[Title Montage]
"I am Jannat."
"But I write my blog under the pen name of Mirza."
"Because even my entity is hidden..."
"...like the reality of Kashmir."
"I don't write about the valley..."
"...or the posters of local tourism department."
"I express the truth of Kashmir."
"The truth which is suppressed under the frequent curfews..."
"...and political tactics."
"The real essence of Kashmir lies in us, four sisters."
"In Meher's simplicity."
"In Bano's intense voice, that is as deep as Dal Lake."
"In Amal's confident panache..."
"...and in the invoking might of my pen."
"The truth reflects not in the mundane newspapers..."
"...but in our eloquent eyes."
"We are Kashmir."
Hush! Keep quiet.
Don't utter a word!
[Mumbling] Oh, Mirza!
[Blubbering]
F**k, Mirza, you hit me in the nuts.
Shut up, Azi.
Where's my pen... My pen-drive?
Where is my pen-drive?
Move, f****s.
- Give it to me. My pen-drive. - What?
- What's going on? - Listen.
- Azi! - Tell me.
- Azi. - What?
Is it a new secret formula to bring down the government?
Come on, Mirza, where's the love?
Oh, God!
This place was more boring than your PJs when you were not here.
I missed you more than I missed my newspaper...
...and my morning s**t.
It feels! Here you are.
When did you return?
Just two hours ago.
And you already... Did you?
It's called jet-lag.
You should have stayed back in London.
[Bicycle bell ringing] [Birds chirping]
[Azi] Mirza, I missed you, man!
You should have.
- You've returned in just five months. - Hello?
I am on break.
- And you know what? - Tell me.
Mirza, I was mirzable without you.
F***k off! I have to sleep now.
Are you coming tomorrow for Aqeel and Arsh's wedding?
Of course! Mom won't let me miss it. I'll have to.
- Good bye. - Bye.
[Footsteps] [Paper ruffling]
[Door opening]
[Birds chirping]
[Footsteps] [Paper ruffling]
You're coming home at 5 o'clock in the morning.
Where were you the whole night?
In gazette office, they allow internet access...
...only after office hours, you know it.
[Footsteps] [Birds chirping]
[Paper ruffling]
- Meher. - I'm not surprised.
How long will aunt build castles in the air?
Why are you suddenly opposing aunt?
Because she is wrong.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
Meher, if you ever come out of your fairytale realm...
...and step into the real world...
...you'll realise that we don't get happiness and justice.
Rather, we've to snatch it brutally.
Jannat, aunt is destroying her own life.
We don't know that, Meher.
And please, don't tell mom about this.
You know she gets upset when there's something about aunt.
[Jannat] 'And...'
Hide this newspaper somewhere.
[Amal] 'Bano, keep quiet!'
[Bano] 'Mom, Amal is not letting me practice music.'
[Amal] 'It's not Amal, it's Amaal.'
[Bano] 'Amal, I'll not spare you if it breaks.'
- [Bano] 'Amal, please give my saz back. Amal.' - [Amal] 'No.'
[Girls shouting playfully] Amal. No.
Amal.
[Bano] 'Amal, give my saz back.'
Amal.
- Amal, I want my saz. - I want my peace of mind.
Can't you hear? Amal, my saz!
Oh! These girls are such a torment!
[Girls shouting playfully]
Amal, give my saz back, right now.
- Do you really want it? - My saz, Amal.
You won't get it.
- Give me my saz, Amal. - Not at all.
Give that instrument, Amal.
Mom! Amal will break my instrument.
We've got one litre milk less.
[Shagufa] 'And the curd is horribly sour.'
Take it back if you've the guts.
[Girl crying] Oh...
- Please, my instrument... - Okay, take it.
Thank you! Amal.
We haven't got the darn newspaper today.
If Mr. Ali bills us for the entire month...
...I'll seriously shave his head off. Rascal.
Who are you thundering against, Ms. Shagufa?
Good morning, Dad. I hope you are taking care of yourself.
- Good morning, Mom. - Good morning.
How can I manage the kitchen this month in just Rs. 2,000?
Mom, I'll chip in.
No, Jannat. Your pen is your money.
- I can't take it. - Mom.
Never mind.
I'll borrow some stuff from the grocer.
Not at all.
Good morning, Aunt.
You know, your sisters make the belief firm...
[Fatima] '...that we've actually descended from apes.'
If the Animal Planet channel gets to know about them...
...we'll be millionaires.
Fatima! Ms. Shagufa, no way! Give her money back.
- Right now! Not at all. - But why?
- You may go, Shagufa. - I think you're right.
Why should I chime in between your arguments?
- Fatima! - Oh, I'm sorry.
How did I dare to sit on your husband's chair?
Any information about him?
It's utter silence since last two weeks.
There has been a heavy snowfall over there, Rabu.
Don't worry. He would be safe and fine.
- I'm sure! - If God wills!
Shame on you.
You cut your beautiful, long hair!
Isn't Pashmina better than this baggy poet-shirt?
You've got sharp features.
You could have become a supermodel.
Mom, Amal has broken the strings of my saz.
