Aum Mangalam Singlem

Drink the tea or it'll get cold.

Yes, yes.

I won't warm it up again!

Yes!

Preeti!

Yes?

What did you put in the tea?

Pepper!

Pepper?! I'll die!

You caught cold, didn't you?

It's for that.

There's this Whatsapp group called 'Kitchen's queen',

I got this recipe from there. And there's more,

Tomorrow, I'll make Bhopal's salty tea.

That will cure your cold!

Tomorrow? I have to get to the college early tomorrow,

I'll get some coffee there.

That coffee is garbage!

What happened?!

Vani!

What happened, child?!

I passed the exam! 68%!

- 68? I told you to score at least 70%! - Mom.

Please tell Mr. Professor

not to quarrel with me over a measly 2%.

- He won't. But where are you going? - Okay, bye!

Don't ask her that or dad and daughter will team up!

Of course, she's my special one.

What about me?

Oh yes, of course you are,

I was talking about female category.

Smart answer. Carry on!

Close call. Okay, I'll be off.

Vani's result is out, I'm going to be busy now.

Bye! Bye!

- Siddhu! - Hey!

Oh man.

It's over!

- You broke up? - We're done with college!

- Oh college... - Vani, you have a master's degree,

I have a bachelor's degree,

you won't leave me, right?

I'm here to leave...

...this.

We talked about it,

- we'll donate all the books after the results are out. - Perfect!

- Let's go. - Let's go!

Take my bike.

I'll do it, I'll pay, I'll do everything.

I have already paid!

Yes, yes, I know.

So Vani, when's the party?

Don't answer!

Today evening.

Come on,

let's go.

Okay.

Don't put it back.

Hello, uncle!

We were in the 'C' section.

I dumped my B.Sc. books here, right?

Donate.

I mean donated.

Now no lectures, no IMP, no result, nothing, it's finally over.

Where to put the Arts books?

- Arts? Over there. - Thank you.

It's a beginning, not an end.

My dad has decided,

as soon as B.Sc. ends, he'll make me sit at the factory.

Your dad, professor Jitu Vyas,

will not let you go, he'll make you do triple Ph.D.

Ph.D.

- Vani Vyas. - Yes?

Did you agree with uncle? You won't be going to the factory right?

I won't agree either!

Anyway I don't listen to anyone except you.

That's why, I had to tell you that you liked me.

Or you wouldn't have understood.

What I do understand without fail...

...is that I'll spend all my years, from tinkle till wrinkles in the hand with you.

Rinkle?

That volleyball player?

I'm talking about wrinkles, Vani!

How do I explain wrinkles?

- Those creases. - I see.

I flirted so well, but you didn't even understand.

How will I?

You flirt with me once every 2-3 months.

You keep count?

Earlier, you never missed any opportunity to flirt.

Now you don't even if I give you a chance to.

You know, Vani,

manure is added when a sapling is young,

not after it has grown into a tree.

Vani!

Hey, wait!

"Only you are in my mind."

"I dream of you."

"And, if you're not there, it feels like..."

"...the world is empty."

"For you, I'll swim across..."

"...all the seven seas."

"Oh my love!"

"My love."

"Oh my love!"

"My love."

"For you, I'll swim across..."

"...all the seven seas."

Classroom has a unique smell.

You won't find it anywhere else.

Trivedi sir and his rajma have a huge contribution in it. Boom! Boom!

Siddhu, look! It's still here.

What?

Come here, you'll see.

You're still shy coming here?

People used to make fun!

People got divided here quicker than India and Pakistan's division.

Boys, that side. Girls, this side.

- So, what is it? - Look.

V S

Vani, Siddharth.

No one has changed the benches for 12 years?

That's all you could think of?

What I thought, was that I wanted to emboss an 'S'...

...really hard, near the 'V' that you wrote,

because V should be with S permanently!

Take this.

All that is fine,

but don't get my name tattooed.

If I had to, I'd get Sachin's tattoo.

Really?

You should...

...go to the bench and write 'SS'.

Sachin, Siddharth.

No one can replace Vani.

Say it again!

No one can...

...replace Vani.

Good.

One minute.

You can sit now.

Do you remember our roll numbers?

I remember yours, not mine.

In 7th grade, it was 31,

in 8th it was 34,

that's all I remember.

31 was Shreya's, not mine.

It wasn't?!

It was yours!

Thirty one.

Vani.

It was mine.

Yes! I knew it!

Shreya was 43.

Stop it! Do you remember,

we did 'fast forward' for the first time sitting here.

There we decided, you'll take science and I'll take arts.

Let's do it again!

We did it four days ago.

That was for my result. Come on!

Fast forward, one year.

Siddhu's life after one year.

Ting!

I have lost about 8kgs.

Lie!

It will! I will lose weight!

And I'll be doing something

that gives me the kick!

The 'kick' again?

Let me speak!

Okay.

I'll go on an amazing international trip.

If nothing else, at least one trip to Thailand!

Don't do that!

- Do you know what a trip to Thailand means? - What?

A stamp on the passport, but a stain on your character!

What are you saying?!

People don't go there just to, to...

...to do all that, okay?

Don't be a hypocrite, please.

Okay, your turn.

Fast forward one year.

Vani, one year later,

Ting!

After one year,

I'll own a dance studio,

I'll gift Chintu an Apple computer from my own money.

And hopefully, dad will let me drive.

He still doesn't trust my driving.

Of course.

I don't either.

You treat a divider as the road.

Stop that!

Why are you hitting me? Are you hurt?

You threw such a small party, this is unacceptable.

You say that but that's your fifth Vada-pav.

I got my MA degree, not a Harvard degree, this is sufficient.

We have it good,

no need to do Master's,

if you do you'll have to throw parties.