Single Papa (2025) s01e01 Episode Script

Congratulations, guys,
you are finally married.
Congratulations!
-How can you be late even today?
-I was unable to find a parking spot.
Finally, someone in our group got married.
-Hey, congratulations.
-Thank you, thank you.
-To you too.
-Thank you.
Don't worry.
Getting married is not a big deal.
Shall we go for it?
Absolutely.
Are you sure?
We've already decided,
so let's get it done.
Yeah.
TRUTH ALWAYS TRIUMPHS
So, you want to file for divorce
by mutual consent?
Honestly, I just want
a cute little baby weighing four kgs.
But we need mutual consent
even for that, madam,
and she's not consenting to it.
I'm kidding.
But she's not kidding.
Why are you not kidding?
I mean… Sorry.
So, you don't want a baby.
Nope.
I had warned you beforehand
to not get married to her.
Your horoscopes don't match at all,
but you wouldn't listen.
Please have a glass of water
and calm down.
-I'd rather drink her blood.
-What are you doing?
Stop being emotional.
Divorce is like a heart attack now.
Everyone's getting one.
And why didn't you let me come there?
I would've kept you in check.
Don't you dare come here.
Our dream is to see you at
the wedding aisle, not a divorce court.
Are you really on a video call
inside the court?
Disconnect the call right now,
or I'll send everyone outside.
-Keep it away. Sorry.
-Sorry, ma'am.
Why did you get married
if you didn't want children?
I fell in love with him.
So did I.
I dreamt of a different life with him.
So did I.
I had thought of a lot of things.
Appu… let's forget this.
We still have time.
We'll have to get IVF done if we delay it.
I don't want a child
because I'm already raising one.
There you go. She's already
raising someone else's child.
Gaurav, did you know about this?
Hey…
Living with him
is literally like raising a child.
His dad still gives him pocket money.
-His mom buys his underwear.
-So?
-Hey.
-So?
And if he ever puts his own tea cup
in the kitchen sink,
his family acts as if
he's won a gold medal at the Olympics.
Objection, Milord!
I don't drink tea. Only coffee.
-Isn't it?
-Yes.
I don't think he knows
why he wants a baby.
Hey, don't try to act smart.
Ma'am, tell me something. What is life?
We're born, we attend school,
then college, then we start working,
we get married, then have a baby.
Isn't this what life is all about?
This is not life,
this is called conditioning.
Madam, if they don't have children,
how will our legacy continue?
It will be the end of our lineage!
They are Gehlots,
not tigers who will become extinct.
It's not about extinction, man.
Madam, kids bring joy to our life.
I have a friend, Pawan.
He had a son two years ago.
He's so happy now.
Every time I meet him,
he has a huge grin on his face
as if he's in a toothpaste ad.
I want to feel that joy too.
I also want a baby
who'd call me, "Papa, Papa."
-Madam, I love kids. I adore them.
-Ma'am?
Ma'am, we have already finished
our counselling sessions.
My decision is final.
I don't want to have kids.
And a childless marriage
is meaningless to me.
Then shall I finalize the divorce?
This court grants a decree of divorce,
dissolving the marriage
between the parties.
Fine.
Well,
how will my Guggu become a father now?
-Hi! Good morning.
-Good morning.
By the way, GG,
why did you have to do all that?
-What?
-I've been ready forever.
As if you don't know.
Okay. Call me.
GG, today you're all…
Stop bouncing like a boiled egg.
Oh, no. The heart rate
must stay high, Meenu Aunty.
-"Meenu."
-Yeah.
Where's your mom?
Isn't she coming for Zumba?
I asked her.
She said she's not in a mood today.
Of course. She must be
getting calls non-stop today.
Why? Her birthday is in April.
Don't play dumb, you little sneak.
I know everything.
"Little sneak"?
What does she know?
What's up with everyone today?
Reshma didi! Lemonade.
It's ready, bhaiya. With jaggery.
Yes, yes, it's absolutely issue-less, sir.
You look better in person
than the photo.
Thank you. Which photo?
Ahlawat sahab,
I'll call you back soon, okay?
-Good morning.
-Good morning, Papa.
-What's issue-less?
-"Issue-less" means…
there are no issues…
in the society.
-Everything is going well.
-Really?
The committee chose
some good members this time.
Since when have you been interested
in our society matters?
