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So, Avinash, did you make any friends at school?

My name isn't Avinash.

I am J. J!

Avinash has MPD. Multiple Personality Disorder.

J's creation, or call it activation, happened in that accident.

Avinash's mind fractured and created J

to help him cope with his trauma.

This means two different people live in one mind.

But there's one big difference between the two.

J knows about Avinash's existence,

but Avinash knows nothing about J.

So, when J takes over, Avinash has no memory of it.

Paa. Until today, I have protected Avinash from this world.

Now, I will save him from you as well.

Ravan aka "Dashanand" means ten heads.

The ten heads of Ravan are believed to be his ten vices.

Everything you taught me about Ravan was wrong.

Now, I will behead each one of Ravan's head

that gave Avinash and me pain.

I need Avinash for this.

He has the skills to toy with people's mind and their emotions.

Using these skills, Avinash will behead the remaining heads of Ravan.

Both our lives were always separate.

But now, I need to enter Avinash's life,

where Avinash will have to do as I say.

Kidnappers usually make contact in the first 48 hours.

And if they don't, then…

Then? Something is wrong?

I want to go to my papa.

Siya.

If you want Siya back, then you must kill…

The reason for Pritpal Singh's death must be anger.

Natasha.

The reason for her death must be lust.

The weapon used to kill Angad Pandit must be his fear.

This is my case,

and I will solve it.

We must look at this case from a new perspective.

Avinash Sabharwal. Something isn't right.

Avi, are you okay?

Avinash, J is your split.

Papa.

After committing four murders, Ravan killer, J,

has been apprehended because of Senior Inspector Kabir Sawant

and is currently serving his sentence in a mental asylum.

Are the remaining six heads of Ravan safe forever?

Or can J, who is locked up in an asylum,

ever set out on his journey again to slay the remaining Ravan heads?

Whenever I meet you, I always feel you're a mystery for me.

But I'll do it for you.

It's been more than three years,

and yet criminals like Dr. Avinash Sabharwal

benefit from the loopholes in the law.

They use mental health as an excuse

to escape punishment.

Why is the man who killed four people and deserves to be in prison

receiving treatment?

That was the PIL filed by Divyanka Chaturvedi,

partner of late Natasha Garewal, one of Avinash's victims.

But after rejecting this plea,

the court has brought this two-year-long case to a disappointing crossroad.

The asylum authorities are silent.

The doctors treating him are tight-lipped.

But after knowing what he's done,

can the people of this country remain quiet?

The question hasn't changed.

This is Tarika Sood from Nation 24/7.

They want to see you.

Your reports are looking very promising, Dr. Siddharth.

Well done, both of you.

Sir, not only did Dr. Sabharwal help us with his treatment,

but in the last couple of months,

he's counseled other patients using his informal methods.

Avinash,

it's good to know that you're doing fine.

But after what you've done,

you know you'll never walk free.

Ever.

Freedom is a relative term.

Whether I am here or outside doesn't make a difference.

Considering all variables,

I think, Dr. Siddharth, you're on the right path.

I feel we can grant some relaxation

and permit family meetings with safety protocols.

Thank you.

Since J became dormant,

has he ever tried to communicate with you?

Has he asked you anything?

I stopped answering him long ago.

Even after all these years,

the media hasn't let go of this Ravan case.

Yes, that's because there was no closure.

All they know is that J's list had ten targets.

Who are the other six victims? Where are they?

No clue whatsoever.

Do you think he will ever complete his list?

How? The only man who can do it

is locked up right before our eyes.

And as long as he's in here,

everyone on that list will be safe.

Siya, write shorter.

There won't be enough space.

Give it to me. Let me…

I can do it, Mama.

It won't fit, Siya. Just give me the--

I said that I can do it. Please don't touch it.

Sorry.

There is no problem that can't be solved.

Solved.

This is a two-in-one offer.

Free cupcake with this cake.

"A" for Avinash.

You are very clever, Mama.

Yes, now go and get your drawing.

-Yes, Mama. -We can't be late for visiting hours.

Come, Goofy.

-Reva. -Yes, ma'am.

-I will be back in a couple of hours. -Okay.

Please check the dough and see if it's leavened.

Siya's insulin will be delivered from the chemist.

-Okay, ma'am. -It's already been paid for.

-Just take it and keep it in the fridge. -Sure, ma'am.

-And please check on the grillers also. -Okay, ma'am.

It's going to be so much fun meeting Papa.

Here. Hold this.

Will Papa like the cake?

Control your excitement, and wear your seat belt.

She's very excited to meet Avi.

