Will you be my friend?
My name is Vikrant.
Vikrant Singh Chauhan.
Date of birth, 19th December.
Date of death, probably today.
Three things can ruin a man.
Money, power and a woman.
I was never greedy for money,
flexing power was not my nature,
so the only thing that remains…
Purva.
The never-ending bad luck of my life.
The apple of Akheraj Awasthi's eyes, the demon of our area.
She was his daughter.
Akheraj.
Full name, Akheraj Awasthi "Vidrohi."
The most infamous politician of our country.
Whatever bloody means are included in the book of crimes to stay in power,
he has tried and tested all of them.
And this is his adopted henchman, Dharmesh.
His origin? No one knows.
But the two of them filled my life with unhappiness
for the sake of Purva's happiness.
I was seven years old when I first saw Purva.
Or you could say that she was the one who saw me…
NEW GENERATION, NEW THINKING THE TRIUMPH OF NEW LEADERSHIP
…forever.
I swear, when I saw her, I knew that I need to get out of this place.
But where would my dad go?
He worked as an accountant for Akheraj.
That demon was like God to him.
So, son, once upon a time,
Mr. Akheraj struck the eye of a fish that was spinning on the roof.
And that too, while looking at the water below.
But, Dad, isn't this what Arjuna did in Mahabharata?
I'll give you one slap. Just listen to what I'm saying.
Dad, you're wrong.
-Vicky! -Shut up.
Even back then, I didn't like that girl one bit.
She used to go to my school. Actually, I used to go to her school.
Her dad was the one who got me an admission there.
From the first day till now, there's hasn't been one instance
where meeting her did not end with me or my body getting hurt.
Whenever this ill omen saw me…
Hi, Vikrant.
…something would go wrong.
I couldn't do anything about her eyes, so instead I shut mine.
-All clear? -Trust me.
Golden. Or, Golden, my childhood friend.
Where are you, Golden?
-If your guiding light is faulty… -Can't you see?
…you are bound to trip into the dark.
I swear, she passed by just now, just two seconds ago.
Vikrant.
Then, one day, Purva made me an open offer.
Here, eat this.
Will you be my friend?
Nothing happened that day.
I mean, nothing at all.
Complete silence.
Maybe God had taken mercy upon me.
That's why, after a few days, she and her ominous presence
disappeared from my life.
My life started turning for the better from that day onward.
I started topping my classes, and started running toward my dreams.
Time passed, and Purva too became a forgotten memory.
Golden dropped out of his studies,
and like me, started giving shape to his dreams.
He, in porn.
-You called me? -You got through Engineering?
And I, in Engineering.
-Brother. -Yes?
On the first day of college, Dad gave me a Casio watch worth 150 rupees.
And God gave me Shikha.
I saw her for the first time in college.
And after that I kept waiting for her to notice me.
Look, there she is.
Who sent this?
Who sent this? Will someone tell me who am I supposed to meet?
Me.
-You have to meet me. -You're flirting with me?
I was just waiting for you to notice me.
Stay there, I'm coming.
-Tell me. -Shall I?
-Tell me! -First you turn around.
-Eyes closed. On the count of three. -Okay.
-One, two… -Two…
What is this for?
Pack your luggage. The letter from Bhilai will come soon.
Oh, my God.
What if I get a job in Delhi?
Ask them for a transfer.
-Why should I? What's in it for me? -What's in it for you?
A small home in Bhilai.
A small garden.
-A small car. -A dog, too. You always forget the dog.
We'll get a dog, too, but a small one.
Why do you only dream of small things?
Because I've also chosen a small, cute girl for myself.
And what will you tell my dad?
My dad gets mad at the mere mention
of Akheraj and the people who work for him.
What is your plan, Mr. Vikrant?
Shikha, our whole life is getting on track.
Everything will work out slowly.
First, the letter from Bhilai. Then a small house, and then--
A dog!
My life story was getting right on track,
but I guess the writer of my destiny had other plans.
Two men on a motorcycle opened fire in broad daylight,
in which six people died, along with Gyanendra Singh.
It is being speculated that these two shooters
are associated with Akheraj Awasthi's party.
Bloody hell!
-Pallavi, what is this for? -The yogurt.
-Will you bring it tomorrow? -Right away.
I'll bring it now, Dad.
-What happened? -It's spicy.
So bring home a girl who will make less spicy food.
Mine is feisty, so she makes spicy food.
-Mom, I want yogurt. -I'm bringing it.
And how long will you be roaming around jobless?
Don't you want to do something with your life?
