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In your refuge, I’m losing myself

My beloved, give me your loving embrace

In your refuge, I’m losing myself

My beloved, give me your loving embrace

In your refuge, I’m losing myself

In your refuge, I’m losing myself

My beloved, give me your loving embrace

Come, come

In your refuge, I’m losing myself

Adarsh!

In your refuge, I’m losing myself

My beloved, give me your loving embrace

With tomorrow’s promise, I sit here today

Where did you disappear to yesterday?

Something urgent came up.

What could have been more urgent than that meeting?

We were so close to getting the funds.

And since when have you started drinking?

That too in the office?

What the hell happened? Say something.

I am asking you!

-Hello… -Hello, sir.

-This is Geeta. -Geeta from?

Sir, didn't you call our agency last night?

Which agency?

You want to be a gigolo, right?

Wrong… wrong number.

Come on, tell me. Is everything okay?

Does it have something to do with Naina?

There should be something left between me and her in the first place.

Adarsh…

Slip it inside this.

-What? -Pistol, what else?

Who are you?

-Who is this? -Come on, give the introduction!

Brother, he is Babloo sir's right-hand man.

He is here for the goods.

You think I'm walking around with it?

Then let's go where it is.

Please, let's be civil about this.

Buddy, let me sort this out. You wait a minute.

-Drill some sense into him… -Yes, I will.

-or he'll get knocked out for no reason. -Come on.

-What did he say? -Nothing.

-What did he say? -Nothing. Brother…

It's urgent. Please understand.

He hasn't left me alone since last night. It is expensive.

Then you should have given me something cheap.

Why give me such an expensive pistol?

Wow, brother!

I have respect for you, brother.

How could I have given you something cheap?

It's the first time you asked anything of me.

Your respect is becoming more painful than piles.

I'll have it delivered.

And don't bring such people to me.

-Give me my pistol. -What pistol?

The one you picked up from the hotel this morning.

-Sit. -Where?

On the seat! Do you want to sit on my head?

Walk this side, and sit.

Hold this.

Where are we going?

Where is the pistol?

I have been nothing but civil with you so far

because I thought you were in shock.

But you are taking me lightly.

You are taking me lightly!

-Go for it. -Let go of that.

You let go.

-You let go first. -I'll smash your head!

-I'm letting go! -Let go.

Let go!

Drop it!

Sir, go easy on the violence, please.

I'm holding myself back because of your age.

-You should be thanking me instead. -For what?

You'd be behind bars if the cops had got hold of it.

You would have been behind bars. I am a journalist.

-Yeah, right! -Where is my pistol?

-I don't have it. -What do you mean?

I mean, it's a pistol, not a comb that can be kept at home.

-It's with a friend. -Let's go to your friend.

-He's in college right now. -Let's go to his college.

I will drive.

Go for it. Let's see how!

You won't drive. You will sit behind me, and I will drive.

I will return the pistol on one condition.

You'll never show your face in my hood again.

I don't enjoy stepping into the filth you were born in.

Good… Don't. That's exactly what I want!

I'll call you when I've picked up the pistol from my friend.

Give me your number.

Note it down.

-8514… -What?

8514…

-85… 14. -14.

3.

-3… -55.

-55. -55.

-55? -5.

-5. -Save it as Rocky.

From what angle do you look like a Rocky?

I know your real name.

Then save it with the name you know.

Give me a missed call.

IDIOT

My name is Adarsh Johri. Don't forget.

Not that you're letting me forget.

PSYCHO

I'll wait for your call.

If I don't get a call from you,

I'll have the owners of the pistol pay you a visit.

They cut up human beings, not goats.

If I want to hit you, you won't see it coming.

Hello… Sanjay bro!

Hold on. Don't sell it.

I thought you'd be at the press.

That's what you thought yesterday too, right?

Here…

The keys to the main door and the bedroom.

Put some clothes on.

Why?

Are you embarrassed to see me like this?

You paid money to see that boy naked,

but you can't bear to look at me for free?

Put the bag down.

Put it down.

At this moment, we'll end up having an argument.

Look at me!

Touch me.

-Touch me. -Let go!

What does that gigolo have that I don't?

Please, let me go.

Touch me.

Touch me.

Is it sex that you want?

Let's do it.

It's not free, madam. You'll have to pay for it.

-You aren't worth it. -What? Come again.

You think I cannot do this?

Do what you feel like. What's holding you back?

You!

Our relationship of eight years.

My earnestness, which you used to screw me over!

