[Title Montage]
Stop calling me.
Danger didn't reach your house.
Rather it is inside your house, Fatima.
What have you done?
I wrote the truth.
Having an affair with a married man has its consequences.
Writing a provocative blog has its consequences.
These things have consequences.
We treat patients here, not friends.
We use sense, not emotions, with objectivity.
There is a gossip about Dr. Rude.
She eloped leaving him and her daughter behind.
It's a good book for you to read...
...about unethical medical practices.
F*****g idiot, Amal.
Aunt, please pick up. Please.
[Phone ringing]
Aunt is still not answering my call.
Chill out, Mirza. She will.
Why is everyone upset with me?
I'm trying to do something meaningful and honest here.
[Jannat] 'Their life is set.'
Whose life is set, Mirza?
Look at Meher.
She'll get married and have two annoyingly perfect brats like her.
- And she will work in the hospital till her last breath. - Yes.
Bano will follow her career in music.
She will marry some European hippy who hates bathing like her.
And she will travel the world.
Sweet.
Amal will definitely got to Bombay.
She will get married to a rich man...
...after 50 surgeries and affairs.
Then she will divorce him...
...and will probably live off amazing alimony.
Yes. And you will turn into world famous journalist Jannat Mirza...
...from Mirza.
- Yes. - With a handsome husband.
Two beautiful little kids. Right?
I'm never getting married. Only casual flings for me.
Mirza. What about romance?
What is romance? It is just hormones and...
And often it's telling you to f**k and make babies.
Romance... Romance is everything.
You love Kashmir, right?
Similarly... Similarly, a man will love you.
Even you might fall in love with him.
When that happens...
...your heart will turn into double.
And I hope
you fall in love badly.
Because you...
You are made for this craziness.
You have found someone in London, right?
What?
I knew it.
Mirza, what is your problem?
Will you hide it from me?
- Tell me. Who is she? - There is no one, Mirza.
Who is she... Tell me now.
You just don't get me, dude.
Aww...
No one gets you like I do. F*****g softie.
Okay, I'll leave.
Where are you going to, you druggie?
I'm tired of Jannat.
- So, I'm going to jahannum. - Even I'm coming.
- Azi. Stop. - No...
[Woman] 'Dr. Rizvi, there is an emergency.'
[Woman] 'Two boys drowning case.'
[Woman] Their condition is critical.
Dr. Rizvi, he is choking.
He is flat lining, Doctor.
Perform a dichotomy, immediately.
[Choking]
[Beeping sound]
What are you doing, Dr. Mirza? There is no time.
Perform the damn procedure now.
- Dr. Khan, take over. - Yes, sir.
- [Beeping sound] - Move.
I should have had a male intern...
...who knows to control his mind and heart.
If you think women can only handle the house and raise kids...
...why did you hire me?
I thought you deserve much more than that.
But clearly I was wrong.
I am surprised that you could manage to stay here for a week.
I am surprised that your wife didn't run away from the altar.
- I'm so sorry, Doctor. - Don't you know?
She didn't elope. I killed her. I just didn't get caught.
S**t.
[Ghulam] 'Even they are watching you.'
And they are proud of you.
Happy birthday, Tabish.
Today you have turned 23.
Yes.
When are you planning to go to London?
Now, your fourth semester is about to start.
Grandpa, I was thinking of staying back here...
...for this semester.
For what?
She is not ready, dear.
And you know she won't look at you...
...unless she fulfils her dreams.
Grandpa.
That's what you get for loving a strong independent woman.
Strong, independent and infuriating.
- You called him a chauvinist! - I said that indirectly.
Sister, I have never been prouder of you in my entire life.
But I also accused him for personal reasons.
- Like? - Like he may have abused his wife.
Did he? What a b*****d!
I don't know. But his wife left him a year ago.
I have lost my job, haven't I?
Judgmental, chauvinist, fragile male ego...
- So, yeah. - What do I do?
See.
Before he fires you...
- ...you quit. - No, Jannat.
Look at our situation.
How much will dad work?
How can I let go the job that I just got?
This job isn't in your hands but in that c*****a's hands.
You can just resign. So, do it.
It looks good on one's resume.
- Listen. Don't tell mom please. - Obviously.
- Listen. - [Meher] Yes...'
You are becoming cool.
Ouch. Mom.
[Music playing and humming]
Hi, Bahira.
Hi, Ta... Sister Jannat isn't here.
Why did you stop?
- That was awesome. - No.
Actually, I was just practicing.
I didn't want to disturb you.
Bahira, you and your singing can never disturb me.
Anyway, I really need it today.
Why? What happened?
It is my birthday.
If not for grandpa, no one would have wished me.
[Tabish] Shaggu mustn't have prepared Sevai Kheer.
- Everybody forgot my birthday. - I remember it.
Why didn't you wish me?
I have written a song for you.
- Really? - Yes...
- Sing it. - No.
Bahira.
- My birthday, my song. - No.
You can't refuse a birthday boy. That's a rule.
- Really? - It's like illegal.
You step back.
Here?
- A little more. - How cute.
Is this okay?
- Face that side. - Okay.
[Music playing]
"Dear, you are as holy as the holy thread."
"Dear, you are as relaxing as mom's lullabies."
"You are as sweet as sugar."
"You reside in my heart."
"You are the angel to whom I feel attached."
What's up?
Nothing important.
Actually, it was Tabish's birthday.
F**k!
I forgot. I'm so sorry. Happy birthday.
- Happy birthday, Azi. - Thank you. Thank you so much.
A very happy birthday, Tabish.
May the Lord bless you with a long life and happiness.
Ma'am, please. Dictionary...
There is a party at my place because it is my birthday.
So, everyone has to come. Ma'am, you too.
Forgive me. But they will surely come.
Everyone except Amal.
[Girl1] 'Yes, 11.'
[Girl1] 'Who is 12? Twelve?'
- [Girl1] 'Oh 11...' - [Amal] 'Where is my name?'
- Don't say that. - Check mine, 12.
Check.
-[Boy] Check from below. -[Girl1] Where is mine?
I'm not able to find mine...
[Girl1] Oh, yes.
[Girl2] Did you find mine? Check mine.
I'm so nervous. Everyone is saying...
...that the math exam is going to be tough.
Hi.
- [Screams] - Sorry...
I'm so sorry.
It's okay, Taufique.
- You know my name? - Of course.
- Everyone knows you. - Why?
Because you're the brilliantest student of this school.
No.
- I'm Amal. - I know. Everyone knows you.
Me? Why?
You are the most beautiful girl in our school.
Actually, people talks anything. But they are right.
You are more beautiful than Kashmir.
Looking at you, it seems like...
...we have found Jannat.
Whatevers. Anyways... I'm here to bid adieu to everyone.
I wish we had become friends earlier.
But all the best.
Why bye?
Because I will definitely fail.
And then my dad will get me married.
I don