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Ladies and gentlemen,

a very good evening
to the one and all present here.

I would like to welcome you
to the ESRA Entrepreneur Awards.

The next category is Small Business
Entrepreneur of the Year.

And giving away the award
is Trade Chairman James Brown.

For Small Business
Entrepreneur of the Year,

the award goes to…

somebody who all of London
has come to know

and love as the Benares King,

Sikandar Khan!

Hey, Sikandar, keep it up.

-Thank you.
-Well done.

I would like Sikandar
to share his journey

with all the budding
entrepreneurs here.

Hello, mic testing, one, two, three.
Mic testing, one, two, three.

It's working just fine, Sikandar.

Oh, it's working.

Just checking.

In Lucknow, we always
make sure it's working.

First warning.

I'm pretty tightfisted
when it comes to English.

So, when I was told

that I'd be presented with

the Small Business Entre…

Enter-- Enterr…

It's even difficult for me
to pronounce it.

I said to my wife,

"Let's turn it down."

"What is the point in going there
and embarrassing myself?"

But my wife said to me, "Sikandar…

when you go there,

just speak from your heart."

"Speak straight from the heart…

and they will understand."

So Banaras, which you all so lovingly

call "Benares,"

produces saris that are true works of art.

The work done on them is so intricate

that I swear to God you can never
take your eyes off them.

It was the same cold night in London.
It was my first trip to this country,

and I was freezing outside
the Queen's palace.

I noticed everyone
was wearing a jacket,

but the colors were limited.

Only a few handpicked colors.

And they were being repeated
again and again.

It occurred to me that

if I could bring the color of Banaras

to these women,

it would add to their charm
even in this freezing weather.

Anyone could have come up
with a similar idea,

but I thought of it first,
and I started a business here.

The question that arises is

how this idea came to me.

How the journey of a lad named Sikandar,

from the streets of Lucknow
to London, began.

That is the real story.

The story of my Salma.

-Hurry!
-A cup of tea, please.

-One tea!
-Hold on.

SHARMA JI'S CAFE

Salma Rizvi.

The eldest daughter
of the Rizvi family.

Age, 33 years.

Beautiful, educated, and talented.

But single.

The world was changing,
and so was Lucknow.

Salma worked for
Lucknow's Public Works Department.

Hold it properly, Nitesh.

-Or the thread will be full of knots.
-Sorry.

If you can't hold the yarn properly,

forget about becoming permanent.

Do it properly.

She wanted to make some contribution
to this facelift of Lucknow.

Salma had
no other complaints with life.

She never gave up trying
to live her life on her own terms.

But Salma's mother had
only one complaint.

It's time you got married.

-How long will you--
-What about the house?

Let it get sold?

Will you entertain
the wedding guests on the streets?

They lived in a huge mansion,

but it was mortgaged to Rastogi.

And Salma was paying
the installments.

Salma's father,
Nawab Raees Hassan Rizvi.

India attained independence
75 years ago,

but every month,
this gentleman shows up

at the royal pension office

to collect his 15 rupees.

This isn't just money.

It's proof that I am a Nawab.

The Nawab was too busy
reminiscing about his royalty.

For a fact, mosquitoes breed
in stagnant water.

Even the well-wishers had an eye
on the Rizvi family's honor.

Well done, Salma.

-Good job.
-Fantastic.

Nawab Raees Hassan Rizvi's daughter
is getting married.

It's the talk of the town.

Salma's youngest sister
was getting married, not Salma.

But it was Salma who had paid for
both of her older sisters' weddings.

Of course, she took
a loan from the office for this.

She pays installments for that as well.

Meet the young prince of the family.

His so-called education

and dreams of becoming a cricketer

are also funded by Salma.

On the whole, she is the whole
and soul of the Rizvi family.

Salma Rizvi.

Beautiful, educated, and talented.

But single.

-All three younger daughters are married?
-Yes.

Only her now.

Any problems with…

Not at all, brother.

She works as a supervising
engineer at LCA.

My husband wanted a boy.

So, we had three more
children after her.

I can see that.

-Salma is a true gem.
-Yes.

She was only 18 when we had
to mortgage our mansion.

She had to sacrifice herself

for the sake of her family
and her sister's happiness.

Look, sister.

You know the boys in Lucknow.

Even the pickpockets in Lucknow

desire Katrina Kaif.

We're looking for an honest
and simple boy.

Not boys.

You can only expect
men in her case.

But don't worry.

If Salma is a ring,

then I will find the gem
that fits in it.

Thank you very much.

-Nitesh.
-Yes?

Do we have Spider-Man masks?

Yes, madam.

-Masks. Yes.
-Five in total?

-And check those too.
-All different.

Also, check for He-Man's sword.

Nice.

This is called women's power.

Office work and household chores.

-In balance. Together.
-You're right.

I can't comment on
women's power,

but it's my younger one's
birthday today.

Happy birthday.

Okay. And the theme is superhero.

And why does anyone get a job?

For the family.

So, I am trying to keep them happy,
that's all.

You are absolutely right.

Family is everything.

Right, Salma?

Are you done with
the Hazratganj file, Rajiv?

Are you done with
the Hazratganj file?

Soon.

I want it by evening.

And focus on the job.

Or while you're commenting
on women power,

you will get replaced by
a woman.

Is it done, sir?

Yes, it's done.

But Salma,
you already borrowed money

for your sister's wedding.

Now your second sister's husband

is asking you to be
the guarantor for his shop.

Sir, he's going through tough times.

In the name of being
a good relative,

he's making you
a part of their problem.

Look, Salma,
you are talented.

You have a future.

If you keep putting relationships
above everything else,

your future will never
become your present.

Yes, sir. Noted.

-And also…
-Yes.

We received a brochure from London
for smart city planning.

Study it once.

Okay, sir.

Mom, I want a bat.

Son, there's some sesame wood
under the table.

Take it to carpenter Rajender.

He will carve
a fantastic bat out of it.

Dad, I want to be Rohit Sharma.

But on your terms,
I won't even become Ishant Sharma.

I need an English willow bat.

That…

Just because he goes
to an English medium school,

he now wants an English bat.

Mom, you won't understand.

Just give me 8,000 rupees, please.

Are you out of your mind?

Did your grandpa plant a money tree

from which I can pluck
8,000 rupees for you?

I can adjust with 7,000 as well.

In our old mansion,

there were gold coins buried
in the courtyard.

The government took it.

Heard that?

Ask the government
to give you a gold bat!

Let me make some tea.
Your sister will be back soon.

-Greetings.
-Greetings.

Dad. Sabiha's shop is finalized.

How was your day, sister?

It was nice.

What do you want now?

I wanted a bat.

I'll slap you.

Salma, have your tea.

-Uncle. Uncle.
-Mom!

This is all we wanted.

What brings you here, dear?

Shabana, all good?

I've left home for good.

Trouble!

Won't you ask me why?

Is it anything new?

This is always the case with you.

Then why marry her into
the family of idiots?

You're right.

Since you brought
Shah Rukh Khan's proposal for her.

-There she goes again!
-It was my mistake.

-Salma, have your tea.
-Hold on, Mom.

What happened, Shabana?

Faraz's brother bought
a house for himself.

I kept telling my husband
for six years, but no reply.

Now we're burdened with
caring for his parents.

Tell Faraz to think about
his children's future.

Salma is not a genie from the lamp,

whom you can rub and make a wish.

-Mom--
-She has other responsibilities.

Exactly.

My sister is going
to buy me a new bat.

Shut your mouth.

Nawab's grandson.

Salma, have your tea.

What do you mean by
Nawab's grandson?

He's a Nawab's son.

Not just your son.

Call him a prince.

Greetings, sister-in-law.

Mr. Rastogi,
what brings you here?

The Nawab is a friend of mine.

So, I thought
I should check on him.

Right?

So, Nawab sir,
I have a scheme for you,

which will solve all your problems.

I know a developer

who wants to convert
this mansion into a hotel.

He'll move all of you into
a three-bedroom apartment.

In Gomti Nagar.

That will clear your entire debt.

So, what is your answer?

-Well…
-Stop taking us for a ride, Mr. Rastogi.

Who sells a mansion for
a three-bed apartment?

In that case,
even I have a scheme for you.

Give me 8,000 rupees now.

I will repay you double,

both principal and interest,
once I play for India.

What is your reply?

Now you know our answer.

Please leave.

Enough, children.

Listen, go home now.

The children seem worried.

I will talk to Faraz, okay?

You already ran out of time three years
ago to repay the principal amount.

It's my decency that

I am only charging you interest.

You are not doing any favors to us.

You charge us interest at one and
a half times. Don't provoke me.

You must talk to him today.

If I go home now,
he won't realize his mistake.

Yes, of course.
I will talk to him.

You always say
that you will talk to him,

but you never do.

Come with me right now
and talk to him.

Otherwise, I am not going back.

Shabana can never do
anything on her own.

Subhan, no misbehaving
with your elders.

Look, I just got the lease
on Sabiha's shop.

I will do something
about your home too, okay?

Take the children and go home.

Some are getting a shop,
others are getting a home.

Why don't you pay
my principal amount too?

You haven't left yet?

Get out. Leave.

-Let go of me!
-Subhan, what are you doing?

