01x05 - Triple Trouble For Bae

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Hey, Bae!

Hey, Bae!

-Hey, Bae!

-Wherever you walk

You light up the world

With your words

With your eyes

You light up every path

The world awaits you

Where have you been all this while?

Hey, bae

The way you slay

The way you are

The way you talk

Hey, Bae

Deep in your eyes

Lie your dreams

It's gonna be your day

The world awaits you

Hey, Bae!

Hey, Bae!

Unbelievable.

Mukul Sawla!

And the worst thing is

everyone thinks that

Mukul Sawla is God's gift

to womankind.

Basically, he just pretends

to be the poster boy of feminism.

Everything these

guys do is a farce.

Anyway, let it be.

Coffee, anyone?

Bae.

I got your favorite

Kenyan roast along with me,

I'll go make it.

Aw!

Not "Aw", more like Aw-namika.

I think I should take

this story to Neel.

But why would Anamika

reach out to you?

I've been working at TRP

for more than six months

and you're just a new intern.

Tammarrah, jealousy

is not our policy.

We're all sisters here.

#Behencode.

It's really unfair.

You got this story only because

you have so many followers.

These days, anyone can become

an influencer by posting cute videos.

My followers are organic.

It's anyway Anamika's call

to decide who gets the story

and she obviously trusts Bae.

And, so do I.

I'm sure you'll crack this story.

Wow. This is like a full-on Bae fan club.

Wanna bet for 500 bucks?

I think she'll crack the story in a week.

I bet on you too.

If the Rajwansh's and

Chowdhary's couldn't shake you,

Sawla is no big deal.

Only you can bring justice for Anamika.

Okay, I have to go.

Tomorrow, I have some

sessions with my clients,

I will see you after that.

To "work out"?

Yeah, that too.

And maybe get a bite too?

I'll cook.

Okay.

Is he for real?

This story is for real, okay?

-Focus!

-Sorry.

I think we need to think

of the top ten options and then eliminate.

Okay?

After all, who is Anamika really?

What do you think, girls?

Sorry, I have real work to do.

You and your fan club

can get going with this story.

Rude much?

Eleven years ago,

I came to Mumbai from a small town.

Chillin' with my baes!

-First clue, let's go.

-Look at my girls, always on their feet!

No sweat, no tears

Getting ready with the heat

No more hiding

Bae you got the lead!

Desire in their eyes

Could put you on the street

Look at my girls

Always on their feet!

No stopping, no looking

They just stride and leap!

Look at my girls

Always on their feet!

No stopping, no looking

They just stride and leap!

Back with the baes

I'm solving the case

I'm taken aback

Like back in the day

Boys robbing the banks

We solving a case

'Cause they love the cash

And we love the chase

Flashlights when she runs it up

With the new bling

Nice guys, yeah we coming in

With the new link

Who could it be, who could it be

Tell me, tell me

Who could it be, who could it be

Look at my girls

Desire in their eyes

No more hiding

Excuse me?

Lucknow is not a small town, okay?

It has India's longest race course

and the biggest school in the world too.

Now, we have our

own cricket team also.

Okay, relax, tigress!

I agree Lucknow

might be a metropolitan

but 53 percent of the urban Indian

population lives in small towns.

If you continue eliminating

small town options like this

you'd be doing it

for at least five more years.

Let's go on to the next one

and stop wasting time.

Last year, I was in London

for a film sh**t.

And he stayed in

the same hotel as me.

Wait.

I was also in London last summer.

Our Kensington Mansion was

featured in Architectural Digest.

Okay, one second.

Why are we assuming that she

went to London during the summer?

Who shoots in London

during the winter?

It gets dark by 03:00 p.m.

Cold, rain

During the winter

we prefer the Caribbean.

Aggy named an island after me.

Bae-hamas.

So cute.

-Of course.

-Of course.

So now

we'll have to figure out

last year, between May and August,

who all went to London.

Wait a second.

Saira, you work at a

five-star hotel, right?