I toiled day and night for you, for this home.

For me? What did I ever ask of you?

Yeah, right! You never asked for anything.

My mind was playing tricks. Maybe these walls were speaking,

or my ears were ringing. "Adarsh…

let's get rid of this old junk box and get a new car."

"Adarsh, let's buy a house uptown."

I was going to split the cost.

Not you, Naina. Your dad.

And I don't want a penny from that man! You know why?

Because if I die, he will dig me out of the grave

and remind my corpse of the massive favor he did me.

-Keep my father out of this. -Why?

He funds your whims and fantasies, right?

I am of no use to you anyway.

-I have a job. -I see…

What exactly do you do, madam?

Shoot rockets into space? Planning a mission to Mars?

You spend your day keeping count of the blood

that your father sucked out of day laborers and rickshaw pullers.

Do you know what a hard day's work really means?

Searching for gigolos from a cabin your father gave you

is not called work. It's called debauchery.

That too, funded by your father.

Bravo!

That's what you think of me.

You think I don't matter.

My feelings don't matter. My work doesn't matter.

You alone are achieving the impossible in this city.

No, I am not, madam. You are doing the impossible

by hooking up with a guy half your age

in my house, my bed.

The bed is not yours.

-Really? -I make that bed every day.

I change the bed sheets and the pillow covers.

I pick up your wet towels.

I've slept on it alone, day and night, and dreamed of a life together

and seen those dreams shatter as well.

The bed is not yours alone. It's mine, too.

Fine, then.

Please take your bed, bedsheets, pillows, mattress,

and your colorful dreams along with you.

-It's over! -It's over!

It's over!

It's over!

It's over!

It's over!

It's over!

It's over!

-Hello. -Yes, sir.

I want to apply for your membership.

I thought you changed your mind.

No. I've just made up my mind.

Great. Please transfer 5,000 rupees as a one-time membership fee

and send us your latest photograph.

Please, no nudes.

We've reached, ma'am.

-Hi, Naina. -Bhavna, hi.

-I need a small favor. -Tell me.

Is your flat in Srishti Apartments still vacant?

I gave it out on rent a couple of months back.

-Who's interested in it? -My…

My friend is visiting from Delhi.

She needs it for a few days.

Sorry.

Why don't you send her to my place?

-I have an empty room upstairs. -No…

She'll manage, I guess.

-Thank you. -Alright.

Congratulations, sir. We have a request for your first booking.

I've sent you the client's picture.

But I cannot see her face in this.

Sir, that's for privacy. You can see the body, right?

-Is she single or married? -We can't share personal details, sir.

Do you want to do this or not?

Alright. Please confirm the booking.

Great. Sending you the location details.

I am here next to the airport parking lot.

I'm wearing a cream-colored full-sleeved shirt

and gray trousers.

Yeah.

No, I am alone.

Where? Where are you?

I can see two cars.

Okay.

The night is young, words left unsaid

Let whatever happens, happen…

Thank you.

-Is this your first time? -No.

Do you have protection on you?

Today's weather is pleasantly playful.

Light drizzle and gentle showers are expected.

That guy will take you inside. I'll get the client and join you guys.

-Is this hotel safe? -We do this every day.

Don't worry. Come.

Come.

How much time will it take for her to reach?

The client wants a small video of you.

-An introduction of sorts. -But I have shared my picture already.

What good is a picture?

She wants to see you talking.

Sit here.

Okay? Comfortable?

Yeah.

Okay, go for it.

My name is…

AJ.

Age…

36.

Complexion, fair.

-Height, five feet ten-- -No, no… This won't work.

Sounds like a matrimonial ad.

Don't get hassled, just open the top two buttons.

Bare that chest a little, yeah? Go for it.

-Come on. -Is this video necessary?

This is not for my pleasure, man!

Don't worry, okay?

Everyone shits their pants the first time.

A little confidence now! Like a man!

But I was told over the phone that photographs are enough.

Come on, man! If you are this embarrassed, don't do it.

I knew as soon as I saw you that you don't have what it takes.

But what exactly does she want to know about me?

It's simple, man! The client wants to know why a woman should pay

15000 rupees an hour to spend time with you.

What is so special about you? That's all.

One minute.

Where is the washroom?

Over there.

Go.

Hi.

Hi.

I am… Adarsh.

Hi, I am Adarsh. I am safe and I am a gentle…

I… I am a gentleman.

Hi, I am Adarsh. I am safe and I am--

Time's up.

