I'll just...
Pesky? - Will you call your boss a dog?
You are crazy!
I am calling Pesky by his name.
He barks, he does not bite.
Go, you naughty boy.
Go for a walk with your favourite human. - Awe!
Baby.
And with this your punishment is over.
Let's go, Pesky. Pesky! - Pesky.
Pesky.
In just one day they bonded really well.
I am talking about Pesky and Sufi.
Okay, Pesky.
Of course, you must have shared your room with him.
You will obviously become a traitor.
Don't worry.
Now, he will bark less
and bite more. - Whatever!
Come, Pesky.
Hi, Kainaat.
Are you still angry with me?
I am sorry.
This is for you.
I know whatever you did was to save your brother.
But please, always stick to your principles.
Don't give up on your morals and values. Imtiaz, you're a nice guy.
Do what is right.
Anyway, dad forgave Hamid so,
I can accept these cupcakes.
So, we're friends again? - For a sweet apology,
I accept your friend request.
Amazing, this calls for a cupcake. - Hey! - What?
I won't share it. I am going on a diet from tomorrow.
So, no chance. - At least one...
Okay.
Kainaat!
Come on, Imi! - Good.
Pass it to Hamid. - Pass it.
Come on, cover it!
You seem happy, is it because of Natasha?
I have blocked her. - Then it must be Serena.
She's more of a therapist and less of a girlfriend.
Is there a new girl in your black book?
Sufi! - Come on.
Come on, boys.
Boys! - Are you sleeping?
Imi, cover him!
Shoot!
Sufi, why aren't you passing?
Rahil! Come on, Imi. - Hamid...
Shoot!
Sufi!
What is it? Your extra happy mood is distracting me.
Do you want to go back to Africa? - Now I am
not going anywhere. I am not going anywhere.
Really? - I want to stay right here.
That's good, bro. - Yep.
My new work. Okay, I'll show you this. - Oh thank God
my outfits are here. - This is very trendy.
I have been waiting for it, Dana.
Sorry, Benazir.
You will have to go to your tailor for your clothes.
These are all for Farah.
For Farah? - Yes.
Did you pick it from children's section?
You know, Benazir. It would be better if you
say nothing about fashion, glamor, trends.
It's a debutante ball.
You know, when I was 20 years old
I won the title of Debutante Queen in this debutante ball.
Actually? - Yes.
May I please. - Today was yours, tomorrow will be ours.
What a game, boys! What a game. - Hi.
What is this? Farah's childhood clothes?
Imi! - My leg will fit into this. Check it out.
Imi, she is your sister.
But I know her more. She will reject it all.
Are you sure? - Yes.
Sufi, we are all aware of the fact
that you have won the title of GQ's Best Dressed Man's title.
Three times consecutively.
But this is a debutante ball.
Even the small size is extra large.
Oh. - Farah has followed a diet.
She will fit into all of these.
Mom, it is not fashion sense,
it's called anorexia. - Hamid!
Benazir... - Aunt, why don't you... My shoe came off.
Aunt, please make ' kebabs' for us, we're famished.
Yes, of course. - Hurry up.
Sorry, aunt. - Come.
Imi. Imi! - Yes, mom. What happened?
Imi, you still haven't called anyone.
Are you confused? - About what?
The ball!
Oh please, for heaven sake please do not call Debopriya. You know, she's...
She's okay for house parties. But for these social events
she has a horrid dressing sense.
Dad wants to say something to you as usual. - Imi,
this is a debutante ball, and
Farah is participating for the first time.
Okay. - You are her brother, so naturally
you should go with the best looking girl in Shimla. - Mom
I have decided who I want to take to the ball.
My decision is almost final.
It's almost final. Bye, mom.
Bye, dad! Bye, uncle. - Imi!
Let's cancel the ball plan.
Who wants to watch a fashion show where women wear outrageous clothes?
Let's go to have 'hookah'!
I will attend the debutante ball for sure. But with whom?
Ms Yoga Pants, or Ms. Smarty Pants.
I just love getting into pants, bro.
Hamid, come for dinner.
Andy, send salad for Farah in her room, please.
Farah is not at home.
Not at home? Where is she?
Credit card payment. - My mom's call. That's why...
Answer the call. She might be worried.
She thinks I am in some dance class.
She is right, in a way.
We're dancing, right? - What rubbish!
Any more scoop on that awkward suicide case?
Ma'am, give me two minutes. I will keep you updated on that.
And what about Rumi murder case? - Yes, ma'am. We have sent them...
I need all the details by... - Sure.
Shimla's serial killer's daughter tops in her tenth grade?
Or after getting to know about climate change,
six-year-old gets an anxiety attack?
Joey, I want to talk to you.
Sir, I am always ready for increment.
In fact, I think it should be done bi-annually.
Actually, one of my
friend
he is in love.
So, sir. There is Motel Decent near Hill Top.
It is very decent.
Rs. 500 per hour.
And if you mention my name, he'll get a discount. - Shut up!
It is not that.
I have a friend, he likes a girl.
He wants to propose to her, but he doesn't know how to
for a relationship. So...
Sufi, we are ready to break this week's huge political news.
And you are behind this girl. - Not me!
I told you, my friend. He is special.
You don't lecture me, just give me an advice.
You are the biggest playboy in North India.
You give him some dating advice.
Anyway, who is this lame man who cannot woo a girl?
He is not lame.
He is nervous. That girl is too much.
Joey, I have queued the bulletin on the prompter, please check it
Sir, I cannot see the camera four's frame. Please check.
What? Okay, I'll check
Check the cable, camera four!
There's no feedback it seems.
Is the cable fine?
What is it Falak? Hurry up and tell me. My news is going to start.
