THREE YEARS AGO
(spices sputtering)
(indistinct yelling)
(girl 1) Mom!
They're beating up Uncle.
(dramatic music fades in)
Hey!
(grunts)
Sister-in-law!
(yells, grunts)
Yes, Mom!
(grunts, groans)
(yells)
(man) Don't you dare touch her!
(groans)
(dramatic music intensifies)
Hit him!
(girl 1) Come on!
(man 1) Kamlesh!
(dramatic music swells and fades)
Both brother and sister-in-law are causing such a scene.
Right at the front gate.
Have you two lost it?
I'm talking to you, Kamlesh.
You always told me to stand up for what's right.
First, find out who is right and wrong.
Our Arun can never be wrong.
What if your Arun is wrong?
(ominous music plays)
(theme music fades in)
PRESENT DAY
(bird chirping)
(theme music continues)
(cuckoo coos)
(Kamlesh) Family is like a sweater.
One thread, when woven right,
brings the whole sweater together.
But if one thread comes loose,
the entire sweater falls apart.
That's why a new thread should be woven with care.
We're going to add a new thread today.
We're going to meet Arun's bride.
Full family.
(theme music fades out)
Four people from our district won the Hind Vibhushan award.
But only my father-in-law returned it.
I'm not sure why.
It had something to do with the minority community.
So he returned it.
But I never took the photo off the wall.
SUKUMAR BHRAMAR RETURNS AWARD IN SUPPORT OF MINORITIES
Father is way too educated for my understanding.
He says strange things.
- ONE YEAR AGO - (Sukumar) The first woman
to fly a spacecraft
is Sunita Williams.
Amazing!
Listen to that, Kamlesh.
A woman can change the world if she wants to.
Father,
here I'm struggling to change the curtains.
(chuckles)
Why are you laughing?
Help her.
- Seriously... - (Sukumar tsks)
- (Kamlesh gasps) - (paper rustles)
Hmm.
(soft music fades in)
(Kamlesh) Pinky's Dad has taken after his dad.
You've forgotten your lunchbox, Pinky's Dad.
Stop calling me "Pinky's Dad."
My colleagues make fun of me.
Call me Vinay.
Women call their husbands by name nowadays.
Vinay Kumar.
You should've married a woman like that.
Why did you marry me? Hmph!
Hey--
(engine revs)
(soft music plays)
(Kamlesh) He is a nice man.
We have only one daughter,
but he's never complained.
I know boys and girls are the same.
But if we had a son...
(soft music fades out)
PRESENT DAY
My mother-in-law is more like a friend to me.
(pleasant music builds)
Grandmother-in-law doesn't talk much,
and I don't really listen to Pinky.
They all live in their own world.
I'm the only one who belongs to the real world.
It's my responsibility to protect them.
I can even die for my family.
Because I always stand up for what's right.
- And my family can never be wrong. - Give me your blessings.
- Hope I find a good match. - Let's go.
(Vinay chuckles)
There you go.
- Happy? - (Kamlesh laughs)
We're leaving for a couple of hours.
We'll be back soon.
- Don't end up selling the house. - (all laugh)
Okay, Mom?
You think the girl will be suitable for him?
We'll fix the wedding if she's the traditional type.
You're right! She's absolutely right.
(woman singing) ♪ Can you hear me in the breeze? ♪
♪ Softly echoing through the seas ♪
♪ Can you hear me in the rain? ♪
♪ As it taps on your windowpane? ♪
♪ In the quiet of the night ♪
♪ My love whispers ♪
♪ Pure and light ♪
♪ Can you hear me? ♪
(all clap)
(Sukumar) Wow!
- Amazing! - (all clapping)
Your educational qualifications?
BA Honours in English.
I want to continue my studies after marriage.
I want to work.
UPSC is my goal.
Pooja can cook well too.
- She made these samosas. - (Arun) So talented.
- Serve everyone, Pooja. - Sure.
Some samosas, please.
(Sukumar) Oh...
You're looking very nice.
- Thank you. - (indistinct chatter)
(Sukumar) Kamlesh.
Ask questions.
- Go on. - (indistinct chatter)
- Chutney, please. - (Vinay) Give me a kachori.
Do you wear only low-cut blouses?
(tense music)
Huh?
Pooja has made these samosas out of love.
Taste it and your heart will melt.
There, look at her.
They've bought it from Tularam Sweets.
Her mom is lying.
Hmm.
I agree, they're liars.
But listen to me.