-Leave it.
-Subhan. Don't…

Check on them.

Uncle hit me.

Salma, place your hand on this.

-What are you doing?
-Salma.

-Mom, look--
-Place your hand on the Quran.

What happened?

-Say, "I will get married."
-What?

Say, "I will get married."

-What behavior is this?
-It is not misbehavior.

Misbehavior is what has been
happening in this household.

But not anymore.

-Say, "I will get married."
-Mom.

-Say it.
-Mom.

Say it, Salma.

Say it, Salma!

-Say it!
-Fine, I'll do it!

What can be better than this?

Have you lost your mind?

The fortress that's been abandoned
for decades

will finally be conquered.

But don't have children too soon.

They suck the fun out of romance.

I am trying to avoid the situation.

And you're advising me
about children.

Don't take them lightly.

That little princess
is her father's informer.

And that bat…
is nothing short of Batman.

They don't fall asleep
until their father doesn't sleep.

What can I do with
their sleeping father? Tell me.

Ratna, my mom's emotional.

This is Lucknow.

The taste buds change faster
than the weather.

And she is trying
to get a 33-year-old woman married.

That is her problem.

Why are you being
such a drama queen?

Mom, I have to pee.

And if you're so sure
nothing will happen,

then do it for the sake
of your mom's happiness.

-Okay?
-Mom, I have to pee.

Coming!

Have some sweetmeats.

She is Tayyab's second wife.

The first wife is visiting her family.

-Second wife?
-Tea.

Let me explain.

According to a hadith,

Islam doesn't stop women from working.

But it's important for them

to stay in their hijabs.

Tayyab is pretty free-minded.

He wanted to get married only once.

But neither the first wife

nor her could give us an heir.

I am a poet.

And she was my poem.

After she passed away,
this place became incomplete.

Now you will make it complete.

The workplace of men
and women should be separate.

And anyway, a woman's first
responsibility is her family.

Hope that answers
your question, sister.

Salma is a bit old.

But we still hope to get our heir.

You have high hopes
from your daughters-in-law.

Did you ever get your son's
batteries tested?

Maybe it's got no juice.

What do you mean?

Dad, look what I found.

He's a poet's son after all.

He knows how to ease the pain.

So you need to get checkups.

And the second one
is for your brain.

Let's go, Mom.

Hello.

Hello.

Yes.

Give me… satisfaction.

Not possible now.

Why don't you meet me tonight?

Tell me where?

I see your number
on my car every day.

Only I know how I control myself.

I can't do it anymore.

You can't control yourself?

I knew you were looking for
an opportunity.

-But be patient.
-No, right now.

Let's meet tonight.

How can I wait till tonight?

Come now.

I will satisfy you.

Satisfy me?

-Satisfy me?
-No, sister.

-Satisfy me?
-Forgive me, sister.

Give me that bat!

No, sister. Please…

-Who are you calling sister?
-No.

-Sister, no!
-Take that.

-No.
-I work day and night to run my household,

but you can't bear to see that.

Run away!

Look.

Look at his style.

Just like Nick Jonas.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Don't you feel ashamed?

Why?

Why would I feel ashamed?

Am I naked?

Ogling at girls at this old age!

Who?

You. Who else?

Have you lost your mind?

No manners at all.

And who are you calling old?

You are no charmer either.

I must be a decade
younger than you.

Listen, don't try to be smart.

Or else, I will dial 100
and send you to jail.

What else are you doing here
if not ogling at girls?

You're crossing the limit now.

I respect you
because you're a woman,

but you insult me.

Am I a thug?

Go ahead. Dial 100.

Call the police.

I will sue you for defamation.

A person without respect cannot
be defamed.

Son. Sikandar…

What is wrong?

Do you know him?

-Know him?
-She's my mom.

Mom. And she's my sister.

Playing the women's empowerment
card, weren't you?

Now try it with
the women of my family.

I was waiting for them.

Go ahead and call the police.

Send me to jail.

What happened, brother?

Your brother is a thug.

Couldn't you find a better landmark

other than this women's college?

Man, this scorching heat,

and then this woman here
calls me a pervert!

-Sorry, brother.
-"Sorry, brother."

Call me little brother.

-Alright--
-You guys go ahead, I will follow.

Come.

-Why did you call me here?
-Come on.

I would've come directly to the place.

Where are we going?

Just follow us.

There you go again!

Disgusting!
What are you all looking at?

-Mind your business.
-Let's go.

"Just follow us."

-Where are we going?
-Just follow us.

I would have
come directly to the place.

"Follow us. Follow us."

Sikandar, would you prefer tea?

This place is famous for
its hazelnut frappuccinos.

Would you like to try it?

No, tea is fine.

Fine.

You have it.

Have it. Or the tea will get cold.

-Beloved
-O beloved, come to me

My crazy heart keeps saying
Give me a glimpse

So you want to get married?

No, I just came here
for a cup of tea.

Come, let's talk.

-Me?
-Yes.

Go on.

Go on, son.

-Go.
-Yes.

Look…

My mom tricked me
into coming here.

Well, actually even my mom…

I was at my shop.

From there, I went
to the women's college--

What are you saying?

Sorry.

I will tell you everything
from the beginning.

Actually, my mom's a bit agitated.

Ever since I was little,
she's been convinced…

I'm Bachchan.

I started out as a laborer.

Like in the movie Deewar.

That's what she thinks, not me.

My dad passed away
when I was a kid,

and I quit my studies
and started working.

Momina is my sister.

She was just a kid.

So, I was burdened with
all the responsibilities.

With the grace of Allah,
I got her married into a nice family.

And the shop…

I run a clothing store.

After it was a success,
everything settled.

Amid all this,

I didn't realize
I'd grown too old for…

I mean… I got a bit older.

But my mom still thinks
I'm Bachchan.

When I saw you,

I couldn't take my eyes off you.

I mean, I knew you were
out of my league.

You are a government engineer.

And also amazingly beautiful…

Awesome… You are very beautiful.

Had I seen your picture,

I wouldn't have come here.

But now that I am here,

everyone has respect.

You can reject me.

I know you will.

But I have a request.

Don't insult me, please.

Please.

Please.

I'll be waiting inside.

Before getting a sherwani tailored,

a person should know
their measurements and budget.

So for me,
the Salma chapter was closed.

This item is nice.
It's from Mumbai.

Ranveer wore this.

In Padmaavat?

No, sir. At his wedding.

Try it on.

Killer. You're looking amazing!
Grab it now or someone else will.

Then don't come crying to us!

Brother, she is calling you.

Yes.

-Chotu, I'll be right back.
-Sure.

-Yes?
-Sikandar…

I'll handle this. Go inside.

-Greetings.
-Greetings.

Sorry, did I disturb you at work?

No, it's alright.

If you are free,
can we meet over lunch?

Yes.

Afternoon.

Yes.

-See you.
-Okay.

You should try
the hazelnut crappucino.

Very tasty.

Well… I'll have
a hazelnut crappucino.

-Same for her.
-Sir…

Get us two frappuccinos.

Okay, ma'am. Sure.

Same to you.

Why do you think…

you need to impress me?

Like I said earlier,

you are out of my league.

Well, I've never met a girl
as beautiful as you.

I've never seen one.
I am not lying.

Look, you are no less
handsome than I am.

You are like me.

Okay. Okay.

You told me
your life story yesterday,

so you are
no different from me.

Okay. Okay.

What okay?

Did I say something wrong?

I told my brother-in-law
that you are highly educated.

How will I strike up a conversation?

He said, "If you are confused,

just keep saying okay."

So, I…

-Listen.
-Yes.

-I have a younger brother.
-Yes.

He's still in school.

-I will pay for his education.
-Yes.

The mansion has been mortgaged.

I have to get it back.

I love my job,
and I am very good at it.

So, I won't stop working.

Okay.

I mean, absolutely.

-Do you agree?
-What?

What?

Yes, yes… I agree.

Did something cross your mind?

And yes, no need to wear…

these flashy clothes to impress me.

I like you the way you are.
See you.

Okay, fine. But…

It's here. Hazelnut crappucino…

-Listen.
-Congratulations, sir.

Was that a yes?

The heart soars carefree
And desires your sky

Wandering like a firefly
Like a nomad

Always looking anxious

Swaying to your melody

Like a gypsy I wander

Like an ascetic on a high

Show me a glimpse of your face

O beloved, come to me

O beloved, come to me

My crazy heart keeps saying

Give me a glimpse

O beloved, come to me

O beloved, come to me

My crazy heart keeps saying

Give me a glimpse

We are like chalk and cheese

Who brought us together?

Like a reward for my good deeds

I feel detached from everyone since
I met you

Like God is on my side

Behind my dreams

I chase with my eyes closed

It's your effect on me, sweetheart

O beloved, come to me

O beloved, come to me

My crazy heart keeps saying

Give me a glimpse

-Greetings.
-Please come.

Believe me,
we cannot wait any longer.

-So, we arranged for this engagement.
-Great.

So, can we fix the wedding date
immediately after Muharram?

Of course.

-Come, sister.
-Come on.

Congratulations

Congratulations

Congratulations on this day

Congratulations to everyone
For this day

It's a joyous occasion

Congratulations to everyone
For this day

Well, at least you will
still be called uncle.

