01x03 - Dikha denge apni power

[bunniefuu]

[melancholic music playing]

[music swells]

[birds chirping]

[melancholic music shifts to funky]

[music swells and fades]

Hi, Shlok.

So, Mom, how was it?

Don't ask. [sighs]

I'm completely traumatised
by Gaurav Gehlot and his family.

But, uh, I met
this other candidate. Sayonee.

I think she'll be perfect for Amul.

-[woman] Ma'am?
-Hmm?

Someone from the Board
has come to meet you.

At this hour? I'll be back.

-[pensive music playing]
-[footsteps receding]

[dramatic music playing]

[cell phone dings]

[Shlok] Sir, there's a single lady
who wants to adopt Amul.

She'll come to the orphanage tomorrow.

[exhales deeply]

[melancholic music playing]

Do whatever you want, Nehra.

-Amul belongs to me.
-[music fades]

[theme music playing]

[Gaurav's theme song plays]

Sir! Sir, please!

-[grunts]
-You can't force yourself in every time.

Sir!

Sir, please stop!

Hi, baby.

-Hey, hello! [snaps fingers]
-Hi, baby.

[brusquely] Excuse me, madam!

-This baby is not available. Put him down.
-Not available as in?

I mean, he's been pre-booked already.
[lovingly] Hi, my baby!

Come to me!

Look for some other baby.
There are so many kids here.

Look at him. He looks like a movie star.

-He'll suit you.
-[Sayonee] It's a baby.

Not a dress that will suit me well.

"Pre-book"?

"Not available."

How insensitive are you?

Huh? Mrs. Nehra herself
set up this meeting.

Mrs. Nehra is losing her memory.

It must have slipped her mind
that I am the one adopting Amul.

-Isn't it, Amul?
-[Amul coos]

-You're okay, baby?
-What are you talking about?

-Excuse me, who are you?
-[Nehra] Gaurav Gehlot?

-[dramatic music resumes]
-How dare you come here like this?

And who allowed him to pick up this child?

Just get out from here. Get out!

I'll call the police
if I ever see you here again.

-[mock gasps]
-[Amul coos]

You hear that? Aunty's gonna
call the police. Just like last time.

Yeah, hold him.

Just calm down, madam.

-As long as my son is here--
-Yes, but he's not your son.

He's not my son now.

But after the adoption, he will be.

That's never going to happen.
You have failed your HSR.

It was just the first attempt I failed.

I have another chance
to apply for Amul's adoption.

And you can't take that away from me.
I know the process.

-Just please come to my office right now.
-After you!

-Don't worry. I'll handle this.
-Please.

Hey, madam, look for another.
This one's mine.

Yeah, we'll see.

Madam, just do me a favour.

Why don't you please conduct
another house study in my new house?

Everything there is all new-new
and it's all safe-safe.

Even if you
repeat-repeat your words twice-twice,

I'm not gonna be
convinced-convinced, okay?

In fact, I'll never
be convinced by you, get it?

I will not allow you
to adopt Amul. Simple.

[music stops]

-You won't let it happen?
-[grunts dismissively]

[birds chirping outside]

Okay, then, no problem.

I really didn't want to do this,
but you've given me no choice.

[camera beeps]

This message is to the Women
and Child Development Board.

My name is Gaurav Gehlot.

I have failed my HSR in the first attempt.

-What are you doing?
-But according to your own rulebook,

under chapter number 3, clause number 12…

-What are you doing?!
-…it's mentioned that every candidate gets

two opportunities to apply.

As mentioned,
I have failed in my first report.

-I still have one more chance left.
-What is this?

CACA's chairperson Mrs. Romila Nehra,
she's telling me…

-Tell them why I can't adopt a child.
-What are you--

-Say something?
-Just shut up and stop this!

[music stops]

[children chatting happily outside]

[exhales sharply]

Here.

I'm giving you your second chance.

Well, madam, your nature
is quite similar to mine.

Very stubborn.

You don't agree to anything
the first time, correct?

[theme music playing]

♪ Single Papa Pa Pa Pa Pa Papa ♪

[vehicles zooming past]

[people chanting] Hail BKG!

[gushing breathlessly]

-Hail BKG!
-[woman 1] Hail BKG!

Hail BKG!

-[devotional song playing over speakers]
-[Meenu] Hail BKG!

What is this BKG, LKG, UKG?

