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Get dressed and serve him coffee.

None of you need

to talk on my behalf.

I'll handle it myself.

Kavitha!

Mr. Sivarama Raju's third daughter

is engaged to be married

to Venkataraju's eldest son

Prakashraj, as decided by the elders.

May they be happy.

Give me tea.

Sivarama Raju's third daughter, Kavitha,

weds Prakashraj on 3rd February, 2014.

Minister, look at that.

She looks familiar.

She's my courier girl, Kavitha!

They are getting

a student married.

If we keep quiet

and not protest

they will resort to

child marriage tomorrow!

When situation demands,

we shouldn't postpone our entry.

Start your bullet bike!

- Give me the keys.

Let's go.

- Yes.

Style!

Okay. Let's go.

Yes, sir.

No 'sir' is around.

Only we are here.

I meant only you both, sir.

She meant, us.

What's happening

in our town nowadays?

When girls should

be carrying books

they are forced to

marry and carry babies!

Even if our society

turns a blind eye to it

our VIP union

will be vocal about it.

Your law specifies that girls should

marry only after they are 18.

But in Mr. Sivarama's

daughter's case

your law has

its eyes blindfolded!

Why?

- He's a VIP.

If they sport a big moustache

and roll their dilated eyes

they don't become VIPs.

Cool, boss.

Leave it.

To be cool,

this isn't Ooty.

It's my duty.

Don't use fancy words

just to rhyme for effect.

It defines my heartache.

As soon as a girl is 12, so

many do's and don'ts for her.

Don't talk to boys,

or look at them.

Learn to cook and

do household chores.

Pray to God every day.

Don't step out after 6:00 p.m.

Don't watch TV after 9:00 p.m.

Don't use the cell phone

and talk to anyone.

Don't show your face

on Facebook.

Even if married at 17,

don't talk back to elders.

How unfair is this?

Is it right, ma'am?

Raju, soda.

Thanks.

Sir..

I'll come to the point.

Will you stop the wedding

of Mr. Sivarama Raju's daughter?

Or shall I report it to

the commissioner?

Come on, tell me.

Kavitha weds Prakashraj.

Welcome.

Don't falter in serving the guests.

Okay.

This event should be imprinted

deep in every guest's memory.

Yes, you bet!

Mr. Veeraraju!

You must eat our feast

to your heart's content.

And we've arranged an orchestra

to entertain you with good music.

- Look.

"Rose.. Rose.. Rose..

It's a pretty flower that glows."

"It's a pretty flower that glows."

The wedding has been organized

on a real large scale.

Cover our faces.

"Are you the flower?"

Smile, please!

"And the happy shower?"

"Impishness of youth mixed

and song in sync, little minx."

Mr. Veeraraju, God willing

if all goes well, after the wedding

your bet goes for a toss!

"Flash with pomp and splendor.."

You did a great job!

Look, police!

"Come.. Welcome!

Just dazzle me once.."

Come.. Welcome!

"Come.. Welcome!"

Welcome.

- Enough, stop it.

Greetings, sir!

- Why have you come in your uniform?

I need to talk to you

for a few minutes, sir.

Come in.

Serve mutton.

Why are you

serving me 'sambar'?

We want mutton.

We aren't celebrating Ramzan.

This is Sivarama Raju's

daughter's wedding.

We don't want leaves

that the goat eats.

But the goat itself!

Shut up!

- Serve me 'sambar'.

If you shout too much,

I'll snip off your tail.

As it is, we are tensed about

the arrival of the police.

And you are adding

to our stress.

If you serve us

vegetarian food

do you expect politicians

instead of cops to be your guests?

Just serve them

diluted buttermilk.

Not wrong.

But it is a mistake.

Based on flimsy excuses like

a dog barking or crow cawing

this isn't an ordinary man's

wedding to be stopped suddenly.

Sivarama Raju's family wedding.

Sub inspector,

since you're here

bless the couple and

have dinner before you leave.

Your daughter is a minor.

That's the major problem.

If two lovers elope and

come to your station

you'll get them married. Same is

the case in a Registrar's office.

But doesn't a father

have that same right

over his own daughter?

Sir, your daughter

is only 17 years old.

If she's married at 17,

it is a bad decision.

But if it happens when

she's 25, it's approved?

I'll wait for 10 years.

Will you fix

a good alliance?

Tell me.

A complaint has been

registered to stop this wedding.

If you step back yourself,

it'll be good for you.

Or else it will reach

the commissioner's ears.

And it will go to

the press and the media.

To the extent of

being arrested, sir.

Please understand.

"Stars in the blue sky

only descended for me.."

"Star in the silver studded sky

only descended for me.."

What, sir?

The song selection is superb.

"Here is a moon glowing..

Love in my heart is flowing.."

"When stars and moon don't meet,

how can love and laughter greet?"

Stop it!

Listen, everybody!

This wedding is cancelled.

Who was that?

Who whistled?

Sorry, sir.

I'll take leave.

Sub inspector, who filed

the complaint to stop it?

That's confidential! According to our rules,

I can't divulge the name.

Even if you're angry now

later you'll realize that

it all happened for the good.

"Who can foretell

what will happen in the future?"

"Who has guts and gumption

to alter destiny's decision?"

This singer is torturing me.

Double his payment

and send him away.

"Who can foretell

what will happen in the future?"

Sir?

I pin my doubts on Raja.

He only must have

complained.

Greetings, ma'am.

- Greetings.

Well done.

They are getting a minor girl married.

I feel it is Veeraraju

who filed the complaint.

Find out who complained.

I must break

his legs myself.

I thought that my fate

was to get married

wear a sari, raise kids.

I never imagined, I'd

wear my uniform instead

and carry books again.

I'm so happy.

In fact, coming back

to studies feels like a dream.

Do you know who made

your dream come true?

Who?

Raju, your complaint worked.

Her wedding was stopped.

Superb!

Raju?

Come on.

- A fast ball!

He hit it!

Throw the ball.

Hey! Come here.

Why this sudden show

of concern towards me?

Are you trying to hit on me?

- Yuck!

Am I?

- No, you are superb.

I heard that you were the one

who stopped my wedding.

I came to thank you.

I stopped your wedding

but don't go about announcing it.

Because basically,

I hate publicity.

That's true.

Shall we come to our

professional matter?

Here.

Flowers are for God duly,

Like you are for me only.

Just once, smile for me.

That's our love-melody.

Fantastic!

Why?

When youth the world over fall in love

on Twitter, Whatsapp and Facebook

why are you still

in this love-letter age?

How to work out the chemistry?

Get her chocolates and

a costly greeting card.

She'll munch on chocolates

and read your card happily.

Greeting card and Diary milk?

Seems like a costly affair!

Raja, take this.

You won't even get

milk for that junk!

"I was a naive teenager,

more like a kid."

"Your glance hit on me,

to a halt I skid."

"I was unconcerned adolescent and bubbly

until your dreams awakened me rudely."

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