'Ganpati Bappa!'
'Morya!'
'Ganpati Bappa!'
'Morya!'
-Ganpati Bappa! -Morya!
-Mangal Murti! -Morya!
-Ganpati Bappa! -Morya!
Purvi, the decoration is excellent.
And the idol is really adorable.
Thank you, sir. Here's the offering, sir.
You've made more 'modaks', right? I'll finish these at lunch.
There's a lot of food.
There's 'kheer', 'puranpoli', 'halwa', food.
Sir, let's go. Let's eat.
Yes, sir. Let's go quickly. Let's do what needs to be done.
Before someone calls us.
Let's go and eat.
Should I start?
-Yes. -Yes.
Just one. Yes!
Wow, Purvi!
I didn't know you could cook so well.
Really, it's impressive.
After working all day,
you manage so much.
And you made this yourself.
Sir, everything gets arranged for Bappa.
He comes once a year.
I have been waiting for this day for a long time.
This year, Bappa didn't come to my house for a day and a half.
He came for three days.
Only three days?
So, we'll get 'puranpoli' for only three days?
No, sir. Bappa is at my house for three days.
But in society, Bappa is for five days.
So, the 'puranpoli' supply will continue for five days.
That's the spirit!
-Ganpati Bappa! -Morya!
Sir, hurry up. The phone's ringing.
Okay.
We'll be there.
Ms Swati.
Yes.
Sir, I'm Swati.
Mrs Kumar. I called you.
We'll meet you in a while.
I don't see
any physical injury from the outside.
The body temperature seems fine.
The body hasn't started stiffening yet.
Although this jaw is getting tight.
Yes.
So, he's been dead for about one and a half to two hours.
Everything around seems fine.
There are no visible signs of a struggle.
-Could it be a heart attack? -It's possible.
It's not a heart attack, sir. It's a murder.
Why do you think it's a murder?
It's been happening for the past few days, sir.
Someone was trying to kill him.
And the killer has succeeded in their plan.
What could have happened to them?
For the past few weeks,
some strange incidents
kept happening with Kumar.
As if someone is trying to kill him.
One day,
Kumar was watching something on his phone during rehearsals.
-'Muskan! -Muskan!'
-'Muskan. -Guruji!'
-'Guruji! -Are you okay? Pick her up.'
'Take her there.'
'Okay.'
'Sit down, Muskan. Get some rest. I'll take care of the rest.'
'Guruji!'
-'Are you hurt? -What happened, Kumar?'
And then, another incident happened.
'Say a few words on this happy occasion, Guruji.'
'A few words.'
'The world has started giving long lectures over a few words.'
'That's it. A few words.'
-'Kumar! -Guruji!'
'Kumar!'
-'Kumar, what happened? -Guruji!'
-'Kumar, are you okay? -I'm fine.'
It didn't stop there, sir.
Kumar was taking his car to a function.
So, his car's brakes failed.
That was a close call.
I tried a lot to explain to him
that someone is trying to kill him.
We should go to the police.
But every time, he just laughed off what I said.
He would say, 'It's just a coincidence.'
'Why would anyone try to kill me?'
That's what he used to think.
Three life-threatening attacks.
That too, in a gap of two to three weeks.
This can't be a coincidence.
What do you think?
Why would anyone want to kill Guruji?
Did he have any conflicts with anyone? Did he have any enemies?
How would we know, sir?
Who's holding a grudge, and why?
Sir, he was exhausted.
He wanted to retire.
And this happened.
Yes, sir. In fact, Guruji was going to make
Muskan his successor.
She is sir's best student.
It's not like that, sir.
All the students are very talented.
They are deserving.
If Guruji would have given anyone his place,
anyone would happily take it
and move forward his legacy…
Enough!
None of this matters now.
Go away.
Kumar Narayanam, sir.
He grew up in Tamil Nadu.
He trained there for Bharatanatyam.
At the age of 15, he started a solo performance.