Matching-matching, babes. Broken strings for a broken voice.
Just like Amal's broken brain, right?
- So cheesy! - You are cheesy.
Amal, who'll join those strings?
Have you noticed her giant form?
What could I do if this 80-kg structure fell on it?
Who pushed me?
Aunt, you look so gorgeous!
How is Delhi? Got new hair colour? Brown or hazel?
Wow! Parada!
- Is it Muli Parada or Alu Parada? - Shut up!
Just by reading a few fashion magazines
doesn't make bimbo a brainy.
George Clooney will not even give you a second look.
Because he'll do some other amazing things.
- Gross! - I know.
- Good morning. - Good morning, Meher.
Good morning, Aunt. When did you return from Delhi?
Last night.
How was it?
Is it true that Delhi hosts the grandest of political parties?
It wasn't that grand.
[Fatima] 'So, what are you all going to wear...'
[Fatima] '...for Aqeel's wedding, tomorrow?'
My amazing violet lehenga will make people's eyes pop.
Rather, they'll have steam coming out of their ears...
...listening to your weird pronunciation.
Sister, you're forgetting her weird accent.
Finally, I've got the newspaper.
[Rabia] 'Thank God!'
Didn't you...
[Amal] 'Kofta! I can't eat this. I don't want to be a fatso.'
Couldn't you hide it?
What happened?
What?
- Keep quiet! - I want to see.
He will never divorce his wife.
Those are mere papers. I don't care about it.
Salman loves me a lot and that is enough for me.
And what about our family?
We are going to be a butt of ridicule.
Do you only care about public reaction?
Don't you care a fig about my emotions?
I do care, Fatima.
And that is why I am trying to save you.
I am not scared of anything.
I love him deeply, Rabu.
That's why I am afraid.
Don't you worry.
Fatima, when this matter will end...
Which is bound to...
Then you'll be humiliated.
His wife, his marriage, his standing...
...everything will remain as it is.
Salman will not let it happen.
You're not understanding.
Please try to understand what...
Okay. Listen to me once.
Please don't attend Aqeel's wedding tomorrow.
But why?
Because Salman will definitely come there...
...with his wife.
Don't forget that the bride is his wife's niece.
Your breakfast is getting cold.
[Instrumental music playing] [People talking]
[Man1] Very good.
[Man2] Please get the cold drinks.
[Man3] I'll post them to you tomorrow.
- Hello, Mr. Ghulam. - Hello, Jannat.
- How are you? - Fine, by God's grace.
How is your father and my friend, Dr. Colonel?
The weather is bad but my father isn't weak either.
We are praying for his health, his valour and his safe return.
- He'll certainly return soon, as God wills! - As God wills!
As Tabish has returned.
Yes, we noticed. I like your hairdo.
Look how they're peeping out of your nose.
You guys go and enjoy with your friends.
Why are you wasting time with this old man?
- Go and enjoy. - No, sir, actually I wanted to talk about...
...Instrument of Accession, 1947.
[Man4] - Rukhsar, come here. - Oh, God!
What is your next turbulent article about?
Sir, I promise. This one is only for general information.
- Okay. Meet me next week. We'll talk. - Sure!
So, now I understand. You want to hang with me...
...so you can hang with grandpa.
- Yes. - Yes, b***h!
I have been called worse.
- Like? - Your friend!
Definitely a b***h.
[Woman1] Come on, Irfan, let's take a selfie.
[Man5] Come here! Let's take a selfie.
- Hi, Bahira! - Tabish?
- How are you? - I'm fine. What could be wrong with me(!)
You look nice.
God detests one the most...
...who breaks this holy union of marriage.
[Priest] 'God has made this union Himself.'
[Priest] 'Even Adam would yearn for a company.'
[Priest] 'Mr. Aqeel, do you agree to wed Arsh-e-Noor Khan?'
[Aqeel] 'Yes, I do.'
[Priest] 'Ma'am, do you agree?'
[Arsh] 'Yes, I do.'
- So be it! - So be it!
[Gathering] Congratulations!
Salman.
Mom, why is aunt doing this?
- Oh, my God! - Mom!
[Dr. Rizvi] 'That is why Kashmir is plunged in this situation.'
He is not able to manage his home.
- How can he manage the state, then? - You're right, sir.
[Dr. Rizvi] 'What's your opinion?'
[Man6] 'Sir, she doesn't have a family of her own.'
[Dr. Rizvi] 'So, she is bound to ruin others'.' - Fatima...
...the girls are calling you. Please come.
There are some women who, to live a lavish life...
...can stoop to any extent. - You're right, sir.
Fatima, spend some time with us too.
Aunt, what are you doing?
I have been invited here.
I don't need anyone's permission to come here.
Good bye.
Do you know that Tabish has returned?
So?
Nobody informed me.
- [Mrs. Baig] It's the limit of lowliness. - [Woman] You're right.
How did she dare to come here!
[Woman2] 'You are absolutely right, Mrs. Baig.'
Look at her audacity!
[Mrs. Baig] 'She should be dying out of embarrassment.'
