Does he know her desire?
Or does he not?
Or does he pretend to not know?
Siva!
Stop.
Don't disturb me.
I'm just following your script.
You're the one disturbing me.
Siva!
So…
Shall I stop?
Or not?
Siva.
Vishwa will be here any moment.
Please go. Please.
Let the old man come.
He'll learn romance.
Siva.
Go.
He'll never know how to make you happy.
Do you…
know what I need?
Siva!
You're early.
It's 6:30! I didn't even realize.
If you're busy with your story, we will cancel the party.
No, Vishwa. Just got into the writing flow and…
To hell with your work.
Everyone will be here at seven o'clock. It's already bloody 6:30.
Relax, Vishwa.
The arrangements are done. I just need to change.
-Five minutes. -And listen.
Don't overdo it like last time.
You're the mother of two kids, with a third on the way.
Remember that.
I'm just wearing a sari.
What can be simpler than that?
-Don't you dare get sarcastic with me. -It's hurting, Vishwa.
-Happy anniversary! -Happy anniversary, Vishwa and Meera.
-Congrats, Vishwa and Meera. -Happy anniversary, Vishwa and Meera.
Happy anniversary, Vishwa and Meera!
Brother, Meera, smile.
Super. Got it.
You finally invited me home.
Thank you. I'm glad you came.
It's taken you a year to give me a party.
Never believe his compliments. He says it to all his girlfriends.
You know what?
Vishwa was the most happening, good-looking dude in college.
Girls went crazy.
But now… Sorry, I'm a little drunk.
She has taken the glamorous title over you.
I mean, look at her, bro.
Does she look like a mother of two?
She looks like a glam queen.
What nonsense! Vishwa still looks so handsome, like George Clooney.
Vishwa, don't listen to him.
-I don't agree with him. -Brother.
And… no more drinks for this guy, okay?
-Okay. -Come on, bro.
-Seriously. -Get married now!
Nine years of marriage, two kids. Third on the way.
You're still struggling, right?
-That-- -So…
Age doesn't matter. Fitness. That's it.
Hat-trick party this time is on you, okay?
-Cheers. -Yeah?
You really have some guts, Meera.
One delivery was all I could manage.
Don't know how you're going to manage the third one.
Practice.
Before you're done sending the first to school, second is ready.
Before you could catch your breath with the second, the third is ready.
Good Lord, I could never do it. Hat's off to you.
Kids' torture is easier to manage than the husband's.
That's a point.
Your hand…
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Meera.
So he hit you again?
Why do you tolerate this?
-Just meet a good divorce lawyer. -I can't, Shobha.
-Think about your kids. Why don't you-- -That's why.
He would rather kill me.
He won't let me go.
You know him.
Hello, hello!
What's the goss, ladies? Tell me too.
Beautiful, don't hide it from me.
Hello, Abbas.
That beautiful smile.
Cheating, Meera ji, cheating.
You entranced me with your smile and made me forget what I asked you.
-Amazing, I say. -Two drinks down Abbas?
Your flirting levels are giving it away.
To flirt with Meera…
I wouldn't need to be high.
-I'm an artist! A creator! -Yeah.
A connoisseur of beauty.
Whatever I do, I'll be open about it.
-What say, beautiful? -You're impossible, Abbas.
I know, I know. Meera ji, question.
What secrets are you hiding behind that beautiful smile of yours?
-You want to know? -Of course.
Don't tell anyone.
I have a lover.
I am no longer high.
Oh, my God! This is getting interesting, tell me.
Husband and a lover, how do you manage?
Without letting your husband know…
make your husband your lover.
I can't win with a writer.
I give up!
Abbas.
Care to speak to others?
We can also entertain you.
I hate you, Vishwa. I'm jealous of you, man.
You have such a beautiful wife, that too a talented writer.
Kids, such a lovely house… You have it all.
Not fair, man. Not fair.
Nothing happens by accident, my friend. It is all hard work.
I agree. I can't argue with you on this.
And by the way, since you both are here, I have some good news.
What?
I sent your draft to my publisher friend…
Yes, yes! And you know what, Vishwa? I should tell you this.
He's in love with her writing, man.
Anytime now, Meera, you know, you might get a wonderful deal, okay?
-Super! -Wrote anything new lately?
Just random…
Vishwa, do you read her work?
-No. -You didn't? Come on, you should.
And there's one more reason.
Writers reveal their deepest secrets through their characters, okay?
Particularly women writers.