Shouldn't we be

checking those first?

-Isn't that obvious?

-I was going to suggest that.

-I have to tell you guys everything. Let

-Wait, guys.

Easier way.

Let's just check

London-based hashtags, okay?

Okay.

#londoncalling

#londongirl

#harrods

#londonfashion

#londonshoot

See! Naina!

-There's Madhulika as well.

-And Diva, right?

-Yeah.

-That's Shantipriya.

London is the new

Film City or what?

Every other film

is being shot here.

-They give rebates!

-Right!

On shopping.

On sh**ting.

Remove Drishti Patel from the list.

Her boyfriend is a major

shareholder in Thought Telecom.

Mukul would be

an idiot to hit on her.

Okay

So,

successful boyfriends.

Vikram Jodhani has an IPO coming up.

Rehan Khan has

recently bought an airline.

Tarun Kapoor just

had an OTT release.

Tarun Verman just had three

South blockbuster hits in a row.

Okay, wait.

To increase the pressure on me,

he had my boyfriend raided by the police.

Now, how will we find this out?

Who's gonna put this

up on social media?

#raidrage

I think we need the Internot.

You mean the Internet?

Inter-not!

We need to take

our research offline.

Doesn't Ashish work

at the sports desk?

Yeah?

Doesn't he like you?

No, no way.

-Yes.

-I'm sorry. I mean,

Anamika obviously trusts you.

I mean, it's your story,

not mine.

And I trust you.

Please!

-Take one for thy sister.

-Come on.

Why are you making me do this?

Coffee?

-Yes!

-No!

Inter-Not.

Naina.

Sheila!

You have the keys, right?

Then, why?

Hello, ladies, good morning!

-Looks like a storm hit last night.

-Too loud.

Volume!

No worries, I'll clean up.

Wake up, guys.

So, who wants some egg white

and mushroom omelets?

Me.

Okay.

Firstly, a little bit of sunshine

for some positivity.

When are you getting

back to training?

It's my first day with SS.

I can't be late.

Sorry.

Ouch!

Take it easy, brother.

My backbone is

very important to me.

Sorry, ma'am.

Hi, Aggy.

What a surprise!

How are you?

Wait, are you in a

An auto-rickshaw, yes!

I was just telling my friend that

it's exactly like a Mini Cooper.

But, just breezier.

You remember

this scarf from Dior?

We got it at the flea market in Cannes.

Even this can't hold my hair.

Listen, Bae

I wanted you to

hear it from me first.

The lawyers are

setting up the paperwork.

Voyeurs?

The ones who watch

my viral videos?

Lawyers, lawyers!

They are setting up the paperwork.

TRP is a news channel,

not a newspaper!

Divorces papers

Divorce, ma'am, divorce!

I'm sure you will find the terms fair.

And the lawyers will be in touch.

What's the hurry, Aggy?

Have you found someone else?

You're the one who found someone else.

Remember?

Sorry, ma'am, hope nothing broke.

Something did break.

But it's not your fault this time.

What, are you a pressure cooker?

Is Ganji bhai around?

Oh.

What's up homie, all good?

Your shirt is looking as crisp as ever!

Stop buttering me.

What is this?

Who is going to pay for

the rest of the three matches?

Just keep this for now,

I'll arrange everything after

the Cricket League. Don't you worry.

I've got to report to my higher-ups!

For you.

He's sent it.

A beer at 10:00 a.m.?

What to do, Ganji Bhai!

The raid has ruined everything.

A raid on you?

Can't believe they're raiding people

with negligible bank balances too.

Are you serious?

Not on me,

on that cricketer.

I bet on Gaurav Shah.

They raided him,

and with all that tension,

he messed up his form,

and I got whooped

off my hard-earned 25,000 rupees.

You're wrong there.

Gaurav Shah was dropped because

he had a squabble with the board.

Oh!

Hi.

Please tell me more.

The raid was just a face-saving exercise,

a PR stunt.