Yogurt. I told you I'm waiting for the appointment letter from Bhilai.
What?
Appointment letter, from Bhilai. Let it come first.
What nonsense!
You only think small.
Come to Mr. Akheraj's office tomorrow.
-For what? -By 10:00 a.m.
-But for what? -Shut up!
-I just told you-- -Vicky!
But my--
-Shut up! -Shut up!
Why are you giggling? Eat quietly.
Hello, bring me some jaggery.
Hey uncle, you didn't return the money for the last film.
I'm not able to earn anything.
-But your luck is shining. -Why?
-You'll be working at Akheraj's house. -My foot!
Yeah, give me attitude.
-Wait for five minutes. I'll be back. -Go. Smile a little, man.
-Shut up, stupid. -Good luck!
AWASTHI MANSION
-Yes? -I have to meet Mr. Akheraj.
Go straight and then turn to right.
I just had to go in and show my face to Akheraj, and come back.
How? I had a plan for that.
But on that day, after many years, she suddenly appeared before me.
Actually…I had to go to Mr. Akheraj's office…
This place is so big that I lost track.
You took a wrong turn. Turn back, and go straight through the main gate.
Thank you.
By the way, lovely to see you, Vikrant.
After 15 years, eight months, and seven days.
Purva.
Hello.
Actually, I came here for an interview and got lost.
I know.
Go and give your interview.
And… congratulations.
Congratulations on your first job.
Vicky, come here! Why are you dressed like a ruffian? Take this off!
You've crossed all limits. Wear this tie. I've been waiting for you.
Just two minutes. Tuck this in.
I kept asking him for two more minutes. Come on.
-He's asked about you six times. -You should've let him go.
-Anyway, what work will he make me do? -Wash his ass! Come here.
Why are you going there? Is your hair okay?
-Be nice. Touch his feet when you go in. -How?
Touch his feet when you go inside.
Don't keep standing like a bamboo, got it?
Listen, SSP, the two innocent men that you killed in broad daylight,
they were from my party.
And you guys killed them in an encounter.
What message did the common people get?
That our party has criminals who get killed daily in police encounters?
Mr. Akheraj, I had told you before
not to admit Dharampal and Bhupendra into your party.
Elections are around the corner and their misdeeds had reached Delhi.
And if we don't stop them, the reputation of the police gets ruined.
Please leave.
Okay, sir.
-What is it, Mr. Chauhan? -Sir.
Greet him.
-Greetings, sir. -Please tell me, how can I help you?
This is my son, Vikrant.
Hello. What do you do, young man?
Actually, I--
As of now he is just whiling away his time.
I'm hoping his life will change by your grace.
Sir, I have a degree in Engineering.
What can you operate?
-What? -I mean, what all can you operate?
Sir, cars, bikes… Both.
You want to be a driver in life?
No, I was asking whether you know how to shoot a Mauser, Beretta,
or that big boy, what is it called? AK-47, AK-57, whatever it is.
Know how to use them?
He will learn that, too.
If he doesn't learn that from you, then what's the use?
Once, while having breakfast,
Sir saw a rabbit running around outside the window,
and shot him from far away.
He is that good.
Sir, actually, I have cleared the written test for Bhilai Steel Plant.
Interview went well, too. Once I get a job there,
I'll do an MBA after a few years, and I don't want anything else.
-Hello? Yes, dear. -Hello, Dad.
Let's go.
-He only asked what I want to do. -Let's go now.
Okay, one minute.
-Vicky. -Hey, come here.
Okay, fine.
It will be done. All right, then.
-Bye, Dad. -Okay.
You
studied in the same school with Purva?
-Yes, sir. -Yes, you got him the admission.
How much is that steel company paying you?
-Sir? -What will be your salary?
Sir, 35,000 rupees, plus a quarter to live in.
-You'll be given one lakh here. -One lakh?
Place him wherever you want, in that Zumba studio.
Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.
You're going to do Zumba now?
You said that you will refuse his offer.
-Stop your nonsense. -I'm not speaking nonsense.
You're getting one lakh instead of 35,000.
No offense, but you're not worth that much.
So, should I become Akheraj's lapdog?
Give me ten thousand, I will bark along with you.
And Shikha? Have you thought about her?
-I have thought about her. -What have you thought?
-Isn't she a Manchester? -What?
Her chest is absolutely flat, man.
-Tell her to massage them with olive oil-- -Bloody…
-You're hitting me in front of everybody… -Hey, Vicky!
-Uncle is calling you.
Can't you hear my voice? Come here.
-Who is she? -Purva.
