Afsos

You had nearly killed her, Nakul.

You stabbed her in the stomach,

but even that did not stop her.

She even had an extra finger.

And the sudden storm,

this can't just be a coincidence.

I am convinced.

Upadhyay is immortal.

But.

But...

She is so evil,

- how can I give her the elixir? - Shloka!

What?

She had Shloka’s phone, which means…

Oh my God!

Oh Lord Vishwanath!

We did not order this.

It’s a welcome drink, son.

This, this is...

My ashram, Nakul!

This is my ashram!

Huh?

The main accused in the murder of twelve monks in Harsil,

Fokatiya Baba, is in Mumbai,

says the local police.

Monks from neighboring villages have gathered outside Harsil police station

and will be on an indefinite hunger strike.

See, I understand your confusion,

even I did not believe when the monk first told me.

But think about it,

you've tried to kill Nakul, so many times,

yet he lives!

Why?

Because the first time, he gave the wrong address.

The second time, I used the wrong hand gun.

Should’ve used M9 in close range.

The third time due to Vikram and...

the fourth attempt...

And what’s common here?

Nakul survived every time.

Yes.

He survived,

because he is a little cockroach that I will crush.

I…

I understand your state of mind, I do.

You understand my state of mind?

You understand?

What do you mean you understand?

Have you ever killed anyone?

Do you know what it feels like to see someone stop breathing?

Have you seen someone turn cold and blue right in front of your eyes?

Yes, I have.

Dibakar.

My husband.

He was a great guy.

He always tried to make me happy.

He always put me first.

He would apologize even when I was wrong completely.

I cheated on him once.

And he forgave me,

just like that...

Who does he think he is?

Sometimes if someone is too good,

it kind of irritates you.

You know what I mean.

Their goodness makes you feel as if...

You are a bad person,

and that’s a very suffocating feeling.

I was living with that feeling for years.

The feeling that...

I am not good enough.

I don’t deserve him.

So I let him go.

Okay.

Oh no!

Ayesha!

- Okay, I’ll just give you my location. - Ayesha, no no no, hang up, hang up!

- Ayesha! - Yeah, no problem.

Sorry, sorry.

What the hell is this?

Hit woman attempting to kill an immortal man!

Do you know how ridiculous this sounds?

I know the title is too long...

Shut up!

I asked you to write a story on the hit woman!

You dragged immortality into this as well!

You think this is your family business!?

- Mind your language! - To hell with language, what will you do?

Go and complain to the HR? Just please go.

And you know while you are there, figure out your exit interview as well.

Because guess what, you are fired.

- What? - Karthik!

Yeah, what?

Leave, pack your stuff and leave! Please just leave right now.

You know what? You can’t fire me because I fucking quit.

No, no, no. You didn’t quit. You got fired Ayesha.

That’s right, you got fired.

Just take your shit with you man!

- Umm, excuse me sir? - What?

Someone is waiting to meet you in your cabin.

Yeah, how can I help you guys?

Good evening sir.

I am here to see Ms. Ayesha Mirani.

She disconnected it.

One second, one second, one second, it’s…It’s ringing, it’s ringing, it’s ringing.

One second, one second, one second, one second.

What?

Ayesha...

Ayesha, I am, I am, I am really sorry,

I am really sorry for the way I spoke to you.

Go to hell!

Hello? Hello?

Listen, I am telling you, its...

Hello? Hello, Ayesha?

You bastard!

What the hell do you think of yourself, huh?

What didn't I do for the company?

I slogged my ass for four fucking years for what?

To get fired?

No no no no no, I fire you!

I have seen a lot like you, you jerk!

You are no journalist.

You’re a pimp!

Shove your magazine up your ass and get lost!

Asshole!

You know what?

Your dick is a piece of fiction!

Asshole!

Ayesha!

Famous Odisha comedian, Biswa Kalyan Rath...

I am leaving, sir. Good night!

was shot dead in broad daylight.

All his shows have been cancelled.

This shows no one is safe, not even the celebrities.

Don’t do it, brother!

Why are you taking unnecessary tension?

Just go back already.

Blood stains near the bathroom,

hash from Harsil,

four of Ayesha Mirani’s visiting cards,

who works at the same Notify magazine

that was found in the ashram.

There must be some connection, brother.

Hey, Mr. Detective,

thousands of people die every second, in India.

If you'll take every case so seriously, when will you live your life?

Just make a report stating

the monks killed each other for power and finish it off.

- Brother, can I say something? - Hmm.

Please don’t mind,

but you don't deserve to be a cop.

Hey!

what do you mean?

That you shouldn't be a cop.

I heard that, but why?

Look, I am not a bad person.

I understand this is a very big case for you

but in this job, we need to be practical.

Now if you get too involved in this case

and someone pulls the trigger on you, then?

I'll be dead, so what?

It's better than drinking my life away.

Fuck off, you're a buzz kill.

There is a saying in Harsil,

Life is mortal but deeds are immortal.

Meaning?

It means that a person may die, but his actions make him immortal.

Oh God!

Don't bring God into it.

You tell me, what kind of existence is this?

We nab poor drunks and feel proud.

Why did you become a cop?

To do some good and leave a mark, right?

But what are you really doing?

You listen to people's complaints, laugh, and go back to your hollow life.

Brother, I am a cop from a relatively small police station.

But you get so many cases.

If you still can't do anything, then shut down the police station.

Why launder your uniform for the laundryman’s service?