You think this is funny?

Focus on the dessert.

Congratulations on this day

Congratulations to everyone
For this day

It's a moment of happiness

Congratulations to everyone
For this day

O beloved, come to me

O beloved, come to me

My crazy heart keeps saying

Give me a glimpse

O beloved, come to me

My crazy heart keeps saying

Give me a glimpse

O beloved, come to me

O beloved, come to me

My crazy heart keeps saying

Give me a glimpse

-London?
-London?

London for two months?

-It's a good thing.
-Shut your mouth.

If you go to London,
what about the wedding?

Mom, this training can make
Lucknow a better place.

Our family has a long history
of doing good for Lucknow.

It wouldn't make
a difference if you didn't.

How much better
will Lucknow really be?

Lucknow is on the path
to becoming a smart city.

What do we care?

Serves you right for encouraging her.

Such an embarrassment.

Try to understand.

That date has already been fixed.

How can you go there for two months
on your own?

Right.

My late grandpa went to London.

On the Queen's invitation.

It took him nine days.

Did your late grandfather
have a passport?

I thought my sister was
the first one to get it.

Idiot, how dare you answer back!

Dad.

The Queen personally invited him.

Who would dare
to ask him for a passport?

Bring my slippers.

For all I care,

the entire family
can move to London.

Insolent.

Who is going to London?

-I brought some apples.
-Yes.

-Come, son.
-Apples…

Two months?

Sixty days. Eight weeks.

-Brother.
-Yes?

Control your emotions.

Wait just a minute.
You are too much.

Okay, fine.

So, it's a trading program for LCA.

Not trading.

Training.

The same.

As I was saying,

it's a training program.

Okay, then.

If you don't go,
then who else would?

Brother. Your mom.

-Think about your mom.
-What mom?

And no need to worry about my mom.

Right, Dad?

Why worry about Mom?

If we can wait for 40 years,

two more months will not matter.

Right?

Salma, it's final.

You will go to London.

I will drop you off at the airport
with the entire orchestra.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Take care.

I am feeling proud of you,

and also a little jealous.
Understood?

And since you are taking a flight,

don't come back until
you've touched the sky.

And dress nicely every day, okay?

-I will.
-Now go.

-Don't cry.
-I am not crying. Now go.

Sister, you have to visit Lord's.
It's called the Mecca of cricket.

Okay, fine. I will.

Why are you crying now?

Should I get a bottle for you?

The local brand?

No.

Smile, Mom. Show some teeth.

These puffed cheeks
don't look good on you.

Your daughter-in-law is off to London.

This love you're
so smitten with at 40,

mark my words,

you will have to pay dearly for it.

Dance.

What is this way of dancing?

-Goodbye. Goodbye.
-We're leaving. Take care.

Salma, happy London to you!

Welcome to London Heathrow.

We welcome all our passengers.

Your baggage will be arriving
on belt number eight.

I repeat,

welcome all passengers
to London Heathrow.

Your baggage will be arriving
on belt number eight.

We thank you for your cooperation.

I'm having such
a splitting headache.

Could it be jet lag, ma'am?

What sort of illness is this?

It's not an illness.

Your body is in London,

but your mind is still in Lucknow.

So, your body is confused

about whether
to follow Lucknow's timetable

or London's.

I already sent my mind to London
one week ahead.

Then what is this confusion?

Why don't you check
if anyone is here to pick us up?

Yes.

-Run.
-Yes, yes.

What is he going to check?

One has to speak English here.

He got a free ride to London.
Wait.

Wait. I am coming.

I can't see the damn car anywhere.

-There it is.
-Yes.

That's our ride.

But where is the damn driver?

I'm glad you're here with us, Rajiv.

Who else would have read
"LCA Team, Lucknow" in English?

Right, Nitish?

Is that him?

I think he's the one.

-It's him.
-Yes.

-Sorry.
-It's okay.

-Move!
-He's having tea.

Warm welcome, everyone.

Bonjour from London.

-Hello.
-No bonjour with us,

only Irshad.

Rajiv, he's only trying
to be hospitable.

-Meet Singh Sahni.
-Hello.

Since you all are from Lucknow,

I thought I should flaunt my Urdu.

Presentation. Display.

Be quiet. I know.

Mr. Driver, we're all tired.

So, if you could do us a favor
and load our luggage,

you can "flaunt" your Urdu later.

-Absolutely.
-Thank you, big brother.

Let's go.

What a show-off!

Mr. Driver.

Mr. Driver.

How long have you
been in London?

My grandfather hails from here.

I am a third-generation British.

Amazing.

You guys have a monopoly
when it comes to driving and cars.

Be it Ludhiana or London,

these guys are at the top.

By "these guys,"
do you mean Punjabis?

I mean, you guys are leaders
in this profession.

By the way, how much
do you make every month?

Rajiv!

I was only asking
since you live in a foreign country

and are also an Indian.

Just worried for you.
I hope you're doing alright.

Everything's fine by your grace.

And it's a foreign country for you, sir.

I am British.

What British!

He's an Indian at heart
and always will be.

Meet, it's okay.
We will manage.

Not at all, ma'am.

Otherwise, the etiquette of Lucknow

will be disappointed by
London's chivalry.

Mr. Driver,
do give us your number.

What if we need soaps or shampoos?

Ma'am, I've been assigned
a different job tomorrow.

The office will arrange someone for you.

Okay, fine.

HELLO, SALMA JI.
HOW WAS YOUR FIRST DAY?

IT WAS OKAY.
THANK YOU, SIKANDAR.

I'M MISSING YOU A LOT.

-Hello.
-Come to my room immediately.

Mrs. Shrivastav?

Look! What a stupid hotel!

The commode's over here,

and the tap's all the way there.

How will I manage?

I've been controlling for so long.

-You know this affects the kidneys.
-You…

Don't worry.

I won't let it affect your kidneys.

-Mrs. Shrivastav.
-Yes?

Here.

What's this?

It's for…

Never imagined
I'd use mineral water for this.

Madam, one for the morning.

What is this for?

It will come in handy.

Okay.

-All the best.
-Thank you.

…and we invite you
to share this knowledge with us.

So, that is essentially
what you will experience.

Or at least what we hope
you will experience at ECL.

My name is Kate Smith,
and for the next few days,

I will be your supervisor.

My boss, who's the chief architect,

and consultant,
will head the team.

And I understand that you've
already made friends with

Meet Singh Sahni.

Hello again, everyone.

It's the driver.

Nice to see you again.

Guys, in the next two months,

you will observe
these projects with me.

Study the feasibility
of replicating them in Lucknow.

During this time, you are free
to discuss anything with me.

With the same level of ease
when you speak to a driver.

Kate will give you a tour

of the London Expansion
Corporation office today.

We begin at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Thanks, Kate.

Shut up.

Meet.

Hold on. I want to…

One second.

I want to tell you something.

These people…

Actually, we all want to apologize…

What for?

For calling me a driver?

That's not needed.

It's a cool job.

But if you're apologizing for

making the driver carry your luggage,

or for asking about his salary,

or for generalizing Punjabis,

then I deserve an apology.

Actually, none of them ever had

an international exposure
before, so…

Did you?

No.

And you didn't do
any of the above.

But you're the one apologizing.

It's not about international
exposure, Salma.

It's about how individuals think.

I can-- I can vouch for them.

They are basically good people.

Is this a habit of yours?

What?

Looking out for everyone.

See you guys tomorrow.

There's an excitement in the air

And everyone is lost
In this excitement

Those who don't seem excited

Are lost in their own world

Everyone's so elated

That no one has a clue

Forsake all worries and be carefree

Carefree

She won't listen to anyone

Carefree

To the whole world, she is

Carefree

She won't listen to anyone

Carefree

What are you thinking about?
Just forget it

Break free from the chains of confusion

These days, the country
you are in defines you.

Whether Lucknow gets
a facelift or not,

Salma is definitely getting one.

-True.
-Mrs. Shrivastav.

-Shall we?
-Yes.

No zest or zeal
to learn something new.

Always the orthodox type.

Orthodox?

…she's shining on her own

This is the life you deserve

Whatever you desire is right

This is your path, your journey

Forsake all worries and be carefree

Carefree

-To the whole world, she is
-Carefree

Carefree

-To the whole world, she is
-Carefree

Carefree

In India, these black grapes
are very nice.

Then we should also
take black grapes.

I keep learning a lot from Salma.

-Here.
-The food is delicious.

I've never seen
you talking much, Nitesh.

-Hello. Hello.
-Hello.

Still learning, sir.

Don't call me sir.

I really like your company.

If a blind man hits the jackpot,

it's obviously a nice feeling.

Sorry?

He's the first lad from his family

to see Lucknow.

And now Prince Charles
got a free ticket to London.

And you think
he doesn't deserve it because…

He's a very hard-working boy.

Hard-working very…

Ma'am, this is for you.

But I didn't order it.

It's from the gentleman
sitting over there.

What?

Over here,
if a guy wants to talk to a girl,

he offers her a drink.

Looks like
he's interested in you.

-I don't want it. Thank you.
-Okay.

This is a nice way.

If you want to get
acquainted with a girl,

then offer her a drink.

Then what is the right way?

Chasing after girls?

Or teasing her publicly?

Or troubling her
after finding her phone number?