Oh, BKG means "Brahmand Ke Guruji."

Oh, that means
he's the guru of the entire universe.

And what's GKB?

-Us! "Devotees of the Guruji"
-I see.

[devotional music
and bhajans playing over speakers]

Vishwas ji!

-Mrs. Minocha, how are you?
-How are you?

-See you.
-Yes, yes. Let's go.

[Meenu] Meet Vishwas ji.

BKG's SoDe manager.

Soda? Does BKG have stomach issues?

-That's why he drinks soda?
-Hey, Poonam!

-SoDe means "South Delhi."
-I'm really sorry.

That's no problem.

Mere mortals can make mistakes,
not our BKG, right?

[chuckles nervously]

[splutters] Meet my friend, Poonam.

Poor thing is caught up in a huge mess.

[wailing]

-You may cry. Cry your heart out.
-[Poonam sniffling]

Because once you meet with BKG,
you won't get the chance to cry anymore.

-[sniffles]
-That is true.

My whole family is in a mess.

Please introduce me to BKG.

My daughter's marriage is at stake,

and my son wants a baby
without even getting married.

You may donate two lakh rupees
as per your convenience.

And once BKG is back
from Mexico next month,

I'll fix up a meeting for you with him.

Next month? What will I do till then?

You must prepare.

Do you have a pen and paper with you?

-Take it out! Take it out!
-[Poonam sniffles]

Hurry.

-Yeah.
-First, go and get a haircut.

BKG says that the cutting of hair
rids you of your past karma.

[grunts in appreciation] Wow!

Then each day, make sure
you wear yellow garments.

-[Poonam] Okay.
-Wear yellow garments.

-Yellow brings positivity.
-Yeah, that is very true.

-Happiness is an internal affair, right?
-Yeah.

Be happy, even
if you must force it upon yourself.

Laugh as loud as you can!

-Your bread is burnt? [guffaws falsely]
-[guffaws exaggeratedly]

The AC malfunctioned.
[guffaws exaggeratedly]

Laugh out loud.

Laugh every day, laugh all the time.

Hail BKG!

-[both] Hail BKG!
-[rejuvenating music swells and fades]

Apply just a pinch of asafoetida
on the baby's navel

and massage with very gentle hands.

Like this, in a circular motion.

-Okay?
-Okay, ma'am.

[tender music playing]

[instructor] This will help solve
colic problems in a jiffy.

Nice.

I told my Dad.
I was like, never going to stay.

Hi! Gaurav?

-Hi.
-I'm Sharanya.

I heard your intro.

-You wish to adopt a baby, right?
-Yeah.

How cool!

I'm just doing my best.

[groans] My husband never once
attended the new parents' class with me.

And you're here all alone.

-Too good.
-Thank you.

And here I am, from shopping
to baby-proofing the house,

doing everything on my own.

Wait a second.
What's… what's babyproofing?

-You don't know babyproofing?
-No.

Making your house safe for your baby.

Taping switches and sockets,

cushioning the sides
and corners of the furniture etc.

Oh.

You know, my aunt's daughter
has also adopted a baby.

You get points for this
in the Home Study Report.

Really?

Thank you, Sharanya.

-I'll see you. My car is here.
-Yeah.

[mutters] Babyproofing…

[soft adventurous music playing]

[music swells]

Got the paint.

And the painter.

[theme music plays at a fast tempo]

Hi, cutie.
How are you doing today, my baby?

Look at this.

This is your new home.

-[Amul coos]
-You come and see.

Papa has bought so many new toys for you.
Look at this.

-[toy squeaks]
-[Amul coos]

Come home soon, okay?

Bye!

[upbeat theme music resumes]

Come in.

[Nammo] Wow, man!

You know, I've always dreamed
of living in a doll house like this.

Wearing a pink gown like a princess,

waving my magic wand
and turning all your toy cars into frogs.

[Nammo grunts]

Bro, Mom had sent me here
to bring you back home,

but now even I don't want
to leave this place.

Man, you know, Nammo,

after eating restaurant food
for the last six days,

I've been getting such bad acidity.

[Nammo] Serves you right.

You deserve this
for messing with my wedding.

What do you mean
messing with your wedding?

You think I would jeopardize your wedding?

My darling baby sister's special day?

The same sister who has always
supported me in everything I've ever done.

Regardless if anyone else did or not,

I could never even dream
of doing this to you, Nammo.