I'm coming.

Come, sit.

Sit… No need to freak out.

Sit, buddy.

Who are you guys?

We are kidnappers. And you've been kidnapped.

I told you a dozen times. I'm not a gigolo. I'm a journalist.

I came here for a story.

Nice excuse, buddy! But it won't fly.

A lawyer came here before you to investigate a case.

He left us a million rupees richer.

For you, we'll make it half a million.

I won't give you a single rupee. You guys should know,

that journalists like me have no money. But we have power.

I'll get sketches of you guys drawn and expose your scam.

You'll show us your power?

Stay still, or I will cut your balls off!

Pretending to be a journalist, this fuck!

Show me your power! Tie his hands.

Tie him.

Check his pockets.

There it is.

What's the pin? Tell me the pin!

-There is no money. -Tell me!

-Hey… two… -I'll cut it off!

2491.

This belongs to your husband.

Please return it to him. He came to kill me yesterday.

Have you lost your mind? Adarsh doesn't have a gun.

Then you don't know him well enough.

He isn't the simpleton he shows himself to be.

If I knew your husband was a maniac with a weapon,

I would've never agreed to give you service.

Please go! Go!

You got me in this mess. Now you get me out.

After threatening me with goons and gangsters,

he's stopped answering my calls.

Look…

I am a gigolo, not a gangster.

Please make sure your husband understands that.

I beg of you.

Why did you have to tell him that you are a gigolo?

I called you here to intimidate him,

not to mouth Bollywood dialogues.

"We are kidnappers!"

You aren't a kidnapper, you're an idiot.

I thought that if I raised my voice, he'd shit his pants.

You scare people with guns, not words.

I do all the legwork.

I look for idiots who fit the profile, get them right into the trap,

only for you lazy fucks to ruin it.

You can't get a gun, but you want to be a gangster.

-The gun is on the way-- -It's up your ass. Shit it out.

Take this.

-Withdraw whatever he has. -Get some booze and snacks as well.

Yeah, right, it's a party!

"Ujla Aaina."

The news behind the headlines.

Man, he is a journalist for real.

He is no journalist. He is messing with us.

Journalists don't dress up and wear perfume before running after a story.

They run disheveled.

He's not here for news. He's here for a fuck.

I have attended a few psychology lectures, too.

I won't be fooled so easily.

Look… Try and understand.

Your timing got mismatched,

but my life is on the line.

Please keep this.

Everything is… mismatched.

My whole life is a mismatch.

And yet…

we keep trying to match a mismatched life.

Get up every morning, fry an egg,

make lunch, pack the tiffin,

go to work,

come back, make dinner, eat, and sleep.

And nothing in between.

In between, there's me.

Get it?

Keep this. Please.

I don't want your husband showing up at my door at night.

Naina madam.

Gun.

-Bro… -Brother,

he had only 23,720 rupees in his account.

This guy is a fucking pauper.

Let's make the best of what we've got. Here, have one. Enjoy!

Put it back.

Did we come here for two bottles of whiskey and peanuts?

-Bro, let me come along as well. -Stay put.

We don't need brawn now. We need smarts.

Enjoy the whiskey. Let me handle it.

-Please have dinner. -I'm not hungry.

-You've paid for it. -I still don't care for it.

I can help you get out of here.

You look like a decent man. Why are you getting tangled in this?

Give them whatever you have and get it over with.

I don't have money.

I'm sure you guys have seen the balance in my account.

Move.

I need to pee. Move.

These rascals won't let you go until you pay up.

-Ask your family. -I don't have a family.

They're planning to take you out of the city.

And I hear another guy is on the way with a gun.

If you have a friend who cares about you,

please call him and tell him to get whatever is possible.

I'll try and negotiate on your behalf. Okay?

I do have a friend

I was supposed to meet over drinks tonight.

I can call him here.

He usually has three or four cards on him.

If you withdraw cash from all his cards, it may add up to 100 or 150 grand.

This is the max I can do.

That's good thinking.

Alright.

Name?

Your friend's name?

"Idiot."

An idiot in need is a friend indeed.

That's why my mom tells me I always leave things half-done.

I have always given my 100 percent. You tell me.

What else can I do? I don't know why they don't get me.

One psycho is sitting in front of me. The other is calling.

It's your husband.

Put it on speaker.

-Hello. -Yeah, Sunny.

-Sorry, I missed your call. -No, brother. No need to apologize.

I figured you were busy. Tell me, where do I come?