Be honest. Are you
keeping something from me?
-What is it?
-This.
Their sneaky tricks.
They never miss a chance to embarrass us.
What the fuck? "Wanted brides"?
"Thirty-two-year-old issue-less,
innocent divorcee Jat boy.
Very handsome. Six-footer!
Owning two branches business.
Travel abroad seven times.
US, Canada visa ten years received.
From reputed family,
looking for suitable alliance
of same caste"?
-Is that me?
-Don't you look cute in this, Guggu?
We thought that since you
don't read the newspapers,
-you won't find out about it.
-I won't…
The whole of Gurgaon knows!
Then why won't I?
And am I six feet tall? It's full of lies!
And you've butchered English!
"Owning two branches business"?
Is it a business of two tree branches?
I wrote as well as I could.
What else could I write?
That we run Badnaam Naams Wine bar?
-What--
-Hey, hey!
Are you ashamed of our business?
It's a respectable business.
People call it "Wine Mart,"
out of respect!
Just focus on your son!
You should focus on yourselves.
And take the focus off of me.
You are obsessed
with getting me married again.
I want a baby, not a wife.
I'm going to take a shower. And this…
Get this taken off the newspaper!
Unbelievable!
Careful.
When did you start reading newspapers?
-Cheers, my broski!
-Cheers!
Hey, Casanova,
you're lucky you have Vivaan.
-What are you doing?
-Yes, bro.
Grass is always greener on the other side.
And beer is always colder
in the other glass.
Come on, man.
-Bro, you're the lucky one.
-Me? How?
Not everyone gets the opportunity
which life has gifted you with.
Which opportunity?
You've escaped the matrix, bro.
You're single again, man.
Learn to identify your own power!
Look at her.
That girl with fake lenses
has been eyeing you forever.
You can see her fake lenses from here?
Yeah, I'm Peyush Bansal,
owner of Lenskart after all.
You fool!
I'm showing you a girl,
and you're concerned about random stuff?
She's great. Shall I go talk to her?
-Are you sure?
-Yes!
Watch your step.
Hi. I'll have the same.
Hi.
That's all.
I don't have any pick-up lines.
Isn't that a pick-up line?
Really?
Is this all it takes nowadays?
Look like the tiger
has escaped the cage after ages.
Break-up or divorce?
Take a guess.
If a good-looking hunk like you
was single and ready to mingle,
I would've known!
Divorce?
If I had met a sexy girl like you sooner,
I would've never gotten married.
I'm Gaurav, by the way.
Inara.
Inara.
Is that your real name?
Yes. Why?
Back in my day,
girls were named Puja, Neha, Priya.
This is rather filmy.
Like the Samaras and the Kiaras.
I mean, Inara is also a good name.
Really?
Anyways,
so, Inara…
Should we go somewhere quieter
where we can listen to each other?
Sure.
-Put it on silent.
-What?
Baby.
You're calling me "baby" already?
Naughty, naughty.
I meant your crying baby ringtone.
It's killing the vibe.
That's not mine. It must be yours.
That's not a phone.
What the heck?
What the fuck?
Man, this is a real baby.
Oh, my God!
What is he doing here?
Don't leave me alone here!
Wait up.
-What's this baby doing here?
-I don't know. I--
You psycho!
You left your baby in the car
and went inside the bar to flirt with me?
What? That's not my baby!
If this car is yours,
then so is the baby!
This car is yours, right?
Of course it's mine.
Look, GG is written right here.
-Then…
-Hold on. Come here.
Hell, I left the window open.
Who left this baby in my car?
Whose baby is it? Where's everyone?
Hey, Nams, I can't talk right now.
It's a mess here.
The real mess is here, bro.
Papa's not home.
His phone is switched off.
-I'm leaving.
-Girl, you can't leave!
"Girl"? Papa's pronouns
are "he" and "him."
-I'm not talking to you!
-Why can't I leave?
He's not on the terrace either.
Why would he be on the terrace?
Yes, Mishra-ji.
May I speak with him, please?
He's not there?
Nammo, call the police!
Are you looking for him
or should I call the police?
-Police?
-Police…
I can't go to the police.
My husband will find out.
-Husband?
-I'm out of here.
Are you married?
Do you have to taunt me
when we're in the middle of a crisis?
I know I've been engaged for a while.
So what?
Nammo, call the police.
