I'm really worried, Naveen.
Why, Mads?
I have planned it perfectly.
There will be no room for mistakes.
I know.
But he's a good father, Naveen.
I'm not sure if Pinky can adjust.
Our appointments are going well, aren't they?
No, Mads. Even I got along with Pinky really well.
We'll raise her without letting her miss Rahul.
It's scary no matter how I try to console myself.
I don't like meeting you in secret, Mads.
I want to be with you 24x7.
I love you, Mads.
I love you too, Naveen.
In case something goes wrong, I might not be there for her too.
Then, she will be an orphan.
I can't take that risk.
Rahul is our only obstacle, Mads.
Let's eliminate him without anyone suspecting us.
How?
If you inject this directly into his jugular vein,
the symptoms will start showing in about three to four hours.
Acute shortness of breath, chest tightness and cough.
Pulmonary oedema in 12 to 14 hours.
And complete pulmonary failure in 24 hours.
And then...
death!
We'll no longer have to lie just to meet each other then.
We can be happy forever.
You deserve to be happy.
Naveen.
I have never given him even a cup of coffee whenever he asked.
Let me give him at least this, with my hands.
Lakshmi! Coffee!
On it, sir.
You must be having so many friends.
So, what are the names of your school friends?
Hey, hey!
-What's this? -Rahul.
Why are you panicking if Pinky's getting her flu shot?
No, dear. Wouldn't she be scared?
Pinky, aren't you scared of injections?
No, Daddy.
Didn't I tell you about my classmate, Naveen?
-Yes, yes! -Good girl.
-Hello. Hi. -Meet my writer husband.
Rahul.
Okay then, you guys catch up.
-I'll be back. -Sure.
One second. I'll be back.
You said you were on leave today. Where are you going then?
Oh, yes. I forgot to tell you.
Naveen is looking for a flat.
Flat number 405 upstairs is vacant.
So, he came over to talk about the rent.
But the rent is a bit high.
The owner's your friend, right?
Can you please talk to him?
Sure. I will.
-Right. -Thank you.
By the way,
-Mads told me you're a writer. -"Mads"?
I had also written poems for my college magazines.
-You didn't bring them, right? -No, no.
They were silly.
Writing is not an easy job.
It was tough writing even short poems.
And you're writing a novel.
It's not an easy job.
-Really. -Well, it's just...
If you don't mind,
what's the genre of your novel?
Psychological thriller.
Really? I love thrillers, man.
Do you have a title in mind?
Yeah, I do.
-"Stuffed Brinjal." -Interesting title.
The title has a certain nativity.
The story also feels like it's based on true events.
Do you want to hear it?
Of course. I'm all ears.
Yeah.
A doctor who seduces other men's wives
gets his sack cut off by a psycho husband for cooking a meal.
That psycho is also a famous chef.
He uses that doctor's surgical blade to chop onions for his curry.
That's the twist in the story.
By the way, I'm also a good chef.
Let me know if you want to eat stuffed brinjal. I'll cook it.
-Yeah, sure. -Shall we go, Naveen?
Yeah, let's go.
Rahul, talk to the owner. I'm going to the salon.
The little one went downstairs.
Bring her upstairs in an hour and give her some food.
Nice meeting you, bro.
"Stuffed Brinjal."
-Let's go. Hurry up. -Bye!
Sir.
Sir!
-What? -Careful, sir. You might fall.
Go inside!
-Back to work! -Here's your coffee.
Hey, Ravi. Why are you pacing?
Why don't you sit down for a while?
Shut up! What's with you?
Nagging me all the time.
Hey, where are you?
I'll dislocate your jaw, bastard!
If I don't see you here in five minutes with the doctor,
I'll make my buffaloes stomp on you, you twerp!
Why are you getting all worked up?
Calm down.
How can you say that even after seeing her suffer?
Wouldn't pregnancy cramps be painful?
This is her first pregnancy.
You weren't this concerned when Dimple was born.
Why are you anxious now?
Shut your mouth for ten minutes.
That will make things better.
Pray to God.
Come on, Doctor. Brother's all up in my grill.
-Hurry up. -I brought him.
Check on her, Doctor.
-Her first delivery is painful. -Ravi.
I already told you it will take time to come out if it's big.
-Be patient. -Please check on her.
Go! Fool!
What happened?
It's happening, anna!
Oh, Lord! Make sure the mother and calf are safe.
Anna!
It's a girl, anna!
Congratulations, Ravi.
-Let's do this. -Is the next costume ready?
Sir, is the shot ready? Let's go.
Where is Hamsa Lekha, Vikram?
We're losing the light.
I sent the AD.
I'll just go check and come.
Sir, five minutes. The costumes will be ready.
It's okay.
Take one hour. It's okay.
I sent the AD to check on Hamsa Lekha. Where is he?
I don't know. Do you want me to go check?
No need.
I'll go myself.
Homework, my foot!
Look, Hamsa. My fans won't approve of your acting after the wedding.
Hey, Ram, the shot's ready.
-Why didn't you call her yet? -Anna, they're fighting in there.
I'm scared to go inside.
-You go. I'll take it from here. -It's the only thing I'm asking you.