Let's go.
[Woman2] 'She's followed your husband to this wedding.'
[Woman2] 'Such a senseless woman she is!'
They were all talking about aunt, right?
Forget it.
- So... Sorry. - Not at all.
In fact, I should be sorry.
Or I too can be punished for coming in the way of your family.
After all, you have a habit of grabbing others' stuff.
You should be sorry.
After all, you have a habit of poking your nose...
...into others' private matters.
Excuse me!
- Excused! - Ridiculous! Who is this person?
A grump!
- This is so embarrassing. I... - No!
What happened?
Everyone is gossiping about aunt.
And a rude person has labelled our entire family.
- Can you believe it? - That's so typical.
Blame the woman because the man is helpless.
How can he survive the vicious pawing of a woman?
- Yes, but men are stupid. Like, that's all. - Men will be men.
So, women need to understand...
...that only they can guard their own dignity.
Isn't it a fogey and conservative thought, Meher?
- Aunt is in love. - To heck with love!
That man isn't even acknowledging her in public.
What kind of a shallow love is this?
That is the point. He is such a shallow person...
...that he is publicly embarrassing his love.
I feel like stripping him publicly and whip him.
Kinky!
As usual, Jannat...
...you're just arguing for the sake of it.
You have a society even in your so-called real world...
...and in that, whatever little respect aunt had...
...is also being destroyed.
You are the society, Meher. You are also blaming aunt.
So, what's the difference between you and that person?
- Have you ever been in love? - Have you?
Yes!
[Jannat] And I don't think it's stupid to love something...
...that seems impossible.
So, please stop judging her.
Jannat, I'm not judging her. I'm talking to you.
- And that is getting impossible. - Then don't talk to me.
Yes, I won't. I'm going.
Mirza, you know...
...that loving Kashmir isn't the same as loving a dude, right?
At least, a married dude.
Azi, love is love.
They, who are timid, don't love.
Interesting! So, tell you what...
...let's get married.
Then I'll have an extra-marital affair.
Thus, we'll get the experience of aunt's situation...
...and you'll get an idea for your new article.
Do you know, Azi, that having an affair takes a lot of effort?
-Yes. - You carry on with your vodka. Okay?
Okay.
- Idiot! - Hey!
It's really amazing. You've been in headlines soon after your arrival.
You must be very happy. After all, you are in opposition.
He is waning away in his own flaws.
Flaws? Really?
If you've chosen him...
...he must be possessing something worthy.
Oh! Always the gentleman, Mr. Ghulam.
Take care of yourself.
What happened? What did Mr. Ghulam say?
He was just sympathising.
He is such a gentleman!
He was the only one who stood by us...
...when our factory had burned down to ashes.
And if God wills...
...Jannat and Tabish will turn this friendship into a relationship.
I am not sure, Fatima.
Jannat is so unpredictable.
Tell me something. Why do you call Tabish as Azi...
...while you call Jannat as Mirza?
- Yes, why? - As his last name is Azad, I call him Azi.
Actually, she should have been named hell...
...as she is nothing like her name which means heaven. - Yes.
So, I call her Mirza. That's it.
Just one second. I'll be back.
It's all plastic surgery. I mean, no one is real.
- Really? - Yes.
- Telling the truth. - Amal, mom is calling. Shall we?
- Why is she calling? - If I said she's calling, she's calling.
- Bye, boys. - Bye, Amaal.
Her name is Amal.
You won't die if you don't be a centrepiece among the boys...
...and stay away from them for some time.
We are already so tensed because of aunt. Don't you feel ashamed?
Please. Don't you get bored of yourself?
I'm not planning to die alone like you.
You'll first make us die out of embarrassment.
And then, you'll die of some amazing STD.
Who dies from a phone call?
STD is a disease, you idiot.
- Phone call... No... - No, STD is straight to death.
Yes, death!
Don't go anywhere. Stay here.
Hi, boys!
[Instrumental music playing]
Had our band been performing here...
...we wouldn't have got bored like this.
It will happen only when the girls will be allowed...
...to perform in weddings.
I'm afraid, we'll die before it happens.
Actually.
[Woman] 'How does it matter?'
It's enough, Fatima.
Bano, you are ahead of your times.
You bloody w***e!
I am sorry, but it's better that you all leave now.
Please come. I will drop you.
Fatima. Fatu, please get up.
[Meher] Once again, the love did the same.
It broke a loving heart.
It made tears roll down...
...and insulted the loving heart.
Today, when Jannat asked me, I couldn't say anything.
But I have suffered the consequences of being in love.
[Rabia] Oh, Lord. What have they written?
And I can't believe that our society can be...
...so chauvinistic and hypocritical.
The one who's head is buried in book before an interview...
...is not a candidate but a student.
Men like you are defaming Kashmir.
Had he been a little modest...
...my sister wouldn't have been fighting
this brutal society alone.
The world is ignoring Kashmir...
...just like the Kashmiri men are ignoring...
...the desires of Kashmiri women.
You are, of course, a doctor by profession.
But you're a judge by nature.
[Title track playing]