Pooja sings so well.
Right?
- We'll listen to her sing every day. - In English?
Hmph!
Not in English, Kamlesh.
I...
I'll teach her to drape a sari the right way.
What about the low-cut blouses?
She'll get rid of them.
I'll make sure of it.
Kamlesh, forget Pooja.
Say yes for my sake.
I'm your dear brother-in-law, right?
Just say yes for my sake.
Please?
- Hear me out-- - Okay.
Fine.
What?
- What did you-- - I said okay.
So you approve of her?
How else should I say it?
Approved? Done?
(uplifting music)
- (indistinct cheering) - (all clapping)
- Give us your blessings. - Bless you.
It's okay. Stay happy.
- (chuckles) - (pleasant music)
God bless.
Seek Kamlesh's blessings.
Hmm?
Brother!
Hey.
Kamlesh is my daughter-in-law.
(all laugh)
My mom has a guy's name.
- (Pinky giggles) - (Vinay) Pinky.
Now that you know, touch my feet.
Bless you.
(uplifting music)
Mom, listen.
Please don't make Pooja work in the kitchen.
There you go.
Our son has already changed sides.
- (all laugh) - (Sukumar singing)
(Kamlesh) Even an English newspaper's scrap
commands a higher price.
So a daughter-in-law who's fluent in English
will obviously be more valued than me.
(Sukumar) Yes, I've reached the main gate.
ONE WEEK LATER
(dhol playing in the background)
- (engines revving) - (horns blaring)
(indistinct crowd chanting)
I'll ask Father to get this traffic cleared.
Your father is not a minister.
For me, he is.
Okay. Go take a look.
What's the procession for?
What's with this coloured smoke?
I'll be right back.
(crowd chanting) Love is love!
- (crowd) Love is love! - (tambourine jingling)
- Come, join us. - What a pretty rainbow! (giggles)
(crowd) Love is love!
Which political party are you representing?
This is not a political rally. It's for LGBTQ rights.
You know what it stands for?
Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender--
- Let me go. Oh, my God! - (crowd chanting)
- Let me through. - (indistinct chatter)
Hey, listen. Get going.
Come on, move it.
(inaudible)
- (crowd chanting) - (tense music)
- (crowd) Love is love! - (tense music builds)
Pooja!
- (chanting echoes) - (dramatic music)
- (tense music swells) - (chanting continues)
(music and chanting stops)
Uh...
What's wrong?
BEWARE OF NEAR AND DEAR ONES BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY
Add a veg item to the menu.
Isn't Rs. 1,200 per plate a bit too much?
We'll manage.
Hey...
What happened?
(tense music)
(music intensifies)
Get in.
(tense music rises and stops)
What's wrong? Kamlesh--
Are you a lybian?
Huh?
Are you a lybian?
It's "lesbian."
No, I'm not a lesbian.
Then why were you there?
I went to support them.
Enough with the protests!
We need a daughter-in-law, not a rebel.
So...
So a daughter-in-law can't have her own voice?
Can't have her own ideologies?
She can't have an opinion on what's happening in the world?
Do... Do you get what I'm saying?
You read the newspaper?
I do.
And more carefully than you.
I know what kind of news is meant for women.
They don't make the front page.
(paper rustles)
It's here.
(intense music)
The back page.
"Government Collapses."
"Crisis Looms over the Nation."
"India-Canada Diplomatic Showdown."
These headlines are meant for men.
Know the headlines for women?
"Easy homemade dhokla recipe."
"Learn to make chocolate barfi."
"Simple cooking tips
"to make everyday meals delicious."
These are meant for women.
Do you have any idea about what's going on in the world?
Do you have an idea about how to manage household chores?
Huh?
You know what's happening in the world.
About how the government is formed.
And where the Prime Minister goes on tour.
Everything.
Yes, I know.
Very good.
Do you know how long it takes to boil rajma?
Or how to cook gram flour curry?
Do you know how to mend a loose stitch?
This is what women are meant to do.
All these make up her world.
If you don't know any of this...
your English is of no use.
What about a woman's thoughts?
What about her beliefs?
There she goes again.
A woman's thoughts?
- (newspaper rips) - Here are her thoughts.
Here are her beliefs.
(tense music)
Here are her views.
(mixer whirring)
(tense music intensifies)
How will I live with you in the same house?
Apologise right now if you want to live with us.
- Apologise for what? - For protesting.
Touch her feet and say sorry.