Just one thing. Why are you so stubborn?
I married you because you said you won't object to my profession.
It's unfair to say your fans won't approve of it now.
I don't want to waste my time and emotions to convince you.
It's either me or your career.
Decide for yourself. Damn it.
Don't talk like that.
Vrushen, please. Don't walk away.
I want you and my career.
I don't want anything else in my life.
Wait, Vrushen. Please, just listen to me.
-Vrushen! -Good morning, sir.
Sir.
Sir, you have an entry shot with madam.
Let's plan our next shoot in Goa.
Hello, boss. The ad's finished.
It came out really well.
Everything went very well because I planned it.
What's the update on the underwear ad?
It's almost done, sir.
We can present it to our client tomorrow.
Mail that presentation to me first.
Okay, boss.
Let me tell you an interesting anecdote.
Hello?
Scumbag!
We finished two days of work in one day.
And he doesn't have the decency to appreciate it.
Our boss' affection is like father's love, Vikram.
He's scared of spoiling us with too much appreciation.
He's scared. That's all.
Hello.
Bro, it's high time.
The ad concept should be done by this evening.
That's what I'm working on now.
I'll send it. Yeah.
-Thank you, bro. -Okay.
Yeah.
Who is to blame?
My madam's life got ruined after getting married to him.
His bum is 30 years old.
He's jobless.
And yet he changes 3-4 boxers a day!
Yuck!
"No matter how old your base grows,
"Dikky briefs and vests can cover them up."
Done.
My hands feel numb because of all this work.
Other chores are all right.
But washing his boxers is a pain!
Whatever...
Why did he throw all these boxers here?
How many should I wash?
He never gets out of the house but changes multiple boxers.
Why is it like this?
Who'd wear this?
He'll die of rashes. Stupid boxers.
STILL SAVING PRIVATE RYAN? NOW SAVE RYAN'S PRIVATES WITH DIKKY.
DIKKY BRIEFS AND VESTS LAST AGES.
Keep changing into different boxers.
Biscuits...
Do you want some cream biscuits, sir?
He must've heard me.
Hi.
Hi, madam. [in broken English] What want you?
I'll go with a hair spa and face pack.
Why you go, madam? I will be there.
I will pack your face, your hair.
Your complete details, madam, give me.
-You go and sit there. I will come. -Okay.
Welcome back to Maddela Daruvu.
How can you marry a married man? Aren't you ashamed?
He made me surrender, saying he was unmarried.
Are you a criminal to surrender?
You tramp! Why my husband?
Whore!
Why would he come to me if you were good enough?
He came to me because there was a fault in you.
Hey, do you have any sense?
Do you eat food or grass?
What's all this? You're in a studio, not at home.
I'll break your jaw if you act up.
Why are you raising your voice, madam? What's with that tone?
Talk about me. I won't tolerate it if you speak ill about my wives.
I'll scold your husband if you scold my wives.
What, you jerk? Why would I respect you?
I don't even respect my husband.
I'll knock you down if you act up!
You married two women and ruined their lives.
Who are you to preach?
-Fool! -I'm his wife, so I'll scold him.
Who are you to scold my husband?
-What? -Firstly, he's my husband!
Only I have the right to scold and hit him.
Who are you?
It's all because of you!
-Hey! -Jackass!
You!
Stop it, you guys!
There! That's it!
-Beat him up! Beat that fellow! -Akka...
-Stomp on him! -Akka...
-There! Beat him.
Customers!
Change the channel.
Hey, let it be!
Hey! Stop acting up!
It's all because of you.
-Did you marry her? -Hey, you.
Stop it! What are you doing? Shut up!
-Shut your mouth! -Madam.
Blame me, madam.
Leave my wives alone.
How dare you talk back to me!
I'll break your jaw! Shut up!
Stupid!
Sit quietly!
Greetings, sir. Hope you enjoyed this drama.
A man should support another man.
Listen, Yakub. You're telling me that both of your wives are sweet.
Then why did they hit you?
I'll tell you, madam.
He tried to beat us up, listening to some jackass at the bar.
But we beat him up instead.
Give me a minute, madam.
My husband has the video where that jackass gave his speech.
Wait, let me show it to you. Hey!
-Hey! Give it to me! -Let go! I'll show it to her.
Will you two never stop?
Jerk!
I shouldn't be the only one seeing drunk men rant about their wives.
The entire nation must see it.
Let's take a short break before watching it.
What nonsense!
This is utter bullshit!
We must beat up rogues who fool women into marrying them with slippers.
But what's with them?
What type of a regressive society are we living in?
We should not just beat up such men, madam.
We must chop them into pieces, make pickles out of them,
and make them unfit for another marriage.
That's right. The worst part about this was
those two women.
They're ready to compromise.
In this system of marriage, as long as women depend on men financially,
women's suffering won't end.
That's why I run my beauty parlour on my own, though we're doing well.
My husband, Ganta Ravi, always supports me in such matters.
I give money to my husband but never ask him for money.
-Oh, is it? -You're so lucky.
Yes, that's right.
Of course.
My Vikram too.
He respects me and my ideology.
Even in our conversations,
he makes sure he doesn't forget his limit.