In fact, they actually

raided Adhiraj Mansingh

for disproportionate assets.

And nobody in the media found out.

How?

The one up there.

The boss.

Oh,

so sorry. I'm a fan, I should

have come to you in the first place.

So, you mean,

"The Adhiraj Mansingh"?

Diva Kapoor's boyfriend?

Yeah.

I see.

Bring along two beers!

You bet on Kabaddi too, right?

They've raided

Vikram Jodhani as well.

A special tip from my side.

What are you saying?

It's raining tips, hallelujah!

-Cheers!

-Cheers to that.

I'm not wearing it.

You have to. They're sponsoring.

Grey makes my eyes look puffy.

I've just woken up.

You're late.

I'm not Nair who will

tolerate your tantrums, alright?

Forget all your nail spa appointments.

How did you know

I have a nail appointment?

Your raven-like claws

are not hard to miss.

Okay, Singham?

Why don't you cut them off

before they get stuck in a keyboard?

Go stand in for lighting, please.

-Why?

-Why?

Because I said so.

Okay.

Yeah.

-Shobhit!

-Yes, sir?

Come here.

Jump.

Very nice.

Get me a costume like this, please.

Sure, sir.

I'll get some real feel

for the hostage story.

Sir. The harness is ready, sir.

Very good.

-Let's do a rehearsal.

-Okay, sir.

Get ma'am in the harness, please.

I want to see how

it's lit up there.

Deep breath.

Sir

No way.

Listen, just do it, or else

SS will fire me.

Please. I need this job.

So do I.

Satyajit, another gimmick?

It's not a gimmick, alright?

I will dress up as an

NSG commando and jump

and land on top of the building.

It will be super powerful, trust me.

I'm so happy.

Call lunch.

Fine!

Everybody!

Lunch break. 20 minutes.

30 minutes

30 minutes!

What?

Where are you going?

Okay, I'll have to go.

Sir's leaving.

Where? You can't leave me.

Where are you going?

Don't leave me!

Help!

I know I love owls

but this is too much.

Hello!

Poor girl.

Oh, please.

Her purse and jeans are more

valuable than the GDP of some countries.

You look nice.

Come on, Harleen, it's a joke.

Is it?

That's because you haven't

heard the punch line yet.

"If one owl was enough to destroy

the land of flowers.

Imagine the fate of the land

when an owl sits

on every branch."

Oh.

Stephens.

Beautiful, beautiful!

I haven't forgotten your memories

I remember everything

Without you

My life is futile

All your memories

Keep me up at night

All your memories

Without you

I have started to lose everything

Why is that? Why is that?

Without you

I have started to lose everything

Why is that? Why is that?

Neel, I wanted to discuss something.

Hello, madam.

Lunch break over.

Let's go.

Obviously, I can't sell my soul.

I'm not going to sleep with him.

Honestly, he disgusts me.

And the worst thing is

everyone thinks that

Mukul Sawla is God's

gift to womankind.

Huge story, right?

I want this to be my first.

And then you can run this on

In Depth with Neel.

Who is Anamika?

Okay, so

It could be Naina Khanna

or Diva Kapoor.

Maybe Madhulika

and Shantipriya also?

Any more names?

Maybe Tanaya Khan too?

I was just being sarcastic, Bae.

There's a big difference

between Big Brother and journalism.

And I'm not SS.

We can't base our assumption on

an anonymous girl's video

and defame a respectful

figure like Mukul Sawla.

So, you're implying

that Anamika is lying?

No, not at all, maybe

she is telling the truth.

But you need to back a story

such as this with research and hard facts.

Otherwise, we can't

take it to the public.

-Neel, but

-No ifs and buts.

You've spent half a day with Satyajit

and you're sounding just like him.

Sensational journalism

such as this ruins lives.

It's the same thing.

A few days back, Satyajit did the

same with Yugandhar, with Naina.

So, you think I don't have it in me

to be a real journalist?

Listen,

don't get me wrong,

that's not what I meant.

But at least bring

the complete story to me.

