As you can see, the public is in a fit of rage.
And this is the police van in which the accused will be brought.
It is the public demand that the accused is hung to death.
Reporter Poonam with cameraman Tony, live from India News channel.
'From where did my journey start and where did it end.'
'Did I achieve what I was here for?'
'I wandered about in the fields without a footwear to protect.'
'Today once again, I have lost everything '
'The dreams I saw, had I ever thought about its consequences?'
'All this began when I first met Mr. Ghoshal.'
Impressive.
I'm quite impressed with your writing skills.
Thank you, sir.
But sir, I don't have a degree in journalism.
Listen...
Journalism has got nothing to do with a degree.
For this profession, you need to be a daredevil.
You need to be very very passionate.
And you need to be very very honest.
Do you have these qualities? - Yes, sir.
Do one thing.
Join me as a journalist from tomorrow.
And ensure,
that you're reporting to office tomorrow sharp at 10:00 AM.
Thank you so much, sir.
It will be a pleasure working with you, sir.
So where do you stay? - Dharavi.
So, let's move.
Malay, so how did you find Mumbai?
Good, sir. I've just come.
It will take some time at least.
As far as I know, every big city throws new challenges at us.
And says, face it if you have the guts.
Live your life in this situation.
So, where do you get money from?
Your home? - No, sir.
My dad is a daily wage labor.
Ours is a big family and we find it difficult to meet both ends.
I hate poverty.
I am born poor, sir.
But I won't die poor.
Where were you?
I thought you vanished.
Today is the 10th.
Where's my rent?
Where is my money?
Give me some more days.
I just got a job.
I will get money in some days.
Give me some more time.
You will work? Will you?
You don't stick to one place for more than two days.
You lose your job in a couple of days.
When will you get a permanent job, earn some money
and pay me my rent?
When will you pay me?
Well...
I know
how I can recover my rent from you.
For now, you just
Stand in queue.
Stop there, madam. Why are you in a hurry?
Aunt, you've paid ten rupees less. - I'll give it tomorrow.
I am sparing you because you are a woman.
Pay it without fail, tomorrow. - I will.
You would never spare a man.
Remember to take Rs 10 from her.
What are you up to, sir? Don't you understand if I say something?
How are you, Paltu?
I'm awesome.
What more? - Nothing.
Okay, get going then. - I'm leaving.
Bye.
'Mumbai... I've started liking it.'
'Office, all day and Kumudini, all night.'
Malay, read this.
You're doing a good job. - Yes, sir. - Keep it up.
'My hardwork and writing skills had won Mr. Ghoshal's heart.'
'I became his favorite reporter.'
'And kept climbing each step to success.'
Malay, I'm really proud of you.
The way you did the sting operation of the education minister,
and the article that you've published,
great job!
It has stirred the entire nation.
I've been getting so many calls since morning.
And...
The land of the trust that was worth 5 billion
was sold for mere 50 million.
And you, without a second thought,
took that risk to publish the article.
Really proud of you, my son.
Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.
Mr. Ghoshal, this won't work.
There are so many things in the world to write about.
And all you found to publish was our leader's land deal.
Nothing doing! Cancel this article right now.
And through your newspaper,
apologise to our leader, right now.
Apologise?
Apologise for speaking the truth? - I told you,
you will have to apologise, this very minute.
Hey, I wrote the article.
Like sir said, why apologise for having spoken the truth?
You can beat me if you want.
I have no orders from my boss.
Else, I would have buried the two of you right here.
And if you want to live,
do as we say, within two days.
Else, book your tickets to hell.
Trying to act smart!
Oh, no! - Come on, let's go.
Malay, are you okay? - Yes, sir. I'm okay.
It's just an ordinary bruise, it'll be fine. - Let's go to a hospital.
No, sir. - Forget about this incident.
But sir, now it is about my master's reputation.
I will teach the ones who hit you,
the lesson of their life.
Don't be so emotional, Malay.
Sir, the battle of truth can only be fought if we're emotional.
No, Baburao. Don't do anything now.
That stupid journalist is after my life.
He was, but he won't trouble you anymore. - What?
My threat worked.
And since then he hasn't published any news about you.
Who reads that newspaper anyway?
If he understands, it's good for him or we'll just kill him.
As far as this case is concerned,
I know Kumudini well.
What? - She sells kerosene in black, in our area.
If a political party has workers like you, any leader
can work with the public peacefully.
Thank you, sir. Bye. Take care.
Let's go.
Who gave me this English newspaper?
Let me at least see my picture in it.
Hello, sir.