He's a thorough gentleman.
What does your husband do?
He used to work in the IT sector.
He's passionate about writing.
That's why he took a sabbatical and is now writing a novel.
Wow, a writer?
That's great.
We chose the right life partners since we're smart.
-So true. -Or we'd also end up on TV.
Oh, my God.
Anyway, it was nice to meet you both.
These are my cards.
-Oh, are you a lawyer? -Yes.
You'll be a lot useful in the future.
-Do you have kids? -Yes.
Which school do they go to?
Autumn Leaves!
My Lucky goes to the same school.
-Oh, really? -So does my Adithi.
-Oh! -Oh, what a surprise!
-Our kids go to the same school. -Yes.
I think we should make our husbands meet each other.
-They will be surprised too. -Yeah.
-Sure. -Indeed.
Our husbands will be as surprised as we are.
-So true. -Yeah.
-Okay then. Leaving? -Nice meeting you. Bye.
Welcome back to Maddela Daruvu.
We're about to show you the video you all were eagerly waiting for.
My dear fellow husbands and would-be husbands!
Should we also go extinct like tigers in the jungle?
Or fight and protect our existence?
Vikram?
Who's going to join me in this struggle?
[in unison] We will!
Who will win with me?
[in unison] We will!
Rahul?
Who's going to cross this bar with me?
[in unison] We will!
Oh, Ganta Ravi!
We will!
Phew!
Pinky?
Pinky.
Pinky?
Hey, Sai.
Oh, a new dress, cake... Is it your birthday?
Yes.
Come on.
Come on, sit, sit.
What now? Should I wish you a happy birthday?
-I'm not here for your wishes. -Oh.
-I got a cake for Pinky and aunty. -Hey, come here. Sit.
Talk to Pinky and aunty later.
Talk to me first.
How old are you now?
Are you blushing?
Fourteen years.
Fourteen is a teenager.
You're about to be a man.
Do you know anything about being a teenager?
No.
You know, your body starts to change, man.
First, your voice will change and you'll sound like a frog.
Then your legs will grow hairy.
Then little things will grow bigger.
This is what is called puberty.
Instead of enjoying your puberty,
you're celebrating your birthday party with a cake like a kid.
-My cake-- -Let go of it, Sai.
Disappointed with you.
Not cool.
It's a tasty cake, Sai.
Happy birthday, Sai.
Your behaviour isn't up to your age, Sai.
Some of them can't act their age even when they're 30.
Anyway, happy birthday.
Come, let's go.
Happy birthday, Sai!
Adithi, no.
Don't eat like that.
You should not use your hands.
No, Granny, I'll use my hands.
Nanamma told me I'll gain weight only if I eat with my hands.
-What? -Adithi.
It's okay.
Let her eat as she wishes.
Okay?
Have it, dear.
I think you need to see a counsellor, Vikram.
Counsellor for what?
I know a counsellor.
Meet her once.
Why should I meet her alone?
Because you have a problem with me.
I have a problem with you?
I don't get this.
Rekha.
-[video playing] -Rekha, no... Adithi is watching.
Let's talk about it later.
Rekha, please.
-Or fight for our existence? -Rekha, please.
Rekha, stop it.
Adithi should also know about her father.
Dad, is that you?
Yes, dear. That's your father.
I'm sorry, Adithi.
Why sorry, Dad? You look very cool.
Why aren't you like that at home as well?
I like you that way.
What's going on?
Did you open your salon at home as well?
Do this facial for your customers at the shop.
Why are you ruining a little kid's face?
We are yet to get our ₹1.5 lakh.
Aren't the accounts matching?
How long do you need to count it?
₹6,000 is missing from that.
Be silent, woman!
Why are you looking at her?
Aren't the accounts sorted yet?
It's short by ₹6,000. Let me explain.
Why is there a difference of ₹6,000?
Wouldn't you say it's justified if he gets drunk in a bar?
When did I drink?
Oh, you're a family man, so why would you?
Well, did you see me?
Not just me, the entire world saw
what you did at the bar with your friends.
You...
Hey, girl. Show your dad that video.
-Here. -Who'll cross the bar with me?
Have a good look at yourself as you cheered, drunk out of your mind.
You... You're not worried that you have a growing daughter.
Come on, girl. Let's go inside.
Come on, Lucky. Let's go to sleep.
Up yours, you shameless fellow!
Up yours! Up yours! Up yours!
Will you die if you don't drink for a day?
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?
Atha, come in quick!
The serial is about the begin.
Why are you talking to that useless fellow?
-Come on! -Oh, Rama Chandra!
That aside.
Do you think it's fair?
I'm your son.
How can you hit me in front of my wife and kids for a mere 6,000 bucks?
Your father did the same thing when he was alive.
You turned out the same.
I made it big in life because I kept a count of every single penny.
Okay! Do whatever you want.
I'll bequeath my wealth to my daughter-in-law.
At least she will give me some water before I take my last breath.
I have never seen a mother-in-law supporting her daughter-in-law.
That's how it is these days.
Do you get it?
Can you give me that bottle?
You wish!
So terrifying.
Should I go back to the wine shop?