-[Gaurav pats her palm]
-You're my darling sister.

-So, would you help me with something?
-No!

-Hear me out.
-Not interested and I don't want to help.

-Why won't you help me? I'm your brother!
-I wish you weren't my brother, okay?

At least my wedding
would've gone smoothly by now.

[Gaurav] Hmm.

Well, about your wedding…

There's a tiny problem.

-I mean, it's a tiny one.
-[intriguing music playing]

But it's there.

Name of any female member of your family

who'll support you with this adoption.

[pen scribbling on paper]

-It's compulsory. If you don't have one--
-No, no, of course I have one.

-I have a younger sister, Namrata.
-[quirky music plays]

-How old is she?
-Twenty-eight.

Is she married?

She's not married yet, but she's, uh…

I mean…

In that case, she can't support you.

-Huh?
-[funky music playing]

What you mean she can't, madam?
She's a strong and independent woman.

You're against single women.
It's a bias that you have!

Bias?

She hasn't got married yet.

But in a couple of years,
she'll definitely be married.

This is India, after all.

Whatever her journey may be,

a girl's final destination
is always marriage.

And after her marriage,
will her husband and her in-laws

give her the permission
to raise an adopted child with you?

And eventually when she becomes a mother,
will she care for this child or her own?

And let's leave that aside, Mr. Gehlot.

After her marriage,

what is the guarantee that
she will even continue to live in Gurgaon?

[splutters] Uh, exactly!

That's why she's decided
she's never gonna get married.

-What?
-What?!

-You told her that I'll never get married?
-[dramatic music plays]

I'll die, but I'll never
support you on this.

Hey, Nammo, Nammo!

-No!
-Listen. Don't just overreact.

-Just listen to me.
-No!

-It's an innocent little lie!
-No!

Hey, that Mrs. Nehra…
She wants to meet you.

You're all I have left.
Understand, please!

[Nammo] You understand!

What will I tell Goldie?
What if Prem and Suman find out about it?

They'll write it with a stencil,
my wedding is cancelled!

Oh, just think about it!

How are they going to find out?
You don't tell them.

-I'll tell the truth to Mrs. Nehra.
-Huh?

Don't tell Mrs. Nehra.
She'll cancel my application.

So let her cancel it.
At least one drama will end in my life.

Nammo!

-Nammo, my shorts will fall if I run.
-[door opens and slams]

[dramatic music fades]

-Everoak Spirits is the brand name.
-[man] Mm-hmm.

Market presence is a bit low right now,
because they're transitioning to retail.

-They wanna make…
-[Gaurav] Appu!

…a big noise in the market.

-Call her. Aparna.
-[man] Someone is calling you.

[funky music plays]

-Oh!
-[Gaurav] Mrs. Nehra is her name.

-Very stubborn.
-[Aparna] Hmm.

You don't have to do anything.

-When she calls, just sing my praises.
-Madam, coffee?

Yeah.

Two coffees. Without sugar.

Yeah, thank you, bro.

Keep praising me. Nothing else.

So in spite of all that happened
between us, you want me to praise you.

[pensive music plays]

Yeah, why?

You're an entitled prick.

Your wish should be my command.

What's the matter, Appu?
We were being so pleasant.

Can I be completely honest with you?

Ever since we got divorced,

you've become an angry feminazi,
don't you think?

-That's it. Please leave.
-Wait! Just listen to me.

-I'm trying to explain something.
-It's always what you want.

As a child, you wanted a cycle.

Then a girlfriend when you grew up,
and now you want a baby.

I never thought I would say this to you,
but your parents are right.

To raise a child is not your cup of tea.

And even if somehow, you raise this child,

you will make him entitled, chauvinist,

and stubborn like you.

And trust me, the world
doesn't need more men like these.

So do me a favour,

have mercy on this world
and drop this obsession of adoption.

No, I won't.

I won't drop this obsession.

And yes, it is an obsession.

-Ma'am, coff-- Coffee.
-Because--

-Put it here.
-[cup thuds softly]

I'm obsessed. Because
the other name for love is obsession.

I fell in love with you.
My parents objected.

I put my foot down, fought with them,
and married you, didn't I?

Now think, if for the sake of a child,
I could leave you.

You, Appu,
who I'm in love with even today.

[romantic music plays]

Just imagine, how totally obsessed
I must be with adopting that child.

[sniffles] And I wish…

I wish that you would've loved me
with the same kind of obsession.