By the way,
it was an amazing champagne.

You shouldn't have sent it back.

Firstly, I don't drink.

And secondly, I am engaged.

Salma, he only wants to talk,
not marry you.

Look how upset he is. See.

Should I ask them to get it back?

Sure.

Why get me involved in this, Salma?

You could have come by yourself
to hear his DJ.

Why me?

I've never worn a midi after school.

-Madam, it's…
-By herself?

Why would she come alone?

We are not here to listen to the DJ.

He is the DJ here, madam.

Now, let's go.

And for your satisfaction,
you should know that

what you are wearing
is not called a midi.

-Irshad.
-Leave it.

It doesn't seem right.

He's doing so much for us.

And I haven't been to a club either.

We'll just show up and then leave.

Okay.

Salma Rizvi plus four?

-Yeah, yeah. Plus four.
-Yes. Four, four.

-Let's go. Let's go.
-Careful.

-No drugs, right?
-No, no, only tobacco.

Hey ya. You must be Salma.

-Hi. Hello.
-I am Zoya.

I am Meet's… It's complicated.

Drinks, everyone?

I don't drink.

The rest of you do?

Guys, it's on the house.

-Let's drink here instead of the house.
-No.

-No, it's--
-She means it's free.

-Free?
-Free.

Then I'll have it too.

Yeah, that's more like it.

Salma, juice for you
and Mrs. Shrivastav?

-Sure.
-No. I never said I don't drink.

Way to go, Mrs. Shrivastav.

You can call me Nirmala.

Okay, very nice, Nirmala.

Was he always this talented?

Who's known him for that long?

I met him only three years ago.

He was playing at a music festival,

and I was taking pictures.

I can tell you
that his biggest talent

isn't his architectural skills
or DJing.

Salma, I've been given an assignment
by a magazine.

Let me shoot you.

Can you do a little modeling?

Please, no.

Don't joke with me.

I've never done anything like this
in my life.

Life?

Wow! Is your life over?

I don't know
what I'll do tomorrow.

Have we reached?

Are we there yet?

Alcohol reveals a person's true colors.

Okay, Meet.

-Thank you very much.
-Yes, ma'am.

-Thank you, Meet, made my day.
-Yes.

Good night, sir.

Thank you for a great night.

How did you have a great night?

You don't drink or dance.

How about some coffee?

I don't mind.

That's amazing.

You must do it.

I see.

I don't know
anything about modeling.

Then do it for the learning experience.

That's not how it's done.

Where I come from,
we cannot live so freely and carelessly.

Why?

1947?

Haven't you heard about
15th August?

I have.

But not everyone
is as courageous as Gandhi ji.

Or is it because
you are getting married?

You are concerned about your
future husband and society.

We'll talk about your freedom
after you're married to Zoya.

Come on. Marriage?

If Zoya finds out,
she will commit suicide.

We're in an open relationship.

Open relationship, as in,

you two live together
without getting married.

No, that's live-in.

-I see.
-An open relationship is…

One is not answerable to the other.

When you're together,
it's just each other.

And when we're apart,
we do as we wish.

No ownership.

And by the way,
Zoya even has a girlfriend.

Girlfriend? Meaning?

She likes another girl,
not a ghost.

-Come on.
-Yes.

Actually, my grandpa
and grandma came here from India.

And Dad was born here.

And mom?

She was an Indian.

-Arranged marriage?
-No.

They were together in medical school.

They fell in love, got married.

And along came me.

When I was only eight,

they realized…

they were not made for each other.

So they got divorced.

And then Grandpa
became my custodian.

Why? I mean…

Because Dad thought
he couldn't raise me alone.

And Mom wanted
to start her career.

So they abandoned you…

I am sorry.

Why sorry?

Wasn't Mom
a human being like Dad?

Was I only her baby?

I don't blame her at all.

Yeah.

Anyway, I don't understand

why people get married.

Seriously.

So, does that mean
everyone getting married is crazy?

You're getting married.

You tell me.

Don't count me.

What we have is a feast.

In Lucknow, the entire neighborhood
comes to witness the wedding processions.

The musical band in the lead,

followed by the guests
swaying to the beat,

and behind them is the groom
on the horse.

As a kid, all the girls would

run upstairs to the terrace
to watch the groom.

Wow! Such a big smile.

Such excitement!

You should have done it earlier.

Why wait so long?

Mom, didn't we have
a relative in Bhopal?

-Bhopal?
-Yes.

No.

We did.

Remember, she was
at Dad's funeral.

Are you talking about that old woman

who repeated everything twice?

Yes, that's her.

-Repeated everything twice.
-She must be dead now, son.

Just because he's found
a beautiful bride,

-he wants to invite even the dead.
-Mom.

-How would I know she passed away?
-Sit properly.

We also have someone in Assam.

I will…

-Subhan?
-Greetings.

Come up. Come on.

Come, Subhan.

What would you like to have?

Tea, coffee, cold drink?
Coffee?

No. I just came to give
my sister's measurements.

Yeah, you did the right thing.

Sit. Sit.

How about some coffee?

Momina, quickly make
some coffee for Subhan.

God's powerful, but the wife's brother?
Untouchable royalty.

So, how is school?

Good. All good.

I'll be seeing you then.

I'm running late for cricket coaching.

Wait. First, have some coffee.

Momina, hurry up with the coffee.

Yes, coming.

So, who do you want to be?

Virat or Rohit?

I know you will be a batsman.

I don't know about that.

Because my bat is broken.

What?

Go-karting works
as a recreational activity

and as an attraction for tourists.

And believe me,
it generates the dough.

We have one in Lucknow.

But it's not so well-maintained.

Is this the same material
as a normal pitch road?

Concrete and tar.

But if it's inside,

you can just use a thick ply.

Do accidents happen too?

Yes, especially
if someone's driving recklessly.

-Hey, Arnold.
-Hey, how are you doing, mate?

How are you doing, mate?

-I see your friends are over from India?
-They are.

-They're part of the ECL training program.
-Hello.

So… how about a little fun
along with all the training?

Let's have an England Vs India
go-karting race, shall we?

I am game.

You're a British, mug.
Ask them.

Come on.

I can't even ride a bicycle.

I can cheer.

Guys, it's very easy.

-It's like driving a car.
-Yeah.

I can't drive a car either.
Rajiv can.

Are you out of your mind?

They look like bloody bulls.
What if they bash me?

Who will pay my hospital bills?

Salma?

No. I cannot do it.

Yeah, right.

Like you can't model,

you can't drive a go-kart.

Nobody?

Guess it's our fault then, ain't it?

We don't have any bullock carts
on the track.

Let's get a new set of tires.

-It's all good, mate.
-Yes, got it.

Nice one.

You embarrassed us all, Rajiv.

Like you made us all proud.

I don't want to give my life for honor.
Do it yourself.

Excuse me!

What are the rules?

-Come on. Come on.
-Salma.

See that?

-Good God! They are ramming her.
-Look at that!

Come on! Come on, Salma.

No problem, you can do it.

Come on.
Come on, Salma.

-Come on, Salma. Yes. Come on!
-Sister Salma!

Bravo, Salma!

Come on, Salma.

Salma! Salma! Salma!

Salma! Salma! Salma!

Salma! Salma! Salma!

Salma! Salma! Salma!

-You did it.
-Salma!

Great going, sister.

Come on, Salma.
You've earned it.

Down it in one.

-No, I don't drink.
-Come on, try it.

We'd love to drink with Salma

Because Salma is our mate

And when we drink with Salma

-She gets it down at eight…
-Drink it.

Seven, six, five, four,
three, two, one…

Long live brotherhood!

Drives me crazy

Drives me crazy

Drives me crazy

Beautiful and charming
Figure like a chimney

She makes me swoon

-The girl
-Drives me crazy

The beauty spot on her chin

Steals my heart
Let's meet someplace alone

-The girl
-Drives me crazy

The blue-eyed girl is after my heart

Love the dress she's wearing
Looks like a baby doll

Her pink cheeks get me high
She is going to spoil me

-The girl
-Drives me crazy

Beautiful and charming
Figure like a chimney

She makes me swoon

-The girl
-Drives me crazy

All the boys are swaying
On the dance floor

Moves like an actress

Just like Deepika's move

Her sights pierce through my heart

She's like a diamond

-The girl
-Drives me crazy

Beautiful and charming
Figure like a chimney

She makes me swoon

-The girl
-Drives me crazy

The beauty spot on her chin

Steals my heart
Let's meet someplace alone

-The girl
-Drives me crazy

Drives me crazy

Drives me crazy

Hello. Greetings.

Were you sleeping?

-Yes.
-Sorry, sorry.

I saw your London pictures.

What a magnificent city!

You must take me there
after the wedding.

Did you see the card samples?

I haven't seen them yet.

I was working late
at the site yesterday.

It's okay. Take your time.

Take your time and let me know.

So… should I hang up?

Yes, goodbye.

Who was that?

It was… Sikandar.

Did you bring me here?

Judging by your condition yesterday,

it wasn't safe for the room
to leave you alone.

You were talking to the walls.

That's why alcohol is forbidden.

It's a disgusting thing.

-You know, Salma?
-Never again.

When I was in the tenth grade,

there was a boy.