By the age of 20, he started his own dance academy.
Abhinay Aangan Academy.
He earned
a lot of respect and awards in his life.
He was a simple-living, high-thinking person.
Apart from being a talented dancer and teacher,
he was also an environmentalist.
He raised his voice against plastic pollution.
And for this, he had filed
numerous PILs and RTIs in court.
-Sir. -Yes.
Sir, look at this.
What's this?
Look at this, sir. His social media account.
It has a lot of posts about the environment.
Especially videos about banning plastic.
What kind of comment is this?
'You'll die a miserable death, old man.'
What kind of a message is this?
Mr Kumar
was against the use of plastic.
That's just how social media is.
People troll a lot.
This has happened to me, too.
I've received so many fake marriage proposals. I can't tell you.
One minute.
Sir, most messages are like that.
Either abusive or threatening.
And most of the comments are made by youngsters.
Exactly!
Today's generation is very aware of the environment.
And yet, such messages.
And there are more than 5000 likes on this comment.
'Guruji, there is still time.'
'Apologise to Rasa.'
'Otherwise, they will kill you.'
Who is this Rasa?
Whoever they are, it seems they had an old feud with the teacher.
Something is definitely wrong.
But what?
Did Salunkhe say anything about the body?
No, sir. He is not answering his phone.
What?
Salunkhe is not answering his phone?
Where did Salunkhe go?
Salunkhe.
Hey!
-Hey! -Sir.
Salunkhe? Get water quickly.
What happened to him?
Salunkhe sir.
Hello.
Ambulance?
Who is it?
Hey! You!
I was sleeping so well after such a long time.
And you unnecessarily disturbed me.
Since when did you start sleeping during the day? Get up.
Where are my spectacles? Give me my spectacles.
Here.
-He has become old. -Hey!
-This is all Purvi's fault. -Why?
Where am I at fault?
She always sends something to eat.
You know this time,
she sent such a big box of 'puranpoli'.
With instructions. Do you know what was written in it?
It was written,
'First, apply good desi ghee on 'puranpoli'.'
'Then eat it with thick hot milk.'
Daya, it was so tasty.
I ate four 'puranpoli'.
Four 'puranpoli'?
A whole force could finish it, sir. Did you eat alone?
Am I less than the force?
Showing off?
-Sir. -Yes.
Did you keep the 'puranpoli' or finish it all?
Why would I keep it?
-What is this? This is wrong, sir. -What is wrong?
You ate all the 'puranpoli' and fell asleep.
And what about Guruji's body?
No!
Salunkhe doesn't do that, boss.
First work, then rest.
I have found out about him.
What did you find out?
Your doubt is absolutely correct.
He had a heart attack.
But his wife, Swati, has a valid point too.
-This is a murder. -What?
That means someone has given him a heart attack.
Absolutely.
In his blood sample,
I found a chemical called Oxivorin.
-Oxivorin? -Yes.
Do you know what Oxivorin does?
It is used to make pulp
in a paper factory.
If this Oxivorin is given to a person,
it slowly turns into poison.
And this chemical is given to him through sweets.
That's it. Oxivorin did its job in just a few hours.
Sir, I have found out about this Rasa.
His social media account is Rahul Salsa.
He is a dancer.
He was Guruji's student, sir.
His fans call him Rasa.
Rahul's 'Ra', Salsa's 'Sa'.
Rahul was Mr Kumar's student.
were threatening Guruji.
-Daya, do one thing. -Sir.
See what rhythm
Rahul is dancing to these days.
-Abhijeet. -Sir.
Let's see.
All the attacks on Mr Kumar,
did Rasa and his fans do them,
or were they just accidents?
If you want to stay fit like me,
eat this and stay healthy.
You need a lot of strength.
The juice will be served soon.
Meanwhile, shall we talk?
Sir, he narrowly escaped that day.
Sir, his car had hit the tree really badly.
Tell me, how did the brakes fail?
