Made in Heaven

Previously on Made In Heaven.

They say marriages are made in heaven.

Here, your inner spirit takes a back seat to your address.

You're either an insider or an outsider.

Until then…

welcome to Delhi.

This wedding can't get canceled.

Some shit always goes down.

What are we supposed to do, Tara? The baraat is outside.

But this is illegal.

You know, for once, I just want us to do our job.

Design. Venue. Catering.

For me? It's beautiful!

Thank you.

Tara!

All of this is for you!

You've come to a classy party.

Don't act like a bitch from the streets.

You're talking about our home. And it was yours as well.

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

I like working, Ma.

So work! When have we stopped you?

You're a trained secretary.

Manage our properties.

They're not planning a baby?

They say they are.

But who knows?

Something's been up with Adil, you know?

You think he's having an affair?

Men are stupid.

It's happened to all of us,

so we just have to carry on.

It's not about Faiza alone, man!

This… this marriage is not working!

You know she used to be this…

really sweet new girl in town, super simple.

You recorded me without me knowing?

No, it was the CCTV footage.

-I didn't even realize… -You didn't realize?

-You fucked up! -Don't say--

I fucked up!

-Yes, I fucked up. Yes… -I cheated!

-Wait, what? -We're the same, Adil.

Jaspreet, hi.

Please call me Jazz.

Jazz.

A wedding must be fun.

How did we get stuck with this organic stuff?

You talk so much crap.

He's not a son, he's a snake!

Look, he stole all the jewelry.

He'll sell it to get high.

I kept the jewelry for your wedding.

He took that too.

Anyway, what are you… like the official video person, right?

Yeah, I'm the official video person.

So just stick to your job.

Some things are not OK. I'd break his teeth if it was me.

I thought this was Kabir's home.

It is.

We live together.

Kabir, I like you a lot.

I really like you too, Jazz.

But do you like me?

You love her?

I love her.

-Karan Mehra? -Yes. One second…

-We have an arrest warrant in your name. -What?

-Why? -Under Section 377.

We're going to the station.

We have to suffer for your sickness.

No matter what you people think.

No matter what the law thinks.

He has done no wrong in my eyes.

Karan! Nawab! On the court, now!

You'll never touch another boy.

Ma!

You're a disgrace!

-Ma! -Have you no shame?

I can't believe I hated you for so long.

I can't believe I've loved only you.

I want to file a PIL against Article 377.

You want to file a Public Interest Litigation?

Yeah.

I understand you owe money,

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

Listen, I really need it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked.

This pattern has to stop, Karan.

Borrowing from here and there…

Let's do one thing.

Make me a partner with a 10% stake, and everything is excused.

Deal.

What are we going to do?

We'll survive.

Six months later.

Sir, not allowed. Come.

Hello! Would you like to have some sugar?

No, thanks. I'm good.

You good?

Really?

I can't do this. There's a limit to everything.

Disgusting.

I know, Tara, but it's the only big wedding we got.

OK. It's not ideal. But still…

We had to take the job, right?

They want this novelty, we'll oblige.

Please don't refer to these girls as "novelty."

Look at their obsession with white skin. Look at them.

Bloody hypocrites!

We'll bounce back.

Even if we don't, we can't do this.

Don't touch me!

Don't touch me!

I knew this would happen.

-Let me… -No, give them some time.

Welcome to our humble abode.

This doesn't feel like India at all.

It feels just like being abroad.

Thank you! This is our home. Please come.

He was so worried that I would never leave England.

And then when he showed me this property,

we came back to Delhi!

This is just beautiful!

So let me tell you a little more about this place.

Oh, Dad! Not again.

-This is special. Just this once. -Aman.

Go ahead.

So this place belonged to a British colonel in the 1920s,

and then a South African ambassador to India.

It's gorgeous.

So, we were thinking this place could be perfect for the wedding.

Oh!

Didn't you like any of the venues we showed you?

They were lovely, Tara.

But this is home after all…

-It's a lovely idea. Right? -Yes.

That’s settled then.

I think we could do something that reflects your life.

Indo-British.

Maybe we could start with a high tea,

do a pretty outdoor wedding,

and then serve dinner.

Tents, piano player.

Sounds good. I like it.

I'm glad.

The weather is perfect for a sundowner.

Oh, yes! That'll be amazing!

Sarina?

Yeah! That sounds really good.

And will you be hosting the bachelor party here as well?

Oh, no. My mates will be trashed,

and you can't have the folks lurking about.

Can you just book that beautiful rooftop you showed us?

Yeah, sure.

-What are you saying, Aman? -Thank you.

-Do we lurk about? -No, we don't. You do.

The photo that I wanted,

I've emailed it to you.

Just use the corrected version.

Sure.

Yes.

No wedding location. No fucking margin!

It's OK. We'll get a good deal on the party venue,

and we'll figure out the food and booze.

-Let's get to the office first. -Yeah.

Did we just walk through hell?

-Morning, ma'am. -Good morning.

-Hello, boss. -Hello.

-Namaste, sir. -Namaste.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

We had to send Rupali home. She had a minor accident.

-She fell down the stairs, sir. -What?! Is she OK?

It's a sprain, sir.

With such high heels, what did she expect?

You can't do fashion in this office.

You need an auditor. I said that ages ago.

We don't function like that.

In the last six months, you’ve only done eight weddings.

Forget about making profits…

the business is incurring loss after loss.

On top of that, you’ve hired a production head.

You should be giving lectures on business management.

They were small-scale weddings. There was no margin.

Then catch some big fish.

Look at page 15.

Look at the scale of the weddings that Harmony is organizing!

Do you know the annual turnover of Copter Bike?

Over a billion rupees.

The party you messed with lost, so we have nothing to worry about.

No one can touch you.

And now you are of legal status.

Everything will be OK.

Excuse me!

Tara.

Listen. The Batra-Kapoor wedding is a good start.

OK? The season has just begun.

I'm sure we'll get some big weddings in spite of everything.

Good.

Made in Heaven needs a good office.

I’ve given this entire house for free, and you have not even thanked me.