Yeh Kaali Kaali Ankhein (ये काली काली आंखें)

Will you be my friend?

My name is Vikrant.

Vikrant Singh Chauhan.

Date of birth, 19th December.

Date of death, probably today.

Three things can ruin a man.

Money, power and a woman.

I was never greedy for money,

flexing power was not my nature,

so the only thing that remains...

Purva.

The never-ending bad luck of my life.

The apple of Akheraj Awasthi's eyes, the demon of our area.

She was his daughter.

Akheraj.

Full name, Akheraj Awasthi "Vidrohi."

The most infamous politician of our country.

Whatever bloody means are included in the book of crimes to stay in power,

he has tried and tested all of them.

And this is his adopted henchman, Dharmesh.

His origin? No one knows.

But the two of them filled my life with unhappiness

for the sake of Purva's happiness.

I was seven years old when I first saw Purva.

Or you could say that she was the one who saw me...

NEW GENERATION, NEW THINKING THE TRIUMPH OF NEW LEADERSHIP

...forever.

I swear, when I saw her, I knew that I need to get out of this place.

But where would my dad go?

He worked as an accountant for Akheraj.

That demon was like God to him.

So, son, once upon a time,

Mr. Akheraj struck the eye of a fish that was spinning on the roof.

And that too, while looking at the water below.

But, Dad, isn't this what Arjuna did in Mahabharata?

I'll give you one slap. Just listen to what I'm saying.

Dad, you're wrong.

-Vicky! -Shut up.

Even back then, I didn't like that girl one bit.

She used to go to my school. Actually, I used to go to her school.

Her dad was the one who got me an admission there.

From the first day till now, there's hasn't been one instance

where meeting her did not end with me or my body getting hurt.

Whenever this ill omen saw me...

Hi, Vikrant.

...something would go wrong.

I couldn't do anything about her eyes, so instead I shut mine.

-All clear? -Trust me.

Golden. Or, Golden, my childhood friend.

Where are you, Golden?

-If your guiding light is faulty... -Can't you see?

...you are bound to trip into the dark.

I swear, she passed by just now, just two seconds ago.

Vikrant.

Then, one day, Purva made me an open offer.

Here, eat this.

Will you be my friend?

Nothing happened that day.

I mean, nothing at all.

Complete silence.

Maybe God had taken mercy upon me.

That's why, after a few days, she and her ominous presence

disappeared from my life.

My life started turning for the better from that day onward.

I started topping my classes, and started running toward my dreams.

Time passed, and Purva too became a forgotten memory.

Golden dropped out of his studies,

and like me, started giving shape to his dreams.

He, in porn.

-You called me? -You got through Engineering?

And I, in Engineering.

-Brother. -Yes?

On the first day of college, Dad gave me a Casio watch worth 150 rupees.

And God gave me Shikha.

I saw her for the first time in college.

And after that I kept waiting for her to notice me.

Look, there she is.

Who sent this?

Who sent this? Will someone tell me who am I supposed to meet?

Me.

-You have to meet me. -You're flirting with me?

I was just waiting for you to notice me.

Stay there, I'm coming.

-Tell me. -Shall I?

-Tell me! -First you turn around.

-Eyes closed. On the count of three. -Okay.

-One, two... -Two...

What is this for?

Pack your luggage. The letter from Bhilai will come soon.

Oh, my God.

What if I get a job in Delhi?

Ask them for a transfer.

-Why should I? What's in it for me? -What's in it for you?

A small home in Bhilai.

A small garden.

-A small car. -A dog, too. You always forget the dog.

We'll get a dog, too, but a small one.

Why do you only dream of small things?

Because I've also chosen a small, cute girl for myself.

And what will you tell my dad?

My dad gets mad at the mere mention

of Akheraj and the people who work for him.

What is your plan, Mr. Vikrant?

Shikha, our whole life is getting on track.

Everything will work out slowly.

First, the letter from Bhilai. Then a small house, and then...

A dog!

My life story was getting right on track,

but I guess the writer of my destiny had other plans.

Two men on a motorcycle opened fire in broad daylight,

in which six people died, along with Gyanendra Singh.

It is being speculated that these two shooters

are associated with Akheraj Awasthi's party.

Bloody hell!

-Pallavi, what is this for? -The yogurt.

-Will you bring it tomorrow? -Right away.

I'll bring it now, Dad.

-What happened? -It's spicy.

So bring home a girl who will make less spicy food.

Mine is feisty, so she makes spicy food.

-Mom, I want yogurt. -I'm bringing it.

And how long will you be roaming around jobless?

Don't you want to do something with your life?

Yogurt. I told you I'm waiting for the appointment letter from Bhilai.

What?

Appointment letter, from Bhilai. Let it come first.

What nonsense!

You only think small.

Come to Mr. Akheraj's office tomorrow.

-For what? -By 10:00 a.m.

-But for what? -Shut up!

-I just told you... -Vicky!

But my...

-Shut up! -Shut up!

Why are you giggling? Eat quietly.

Hello, bring me some jaggery.

Hey uncle, you didn't return the money for the last film.

I'm not able to earn anything.

-But your luck is shining. -Why?

-You'll be working at Akheraj's house. -My foot!

Yeah, give me attitude.

-Wait for five minutes. I'll be back. -Go. Smile a little, man.

-Shut up, stupid. -Good luck!

AWASTHI MANSION

-Yes? -I have to meet Mr. Akheraj.

Go straight and then turn to right.

I just had to go in and show my face to Akheraj, and come back.

How? I had a plan for that.

But on that day, after many years, she suddenly appeared before me.

Actually...I had to go to Mr. Akheraj's office...

This place is so big that I lost track.

You took a wrong turn. Turn back, and go straight through the main gate.

Thank you.

By the way, lovely to see you, Vikrant.

After 15 years, eight months, and seven days.

Purva.

Hello.

Actually, I came here for an interview and got lost.

I know.

Go and give your interview.

And... congratulations.

Congratulations on your first job.

Vicky, come here! Why are you dressed like a ruffian? Take this off!

You've crossed all limits. Wear this tie. I've been waiting for you.

Just two minutes. Tuck this in.

I kept asking him for two more minutes. Come on.

-He's asked about you six times. -You should've let him go.

-Anyway, what work will he make me do? -Wash his ass! Come here.

Why are you going there? Is your hair okay?

-Be nice. Touch his feet when you go in. -How?

Touch his feet when you go inside.

Don't keep standing like a bamboo, got it?

Listen, SSP, the two innocent men that you killed in broad daylight,

they were from my party.

And you guys killed them in an encounter.

What message did the common people get?

That our party has criminals who get killed daily in police encounters?

Mr. Akheraj, I had told you before

not to admit Dharampal and Bhupendra into your party.

Elections are around the corner and their misdeeds had reached Delhi.

And if we don't stop them, the reputation of the police gets ruined.

Please leave.

Okay, sir.

-What is it, Mr. Chauhan? -Sir.

Greet him.

-Greetings, sir. -Please tell me, how can I help you?

This is my son, Vikrant.

Hello. What do you do, young man?

Actually, I...

As of now he is just whiling away his time.

I'm hoping his life will change by your grace.

Sir, I have a degree in Engineering.

What can you operate?

-What? -I mean, what all can you operate?

Sir, cars, bikes... Both.

You want to be a driver in life?

No, I was asking whether you know how to shoot a Mauser, Beretta,

or that big boy, what is it called? AK-47, AK-57, whatever it is.

Know how to use them?

He will learn that, too.