Gaurav Shukla.

He would park
his bike outside my school

and start smoking.

He'd make those rings of smoke.

I so wanted to do that.

But I was scared.

Then one day, I mustered some courage
and asked him.

"How about a smoke?"

He smiled and said, "Fine."

"Meet me under the bridge
after the final bell."

Good God!

My heart was beating so fast
on my way there.

Fear, goosebumps,

but the excitement of making those…

damn smoke rings!

I couldn't stop myself.

He lit a cigarette for me in style.

And I took a deep puff.

And I couldn't stop coughing after that.

And eyes and nose flared up.

I never smoked again after that.

But the joy of the first puff.

The excitement!

It's still fresh in my memories.

Do you know, Salma, we girls

are taught from childhood

that having any kind
of desire is a sin.

It's not.

It's not wrong
to have any kind of experience.

People don't let us do it publicly.

Then go under the bridge.

Do it in solitude.

-Do you understand?
-I do.

I do understand, Mrs. Shrivastav.

Under the bridge?

Make all the rings you want.

Open up like that.

Stay right there.

Hot.

There she is.

That's the one.

-Can I take a look?
-Of course.

-It looks amazing.
-Salma, I knew it from day one.

I'm glad you said yes.

You convinced me.

But are they any good to you,
or did you click them for my sake?

If I use my studio to do favors,

then you can kiss the business goodbye.

Honestly.
Looking at these shots,

they don't seem like your first time.

-Yeah?
-You look so confident.

Should we shoot some more?

I am trying.

I have decided not to judge

before I try it.

Meet says the same.

What… what happened?

Nothing.

Let's play that idiot's music.

Of course. Play it.

So, let's hear from one of those
who have encountered us

and worked closely with us.

From the Indian delegation,

I give you Salma Rizvi.

-Well done! Congrats, Salma.
-Go.

-Go.
-Please go.

-Go on.
-I'll take that.

-I can't go.
-Come on.

-Go on. Go on.
-Hurry.

-All the best.
-Go.

Good day, everyone.

I am Salma Rizvi from India.

Actually, I've never addressed
a crowd or a gathering.

But in life,
there are so many firsts,

and so many firsts that this trip

has brought for me.

I personally believe that ECL
has brought about

a lot of good in us.

For cities like ours, which are

just one push away from change.

-She is speaking so well.
-Change for the better.

So thank you, London, and…

thank you, Meet, for…

for believing in us even when

sometimes we did not believe
in ourselves.

Well said!

Well done.

Thank you.

-How are you doing?
-Hello.

-Have a good day.
-You too.

You know, Irshad,

beauty can also be admired,

as the entire world does.

We've been such lowlifes all our lives.

You have a point, Rajiv.

It's our society
that makes us shortsighted.

And nothing can be admired
with shortsightedness.

Only ogled at.

To each their own.

You even changed their viewpoint.

Even? Who else are you talking about?

Mine.

I praised you so much
in front of so many people.

You still don't believe me?

You lied for my sake.

I don't lie to anyone.

It has changed, and that's final.

If I had changed it,

then you would be in the water…

that's drawing your attention,

and not taking a stroll with me.

You don't lie to others,

but you lie to yourself.

Hear me

Hear me

There are some secrets

Like never before

Never felt the way
I do today

Whispering to me

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Hey, good looking.

My childhood secrets

The anxious gasps of breath

Leave my eyes

And look at me

Take a full picture, please.

Superb.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Do you have a phone charger?

Yes, but my key isn't working.

Give me a second.

Yeah.

I have to show you your dress.
Pick up.

She isn't picking up.

She must be busy.

She is there for work, not vacation.

What do we do with this now?

-The work done on this is very intricate.
-It's nice. This is for my sister-in-law.

If the bride could see it once…

Oh.

Why is everyone looking so anxious?

It is okay.

Nature of business, friends.

As in business and love,

making or breaking things

is not totally under your control.

Anyone can do it.

And sometimes it's in control
of a person

who features in the story
for only one scene.

Look at these photos.

-How are they looking?
-This one.

I'm looking too fat in this one.

-Which one? This one?
-Yes.

Baby, doesn't matter which angle
you look at the cylinder from,

it always looks like a cylinder.

I see. And you are Ranbir Kapoor,
aren't you?

-This one?
-Yes.

Should I upload this one?

Yes, this one.

What? The fort's been conquered.

If you talk rubbish,
I will hang up.

Hold on, Salma.

Good God.

Are you falling in love?

Salma Rizvi, remember
you're in London.

Don't let your emotions soar.

Doesn't she have a girlfriend?

This is normal for them.

Normal?

Should I forget about it?

And… Sikandar?

Do you want to feel guilty?

Are you a child?

I wasn't a virgin
when I met my husband.

Listen, sister.
Nothing wrong with having fun.

But if you can't get over
the guilt,

then don't do it again.

But don't mix up life and fun.

Did you meet him again?

If you meet him again,
he'll act really cool.

You should also act cool. Understand?

He made the first move.

Let's see whether it was
a life-changing experience for him.

Okay, I'll hang up now.

I brought guavas for you.

Something on your mind, son?

Well… maybe my phone's been

acting up for the last couple of days.

-I see.
-I mean…

I haven't been getting any calls…

Why didn't you say this earlier?

Subhan, take your
brother-in-law's phone

to the nearest repair shop--

Dad, he is missing my sister.

-Try to understand.
-Quiet, you fool.

No, son.

Even we didn't receive
any calls for the last couple of days.

-Maybe she is busy.
-Yes.

If she calls,
we'll tell her to speak to you.

-Right.
-Okay.

-Okay.
-Of course. We'll tell her.

-Okay.
-Another thing, son.

If you have any doubts,

you can ask over the phone.

Otherwise, you'll have to
spend a fortune on fruits.

True that.

Am I dreaming?

Last ball.

Zaheer Khan hits.

Run.

Overthrow.

Again run.

Run-run-run! India wins!

Dada takes off his t-shirt.

Swirls it in the air.

Shake. Shake. Shake.

-Remember?
-Yes. NatWest.

Yes.

You are intelligent.

-No.
-Shut up.

This is from me for Subhan.

Subhan, right?

Yes, Subhan.

There was no need for this.

What need?

It's a gift from me.

And it also has
your Dada's autograph.

My Dada?

Of course.
I am not related to him.

But don't say it's from you.

Say that Meet sent it.

Meet who?

A friend.

Won't you talk about me?

Thank you for including
Lord's in the trip.

No sweat.

I had to show you a public arena.

There's another place,

which is actually not included
in the trip.

Would you like to go?

Where?

Leave it.

Okay, let's go.

Whose house is this?

Darling, what a surprise!

How are you?

My friend Salma Rizvi.

-From India.
-Hello.

-Felicia.
-Hi.

My grandpa, Taranjeet.

-Hi. TJ.
-Hi. Hello.

Do you know how to make fritters?

What?

Fritters, dear.

Haven't you heard about it?

I do, but… I like eating them more.

Very good.

Because no one can make
them better than me.

-Sit, dear.
-Come on.

Give me a hand.

Sure.

Grandpa, why not just order?

Idiot, rains and fritters
go hand-in-hand.

It's London.

When is it not raining?

Lower your knife.
Chop the onions.

-Moron.
-I am blind.

Born in Mexico City,

but now I don't know where I belong.

It seems you've traveled a lot.

That's one way of putting it.

Actually, I live to travel.

I tried to make friends
with responsibilities.

But I failed.

These are so lovely.

I am beautiful, am I not?

Very beautiful.

Tell me something.

Is she your girlfriend?

She's just a friend.

You never introduced me
to any of your friends before?

I wish…

I wish I could live like this.

It's admirable. Really?

Come on.

Anybody can do it.

Just take the first step.

The rest will fall into place.

Hey, that's Imambada.

Yes, in 1999.

So, I was probably
studying in school,

just a few blocks
from here, that day.

And look, we were destined to meet here.

We only meet those

from whom we gain knowledge.

And only when
we are ready for it.

Something I've always believed.

World's best fritters are here.

Yeah.

What the…

It stopped raining.

I kept telling you.

Shut up, idiot.

Take it.

Allow me.

So, Felicia, where to next?

-No?
-Northern Lights, Norway.

Are you also going, TJ?

A couple of drinks later,

I can see all the lights right here.

Who wants to wade in the ice
in Norway?

And that's why
I never ask him.

Don't lie, Felicia.

You didn't ask because
if I had agreed,

you wouldn't get to flirt around
with Norwegian old men.

You underestimate me, Taranjeet.

The fritters are delicious.

Thanks!

You have a good trip.

You too.

And make sure
it's not your last trip.

You are just getting
started, sweetheart.

Thank you.

Bye.

I would like to ask our friends,

the entire LCA staff,

to come up when their names
are being called

to collect their certificates
of course completion.

Mr. Nitesh.

Sir, well done.

-Thank you, sir.
-You deserve it.

Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

You look beautiful.

And so well deserved.

-I'll put that there for you.
-Thank you so much.

-Thank you very much.
-Thank you.

-Thank you so much. Thank you.
-Thank you.

Alright, guys.
A little more to the left.

A little more.

Just a second.

-One more. One more.
-Hello.

-Say cheese.
-Cheese!

-You look lovely.
-Oh, really.