They didn't fail, sir. Someone had deliberately
cut the brake wire with a pliers.
I had told Swati ma'am about it,
but she didn't pay attention.
Instead, she told me
to get the insurance claim done.
So I kept that brake wire safe, sir.
Look at this, sir.
You did a good job.
What is this? What are these white things?
I didn't do anything, sir.
I just gave it to you as it was.
Okay. You can go.
Purvi, send this to the forensic lab for Dr Salunkhe.
-See what we can find out. -Yes, sir.
Sir, the person you called is here.
Okay.
Sir, this is Mangesh. He is an electrician.
He worked on Guruji's car as a wiring technician.
Sir, why did you call me?
Mangesh, tell us. How did the light behind
Guruji's head fall? And where did the current come from in the mic?
There's no fault of mine or my men in this, sir.
I checked his netball after the light fell.
Someone deliberately loosened it.
Otherwise, it can't fall, sir.
And the mic?
Someone deliberately put the wire of the mic in the electric shocker.
So that the current passes.
Sir, even a novice electrician wouldn't do a job like this.
Come on, sir.
He didn't look this sad when he was selling 'churan'.
That's my job, sir.
I can't make the agency lose money because of my personal loss, right?
You don't know, sir.
Ever since Guruji left,
I've been going through a lot.
Yes. We can see how sad you are about Guruji's death
from your posts on the internet.
Sir, it's not me. It's my fans.
Why are your fans reacting like this? There must be a reason, right?
Whatever I am today
is because of Guruji's blessings.
He was more than a guru to me.
But sir, I'm a modern man.
I enjoy engaging
with contemporary things and modern art.
That's why I did a fusion of hip-hop
and western music with Bharatanatyam.
It created a considerable buzz on the internet.
-'Rahul, what is this? -What happened, Guruji?'
'What happened? This is what you made'
'of the dance training I gave you.'
'Bharatanatyam is not just a classical dance.'
'It's a blessing from God.'
'You've disrespected Natraj's'
'sacred art by mixing it'
'with western music.'
'But Guruji, art speaks for itself.'
'I just wanted to give Bharatanatyam a new direction, a new thought.'
'Quiet!'
'And keep this thought of yours to yourself.'
'You… Get out of here!'
I don't know how that fight between me and Guruji
got leaked on the internet.
And that's when my fans started hating him.
-Where were you on the day of the murder? -In Delhi.
-I went there for some personal work. -Okay!
Sir, here are my flight tickets.
That's fine.
You can't go out of the city
-until this case is solved. -Okay, sir.
The CID is active.
Leave the city as soon as possible.
Sir.
Sir, Rahul was right about the fight getting leaked.
I spoke to the journalist who posted about this fight on social media.
They said that an unknown woman
told them about the fight between Rahul and Guruji.
I see!
And what about Rahul, who went to Delhi?
Sir, we have forwarded the details to the airport authority.
They will confirm and let us know.
Daya,
Rahul doesn't look innocent.
We should keep an eye on Rahul.
All the accidents that happened with Guruji
were planned, sir.
There was someone who was trying to kill him again and again.
And he finally succeeded.
Isn't it strange?
Why was someone after a Bharatanatyam teacher's life?
Why did they kill him?
There can only be one reason, Abhijeet.
Guruji had filed the PILs and RTIs,
maybe because of them,
he became enemies with someone.
-Sir. -Yes.
Sir, I have found out the details of Guruji's case.
There is a Mr Mukesh's factory
near Guruji's academy.
He makes things out of plastic there.
Oh!
And because of Guruji's PILs, the police had sealed his factory.
Because of this,
Mukesh was threatening Guruji.
Mukesh?
Pick Mukesh up.
Let's see
how real his threats are.
Here you go, sir.
This is for you.
For your kids.
If you don't have kids, then for the neighbours' kids.
If not for the neighbours' kids,
then for your relatives' kids.
It's not a bribe, sir. It's a gift.
