Mr Shukla!
Wake up, Mr Shukla!
What happened, Bhola? Why are you shouting?
Congratulations, Mr Shukla.
The wedding has been fixed.
What did you say? - The wedding has been fixed.
Swear on Gita.
Which Gita? - Hey!
Oh! I swear on Mrs Gita, the wedding has been fixed.
Gita, it has been fixed.
The wedding has been fixed.
It has been fixed.
The wedding has been fixed. - The wedding has been fixed.
The wedding has been fixed.
- It has been fixed.
Now, if Pallavi's wedding is also fixed,
it will be great fun.
What!
Then whose wedding were you telling me about?
Mr Gupta's daughter. - Get down!
Why are you dancing on my sofa for someone else's happiness?
Just get down!
You were also dancing, weren't you?
I thought you were telling me about my daughter.
Why would I tell you about that?
Now I understand why the food in our house lacks salt.
Because you rub salt into my wounds.
That's a good one. - Hey!
Mr Shukla, your elder daughter is not ready for marriage.
What's my fault in that?
You forget everything else. But you remember this!
Bhola can't forget two things.
One, the way to the kitchen.
And two, Pallavi's slap.
One can never forget that feeling.
Tell me. Do you want a wife, or your mom wants a daughter-in-law?
Isn't it the same thing?
Foolish!
But she didn't slap you, did she?
Mr Shukla,
all the boys who came with marriage proposals...
They were all slapped, and I felt the pain.
What can I do? All the girls are getting married except for my daughter.
Boys reject her
like opposition bills are rejected in the Parliament.
Mr Shukla, just chill.
I feel like taking a pill and ending my life.
Priya can't marry if Pallavi doesn't get married.
And both of my daughters will remain single, Bhola.
Mr Shukla, something God delays things. But He will help you out.
Right? So, trust Him.
Those are my tears, not sweat.
Okay. Take care. I'll get going now.
Did you forget the way to the kitchen?
You work here!
Oh... Mr Shukla, you saved me.
Or else, like I came here by mistake,
I'd have gone somewhere else.
I remember that moonless night.
If love is blind, who came up with the concept of love at first sight?
Deepak, you know I'm free.
But that doesn't mean you can waste my time by asking useless questions.
Hello, Priya. How's your sister?
What happened, Priya? All good?
Pallavi rejected one more guy.
Oh, man! - Darn! Who was it this time?
From Navy? An astronaut? Or a cricketer? - An IITian.
What's with her?
Pallavi doesn't want IITians as well.
Lakshman, you won't be valued at their house.
You haven't cleared the cut-off as well.
Shut up!
Lucky, what should we do about Pallavi?
I already knew that Pallavi wouldn't like these scholars.
They are very sweet and simple.
She needs a dominating and bold person like me.
You are irritating, not dominating.
Correct. - Who doesn't have flaws?
At least, I am handsome.
Bijori. - Yes?
Love isn't that blind.
Hey, listen. You won't find the next best candidate in India.
Correct. He's right for a change.
That's why I have invited someone from outside India.
Who? - Kishore. From London.
My college friend.
He doesn't have an accent, does he? - No.
Or else Pallavi will make her say that. - What?
How much wood would a woodchuck...
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? - Lucky...
That I am.
Stop it. You're so funny. - You're so naughty.
You're so cute.
'Please remain seated with your seatbelt fastened'
'until the seatbelt sign has been turned off.'
'You may now use your mobile and electronic devices'
'if you wish to do so.'
Sir, your 'papad'. - Thank you so much.
FYI. I was craving it during the entire flight.
It seems you forgot to bring the fried chilli. - Sorry, sir.
No, you don't have to say sorry for that.
Don't be silly. Just get me my chilli. - Yes.
Thank you.
He's from London? - Yes. But he an Indian at heart.
You know what? We used to call him 'Stupid' in college.
Lucky, you found a stupid guy for Pallavi?
Priya, it's Smart Talented Unique Person In Demand.
Oh... - Yes...
Just look at him. Kishore Awasthi.
He's very witty.
Should we get you married to him?
You think I'd leave you? Never. - Lucky.
Hey, Awasthi!
Hi, Lucky. - Are you enjoying here?
This is Priya, the love of my wife...
Sorry. I mean, life.
And this Deepak, my... - His best friend.