That you would've fought for me. But no!

If only you had fought for me then,

today, we'd be leaving
these obsessions, not each other.

-That's hot.
-[winces and groans]

[Gaurav] Go to hell!
I don't want your help.

[music fades]

[upbeat music playing over stereo]

[hairspray hissing]

Yes, ma'am? Welcome.

-[hesitantly] I am here for a haircut.
-[receptionist] Yes, of course, ma'am.

Uh, do you have
something specific in mind?

-[Poonam] This one.
-[suspenseful music playing]

[splutters]

-[receptionist] Okay.
-Okay?

[dramatic music playing]

["Rich" by Raven & Kreyn playing]

[scissors clink]

[song continues]

-Ma'am, what do you think?
-[song continues softly]

Wicked Mama!

You look like a complete foreigner!
Now speak like one, ma'am.

-[song fades]
-[insects chirping]

Madam?!

["Rich" by Raven & Kreyn resumes]

[man gives a Punjabi celebratory trill]

["Rich" by Raven & Kreyn continues]

[song continues
alongside Punjabi-style cheering]

[affectedly] Hi, everybody!

Madam.

Absolutely stunning look!

-You like it?
-[gushes and chuckles]

Thanks, doll.

-You… you made the dinner?
-Uh, not yet.

Ran out of gas.

[affectedly] Okay! No, no problem!
[guffaws falsely]

-Uh, we order pizza? Yes? [guffaws]
-[suspenseful music plays]

Gain weight, everybody! [chuckles falsely]

Enjoy! [chuckles falsely]

This house has become a mental asylum.

-[birds chirping]
-[vehicles whizzing past in the distance]

Is this your house?

What are you trying to say?

I've already attached the property papers
in the file that I sent you earlier.

You can both check it
whenever you have the time.

Next question.
Do you keep any weapons in this house?

Weapons? [scoffs]
There is not even a knife in this house.

I cut vegetables and fruits with my teeth.

-[teeth crunches fruit]
-[quirky music playing]

Next room?

[Nehra] We require extra copies

-of this document.
-Hey!

You guys haven't touched
any of the snacks yet.

Please have something.
How about the samosas? I'll get some?

Here's your tea.

-Here.
-[softly] Thank you.

So please tell me,
what else can I do for you?

Can't even make a cup of tea.

Madam, a three-month-old won't drink tea,
anyway. He'll drink milk, right?

-You know how to boil it?
-Of course.

Water, tea, eggs, sometimes even blood.

I can boil anything, madam.

You can make
as much fun of me as you like.

But just give me Amul.

And your sister? Where is she?
She was supposed to be interviewed too.

Actually, she's gone out of Delhi
for a couple of days.

As soon as she's back,
she'll meet you.

You know your HSR won't get cleared
without Namrata's interview.

She's definitely gonna meet you.

Until then, she's left a letter for you.
Just take a look.

"I, Namrata Gehlot,

hereby affirm my commitment
to act as a guarantor

for my brother, Gaurav Gehlot,
in the process of adoption."

"I solemnly declare my intention
to remain unmarried

and to co-parent the child,
Amul, with Gaurav."

She… has written this letter?

Of course.
Look there's her signature at the bottom.

The letter is typed,
but the signature is hers.

[footsteps approaching]

Brother, I've brought some sweets for you.

[unsettling music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

"Brother"?

-Miss Namrata Gehlot?
-[Namrata] Yes.

You told me she was out of town.

-Yeah, but--
-[Gaurav] But…

Bu… but, but Bathinda is so close!

She went to Bathinda for a prayer meet.
Now she's back!

-Didn't you say she went for work?
-The whole day she worked.

In the evening, she attended
the prayer meet in Bathinda.

Now she's back.

She's Gen Z,
yet my little sister is very spiritual.

You can never typecast her
as a typical Gen Z. Cutie!

Look, she brought carrot pudding.
Would you like some pudding?

Did you write this letter?

Yeah, she wrote it herself.

Uh, do you remember you signed it
and I typed it for--

Take your hands off,
shut up and step aside now!

-And…
-[music stops]

Gaurav has filed your name
as a supporting family member

for the adoption process.

-Are you aware of this?
-Yeah.

Gaurav has also stated
that you will never get married.

Is that true?

[eerily tense music playing]

Miss Namrata Gehlot,

I want you to look into my eyes
when you answer this.

