Single Papa (सिंगल पापा)

"Shree Ganeshaya Namah.

Mr. Jatin Gehlot and Mrs. Poonam Gehlot cordially invite you

to grace the wedding of their daughter,

Ayu. Namrata Gehlot with Chi. Anand Aggarwal."

-What's "Ayu" and "Chi"? -Ayushmati and Chiranjeevi.

That's all okay, but this Anand, who it is?

Anand? Mummy, that's Goldie's real name.

And enough with the English. What's happening?

Okay, okay.

"Chi. Anand Aggarwal, Son of Mr. Prem and Mrs. Suman Aggarwal,

on Saturday, 14th September, 2025. With best compliments from Gaurav…"

"With best compliments from Gaurav Gehlot."

You know what? I've had enough.

Papa's acting up. You're in a different zone.

I'm getting married, and I'm not enjoying it at all!

-Get up. -Where are we going?

-We are going out. Come on. -But why?

I'll tell you. Come on.

Bhaiya, come out.

-Gaurav bhaiya. -No shouting, Nammo. We have neighbors.

Bhaiya!

Oh, bhaiya, come out Here I am

Tell me.

Look what I have to do to speak to you guys together.

You and your inflated egos.

Please, Nammo. Don't compare my ego to their male egos.

Will you let me speak,

or should I raise my hand like the feature in zoom call?

Listen, I'm getting married, and I'm not happy at all.

What happened? Did Goldie say something to you?

-I am unhappy because of you, Papa. -You see?

Both your kids are unhappy because of you.

And you too, bhaiya.

What have I done? I was just unloading your wedding invites.

Please, shut up and listen.

I'm getting married and my brother isn't at home.

I'm getting married, but everyone's focus is on my brother.

What do I have to do to shift the spotlight on myself?

Should I get "Main Character Energy" embroidered on my wedding gown?

I am confused.

-You want your brother or attention? -I want both. I'm the bride, guys.

I want to be the centre of attention, and I want my entire family.

I can't get married like this.

Bhaiya, listen. Enough drama. Come home.

"Come home"?

I would come back if I had left voluntarily.

I was kicked out.

You guys need to understand this. If you love me, even a little,

you need to surrender your arms, and stop acting like gangsters.

No. Absolutely not.

Okay. Ultimatum time.

Mummy, Papa, if you don't call him back, I won't get married.

And if my marriage gets canceled the second time…

You will be socially boycotted across Buckingham Palaces.

Look, Nammo.

They might not understand this, but I do.

And I'm ready to come back,

but I won't be alone.

If I come back, my son, Amul, comes with me.

What? Nammo, if he brings the baby,

how will we explain it to your in-laws?

We'll make something up. You call him back, or I'll call Goldie.

No, no! Guggu, come in. Come.

Okay, bring the baby, too.

-You tell. -If he come, he come.

Wow, English?

Just two lines?

Your status updates go on for pages.

But, anyway…

Nammo, you are my sister and I love you.

So, I will come because of your wedding.

But yeah, Parbat bhaiya will come with me and Amul.

And he come, he big. He eat lot.

Look.

Hey.

-Will you come to aunty? -Go, son.

Well done.

This is a forced hug. Couldn't resist.

Here's another forced hug.

Mishra, where the hell are you?

I've been waiting outside your gate.

We're late for our walk, man.

-Brother, I'm not at home. -What?

I have shifted to an old-age home in Gurgaon.

I see.

Stop staring. Your eyes will pop out.

What happened to your "full control" over your family?

We were having space issues in the house.

Oh, I see.

Space issues in such a huge house?

Look how spacious this place is.

So open, so nice.

Everyone is really caring.

And did you see that nurse? Doesn't she look like Hema Malini?

Stop fangirling on Hema Malini.

You idiot, why didn't you tell me that this was happening at your house?

I was embarrassed.

I transferred my house in my son's name.

I thought he's my real son, my blood.

There is no such thing as a blood bond.

Bonding comes from the heart.

Take my advice.

Embrace Gaurav and his son.

The greatest thing in the world is love,

even greater than blood.

Nothing is more valuable, my friend.

Come on.

Get up.

I'll straighten out your son. He can't do this to you.

Let it go, man.

Hey, it's your house, they stay in it. Not the other way round. Come.

-Hey, I'm okay. -Stand up.

-I'm absolutely fine here, man. -Let's go.

Please don't.

You asshole, how dare you kick your father out?

This is our family matter. You have no right to interfere.

Oh, I have no right to interfere, is it?

Do you have no shame?

This is the man who built this house, brick by brick,

and you kicked him out?

Uncle, I am respectful of your age, but won't listen to anything you have to say.

-Get out of here, or else… -Or else? Hold on.

What will you do? Will you hit me? Yeah?

-I will. -You motherfucker!

Stop Gaurav, please.

Leave him, son. Leave him.

APARNA GAURAV, WHERE ARE YOU?

So, where is the presentation, Aparna?

Actually, a colleague was helping me.

Maybe your colleague should make the next presentation.

I'm so sorry, Ayaan. Just give me a minute. One minute.

I'm so sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm letting you off with a warning. Next time, you'll be in jail.

And listen,

if you kick your father out again,

I will file a case and beat you to a pulp.

I made a mistake, sir. It won't happen again.

Leave.

I'm really sorry, it's a bit delayed. I just need a little more time.

-Actually… -Highly unprofessional of you.

I didn't expect this from you.

Ayaan, can we reschedule it?

Sorry, Uncle.

Sorry, Papa.

Please, come back home.

The number you have dialled is busy. Please try…

Papa, I'll drop you home.

I need to rush. I'm terribly late for office.

Appu, I'm very sorry. Please, hear me out.

-It was so chaotic. -I don't wanna hear it.

Appu, I was at the police station.

Why are you so dramatic?

If you were stuck somewhere, you could just send me the presentation.

You know, this whole thing of working together and recommending you,

I shouldn't have done it.

Gaurav, it was the worst day of my life.

You are really irresponsible.

I'm going through so much because of you.

Visits to the priest, therapy sessions.

I don't know what's going on.

Don't worry, I didn't mention your name.

I don't want Amul's papa to be jobless.

So, you feel free to connect with him later.

Papa,

did you thank bhaiyya for everything he did today?

-Why? -Why should I thank my own son?

That makes no sense.

-Bhaiya? -Yeah?

What?

-Say thank you. -What?

There's no need to do that, Papa.

It's needed.

Papa, you owe him a thank you. From the heart, not just for show.

Okay. Thank you.

No, Papa, there's really no need for that.

Why are you frowning like that?

Say it nicely. Hug each other.

Hey, what's wrong with you? "Hug each other"? Is this some festival?

It's enough that he said that.

He's also refusing. So, let it go now. You're so stubborn.

Why are you so afraid of intimacy?

Who is Macy?

I'm not afraid of any Macy.

Not "Macy," intimacy.

It means emotional attachment. Forget it. Now, hug.

-But why? -Why? Because, he is your son.

Is that a reason to hug?

I would understand if someone had died, or someone was hurt.

No, Papa, now. Come on. And I can see you're trying to avoid this.

-Man. -What's wrong with you?

-Come on! -Come on, she won't give up.

-Okay? Happy? -Now, stay alone.

What was that? Do it properly.

-You're really annoying me now. -Stop being such a bossy bride!

I'll die if you don't do it.

-What is this, Nammo? -Come on.

Okay, fine.

Thank you, my son.

Thank you.

Papa, I had more punches in me.