Masaba Masaba (मसाबा मसाबा)

Too much fabric, guys.

Yeah, seriously.

I'm looking a minimum of six months pregnant in this.

-What else? -Let me see.

Show me that.

That's gorgeous. That's nice.

The colour might be too much, right?

Okay, take a photo and show me.

Hey, guys, sorry for barging in.

-Hi. -Hi.

-You had your breakfast? -Yeah, just came to get some stuff.

Hey, listen, your suit is back from the dry cleaners for the awards.

-So should I send it to the studio? -Yeah, sure. Thanks.

Okay.

What, guys?

Nothing.

-Your boyfriend dumped you again? -Nothing.

Just show me.

"A little birdie tells me that there's trouble in paradise

for this artsy couple

who just celebrated their second anniversary.

Rumor has it the husband has been dancing to someone else's tunes

and the lady has designs on a certain foreign import.

Maybe it's in her genes to conquer international waters."

What rubbish, guys!

Where is this foreign import?

Stuck in customs?

Madam, left, left, left. Madam, left.

How will I learn if I don't drive? I know what is "left."

Madam, why don't you hire a driver?

Why do you need to learn all this at this age?

What do you mean, "this age"? I'm not 60 yet!

And I've planned to do all the things that I couldn't do until now.

I'll learn how to swim, I'll get a tattoo, I'll learn how to drive,

and I’ll play the lead role in a film.

-Yeah, Mohini. I'm learning how to drive. -Neena, where are you?

Today's my third lesson.

-How's it going? -It's so easy!

Madam, stop driving.

You can't talk on the phone while you're driving. You'll die!

-Please stop. -Okay.

Hold on a second.

I'm stopping.

One minute, one minute. What blind item?

Yeah, Sheela forwarded it on the WhatsApp group.

-Did you send it? -Yes.

Hold on, let me just take a look at it.

Are you teaching or disrupting traffic?

But how is this about Masaba?

They've mentioned an artsy couple, musician and designer.

Where is it mentioned?

It's in the tailpiece section of the paper.

Are they having problems?

It's all nonsense. They came over for dinner two weeks ago.

Okay, I'll call you later. I have to finish my lesson.

-Okay? Bye. -Bye.

Okay, let's go.

Home, please.

I've to go back to the driving school. Other students are waiting.

Please, just drive.

-Masu! -Hi, babe.

How are you, babe?

So I can't wait to see this amazing outfit you've made me

for my Swachh Bharat thing.

I've made you a few options and you'll love--

Okay, listen, babe.

I'll actually have to collect trash. So I really hope it's comfortable.

Don't worry about that. Would you like an iced vanilla latte?

I'm vegan now. Black coffee is fine.

Okay. Shweta, will you please get Kiara a black coffee?

Is this the new collection?

-Yeah, take a look. I'll be right back. -Sure.

Interesting, no?

Excuse me, mister, what's taking so long?

Why don't you relax and get a massage? Give it here, I'll do it.

-It's done. Just two minutes. -Do it quickly.

Ma'am, it's done. It's ready.

Come fast now, Gehna.

Babe, just one minute.

Wow, guys. The client's waiting downstairs and y'all are just chilling.

Give it here. I'll do it. Give me the blouse.

But is it too much?

No, it's fab!

And, anyway, you look great in everything.

Of course. But listen,

I feel like Tia was wearing a print like this at her mehendi ceremony.

-Did you give her something like this? -No, that was very different.

-Anyway, this is much better. -Yeah, I quite like this.

Are you going for her... The final wedding on Friday?

There's so many weddings!

I can't be attending so many parties. I'm so busy shooting!

Is it too soon?

I read the blind item, babe.

Listen, you know you can tell me anything anytime?

I'm your friend first, then a star.

You know Vinay and me are great together, right?

And I'm sure that journalist has some agenda against us.

He's coming to the awards with me tonight, so I think everyone will shut up.

Of course. In fact I knew this. I don't even read blind items.