When a person is happy,
he gives gifts.
And what are you happy about?
I am delighted.
Mr Kumar has died.
I am delighted.
Kumar Guruji
was a famous artist.
He made the country proud.
What does a person like you know about his value?
He must have. What do I have to do with it?
He was bent on shutting down my business.
While he was running the academy,
I used to have a lot of respect for him.
I swear.
But since he started,
Save the environment. Save the world.
Why did he have to do all this drama?
Every day, he'd find some excuse to shut down my factory.
And I would work so hard,
running from court to court, just to get it running again.
I have a family, sir.
-Oh! -I have to think about them, too.
Your plastic factory runs smoothly,
that's why you did this, right?
Why?
I won't lie, sir.
I tried a lot.
I even sent goons a couple of times.
He was as flexible on the outside…
He was tougher than he appeared.
Solid.
He didn't budge from his decision. He never wavered.
And when he showed no fear,
you had him killed.
Why would I kill him, sir,
when he was leaving the country?
What did you say?
Mr Kumar was leaving?
What kind of investigation is this?
Don't you know?
Mr Kumar and his wife
were moving to America.
Forever.
I was relieved
that I didn't have to make any effort.
And the obstacles in my path are being removed.
What are you rehearsing?
I thought all programmes were cancelled after Guruji's passing.
Yes, sir. But Guruji had prepared this performance
for the Ganesh festival in Dubai.
The programme was cancelled because Guruji is no more.
But this was the last dance he taught,
so I thought I would perform it in India in his memory.
By the way, you all are here… Did you find the murderer?
We shall find out.
And where is Mrs Swati?
There, in the accounts room.
Let's go.
I wish to finish
all the paperwork now.
-Okay… -I do not want to deal with it once…
Mrs Swati, you did not tell us in the last meeting
that Mr Kumar was leaving the country.
He did not wish to go.
I forced him.
Why force him?
He was attacked thrice, sir.
I was afraid.
What would I do if something happened to him?
I am a US citizen. I grew up there
and wanted to settle there,
so I was trying to persuade Mr Kumar.
His shows were mostly abroad, anyway…
It was our private matter, sir,
so I thought there was no need to share it with you.
Madam, we are still searching for Guruji's murderer,
trying to learn
why anyone would kill a Bharatanatyam teacher.
Who hated him?
Who stood to gain from his death?
Everything in his life
is part of our inquiry.
Do you understand?
Madam…
Madam, Nisha's phone is unreachable.
Shall we give her the steps to Mihika?
-Where has Nisha gone? -I do not know, sir.
We have tried for a long time,
her phone is switched off.
Very well, we shall check.
What is the matter with Nisha, sir?
Rasa?
Sir!
One moment.
Rahul was expelled from this academy,
then how did his hoodie turn up here?
This is a girl's hoodie, sir.
Then it must be Nisha's.
But how did she get Rahul's hoodie?
Why not, sir? Rahul is her elder brother.
-What? -Yes, sir.
Nisha was furious with Guruji
because Rahul was expelled…
If she were angry with Guruji,
why was she here at this academy?
She could've left with Rahul.
She was still a junior, sir.
She had much to learn
and could not find a better teacher
than our Guruji.
-Yes, Dr Salunkhe. -Yes, Abhijeet.
The brake wire you gave me,
I tested the powder on it.
It was the powder from
the foundation used for makeup.
All the dancers over there
must have used it.
On the night Guruji met with that car accident,
did Nisha perform?
Sir, not just Nisha, the whole dance group had performed.
All the dancers were present that night…
And they are all still here,
except Nisha.
-Huh? -Where is Nisha?
Nisha? I do not know, sir.
It has been a long while since we met. Why? What has happened?
Look… Do not talk nonsense.
You called her immediately after we had come to meet you.
-No. -Hey!
We have Nisha's call records.
You were the last one to ring her.
'CID officers are already alert.'
'Leave the city at once.'
-I know nothing, sir. -Is it?
