[Title Montage]
[Azi] So, this is your new rehearsal room.
Thank you, Tabish.
Please do me a favour, Dr. Mirza.
Next time if you get any brilliant thoughts..
...please don't act upon them.
You can do anything in your personal life.
But on duty, please conduct yourself professionally.
You're right.
You no more have feelings.
Hey. My name is Amal Mirza.
And this Mirza is not a guy but a girl.
That's my sister, Jannat Mirza.
Do you know what you have done?
Did you think before you wrote an article about aunt?
You wanted to be famous, right?
I made you famous.
Amal, I'm going to kill you.
Hey. Jannat.
I am not homeless.
Nor will I let you be.
[Phone ringing]
Yes, Mr. Singh.
-[Bahira] 'Are you all right?' - Yeah.
The article has gone viral because people agree with it.
[Bahira] 'Good that you came back.'
But sir, Salman Baig's reaction was expected.
[Jannat] 'We were looking for such a reaction.'
-[Singh] 'How can you...' - Sir, freedom of expression...
...cannot come with preconditions and...
[Singh] 'We have had enough of your liberal b******t, Jannat.'
[Singh] 'You know what? You're fired.'
What?
[Singh] 'Yes. You're fired.'
I just got fired.
[Phone vibrating]
Meher.
Meher, your phone.
Sister.
[Phone vibrating]
Hello.
Yes.
When?
I am leaving right away.
What's her status?
She is running 104 degree temperature and...
She has been vomiting the whole night...
...so there's dehydration and weakness. [Footsteps]
[Naushad] 'Nurse, check Aliya's temperature.'
[Nurse1] 'I checked it 10 minutes ago.'
Do you have any problem in rechecking?
[Beeping sound]
Why is her pulse so slow?
- Dr. Khan. - Yes, sir.
- Are the reports ready? - Yes, sir.
What are you doing here? Go, get them now.
Sir.
Alu...
Alu.
Who is checking the IV levels?
[Nurse2] 'I'm doing it Dr. Rizvi.'
Only after I inform you, is it?
- Can't you see that it's over? -[Nurse2] 'Sorry, Doctor.'
Incompetent fools.
- Alu. -[Meher] 'Dr. Rizvi.'
- Aliya. -[Meher] 'Dr. Rizvi...'
- Yes. - Aliya can sense your fear.
Calm down.
She is getting scared. Please. This is not helping.
Excuse me.
Nurse, get a pan of cold water and hand towel, please.
[Nurse2] 'Yes, Doctor.'
Take off this blanket...
[Nurse2] 'Yes.'
All lights off and no one will talk loudly, please.
She needs to cool down.
And you need to relax, Dr. Rizvi...
...because she needs to relax.
Turn on the AC in the entire house.
- Who is this? -[Man1] 'Yes, sir.' - Junaid Geelani.
- Contractor. - The curtains are shabby.
Mr. Ghulam had highly recommended him.
Mr. Ghulam loves such items.
He doesn't seem a contractor at all.
Yes. More like a nutty professor.
That's actually quite accurate.
Even my students used to call me by that name.
I'm sorry but we weren't talking about you.
Ma'am, you didn't say anything inappropriate.
I am a professor.
[Junaid] 'I used to teach Civil Engineering in IIT Mumbai.'
Wow! How did you end up here?
I just started missing my home.
I thought that my experience and my skill are of no use...
...if I cannot provide comfort at my home.
Please continue.
We won't like to interrupt your work.
Ma'am, if you are the cause of interruption...
...a new Taj Mahal would be built here every day.
Pencil.
- Pencil. - Professor.
Your pencil.
My brain has gone to pudding, I tell you.
Pudding.
[Sigh]
[Laughs]
"Brains have gone to pudding."
He is just very funny.
What?
Be careful, Aunt. Don't be his Mumtaz Mahal.
Please. I... I am not innocent.
I know how this looks.
A lone woman in this ancestral mansion...
Who is single again
and sensitive...
Tough.
And very happy.
"Pudding."
- You want to eat that pudding? - Jannat. Enough.
[Car speeding]
[Door closes]
[Footsteps]
[Laughs]
Wow!
Hey, stop.
- You are in my frame. - You are welcome.
- Excuse me. - Hi. I'm Amal.
Last chance, okay? Last chance.
Or else, you'll regret...
...that you let go of a supermodel.
I think I'll survive.
[Laughs]
Was this funny?
[Footsteps]
Greetings.
We've stopped giving donations.
Thank you. I don't need that.
My name is Raghu.
What should I do? Should I make a dish out of it?
Is Mirza at home?
May Lord protect that angel.
He is doing a virtuous deed along with the soldiers in Siachen.
Ms. Jannat Mirza. Does she live here?
I see!
You came here sniffing like a dog
as soon as you got to know about her.
What?
We don't want to talk to any reporter.
Look, ma'am. I'm not a reporter, ma'am.
- I'm a documentary film-maker. - To heck with ma'am.
-[Raghu] 'What are you doing? Okay... -[Shaggo] Get lost.'
[Shaggo] 'We don't want to talk to any reporter.'
I am not a reporter. Trust me.
-[Shaggo] 'Get lost...' - Convey my message...
-[Shaggo] 'Why do they waste time early morning? - Convey...'
- ...my message at least. - Get lost.
- We don't want to talk. - Ma'am...
-[Shaggo] 'That's it! -[Raghu] Aunt... Hello.'
- What is the message? - A...
Hi.
Give me the message.
Actually, I want to talk to you.
Why?
I'm a big fan.
Prove it.
Okay.
You adopted the name Mirza three years ago.
Before that you were known as Jannat Mirza.
That's Google. Everybody knows.
Tell me.
Which was my first article?
As in, about whom it was or the title or the publishing date?
Either.
Uniforms curb individuality.
- Published by... - I wrote that when I was in school.
11th grade.
What do you want?
Just an interview.
Why did you lie to Shaggo? You are a reporter.
I am not a journalist or a reporter.
I make documentary films and I'm also a photographer.
I specialise in conflict zones.
What is your name?
Raghu. Raghuvendra Thapar.
No!
Do I need to prove that?
Did you really...
You know, one second. I'm coming.
Did you really interview Farooq Sayed?
Yes.
And then you drew a graffiti along with the Palestinians...
...on the Israeli walls and then broke it or something like that.
No...
But I did document it.
I'm Jannat Mirza.
[Footsteps] [Door opening]
[Beeping sound]
[Footsteps]
[Beeping sound]
[Kissing sound]
[Footsteps]
[Beeping sound]
Dr. Rizvi.
Her fever has reduced.
Her vitals are strong and test results are all clear.
She is going to be fine.
[Sobbing]
It's okay to cry.
[Meher] It's okay.
[Phone vibrating]
These tears are important, Doctor.
Sometimes we fall short of words to express
such deep emotions.
Just let it out.
When I saw Aliya for the first time...
...she was four minutes old.
With her eyes closed.
Brown hair, affixed to her head.
But her heartbeat...
...was strong.
Since then my fingers are gripped by her tiny fingers...
...such that when she leaves my hand...
...I become helpless.
[Phone vibrating]
Sorry, I'll have to take this. Sorry.
I don't want to say anything.
Please.
You don't need to repeat these things again and again.
Is it easy for me?
I feel shattered every day.
And somehow
I try to gather myself.
[Crying]
That relationship is over.
No. You listen to me.
I can't do this again and again.
I just don't have the strength.
Please let me go.
[Cries]
You can go home, Dr. Mirza.
I can take care of my daughter.
[Title track playing]