- Promise you'll never do it again. - What the heck!
Your father-in-law is so progressive, but...
He doesn't run the household, I do.
Forget it, Kamlesh. Don't drag it.
Do you want a lybian daughter-in-law--
- It's "lesbian." - Hey...
How would I know? I'm not one.
But of course, you'd know.
Come on, say sorry. Right now.
- Let it be. - (Kamlesh tsks)
No.
- (intense music) - Look...
- Hey... - Hey, what...
Kamlesh, forget it.
- What the hell are you doing? - Let her go.
- Kamlesh, please. - Mom...
- Why are you-- - Hey...
(tense music swells)
- (tense music ends) - (water running)
(dramatic music)
Uh...
You should've thought about our reputation.
Why did you do this?
Are you out of your mind?
Dad, I'll tell you why she did this.
Kamlesh is insecure.
She thinks if we bring home an educated daughter-in-law,
she'll lose her importance in the family.
I don't think so.
Oh, really?
Then why do you want to complete your studies
and become a graduate like Pooja?
Huh?
(Arun) Kamlesh.
If you hadn't made a scene, it would've genuinely been cute.
What...
What's wrong with you?
Huh?
Tell me.
Dad.
We'll sort this out later.
First, ask her to rectify her mistake.
Go and say sorry to them. Please.
I won't.
I won't say sorry even if God asks me to.
(soft music)
Kamlesh...
Do it for me.
Please.
For my sake.
Kamlesh.
Please go.
Mom.
Aunt Pooja is here.
Dad had a severe chest pain after you left.
We called the family doctor.
He said it was due to acidity.
But we kept thinking
he got a heart attack because my wedding was called off.
Hmm.
One of my relatives had poisoned herself.
Why are you so mad at me?
I'm the least educated in this family.
Got married during my final year in college.
Didn't finish my studies.
Everyone here talks about serious stuff.
Their conversations...
are about communism or some other serious stuff.
Most of the time, I don't get what they're saying.
I've worked hard to fit into this family.
And you're already like them.
The one who reads the front-page news.
It took me 15 years to make my place.
But you made yours in 15 minutes.
Besides...
I couldn't conceive a son.
(sombre music)
Arun is like a son to me.
If you get married to him,
I'll lose him.
I take time to understand what's right and wrong.
But once I do,
I fight for what's right.
I was wrong this time.
Sorry.
Don't worry.
I'll teach you how to manage the household.
I went to the pride parade...
because the person who is wronged
can't stand up for themselves.
They get scared.
They go quiet.
So someone else has to stand up for them.
I don't get all this heavy talk.
Tell me whom to fight. I'll handle the rest.
Relax.
Kamlesh will handle it.
And...
One more thing.
Arun is innocent.
Don't hurt him.
I won't spare you if you do.
What if Arun does wrong?
My Arun can never be wrong.
(ambient music)
(man vocalising)
(vocalising continues)
(music fades away)
(man) So Arun?
Where are your plans for honeymoon?
No plans yet.
What do you suggest?
- Potency pill! - Potency pill?
There's only one thing to do on your honeymoon.
A lion catches its prey
- at the first chance. - (Arun chuckles)
And a real man hunts on the first night.
- You know, right? - (all laugh)
(indistinct laughter)
Arun?
Yes, Kamlesh.
- I'll be right back. - Okay.
Father is asking when you'll be done.
- Kamlesh-- - Got you some juice.
What is this? Put it on the table.
Come on.
This is for you.
Are you crazy?
You'll get a tight slap!
Drink with your friends.
I want to drink with my best friend.
Please don't say no.
Is this what I taught you?
Of course not.
This is on me.
Why should you be the only one to teach me?
You've taught me such good habits.
Now let me teach you some bad habits.
Please.
Please?
Okay, fine.
Let's drink.
Get me some water.
I'll have to mix it, right?
Seriously! You're super cute.
This is a lady's drink.
Have it neat.
This is a man's drink. Whisky.
I'll have this.
I'll have this too.
This is a guy's drink.
I've got you your drink. Have that.
I see! You're so hot-tempered.
Fine. Cheers!
(bottles clink)
Can I ask you something?
Kamlesh.
I won't forget you once I get married.
But--
You'll always be Mom's favourite daughter-in-law.
- And-- - Dad's too.
Go on. You're not letting me speak.
I know what you're going to ask.
So why should I wait?
Right.
It's not a big deal.
We're so close. You'd obviously know.
You're my son, after all.