Hello, 'Deemak' (termite). - So, Kishore Awasthi, how old are you?
I'm almost 30.
You look way older, man. What do you do?
Are you the girl's brother? - I'm not anyone's brother.
Actually, he's a well-wisher.
When will I meet the girl?
Are you sure you want to meet my sister without knowing about her?
That's why you call it a blind date, right?
Ah...
What?
It's not a date, actually? - What do you mean?
It's not a date, but a bait.
Pallavi is against marriage, but you have to convince her
and marry her so that these two can get married.
He didn't mean that. - I did.
He did. - Yes.
I'm fine with it.
Last year, my dad took ill. So, I promised him
that I'll get married before I turn 30.
It means I have less than two months left.
FYI. Even Guruji said
that if I don't marry before 30,
there's no chance for the next seven years.
Why? - Because of a heavy-duty 'Sade Sati'.
Hold on!
So, will you marry just anyone?
It's my sister, not a tree.
It's not like that. Do you remember Anisha from college?
Yes... - No, no...
After that heartbreak,
I became too calculative with my relationships.
That's why I have never experienced real love.
I became very restricted with my approach towards finding love.
Oh!
But not this time.
Not this time. No!
This time, I won't overthink it.
I will let love come to me.
Come. - Wow!
And anyway, I'm not getting married right away.
I'm just meeting her. - Correct.
Hey, non-realistic Indian.
After meeting Pallavi, you'll lose your faith in love. - No.
She's very sweet.
She just gets
a bit irritated by boys. - A little bit.
What happened? - The same that happened to you. Heartbreak.
But she didn't give a second chance to love, like you did.
Hmm. So, she doesn't know she is meeting me,
and she hates men.
Amazing!
Is there any other disclaimer I should know about her before I meet her?
She's short-tempered. - Hot...
Headed... - Hot-headed.
No problem.
I am a very cool guy.
It will rub off. - Yes.
Here you go, sir. - Thank you so much.
And anyway,
it's important to have some spice in life.
Love it.
Sir! Do you have an ant's 'fefde'?
You have started coughing from this tempering.
'Fef' what?
Well... 'Fefde' means...
What is it said? It's affected by TB.
Oh! Lungs.
Ants don't have lungs.
They don't?
He is out of his mind. I'm saying
that Priya will be late. But this ape doesn't seem to get it.
Excuse me.
I said, apply tape on your nose.
You won't find it spicy. - Oh, hello, Priya.
Get her water. Quickly.
Hello. Sorry.
Traffic was crazy.
You mean...
You were caught in a gridlock.
Minus half in your GMAT if you use that sentence.
Yeah. Done.
So, I was saying that... Can we do this tomorrow?
You seem stressed. All okay?
You can tell me anything. Anything at all.
How do you say? I am family.
Hey! Here, I am family.
And Mr Shukla as well.
First, go and learn Hindi, you jackal.
What? - Apple. It will go bad. Here, have it.
It costs Rs 60 per kg. Have it.
Sir. - No... Please call me Harry.
Of course. Harry sir. I was saying... - Hello, Harish.
Hello, uncle. - How are you?
Very good. Actually, sir, I wanted to speak to you about something.
Me too.
Can I talk with the guest first?
Sir, I'm not a guest. I am family.
Oh! - Someone else's.
Harry, please go away.
Dad and daughter private talk. Okay?
No dirty Harry. Shoo!
Come on. Come, Madhusudhan.
Come on, come on.
Come tomorrow. - We'll speak again later, sir.
Bye, Priya. - Bye!
Get going now.
Dad, a boy is coming tomorrow.
Oh!
You should have waited for your sister to get an alliance.
Your mom was right. You're very fast.
No. Not for me. But for Pallavi.
His name is Kishore. He's from London.
Smart, attractive, intelligent.
You be at your best behaviour.
Pull up some trick and convince Pallavi to see him, okay?
Hey...
What about Pallavi's best behaviour?
Come on, dad! Why did you make me wear this '80s blouse?
If it was a photoshoot, you should have hired a designer.
If I had the budget, wouldn't I have got real models?
You can at least do this for the company magazine. Pose again.
Dad, Pallavi is no less than any model.
Be it the '80 or the '90s, she's the star of every decade. You look stunning.
Thank you.
Hold on. Why are you dressed up?
Well, I thought we'd have a family photo.