Someone just sent it to me.

Speaking of journalists, has anyone called the paps?

-Yes, ma'am. -Perfect.

-Should we do a final check? -Let's.

Broom, please.

Slit? Leg out? Or what do you think?

-Little. -Me, too.

Something's missing.

Put your hands down.

-Sunglasses. -Okay.

I think this should do the trick. I knew it!

-What do you think? -Love.

Send me your Instagram handles and I'll hashtag.

Bye!

Entourage, hurry up!

A broom for the sunglasses?

I guess that's a fair deal.

Hi, Masaba. Just heard about something not very nice...

I know it's all nonsense, but...

I just wanted to tell you that... with marriage, you have to work at it.

It's not so easy,

and there will be ups and downs, but you can't give up, okay?

Just call me, okay? Please call. Urgently. Bye.

Take the next left.

Madam, madam, one selfie?

Madam, please take off your sunglasses.

-Ma'am, can you say that line? -What line?

That one from Kamzor Kadi Kaun.

It was my favorite show. I used to watch it after school.

"You may leave. Namaste."

-Okay? -Thank you, madam.

What do I do about my mom? She's just calling me non-stop.

Doesn't she understand that I need my own space this time?

And you heard that voice note, right?

What was that?

I mean, wherever I go, whatever I do...

everyone says, "Your mom is so cool, she's such a badass.

It must be so cool to have a mother like her."

I mean, just see this!

She did everything she wanted to, but I've always been stifled.

I didn't even have a boyfriend until I was...

What the fuck was that?

Did you just smell me?

No.

No... No.

I was just wondering, Masaba,

do you know anybody who uses The Garden of Eden by Nene?

I mean, you work with so many actresses,

and you work with them so closely, you must know.

What's that?

It's a perfume.

Smells of, like, vanilla and cinnamon and apples,

with a hint of mistress in it.

I don't know anybody who uses that.

Anyway, this blind item...

Vinay isn't picking up anyone's calls, so everyone's been calling me.

Ma'am. Shilpa left her jacket behind.

Give it to me.

You can leave.

You know, honey...

don't let these tiny blind items perturb you.

I mean, come on, look at me, I'm a superstar's wife.

Do you know the kind of things I hear about my husband?

These are all rumors, Masaba.

I mean, if I had to believe everything that I heard about my husband...

Oh, God, I would be in therapy. You know?

Only Sonam can send me to a therapist who has more issues than me.

Does no one deliver the paper to your house?

You've turned me into a ragpicker.

I refuse to subscribe to the newspaper.

When I read about others getting roles over me, I get depressed.

-Show me that thing about Masaba. -Here.

Welcome. You look like you need a drink.

Come. I'm trying some new recipes.

This one is Itchy Butt, and I'm calling this one Dog's Tail.

Yuck! What are these names, Gia? I don't wanna try.

Okay, I'll change the names. Try them at least.

The bar's opening in two months. I need a cocktail menu.

You know what? Give it to me. I desperately need to day-drink today.

This is not bad.

So, then, should I name this one "Blind Item" in your honor?

You couldn't stop yourself, right? Had to bring it up.

What to do, man? Three journalists have called since morning.

They want my quote as your "close personal friend."

What the fuck do I say to them? Should I tell them everything?

What do you mean?

Just that your colon-cleansing bills have bankrupted Vinay.

"Masaba's marriage in the toilet?

Is her ass responsible for the flushing of his assets?"

Please, Gia, shut up.

"After serving up poisonous tears to Vinay,

Masaba spotted day-drinking!"

"Vinay has one solution to Masaba's 99 problems."

-"Divorce, Divorce." -"Divorce."

For real though, how are you feeling? How are you dealing? And how's Vinay?

I mean, I've been inundated with calls and messages since morning,

but I won't reply to them.

I'm stressed about Mom.

You know how sensitive she is about these things.

Bro, she called me four times since morning.

I just switched off my phone.