Take a seat.
No, sir. I am fine.
What... What can I do for you?
Well, sir...
I... In my locality...
I mean... The lane I live in...
I want to start a nursery there. - So, you want children?
No, sir. The children in my street
want to learn English.
And for that purpose...
For that purpose... I suggest that...
For that purpose, whatever you will need,
Actually, sir... I am...
Uproar! This sting operation has created a sensation nationwide.
This has happened for the first time in the history of Mumbai politics.
Take a close look. This is the bungalow of our politician
where he was caught in the act, red-handed.
Let's wait and see what the court decides.
Why are you quiet, now that you have to pay me?
Didn't you promise me to pay Rs 10000?
Mr. Ghoshal turned me down. - What do you mean?
What is this, Malay? Is this called investigative journalism?
But sir, I did this to teach him a lesson.
So that I could take revenge for your insult.
Cheating someone to take revenge,
is against the principles of journalism.
One can trap anybody for his own selfish reasons this way.
And he can even blackmail the person.
Do you understand that?
And let me also tell you,
I don't pay you salary
so that I be a part of your sting operations.
If that is what you think.
That's not going to happen.
Do you get that, Malay?
I think our journey together was only short.
I don't want to see your face anymore.
You may leave now.
You may leave.
Get lost!
He didn't like what I did
and he fired me.
Neither do I have a job nor do I have any money.
Give me some time, please.
If you had not bargained a deal with Ghoshal,
why did you promise me?
I don't even see the face of someone who cheats me.
Because of you, I'm wandering around.
The minister's people broke my house.
They can even kill me tomorrow. They'll slit my throat!
You... I wouldn't mind dying, after I got the money.
Here's Rs 2000.
What about the rest? - I will pay off that as well.
How will you pay me off?
You don't even have a job.
So what? You take your interest until then.
Interest? Will you pay me interest?
Will you pay me interest?
Will you pay me?
You wretched idiot!
'I was homeless once again.'
'Unemployed and helpless!'
'But destiny had its own plans.'
'I had no plans to drown.'
'I just wanted a ray of hope.'
Please...
Listen...
A sting operation is a hot property for any of the companies.
That is why, I have come to you with an offer
from our channel, 'Day and night'.
Well, this was my idea.
My plan is that, the two of us
start something new in this direction.
Malay, hope you understand.
You use your brain and we'll use our logistics.
'I found new steps to success after I met Meenakshi.'
'I could earn fame, money and a luxurious life.'
'Sting operation could take me to great heights.'
'With Meenakshi, I started selective sting operation.'
'And she guided me.'
So, SP's money is our reward.
Do you get it? - No. It's not right.
And just because you say so, wrong won't become right.
We shouldn't do this.
'Wrong'! What the heck are you talking about?
'Right', 'Wrong'... Ordinary people worry about such things.
And I don't think your thought process is so narrow.
If we want to grow in life,
we have to think out of the box, Malay.
And I think you are not that kind of person
who will limit his thoughts.
Be a man, Malay.
And think about your future. Bright future!
Just chill. Listen to me
and accept this proposal.
One day, every child in this city will also know you.
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'I used to walk on the street.'
'Now, I am the CEO of the sting operation company called Scorpions.'
'I also got married to Meenakshi.'
'The company's business boomed.'
'There was an influx of money.'
'I was performing sting operations just to earn money.'
Well done, Shobha.
You trapped that idiot well.
What is his name? - Raman Verma, sir.
Ask him to send 2.5 million.
He is the busiest actor of Lalaji Telefilms, right?
Sir, these days, five of his daily soaps are on air.
So then no drama, no bargaining. 2.5 million,
or else, we'll upload the video.
And...
This time,
ten percent will be yours.
'I started using everyone.'
'Along with others, I was also betraying my wife.'
'I was in search of a new body every night.'
'I had turned into a demon.'
'I started liking all this.'
'I had become a philanderer.'
What was the need to come back home at three in the night?
You could have stayed back with her. - With whom?
The one whose perfume you reek of.
What are you even thinking about?
How can I be with another woman?
You are the one I have been in love with.
I love you so much, my dear.
Don't stress.
Why are you thinking about all this?
You are pregnant.
Think about that. Think Positive.
Okay?
If you think about all this, it will have a bad impact on our baby.
You have fun with women.
Here on, I will not say a word to you.
I need to be positive, right?
For the sake of our baby.
Hey!
You got angry.
In my entire life,
I have never seen someone as insensitive as you, Malay.
'I had truly become insensitive.'
'I was in search of that girl.'
