Afwaah (अफ़वाह)

So, as you all know,

the State Assembly elections are just around the corner.

And with the restrictions on the sale and transport of cattle,

there's tension in the air.

It would be intriguing to watch

how the government handles this situation.

-Will this affect the elections? -Play Jazz.

-Long live… -Vicky Bana!

-Long live… -Gyaan Singh!

-Long live… -Vicky Bana!

As you can see,

Rashtriya Vikas Dal's rally led by Vikram Singh

is passing through the Butcher's Lane in full swing.

Keep calm! Keep calm!

How long can we keep calm?

We requested them to at least leave our faith and our belief alone.

We pleaded with them.

But if somebody mistakes our tolerance for impotence,

then how can we keep calm?

-Long live… -Vicky Bana!

-Long live… -Gyaan Singh!

After the recent alliance for power,

we are seeing a new aspect of the Rashtriya Vikas Dal.

By looking at the attitude on display here, one can easily say

that this is not just a rally, but a display of power.

-Long live… -Gyaan Singh!

-Long live… -Vicky Bana!

-Long live… -Hold on, listen to me…

Hey! Who is pelting stones?!

Breaking news!

Vicky Singh just got attacked.

The crowd here has suddenly turned aggressive

and started pelting stones at the rally!

And who started this violence will remain debatable for the next few days.

This bid to instill fear has been given a befitting reply.

How badly are you hurt, Vicky?

As you can see, Vicky Singh had to make a hasty retreat from his own rally!

This show of strength has turned completely violent.

What you see here obviously wasn't a sudden outburst.

There is some kind of conspiracy behind it.

There are some rumors.

People here have turned into bloodthirsty monsters.

But let me remind you, even in these dire circumstances,

our channel is bringing this to you exclusively.

-Hey, you! -Please spare me.

Please…

-Hit him! -Come on, hit him! Hit him!

Bloody coward!

What are you doing?

The scorching sun, the burning barren lands.

Shattered hopes and pining eyes.

Every sight is fading away, yet there's nothing to worry about.

T-Oasis Telecom is your companion. In every journey.

Please welcome the man himself.

The adman.

Our very own Sawalpur boy.

Rahab Ahmed.

Please sit down.

This is complete nonsense.

This was the first ad that the agency I started developed.

And this bullshit changed my life.

If you believe in bad stories,

you'll end up getting hurt.

Have you guys read Kabir?

-Yes, sir. -Yes, sir.

"So what if you're as tall as the date palm tree…"

You can say this, and so can you. All of us can.

Good stories…

good poems and good commercials are those with rationale.

Something that provokes you. Why?

You have to ask why!

Therefore, Kabir goes on to say…

"No shade for the weary traveler, and the fruit is too far to reach."

Sir, why did you come back when things were going your way in America?

Yes, things were going my way.

My English wasn't perfect, but I was getting along alright.

Actually… people there didn't mind my accent as much as they do here.

-Yes. -No, honestly.

Honestly.

So, this one time in New York…

I was taking the subway to work.

An Indian uncle was sitting in front of me, with his grandson.

A couple of hooligans boarded at the next stop.

And out of the blue, they started heckling the Indian uncle.

I cannot repeat their exact words here,

but what they essentially meant to say was…

"This is not your country! Go back!"

At first, I thought I should move to the next compartment.

But then it hit me…

that I should do something.

So, I took out my mobile phone and started recording their behavior.

Watching me record them, they started yelling at me.

"What the fuck man! What are you doing?!"

"Stop recording! Stop recording!"

But then something amazing happened.

Another passenger took his phone out and started recording.

Eventually, the entire compartment was recording their behavior.

Trust me…

they were left with no choice.

They covered their faces and got off at the next stop.

But then I realized…

that the scumbags were actually right.

What was I doing out there?

Sometimes even scumbags make sense.

So, instead of being a second-class citizen in a first-world country,

it's better to make small efforts

towards making the lives of our own people better.

So, here I am.

All hail Gyaan Singh!

Come on, let's go!

All hail Gyaan Singh!

You're late, sir. Master is asleep.

Vikram Singh's speech

at the Rashtriya Vikas Dal's rally was highly provocative.

No one expected such fervor from this rapidly rising youth leader.

We cannot show you what happened behind this closed shutter.

When the shutter opened,

the butcher's lifeless body was lying on the floor.

And next to it was his sobbing wife.

Her eyes wondering… what his fault was.

And the person you see here is…

SLEAZEBALL

What do you want?

Sawalpur is all over the news, Nivi.

There are 340,000 mentions of your fiancé on that video.

So?

So, you'll just dump one sleazeball and marry another?

Just fuck off, Ritesh!

Just pick a caterer, will you?

They've been pestering me with options.

Get out, everyone.

Mahinder! Are you deaf?

Get out!

This man is seen begging and pleading for his life.

There are several rumors about him.

Did Chandan Singh murder him brutally?

What are you researching?

Or is Vikram Singh's provocative speech responsible for his death…

"Rising bigotry in Sawalpur."

What's going on, Vicky?

-What are you doing? -Enough!

-Shut this! -What else can you shut down?

Can you shut down Qwitter?

The bloody social media is in a frenzy, Vicky.

I'm getting calls from Delhi with questions,

and I have nothing to say because this is so damn horrifying!

That guy was pleading for his life!

Fuck!

This is so fucked up.

So wrong.

Why are we answerable to a bunch of self-styled activists sitting in Delhi?

Because my fiancé is the future deputy leader of the party.

Do you get it?

Come on, Nivi. Some things are beyond our control.

You know it.

What do you mean some things are beyond our control?

A man is dead!

How does it happen? Please explain it to me.

I was there to give a speech!

-I did not mean it. -Please.

This is all an act.

-Of course. -You know it.

And what do your friends know about Sawalpur?

They know this, Vicky!

What were you telling Chandan here?

HAS VICKY BANA GIVEN CHANDAN A LOT OF LEEWAY?

RUMORS HAVE BEGUN CIRCULATING

Nothing.

Vicky, I can see all your fucking boys here.

I can see the faces of all your bloody cronies!

Ishaan, Monty, Bhanwar, and that fucking Chandan!

Are you trying to tell me that these boys in the video are not them?

That none of these boys are responsible for what happened?

-Nivi. -Get lost!

Nivi, stop it! That's enough.

Why should I stop?

You asked me what my friends know about Sawalpur,

and I'm showing you what my friends and all of India knows about Sawalpur.

Then go ask your own father first!

He formed the alliance.

This rally was his idea.

This was done to show our partners that we are with them.

It was supposed to be peaceful.

-They flung the first stone. -So?

You'll kill them for that?

-Sister-in-law, Vicky did not-- -Please just get out of here!

Please ask him to leave.

Jai.

I didn't get anyone killed.

I explicitly warned Chandan.

But he's a bloody buffoon!

What am I supposed to do?

Then get that bloody buffoon arrested.

That's what you're supposed to do. Do what's fucking right!

Get him arrested.

You know what? You are a coward.

-You are a bloody-- -Don't fucking cross the line!

Don't.

Your dad.

Yes, sir.