(watch alarm beeping)
This watch is such a bother.
Take it off.
Oh!
You gifted it to me.
I'll never take it off.
Come here.
Your friends are smoking.
Can I get a drag?
Kamlesh.
- Okay, no problem. - (Sukumar) Kamlesh, where are you?
Father is calling me.
Hurry! Let's finish this. Cheers!
Hmm.
- (chanting in Sanskrit) - (fire crackling)
(enchanting music)
(song playing in Sanskrit)
(all clapping)
- (song fading away) - (oil sizzling)
(upbeat music plays)
♪ My brother-in-law Is out in the sun ♪
♪ But I feel the burn ♪
♪ My sister-in-law is smart ♪
♪ My brother-in-law, sweet and shy ♪
- (upbeat music) - (women laughing)
♪ My brother-in-law Is out in the sun ♪
♪ But I feel the burn ♪
♪ Smart is my sister-in-law ♪
♪ My brother-in-law, sweet and shy ♪
♪ He's got the looks of a king ♪
♪ And has a heart of an angel ♪
♪ He's got the looks of a king ♪
♪ And has a heart of an angel ♪
♪ Sister-in-law has found a hubby One of a kind ♪
(lock clicks)
(Arun humming)
Kamlesh gave this to me.
She has the same one.
Literally, the same.
And one, two...
(gentle music)
♪ Lucky is my sister-in-law ♪
♪ My brother-in-law's amazing ♪
♪ Lucky is my sister-in-law ♪
♪ My brother-in-law's amazing ♪
♪ Very, very handsome ♪
♪ Very encouraging ♪
♪ Very, very handsome ♪
♪ Very encouraging ♪
♪ Lucky is my sister-in-law ♪
♪ My brother-in-law's amazing... ♪
- (gentle music) - Now that you're in front of me...
It's just...
You're so sexy, Pooja.
- Arun. - Yeah, tell me.
(gentle music continues)
- I'm not feeling well. - (eerie music)
I'll make you feel better.
Right away.
Uh...
You'll be absolutely fine.
I've had a fever all day.
I'll be your cure.
I took medicines.
- Feeling better? - No.
I'll take care of that.
- Now? - Arun...
♪ He is born of his mother ♪
♪ But I brought him up ♪
♪ Smart is my sister-in-law ♪
♪ My brother-in-law, sweet and shy ♪
♪ He is born of his mother ♪
♪ But I brought him up ♪
♪ Smart is my sister-in-law ♪
♪ My brother-in-law, sweet and shy ♪
I haven't been well...
Hmm?
- What? - Please.
- I'm here for you. - I'm not okay.
I'll be fine if I rest up.
It's our first night, baby.
It'll be magical.
(snaps fingers) Just like that! Got it?
You saw the magic of the snow globe?
How the music started playing on its own?
You'll be fine just like that.
- It's nothing. - If I get some rest,
I'll be fine tomorrow.
- You'll be fine right now. - Arun, no.
- Arun, please, please... - You'll be fine in no time.
♪ You're blessed To find a home so rare ♪
♪ Sister-in-law Give all your love and care ♪
- What happened, Kamlesh? - What is it?
♪ Lucky is my sister-in-law ♪
♪ My brother-in-law's amazing ♪
♪ Lucky is my sister-in-law ♪
♪ My brother-in-law's amazing ♪
♪ Very, very handsome ♪
♪ Very encouraging ♪
♪ Very, very handsome ♪
♪ Very encouraging ♪
It'll be just like magic, baby.
- Arun, please... - Hmm?
Please... I can't do it... (gasps)
- Arun, no. - Baby.
- Arun, please-- - Come to me.
Arun, no! No...
Let's do it tomorrow. I promise.
Arun!
- Arun, no! Please, please... - (Arun chuckles)
♪ My brother-in-law's amazing ♪
♪ Lucky is my sister-in-law ♪
♪ My brother-in-law's amazing ♪
♪ Very, very handsome ♪
♪ Very encouraging ♪
♪ Very, very handsome ♪
♪ Very encouraging ♪
(song continues)
(Pooja groans)
(Pooja wailing)
(muffled screams)
(dramatic music intensifies)
No!
(chanting prayers)
I bow to you, O Goddess Subhadra!
(suspenseful music)
Pooja!
(music intensifies)
(chanting prayers)
Pooja!
(suspenseful music swells)
("Suhagan Bhooki Pyaasi Re" playing)
(song continues playing)
(song ends)