'That college was on the way to my office.'
'I couldn't stop thinking about her.'
'Oh no!'
I am so sorry.
So sorry. I am... - It's okay.
I hope you're fine. - I am really sorry.
You were bothered because of me, Mr. Malay.
That's okay.
Do you know me?
Of course, who doesn't know you?
You're a great journalist.
And I am a big fan.
I am impressed.
By the way, I am Shashti.
Malay.
Pleasure meeting you. - Same here.
By the way, I teach English in Adarsh college. - Oh, is it?
Yes. - Well, take care.
You too. - Drive safe.
He gave it? He was threatening me until yesterday.
That he will file a case of blackmailing against me.
Today, he sent money.
This is for you.
Well done.
Just following your footstep, sir.
I'll be back. - Mr. Malay? - Yeah, speaking.
Shashti here. Remember?
Oh my God! What a pleasant surprise?
To be honest, I am impressed.
Where did you get my number from?
I have my sources.
By the way, what a co-incidence, right?
We met yesterday, and I read your article in 'India Today'.
What an article!
I mean, the issues you highlighted on woman rights...
Neither a politician
nor a social activist has spoken about it.
Excellent work!
Thank you. Thank you so much. How much more will you praise me?
By the way, I am liking the praises you are showering on me.
Can we meet today evening?
I would like to give you a treat.
Let's meet in the evening at around eight.
Should we meet in a coffee shop?
Actually, I don't have coffee after five.
Okay.
Dinner, then?
See you.
Thank you for the lovely dinner.
The pleasure is all mine.
By the way, you too are quite an intellectual.
And I have a special place for intellectual people in my heart.
Thank you for the special place.
It is too late.
I should get back.
By the way, it is not good to upset a beautiful girl.
Alright.
I don't wish to do that either.
Let's go.
So, you don't have coffee after five, right?
There you go.
Tonight is for you and our friendship.
Cheers. - Cheers.
I want to tell you how I feel.
I want to be with you as your heartbeat.
I hope I don't stop breathing.
That is why I want to live with you every moment.
Nice. - Thank you.
Here, the one who lives with me is calling.
Just a second.
Hello?
Hi, baby.
Yes.
No, I am not alone.
Yes, I am with someone.
I hope you're having a great time.
Yeah, I will.
Yes.
Yes. And I miss you.
Bye! Take care.
My husband called.
He is in Merchant Navy, you see.
These days, he is in France.
Nice.
I am alone, so he cares a lot about me.
But when I told him that
I am with someone,
he felt better.
By the way,
he's with a French lady, right now.
Interesting.
When I told him about you, he was asking
whether you will look after me today.
Yes, of course.
If one gets a chance to spend the evening with a beautiful woman like you,
only a fool will let this chance miss.
And I am not a fool.
Then what are you?
I am a lover.
Who is head over heels for your beauty.
And wants to be engulfed in your love.
And I want to end this distance
between the two of us.
Hey, what is all this?
Good you're here.
I am leaving you and this house forever.
I was calling you to inform that.
Why didn't you take my calls?
Who were you with?
I am asking such lame questions.
I am carrying your baby in my womb
and I stay at home alone waiting for you.
Very cleverly,
you got me out of office the instant I got pregnant.
That office, which was my idea.
It was started with my dad's money.
And once you became successful,
you took the limelight.
And you made me stay at home. Why?
Because you couldn't have had fun otherwise.
Listen...
I will not ask this question to myself or you.
I am leaving you forever.
I am leaving.
Meenakshi!
Who is it?
Hi!
You?
I am surprised!
Didn't you go home?
I did.
Then I thought, you are alone here.
I am alone over there. It didn't seem right.
So, I decided
why not I change my home.
Really? - This is my house from now on.
And? - You call your husband and tell him
there is no need to worry about you everyday.
Because you have me, who will take good care of you.
I love you a lot.
But what about Meenakshi?
She left me for good. That's what she said.
I am so sorry. - Why?
Because of me...
You are not the reason.
I am. Both of us are, Meenakshi and I.
The city people think that villagers like us are useless.
But they don't know
when a scorpion stings, everything turns to dust.
And I am a scorpion.
A wild scorpion.
But for how long will this go on?
I have no idea for how long.
I like openness.
You are a great soul.
I really like you.
Your bad days start from today, son-in-law.
Enough is enough.
We used to talk to my daughter,
but we never knew what was really happening.
In order to save your reputation, she used to lie to us everyday.
She used to show that it was all her mistake.
Now that I know everything, we will never send her back to you.
Baby is a God's blessing.