I'll bring Papa home. Hang up now.
Oh, hello?
Why didn't you tell me you're married?
Oh, hello.
You have enough problems of your own.
Focus on those.
Yeah, I…
Hey, Bukhara, Kinara,
what's your name? Wait up!
Man… She left me alone here.
So, don't you want to cry now?
What are you doing, Papa? Come on.
-Okay.
-Come on, let's go home.
-When did I refuse? Let's go.
-Where are you going?
-Home!
-Why do you do this?
-Don't get so drunk. Come on, this way.
-Home… sweet home.
Yes, your sweetu's home.
-Hey, is that our home?
-No, that's mine. This is yours.
-Reshma, get some water.
-Easy.
Reshma, get it with whiskey.
-Why do you get drunk?
-Where was he?
I tracked his status on the phone.
He wrote,
"I left my house, feeling desolate.
The one I considered a friend,
turned out to be my family."
-"Real family."
-That's right.
-Was he at Mishra uncle's place?
-Of course.
Really? But he said you aren't there.
I asked him to ignore you.
Papa, what's with this drama?
You could've told us where you are.
Keep quiet.
He'll post another status update.
-The drunk ones are worse.
-Water.
-Have some water.
-Have it yourself.
Why do you drink so much
when you can't handle it?
Which fool drinks to handle it?
I drink, so I can tolerate you.
Hey, Haryanvi Devdas, relax.
He thinks he's tolerating me.
-Mom.
-Let me speak, Gaurav.
We've been married for years,
but you still have a problem with me?
Papa.
The older the lassi, the sourer it gets.
Isn't it too late
for this romantic banter?
Listen to me!
Look what I found.
Hi.
Guggu, what do you mean you found him?
Where did you find him?
-He was in my car, Papa.
-What?
Is this a baby or a toll tax receipt
to be found in the car?
Is he yours? Be honest.
-No, no, he's not mine.
-Shut up.
-Papa.
-That's why…
That's why Aparna left you.
You had a baby with someone else.
Mom, what are you talking about?
-Are you drunk?
-Listen.
What if his parents file
a kidnapping case against you?
No one is filing any case.
Cutie!
From his looks,
he seems to be from the mountains.
So racist, Papa.
What do we feed him?
Should we give him some milk?
Babies this young are breastfed.
How do we get that?
Are you from Kumaon? Or from Garhwal?
Where are you from…
He could be from Nainital.
I don't know, Papa.
Baby formula.
It's like mother's milk.
-Do we have baby formula at home?
-Of course, we do.
With so many overgrown babies here,
we must have baby formula.
We don't need sarcasm, we need help.
Go and order it from GK Medicals.
He must be from Punjab!
Guggu, go to Mishra-ji's place.
Their grandson was born last month.
They'll have formula,
bottles, diapers, everything.
I'll go get your food.
I'll heat up some water.
-Baby's gonna get a sponge bath!
-I'll get a towel.
I have a crop top.
I'll crop it some more. It'll fit him.
Hey, I'm sure he's from Kashmir.
It's possible.
Looks comfy, right?
It never looked comfy on you,
how can it be for him?
We should take him to the police station.
At this hour?
-Without sleep, my baby will fall sick.
-Yes.
-Your baby? How is he yours?
-I was talking about Gaurav.
No, it's too late. I can't take him now.
I'll go in the morning.
I think he can sleep in my room.
It will help me manifest as well.
Maybe our home will also be blessed
with a cute baby like him.
-Is everything okay?
-Yes.
Bhaiya, I've fed him. He's sleeping now.
Very good.
-Can I hold him?
-Sure.
-I've only carried him in a box.
-Be careful.
Easy, easy.
My baby.
Hi, cutie. Hi, cutie.
Look, didi, he's smiling.
No, he's just passing gas.
He farted?
I am going to sleep.
Call me if you need anything, okay?
Yes, sure. Go ahead.
Hey. What happened?
Shit.
Hey…
Reshma didi! He's been crying for a while.
His skin has turned blue, too.
-He's breathing fast too.
-Yes.
Call a doctor, quickly.
Forget a doctor,
I'll take him to the hospital.
-Mr. Gaurav, I believe you had called.
-Yes, sir.
Sir, rapid breath
and bluish skin around the face.
Swelling in the eyes and legs.
All signs of VSD.
What's VSD?