Yes.
Hey!
Don't lie.
You went to Delhi. Why did you lie?
I got a call from the airport.
You had booked a ticket
but never boarded the flight.
I was scared, sir.
I thought you would arrest me for no reason.
Earlier, we had no reason…
Now you have given us every reason to put you in prison.
Tell us where Nisha is,
or you shall never dance again. Remember that.
Come.
Come along.
Come on.
Yes.
After you left,
Rahul called me.
He told me to run away.
What else could I do?
You know the first person to see a body
is always the one most suspected.
You cannot endure such questioning.
It is our duty to question, Rahul.
It does not mean we deem you a criminal.
And if you are innocent, why such fear?
No, sir.
That is not what Rahul meant.
He cares deeply for me and
cannot bear to see me troubled.
When I saw Guruji's body,
I was terrified.
And that's why I came back to Rahul
instead of running away alone
and switched off my phone.
Nisha, you're good at making excuses.
Along with dancing, did you learn acting too?
Each time Guruji was attacked, you were at the academy.
Sir, other dancers were there as well.
And why would I harm Guruji?
I had no reason to kill him.
There was a reason.
Guruji had expelled Rahul from the academy.
He despised Rahul.
No, sir. Not hatred. He loved him.
-What? -Yes, Rahul.
Guruji did cast you out of the academy in a moment of anger.
Yet he could never stop missing you.
He even grew fond of Rahul's dance and art.
He would secretly watch his fusion dance videos.
'Guruji?'
'Nisha?'
'Guruji, if you care so deeply for Rahul,'
'why not call him back?'
'You know?'
'Rahul longs for you just as much.'
'You know, Nisha,'
'Rahul is the most gifted student I have ever had.'
'There was a reason I cast him out.'
'Do not worry.'
'I will bring Rahul back when the time is right.'
'Truly, Guruji?'
'Once I retire,'
'who else will care for this academy?'
'Rahul will.'
'I have full faith in him.'
'Wait and see.'
'One day he shall take my name'
'and our classical dance form, Bharatanatyam,'
'to greater heights.'
Look at this.
From that day on, whenever Guruji watched his videos,
he would send them to me.
This… What have I done?
Guruji treated me like his own son.
-I used to… -What? What did you do to him?
-Huh? -Sir,
I went to see Guruji
the day I missed my flight to Delhi.
You had come to meet Guruji on the day he was murdered?
Yes, sir.
A journalist on social media told me
a girl from the academy had called him
and spoken of our quarrel.
So I went to clear the matter.
I thought Guruji and Swati ma'am had spread the story
to draw publicity through my name.
But believe me, sir.
I did not kill Guruji.
Rahul, you have lied so many times
that it is hard to believe a word you say.
Understand? You will remain in custody
until the case is solved. Do you get it?
Sir, if
Rahul did not kill him, then who did it?
No one seems to have a reason.
This case is tangled.
Which path should we follow? Who do we catch? I don't understand.
Lord Ganesha is with us, sir. He will guide us.
-Hail Lord Ganesha! -Hail Lord Ganesha!
-Come soon… -Next year!
This is the finest way to immerse
Lord Ganesha at home.
The seas and rivers remain free of pollution.
The idol is made of natural clay
and colour, sir.
So this water can be used for trees and plants.
Look. Wow!
This is how immersion should be done.
And the idol itself should be made the same way.
Purvi.
What is it?
The house feels empty once Lord Ganesha leaves, doesn't it?
Look, sir.
This place feels so empty
without Him.
That is natural.
Whenever someone departs, their space falls empty.
Yet
another always comes to take that place. Isn't it?
-Sir. -Yes.
After Guruji left,
his academy too
must have appeared empty like this.
And another will step in to claim his place.
Someone will surely come.
That could be the reason
behind Guruji's murder.
Yes, that could be it.
Sir,
Swati…
She was about to sign a sale agreement
with her lawyer, wasn't she?