Who is Anamika?

Is she speaking the truth?

Who are your sources?

Are they reliable?

And then, of course, Bae,

I'll support you.

But with a story such as this,

you need to think about

what a real journalist would do.

What would Christiane do?

Dior or Louboutin?

I don't know who they are.

I meant Christiane Amanpour.

And I don't know who that is!

Well, she is someone

you should know about.

If

-If you want to be a serious journalist.

-I do.

Is she on the gram?

Go, find your source.

No, forget the gram.

Diva ma'am, Diva ma'am!

Diva ma'am!

-Side, please move aside.

-Diva ma'am!

Please move aside.

Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am!

Diva ma'am, one selfie?

Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am!

Hi, Anamika, peekaboo!

I found you!

Ma'am, please.

Nice nails, Anamika.

Happy birthday to you,

Anamika!

What is this?

Subtle pressure to make me change

my name to Princess Anamika Kumari?

I'll stick to Diva Kapoor

even after marriage.

Of course, baby.

In fact, my family thinks

your name is very lucky for me.

After meeting you,

I got the highest bid

at the Cricket League.

My endorsement

deals tripled too.

And miraculously,

I recovered from my back injury!

Diva,

will you marry me?

I mean. I thought you'd plan a really

romantic proposal in Paris or something.

But

of course!

What the hell, I mean, yes!

I'll marry you.

Congratulations, guys!

Thanks.

Diva's boyfriend's life has

skyrocketed in the last year.

No career trouble there.

Diva can't be Anamika.

You!

Minion.

Come.

Yes, SS sir.

Welcome.

I need you to create a compilation

of every single photo,

sh**t, show, article,

and airport look

that I have ever done

or that has ever

been done about me.

INA Awards Committee

is making a reel on me. So

Oh! On social media?

No, not to play on stage

when I walk up.

They are giving me

yet another award.

I have enough awards to

decorate my bathroom now.

That's where they belong.

-Stephens.

-Yes sir.

I need a facial.

Sure, sir.

I'll book it right away, sir.

There's no article in this magazine.

Some kind soul has

ripped off all the pages.

Sorry?

Nothing.

-Sit.

-Yeah.

You can download it

from the 2012 archive.

And hurry up,

everybody isn't as

unoccupied as you are.

Yeah.

Who is Centaurus?

Focus on your own work.

Oh, you know my mom's racehorse

is also called Centaur.

He's a thoroughbred, of course.

It was either a Pixie or a Dixie.

They were actually twin horses.

He usually only ate grass

but I sometimes gave him

Shobhit.

I am going for coffee with Ashish.

-What? How? Why?

-But if

Don't ask, but if I'm not back

in 15 minutes come and find me.

Copy that.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Why is the chair backward?

Feng Shui.

Chair has to face

north-east for best results.

Wow.

Also tell me, what is this table?

Wooden?

So cute.

Table Number seven.

Your lucky number.

Aw, sweet.

Did you know there is someone

else too whose lucky number is seven?

-At the moment, that would be me.

-Naina Khanna's!

Seriously?

Her luck is quite

the mess these days.

Why?

Because of The Confessional?

Come a little closer, I'll tell you.

Ashish.

After SS's episode, Vikram Jodhani

and Naina Khanna broke up.

She got so depressed

that she canceled her sh**t

and has gone to a

silent retreat in Lonavala.

Rumor is that Vikram might

not be the father of the child.

What?

So, who's the father?

Nine months back,

she was in London.

sh**ting.

She must have met someone there.

Yes!

The stars are aligning.

I think so too.

You'll come for the Fistball match

with me, right?

Attention!

Tammarrah,

SS awaits your presence.

Copy.

1500 hours, sorry, got to go.

The general awaits.

Yeah, yeah. Please, please.

I am growing more

and more certain

that it's indeed Naina Khanna.

More and more

certain is not enough.

-There you go, very good.

-We need to be absolutely certain.

Think, what would

a real journalist do?

What would Neel do?