I want to get it framed for my room.
Well, no one told me about this family photo.
I...
Bhola.
Even if we told you, you wouldn't remember it.
Well, Pallavi,
I'd like to reply to that taunt with a compliment.
You look like the most beautiful girl.
Find a handsome man... - Hey!
There's no need for that.
No one will talk about it, right?
No one. - Dad.
Didn't you find any other excuse?
I told you to blackmail her emotionally.
If I could convince my children by blackmailing them emotionally,
then I would be crying on their 'vidai'.
Oh, dad! Control.
This bell never stops ringing.
I should leave all the work and guard the door.
Wait. - Pallavi.
You open the door.
If Bhola opens it, he'll ask a lot of questions.
Oh no! I have to do everything in the house.
My, oh my!
Who are you?
Pallavi?
Wow! Your name is also Pallavi?
We also have a Pallavi here.
Pallavi. - Do I know you?
Not yet.
Bhola, tell him that we don't want to buy anything.
Please don't mind her. Come in.
I don't mind.
I've brought 'jalebis'. Should I give them to your maid?
Hello, ma'am. Take this and serve it to everyone.
Hey! I'm not the maid.
Are you the cook? Taste it and tell me how it is.
I made it with my own hands.
Listen, Mr Whatever Your Name is!
Kishore.
Wow! Sweet and crunchy 'jalebis'.
Wow! It's made with pure ghee.
How thoughtful! That's so sweet.
Mention not. Everyone buys it from shops.
I thought of giving it a personal touch.
FYI. I can also make many other things.
Your face says that you can only make a fool of others.
Why would I make a fool of a fool?
You know, back home in London, there is a saying.
Listen, Mr UK Return.
Don't... - UK Resident.
What else can we expect from these people?
They think they are foreigners.
A classic example of brain drain.
At least you admitted that I have a brain.
Wow! - Why are you standing there?
Come, have a seat. Come in.
Thank you, uncle.
Same to you.
Well, young man! What do you do?
I head the UK division of an Indian company called Karma. - Karma!
It's an organic-based departmental store that promotes Indian stuff.
We promote the local talents of India for foreign clients.
The British have earned a lot from us.
So, it's our right to earn from them. Right?
Definitely.
Well...
Bhola! - Yes?
Serve the food. - Sure. I'm on it.
Right away. - Come.
I'm going. - Hey! Pallavi!
I haven't had such types of parathas in my life.
You should have spared something
for the second meeting, uncle. - Oh, well...
I told you he's a fool. He can't even get the hint.
There is no scope for a second meeting.
Kishore, try this paneer paratha.
Wow! Is it hot?
It's piping hot. - Good.
It's Pallavi's special recipe. - Bhola. Call him brother-in-law.
Shut up! - Oh...
Only the words are spicy.
Not the recipe.
It's amazing, Kishore. Even though you live abroad,
your tolerance for spicy things is high. Right?
Thank you, uncle. It's not everybody's cup of tea.
True. - Spicy food.
Very true.
Some people use sharp words. - Very true.
Hey, Pallavi! Going for it all alone?
But there's a 'we' in your name.
It's okay. You can give up.
I know that you are very strong.
But strength is not just in tolerance but also in letting go.
FYI!
Even strong people believe in second chances.
So, what do you think P-Love?
Shall we start it from the beginning?
Brother-in-law.
The 'jalebis' you brought will be very useful here.
Hello, sir.
Hello, Harish.
This is for you. - Oh, thank you.
By the way, this is a 172-year-old Masciarelli.
It's been in my family since my grandfather's time.
And we take it out for special occasions.
But what...
What's the special occasion today?
Actually... How do I say it?
Well, the kids have gone out... - I know, sir.
I wanted to speak to you alone.
Oh, I see.
You want me to raise the tuition fees?
But why have you come all dressed up for that?
It seems like you have come to ask for someone's hand.
Yes. Yesterday,
I wanted to talk to you about this. - Look, Harish.
Harry.
Look.
Right now, all I think about is getting my two daughters married.
I know that I have kept myself well-maintained.
And it's been many years since Gita left us.
But I am not ready for a second marriage.
And I am
not at all ready to experiment with you.
I know that times have changed.
But I have not.
Are you getting me?
Sir, you're getting me wrong.
I like Priya.
Oh...
I was just testing you.