I know all your secrets now, Meera.
-What? -What? Come on.
Madam, the kids refuse to sleep.
-If you could come… -I will.
-Mary, I'll come. -No, I'll go.
No, no. Enjoy yourselves.
Cut the drama.
I know you're enjoying the attention. Carry on.
-Shobha, what else? -As usual, Abbas. Office and back home.
You haven't come to the gallery yet.
If you give me a painting for free, I'll be there tomorrow.
-It's like your own gallery! -Meera!
-I'll pick the most expensive one. -Done.
Anything?
-Guys, I'll just see you in a second. -Okay.
Why aren't we asleep yet? What do you want, Your Honor?
You'll have to tell us a story.
-Is that all? Okay. Which story? -Iron Man story!
Iron Man story!
Are you crazy? Why did you come here?
I can't bear this anymore, Meera. I can't be without you.
Vishwa could kill us.
Please, please go!
I want Frozen story, Daddy.
You want Frozen story? Okay, you'll get Frozen story.
Girls are silly, Daddy. Iron Man is so strong.
Don't say that. Girls are strong too.
-Aditi, show me your muscles. -Oh, my!
Oh, my!
She could thulp us both if she got angry.
You have to be careful with girls.
Tell me the truth.
Can you live without me?
Siva, please.
Please try and understand. Please leave.
You've been married nine years.
Why haven't you been able to forget me? Tell me why, Meera.
Look here.
Baby, please.
Okay, then. Let's do this.
Take Mary Aunty to your room and choose a book.
I'll meet Mummy's and my friends and be back in ten minutes. Okay?
-Promise? -Pinky promise.
Okay. Run away with me.
I can't. Are you mad?
Meera, I wasn't financially ready then.
But things have changed, Meera.
I can take you anywhere.
Let's live the life we wanted to, okay?
Meera ji.
-Go. Go. -Meera!
-I was looking for Mary. -Mary is with the kids.
I forgot.
Ladies and gentlemen!
-Come join me for a few minutes, please. -Yeah, coming.
Coming, Abbas.
Vishwa, Vivek, Shobha, come on! Everybody, join me.
-Coming. -Come on, quickly! Hurry up, man!
Thanks for joining. Thank you so much. Vishwa, come on.
To my dearest friend, Vishwa,
and his gorgeous wife, the queen of hearts, Meera.
-This is my anniversary gift. -Interesting.
Of course, with lots and lots of love. Meera ji, come on.
-Come on, I say. Come on. -Oh, God.
-Yes. -Wow!
This is awesome, Abbas.
-Beautiful. -Nice, nice.
-Abbas, my birthday is coming up. -Beautiful.
Do you know the greatest scam in God's creation?
He gave all the beauty to women and left men with eyes to behold.
But I gave the woman in my painting
unsurpassed beauty that even women would envy.
What do you say, Meera ji?
-She's beautiful. -Thank you.
It's beautiful, Abbas.
But her eyes look a lot like Meera's.
Is that her? Really?
-I don't think so. No. -Does it look like me?
No.
No. Look at those eyes and look at these eyes, man.
Hey! That's her. That's you, Meera.
-Are you sure? -Yes!
Only the tattoo on her back is missing.
Oh, crap…
Sandeep.
He's just gotten too drunk.
-Is he okay? -Are you fine?
Yeah, yeah. Cool.
Let's do that.
Thank you. Thank you so much for coming. Bye.
You should go and apologize to Sandeep.
He didn't eat dinner either.
He was weeping.
He's a grown-up man.
You shouldn't have behaved like that. At least not in public.
You're eyeing him next, are you?
What?
Earlier… what did you say?
Your lover should always be with you…
so your husband should become your lover?
Correct? Good.
How many husbands do you have?
You've completely gone mad, Vishwa.
You've lost it.
It's not me but Abbas who has gone mad. Over you.
-And you like it, don't you? -Stop it, Vishwa!
Abbas is your friend.
Then why the fuck has he painted you?
That is not me!
Don't fucking lie to me, bitch! I will kill you!
The only reason that didn't fall on you…
is because you're carrying my child.
I'm letting you go because of the baby.
What have I not done for you?
Don't fucking walk away when I am talking to you!
Give it… Give…
And there's one more reason.
Writers reveal their deepest secrets through their characters.
-Vishwa! It's mine! It's mine! -Give it to me!
-Get the fuck out of my way, bitch! -Vishwa!
Open the door, Vishwa!
Vishwa, open the door!
