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Chakrapani?

Chakrapani?

Welcome back!

What am I doing here?

You met with a small accident, and here you are.

Who brought me here?

Your actions.

Hey, give me a clear answer! Did you bring me here?

I told you. Your actions did.

I had told you. Try all you can,

but your fate would bring you to the last page of the diary,

and then we would meet again.

What do you mean?

I mean,

you lost, Kumar.

And you've come here to accept your defeat.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

You're happy, aren't you?

But you're wrong, Chakrapani.

Because our lives are not parallel. I've broken the spell.

Really? Open the last page of the diary. Open it.

Page 100.

I got a job, but I rejected it

because of my pride!

I rejected it because the company wanted me to relocate to Chiplun.

The place is not important. Our decisions were parallel.

I was drinking a lot.

Yes. Page 112.

"Until yesterday, I consumed alcohol. Now, alcohol consumes me."

Until yesterday, I consumed alcohol. Now, alcohol consumes me.

- I was working night and day. - Yes.

Page 113 to 121.

"Work, work and only work."

Work, work and only work...

Now, page 167.

I met Sundara.

I decided to demand an answer from her.

Hold on. There's a big difference.

My wife, Nima, committed suicide.

Your wife is alive.

- No. - Don't lie!

I met her.

She told me everything about you.

What was her name?

Sandhya Chakrapani.

So, every woman with the Chakrapani surname is my wife?

Her name was Bhakti.

My affair with Sundara, the bribery case, the court cases against me...

They were too much for her to bear.

She had a heart attack and died.

Nobody can override fate, Kumar.

People whose lives are parallel

behave in parallel ways, live in parallel ways...

Hold on!

Meera didn't leave me.

I left Meera.

Again!

The event is again parallel.

I left everything, Sundara.

For you.

Are you crazy?

Yes. I'm crazy for you.

Bhakti left me, but I didn't stop her.

Now, I don't want anyone in life except you.

I'll start from scratch and build a new life.

Yes, I was about to say the same.

How about we leave this city and move some place else?

We won't. I will.

What do you mean?

I'm moving to Mumbai.

Why?

Thanks to the photos you took,

a producer in Mumbai has asked me to move there for good.

What about me?

Sundara, please don't joke around.

I'm not joking around! Don't you see this suitcase?

But Bhakti left me because of our relationship.

Call her back.

I didn't stop her!

For you.

Why for me?

I want to marry you, Sundara.

Me? Marry you? And what about him?

Is that producer going to marry you?

Not now. But what if he wants to in the future?

We love each other, right?

- Say no to him. - Sure!

And should I spend all my life posing for you?

Sundara, I didn't stop Bhakti. I let her go, only for you.

Hey! What is all this "for you" nonsense?

Did I ever ask you to do anything for me? Did I?

"For you", my foot!

Sundara.

I can't live without you.

Can you live without your wife?

Yes.

Just as you're okay after she left,

you'll be okay after I leave.

Sundara!

Yelling is not going to help.

We part ways here.

The sooner you understand this,

the less it will hurt.

Sundara!

Hey!

Do not ever try to use force with Sundara.

That drunkard didn't listen to me while he was alive. He's dead now.

You better stop while you're still alive.

No.

No, I...

Something has to be different.

There must be some distinction.

You can play around all you want,

open any page, look all you want. Everything is parallel, man!

Our births, our childhoods, our affairs...

Sh! Hold on! Give me some time.

- Time? - Yes.

You're out of it.

Huh?

Why?

Tell me. Why? Just because you say so?

Who are you?

Who are you? Are you God?

Why should I believe you or these stupid diaries?

How can I believe that this is real? Why should I?

How can I believe that you didn't observe my life

and then write these diaries to match my life?

It's possible, isn't it?

Don't laugh.

Don't laugh.

Don't laugh. I...

Please, don't laugh!

Don't laugh.

Don't laugh, motherf**ker!

The person you're trying to hurt died 30 years ago.

The only difference is

that I didn't lose that day.

I lost today.

I had also asked for time, to prove fate wrong.

One's actions shape one's fate.

Just as the Swami gave you a hint,

he gave me one too.

I ignored it.

And fate took my life.

But I didn't give up.

I wrote down every little detail about my life in these diaries.

And I gave you the diaries.

I was hopeful

that you might just defeat fate.

Because you were rebellious.

You had that aggression.

I didn't have it.

Think about it. You don't believe in God.

You threatened the Swami. Right?

The incidents were not different.

Our temperaments were different.

I didn't want you to do what I did.

So, I visited you in jail and gave you a hint.

Do you remember what you said when you came to return the diaries?

"Hey, Sudarshan Chakrapani!"

"These diaries won't shape my future."

"My present will shape my future."

I really believed in you then.

I was sure that you would defeat fate.

So, I tore just the last page of the diary and gave it to you.

I was confident that you would tear the page up and throw it away.

But you didn't.

I could have given you this last diary,

but I didn't.

Because I believed in you.

I was sure that you would shape your own future.

That you would forge a new path.

And then, I would tell fate,

"You lost!"

"I won."

But alas, that's not what happened.

You're lying.

You...

You're lying.

You're lying! You're a liar!

You're playing with me, right?

Take that page out of your pocket.

Take it out.

Read it.

...and speed killed me.

"And speed killed me."

So...

So, I...

Fate won, Kumar.

We both lost.

What do I do now?

Wait.

Kumar, now you must write down your past.

And you must play a new game with fate.

Give your diaries to the person

whose palm is identical to yours.

I'm free, Kumar!

Now, this is your house. You will be imprisoned here.

You will be freed

only when your own parallel comes looking for you.

Chakrapani! Chakrapani!

Chakrapani!

Chakrapani!

Swami, I've come to you with a lot of hope.

Please tell me what the future holds for me.

Inconceivable!

Exactly identical to Kumar Mahajan's palm!