Did I pass?
Sir, I promise you. I'm as straight as a ruler.
Look, Harry.
I'll have to talk to Priya.
That is equally important.
But you don't have a problem, do you?
Love doesn't fill a stomach. - No, no, sir. I'll give her food.
Oh! I see what you mean.
Sir, I know money is important,
but you can't find 'grease'... - Not 'grease'.
'Peace'. - Yes. Exactly.
Sir, I promise you, I'll keep Priya happy.
I will keep her happy.
Okay.
Will you give me some time to 'drink' about it?
I mean, 'think' about it.
Hey!
Uncle. - Hey!
What's up? - Didn't you go to the party?
The party is incomplete without you.
Oh no, Deepak. I just told Harry that...
Yes, I saw that. He's a rascal.
Really? - Do you think I get paid to lie?
I swear on Gita. I'm telling the truth. - Hey!
No...
I meant Bhagavad Gita.
Okay. So, what did Harry do?
Just keep in mind that he has evil intentions.
But he seemed like someone with values.
He asked for Priya's hand in marriage
in a proper way.
Don't agree with it.
He doesn't have a job.
How will he keep Priya happy? - I don't know, but he...
He promised me in broken Hindi.
His habits are worse than his Hindi.
That's why I have come up with a proposal for Priya.
Really? Who is it?
Our Lucky.
Who? Lakshman? - Yes.
He's simple, smart and belongs to a respected family.
Moreover, Lucky and Priya love each other. - What!
Are they having an affair?
Don't spoil the essence of love by calling it an affair, uncle.
Hey!
Do you know? He's the son of business tycoon Ghanshyamdas Tripathi.
Is Lakshman Builders & Developers named after Lakshman?
He's the sole heir.
Oh! Well, then,
that should help me with my tender.
Haven't you heard it in films?
We aren't just business partners now.
We are family now.
This is the chance to take advantage of it, uncle. Get ready.
Can I consider this fixed?
First, set a meeting with Ghanshyamdas Tripathi.
Why him? Just meet Lucky. - No, no.
The elders will fix the alliance.
Arrange a meeting.
It's not arranged. It's a love marriage. - No!
I don't want to hear anything.
Okay.
No. It's a losing streak.
What could I do?
What could you do! You could have jumped off the roof.
You could have poisoned yourself. - Lucky!
You could have refused it and told the truth.
'Uncle, there is no relation between Ghanshyamdas Tripathi and Lucky.'
In fact, with such a father, his name should have been Unlucky. - Unlucky.
And that pervert will marry Priya and indulge in 'yon kriya'.
Lucky, what's 'yon kriya'?
Baby, he meant 'yawn'. He can't even find good rhyming words.
You're so ungrateful! I'm saving her, and you're rebuking me!
My dad will rebuke me
if I take this proposal to him.
I rejected his business proposal.
So, if I take this proposal to him, he'll reprimand me. - Lucky.
Your... Our marriage is your decision.
And it was your decision not to be part of your dad's business.
Getting married is also your decision. - Just make her understand, man.
Lucky, it's for us.
Priya, could you have talked to your pop about this?
I mean, to your dad.
Despite knowing that you don't have a mom.
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
Will you marry me?
Will you... - If you are done with this, can we please look for a solution?
What's the problem?
Hey.. - Hey!
Dad wants to meet my father-in-law. - Oh! Darn it!
What's the problem? Let them meet.
Oh, man! Tell her the whole story now.
FYI. Ghanshyamdas Tripathi.
The one and only reason for Lucky's joys and sorrows.
Well, think of them as the father-son duo of 'Mughal-E-Azam'.
Lucky, what's 'Mughal-E-Azam'? - Oh!
Look. As far as I know dad,
he won't agree without meeting your dad.
Then let's forget about this marriage.
Unless...
Enough! Enough!
This marriage won't happen.
But why?
Who is this idiot? Behead him.
We'll play Royal Polo with his head.
But why, father?
After all, I love Kalavati a lot.
Only you could have come up with such deadly ideas.
Son!
I love my horse.
But that doesn't mean I'll ride on the horse
and make her my bride.
Before being a father, I am a king.
And the princess should be someone
who would glorify our subjects.
No. Not now.
His thoughts match your father's, right?
Isn't your son's honour as important as your subject's glory?
Hey, you! Son!