Do you plan to ever get married?
Yes or no?

Please answer.

[tense music swells]

-[shouts] Miss Namrata Gehlot--
-I won't!

-Are you sure?
-Yeah.

I'm sure.

I mean, what's so special
about marriage, ma'am?

Just lifelong love,
companionship, so overrated.

[chuckles nervously and stops abruptly]

She won't marry.

Submit a copy of your ID proof
as soon as you can.

I'll bring it to you, madam.

[birds chirping outside]

[footsteps receding]

Excuse me.

Thank you, madam.

[exhales deeply]

-Nammo, I love you--
-Stop being dramatic!

You wrote the letter,
forged my signature?

Are you a brother or a criminal?

Oh, really, Nammo?

Remember, when you were young
and you'd get low grades,

you'd beg me to forge Papa's signature
and I used to do it.

Wasn't I a criminal then?

If you lie so much for adoption,
you will attract bad karma.

It's okay. Doing something bad,
will make me a dad.

Shut up, Gaurav!

[tense music plays]

-Hey, have you seen the postman?
-[guard] No, sir.

Yeah, Nammo?

No, he hasn't come yet.

-Are you sure he hasn't come yet?
-[guard] No. No.

-Are you even looking for him?
-Look, some dog peed here and left, man.

Hey, GG?

[splutters] Your mom said
that your results will be out today.

Have they come?

Not yet, Aunty, I'm still waiting for it.

-Okay. Do let me know for sure, huh?
-Yeah.

Where's the postman?!

Sir, I haven't seen him yet.

-What's there?
-Is he gonna descend from the clouds?

Been looking for him in all directions.

-Upwards was the only one left!
-Just bugger off.

Hey, Gaurav, did you get the result?

Did Papa tell you?

Come on, son. Forget about the child.

Real son is always better.

-[guard calls out] Sir!
-He's here! He's here!

-Come on, give it.
-No, man! Don't just grab anything.

Sorry. Which one is mine?

-Show the yellow one.
-This one's yours.

Sorry, huh?

Open it, hurry up!

[Pawan exhales deeply]

-What's it?
-[exults joyfully]

It says I'm eligible to adopt Amul!

-Really?
-The HSR is cleared!

-The HSR is cleared! Yes!
-You cleared it!

[all three cheering]

Group hug! Group hug!

I'm gonna be a papa!

-You're gonna be an uncle!
-I'll be an uncle!

-And you!
-And me?

You'll still be a security guard.
You get lost!

Bro, I cleared the HSR!

-Bro, this calls for a party. Let's go!
-No, no, no!

Not yet, not yet. We'll jinx it, man.

Let the process get done.
Then we'll party.

Bro, one bottle.
We'll have five drinks that's all.

Pawan, look.

Except for Mom and Dad,
everyone's given me great reviews.

Aparna as well.

Bro, this calls for one beer at least.

Give this to me.
I'm going to get it laminated.

[tender music playing]

-Oh, my, my, my. What cuties.
-[chuckles]

-Man! [chuckles]
-It's done, bro!

My tiger!

I always knew. GG is a born champion.

-GG's hands were trembling.
-[cell phone rings]

Just hold on a sec. Someone's calling.

-It's Shlok.
-Is his mom fine? [chortles]

[chortles] Yeah, Shlok.

Thank you, buddy.

I couldn't have done this without you.

Now tell me,
how soon can I bring Amul home?

-Bad news, sir.
-[birds chirping]

Mom's given Amul's custody
to that lady Sayonee.

[unsettling music playing]

What?

Why?

I cleared the HSR.

I even moved out of my house, man.
How did she just give him to her?

As per the rulebook,

the Chairperson of CACA
has the veto power.

She has chosen Sayonee
to be Amul's parent.

I'm really sorry, sir.

[melancholic music playing]

[Pawan] This is wrong, man. This is wrong.

This is in fact injustice.

I just don't understand, man,

This woman is hell-bent on separating me
from my baby one way or the other!

GG, I think the time is here
to show Nehra our power.

No, man, we can't
just thrash someone randomly.

No, I mean,
we're not going to beat anyone.

Power, man!

What other power are you talking about?

Oh, what world do you live in?
Don't you even know your bro's clout?

Jasmine's uncle has been appointed
Joint Secretary in the Railway Ministry.

-Let's go and meet him right away.
-[intriguing music plays]

I don't want a train ticket,
I want this child!

