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Uncle, I never give up.

Sometimes, what happens, is that the best of the best...

...turns out to be the one who is least expected.

For example, mom's cooking. Right, aunt?

Absolutely, son.

You prepare the Biryani.

I'm eager to taste your Biryani.

All of us.

How come Aditya and Arshad are competing to make Biryani?

That wasn't the plan.

I really hope, Aditya doesn't make a mess.

Arjun, do you know? If Aditya wins this Biryani contest...

...then mom and dad would be really impressed by him.

I wish he wins.

Both of you, take this. A lot of heat is coming from the stove.

Thank you, Zoya.

'But not more than the heat of love.'

Wow! It's emitting such nice aroma. I can't wait to eat it.

Wow, Aditya! The presentation of your Biryani is exquisite.

The aroma is really very nice.

But who is going to be the judge of this competition?

Wasim, is it you?

No.

The judge of this Biryani competition...

...will be Zoya.

Me? Dad...

Zoya will decide who is better.

Arshad.

Or Aditya.

Wow! It's so nice!

It's good!

Arshad, your cooking is also very good.

It's very difficult for me.

Aditya, your Biryani had saffron, almonds...

...fried onions and everything.

This Biryani can be easily served in a 5-star restaurant.

It's delicious.

But Arshad...

...your Biryani was simple.

It was something that I could eat often.

For that reason.

The winner of today's competition is...

Arshad.

Thank you, Zoya. I wasn't expecting this.

This is the right decision.

Did you feel bad?

You spoke the truth.

And I like it when you speak the truth.

Right? That's why.

Believe me, the Biryani you made...

...should be served to a royal.

It is very delicious.

You sit here.

What happened? - Have a seat first.

Here, have some sweet.

For what?

For what we all have been desperately waiting for.

For your and Arshad's alliance.

Dad, I asked you to give me time, didn't I?

What is the hurry? - Zoya, I am your parent.

I will always be in a hurry to see my kids happy.

Wasim, Zoya is right.

I think, they should think it over and decide for themselves.

That would be better.

Excuse me.

Zoya.

Thank you so much for choosing the Biryani I cooked.

But, Zoya...

...I don't know what are...

...your likes or dislikes.

What are your hobbies?

You will be shocked...

...to know her hobbies.

I mean, have you seen her pottery?

They are so abstract...

...that sometimes, she forgets what she made herself.

Noor.

Noor likes to joke around.

Actually, I don't have time for my interests and hobbies.

Zoya, you are wrong.

You are a good singer.

Sing for Arshad.

Dad, please. I just...

...croon sometimes. You...

You will never praise yourself.

But believe me...

...she is very talented.

Zoya, please sing.

No. Mom, you too. - Please sing, Zoya.

No, Arshad, please...

Zoya.

Since everyone is requesting so much, sing your favorite song.

Let them hear as well.

Okay.

But the condition is that you have to sing along with me.

I'm always with you.

Now, it's your turn.

The song is so good.

Why don't you both dance together? - Yes. Why not?

Allow me, Zoya.

You sang amazingly, Mr. Rafi.

Just like your amazing dance.

Please have a seat. I'll serve you the rice pudding.

This wasn't our plan.

You cook the Biryani...

...while he wins the contest.

You sing the song...

...while he dances with Zoya.

I feel as though it's time...

...to activate our original plan.

You're right, Arjun.

It's time to activate our original plan.

There are just a few more boxes left.

Then I'll distribute it to the people of the slums.

Zoya.

I felt, I lost because of my bland Biryani.

Don't you believe that you've won?

I'm believing it eventually.

In fact...

...I'm thinking about the future as well.

I'll prepare a Biryani like this for you every Sunday.

Arshad, please.

I have a request for you.

Please don't impose such pressures on me.

Sure, Zoya.

Your spectacles need a wiper.

Yeah. It's an...

...occupational hazard.

By the way, has anyone ever told you...

...that you look good even without spectacles?

Thanks, Zoya.

Dr. Arshad prepared the blandest Biryani.

He prepared 'Khichdi'!

Noor, don't worry. Arshad is here only for a short time.

Short time?

What? Are you planning on killing him?

Are you mad? - Then?

Oh, you're going to kidnap him? Nice.

Noor, you're crazy.

That's it.

Zoya, excuse me.

Hello? - Hello Dr. Arshad I'm calling from...

...your hospital, there's an emergency case here.

Please, stop what you're doing and come here as soon as possible.

From the hospital?

This is not the hospital's number. Who's speaking?

I am Gopi, I work on fourth floor. I'm a receptionist.

I called you from the mobile since the landline isn't working.

Gopi? - Sir, the kid will die.

Sir, please come.

Fine. Prep the OT...

...and give him a shot of anesthesia, I will be there soon.

Yes, sir. Please come soon. Okay.

Oh!

Finally, Arshad has left the house.

I am really sorry. It's an emergency, I will have to go.

Yes, certainly.

Thank you, Zoya.

Mom and dad...

...I have to leave for the hospital, it's an emergency.

Alright son, take care.

Fine, but...

You have a holiday today, right?

A doctor never gets a leave.

I will to have to go to the slums to distribute the Biryani.

So, let me drop you if you are going that way.

It's on my way.

Yes, that will be fine.

You can go with Arshad.

Let me hold it. - No, it is fine.

Bye. - Bye.

Take care. - Sure.

Go! Go and stop her. - Okay.