Aurangzeb
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Gurgaon.
...my father's village.
My city.
Where I learned the business
of collection, in school.
The school head-boy and house-captain
were to be selected for next year.
Every year, there were
such collections in our school,
on Independence Day, on teacher's day,
even on the Principal's birthday.
Ten rupees per kid.
And kids used to bring it from home.
The students who could
make these collections happen
were selected as the
head boy or the house captain.
That year, the Principal
chose our class for the collections.
Ten rupees per student,
However, a few tenth class students
were always adamant
about not paying up.
And that year some adamant
guys were beaten up by me.
In retaliation those students
got goons to beat me up.
got beaten up.
Police came to our school.
I had to apologise to the Principal.
But when the house-captain
post was announced,
'Arya Phogat' was
written on the badge.
My name.
Blood and sweat flow downwards
and if the guy sitting down
can make it flow to the people on top,
they say that guy is 'diligent'.
'DCP Ravikant Phogat.'
My uncle.
He and his wife Rama
have brought me up,
along with their son
Dev and daughter Trishla.
Namaste uncle.
How are you?
Namaste Uncle.
- Bless you.
Listen, the kids are here.
How are you?
- Good..
Sister-in-law.
- Trishla.
Gently, the sweets will crumble.
Keep it inside?
- Here... yes.
Respect, sister-in-law.
- Bless you.
Everyone's here.
Namaste, Aunty.
Be happy-
OK, start tying the threads everyone.
Sit down.
I'll wash my hands and be back.
On the outside we look
But we are true businessmen.
We are in the business of collection!
Look this way...
smile everyone... good.
Hide it from Vishnu
and give it to Trishla.
You are giving Trishla
Your sister has chosen
an honest policeman,
who sees colour in money.
Black or white!
Tell Vishnu about your brother Vijay.
He will realize that even
the dogs don't care about the honest.
Vishnu. My uncle's son-in-law.
Uncle has kept him far away
from the collection business.
Vishnu is honest.
I worry for him.
I hope he doesn't
end up like my father.
Carry on. I am coming.
Ok.
I built a home to live away
from the city for a quiet life.
Now this expanding city
has crawled upon our home.
The city where you achieved nothing,
made nothing,
won't even appeal
to you from a distance.
You did it all, didn't you?
Arya.
This is all the conversation
we have had, in all these years.
Policemen often get
into wrong encounters.
Innocent people get killed sometimes.
You made one mistake and,
and you stopped looking at me.
Your conversation used to be
'eaten?' 'School?'
UP to you.
because I did not want
you to get into any trouble.
Two lives were at risk.
The two people who depend on me,
who are my responsibility.
Which two people?
A woman and a boy.
Your woman?
Your son?
Yes.
Bloody...
Were you so lonely after mother died?
We fell in love with each other.
You'll learn a lot more
when you see them.
I don't want to see them.
Just the address would suffice.
You want me to send the money, right?
I'll keep sending it regularly.
Inform them when I pass away.
They live in Nainital.
Don't mention this to
your uncle Ravi or anyone else.
Once I am gone they
are your responsibility.
Your family.
Veera Phogat?
That's me.
I am Arya.
Mum, I am going...
Mum, what happened?
Your father.
Arya brought the news.
Arya?
Papa used to talk a lot about you.
He never mentioned you two until
only a few days before his death.
Yeah.
He knew you wouldn't
accept my mother and me.
Could you not forgive him
after you heard the entire story?
Arya...
Arya...
Uncle.
I can't believe this.
Believe what?
Twenty-five years ago,
thrown out of the police force,
because he accidentally
killed a criminal's wife
and their three-year-old son.
that son are in front of me.
What are you saying?
I don't know anything.
Not even 'Yashwardhan Singh?'
Who is Yashwardhan Singh?
Vishal, go inside.
You two also please leave.
I don't want to answer your questions.
Doesn't matter.
We will keep asking the questions.
I don't know any Yashwardhan Singh.
Who is Yashwardhan?
Your real father.
You have a brother too. Twin brother.
This...
What's all this, mother?
Say something, mum.
Yashwardhan Singh was
once the biggest gangster
in the three states
of Delhi-UP-Haryana.
I didn't know anything
about him when we got married.
And when I came to know
I'd already had twin babies.
Ajay
and Vishal.
Inspector Vijaykant was collecting
evidence against Yashwardhan.
I wanted to get out of
that marriage and that life.
So I became Vijaykant's informer.
All the people that met Yashwardhan...
the time he left home...
I kept informing...
this kept going on... time moved on,
but evidence was never gathered.
Case was never made.
Just like your encounter
never actually happened.
The case was never made.
But I and Vijay fell in love.
Then why bring just one of the twins?
Whatever I had to tell my son,
I have told.
If you want more information,
then bring a warrant, arrest me!
Or else, please leave.
I didn't understand one thing...
of the police because of you two.
He got humiliated in
the press and his department.
But he kept his silence.
the ranks in his department.
own kin matters more than your dreams.
Oh really?
I've always felt
But I know now that he
never thought of me as his own.
to make his case against Yashwardhan.
Today that man operates
illegal businesses
in the garb of a real estate empire.
Police had no evidence against
him then, and has none until now.
Even now Yashwardhan could be arrested
and you two brought
in front of the world.
Then yes,
my brother's name can be redeemed.
But how can Yashwardhan
go to jail now?
Ever heard of 'Aurangzeb?'
The Mughal Emperor?
What if there was an 'Aurangzeb'
in Yashwardhan's gang,
king and kill the rest for the throne?
You mean Ajay?
Ajay's brother Vishal in his place.
When the land starts
getting sold in the villages,
the filth of the countryside
starts coming to the city.
You guys too have become
rich by selling your farmland.
You've earned money but not class.
Untie our driver. Bastard.
Of course I'll set this poor guy free,
but what I'll do to you...
have you thought of that?
I'll blow a window in your head.
The wind will blow through
and keep you cool.
My father says I am a thick-head.
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