Sooryavanshi

You're still at work?

I've been waiting for you.

What's the hurry?

You don't call, but as your son is coming, this is the third call.

-I'm leaving. -Okay.

You are late.

-Let's go. -Take this.

I still have so many chores to finish at home.

Why are you so stressed out? I know you miss Veer a lot.

He'll stay with us for a few days.

On 12th March 1993,

Mumbai witnessed 12 bombings in various places,

the first terrorist attack of this kind in India.

These blasts introduced the Mumbai police

and the common man to something that shook the nation,

RDX.

Mumbai police worked tirelessly on this case.

The officer who arrested many suspects , solving the case in just under 48 hours,

was Inspector Kabir Shroff.

We heard the masterminds behind these attacks,

Bilal Ahmed and Tiger , have fled from India.

That journalist was right.

Tiger and Bilal fled the country two days before the blast.

Tiger went to Iran.

And Bilal Ahmed went to POK

to join Omar Hafeez.

Omar Hafeez used to do all of ISI's illegal work.

Omar was also instrumental in training the '93 bombers in making explosives.

We've also heard that 1000 kg. of RDX was brought into Mumbai.

But only 400 kg. was used in these serial blasts

and 600 kg. is still missing.

Is this correct?

Nobody knew if this was true or just a rumor.

Only Kabir Shroff knew

that 600 kg. of RDX is buried somewhere in India.

And that it was buried by Bilal Ahmed.

Bilal, you will stay with us now.

In 1999, ISI helped Omar start a terrorist organization,

called Lashkar.

And in turn, ISI used them in the Kargil war.

But in war, Omar's eldest son,

Imaad Hafeez, was killed by the Indian army.

Hearing this, Omar's younger sons, Riyaaz and Raza,

left their studies in London and returned to Muzaffarabad.

Father , we won't go back now.

I promise you, sister-in-law,

no one across the border will ever be safe again.

Next week, Mohali is hosting a cricket match between India and Pakistan.

Two-day visas have been issued for all of you to go to India.

You will go to India, but will never return.

My friend, Kader Usmani,

has made arrangements for you to stay and work in different cities.

Although Pakistanis,

they were living ordinary lives in India, with Indian identities.

They were everywhere around us. They could've been anyone.

Maybe the watchman at your building or an employee in your office.

It was hard for the police to identify and arrest them.

Because till their commander issued an order, they wouldn't harm anyone.

You only have one contact now.

Your Area Commander-in-Chief, Riyaaz.

Mukhtar, the son of Omar's loyal bodyguard, Bashir,

was going to India to protect Riyaaz.

And thus Lashkar's sleeper cell came into being.

Raza uncle and I…

spent the best years of our lives at London University.

You are going there too.

Study hard.

A lot is going to happen here anyway.

You shouldn't worry.

Raza, take care of our parents.

What's on your mind?

I'm wondering when all of this will end.

You should be wondering about where it all began.

Sixty years ago, some illiterate and power-hungry people

divided the nation over religion.

People like us bore the brunt of it.

Our families were forced out of their homes, their country.

In front of a five-year-old kid,

they beheaded his father, killed his mother.

And with his sister…

Even after coming here, he was labeled an immigrant.

That five-year-old kid was me.

But all of this…

-What will you achieve with all this? -Sacrifices have to be made.

Or what is the difference between us and those bureaucrats?

India changed my destiny.

Now, I will change India's destiny.

If only our elders had paid heed to this,

we wouldn’t be paying penalties for their mistakes.

Yes, Mr. Kabir.

- Is the CM with you? -Yes, he is.

Put him through.

Yes, Kabir.

I've been trying to contact you for the last three hours.

I was on a flight. What is it?

I need to talk to you urgently. Can I come over?

I'll come to the ATS headquarters.

Kabir, every time I get a late-night call from the Anti-Terrorism Squad,

I have sleepless nights.

We've located Riyaaz Hafeez.