Come on, come on!

No giving up!

Whoever this Neel is must also

be working out right now. Come on.

More squats, less squawks.

Come on! Let's go, let's go, let's go!

What would Neel be doing!

Stretch?

Come here, I'll help you.

It will ease your muscles.

Better?

Stop no time to relax.

I hate wasting time.

Time spent relaxing

isn't time wasted.

I have a job.

Jobs are nine to five.

Life is 24/7.

You know,

SS and Mukul Sawla are friends.

Maybe that's why in the episode that day,

SS asked Naina,

"Should I congratulate the father?"

But there is a loophole.

Anamika said Mukul Sawla

is harassing her.

Maybe he has been sleeping

with her and blackmailing her?

Then why would she come out now?

Maybe pregnancy is the trigger?

When you're down, you've

got to come up clean and sharp.

Be it life or squats.

Bae, post-workout snack?

Yeah.

Sir, what do you want?

Spicy bean curry, dosa,

spiced mashed curry?

-No carbs for ma'am.

-Yes, carbs for ma'am!

I eat them wholeheartedly now.

One portion of spiced mash

with extra butter.

You really have changed.

Once Neel made me try

a fried potato sandwich.

It was so good!

Since then, no malice

against potatoes.

How does Neel pop into everything?

He is our Managing Editor.

He is a real journalist.

I feel like I don't know you.

You know who knows me the best?

My sardonic, bitter boss

Satyajit Sen.

When I reach office, when I leave

he seems to know everything.

He even knew

about my manicure appointment!

Cookies.

Cookies to go with spiced mash?

No, I mean he has your cookies.

I took the Keto cookies

to the office only once, so

I meant the computer cookies.

This appointment you booked, you did

it through the office computer, right?

Yes?

Basically, every

website uses cookies

to track whatever

we search online.

From your online shopping

to your salon appointments,

to your cab bookings, browsing data,

basically everything.

So, he's not just a monster but

a cookie monster too!

Thank you.

-Bye.

-Bye, dear.

Mukul, you were saying.

Satyajit, 5G is not enough.

Our mothers and sisters

need opportunities.

They need dignity.

They need equality.

And most of all,

they need security.

I was thinking,

what I can't do as the CEO

I can instead do through

politics by being their friend,

a brother, and mostly

and public servant to them.

So, am I hearing you correctly?

Mukul Sawla is finally

taking the plunge.

Yes, absolutely.

This year I shall start with

the Assembly elections.

I'm going to be joining

the Self-Reliance Alliance.

A TRP Exclusive.

You heard it here first.

Mukul Sawla is joining politics.

And that, Tanmoy,

is the scoop of the week.

You mean propaganda of the week?

All through the interview Satyajit

didn't ask Mukul a single tough question.

Hey, here's a tough question, Nair.

Have you seen the ratings

for your show today?

I didn't think it was possible,

but they've sunk lower

than last week's ratings.

Reinvent yourself.

Or your show will

be off in a month.

Yes, sir.

Do you know why people

trust Mukul Sawla so much?

Did you see what he was wearing?

I didn't notice.

A black jacket

with a tricolor highlight.

Now that's the style

that screams patriot.

You know, Charles E. Jefferson said,

"Patriotism is like religion, it is

best when least ostentatious."

There was no television

news during his time.

See if a new jacket

or a new shirt

can help you grab a few eyeballs,

what's the harm?

Are you ready?

Yes.

I absolutely love this look.

-What do you think?

-How can you wear blue every day?!

It's not the same blue.

Sometimes it's turquoise,

sometimes it's midnight. Sometimes

There is a color to my life

Since you are around

Since you are around

We are getting closer

The intimacy is increasing

-Your increasing proximity is

-Looks like my shirt had a Holi party

-Intoxicating

-I can't, please!

-And

-Why do you hate colors?

Driving me crazy

Don't forget me

Don't want any distance between us

I have got you

My lover

I have lost my heart in your eyes

I will give anything to be with you

My lover

I have lost my heart in your eyes

I will give anything to be with you

My lover

I have lost my heart in your eyes

Something is missing.