-Listen.
-Yes.

Have you seen Meet?

No, he isn't here.

-Okay. Fine, I'll check.
-I haven't seen him.

Come. Let's go.

-Click it properly.
-Listen, has anyone seen Meet?

Not now.
I saw him downstairs earlier.

-Where? Downstairs?
-Yes. Go.

Yeah!

Oh, hello, you!

Baby, I missed you so much.

-Meet--
-I missed you too, baby.

How was it?

-It was amazing.
-Yeah.

-You look amazing, by the way.
-Thank you.

You must be tired.

Hell no! I am ready to party.

Good God!

Guddu, use that engineering
brain of yours.

This one's not opening.

-Nothing will open now.
-Why?

The government has
banned those sites.

Good God!
Damn this government.

If your life's full of sorrows,
then get some joy.

What are you doing?

Now adjust with this,

and in case you get in the mood…

Good God!

Anyway…

Since I paid for an entire hour,

I have to get something
out of this.

I'll be late.
I won't be able to come right now.

I have a customer in the cafe.

Firoz, do this. Wait for me a bit.

You can't even wait
for a friend, can you?

Wait, I'll come over.

Yes. Should I hang up now?

Alright.

Good God!

What happened?

Auntie, I have no interest

in getting involved in others' business.

Allah's my witness.

-But you are a respected family.
-Right.

Otherwise, you would complain tomorrow,

-that Babban didn't warn us.
-Right.

Babban, you have done us a favor

-by showing us this.
-It is my duty.

Which animal's milk did you use
to make this tea, mister?

For those who don't owe me money,
I use cow's milk for them.

I see.

You have a sharp tongue.

Now use your hands
to make some samosas.

The tea tastes okay.

Get your taste buds checked.

This tea is horrible--

Take that!

I wish your mother
had done this earlier,

then you would have learned
to respect women.

I will tear you to pieces.

Enough.

We did you a favor,

-and this is how you repay us.
-Exactly!

You can't even
look after yourself,

and you're trying
to save my honor.

Where are you going, fatso? Wait.

-Wait!
-Mister!

If you ever utter
my fiance's name again,

I will sew both your holes.

Understood?

Run away. Run.

She is my honor!
Don't forget.

She is my pride.

If you utter her name again,

I will send you on
a one-way trip to hell.

Remember that.

Your honor was sealed in a phone.

But tomorrow
she will be the talk of the town.

-Wait and watch. Or my name isn't Babban.
-Rascal…

He's lost his mind.

Run away. Get lost.

"Talk of the town," my foot!

Run!

Give me some tea, Uncle.

THE BIKINI BABE OF LONDON

SALMA'S YOUTH

I've put up the posters.

But how long will you beat
a dead horse?

He won't stop
until he's married Salma.

Let him.

Let him do it.

Whether Salma remains single or not,

she will have no reputation.

SALMA AT WORK IN LONDON

KARTIK GUPTA
ISN'T SHE NAWAB'S DAUGHTER?

MUKESH
SHE RUINED HER FAMILY'S REPUTATION!

SIKANDARSUITINGSHIRTING
BUDDY, YOU HIT THE JACKPOT

WHO IS THIS POSTING A PHOTO
IN SUCH CLOTHES

SNEHA PANDEY
GUYS WHY ARE YOU OVERREACTING!

NAWAB'S DAUGHTER?

SHE SHOULD'VE DIED INSTEAD

GUYS, TELL ME HER ID

I NEVER THOUGHT SHE WOULD
TURN OUT LIKE THIS…

GUYS STEP OUT OF THIS
OLD FASHIONED MINDSET A LITTLE!

IS THERE A VIDEO OF THIS?

What is happening?

Focus on the work.

-Yes.
-Yes.

SALMA AT WORK IN LONDON

VIJAY
#WHO IS SHE?

ANJALI
HER SWIMSUIT PIC IS GOING VIRAL

MEHUL
WHAT KIND OF MODEL IS SHE?

BHAVESH
WHAT ELSE DO YOU WEAR AT THE BEACH?

ACHAL P
DON'T YOU HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO?

SANJAY
SERIOUSLY?

SANJAY
WHAT'S HER NAME?

Disgusting!

Nitesh, Kate was asking about you.

I've sent her a friend request on FB.

If she accepts it,
we can talk.

Good going.

Do come to India.

We'll miss you.

See you, brother.

Take care.

-See you, guys. Take care.
-Bye, dear.

Bye.

Come, madam. Let's go.

Yes.

-Salma, let's go.
-Coming.

Okay.

So, you're leaving?

Could you now please tell me
what the thank you was for?

Two months ago,
I could have never guessed

we'd become such good friends.

Did you feel the same way?

You didn't, right?

And now you're leaving.

You didn't give me
your number either.

How will I contact you?

You won't have to.

How do you know?

I know.

Bye, Meet.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

1927
RIZVI MANSION

Greetings.

-Aunt is back!
-Aunt is back!

Aunt is back.

-How are you, children?
-Good.

-What did you get for us?
-What did you get for us?

This one's for you,
and this one for you.

Yeah. Let's go.

-Go!
-Come on.

What's the matter?

The entire Rizvi family
has gathered here

to surprise me.

Nice. I won't have to go to
everyone's house to give them their gifts.

See what I got for you.

Dad, I got this stick for you.

I don't want anything from you!

Dad?

Did you go to London
for a workshop

or to humiliate us?

Did you forsake
all shame and honor?

Your shamelessness has found
many fans all over Lucknow.

Be quiet, Sabiha.

Why should we be quiet, Mom?

She's made it difficult for us
to step out of our homes.

People stare at us.

Not to mention
the taunts we have to face.

Sister, you got us married.

Now you get us divorced as well.

I was so proud of you.

-But now…
-When?

When, Dad?

When were you proud of me?

And who are you trying to demean

by showing this picture?

What does one wear on a beach?

Shameless!

Didn't you feel any shame?

This mansion is mortgaged,

but your father has always
held his head high in this city.

But you…

You have tarnished our reputation.

So? You didn't believe
this was her picture.

Do you believe it now?

And are you satisfied now

after tarnishing our reputation?

This is your fault!

Dad.

This is about me.
Talk to me.

I… am bringing shame

to all of you, isn't it?

Okay.

I won't stay here.

But the thing is…

I am not ashamed of this picture,

nor will I give any explanation.

And, yes, it's me in that picture.

Happy.

Smiling.

Carefree.

But…

you didn't notice it.

Because you couldn't see

anything beyond my clothes.

I am leaving, Mom.

What are you doing, Salma?

Wait, dear. You are about to get married.

-Wait, dear.
-Let her go.

No respectable person
will marry her now.

See you, Mom.

You're looking hot.

When will you ever be serious?

Serious?

Give it back.

Every man, be it young
or old, is crazy about you.

If everyone's sentiments are hurt,

then why make it viral?

Ever thought about it?

They're all a bunch of idiots.

Forget it.

What about Meet?

Nothing.

Nothing? What do you mean?

Ratna.

He has a way of living his life.

Coming from a small town,

I am no one to judge his methods.

You have become so deep.

You know,

it's a good thing
this photo became viral.

This will solve many of my problems.

Like?

Sikandar is here to see you.

Like him.

Make some tea.

How are you?

Well…

The photo scam,
in a way, is my fault.

What?

Those rascals Babban and Chottan

came to my house
with your picture…

to show it to my mom.

Mom, come play with me.

If I had dealt with them
more sensibly,

-it wouldn't have led to this.
-Later. Now go.

-What?
-Well…

I slapped him really hard
in a fit of rage.

This is how he took revenge.

Scoundrel.

Anyway,

maybe it was the right thing.

-Sikandar, I don't think--
-No, you are right.

Even I don't think we should
waste our time thinking over this.

-Not at all.
-What?

I mean, I had already finalized
the cards and the caterer.

I'll handle the remaining parts
as per your suggestion.

What?

I mean…

Mom was angry…

A lot.

But I convinced her

that I wanted to get married.

This is none of her business.

She isn't totally convinced yet.

But that's my responsibility.

I will handle it.
You don't have to worry.

Yes.

Look, Salma.
You're my future wife.

What?

You are my future wife, Salma.

Whether you wear
a burka or a bikini,

I am still proud of you.

And this is not a national issue

that needs
an inspection committee.

Chuck it.

I am proud, Salma.

Do you know her? See.

Princess Diana.

She came from a Nawab family.

She was the princess of England.

A princess.

Oh.

She would stroll on the beach
wearing a bikini with her entire family.

Your daughter needs your support.

She is still the same Salma.

And you are her father.

And I want Salma to be sent off

from her father's home.

That's all.

Where are you going?

To bring Salma back.

If she refuses to come back,
I will stay with her.

Wait, sister. I am coming too.

Wait. I am coming too.

Stop. No one has to go anywhere.

If it's acceptable
to her future husband,

then Salma can stay here
until her wedding.

Now that's like a true Nawab.

That's why
I got this sweet for you.

-Here you go.
-Give it to her.

The wise guy turned out
to be Shah Rukh Khan.

Convincing the family,
fending off the world.

One shouldn't lie
to an honest man.

So, you'll spend your life
with one-sided love for Meet?

That's not the case.

But I cannot live
a life of lies with Sikandar.