Therefore, we will raise it.
But this is your end.
When injustice is done to a wife,
nature metes out justice.
There is nature on one hand and me on the other.
Meenakshi?
No, her dad.
He was threatening me.
What now?
A new twist in the game.
What happened?
Don't you want to attend college?
I have already missed the class at 11.
I was thinking,
why don't attend the class at 3:00 PM.
The Principal will scold me,
but it's okay.
I was thinking,
why don't I start a literacy festival on my company's behalf.
Mumbai will have something new,
Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Scorpio,
I welcome you all to the very first literature festival of Mumbai.
Scorpio has created this platform, so that all the artists,
poet, novelist, lyricist, thinkers and lovers of literature
to come and enjoy each and every moment of this festival.
It is the endeavour of Scorpio group, that all of us are here
to dive into the ocean of literature.
So, ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for Mr. Mahesh Dhawan.
Moonlight from the moon!
It spreads everywhere.
Your beauty kills everyone.
Excellent!
You will not realise when the time passes by.
No one will know when the heart will break.
You put me in a spot!
I had no idea.
You cheater, you will know
who you ditched, later.
Very nice. Thank you so much.
As I already mentioned, that this literary festival is a rainbow in itself.
For presenting literature in various languages.
And I thank Mr. Malay
for believing in literature.
That irrespective of the language, it's just beautiful.
And now, please put your hands together for Mr. Abeer Chatterjee,
who is going to present his favourite poems for us.
Mr. Abeer Chatterjee.
Thank you. Thank you very much. Good evening.
Today,
my poem's name is, 'Everything has Changed'.
Leaves fall off.
Leaves fall off from the old love letters.
Age doesn't return in the letter of life.
Human, an ordinary postman,
goes where he cannot return from.
The bird flies away and returns to its nest.
But it cannot return anymore because the tree has changed its place.
The tree changed its place.
Like the birds,
even humans keep changing homes.
We never realise who is young or who is old.
Thank you.
Thank you! Thank you so much, Mr. Abeer.
Good work.
Thank you. - Your poems are pure as Kazi Nazrul's poems.
At the same time, it's also as deep as Rabindranath's work.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Malay Das.
Abeer Chatterjee. - Nice meeting you.
I know you very well. - Oh, is it?
In fact, I am your fan.
Oh, really? - Yeah.
Really. Your write ups are class apart.
Thank you. - Even though
English is difficult in your write ups.
But it is amazing!
But brass cannot shine like gold.
Can I confess something? - Sure.
After listening to you, I must say,
there is no purity or innocence in my writing.
Oh my!
I don't know whether you are praising me
or teasing me. - I am obviously praising you.
If it is true, then I must say
the credit goes to my wife. She is my inspiration.
By profession, I am a forest official.
And by choice, a poet.
Impressive.
Hold on.
Sabitri, come here.
Look who I am with.
He is the owner of Scorpio organisation.
Hello. - Hi.
Mr. Chatterjee praises you a lot.
In fact, he isn't my fan.
I have become his fan after listening to his poem today.
If you don't mind, may I visit your forest?
I will sit over there and write. Who knows...
Just like you, my writing will also become pure.
Wow! Sure. That is nice.
Right? - Yes, that's good.
That will be a great honor for people like us.
In fact, why don't you come in next month?
October! October 6th is our anniversary.
And our marriage anniversary will be grand.
So, you please come.
Come with your family, okay? - Sure.
Your wife?
That's my wife.
Attention! Ladies and gentlemen.
Please enjoy the song!
"Night is fun."
"And there is this beauty."
"Night is fun."
"And there is this beauty."
"There are people, there is celebration."
"The music is dancing."
"Don't stop yourself."
"Do a favour."
"Let there be a story."
"This youth is interesting."
"There is a pleasure"
"in your deep, mesmerising eyes."
"There is joy"
"in love."
"It won't let you go."
"It won't let you go"
"a beautiful chance."
"You betray yourself."
"Don't stop yourself."
"Do a favour."
"Let there be a story."
"This youth is interesting."
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Mr. Malay!
Mr. Malay! I'm so fortunate.
Thank you.
Hello. - Hello.
Did you face any problems during the journey? - Not at all.
We actually enjoyed the drive.
Good! Please come. - Come on, let's go.
Hello, Mr. Malay.
Hello. - Hello Miss Shashti.
How are you?
Please don't call me madam, I'm too young.
Shashti is just fine.
Oh my! Very beautiful.
You are beautiful from the inside and out.
It's 2:30 PM. You must be extremely ravenous.