Isn't this too feminine?

Well, fashion knows no gender.

But yeah, you're right,

something is not working.

Aggy could pull it off.

Aggy?

Agastya, my

My soon-to-be ex-husband.

I'll show you.

See.

You should try this one.

It will suit you.

No.

-Please?

-Nah.

-Too much.

-Too much.

Okay. I'm going to get one more, okay?

It's perfect! I love it.

-Yeah?

-Yeah!

-Okay.

-And with this,

we shall create a new

display picture for you.

But I don't have an account.

You do now.

Bill, please.

Really?

Yeah, why not?

News television is a circus.

Might as well play the clown.

Second best

decision of your life.

Oh, really? And the best?

Hiring me.

Debatable.

Neel.

Is that you?

Mom!

Mira, Ira.

Mom, ex-wife.

Four Lapsang Souchong teas, please,

and no milk.

Three.

I'll have an Iced Mocha Latte

with oat milk.

It's a bit too hot in here.

Hi,

Ira Bose, economist.

Hi, I'm Bae.

I work with Neel.

I manage his social media.

-Bae?

-Bae?

Yeah.

Neel is on social media?

What's next? Reality television?

Got yourself inked?

When are you going diving next?

He doesn't even know how to swim.

Just kidding, Neelu.

It's called a mid-life crisis, Mom.

First marathons

and then what?

Triathlons?

Please. Neel will never be a MAMIL!

MAMIL?

Middle-aged man in Lycra?

Neel has impeccable taste in fashion.

I see.

So, my love, as I was saying,

the main thrust of your seminar

should be that

the statutory liquid ratio

Is dependent on the RBI reductions.

-Exactly!

-Liquid ratio?

Are they talking tea?

We're talking about

financial liquidity.

Amartya Sen agrees with me that

the cost-push inflation is a result

of the contradictory policies.

-Your beverages, sir.

-Thank you.

Oh, my God!

You're that Mira Roy.

You've written the Microeconomic Future.

What seminal work, ma'am.

You've read the Microeconomic Future?

Hasn't everyone?

The inadequacy of

the aggregate demands,

the zero lower bound, and

the possibility of financial instability

prevent the monetary policy

from being more active.

That makes sense.

Right?

Actually, I didn't say that.

Raghu said that.

Raghu?

Raghuram Rajan.

He's a dear friend.

Actually, Raghu, me, and Abhijeet

Bannerjee,

-we all went to Bukhara.

-Hey, Bae!

Did you know that dal bukhara

-is their favorite statutory liquid?

-Hey, Bae!

The world awaits you

Hey, Bae!

Have you really

read my mom's book?

I was just blurbing it.

-Blurbing?

-Yeah,

you know those blurbs

at the back of books?

Every year, I would memorize them

for the Jaipur Literature Festival.

Chowdhary Multitech

was the main sponsor.

-And you still remember these blurbs?

-Try me.

Besides Mira Roy, I know

Rushdie, I know Tharoor.

I know Naipaul.

Midnight's Children,

Suitable Boy, ask me anything.

This owl can be quite the parrot.

Oh, my God, you're officially

the smartest person I know.

Also, the coolest.

Honestly, if I were

Agastya Chowdhary,

I'd never make the mistake

of letting you go.

Technically, I'm the one who

made the mistake of cheating on him.

Did you ever feel like getting

married was a mistake?

It was a mistake

but not my mistake.

It was Mom's.

Ira was her best student.

Professor Mira Roy

and Padma Shri Girishan Nair

always wanted a driven and focused child,

which I could never become.

Ira did though.

Jealous of her?

Funny you ask.

You know, during my marriage,

when my mom would go gaga over Ira,

I felt like the five-year-old me

all over again,

seeking my mother's validation.

My mom was the same

with Samar bhai.

Her blue-eyed boy.

Actually, my marriage to Aggy

was just another project for her.