Paradise Hotel. Room number…

Room number 24.

In how much time will you be here?

In 15 to 20 minutes, brother.

"Brother"?

Since when is he your brother?

I mean, he is a decent guy.

Except when he's holding a pistol or a goat leg.

Sorry if I was out of line. You should go home.

And when things cool down,

you can avail yourself of my services again.

Delete my number.

Alright.

Let me open the door.

So you can pull a fast one and escape?

He won't come in if he sees so many people.

He's a little too smart.

I'm not lying.

-Go and stand outside. -Who, me?

-What is this bullshit? -What a useless idiot you are!

You show up when it's time to leave.

I came as soon as I got the address. What's the need for violence?

You're five hours late! Come, hand it over.

-Wait. -Hand over the pistol.

-I'm telling you, I'll shoot. -I called for it, idiot!

I'll shoot.

-It should be my friend. -One second…

Back off…

Stay low.

And keep the pistol out.

Open the door.

-It's in the bag! -Shut up, you scoundrel!

Sit straight.

-I know how to handle these guys. -Check the back pockets.

My God! Look at this!

-This idiot has called for a gun! -Give me the pistol.

Move to this side.

Move!

Hey!

-I'll shoot your friend. -Go ahead.

-I am not his friend! -I'll shoot him!

-Do it! -I am not his friend, I swear!

You've got the wrong guy! That's his friend!

I am no one's friend.

-I will shoot. -Move!

-I will shoot! -I will shoot!

Move!

Asshole!

Ask him to back off, or I'll blow your brains out!

Keep it down!

Keep it down, idiot! I said, keep it down!

-Brother, none of this is my doing! -Get down!

Bastard, I'll skin your balls.

-Brother, I really don't know anything! -Move! Take this.

Tie him. Move!

This way!

You are their boss, right? Aren't you the boss?

Bloody gigolo!

I'll show your video to the world.

-I'll show it to everyone. -You told him about me?

-He is mumbling nonsense! -What video?

This scoundrel's video.

-What the hell is he saying? -He is clueless!

-This asshole came here to be a gigolo. -Pick him up!

What a jerk!

Is the journalist a gigolo,

-or is the gigolo a journalist? -Where's my phone?

Move it, man!

You have the time for water?

What the hell was that?

I was this close to getting killed. Why is everyone out to get me?

You, with the dark clouds around you, please stay the hell away from me!

Both of you!

Listen.

How did Naina hire you?

You are obsessive.

Psycho. Do you know what that means?

Answer the damn question.

You want to become a gigolo, right?

Go, become one.

Get "gigolo" tattooed on your ass and show it off to prospective customers.

-You won't tell me? -I won't.

-You won't tell me? -Nope.

Fine.

-What are you doing? -Clicking a picture.

Why are you clicking my picture?

This will be in tomorrow's newspaper

along with your interview.

And I will personally deliver the paper to your father.

Really? Like hell, you will!

Leave me!

Let go of me!

Enough with the blackmail, man!

You want to get back at her, right?

Let me arrange a call girl for you.

Vent it out on her.

Your wife hired a gigolo, you hired a call girl.

-You can call it even. -Shut up!

You have a small brain.

How did you meet Naina?

Why are you trying to ruin my livelihood?

How did you meet Naina?

There's a woman… who I work for.

-What's her name? -What will you do with her name?

I want to meet her.

She isn't the manager of a hotel you can walk into.

-You can't just land up there. -They're right there…

You need to be introduced.

-Yeah, so you do that. -Oh, yeah?

And what should I tell her?

Here, meet this journalist whose wife hired a gigolo.

-Keep your voice down. -He was so pleased

he now wants to be a gigolo himself.

Yes.

Exactly this.

You've ruined my business since yesterday.

I've lost thousands of rupees and several clients.

And you have the balls to tell me that you want to work at the same place I do?

Oh, that's what's bothering you? Why didn't you tell me sooner?

I am not for sale.

Introduction fees.

And I'll give you ten percent of my earnings as commission.

Now, get me introduced.

That's some confidence, man!

I don't know where you get it from.

When I see nincompoops like you, I feel confident.

If you've decided to smash your skull,

why should I care to give you a helmet?

I'll wait for your call.

Hey, wait!

What's the guarantee you will leave me alone after this?

No guarantee.

What do you mean, no guarantee?

Were you made in China?

-What now? -Do you take me for an idiot?

This is a garment store. You've given me a fake address.

It's the correct address.

I've sent you to an artist.