Don't worry, sister-in-law. We had lunch. So we are full.
No. You have to eat something.
Okay, fine. We will have some snacks with tea.
Will fish cutlet do? - Yes, absolutely.
Come on.
Come.
Please come. I was waiting for you.
Wow. The aroma is delicious.
This is called real Bengali Fish cutlet.
Hey, enough.
Fish doesn't go well with tea.
Get my ice-box from the car. - Yes, sir.
Really?
I'm crazy for fish made by Sabitri.
Everyone can see that.
Here it is.
This goes well
with fish.
Why? - What?
No! I don't want.
You have traveled so long. Have it.
Where did the journey come from?
Have it. But only one.
May I? - Why?
What if he drinks two?
I will have to listen to his poems whole night.
I'm used to it.
But what about you?
You...
You? - I don't drink.
Anyway, Mr. Malay.
I think that women should not consume such things.
What do you say?
May I say something else?
You are very fortunate.
Because you have got a beautiful and intelligent girl like Shashti.
Why?
Am I less than her?
You men have only one problem.
You always speak about yourselves.
Why?
What did I say? Why are you dragging me in this?
I'm thankful to God
that I found you.
Mr. Chatterjee, I must say this.
You're an expert in cajoling her.
I'm not cajoling her. It's the truth.
Learn something from him, Malay. - Enough.
Don't get influenced by his sweet talks.
Abani. - Yes, ma'am.
Is Mr. Malay's room ready? - Yes.
Thank you, sister-in-law.
I'm feeling very tired.
I think I should get some rest.
Right, Malay?
Go, Malay. Go and get some rest.
No. I'm not tired.
You are such a bad man.
You don't understand what she means to say.
It's nothing like that.
I'll take your leave.
What is this?
You should've drank the beer there.
What was the need to give reasons of being tired?
When men like you pretend to be foolish,
I feel very bad.
Since so long,
we were so far despite being so close.
I couldn't tolerate that.
I like your straight-forwardness.
Sister-in-law... - Yes.
Where do you hail from?
Me? - Yes.
I'm from here.
But my grandfather was from Bangladesh. - Oh.
He was a renowned person.
Britishers had given him the title of 'Rai Bahadur'.
Oh. - Yes.
He used to speak about his country
till his last breath.
As if his country was everything for him.
He was the one who chose Mr. Chatterjee for me.
Do you know?
Mr. Chatterjee is not a person for me but God.
He loves me more than his poems.
And he takes care of me more.
Mr. Malay must be a good person, right?
Look at him. He is standing there since long.
But his eyes are always on me.
Someone should learn to love from him.
What happened, Mr. Chatterjee? You look tensed.
Mr. Malay. Sit down. - Thank you.
I can't think of the last lines to complete my poetry book.
If that could've been done, it was ready for printing.
There's no need to worry, Mr. Chatterjee.
Words cannot keep a poet like you waiting for too long.
Okay, recite it.
Should I really recite? - Yes, please.
Will you listen? - Yes, of course.
So my poem is like...
'One thing was making me worried, the love was deep.'
'The walls were having cracks.'
'The stove was burning in my house since long.'
'But my happiness was ruined from few days.'
Wow! It's great.
Mr. Chatterjee, you are a genius.
May I listen to more of your poems? Please.
Look, Mr. Malay. Don't make fun of me.
I'm serious. Please recite.
This is just this much. Would you like to listen more? - Yes, please.
So they are inside. Come. - Let's go.
Come on. - Yes.
Come on. - Let's go.
Take this. - Okay.
Cheers.
Hey, coffee doesn't have what beer has.
Yes.
So now I'll recite my beautiful poems to you. Okay. - Okay.
Is it there? Yes.
It's fun today, Mr. Malay.
Now... Now I will recite my poems. - Yes. Please.
Please recite.
Now? - Yes.
May I? - Yes, sir.
May I? - Yes, please.
Be careful. - Be careful.
Sabitri has asked me
to drink only one beer. - Don't worry.
That's fine. Listen.
The name of my poem is
'Everything is changed'. What?
'Everything is changed.' - 'Everything is changed.'
'Whose name is Taj Mahal.'
'A human has lost his wit'
'for a woman. - Wit.'
What did he lose?
'All the happiness for a woman.'
'Turns into sadness in a moment.'
What does it turn into? - Happiness.
No. Sadness.
Oh, sadness.
Wow, very nice.
Enough. Why are you boring Mr. Malay?
Sabitri, please come.
Mr. Malay, I had told you
Mr. Chatterjee becomes emotional after having more than one beer.