I can't change the fate of the country
to save you from a heartbreak.
Lucky. I think this idea will work.
What? - We can give it a try, Lucky.
Hmm. - Here.
Take this. - For me?
Thank you. Thank you. - Go on.
Today, I'll get 'kheer' prepared in your name.
Get lost, you moron! - Yeah!
Come, kids! Come closer.
Sorry.
Son, here, feel this.
The thing is,
neither acting nor meeting is possible without this.
Not any good even with it. - Lucky!
Every actor has his own method, right?
How did you like my play?
You hit it out of the park. Simply wonderful!
It's not me, son. It's all due to this.
As soon as it goes in, the acting happens on its own.
Felt like overacting, to be honest.
Come to the point.
Sir, you have to do roleplay.
What? - Yes.
Yuck! I don't do roleplay.
No, I mean, this is my friend. He's like a brother to me.
You have to play his father's role.
I see.
When's the play? - Not a play. In reality.
Beauty... - Hey!
My dear,
reality is more fake than theatre.
So, what seems to be the problem?
He can't do it. - Lucky!
For us.
I need a fake father to get married for real.
Because Priya's old man...
Priya's daddy
wants to meet my real dad with whom I have a fake relationship.
So I need a fake father to save a real relationship.
Son, that sounds like a con. - Excuse me?
Do you even know what you're talking about?
Yes, all I need is... - Anyway,
they have their riches, and we have our joys.
They have parties, and we have streets.
What is real and what is fake?
Ask my heart. - Excuse me?
Lyrics by Shailendra, music by Shankar Jaikishan.
Film, Asli-Naqli... - Sorry?
Dev Anand, my dear.
Ah, heard his name from my mom.
From mom? - Yes.
What if he's your father? - Excuse me?
A joke!
Yes, so...
Deal done? - Yes, here's your advance.
Just take care of my refills, son.
Every half an hour, I need my fuel. - Sorry?
Done. Which brand?
Son,
you won't be able to afford my brand even if you sell yourself.
Stay within your budget.
Henceforth, Ram is my son.
Uh, excuse me. It's Lakshman.
Ah, Lakshman!
Be it Ram or Lakshman,
one must have a big heart to love everyone like Hanuman.
Solitude!
Hey, I was talking to you. I need my solitude.
Oh! - Oh!
Get going. - Thank you.
Leave me alone.
Siddhant, my boy, get me some bar snacks.
Daddy, how do I look?
Very beautiful.
Is Priya ready?
All ready, tip-top!
Too much beauty!
Bhola, come, ward off the evil eye.
Bring some chillies.
Not red, the green ones.
Uh, daddy...
That reminds me,
I'm going out to meet Kishore.
These meetings are becoming a regular occurrence.
He's a good guy. A smart boy!
Surprisingly! - I also like my brother-in-law.
Is there hope for copulation?
Daddy? - I mean a coalition or marriage.
Actually, Kishore and I were hoping to tell you together.
Kishore and I have decided to get married.
Aha, sister! Congratulations!
Today, I feel complete.
Gita,
bless both your daughter to get married into good families.
Oh, daddy, control! - Okay.
Sis, how did this happen?
I came to my senses.
Kishore made me realise that I don't need to give anyone second chances.
Life has given me a second chance.
By sending him to me. - So romantic!
Right?
Excuse me, who are you?
Oh, hello!
Mr Ghanshyamdas Tripathi, this is Mr Shukla.
She's his elder and prettier daughter, Pallavi.
And she's his younger daughter Priya.
Mr Shukla, this is Ghanshyamdas Tripathi, and you know Lakshman already.
My name is Deepak Bijori.
Welcome, Ghanshyam. Please sit.
Please come. - Thank you.
Please sit.
Bhola, go and bring water for everyone. - Sure.
Please sit.
Uncle, I have to go see my fiancé, so...
I'll see everybody later. - Bye.
Bye, bye, beauty!
Excuse me! - Excuse me!
Uh, I mean, my dear.
Bye, bye.
Mr Shukla.
Like Ram... - Lakshman.
Son, let me complete.
My son Lakshman is like Ram, and your daughter is like Sita.
I agreed as soon as he told me about her.
After all, he is the sole heir in my will.
How can I go against his will?
Of course! Of course!
Perfect! Perfect!
Bhola! - Yes?