The excitement is mutual.

You should've seen his face.

Oh, by the way,

this is the book I had spoken to you about.

Wow! Where did you…

A friend of mine was returning from the US.

So, he got it.

Thank you so much.

Avinash, look who's here.

Happy birthday!

Papa, I made a cake for you.

Oh, wow!

Really!

I missed you so much.

Show Papa his gift.

Papa, I made this for you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

And this is your return gift.

Okay, we don't have much time.

-Shall we cut the cake? -Yes.

Come on.

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday, dear Avinash!

Happy birthday to you!

From old friends and new

From old friends and new

-Happy birthday, dear Avinash! -Happy birthday

To me!

Happy birthday

To me!

Happy birthday

-Mama, bad uncle. -It's okay.

The first piece of cake for the one,

who's closest to Avinash.

Abha, come. Come.

Even we're shocked, Abha, J kept us in the dark for so long.

For three years, he gave hope to Avinash, and to us.

All of us.

And suddenly…

you know, the question is not why he remained hidden for so long.

The question is, why did he come back?

And Avinash?

J hasn't let Avinash out for a week.

And he's not ready to talk.

Siya.

Siya, what happened?

It's okay.

Mama, the bad uncle is back.

He'll take me to that room again.

I don't want to go, Mama. Don't let me go.

I am sorry, Siya, but you'll have to go.

Siya.

Siya, it's okay. Siya, it's fine.

Mama's here, Siya.

Siya, Mama's here.

Siya, I'm here. I am right here.

Siya, I am right here.

I don't want to go.

Abha, I spoke with Siya's doctors.

They believe her glucose levels are fluctuating rapidly due to the trauma.

But don't worry. Siya just needs to be at ease.

To be honest, I still feel trapped inside that room.

I can only imagine what it must be like for her.

-Abha? -I need to meet him.

But Avinash is…

Not Avinash.

Are you sure about this?

I know you won't tell the doctors anything.

So tell me what you want.

Why did you come back?

You have questions,

I have the answers.

But he has nothing.

Please, Siddharth.

I need to.

You know, until all of Ravan's ten heads are not beheaded,

I won't release Avinash.

-Avinash can never-- -Not Avinash.

You.

We're a family, Abha.

I came to save Avinash.

Avinash came to save Siya.

Now, you will save your family.

You will save Avinash…

from me.

The purpose of Ram's existence…

is Ravan's death.

When Ravan's ten vices are eliminated,

then I'll be gone as well.

I will not be a part of this madness.

I can never do this!

This is crazy.

Abha.

Abha, what did he say?

-Close the door. -Yes, sir.

What happened? What was he saying?

-He was-- -Sir, look!

Come.

Now, you will save Avinash…

from me.

SELFISHNESS

When Ravan's ten vices are eliminated,

then I'll be gone as well.

God.

And what part of "no" don't you understand?

Just five minutes, sir.

Just five.

I am really sorry for that.

This is my menu.

And a layout of my cafe, sir.

It's a part of my house.

House?

Yeah.

How long have you had this property?

For a year.

Actually, we used to have a bigger house,

and I was the head chef in a five-star hotel.

As I told you on the phone,

after what happened with my husband,

I had to quit my job and sell the house.

Oh no, I can totally understand.

I want to start a franchise in Gurgaon.

I read that you want to invest in the restaurant business, so…

What was the name again?

Purple Brick Cafe.

No. The name of these cookies.

Cranberry oats with a touch of sea salt.

Actually, it's one of our hot sellers.

Okay, now let me be very honest with you, Abha.

The truth is my finances aren't what they used to be.

Nor is my health.

What I want to imply here is that

I have personal issues of my own.

And investing in any new business venture at this time…

it's just not the right fit for me, so thank you, but I am sorry.

Sir, if you want assurance,

you can keep my cafe as collateral.

Yes, but… that's only half the property.

The other half is my home.

How can I risk that?

I thought you were very confident about your business.

But I guess it's true,

money boosts confidence, especially, when it's not yours.

Either you give me the entire property as collateral,

or there's no deal.

Cheers.

Done, sir.

Okay.

Come.

Thanks for offering me a lift.

No need to thank me.

I have my own personal agenda.

This way, I can see your house and cafe.

Oh yeah, and don't believe what the press talks about me.

They say my finances are depleted.

I am bankrupt.

-Are you okay, sir? -Yeah, I'm alright.

Just blacked out there for a second.

Must be my blood pressure.

Shall I drive?

I don't think I'm feeling well.

Please, call my doctor.

Dr. Pandey.

Fuck!