And then it's dangerous to listen to his poems.
Hey, danger. What are you saying?
Danger. What danger?
What danger? Will something happen over here?
No. Mr. Malay, is there danger? - Not at all.
Are you enjoying? - Yes. Why not?
Wow. Very nice.
Listen, Mr. Malay.
Mr. Malay is enjoying a lot. Do you know?
Yes. - Yes.
Wow.
Only a journalist
can understand a poet's pain. Right? - Yes.
Absolutely. - Right. - Enough now.
Mr. Malay, stop supporting him now.
I very well know that you are getting bored
after listening to his poems.
So hurry up and I'll serve the dinner.
Love... - Come on.
Nothing. Let's go.
Yes. - Love.
Sister-in-law, you have magic in your hands.
Learn to cook food from her.
I will have a feeling that I'm eating food cooked by you.
Oh Mr. Malay.
Why do you bother her? - It's the matter to bother.
One needs to eat good food for good poems.
Wow, right.
Hey, good catch.
The chicken was flying. You caught her.
Otherwise, the chicken would've been someone else's.
Malay knows the art of catching flying birds.
He just needs to know.
Then he doesn't leave.
He traps it.
Hey, are you telling the past?
Hey, why are you wasting your time by sitting here?
There's a nice fountain lake.
It is called the lake of love.
You are the love birds, right?
Go and sit near that lake of love.
Some years back from today,
when it was our first anniversary
at that time we had gone there.
Right, Sabitri?
Hey, listen to me. Both of you go and sit there.
Yes, look. Your love will reach the height
that the lake of love will overflow.
Let's go there tomorrow then.
Okay.
But there's a catch.
Listen to me, I'll send two of my forest guards with you.
What are you saying?
Will you send our guests with guards?
I will go with them.
Oh, you want to go. Please go.
But you must finish writing your poem by the time we return.
Absolutely. - Okay?
I will finish it.
Understood, Mr. Malay?
My Sabitri is my life.
She is my life.
Like the way she takes care of me
as she takes my responsibility,
that is why I get time to write poems.
You have been fooling me since 15 years.
Change your tricks now, Mr. Chatterjee. - She caught me.
Sister-in-law, do you know something?
I met with an accident.
Call it an accident or a co-incident.
But I met my man.
Right in the middle of the road, under the open sky,
the person I met was in my heart
and I didn't know.
Then dating. Meetings in coffee shops.
He knows.
Since how long have you been married? - One and a half years.
And now I'm very happy.
Oh! So the bride groom is here with the bride.
I shouldn't have come here to intervene.
Hey, this lake is a paradise for newly-married people.
They call it the lake of love.
The water flowing from this lake seems like it is singing the song of love.
Wow! You are no less than a poet.
Mr. Malay, why are you teasing me? - Believe me.
Actually, you don't know who you are. - Enough. It's too much.
Since the day you are here, you are only praising me.
Pay attention to your wife too.
Otherwise... - Otherwise what?
The weather will turn bad.
And there will be rain.
And the rain here is injurious to health.
Come on, Shashti. Come out. - Okay, sister-in-law.
It's too cold. Let's go.
Let's go. Okay.
You can stay here. I'm going.
Let's go. - Yes.
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Mr. Malay, you will fall ill. You please go.
I cannot go leaving my dear sister-in-law alone in this forest.
You know something?
I used to wait for rain when I was a child.
I love to get drenched in rain.
I love to play with raindrops.
How I wish someone returns my childhood days to me.
No fear or worries about anything.
Now, life has become a burden.
But since the time I've met you,
I feel the burden is easing.
I have started feeling so fresh.
I really feel refreshed.
I wish I met you earlier.
My life would've been different today.
Your vermilion is being wiped off by the rain.
I cannot let that happen when I am here.
What's wrong? - Nothing.
Sister-in-law, why do I feel, you're hiding something from me?
You can speak your heart out to me.
I am not only your brother-in-law, but also a friend.
Rain washes away our mask at times.
And our truth is unraveled.
You're right.
If you get a chance to look at this world with a new perspective,
let the mask be wiped off.
It's turning dark.
I think we should make a move.
Yes, let us go.
Live your life without wearing a mask for at least a few moments.
If you have to unmask yourself for some time,
you can wear a new mask later.
I saw you while you were praying today.
Shashti also told me, you pray thrice in a day.
You have so much faith in God?
It was only a realisation earlier.
But after I started living with Mr. Chatterjee,
my faith in God strengthened.
God?! That's a different kind of intoxication.