Bring me some ice balls.
Balls? What balls?
He means ice cubes. - Mr Shukla.
If the kids have fallen in love,
and their hearts have been promised to each other,
what can you, I or Bhola do?
Very good.
Here you go. - Well said.
Good. Some snacks too.
No, thanks. I can't.
Does he drink during the day too?
Without it, he can't act... - Uncle! Uncle!
It's almost evening. And he's stressed about work.
Work reminds me...
Ghanshyam, we have a company.
There is a tender... - Done.
We'll be one family soon. How can I refuse family?
Dad, that... - Shut up.
Shut up? - Shut up.
Son, you must not interfere when your elders are speaking.
Is that not what your father taught you?
Excuse me?
I meant myself... Is that not what I taught you?
Mr Shukla.
You get the tender, we get the girl.
Done. Then next month...
Let's fix the wedding date.
No, I have a play scheduled next month.
Oh, what game do you play?
Dad never speaks clearly.
He's going to watch a play. England, with the Queen.
Queen? - Yeah.
Yes. The thing is
Elizabeth and I
are close friends. We are thick.
I would like you to join us.
She feels very lonely during the evenings.
Like you.
You both can stroll around the gardens together.
What say?
Me?
She's looking for a support in her old age.
She's looking for a brown guy.
You know? You should come.
I'll fix you up with her.
You will look good with her. - No, no...
No, you go ahead. - Yes, yes.
I will be here, and next week...
What do you call it? - The auspicious time, daddy.
We'll fix the auspicious date and time.
You... - Alright then, cheers!
Cheers! Cheers!
Cheers!
"She taught me love in every conjugation."
"She took my full-stop and made an exclamation."
"Then she broke my heart without hesitation."
"O Priya, why did you do this?"
You stupid fool, who asked you to fall in love?
Now, you're screwed.
This heart... What do I do with it?
It hurts a lot.
It's no good crying over spilt milk.
I don't understand what you're saying.
Look, Harish.
Harry, my friend, this is why Priya left you.
She likes the Harish type. Not the Harry type.
On top of that, you're an English teacher.
Lakshman is a businessman.
He's probably got ten guys like you on his payroll.
But Priya used to like me.
Only in your dreams. Come, take a look.
Was she ever happy with you, like this?
No, right?
This is unfair. It's not done.
Everything is fair in love, buddy.
You know my friend in the building, Sudha,
wanted to marry me
even though her husband was still alive.
She was a cheat.
Because of Priya, I ignored her.
You should love someone who loves you back. All the best.
Go on now.
Why did you bring me to this expensive hotel?
I am anyway impressed with you.
Did you win the lottery? Or is it a 'per-motion'?
It's a promotion.
Congratulations. - No, no...
I mean, it's pronounced promotion and not 'per-motion'.
I'm a freelancer, Sudha. We don't have per... promotions.
I just know the owner of the place. That's all.
I don't know what you say,
but when you are speaking English, you look like a hero.
Many heroes must be frequenting this place.
Look over there. That table has a lot of 'scooty'.
It's security. - Yes, whatever.
Hello, mister?
Umm...
Excuse me, good sir!
Is there some star dining at that table?
If it turns out to be Govinda, I am going to faint.
No, ma'am. It's the builder
Ghanshyamdas Tripathi dining there.
Ghanshyam Tower.
Tripathi Terraces.
Das Capital.
That's not Ghanshyamdas.
Sir, he's a regular customer.
Holy shit! - What's wrong?
Why are you getting sentimental?
Wallah! Wallah!
Wallah, indeed! - Sir! Sir!
Please, please... - No, sir. You can't.
Alfred, what's the hullabaloo?
Hullabaloo? More like hallelujah, Alfred.
I love a man who knows his English.
Charmed.
And you are, young man?
A well-wisher, sir.
I have something very important to tell you.
Pray tell.
Where have you been?
I kept calling you, but your phone was busy.
Me? - Of course, who else?
Is that why the phone was busy?
I beg your pardon.
Oh, wow! Like Lord Mountbatten!
You're also dressed in a suit and all.
Hi, Priest.
Do I look like a priest to you?
Wrong clothes for a priest. Do you have the priestly attire?
I am not a priest, man.
You should have told me sooner. You wasted my time.
Go and call the priest fast. Tell him to hurry.
