- 11 YEARS AGO - (woman) Big fat lady, number eight.
- Single line, anyone? - Not a single common number.
- (woman) Hurry! - What's this mark?
- What? - (woman) No cheating.
(soft music)
Pinky bit me.
(woman speaking in background)
Pinky just has two teeth.
Got lucky with number 16.
(Kamlesh clears throat)
Single number, seven.
(indistinct chatter)
(soft romantic music)
What?
Why didn't you tell her who bit you?
Because I'm not shameless.
Only a shameless woman would talk about
what happens in the bedroom.
I've got the most shameless sister-in-law.
Such a disgusting thought shouldn't even cross your mind.
Let alone say it out loud.
One thing's for sure, Arun can't do anything like this.
And secondly,
what you're saying is not possible.
Why not?
(tense music)
(exhales)
I have a wardrobe in my room.
Will you call me a thief if I take money out of it?
I'm not a wardrobe.
But you're his wife.
You got married to him.
It was a social marriage.
It's not legally registered yet.
I haven't signed the papers.
Do you know the duty of a wife?
Huh?
(dramatic music)
Do you know the meaning of consent?
Huh?
Do you?
No.
(sniffles)
Sorry...
(sobs)
I'm sorry to say this...
I have...
I've got the most dumbass sister-in-law.
(theme music)
(Arun's mom) Kamlesh brought her home.
- Hmm? - What a strange girl!
Ran away the day after her wedding.
Disappeared at the mention of honeymoon.
Husband and wife are meant to have these firsts.
Could it be something else?
These gifts are for six families.
Is she a... lesbian or something?
Glad you used the right word.
Kamlesh never gets it right.
- (Sukumar chuckles) - Stop joking.
Father.
Yes, come here.
- Did you call me? - Yes, sit.
Come on, sit.
Listen.
Send the fruit baskets to the Yadavs.
- The priest? - Transport business owner.
The one whose daughter eloped.
And these two
will go to the ADM and CMO's houses.
The other two for the battery dealer.
The one who got divorced?
(dramatic music)
- (walking stick clicks) - (sombre music)
Glad you're home.
Or people would've said the same about us.
"The sweets are from the man whose daughter-in-law ran away."
Tomato sauce. Pickle.
They're infamous for nothing.
The real stain is the one on reputation.
It doesn't come off easily in a country like ours.
Every married couple has issues.
But it should always stay private.
Got it?
I've worked hard to build a reputation.
Don't ruin it.
Hmm.
Listen.
They're going on honeymoon tomorrow, right?
- Yes. - Hmm.
Tell Kamlesh to pack their bags.
Pack meds and warm clothes too.
Go, my dear.
Go to your room.
Let's go.
Come.
(dramatic music)
Mom!
We just had a wedding in the family.
Don't want a funeral next.
Why are you having laddus?
Very bad!
Quiet!
(suspenseful music)
LUCKNOW CENTRAL SENIOR SECONDARY SCHOOL
CHARACTER CERTIFICATE ARUN SUKUMAR BHRAMAR
Kamlesh.
Do you want to send sweets to--
What happened?
Why did Arun get into a fight in college?
It's very common in college.
But why do you ask?
Was there some other reason?
What do you mean?
I mean...
Was it about a girl...
Where Arun was at fault...
Was it something like that?
Of course not.
Why are you asking all this?
I haven't done much in life.
I have no medals.
No degrees either.
Arun is all I have.
I pride myself
on having raised him well.
If he did something wrong,
I won't be able to take it.
(sombre music)
He's not in the wrong, is he?
Kamlesh.
Tell me what happened.
He's not, right?
He's not.
(dog barking)
Pooja.
Had dinner?
(tense music builds)
(tense music fades out)
(Pinky sobbing)
Why are you crying, Pinky?
My button came off.
- Oh, no! - She's been constantly crying.
Can't buy you a button early in the morning.
- Kamlesh! - Don't eat too much pickle.
- Are their bags all set? - Yes.
- Your breakfast is ready. - Forget that.
They'll miss their flight.
Why are you crying?
And where are they?
Pooja?
- Where is Pooja? - How should we know?
Where's Pooja, Kamlesh?
Is she inside...
Look at that.
Poor Arun!
Got stuck with a girl who keeps running away.
Who knows where she is?
- Who will go looking for her? - Pinky.
Where were you?
(sombre music)
Matches the dress?
- Sought your grandma's blessings? - Yes.
Bless you, my dear.
- Travel safe. - Sure.
Make sure you go on the cable car ride.
Okay.
Pooja.
Get going.
Come on, get in.
(tense music)
(car engine revs)
Bye.
Mom, what's AI?
I don't know.
When a computer has its own brain,
it's called AI.
How do you know?
It was on the front page of the newspaper.
Wow! Amazing!
(ominous music builds)
(Kamlesh tsks)
(Sona) This one's for you.
Uh...
Excuse me.
Sona.
(suspenseful music)
You... must be cussing...
What do you want?
Am I a dumbass?
Huh?
Please be honest.
You are.
It's not wrong to be a dumbass.
But it's wrong to flaunt it like a medal.
Stop doing that.
It's time to read the front-page news.
Pooja told you about me?
What else did she tell you?
(machine whirring)
(tense music)
You can ask her whatever you want.
Uh...
I got what consent means.
But does it apply to marriage as well?
Why don't you ask me directly?
Can a wife say no?
Marriage doesn't take away a person's right on their own body.
I see.
What if... she's already said yes?
Can she take it back?
Sexual consent is not a property deed.
Just because you've signed it once
doesn't mean it's valid for life.