It's an obsession that gives man the courage to boost his weakness.
It helps him in hiding his weakness.
If somebody has nothing, it's God's will.
If someone has everything, God has blessed him.
If someone does something wrong, God will punish him.
If everything is done by God, then why are we doing anything?
I don't believe in God. It's utter nonsense.
How many years has it been since your marriage?
Why don't you have a child yet?
Why does Mr. Chatterjee keep you busy in prayers?
He is hiding his weakness behind God and prayers.
I'm sorry if I hurt you, but this is what I've observed.
You will have to fill the vacuum in your life.
No God will come and do it for you.
You're wearing this mask of being an ideal wife, to hide this vacuum.
You're living like a hypocrite.
So please take this mask off your face.
And live your life.
Shut up! Just shut up, Mr. Malay.
I won't remain quiet anymore.
Someone will have to tell you this some day.
Why are you leading a suffocating life?
You have every right to live your life like anyone else.
I am happy. I'm very happy.
Happy?
If you're happy, why are there tears in your eyes?
Forget about me.
You ask your heart,
if I am wrong.
Gosh! What took you so long in this rain? Where were you?
Hey! What's wrong?
You're completely drenched.
Hey... She doesn't want it...
What are you doing here?
I came to see what magic you do
that the food turns out to be so delicious.
And I'm also thinking
I should join a crash course to learn cooking Bengali cuisine.
Of course, from you.
Go away from here.
Please have it.
Mr. Malay, do you know something?
I'm completely relaxed now. - Is it? - Yes.
I have finished writing my poem.
So then I can now enjoy with you all, I can roam around.
And we can also celebrate our anniversary party in a grand manner.
Yes, Mr. Chatterjee. I thought of the same too.
Instead of tomorrow, why not celebrate your anniversary today?
Is it? - Shashti and I will make all arrangements.
What say? - Why not? Great idea.
What's wrong? - I am feeling very uneasy.
Why? What happened? - Sister-in-law.
How will we celebrate your anniversary without you?
Right.
Please...
Hey...
Okay.
That's the spirit. Very good.
Thank you, for agreeing to their wish.
Alright then, after dinner,
let's play a game.
We can pass time till midnight.
Done. - Great!
Sister-in-law, it's Y.
Y is the word. Sing a song starting with Y.
"The world,"
"this stage..."
"Nothing pleases me anymore."
Beautiful! - "They don't please me anymore."
Hey, it's 12:00 AM. - Happy anniversary!
Many more happy returns of the day, Mr. Chatterjee.
Happy anniversary. - Thank you.
Thank you. - Congratulations!
Congratulations.
And this is from Shashti.
What's wrong? Take it.
Please... - Take it.
Please... - Accept it.
Thanks. Thanks for the nice gift.
Why did you take the trouble? It was not required at all. - Come on.
Please don't be so formal.
Thank you very much.
What happened to you? Sabitri, where are you going?
Actually, she has been upset since evening.
Maybe because of getting wet in the rain, she is unwell.
Please, don't mind. - It's okay.
It's alright, don't think so much.
Good night. - Good night.
See you tomorrow. - Good night. - Good night.
Congratulations again.
Such is freedom!
Men and women, are all in a trance.
A high of love, wealth, fame, sin.
When you get these in love,
it feels so thrilling.
Shashti...
Are you sleeping?
You're in a trance too.
Shashti... I'm talking to you.
Are you mustering the courage to commit another sin?
Shashti...
What shall I do with her?
A new sin beckons me. Bear with me.
You seem very disturbed.
Maybe, you did not like what happened between the two of us.
You are too drunk.
We both are leading a same kind of life.
People think you're very happy with your husband.
But you live with a fire burning down within you.
If I tell you Shashti's true colors...
Anyway, it's of no use.
Because, the truth is,
you fall back on God to soothe your heart and ease your pain.
While I rely on alcohol.
What's wrong?
Gods are made of stone or clay.
And not flesh and blood.
Look here...
See this.
I got these flowers from the forest, specially for you.
You look so beautiful when you adorn these flowers.
Come on, get up and take a shower.
Oh, no! What's this?
You're running a temperature!
Mr. Chatterjee...
Yes, please come in.
Good morning.
I thought I should come personally and wish the two of you.
Happy anniversary. - Thank you.
Is she alright? - She has high temperature.
The temperature is too high. Did you call a doctor?
But where is she?
Let me wish her too. - How do I tell you, Mr. Malay?
Sabitri is running a temperature.
You mean, fever? - Yes.
There comes the doctor!