Ventricular Septal Defect.
-What does that mean?
-He has a hole in his heart.
A hole? But he'll be fine, right?
Don't worry. It's common among babies.
We'll operate immediately.
You complete the formalities.
-Okay, sir.
-Take him slowly.
Careful. Careful.
Name?
I don't know.
You don't know your name?
Mine? It's Gaurav Gehlot.
I'll write that for now. Sex?
It's been more than a year.
What?
I mean gender, sir.
I'm male.
-Baby's gender.
-The baby's male, too.
Sorry.
-Will you be paying the deposit?
-Of course. I'll pay it.
All right, please sign here.
Here, and on the last page.
And you'll have to wait
until the police get here.
I hope it's fine with you.
Sure, I'll stay.
I'm not scared of the police.
Which room would you like?
Private or sharing?
It's baby of Gaurav Gehlot.
VVIP room.
Book the best room in your hotel.
Sir, this is a hospital, not a hotel.
You know that, don't you?
-"Best room."
-I know, ma'am.
What can one do
if the hospital looks like a hotel?
-Sir.
-All well. Nothing to worry.
The baby's a fighter.
And he's responding
to treatment very well.
-Very good.
-Thank you.
In such cases,
it's important to get to the hospital
-at the right time.
-Yes.
-You did well.
-Thank you, sir.
You also did very well, sir.
Can I meet the baby now?
We'll shift him to the recovery room soon.
You can see him then.
Sir, thank you so much.
-Mr. Gaurav Gehlot.
-Baby of Gaurav Gehlot.
Sex, male. The best room in your hotel.
No, no. Sir, your baby
is still in the recovery room.
Still?
Don't worry, he's fine.
He's under observation.
The senior doctor
will be here in the afternoon.
We'll shift him to another room
after he gives the go-ahead.
Sir, you can go home.
Won't he be discharged?
The doctor will tell you
after examination.
It might take a day or two.
But nothing to worry.
Bhaiya, where are you?
We've to go to Goldie's place.
Did you forget?
Good heavens!
Is this a house or a set for Heeramandi?
Hey.
Without meenakari jewelry,
our daughter-in-law's look is incomplete.
Look, darling.
How do you like it, behen-ji?
Behen-ji, your choice is our choice.
Isn't that right?
Yes, of course. She's your daughter now.
You can dress her up the way you like.
-Aunty--
-Mom. Call me Mom.
Mom, this is beautiful.
But can we try that as well?
Yes, this one is beautiful.
-But it's rather simple.
-It is simple indeed.
Sorry.
There's a running joke in our family.
Our daughter-in-law and Simple? Never!
"Our daughter-in-law and Simple?"
I'm sorry.
You're incredible, Suman-ji!
From the day we got married,
I've been laughing non-stop.
Lucky man!
You see,
this is the first inter-caste marriage
in our family.
People tried to talk us out of it.
"Are your gonna bring a Jat girl home?
Have you lost it?"
But I told my son…
"Look, son, it doesn't matter
if no other qualities match,
but there's one that must.
L. L. L."
Long. Lasting. Laughter.
Actually, Uncle-ji, this is not a quality.
It's a neurological condition
where one laughs uncontrollably
like a lunatic.
It's a joke too.
-Good one, bhaiya.
-Thanks.
Sir, the police is here.
There you go, there's police outside.
The police is here?
They're not here for you,
but for Gehlot-ji.
Now what, Papa?
-What do you mean--
-Just sit back and relax.
We're not here for you.
Who's Gehlot?
What's the matter?
We've to get your paternity test done.
What "huh"? Didn't you bring in a baby?
Who is Gaurav Gehlot?
Wait a second. I'm Gaurav Gehlot.
But why do you need a paternity test?
Because someone
filed a report against you.
-Isn't the baby yours?
-No.
-Come to the police station.
-But--
-Come with us.
-Don't worry.
-I'll come along.
-I'll manage.
-Please stay.
-Wait, sir.
Let's not rush shopping.
Rush leads to mess.
-Mom, actually, bhaiya--
-Aunty.
Behen-ji, actually,
Gaurav found a baby yesterday,
so he took him to the hospital.
It must be a misunderstanding about that.
-It's not a big deal.
-Yeah.
Look, a paternity test is a big deal.
It's gonna be negative.
Send us a message
when you get the results.