What does she want to sell?
Guruji's property?
Sir, perhaps the academy itself.
But to whom?
Mukesh.
To Mukesh.
Mukesh from the plastic industry.
He was
after Guruji's life
for his academy's land…
Abhijeet.
Meet Swati.
Speak with her. She will
answer all the questions.
I hid this from you.
But sir, how could I tell you
that my family needed
money in the US.
And that's why I was convincing Kumar
to sell all his property in India
and shift to the US.
You must have sought buyers for the academy, too.
Yet Kumar accepted everything I said,
except that he would not sell the academy.
And I did not force him.
I agreed, sir.
But, sir,
on the very day Kumar was killed,
I received a message from Rajvardhan.
He wanted to buy the academy.
I thought, with Kumar gone
and me leaving for America,
selling it seemed wise,
even profitable, sir.
Who? Who is Rajvardhan?
Have you met him?
No, sir.
I haven't met him.
He is the father of one of our students.
A wealthy man
with paper mills in the South.
Paper mills? The very chemical that killed Mr Kumar
is used in such mills.
Which student's father is he,
this man who wanted the academy?
Sir, well…
Greetings, ladies and gentlemen,
I am glad to be with you today,
as is my CID team.
On this day of Ganesh Visarjan,
we asked Guruji's students
to present a Bharatanatyam
performance in front of us… For all of us…
And they agreed.
What makes it special is,
this performance
was choreographed by Guruji before he left.
That is why it holds such meaning.
Let us welcome
the Abhinay Aangan dance group for this performance.
Just now
Abhinay Aangan dance group has given a beautiful performance.
So…
Sir…
When Guruji's disciples have given a beautiful performance,
we too have a duty.
Our team
will now perform before you all.
Guruji Kumar Narayanam.
It is said that a son's destiny is glimpsed in his cradle.
So it was with Kumar,
who at fifteen
won recognition for his art worldwide,
and at twenty opened a Dance Academy.
Abhinay Aangan Nritya Academy.
He was noble in heart, intent on
raising his students
to surpass him.
But there was one
who never valued his kindness.
Rather than learning,
he burned with envy at the respect and recognition
that others received.
His anger and jealousy
grew so fierce
that he ended Guruji's life.
First, he dropped the light on Guruji at the studio…
Then…
He ran a live current through the microphone
To the extent that the student
even tampered with Guruji's car brakes.
A Guru is akin to God,
and a true disciple would give his very self.
Ekalavya cut off his thumb for Dronacharya,
yet this pupil
disgraced the tradition.
He killed him, poisoned him,
watched him writhe, and let him die.
And for what?
For this academy…
For his greed for wealth…
Lies!
I did not kill for wealth
or an academy.
I killed for my honour,
my self-respect.
Muskan!
Why?
He was our teacher.
-Because he betrayed me. -Betrayal?
He respected you deeply.
I left my home behind
to learn Bharatanatyam from him.
I worked ceaselessly,
became his finest student,
and cared for this academy
for the past two years.
All with the hope
that he would see my worth,
and grant me the place
that I deserved.
My place…
Then one day, I overheard him speaking with Nisha.
'After I retire,'
'who will lead the academy?'
'Rahul…'
'I have complete faith in him.'
He wished to pass his legacy to Rahul.
Rahul, the one who had deceived him.
Why should Rahul be his heir? Why?
Only because I am a woman,
unworthy in his eyes to take his place?
Then…
I could not endure
that Guruji
did not value me.
That's why,
if I do not receive something with respect,
I also know how to snatch it.
I stole the poison from my father's paper mill
and mixed it into the sweets.
That is why Guruji chose Rahul over you.
No one should be only a fine artist,
one must be a good human being as well.
Guruji always sought for that in his students…
A kind human…
He couldn't see that in you.
You lacked humanity.
All you carried was selfishness,
and with that
you killed the very Guruji
who was like a father to you.
No…
Take her away. father to you.