Made in Heaven

-Yeah. -Ready?

Change the jacket.

Why?

Wear your blazer, please.

-You're off? -Yeah.

Here, the mood boards are ready and the laptop's in the car.

-Okay, thanks. -Don't worry! It's going to be great.

Yeah, yeah. It's going to be Harmony.

They're only meeting us because you're Tara Khanna.

Let's not go with that attitude,

-and let's hope Harmony fucks up. -Tara ma'am...

which one do you prefer?

White and gold.

Harmony is not going to fuck it up.

They've been making the same pitch for ten years and it still works.

Fucking kings of regurgitation.

God, I need this job.

-"I" need this job? -We! We need this job.

That's better.

This wedding is being thrown by you.

The Roshans.

But...

who are the Roshans?

Well...

the Roshans are like the Scindias.

The Bachchans.

The Oberois.

The Hindujas.

The Roshans are the new age royalty.

So true.

There's only one Angad and only one Aliya.

The coming together of these two unique individuals

is a once-in-a-lifetime event.

Harmony believes your blue blood should dictate the theme.

All of these families have taken inspiration from the great rulers.

Made In Heaven believes the wedding should celebrate the couple.

The theme should tell their story.

And their story is, that they met at Birdsong Café

and fell in love before the coffee was served.

The Mughals.

The Rajputs.

Think... grandeur!

Love...

Birds.

-Roses and skies. -Pink and blue.

Blush and sparkle.

This is your wedding.

I don't get it.

How long have you been in the business?

Two years now. We've handled several weddings.

But...

not of this scale.

So can you do it or not?

Mrs. Roshan, you've put us in a very tough spot.

We can't compromise on the dignity and the privacy of the couple.

What you're asking for, Mrs. Roshan...

I'm afraid we don't provide that kind of service.

That shouldn't be a problem.

We offer background check services, if required.

You will have to be discreet.

Angad is our sole heir after all.

Of course, sir.

And this hurry to get married...

seems like something's not right.

-We just want to be absolutely sure. -No, and you should.

If the girl needs to be investigated, so be it.

Welcome to the family.

Congratulations, please have something sweet.

-What is it? -Karan Mehra?

Yes, what do you want?

Jauhari sir has sent us.

Payment.

I mean, but--

I don't have the money, here, at home.

Okay, give me two days.

I will... I'll come and pay him back.

Two days. Then we won't ask.

Let's go.

Yeah, let me know when you're there.

-Pepper? -Hmm, thank you.

Have you confirmed the Roshan wedding?

Yes.

You're crazy.

By God's grace, you have everything. Just enjoy it.

-They're gone? -I like working, Ma.

So work! When have we held you back?

You're a trained secretary.

Manage our properties.

What's the need to work outside?

If something goes wrong, it will be really embarrassing for us.

The Roshans are a strange family.

Bindu, can you pass me that orange, please?

What do you mean?

It means you have to be careful.

They aren't straight shooters.

Just don't do anything you don't want to.

Yeah...

Yes, tell us.

Look, her parents are divorced.

Her father lives in Sweden. Her mother is still single

and works for a publishing company.

The girl is a straight A student.

All her records from school and college are here.

She had a boyfriend, but he left for America.

Everything else is clean.

Great.

Okay, thank you.

If you find anything else, just call us, okay?

-Sure. -Thank you.

And five, six, seven, eight!

One! Two! Right, left!

One! Two! Three, slide out!

One! And two! Five! Six! Going for a spin!

One! Two! Three, slide back! Come on, guys.

Listen, you know I am killing it!

-That's because you're a Shiamak boy. -One! Two! Three, get down!

Five! Six! Cross over!

One, two, up!

And, down! Up! Down!

Up! Doing brilliant, guys! Come on!

-Going down! -And down!

One! Two, turn around!

-Superb, guys! Superb! -Was it good?

So this wasn't the first time you proposed?

Uh, the first time I was actually turned down.

We'd only been going out for eight months.

It was just too soon to decide at that point--

She has really given me the run around--

-No, no! -Don't believe her!

We just... we come from such different worlds,

and I needed a little bit of time.

They're a full-on industrialist family, you know?

Like, it was a bit daunting.

Can we... can we cut that last line?

-What? -Listen, you're freaking out.

-I'm not. -You are freaking out.

-Just a little bit, maybe. -It's okay, just relax.

Sorry.

That-- that's okay. So, how did you guys meet?

How did we meet?

So I was writing a piece for Platform magazine and...

I had to interview five business heirs

and Angad was number four.

And that's also my nickname, by the way.

-Number four. -One of his nicknames.

That's very sweet, guys.

So, you know, it seems too perfect to be true...

Excuse me, sir?

I'd like you to meet someone for a moment please?

Come.

This is Tara, sir.

Hi. Welcome.

Thank you, sir.

You're number three.

Third time's a charm.

Come, let's go.

Number three?

His last secretary, Mrs. Patel, retired.

After that, two bimbos showed up

and now it's your turn.

All the best.

-I'll be seeing you on Monday now. -Thank you, ma'am. See you.

-Is this Adam guy cute? -He's married.

Adil should only be allowed to do business with single men.

I'll let him know.

You look amazing.

These foreigners are going to flip over you.

Come on now!

Listen, these shoes work, right?

Yeah.

Lose the bracelet though. It's a bit much.

The shiny one!

Yeah.

-Sorry, excuse me. -Sure.

Hi!

Adam, my factory has twice the asking capacity that you need.

So I'm not going to bullshit you. You're one of three manufacturers.

-We're going to need to assess-- -What we need is a round of shots.

-This is a party, please stop working. -She's right.

You're quite serious!

When in Delhi, one must drink like a Punjabi.

Excuse me.

-Do you have a minute? -Not right now.

What is this?

What tray is this?

Who serves guests in a meloware tray?

Don't you have brains?

How the fuck did this tray get here?!

It's just a tray, babe.

How many times am I supposed to tell them?

It's okay.

No one noticed.

Come.

I understand you owe money

but you can't keep taking it out of the company, right?

-Yeah, but what's the problem? -We're still paying for the office.

-The furniture has to arrive. -Defer it, please.

Listen, I really need it.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked.

Let me figure something.