Vicky! Come, come.
Please introduce me to her.
He is coming.
-Where's your phone? -It's on silent.
Look, Purva has some work for you.
-Hi. -Hello, Purva. Hi.
-Did you recognize me? -She did.
-She didn't even shake hands with me. -Enough now.
Purva, I'm Golden. We used to go to the same school.
Remember, I was caught peeping into the women's bathroom,
and I was given a thrashing in the assembly? My bum was sore.
She recognized me now.
I am very happy to see you. You have developed quite well.
Thank you. Vikrant, which dam did we visit for our school picnic?
Nagra Dam.
-She asked him. -And I told her.
We had gone to Nagra Dam, and we had played tag.
Remember, we had played tag once, and we kept pushing you?
We didn't know that you'll blossom into--
-Enough! Can we come to the point? -Yeah, sure.
Keep quiet, son. Baby, please.
-Ask him. -Can you please take me there, to the dam?
-Dad, I had some work-- -What work do you have?
Your work's here. This is your job, first focus on this.
Whatever you wish, dear. Go on, sit in the car.
-Uncle, not this way, please. -Yes, baby?
If you're free, can you take me there, please?
Don't use such heavy words, he will cry.
-Here, take this. Give me that. Now, go. -Come on.
-Go and sit in the car. Be nice. -Shall we go?
Take care of her.
-Bye, Purva! -Okay, bye.
I wasn't talking to you.
I had asked you to be my friend in school,
and you had refused. Do you remember?
We were in fourth grade.
You weren't so quiet in school, were you?
Your smile is still so cute, Vikrant.
Wow! It's beautiful.
Nothing has changed.
Do you come here often?
Actually, no.
Okay, can we go there, on the pier?
-No, you go ahead, please. -No "please."
-Please, go ahead. -No.
Please, you go ahead.
No, just "you go ahead".
You go ahead. I'm a little scared of water.
Okay, I will go on my own.
Okay.
-You're Mr. Suryakant's son, right? -Yes.
Do your boxers have strings or elastic?
-What do you mean? -I am from this place.
If she wanted to visit the dam, she could've asked me.
But, no. Madam wanted your company.
You've been marked, young man.
Let's see when she rides you now.
Stop talking crap, or I'll beat you up.
What? You think I'm lying? Haven't you seen DDLJ,
the one with Shah Rukh? Do you remember? "Turn, turn…"
Look there. Come on, look.
Exactly after four steps, at four and a half steps…
Turn, turn, turn!
Are you the only one in this city who knows the route to that dam?
-You could've refused. -I was asking myself the same thing--
Did you refuse even once?
-Yes, I did. -Swear on me.
-Golden? -Yes?
-Did he refuse? -No.
I mean, how could he refuse?
-Now that he's under Purva-- -I am not under anyone. I told you.
Yes, but your dad forced you.
-Family pressure can be-- -How does she look?
-What kind of question is this? -Golden, how does she look?
Don't drag me into this matter. I might say something that could hurt.
I asked you, right? Tell me.
She is on another level.
Akheraj must have donated gold quite generously
to give birth to such a beautiful woman.
I am surrounded by so many women, and even I was smitten.
He only has you, so it's harder for him to resist. You don't understand at all.
Will you stop talking crap?
-She asked-- -Why did you stop him?
-You're letting him ramble-- -Listen to me!
Do whatever you want with your life, and I will do as I please with mine.
Mr. Sharma has been trying to get me to meet his son and I foolishly avoided him.
-Sharma? -I won't even try.
Will you stop this nonsense?
-I'm not going to work for Akheraj-- -You shouldn't have gone, Vikrant.
He is Akheraj! You and your entire family will work for him.
And take this idiot with you.
What she said was right.
-She was right? What were you saying? -Hey, man, you made me drop my peanuts!
But, Dad, I don't want to work there,
and why do you become blind when it comes to Akheraj?
Two stents. Two, that too imported.
Only 250,000 rupees.
While you were scratching your butt in the hospital,
Mr. Akheraj was busy saving my life.
If your father is alive today, it's because of this man.
And there's a limit to being an ingrate.
That godsent man
is trying to make your life better today, and why is that?
Because the moon and Jupiter are auspiciously aligned in your horoscope.
What is this now?
The person who possesses such an auspicious position,
reaches heights of success,
achieves great things, does not lie around the house like you
and farts all the time.
Dad, I've completed engineering.
There were 16 students in the first year, by the third there were only three.
After all this, I will run after that two-bit politician's brattish daughter?
Shut up! Stop your nonsense!
