loved ones.
To spend quality time with your loved ones.
And once again, sorry.
To you, to everyone.
("Rupsa Ramoti" playing)
(Chief) Bless you.
Congratulations to you, sister.
We are done with our Garhwali rituals.
Now, your Kumaoni ritual,
-Dhuliya Raaj. Let's do that. -Okay.
Very good. Thank you.
That's the spirit, Chief. That's so generous of you.
(laughs)
-Kripaal! -(everyone clapping)
Very good.
(Kripaal's VO) Relationships help us navigate the highs and lows of life.
Whether new or old.
Whether at Jim Corbett
or in Char Dham.
(folk music playing)
(gasps)
(chuckles)
So, you are really leaving.
Yes.
May I tell you something?
So far in my life,
I have never been such good friends
with such a beautiful person.
You helped me a lot.
Thank you.
(chuckles) No need to thank me.
So...
Thank you.
(traditional wedding music)
("Rupsa Ramoti" continues playing)
I noticed something today.
Some people became very emotional.
(hits lightly and chuckles)
I like this.
I like this hustle-bustle, people dancing and making merry.
I enjoyed this village vibe a lot.
I also want a village wedding.
-Really? -Yes.
Don't forget to book a room for Shreya.
She'll book herself in even if I don't do it.
I don't know about other girls,
but if you have a female friend
or an ex-girlfriend, then I don't have a problem.
-But if a girl's being clingy... -Hmm.
...then I know how to deal with her.
What do you mean?
Okay.
(upbeat music)
(knocks door)
(lock turns)
(narrative) FOR MY FOREVER LOVE, DEV.
Wow!
That was too evil! I love it!
-Superb! -Okay!
(both laugh)
Wow. Your plan turned out to be a step ahead.
How is that?
We found the nose ring because of my ex-girlfriend.
-Yes. -And Grandpa gave me one more medal.
-Oh, my God! -(laughs)
Dev, you are very lucky!
That I am.
(romantic music)
-(Hima) See you. -(Dev) Yeah.
Thank you.
Good night.
♪ The person that My heart searches for ♪
♪ Maybe it is you ♪
♪ Or maybe not ♪
♪ We walked together For a few moments ♪
♪ But my love I'm not used to you ♪
♪ Meet me wherever I go ♪
♪ What if I decide to stay back? ♪
I hope you are ready for the finale.
There are two challenges coming up.
Diversification and cost-cutting.
Film shoot? South Indian director? Done!
(Kalki) What an idea, Sushma!
Sir, I did everything you asked for.
(Dev) I'll expand our hotel business so much that
my grandpa will give me three medals instead of two.
You will fly to New York,
leaving your rural girlfriend behind.
I spoke about going to Mussoorie for two days.
What will I do in New York forever?
Why can't you stay back?
Both your kids can't get anything right.
I think I should help my kids in this last round.
Kalki, my child! I have come to help you!
(crowd shouting)
Shut up! Quiet!
-I'm here to help you. -You're a saviour.
Everybody, stand back!