Ginny Wedss Sunny 2 (गिन्नी वेड्स सन्नी 2)

Rubbing the soil of Hrishikesh on his Hands.

is Meerut's wrestler Badri,

who is up against wrestler Loharu of Hrishikesh in dark red trunks.

What's this?

Right after the handshake, Badri pounces on Loharu.

Damn.

He crumples him like a piece of paper drags him across the dirt.

That must have hurt. Curses.

One, two... and that's three.

And with that, Hrishikesh's wrestler Loharu

is defeated.

That's Badri's fourth straight win today.

I've seen enough.

Looks like only social media wrestlers are left in Hrishikesh

Right?

Total fakes.

Wrestling isn't their game anymore.

They've got no strength left at all...

Now that's amazing.

Absolutely fantastic.

That's more like it.

The rising star of the wrestling world--

state champion Shivansh Chaturvedi

Sunny! Sunny! Sunny! Sunny!

If Badri has the strength of an elephant,

Sunny has the agility of a cheetah.

Bravo!

Well done. This is brilliant.

And with that, Sunny slams him to the ground.

Badri must have cracked all his ribs.

Har... Har... Mahadev!

Incredible.

Give Sunny a thunderous ovation.

He has made us proud.

The boy was exceptional.

Sunny! Sunny! Sunny! Sunny!

Come and collect your reward, young man.

The prize money is Rs. 51,000.

What are you saying, sir?

Did I leave my train behind and come here for the prize money?

I came here to make Hrishikesh proud.

Give the reward to Badri.

Alright.

You were impressive.

You should know, the girls in my college

ask for your number--

not mine.

Listen...

don't mention girls to me too often.

Got it?

Get the tyre pressure checked.

Yes, brother.

- And... park the motorcycle at my place. - Yes, brother.

Don't take it out for a spin.

Yes, brother.

All the best, brother.

Come back as the national champion.

Who can stop me?

Pilot uncle,

at least drive the bus at the speed the ticket costs.

My training starts in Sonipat.

I'll miss my train.

Look. Look.

Brothers and sisters,

this boy is misbehaving with me.

What nonsense.

Unbelievable, Mr. Wrestler--

What has the world come to?

Hold my hand. Why did you let go?

Hold it.

Stop this bus right now. Stop it.

Stop the bus! Stop!

Of course. Driver, stop the bus.

Bro, you've built such a massive body,

but how can your thinking be so petty?

Not petty, brother—filthy.

Because of boys like him,

decent, innocent, naive girls like me

can't even step out of the house.

Innocent?

She was stealing his wallet,

and now she's playing the woman card.

But I still have my wallet.

Because I caught her red-handed.

Get him down.

Listen to me...

Get him down. Come on.

Yes, throw him out.

Get down. Get down.

Make him get down.

I am a state champion.

Stop pushing.

- Make him get down. Do it now. - Do I look like a pickpocket?

Hey, leave me.

Don't let him go.

Come on, take him to the police.

I'll teach you a lesson today.

Sunny! Sunny! Sunny!

How could you do something like this being an athlete?

Take a good look at this shameless,

perverted, womanising wrestler.

Shivansh Chaturvedi, aka Sunny--

That's his name.

"Womanising wrestler. "

You've gone viral, son.

Your reputation is ruined.

How will you become a national champion now?

"Womanising wrestler. "

"Womanising wrestler. "

"Take a good look at this shameless,

perverted, womanising wrestler. "

"Womanising wrestler. "

"Womanising wrestler. "

Hi, friends.

I'm back with a new vlog today.

Actually, today marks my mother-in-law's anniversary.

Although I never met her,

we celebrate her death anniversary every year,

as a ritual, with full pomp, just like my birthday.

Take a look.

Everyone's eating in the backyard.

Everyone's having their meal--

Listen... the sweets. Where are the sweets?

Can't you see I'm making a vlog?

You cut in right in the middle of my reel.

Pintu.

- That's Pintu ji—my husband. - Go call father.

They're almost done eating.

Mom...

You're no longer here—

no sacred threads,

no black dot--

yet no one casts an eye on me.

No one even glances my way.

Son...

Why would anyone look at you?

In India, for marriage,

women must be fair and men must be wise--

like me.

But after failing college,

you dropped out and took up wrestling.

This is my last warning to you.

Shut your commentary

when I'm talking to mom.

Your glasses.

Son, how long will you depend

on your invisible mother?

Learn to stand on your own feet.

Find a girl yourself.

Elope with her and get married.

I'll cover all the expenses.

Listen, I'll foot the entire bill...

But show me a girl who's ready to elope with me!

The Brahmins are sitting outside at the bhoj.

and the father and son won't stop bickering.

He's telling me to elope and marry. Says he'll bear the expenses.

Is that so?

Well, uncle--

if you're really generous,

why not sponsor my wedding?

I know a girl who'll run away with me--

Once I clear the IAS and join LBSNAA.

Jesus accepted the noose for you.

He was crucified.

Yet here you are, skipping studies

to chase girls.

Who cares anyway!

He called.

-My father? -Yes.

He said, "Clear out his room

and ship him back to Bihar...

in the general compartment. "

Listen, where are you going?

Apologise.

God will punish you. Apologise.

I should apologise? Me?

Great.

Apology or not,

he's a lost cause.

this country's gender ratio is totally skewed.

Girls are turning into an 'extinct species'—

endangered breed.

The marriageable ones

all demand a 25-year-old groom,

graduate, sharp-minded,

government job secured.

But... I am a father after all.

Since you're born of me,

I must step up for you.

What do you mean by "born of me"?

Am I some random pimple?

You gave birth to me.

Same difference.

How is it same?

Did I send you a friend request on Facebook

or text you on WhatsApp,

"Kindly give birth to me"?

He seriously thinks he birthed me.

Rudal.

Rudal.