Every lie has an iota of truth. Every truth, an iota of a lie.
A girl's life before her marriage always trails her like a shadow.
A beautiful memory.
Your touch. Your words. Your kiss.
I'd never be able to forget.
Not that I want to.
He may be my husband on paper.
He thinks he owns me.
But he doesn't know a secret, something we alone know.
The child is yours. He's the father only in name.
Why is it taking so long? What? How much longer?
Why is a small test taking this long? Where's your MD?
Call the supervisor!
-I want to talk to him right now! -Okay, sir.
Go!
-Next Thursday is our appointment. -Don't you dare skip it.
Meera!
-Hey! -Brother, what a pleasant surprise.
-Is everything okay? -Yeah.
-Just a routine checkup. -Okay.
What?
And you're here…
Good news. Shobha's pregnant.
-Congratulations. -Thank you.
Meera, won't you congratulate us?
-Congrats. -Thanks.
Mr. Vishwa?
Sir, this is regarding your paternity test.
You need to understand it takes minimum two to three weeks to finish.
This is just a collection center. Samples are sent to the forensic lab.
Once we receive it, we will inform you. I hope I'm clear?
Thank you.
-What? Paternity test? -I think she has mistaken us for…
-Come. Bye. -Bye.
Brother…
-What? -What's going on?
It's all because of you.
Why did you have to write such bullshit?
That's a story, Vishwa.
Bloody fiction. How did you think it could be real?
Because of you!
Because you bloody don't make me feel secure!
I don't make you feel secure?
You keep making me pregnant.
Two years, two kids.
When did you even leave me alone?
You suspect that if I had time, I'd have lots of affairs.
You're destroying my body.
-You have even raped me. -What the…
How much more security do you need?
I knew it all, Vishwa.
I knew. But not even once, I said no.
For you. For the kids.
That's not enough for you?
My loyalty cannot be proven by this DNA test!
Anyway…
If you think I cheated on you…
why should it be this baby?
It could've been one of the other two as well.
-What's this game, uncle? -You didn't know this one?
Take it.
I made these drumsticks especially for you.
Thanks.
You have to taste it.
They're great.
Now look, tilt it slightly to the left.
Which game is this?
-Not him, catch the other guy. -Wow.
-Got it? -Very good.
That's it.
Guys, it's getting cold.
-Eat. -It's okay. We'll eat.
-No phones on the table. Give it to me. -You play.
Eat properly.
Hey, the curry is really tasty, Meera. Thanks.
Hey! Finish it and go!
Dad, I want an iPad.
Dad, I want an iPad. Mom!
Oh, my God!
Sorry. Sorry. Sweetheart.
Come. Sorry, sorry. Are you okay?
You aren't hurt, right?
I'm sorry.
Brother, what's wrong with you?
Why do you care? He is my son!
-Is he your son? -Vishwa, stop.
Are you sleeping with my wife? Are you fucking my wife?
-Are you sleeping with my wife? Tell me! -Vishwa! The kids!
The kids are watching this.
What's happening to me, Meera?
I pushed Teja!
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
Something is happening to me.
I'm sorry, Meera.
Vishwa, enough!
How do I make you trust me?
They're all yours.
Tell me the truth. I don't need anything else.
I won't say anything.
Just tell me which one!
Vishwa, you're torturing me because of a story I wrote.
Since we got married,
there's no other man except you in my life.
For God's sake, please believe me.
The other day, you said so in the car…
Vishwa, that was in anger.
I lost it that day.
Please, tell me. Please.
I won't mistake you.
I won't say anything, Meera. Please, Meera.
Vishwa, you're just too stressed.
-You need to relax. -I can't.
Please, tell me the truth.
-Vishwa, please. You need to relax. -I won't ask you again. I'll sleep.
Please, Meera, tell me the truth.
-Sleep. -No, Meera. Please. I'll sleep, Meera.
Meera. Please, Meera.
Vishwa, please sleep.
Close your eyes.
Please.
Meera.
Vishwa, this will help you relax.
Tell me.
Take it.
-Meera, please tell me. -Vishwa, sleep.
Close your eyes.
Relax.
You don't come, I will.
He's fast asleep.
I've given him a pill. He won't wake up for eight to nine hours.
I'm coming.
Can't wait to see you.
Bye.
Meera…
Meera, where are you?
Meera?
Meera!
Meera?
Bastard!
Abbas!
Open the door, you bastard!
Abbas!
Open the door!