Just like yours was for your mom.

Yeah, but it's not like I didn't try.

I really tried to make it work.

But despite a thousand efforts,

there were

-Arguments.

-Everyday.

She also thought

I'd be an achiever.

Just like Mom, Dad, and her.

Earlier, it was the two of them

putting pressure on me.

Then it became the three of them.

Eventually, I just gave up.

Everyone has a different definition

of success.

True.

But divorce was

really the best decision

for both of us.

And there's always a happy ending.

-Which is?

-Didn't you see?

They're still as close.

Shopping together, laughing

together, making jokes.

At your expense!

People need something to bond over.

They should have

just married each other!

That would have saved

everyone the trauma.

Right?

Also,

on Saturday,

would you accompany

me to the INA Awards?

-As your assistant?

-Without you, my heart isn't complete

-As a date?

-Isn't complete

How do I put this feeling in words?

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, Lord!

Mumbai weather is

going to k*ll me someday.

You can freshen up and change,

dinner will be ready by then.

Let me order in today?

Keto Burrito Bowl?

I'll make it.

You just can't rest, can you?

Can you?

Rest.

Just not used to it.

You know, in school,

every year, I used to get a trophy

for 100 percent attendance.

I would attend school even

when I was down with a fever.

A fever is only fun

if someone pampers you.

Nobody ever pampered me.

Mom was a single parent, you know.

She never had time.

But honestly, I was

really proud of her achievements at work.

I got my work ethic from her.

My mom is also a single parent.

But she always pampered me.

And this workaholism

that you have,

I do, too.

I got it from my mom's genes.

Did you get the six-packs

from her genes too?

Yeah,

my mom's got

better abs than me!

There you go.

Thank you.

Mom would make this lovely tea with

ginger, jaggery, and cinnamon for me.

I can't even tell you.

It's like tea meets tonic.

Let me make it for you.

One second.

What is your zodiac sign?

Leo.

Aries and Leo.

I think we're supposed to get along.

The one up there sends signals,

we're only meant to receive them.

Wait, you don't have

any cinnamon, right?

I don't think there's any jaggery either.

Let me just get it.

It must be right here.

It will take just two minutes.

I'll be right back.

Let's just order it online!

Thank you for today.

Such a good day.

I'm literally a changed man.

What do you want?

I'm feeling generous.

I'll grant you one wish.

Just one?

Yeah.

Okay.

Can you teach me how to swim?

I've been trying to learn for a while.

Done.

No excuses and no floats,

okay?

Done.

I have one more wish.

I thought you'd never ask.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have.

What do you mean

you shouldn't have?

We both wanted it.

We work together

and it's not right.

I'm sorry.

I haven't forgotten your memories

I remember everything

Without you

My life is futile

All your memories

Keep me up at night

All your memories

-Without you

-Without you

-I have started to lose everything

-I have started to lose everything

-Why is that? Why is that?

-Why is that? Why is that?

Why is that?

-Without you

-Without you

-I have started to lose everything

-I have started to lose everything

-Why is that? Why is that?

-Why is that? Why is that?

Without you

Where do I go?

My heart is yours

You can see it for yourself

If I am asleep

Then you are my dream

I'm the dull morning

You are my evening

What do I do without you?

You tell me

-All your memories

-All your memories

-Keep me up at night

-Keep me up at night

-All your memories

-All your memories

-Without you

-Without you

-I have started to lose everything

-I have started to lose everything

-Why is that? Why is that?

-Why is that? Why is that?

-Without you

-Without you

-I have started to lose everything

-I have started to lose everything

-Why is that? Why is that?

-Why is that? Why is that?

My love, without you

What do I do with my days?

What do I do with my days?

-My love, without you

-My love, without you

-What do I do with my days?

-What do I do with my days?

-What do I do with my days?

-What do I do with my days?

-Without you

-Without you

-I have started to lose everything

-I have started to lose everything

-Why is that? Why is that?

-Why is that? Why is that?