Consent is necessary before every sexual act.
What if it is without consent?
Then it's called rape.
(tense music)
But marriage means giving up
body, mind and heart to your husband.
Every religion treats wives as their husbands' property.
There's a reason
why no religion was founded by a woman.
Every family thinks--
A boy from a good family would never do this.
Every family thinks they know their child well.
But that's not always true.
(dramatic music builds)
(music fades out)
Arun.
Baby.
See, such a cute picture.
I need to talk to you.
Sure, baby.
Sit.
Come here.
Come.
You...
I...
I am scared of you.
Hey.
No, baby.
Don't be scared.
No...
- You shouldn't be scared at all. - Uh...
- I don't want to be scared. - Don't be scared.
(Kamlesh breathing heavily)
- What... - Hmm?
What happened the first night...
Hmm.
I want to forget it all and start anew.
Forget it.
- I really want to start afresh. - Yes.
Let's start afresh.
- We'll start afresh. Come. - So...
Come to me.
Can we get
- to know each other first? - Come...
Of course, we can.
That's what we're doing.
Can we be friends first?
We're best friends already.
I... I want us to be friends.
Sure.
I know sex is important, Arun.
- Very important. - But there's more to a relationship.
But sex is...
Arun, I'm more than just a body.
Not a body, you're a diva.
Please... I'm talking to you...
I'm talking, Arun! Get off me--
- Baby-- - Arun, please!
(dramatic music builds)
(dramatic music continues)
(music fades out)
GOVERNMENT COLLAPSES
(ambient music)
(inaudible)
(pleasant music)
(music fades out)
(melancholy music)
Let's take a photo.
We'll send it to Mom and Dad.
And Kamlesh too.
Come.
Here we go.
(shutter clicks)
Aha!
Just a second.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Can you please click our photo?
(eerie music)
(shutter clicks)
(girl 1) We, women...
...go through a lot.
Every day.
We have to endure so much.
Life isn't easy for us.
My husband didn't even ask for my consent.
He forced himself on me.
I was so scared.
I was terrified.
I... dreaded the nights.
I feared...
he would come again and tear me apart.
(ominous music builds)
(girl 1) Everyone thought...
he was a perfect husband.
(melancholy music)
But only I knew what he really was.
I felt disgusted.
I hated...
I hated my life.
I used to think...
"Why me?
"Why am I still alive?"
I wanted to kill myself.
It was a great day, wasn't it?
Yes.
We bought a great jacket too.
Yes.
- The ropeway was fun. - Yes.
- I'll be back from the washroom. - Sure.
Freshen up fast.
Get ready.
(latch clicks)
(pants)
(tense music fades in)
(Arun humming)
- (breathes heavily) - (smacks the table)
Pooja.
(breathes heavily)
(water running)
Pooja?
Open up, baby.
(water splashing)
Pooja?
(bangs on the door)
(tense music builds)
I need some time.
Why?
(bangs on the door)
Pooja!
(bangs on the door)
Sorry, I won't be able to do it.
Why?
Why not?
(rapid bangs)
(tense music intensifies)
Pooja.
I'm asking you something.
(pounding on the door)
I've got my periods.
(tense music stops)
Damn it! Ruined my mood.
Show me.
(pounding on the door)
Show me, Pooja!
(melancholy music)
Open the door!
(tense music swells)
(loud bangs on the door)
(tense music stops)
Pooja is fine.
No need to come. We'll handle it.
Okay.
- You should've called sooner. - What to do...
Kamlesh is here. Kamlesh...
- Ladies' problem, Kamlesh. - (Sukumar) Yes.
She's bleeding a lot.
Can you talk...
Okay, sure.
I'll talk to Dad.
Dad.
(monitor beeps)
(ominous music)
Mom, is Aunt bleeding?
Yes.
- Where is she bleeding? - Pinky.
Come here.
Make a video call.
Father changed the topic today.
But what if she asks again?
It's okay. Tell her.
What will I tell her?
The world has developed so much.
Rockets. Cars. Ships. They've made everything.
But they couldn't come up with a word
so that a mother doesn't hesitate to explain to her child
why her aunt is bleeding.
I'm an adult.
Yet I'm embarrassed to tell her.
How will she tell others?
There should be a word.
That's easy to understand
and doesn't sound offensive.
(doctor) Excuse me.
Are you with the patient?
- Just a minute. - I'll be right back.
Namaste.
How are you related to the patient?
I'm her sister-in-law.
So much blood from periods...
That's not because of periods.
She has cuts down there.
Sorry?
She's got blade cuts on her vagina.
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
What's wrong?
You all go home.
I'll handle it.
- Bro-- - Dad, I'll stay back.
I'll be here...
No, Kamlesh is right.
Ahem.
Let her handle it.
We're taking Pinky with us.
Let's go.
Come on.
Kamlesh, is she okay?
(ominous music fades in)
(monitor beeps)
Easy there.
It's me.
Who did this?
Who did it?
I did it myself.
I was very tired.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Just the sight of the bed made me tremble.
I could do anything
to save myself from that trauma.
So I did it.
(ominous music)
You still think I'm lying, right?
Just hold a blade down there.
Ask yourself.
Would any woman
go through this pain just to keep up a lie?
(ominous music builds)
(music fades out)
(monitor beeps)
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
(music intensifies)
(tense music)
(music swells and stops)
(woman vocalising)
LUCKNOW CENTRAL SENIOR SECONDARY SCHOOL
CHARACTER CERTIFICATE
(paper rips)
(dramatic music builds)
(music swells and stops)