Where are you? Open--
-You bastard! -What happened?
Are you fucking sleeping with my wife?
-You bastard! -What's wrong with you?
What the fuck do you think of yourself?
-What's happening to you? -Where's my fucking wife?
-Stop it! -Where's that fucking bitch?
You fucking bastard!
How dare you sleep with my wife? You bastard!
You fucking die! Bastard!
Meera! Meera, where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you, you bitch? Come out!
Come out! Come and I will kill you!
Come, you fucking bitch!
Meera! Come out!
You, I'm gonna fuck…
Double up!
Did you attack Abbas?
Yes, I did.
What's the issue between the two of you?
He's sleeping with my wife.
But…
I was told he has a boyfriend.
Possible.
Doesn't matter.
Something is going on.
Did you see him with your wife?
No, but I just know it.
But you didn't see them together?
Because my wife is a damn bitch!
In ten years, I've never been happy.
It's been a torture.
Physically and emotionally.
He just keeps suspecting everyone.
Abbas is his friend.
Not mine.
If he loses his temper, he can't even control it.
So many times I've felt like he'd have killed me.
My wife and my kids are my world.
If anyone gets near them…
I'll kill them.
He's totally a lunatic, ma'am.
Meera's a writer, a very good mother.
I was just trying to help her…
to get her book published.
If anyone spoke to her or became close to her,
he'd get irritated.
In fact that painting is…
That's just my imagination.
He refused to believe that I have nothing to do with her.
He hit me like a psychopath.
What did I do wrong?
I work hard all day just for them.
What does a husband need from his wife?
Just emotional security.
That fucking bitch ruined it all!
Vishwa is a distant relative.
I'm working as his apprentice
and have been living with them for two years.
Meera treated me like a younger brother.
And he thought…
It's disgusting.
Sir is a good man, but if he loses his temper,
he's unpredictable.
Ma'am, Vishwa always had temper issues.
I've seen marks on Meera's body.
I suggested she divorce him,
but she refused because of the kids.
I hit him on purpose! I'll beat that bastard again, if I see him!
I'll kill that bastard! That's the bloody truth!
Vishwa, I can't do anything if you speak like this.
Even getting a bail is impossible.
Brother, be reasonable, try to understand the situation.
-Brother, listen-- -You shut the fuck up!
Go! Get out! And, you!
Whatever it costs, get me out of here!
You fuckers! Do it, man!
It's become very complicated, Meera.
He has no remorse.
He's saying he did it all on purpose.
He's not at all feeling guilty.
If he could say he was drunk or something,
we could deal with the case.
It looks like a straight attempt to murder case.
Five to seven years minimum jail term.
What if we prove that Vishwa is mentally ill?
He isn't agreeing. He says he was fully aware of his actions.
Simple case, madam. Why are you thinking so much?
She is 18 years younger than him. A pretty wife.
He is suspicious and insecure. He can't control his temper.
All statements corroborate.
Fights increased when he was drunk.
She feared Vishwa would murder her.
It somehow feels like he's just going crazy.
So many times I've felt like he'd have killed me.
That's all. It's very clear, ma'am.
Exactly.
It's just too perfect.
Too clear. Too perfect.
Something is not really right.
And now, in local news.
Business tycoon Vishwa Mohan
has been sentenced to a seven-year jail term
for the attempted murder of well-known painter, Abbas Ali.
This case has created a sensation in the social circles of Hyderabad.
Vishwa Mohan is the CEO of KR Enterprises
which is one of the leading real estate companies
in the Telangana region.
-Now over to my colleague, Sunaina… -Teju.
-…reporting live from… -Aditi, come. It's getting late.
Mamma, when will Daddy come?
Dad has gone to America. He'll be back for summer holidays.
But Daddy asked you guys not to be naughty.
-Okay. -We'll be good. Ask him to come soon.
Okay.
Come. Go.
-Bye, Mom! -Bye, Mummy!
Don't let his strength scare you, okay?
You can change his strength into weakness.
Lust
Rage
Betrayal
Desire
Misery
Emptiness
Fear fades away…
These bind you like chains
Conquer them and make them your weapons
Victory that overcomes fear
Bravery in the guise of betrayal
Unleash your might
And the world shall be at your feet
Battle your fears within
Bastard!
And you shall seek your salvation within
Whatever path you take
May the world sing your praises
Choose your own path
Make your smile blossom
You're destined to change your destiny
You shall script your own fate
You're destined to change your destiny
You shall script your own fate