Come in, doctor. Hello. - Hello.
Please come. - Sure.
Come in, doctor.
There's nothing to worry. It's common flu.
I'll prescribe some medicines. Feed her those.
If you give it to her thrice a day,
she'll recover very soon.
Don't worry.
Please come. - Yes, let's go.
Are you annoyed at me?
Sister-in-law... - Don't touch me!
Don't touch! Stay away from me.
I despise myself.
See you, sir. - Bye.
Listen... - Go away!
Go away from me. Go away!
Get out of here, I say!
Stay away! - What's wrong? - Well...
We called the doctor, and so, she is angry.
Sabitri... What's this?
I'm the one who called the doctor and not Malay.
Sabitri...
Is this how you behave with a guest?
Sorry, Mr. Malay. I'm extremely sorry.
It's okay.
Hey... Sabitri, look at me.
Dear friends, ladies and gentlemen,
we're really happy that you all came.
Yes, you're right.
Today is our wedding anniversary.
Our 15th anniversary.
Today, we'll celebrate our anniversary like every other year.
Let me call Ms Sabitri Devi.
Sabitri, come here.
Now that Sabitri Devi is here,
what do we do next?
Yes, we have to cut the cake. Children, come here. Come on.
Easy. Careful... Very good.
So then let us cut the cake now. Okay? - Yes.
Mr. and Mrs. Chatterjee...
Happy anniversary. - Happy anniversary.
Thank you. - Thank you.
Shall we?
So, what's next?
Tell me! Yes, we'll hear a song.
Who will sing? Just as always,
both of us will sing. Okay?
"If I am ever destined to come back to this world..."
"All I want is your companionship."
"I have prayed to God to grant me this wish"
"If I am ever destined to come back to this world..."
"Every heartbeat of mine dances to your tune"
"May the saga of our love never end or fade away"
"I shall never betray you or go back on my promise"
"I wish I die in your arms"
"If I ever hum a song or name in my life,"
"that will be yours, my beloved. I shall hum your name."
"I have prayed to God to grant me this wish"
"If I am ever destined to come back to this world..."
Eat well.
Take some more.
Rice? - Just a little.
You?
No, I am done. That's enough.
You want some rice? - I am done.
You're devoring the food as if you've been starving for ages.
Everyone follows his heart.
I might be looking ugly while eating like this.
But there are only two things in life
I'm very passionate about.
Man
and Meat!
There is meat.
Everyone ate it.
I have no problem with that.
But I must get my share.
A big portion.
You had physical relations
with many women.
You still have.
I have no problem with that either.
I just want you. I want you.
What did you come to check, that night?
That whether
I'm awake or I've passed out and am unconscious.
I was awake.
I saw everything.
But what difference does it make?
You do sleep with me.
I can
share you with Sabitri.
But I cannot
lie alone on the bed.
Tell me something.
After marriage,
this is what I've realised.
That no woman can stop a man.
No woman!
So then,
let the men be happy.
And also do what makes yourself happy.
Am I right?
Just that...
You aren't able to sleep.
You feel incomplete only during midnight.
Every body is starving.
If the hunger is not dealt with at the right time, every man will face problems.
For instance, you and me.
Our bodies are longing to rub each other.
It wants to touch each other.
It wants to possess it and get lost in one another.
Body?! What's wrong with your body?
It's exactly the same.
You are only over-reacting.
We spent one night together.
We showered some love on each other.
He will never find out.
That's not true, Malay.
That will never happen.
Marriage is a divine bond.
In which two people come together and believe in it.
If there is no trust in the relationship, it's a waste.
All rubbish! You're saying all this because that's the middle class mentality.
High society people don't believe so.
Everyone has his own way. Nobody thinks so deeply.
Come on, sister-in-law...
I'm starving, I cannot wait anymore.
Dirty man! Don't you dare address me as sister-in-law!
I am not afraid of anyone or this world. Keep that in mind.
'That night, Sabitri's rejection left me speechless.'
'For the first time, someone had rejected me.'
'I had become a beast'
'and this old woman reminded me of my past.'
'I didn't want to be homeless again.'
I got late.
I have no one but her.
We're starving to death.
And the two of us are so hungry.
We haven't eaten any meal since morning.
Please give us something to eat.
You want to eat? Come, let me feed you.
Here you go! Eat! - Let my mom go.
You want to eat? Come, let me feed you.
'Next morning threw light upon the sins I committed at night.'
'Everyone was in a fit of rage.'
Mr. Chatterjee!
There's a letter for you.
'He killed my mom!'
No! Don't hit me! No!