Son, you will have to work there, get this straight.
And this degree that you keep boasting of is courtesy that noble man.
That noble man got me the admission, he didn't buy me the degree.
I worked hard for that.
A bag of gold is being dropped into your lap!
Drill some sense into him.
He is ready to do that shitty job instead.
Whose son is he? This dumbass cannot be my kid.
-What? -What else?
He is ready to slog his ass off in Bhilai,
and a cushy throne is waiting for him here and he doesn't want that--
-But my dreams are different-- -Brother.
Don't say such things.
-The universe hears these things. -Will you shut up?
Just think.
You're being made the head of such a big project.
Dad, I think he got a job that is way beyond his capability.
-You're one to talk about capability. -No!
I have to handle a Zumba class, what capability is needed for that?
-What is Zumba? -A shameless form of dance.
In which men and women dance like this. I am supposed to handle that.
-After completing engineering, you hear? -Zumba isn't that bad.
Purva told me everything, I will explain it to you.
When did you speak to her?
We didn't just speak, she called me over.
-And she gave me a job in her Zumba class. -Job?
-No! -She's getting out of control.
Pallavi is in college. Who gives a job to someone without a degree?
No need to go there, understood?
If you need money, take it from me.
Oh, wow! You will give her money?
Huh? I am still paying for your expenses. How will you pay for hers?
Have you opened a shop in Chunni Bazaar?
Let me get the appointment letter from Bhilai, then we'll talk.
The starting salary is 35,000 rupees.
-Did you hear? Starting salary is 35,000. -Mine! 35,000 rupees.
As much as you would've earned in Bhilai.
Are you ashamed now? Have you realized your capability?
Let's see what happens next.
The father's a god, and the daughter's a goddess.
Shit, man.
If I ever see them together, I'm not sure whose feet I'll touch first.
Listen, Mom, why don't you speak to Purva too?
-Yes. -You can wash utensils in her house.
The whole family can serve them, and all will be good.
There will be no problem!
But everyone, get this straight. I will not be bought. I won't work there.
-Akheraj can go fuck-- -Asshole!
-What are you-- -Dad!
Watch your blood pressure.
The thing is, I've already applied somewhere else.
The moment I get a job there…
Mr. Akheraj, I don't want this job.
Mr. Akheraj, I have completed engineering. I already told my dad, I don't want to…
Mr. Akheraj, I'm sorry. I can't take this job.
-What is it? -I wanted to meet Mr. Akheraj.
Not now. There's a meeting going on. Go and sit there.
Don't move from there.
Mr. Akheraj, I'm sorry. I can't… I can't take this job.
Grab him. Bring that asshole here.
Sir is in meeting right now.
No, not now… Asshole!
-Asshole, trying to trick me! -Sir, what are you doing?
-Sir, I didn't… -Here, take it.
-Sir, please let me go. -Why are you saying bhai, bhai, bhai…
-Sir, please-- -Shall I cut you into pieces?
Who is this?
-He is the accountant's son. -How did he come inside?
-Sir-- -Tell me quickly what you want.
-Sir, please spare my life. -Shut up!
When I asked you to speak earlier, you took a vow of silence.
What is it? Why have you come here?
-What? -Uncle.
The DM said that they won't cook meat at home, since it's a Tuesday.
Who is saying what?
The DM said they won't cook meat at home on a Tuesday.
Can you meet at the club?
Ask him to keep the meeting tomorrow.
You want to do everything today?
What is it? Why have you come here?
-Sir, I wanted to-- -What?
Now, spill it. Why did you come here?
Sir, I wanted to talk to you, and--
-Uncle, he is gone. -Huh?
He is dead.
I mean, he is breathing for now, but not for long.
Son of a bitch!
-What was so important that you had to-- -We'll have to get rid of his body.
-Will I do that? -No, I will.
Then, go ahead and do it.
Who got him so angry?
Don't know brother, suddenly he was angry.
Keep it away. The blood may spatter.
Bring that.
Didn't you get this repaired, asshole?
I did get it repaired, sir. Shall I show you the bill?
Shove it up your ass. Switch it on.
Hey, Mr. Engineer,
where should we start cutting from?
How would he know, Sir? He isn't a doctor.
Hey, come here.
Hold his hand.
Why did you bring this kid here?
The more scared he is, the more he'll keep his mouth shut.
Four, five, six, seven… Keep going, guys!
-Come on. Hey, come on. -Where are you…
Come on, hold this.
Keep that energy high!
Come. Okay, guys, keep going.
Subtitle translation by: Shruti Shukla