What lies, sister?

I've seen every marriage
turn into a lie after a few years.

Their father and I are not exactly
Romeo and Juliet either.

Mom, noodles.

Go.

Listen, you don't want
the bird in hand.

And the bird in the bush

is chirping alone.

So, you decide what to do.

Want some noodles?

No. You gave me a headache.

Don't eat.

-Coming.
-Make it really tasty, Mom.

You've become such a glutton.

I'm bored with regular food.

So, it's necessary to use renewable energy
and human resources.

Since London doesn't
get direct sunlight,

they have rooftop solar panels.

As you can see in the first slide,

all these slides…

Are you sure it's her?

-It's her. Want to bet?
-Really?

It's a picture from London.

And sunlight is scarce in London.

Let us take a picture.

-We'll know for sure.
-Yes.

Take it. Take it.

If we install a solar panel
on every building--

Salma, one minute.

Who do you think you are?

She is giving a presentation,

-and you two are busy chatting.
-Sir.

-Rajiv.
-One minute.

Hey, you!
Student of WhatsApp University!

Dixit, stay within your limits.

You stay within
your limits, understand?

I'll thrash you so hard
you'll need a medical leave.

-Rajiv.
-One moment, sir.

She alone made
LCA proud in London.

What do you think?

Were we there on a picnic?

Were we busy sightseeing?

The hard work
she put into making a proposal

is more than you can ever do
in your entire lifetime!

Trying to judge someone's character
by their clothes.

That's enough, Rajiv.

Anil, Dhiraj. You may leave now.

And I want
a written apology tomorrow.

Sorry, sir.

Sister.

I needed to talk to you.

Tell me.

Rastogi came to visit
when you were in the office.

He gave Dad two months.

He said if we didn't pay,
he'd sell the mansion.

How can he sell it?

We pay him interest every month.

Mom asked me not to tell you, but…

he said that once you get married,

there'd be no one left
to repay the debt.

Don't worry.
I will talk to him. Okay?

This is my fault, isn't it?

What?

Sister Shabana was telling me.

Dad had you three
in the desire to have me.

He's in debt because of me.

I don't know why he wanted a boy.

I am not as talented
or hard-working as you are.

Your sister Shabana is stupid.

I've decided, sister.

I will quit my studies.

I'll work night and day

in Dubai with Suraj's brother

and then repay Rastogi's debt.

My Subhan is a grown-up now.

And I didn't even realize it.

Your sister is still here for you.

You will continue your studies
and play cricket as well.

You promised

to point the bat towards me
after scoring a century, right?

If you want to break your promise,
then tell me now.

No, sister. Promise.

-Promise?
-Promise.

Trust is the foundation
of any business, Mr. Tyagi.

Sure.

Did you bring advance?

Yes, I did. Here.

Mr. Rastogi, I told you
to talk to me.

Didn't I tell you?

This is Salma.

Mr. Rizvi's eldest daughter.

She is like family.

-Family?
-I see.

Pardon me.

But you are a fraud.

Mr. Tyagi, I will see you
tomorrow over tea.

Let the advance…

Mr. Rastogi,
let me think about it.

You can collect the advance later.

Okay, see you then.

Goodbye.

Think before you speak, Salma.

Is the entire family determined
to make me bankrupt?

That credit goes to you.

Why did you go to my house?

Who told you that your money is
in danger?

I am not getting married. Understood?

Why are you taking away
a poor man's business?

You will have to get married.

Why do I have to?

Your marriage is the solution
to all problems.

He is such a nice boy.

That Sikandar.

After I paid a visit to your house,
he came here to meet me.

He wrote me a check
and repaid half of the principal.

He's also promised to pay
the remaining half after the wedding.

Your wedding means
no more mortgage.

Happy wedding to you.

Sorry, I am late.

Actually… Excuse me.

-Two frappuccinos.
-Okay, sir.

Did I say it right?

Actually, I was busy
with my photo shoot.

So, what's wrong?
Why call me here so suddenly?

Why are you doing all this?

What? The photo shoot?

Sikandar, I could go to London
because of your support.

You supported me at a time

when the whole of Lucknow
was against me.

And now…

you want to free the mansion
from the mortgage.

-Well…
-This is a favor.

And relationships
are not built on favors.

A marriage cannot be based on a lie.

Based on a lie?
What do you mean?

Sikandar.

By the time I learned to say
frappuccino for Salma,

destiny turned my entire life
into a crappucino.

Scoundrel.

Our wedding is the day after tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow.

In the entire city…

I…

And you…

-Try to understand, Sikandar.
-Understand what?

I told you at our first meeting, Salma.

You can turn me down,

but don't humiliate me.

Now you want me to go back…

to the same city
where I've been yelling my lungs out

and tell them that…

my wife is in love with someone else.

So, she cannot marry me now…

and get humiliated.

Fine.

The day after tomorrow,

I am going to wear the sherwani
that I got stitched.

I'll put on the flowery veil as well.

I'll then bring the wedding procession
in front of the entire city.

When the clergy asks you
if you accept,

you can say no.

If you want to do it,

then humiliate me completely.

Only then will I return to my home.

Goodbye!

Flight 9514 has landed.

Passengers are requested
to exit from gate 48.

Now you must be wondering
what this DJ is doing here.

Let me tell you.

He was acting very casual
while saying bye to Salma in London,

but when she left,
even he felt it…

A hard truth, slipped in softly.

His full HD life
instantly became black and white.

He began enjoying staying alone.

From lover boy to Romeo overnight.

Tell me, babe. Are you alright?

Babe… let's go somewhere
on the weekend.

Yeah, sure.

There is something so romantic
about old buildings.

I mean, this seems
to be a proper castle.

He tried hard to cajole his heart.

But the heart wants what it wants.

Isn't it?

Even his friends and family could see
the remorse on his face

and the sound of his broken heart.

I think I'll save that one.

Except for him.

You've been
so lost since you got here.

Just tell me.

Is it the one I think it is,
or is it someone else?

No, it's not like that.

Stop fooling me and yourself.

And let's go to London.

I'll get my stuff, you can buy me dinner,
and then go call her.

Or else it will be nighttime
in Lucknow.

His heart was set in Lucknow,

but his mind was stuck in London.

Maybe something was stopping him.

You preach to the entire world

that the past doesn't matter.

But you lived your entire life
in the past.

Listen to me, you fool.

Doesn't matter if your mom
and dad didn't get along.

People in this world don't get along.

Why do you care?

She is getting married.

If you don't tell her,

she'll have no choice
but to get married.

Finally, it dawned upon him,
and he came here.

But in this struggle
between the heart and mind,

the heart finally
emerged victorious.

Hey, taxi.

Here.

Stop here.

Salma.

Salma.

Salma.

What is the matter, young man?

Isn't this Salma Rizvi's residence?

Yes, that's right.

But who sent you?

No one.

Were you looking for your mother then?

-Rascal.
-Control yourself, old man.

Who are you calling old?

Take it easy, man.

Take it easy?

-I will beat you to a pulp.
-Take it easy, man!

What are you doing?

-Take it easy.
-It's hurting.

-Dad, what are you doing?
-Salma.

Well, great!
You are here, finally.

This shameless man
was peeking inside the mansion.

Call the police station.

Control your watchman.

-Meet…
-Watchman?

I am the owner of this mansion.

-I am a Nawab.
-Dad.

Dad, I…
He is my…

I mean, he was our guide in London.

-He is a friend.
-What?

Hello. Greetings.

Disgusting.

I am fine.

Won't you ask me
why I am here?

You are here
because you are hurt.

Why would I ask?

I wasn't talking to you?

Nurse, please come here.

One minute.

I didn't want to say it this way,

but I don't have an option.

I was missing you.

Look, I'm awful at this, but…

I am in love with you.

Will you go to London with me?

And then?

What then?

We'll live together.

Then?

Then what?

Live together.

I mean, we'll try a life together.

I need to give you a tetanus shot.

Lie down.

Madam, please wait outside.

No, she can stay.

No one can stay.
Please lie down.

-I must inject you.
-One minute.

Salma, listen to me.

Where are you going?

Home. And you should also go home.

Wait a minute.

Please listen to me.

Please, Salma.

How?

What how?

On a plane.

Do you think you're Madhubala?

Earlier, you couldn't find one,

and now there are
two in the picture.

And you rejected both
of them at the same time.

Mom, who is Madhubala?

She is your father's distant sister.

Focus on your homework,
or you will get a slap.

Think practically, Rizvi.

What are you doing?

Ratna, you won't understand.

Is that so?

I've known you since you were
a kid running around in shorts.

You are stubborn.

"He won't come.
He doesn't care."

Now, when he's crossed
the seven seas for you,

you are showing attitude.

He himself doesn't know why he is here.

Then you explain it to him.

Look, either escape to London,

and break free from your duties

or get married to the cloth store guy

and get the mansion freed.

At least that will end your troubles.

Can I take this call?

You give me so much anxiety.

Go away. Take your call.

-You get anxiety over anything.
-Take the call. Yes--

It's all because of you.

-Ratna, stop talking.
-I've never had anxiety before this.

-I won't talk to you. Forget it.
-Hello. Yes?

Yes, Salma speaking.

Yes?