Come on, bro,
these politicians are all hand in glove.

He might know someone
in the Women and Child Development Board.

Yeah.

[Pawan] I've already dropped
a message to Uncle.

He'll see us after the meeting.

You don't be stressed, man.

-[woman 1] All papers are ready, right?
-[woman 2] Yes.

-[woman 1] Have you informed the CWC?
-[woman 2] I'll do it, ma'am.

[footsteps receding]

-[suspenseful music plays]
-Man, isn't that her?

Women and Child Development Minister.

Mrs. Ketki Talsania.

Yeah.

Divine intervention.

-Hey!
-Just let me go!

Wait! What would I tell Uncle now?

[door opens]

-Pawan. Hello, Son.
-Bless me, Uncle.

-Tell me, what's the matter?
-The thing is, uh…

-Go on?
-I needed an express ticket.

I need the minutes of the CWC meeting
on my table as soon as possible.

Okay, ma'am.

[Gaurav] Ma'am!

-Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am! I want to--
-Who are you?! Hands up!

Sir, I-- Ma'am, I just need
two minutes of your time.

I'm an absolutely harmless guy.

If you like, I can keep
my hands up while I talk to you.

-Go on.
-Ma'am, my name is Gaurav and I…

[funky music playing]

I really want to be a father, ma'am.

But Mrs. Nehra just keeps
refusing me all the time.

This is a matter
between a husband and wife.

-What do you expect me to do?
-Husband and wife?

[shrieks in disgust]

Mrs. Nehra is not my wife!

She's the chairperson of CACA,
Mrs. Romila Nehra.

Okay, so you want to adopt a baby?

That's right.
I've cleared all the formalities.

I've even cleared the HSR, madam.

But she's still not handing
Amul over to me.

Amul?

Amul… let me start from the beginning.

Tomorrow, eleven a.m., my office.

Elevator pitches don't work
in the government.

That's for the corporate world.
You can put your hands down now.

-Thank you.
-[soft music playing]

Mrs. Nehra,

after clearing the second HSR,

Mr. Gaurav Gehlot should have
gotten the possession of Baby Amul.

Then why did you take the decision
to allot the baby to Ms. Ghosh?

-Experience, Mr. Bhatnagar.
-[tense music playing]

You see, Gaurav believes
that just because he saved Amul's life,

he deserves first right to Amul.

He's an entitled man
with a saviour complex.

Whereas Sayonee is more suited
to being the parent.

She has the support of her parents.

Unlike Gaurav's parents,

who, at the mere mention of adoption,

took out knives and g*ns.

I've moved out of there.

[Nehra] Even worse.

Because for the first time in 32 years,
he'll be living alone.

Do we want to let Amul
be adopted by a man,

who till date has never
in his life lived independently?

Whose every need is either fulfilled
by his mother, or his wife.

He can't even make a cup of tea.

Mr. Gaurav, uh,
would you like to say something?

Ma'am, I didn't know to be a good father
one must know how to make tea.

Otherwise, I would've learnt that.

Listen, what kind of tea
will make me a better father?

Cardamom tea or ginger tea?

Mr. Gehlot, is this a joke to you?

No, ma'am, Mrs. Nehra
is the one who's joking.

I mean, Sayonee and I
are both of the same age.

We both come
under the same income bracket.

Both run independent businesses.
We're both single.

The only difference
is that she has her parents with her.

But I have my sister on my side.

So on what basis was it decided

that the baby
would be given to Sayonee and not to me?

What is the guarantee
that she will be a good mother?

-Excuse me?!
-Why should I?

-What if she turns out to be a bad parent?
-[gasps]

How can you say something like that?

No, I'm not allowed to say such things,
because you're a lady, right?

And everyone here has decided

that if you're a lady,
you'll obviously be a better parent.

But sure.
Raising a child is a woman's job.

[scoffs] Wow!

[scoffs] Oh. How dare he?!

That is so sexist.

It is. It is sexist.

And today, the same sexism
is being used against me.

I mean, just because
she's a woman, I am a man,

everyone has already decided
that she'll be a better parent than me.

Why?

I want to ask the whole panel, please!

Is a mother's love
the only thing that matters?

Fatherhood has no value?

By the way,
fatherhood is actually a thing.

I'll admit that I am entitled.

And I think, most men in this country
are probably just like me.

But I'm ready to change the man I am.

