Aurangzeb (औरन्गज़ेब)

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.

I had to become either one.

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, from nursery to class tenth.

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.

But those goons also 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

but money flows upwards,

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 like a normal police family.

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 the money again on the sly.

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?'

Can I speak openly today?

Up to you.

I never mentioned this 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 was afraid of telling you.

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,

my brother Vijaykant was thrown out of the police force,

because he accidentally killed a criminal's wife

and their three-year-old son.

But today that woman and that son are in front of me.

What are you saying?

Am I not making sense to you?

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...

My father was thrown out of the police because of you two.

He got humiliated in the press and his department.

But he kept his silence.

He could have risen through the ranks in his department.

He always believed that your own kin matters more than your dreams.

Oh really?

I've always felt that he never valued me.

But I know now that he never thought of me as his own.

My brother was never able 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,

the one who would capture the 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.

Shoot, let's check if the bullet goes through or bounces back.

Shoot... shoot... shoot.

You dog.

This property-dealer works for us.

He's the one we sent to take your signature and thumb impressions.