But if you face even a trivial issue…

-Yes, I…
-you come crying to me.

You give me anxiety, you know.

Where?

Rizvi, till today…
I am such a cool person that…

When do I have to come?

Yes.

Okay.

Stop eating my brain--
Do your homework quietly?

-Ratna.
-Nothing. What?

I don't want to talk to you.

Here I am talking to you,
and you're talking on the phone.

-Ratna.
-What is it?

First, her father beat me up,

then the daughter sent me back
with an injection.

Shame on you.

So, what did you say to her?

I told her we should go to London

and that we'll live together.

We'll try a future together.

Then, son,
you should come back.

Did you go all the way to Lucknow

to say that we'll try?

What else did you expect her to do?

I am confused, TJ.

This is where nothing
makes sense, you fool.

Ask your heart for a solution.

What do you mean?

Well, what will make her happy?

What will make her
blossom like a flower?

And what thought crossed her mind

when you saw the gleam in her eyes?

Think hard or take
the next flight to London.

Idiot.

The entire neighborhood comes out

to watch the wedding procession
in Lucknow.

The wedding band first,

then the guests dancing
and swaying to the music.

Finally comes the groom
seated on a horse.

When I was a kid,

all the girls would run to the terrace,

to watch the groom.

Hello.

Will I get a wedding band here?

Name. Manmeet Singh Sahni.

It's Meet.

-What?
-Meet.

Fine. We'll cancel out the Man.

Moti Mahal Lawn.

When is the wedding?

-Today.
-Today…

Were you asleep all this time?

People made bookings here a year ago,

and you woke up now.

The situation is complicated.

-Running away to get married.
-No.

Then the girl must
have rejected you.

-That I still don't know.
-What?

Can you make things happen?

Money is not a problem.

Are you a lover?

Yes.

Take a look.

This is all I have.

Euphonium.

Trombone.

And what about the trumpet?

Great.

Guess you have
an interest in music too.

I am a DJ.

A DJ and a lover.

So, I, Raja, will personally play
the trumpet at your wedding.

Oh, my God. Thanks, man.

-Just one problem.
-What?

-There are no guests.
-Great.

Where is this procession heading,
trumpet king?

Babban, you?

Hello, Uncle.

This is Babban.

-He used to be the star of this place.
-Nice.

Babban, finished building
your castle of dreams.

It's my castle of dreams.

Takes time to build one.

I see.

Leave that.

Where is this procession heading?

Procession?

Moti Mahal.

But at Moti Mahal…

There's a feast.

A feast at Moti Mahal. Right?

-Where are you from?
-London.

-London.
-Yeah.

Great.

Don't worry, brother.

We will bring the guests.

Thanks, mate.

Let's go. Father has already reached.
Let's go, dear.

Keep smiling, or everyone
will be suspicious.

The groom will arrive on a horse

Old lovers will come out to see

Youngsters dancing in the alley

Be careful and don't slip up

All the guests and relatives
Will party hard

A sweet woman has two lovers

Single Salma

Single Salma

Single Salma

Single Salma

They have all dressed up
And sprayed perfume

They have suppressed their desire
To be with Salma

They have suppressed their desire

Both have set up their own booths
The guys have laid out a whole buffet

The wedding sweets are delicious

But very hard to digest

Whoever wins…

Isn't that the driver?

-He's not a driver.
-Yes.

Single Salma

-Let them pass.
-Hold it.

-Stop them.
-Guys, wait.

Move aside.

Let them through.

Please proceed.

-Proceed where?
-Yes.

We have to go inside.

-What?
-Yes.

The banner says,
Salma weds Sikandar.

Look at the banner.

Do we have a banner?

So what if
we don't have a banner?

It's our brother's wedding.

Music.

-What music?
-Stop the music.

But who is he marrying?

-Salma Rizvi.
-Damn you!

-I'll cut off your tongue--
-Hold on!

How dare you!

Salma is marrying Sikandar!

Don't you know that?

-Move aside. What's wrong?
-Don't try to be--

Move. Move back.

Back off.

What is the problem?

It's that scoundrel again.

He was snooping around
the mansion two days ago.

Are you here
to stop the wedding?

I am here to get married.

-With whom?
-With Salma. She loves me.

She will marry me. Ask her.

You can marry her
if you make it out of here alive.

-Stop right there.
-What are you doing?

-What the hell!
-What are you doing?

So it's you.

Nawab sir, call Salma out.

Now she will choose

who she wants to marry
and who she doesn't.

-Why not? Let's call her.
-Please call her.

Dad.

Dad.

-Sister Salma…
-What?

What happened?

She is not inside.

What are you saying?

What rubbish is this?

-It's true, Mom!
-Where is she then?

I met her in the evening.

At my office.

She repaid
the entire debt and stormed out.

That is why I am celebrating.

Rastogi, what about
the check I gave you?

She tore up the check
you gave me.

She said she wasn't indebted
to anyone now.

Ratna.

Ratna.

Yes, Auntie.

Where did Salma go?

Where is she?

For my sake, speak up.

Tell us, Ratna.

Speak up, dear, for my sake.
Tell us.

Where is Salma?

At the railway station.

-Railway station.
-Railway?

-Get the car.
-Yes.

-Get the car.
-Come on, come on.

Hurry.

Fine, I'll also go.

Salma!

This way. Come on.

If this was the plan,
you should have told me earlier.

All my efforts were in vain.

Come on,
let's run away and get married.

Salma, wait.

I gave you
such a big responsibility.

To reject me.

Instead, you are running away.

I didn't think
you were a coward.

Salma, where are you off to?

Was there a shortage of boys
in London and Lucknow?

Right, Nawab sir?
Am I wrong?

Let's go back right now.

I've had enough.

Yes, Dad.

I've really had enough.

Enough of taking
such cheap comments to the heart,

and looking for faults in me.

Enough of thinking I am unlucky.

And enough
of giving explanations.

You know,

I got the mansion back.

Yes. With my money.

Without anyone's help.

Won't you ask me
where I got that kind of money?

I'll tell you.

Thank you, Babban.

You put up my posters
all over Lucknow, right?

You must have all seen it.

The swimsuit one. Everyone did.

It also went viral.

But Dad, those very photos

saved your royal reputation.

A weird thing happened to me.

I got a call. From Delhi.

From a designer.

They want to shoot
a catalogue with me.

Do you know what for?

This? Wedding dresses.

It means future brides will look at me

and decide
what to wear at their wedding.

Allah!

I don't want your shameless money.

You are right, Dad.

How can you accept my money?

This is not money borrowed
in the desire of a son.

This money comes
from your daughter's talent.

But this money is not for you, Dad.

It's for Mom's deteriorating health.

For Subhan's future and for me.

As for my marriage,

the real meaning
of marriage is happiness.

Happiness.

But God knows who is
happy with this wedding!

And why don't you ask your children

where does their happiness lie?

"Get married, Salma,
or you will remain single.

Just get married to anyone.

Anyone at all.

Don't be single."

Single Salma.
Yes, I am single.

I am single.

I am single, but I am happy.

I am complete.

Being someone's wife
or better half won't do any good.

So, I will go to Delhi,

shoot the catalogue,

and if I don't enjoy it,
I will try something else.

If I fail in that, too,
I will try something else.

I'll get married
only when I want.

Only when I want to.

Remember, I told you this.

Marriage is not necessary.

Meet Singh Sahni.

You followed me here
all the way from London.

What an amazing lover
you turned out to be!

I fell in love with you a long time ago.

But when you realized it,

you thought of taking me to London.

Why? Why can't
you come to Lucknow?

You're open-minded, aren't you?

What do you want?
An open relationship?

And you, Sikandar.

I was a fan of your honesty.

I thought of becoming friends with you.

But I was suffocating
under your favors.

When I tried to tell you the truth,
you turned it into an ego issue.

What did you say?

"I will bring the wedding procession."

And you did!

Happy now?

Look, I would've apologized
if this were not the case.

But after 16 years of hard work,

falling in love once,

and breaking two marriages,
I've understood one thing.

I will follow my heart.

And I will not apologize for it.

See you, Mom.

You are not made for marriage.

So, stop pretending.

Give me that bag.

When I come back,
you can ask me out.

But here in Lucknow.

And I have one more condition.

I will not break my
friendship with Sikandar.

All the very best of luck.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Babban, you got paid, didn't you?

Hit it!

That night, I realized that

if Single Salma from Lucknow
can start her life in her thirties,

then why not
Single Sikandar in his forties?

That was it then.

I came to London.

My first trip.

In front of the Queen's palace,
where I got this idea for a jacket.

And that's where
my life showed up,

asking for a lighter.

That's my wife sitting over there.

Margret. Maggie.

Please come.

Because if it were not for her,

I wouldn't be British or…

an entrepreneur.

I got it. Got it.

That night, two grooms were waiting
for Salma atop two horses

with two wedding processions.

Life offered her two options.

But who did Salma choose?

Herself.

Maybe she met Meet
from London again.

But on her own terms
and conditions.

That day, I learned

to choose myself and move forward.

I still have an empty corner
in my heart for Salma.

But I think it will stay empty.

But not to worry.

I hope wherever Salma is,

people don't define her
by the fact that she's single.

But by the fact that she is Salma.

Right, boy?

See you around.