For 15 years, these 40 sleeper agents have been hiding in India.

Investigations show that these two dead suspects

used to frequently meet with a hotelier, Rajbir Rathod in Jaisalmer.

This Rajbir Rathod is Lashkar chief Omar Hafeez's son.

Send a team to Jaisalmer now and arrest this bastard.

We didn't have time to seek permission. My team is en route to Jaisalmer.

That lunatic?

Sir, Vivaan. Not Balwaan.

Two things haven't changed for years.

Your hairstyle and your habit of forgetting names.

Sir, once we nab Riyaaz, you're bound to make it to the front page.

Yeah, but only God knows if it'll be with a medal or as a martyr.

Look in front, Yede.

Sir, not Yede, it's Bhide.

-Sent the cash to the bank? -Yes.

I've never tasted such delicious food in Jaisalmer.

-Are you the owner? -My husband and I own it.

What's up?

-She is saying that she loved our food. -A lot.

I hope you will visit again.

Of course.

Can I take a selfie with you guys?

Sir, it's definitely him.

Inform the local police.

-What will you have? -I'll tell you.

Shall we go to Mumbai now?

-Switch on the light, Kide. -It's Bhide.

As per Central Agency, you're Lashkar Chief Omar Hafeez's son.

In 2007, you came from Pakistan on a tourist visa

to watch the India-Pakistan cricket match in Mohali, but never left.

For 13 years, you've been living here as Rajbir Rathod,

and you married an Indian girl, Jyoti Gupta.

In Central Agency's report, you were involved in the 2011 Mumbai train blast.

After Srinagar, Ahmedabad.

Maybe your agency doesn't know.

That blast was also my doing.

As per our intelligence, there are 40 more people

living in India for years as Lashkar's sleeper cell.

Their time hasn't come yet.

When it does, you won't have to look for them.

Imbecile.

We found you, we'll also find your comrades.

-What do you gain from this? -What do you gain when you do your job?

Same thing.

I sleep better at night.

Like I did that night.

Taj 26/11… you remember, don't you?

If you try your heroics with me,

I'll kill you and bury you under this safe house.

No one will find out here in India,

nor your father will ever hear about it in Pakistan.

I heard that you solved the case in just two days.

Only Tiger and Bilal managed to evade you.

You know a lot about me,

but we know that after 1993, Bilal was hiding in your father's house.

I kept telling him that it is wrong.

Riyaaz is now in Indian custody.

I don't know what they will do to my son.

Father.

Riyaaz will be hanged now.

Those Indians will kill him.

No noose in India is strong enough

to kill Riyaaz Hafeez.

He is my son.

He is a soldier.

He will die facing the bullet.

The satisfaction I derived from solving the 1993 blast case

is equal to the regret for not arresting Bilal.

Sir, how can I forget '93?

I lost my parents in those blasts.

And nobody regrets it more than me.

It was India's first experience with serial blasts.

In those blasts,

some lost their business, some lost their courage

and some lost their family.

Department and media think that

I am still tracking Bilal because I want to settle the score.

This is not true.

In 1993, one ton of RDX was brought in, but only 400 kg. was used,

and shook the whole of Mumbai.

600 kg. is still buried somewhere.

And the scary part is that only Bilal has this information.

Bilal, it's time to go to India.

Go and confirm Mumbai police's suspicions

that for the last 27 years, 600 kg. of RDX is buried

under their own soil.

Okay, brother.

Raza,

inform Mukhtar and Usmani that Bilal is coming back to India.

-Go home, Vidya. I'll lock the garage. -Don't be late as usual.

Yes, all right.

I went to your garage, they said you're here.

You fixed my vehicle but I never paid you.

Please don't worry.

I know you are good for it.

You shouldn't trust anybody nowadays.

Here is the money.

How did you lose your two fingers?

This… happened during the Afghanistan war.

I used my hands for a bomb explosion.