Where is Lakshman? - How would I know?
Am I a servant here? Go, look for yourself.
And since you are going,
Ghanshyamdas Tripathi is seated there. Serve him this.
Ghanshyamdas Tripathi?
Yes, he's right there.
That guy there? - Yes, serve him this.
Yes. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Hey, what are you doing there?
Imported or local? That is the question.
Ghanshyamdas Tripathi.
Huh? Oh, yes.
That's me. That's me.
Son, don't just stand there. Put it here.
Did you bring some snacks? - Do I look like a waiter to you, sir?
You got the wrong clothes for one. Otherwise, it's all okay.
Put it here, son. And speak softly. Don't disturb the dog.
Good. Quietly.
I am Ghanshyamdas Tripathi.
Oh?
I am Ghanshyamdas Tripathi.
Very good! You're doing it very well.
I also should act like that.
Very good. Once more, please.
Get up. Who are you?
I am Ghanshyamdas Tripathi.
Oh, like that?
I am Ghanshyamdas Tripathi. - You bloody imposter! Who's with you?
Tell me the truth, or...
Or I will call the police.
Police? No police! No...
No? No? - No, please.
Look, I'll tell you.
My name is Alankar. I am an artist.
Oh, theatre? - Yes.
Look, most importantly, I am unemployed.
I was paid money to do a father's role.
I can play any role. I've even played a crow once.
Who paid you?
Who paid you? Tell me.
That guy... who looks like a pigeon.
Deepak!
You bloody scoundrel, come here at once.
Uncle, I didn't do anything.
You didn't do anything? Come here, you bloody swine!
Uncle, I haven't even got a girlfriend, and you are...
Stop this wedding!
Stop this unlawful marriage!
Who the heck are you?
Why are you creating a scene at my daughter's wedding?
Why? Because I am...
I am the father of the groom.
What?
But, darling, you said your father had passed away.
Great!
Wonderful, my first-born! You killed me.
Uncle, FYI... - You called me uncle?
Do you have no shame? - Dad! Dad!
Lakshman!
Who is he?
That's what I was saying, uncle. I am Kishore, from London.
Kishore!
Who is getting married? - Pilaf and I.
Pilaf? - Pallavi.
It's okay. Stay blessed.
You're not getting married?
He is, but to Priya.
Not today.
Right.
Dad!
Stop.
Stop why?
Mr Lakshman Ghanshyamdas Tripathi.
Now, you have a beautiful wife.
And her family too.
And you even have a new father.
Why do you need me, son?
I need you, dad.
When I wanted to fulfil my dreams,
I needed you.
When mom left us, I needed you, dad.
When I was feeling lonely, I needed a support, dad.
So, you went out and rented some support.
I am proud of you, boy.
Uncle, please stay back.
My dear girl,
congratulations on the wedding.
Be happy.
Many congratulations.
Sir, I am sorry.
I am also sorry.
My dear, I won't let you marry a liar.
Especially a man
who found a fake father for himself.
The foundation is based on lies.
This wedding will not take place.
No, dad. Lucky is not a liar.
He told me everything.
Please forgive me, uncle.
I was going to tell you the truth, but I thought
you would not approve, and so...
Sir,
because of the problems between a father and his son,
let's not punish these two.
They seem genuinely in love.
Dad?
You're right, my son.
I know that I was not there to support you after Pushplata... my wife...
She left.
And I couldn't understand why you wanted to stay away from me
when the only one I hadn't lost was you.
Ghanshyamdas,
I know how difficult it is to take care of motherless children.
And I also know that this struggle of ours
will never be understood by our kids.
We have forgiven these fools so many times,
and so what's one more time? - Indeed!
I'm sorry, dad.
I'm sorry, my dear boy.
Love you, daddy!
I had already told him to come to you directly, uncle,
but he never listens to me.
Hey, if your melodrama is over, can we proceed with the wedding?
Pallavi took a long time to get ready for this.
Thank you.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
This wedding cannot happen. Happen... Happen...
Hey!
Sorry, I was just joking.
I am very happy for you guys.
I just have a small question.
Will I get the full payment?
Oh, you theatre artist!
Theatre artists never get paid.
They are laughing!
Bloody rich people! Half-minded morons...
Okay, finally, this wedding is fixed.
Hey, it is fixed.
The wedding is fixed.
Dad, come on!
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