Kainaat, please listen to me.
I want to ask something. - Say it properly!
Kainaat, I want to borrow your black dress for the debutante ball!
Please, can I borrow it? - No, Kainaat!
Then take it. Okay, bye.
No, that's not fair. - Yay!
She knew that I wanted that dress. - What? Kainaat!
Okay, bye. F**k off.
Sorry, my stupid sisters were on the call. - That's okay.
So, are you not going with someone
to the debutante party? - Ah!
No!
That's good, the guest list must be good then.
Did you say something? - No. - Okay.
Sir! - Yes? Does her shirt look white?
Like, does it look off white? - Yes!
Thank you, sir.
So, what do you think about these parties?
Debutante ball and all that?
Is it blue?
Is the background blue?
You check it. What will change?
It is right in front of you. Check it yourself, bro.
Sir, Kainaat is over there. Will you please ask her to check once.
Will you come to the ball with me? - Huh?
Mr Abdullah, this ball is crap.
Anyway, this ball is a mixture of Tinder and marriage alliance.
Parents look for a Cinderella in young girls
and their sons look for Tinderella!
Just to enter their pants.
And I am not someone who would do such a thing.
Get it?
Were you saying something, Mr Abdullah?
Good morning guys. - Good morning. - Kainaat, tell me something.
Who are you going to attend the debutante ball with?
Me? I am not attending it.
Perfect! Now you're going. With whom? With me.
No way! - Come, Kainaat. Or else my mom will
send me with a bimbo who will discuss
about Instagram hashtags and filters.
That's great. - That is not great.
Kainaat, just come. Please!
Okay, melodrama. I will think over it and let you know.
Will do? - Okay.
Imtiaz, listen to me.
This monitor isn't working. Can you check and tell me what the issue is?
'F**k! What was I thinking?'
I am so sorry!
This is the boys' locker room.
I am eligible to be here.
What are you doing over here?
Actually, I wanted to give this to Akash.
I think he's busy with his socio project.
He got a partner, right? - What?
But he said he will work on the project with me.
F**k man! I am screwed now!
I want to be screwed too.
Sorry? - I mean, I too am screwed.
You know, I don't have a project partner.
And after that whole paper leak no one wants to be my partner.
If you don't mind, Harleen. Will you be my partner?
I promise, you will have to do nothing,
I will put in all the effort.
Just be there with me with some ideas, that's it!
Okay. - Thank you so much.
But remember, you will put in 80 percent of work. Okay?
I promise. - And please hand this over to Akash.
Sure.
Bye.
And we're the first one to cover it.
Please follow the story, because there are lots of names involved.
And the luxury hotel sex racket
for digital space, alright?
We too have a fresh lead,
illegal construction is taking place on governments forest land.
I think we should... - Talk to the marketing team
or your boss Imtiaz Alqazi in private.
Speak here only when you're asked to.
Sufi, listen.
What's wrong? Why did you get angry all of a sudden?
Why did you invite her for the ball?
Sufi, because she is not attending the ball with anyone else.
I need a partner.
You know how my mom is. She will
send me with a dumb or a rick socialite. - Fine.
You may go with whoever you want. Alright?
Listen!
Are you sure you're not keeping anything from me?
Do you like her?
Are you crazy?
I am Sufiyaan Abdullah! I have some standard.
I don't like her. And listen,
girls like Kainaat
woo nice men like you and then use them.
So, I am saving your a**, bro!
Alright?
Okay, guys! Come on, it's nine o'clock news time.
Time to get working.
Come on, everybody!
What was all that, Imtiaz? - Kainaat, I am sorry.
I don't know why he reacted like this. - Tell me something,
is that what you think about me?
Of course not!
From day one I've been tired of asking you to leave her alone!
Why don't you get it?
She is not the kind of girl you think she is.
Imtiaz, I will attend the debutante ball with you for sure.
Also, Mr Abdullah
if you have a problem with our friendship, then that's your problem.
Imtiaz he is one of those who cannot invite someone nicely
because he thinks he is entitled to any woman that he wants.
But guess what, you're wrong!
Honestly speaking, Imtiaz.
I didn't want to cause any tension between the both of you
because you're better than many other rich
spoilt entitled men that I know.
I just can't stand this.
No one has ever insulted me as much as he did.
What does he think... - Don't even try to hurt Imtiaz.
What?
Don't even try to hurt Imtiaz.
Mr Abdullah... - I know what you're trying to do.
Imtiaz is my friend.
And he asked me to attend the ball with him nicely.
And I accepted his request.
There is no conspiracy behind this like you think.
Listen, I don't care a f**k. Go where you want to,
but Imi shouldn't get hurt.
Mr Abdullah, I am telling you this for the last time.
Imtiaz is not just a rich business man and a boss, he is also my friend.
If you don't get it, then I cannot do anything about it,
because this concept is so alien to you.
How will you know what it is to be a friend with a girl.
Has a girl ever been your friend?
Do you even know what it is to hold a girl's hand?
Or...
Look, I feel nothing.
Do you feel something?
Yes, I've never held a girls hand.
Because they leave you and go.
Yes, I never really saw them.
Because all they care about is my wealth.
Yes, I didn't hug anyone.
Because...
'Is it possible for you to love and hate someone at once?
'From my personal experience...
...it's impossible.'
'My mind hinted that Kainaat is bad news.'
'She was not just a wave, she was a tsunami
who will destroy my friendship with Imi.'
'But that day,
when I held her hand,
looked into her eyes,
came close to her, why did I
feel she is mine?'
'Kainaat was just an employee, and I...'
'What the f**k was going on?'
'If only I knew,
Kainaat was about to give me her most beautiful thing,
betrayal.'