I left the comforts of my home for Amul.

[soft, tender music playing]

I've given up my old habits as well.

And I'll give up anything
which is not good for him and his health.

[voice breaking] You know,
when Amul cries, right?

I'm the only one who can calm him down.

He just wants to hold my finger,
no one else's.

-[sniffles]
-[moving music playing]

Maybe I don't have
the right skills to be a father.

But I know my heart is in the right place.

Even God wanted this.
Because Amul could've been in any car.

But out of all the cars, he chose mine.

He is the one who chose me.

[voice breaking] So you guys just please,
just chose me for his sake.

Just make me Amul's Single Papa please.

Please.

[moving music continues]

[music fades]

[exhales]

[tense music playing]

They're calling you in.

[Bhatnagar] It's indeed a tough case.

But we have made our decision.

Miss Sayonee Ghosh…

there is no doubt that you will prove
to be an amazing parent.

But stating that Mr. Gaurav Gehlot
will not be a good parent

just because he happens to be a man

is highly unfair.

The most important thing
for a child is unconditional love

and a child-first approach.

Mr. Gehlot has convinced us
that he has both qualities.

Therefore, we feel that he
definitely deserves a chance.

The custody of Baby Amul
has been given to Mr. Gaurav Gehlot.

Yes! We did it!

-[Pawan] Yes, bro!
-[Ms. Sharma] Not so soon, Mr. Gehlot.

As of now, we have decided
to give you custody for only three months.

Oh, ma'am, why are you all playing
table tennis with my emotions?

Whatever it is, just say it in one go.
I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown.

[Ms. Sharma] This is a trial period.

And in this temporary
foster-care period of three months,

you will have to prove to the board

that you can be a good father
and take proper care of Baby Amul.

And if Mr. Gehlot can do this,

then he will be allowed
to adopt Amul permanently.

-[splutters] Yes.
-[splutters] We'll do it.

And if he fails to do so,

he should also know of the consequences.

Then, Amul will be sent back
to the orphanage

where he can be adopted by someone else.

During this period, Mrs. Nehra,

you will keep a close
and impartial eye on Mr. Gaurav Gehlot,

and report his progress to us.

This panel will reconvene in three months.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

-Let's go, bro.
-Impartial!

♪ Congratulations
May blessings fall into your lap ♪

♪ And colours vibrant and joyous ♪

♪ Congratulations
May blessings fall into your lap ♪

♪ And colours vibrant and joyous ♪

♪ It's a new day, fortunes have turned ♪

♪ Life is now all sugar and spice ♪

♪ It's a new day, fortunes have turned ♪

♪ Life is now all sugar and spice ♪

♪ Your car hits fourth gear ♪

♪ No stopping until you reach your goal ♪

♪ Speed up, press that accelerator ♪

♪ And race as far as the eye can see ♪

♪ No more ifs and buts
Forget everything and dance ♪

♪ No more ifs and buts ♪

♪ Forget everything and dance ♪

[Namrata] Your grandfather
got it made for your father.

I stole it for you.

[Amul coos]

-[upbeat music continues]
-[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

♪ Congratulations
May blessings fall into your lap ♪

♪ And colours vibrant and joyous ♪

♪ Congratulations
May blessings fall into your lap ♪

♪ And colours vibrant and joyous ♪

Jatin,

blood is always thicker than water.

How could you ever let this happen?

You've given him too much liberty.

♪ No more ifs and buts
Forget everything and dance ♪

♪ No more ifs and buts ♪

♪ Forget everything and dance ♪

Well done, well done. Very strong.

Give me that.

Mr. Ashok Tomar?

Hello, ma'am.

-Hello. How are you?
-I'm doing well.

Um, you are a security guard
at Buckingham Palaces, right?

-Yes.
-Since when?

I've been here
for around three years, ma'am.

And how much do you earn?

Uh, 15,000 only.

Is that enough for your house and family?

It's definitely not easy, ma'am.

Actually, I got married recently, so…

Would you work for me
for some extra income? Part-time.

What sort of work, madam?

Same thing that you already do.

Keep an eye.

[ominous music plays]

That I can surely do.

But on Gaurav Gehlot's house.

[dramatic music playing]

-Our Gaurav sir?
-Yes.

[hesitates] Okay. Please Let me know.

-Thank you, I'll give you a call.
-[Ashok] Okay.

[upbeat music playing]