…are growing in the city.

What is the solution for it? Is there a solution at all?

When will mental illness get the same importance as a physical illness?

Our prime-time debate is based on this topic.

The recent…

After everything that happened last time,

I'm sorry but I can't let you meet him.

But I really need to.

I am sorry, Abha.

I really can't.

Real estate baron, Neel Bahl,

ended his life on the railway tracks.

He made a note viral on social media

disclosing the conflicts in his real life.

Play it.

There was no other place to celebrate our anniversary in peace, right?

At least don't lecture me today.

Uncle.

Uncle, I can't see the ice cream.

Okay. Here you go.

-Which one do you want? -Chocolate.

Ass, what are you doing?

What's the rush?

Are you getting late?

Play slower. Slower.

Come on, slow down.

Do you go to school?

-Yes. -Which class?

Junior KG.

Wow!

Do you want me to fall asleep?

-Don't you understand? -Where is your papa?

-Why are you playing so slow? -There.

-Raman, let it be. -What the fuck is this?

-Let it go. -What are you doing?

-Are you his father? -Thank you. Yes.

Okay, take care. Cute kid.

When I tell you to play slow, you bore me.

When I tell you to play faster, you go overboard.

Play like an artist.

An artist.

-Got it? -Mister, that buttermilk.

Again, fuck.

Am I right, sister-in-law?

Of course. Of course, you do.

Am I right, Auntie?

-Am I looking good? -Here you go, Auntie.

Nice!

-There's sugar in it. -Let it be.

Kabir, have you kept in touch with Meghna?

Mom? Hey!

-Children, go play. -Kabir.

-But… -Let them go.

-Don't go too far. -Why do you bother him, Mom?

You're always bringing up this topic. Let him be.

You keep quiet.

If I were in your shoes,

I would've followed her to Canada.

-Now, you tell me. -Auntie!

-What? -Why haven't you found anyone yet?

Unfortunately, Auntie, I'm not that lucky.

It's the kind of job we do.

For now, I am enjoying Prakash and sir's company.

Enjoying?

What?

-Are you enjoying? -I don't…

-So, you're stressed? -No.

Vrushali? You?

Here comes my favorite.

Happy anniversary, Madhvi.

Thank you.

Happy anniversary, Prakash.

-Thank you. -Sit!

Sit here.

Yes.

Vrushali, you're late again.

I've started a new diner, Auntie.

-I had to take care of some issues, so… -Oh!

What problem?

Tell Prakash about it.

Come on, let's cut the cake.

-Let's cut it. -Keep playing. I'm coming.

Wait.

-Pradnya. Come, child. -Come.

Coming.

Son.

Prakash, I'll just come back.

Come, child, allow me.

Excuse me.

Why you bloody…

-Come here. -What happened, sir?

Why is it so fast?

What's the rush?

Slow it down.

Sorry, sir.

-Come here. Come. -Friends…

Why did you slow it down?

Do you want me to fall asleep?

I will apologize to him, sir.

I will, sir.

-It wasn't so difficult, right? -No, sir.

Please, this way.

Very good.

-Sir! -What happened?

First, let sister-in-law touch the coconut.

Sister-in-law's touch is very lucky.

Absolutely.

On behalf of our dear party president, Mr. Rana, and me,

I would like to say that our organization feels gratified

that you invited us to inaugurate the new wing of your institution.

My party and I would like to congratulate you

on the occasion of constructing this new wing.

These days, mental health is more important than physical health.

Because a sound mind gives us a sound body.

And the service you provide is a national service.

On the occasion of the construction of the new female wing,

and to thank you all,

today's catering is sponsored by my new restaurant.

Papa, happy birthday!

Look, sir, there are more counterfeit notes here than real ones.

One crore in all.

-JP. -Yes.

Complete the formalities and inform me.

Almost done, sir. This is the last of the lot.

Wow! Did you accidentally answer my call?

I answered the call to tell you

that I won't do the interview.

Look, Kabir, this case is in the headlines again,

after Divyanka's failed petition.

You're the only person who knows the entire backstory of this Ravan case,

so don't do this, okay?

The world really needs to know what happened.

It's been three years, Tarika.

-Now give up. -A guy who started all this

by killing his mentor, who was his father figure, won't stop easily.

-I mean the Ravan case is really-- -Closed chapter.

Bye, Tarika.

We are almost there, just six more kilometers to go.

Focus on the monitor.

What route is he taking?

Where are you taking us?

Driver, what route is this?

Where are you taking us?

Driver!

What route is this?

-What? -Oh, no!

Oh, no!