But isn't this wrong?
I'm trying to do a good deed,
and you're insulting me.
I'm a citizen of this country.
I have rights!
-What's the fuss about, mister?
-Sir-ji!
Where did you find the baby?
Sir, I gave a detailed written report
yesterday, like a good citizen.
Phool Singh-ji was there. Tell him.
They drew my blood! What is this?
Is it difficult for you to answer us?
Come on, sir…
I found him in the backseat of my car.
All alone?
He was all alone, in a box.
-I mean, you!
-Me? I was with a girl, sir.
Was she your wife?
Sir,
who spends private time
in their own car with their own wife?
He's right, sir.
Girlfriend?
No, sir, I'd just met her.
What is her name?
Her name was
something like Pitara or Pituru.
She was married.
She couldn't tell me her real name.
There must be at least one eyewitness
who can confirm your story.
Sir…
There are CCTV cameras everywhere.
You can check their feed.
Half of them don't work.
They don't?
-Wait, Phool Singh-ji.
-Quiet.
You can hold my hand later.
Let me talk to him.
Sir, you know what?
Let a bottle be the eyewitness.
-Just tell me--
-I knew he'd say something like this.
Who are you?
-I'm the one who filed the complaint.
-I see.
Romilla Nehra. Chairperson, CACA.
What kaka? Who's kaka?
Central Authority of Child Adoption.
Now tell me honestly,
the child you left at the hospital,
isn't he yours?
Mine? What nonsense.
Why would I lie?
We'll know that after the paternity test.
-Fine.
-Ma'am?
Nurse. Thank you.
DNA match, negative.
Paternity test failed.
-See?
-It's not his baby.
I told you! No, read it.
Read it well. Read it aloud.
Sir, let's run the test two more times.
Let's play best of three.
It would be fun to watch you lose thrice.
How juvenile!
It's about a child's life,
that's why we got the test done.
And it's men like you who get
women pregnant and leave them.
I wish I get a girl pregnant.
I'll hold on to her,
and never let go of her.
I'll keep her close to me.
-Really?
-Absolutely.
And you are saying
that I'd leave her, madam?
I'll leave my child
only at school, then back home,
and at tuition class. That's it.
Look, there's no need to be offended.
I'm just doing my duty.
Inspector, after the formalities,
you know the drill.
-Thank you.
-What drill? Hey, madam!
You've insulted me.
-I'll sue you for defamation.
-Do what you want.
You look like someone
who has a lot of time to waste.
You think I'm a no-gooder?
I'm being polite because you're a woman,
or I would've fixed you with a slap.
What will you do? You wanna assault me?
Are you trying to bully me?
You bloody hooligan!
Hey, you bloody… Quick Gun Murugan.
Stop spewing rubbish.
-You f…
-You just f…
-How dare you?
-Dare you. Dare!
Lunatic.
Did you see the paternity test?
Send it to your jeweler too!
No, baby, I understand you're upset.
Wait a second!
Who is getting married, me or her?
Who gets to choose the jewelry? Me or her?
You! Baby, you! Of course, you!
And I won't wear that hideous set,
let me tell you now.
Don't wear it.
Nope-- Ew! Why would you wear that?
And what's the problem with Jat girls?
Saina Nehwal, Geeta and Babita Phogat,
Sakshi Malik, they're all Jat girls.
There's no problem. Who said there's one?
The country's very proud of Jat girls.
I'm proud of Jat girls!
And isn't my family unhappy
with an inter-caste marriage?
But they didn't taunt you.
No, they didn't.
I'll wear a Rimple-Harpreet on my wedding,
with Sabyasachi jewelry.
Okay.
All right, I tell Mom.
Are you crazy?
Why would you tell her?
She'll think it's my idea.
But didn't you just say that?
I did, but I didn't tell you to tell her!
Okay, so what exactly do I need to do?
What was the point
of this 45-minute conversation?
There's no point in talking to you.
Just hang up!
All you do is yap.
Boy trouble?
-Don't you have homework or something?
-Rude.
"Boy trouble."
Sister. Sister!
Yeah?
Where's that baby who was here
a few days ago? I brought him in.
Baby of Gaurav Gehlot.
-Him?
-Yes.
He has been taken to an orphanage.
Really? Which orphanage?
-Sneh Bhavan.
-Sneh Bhavan.
-Yeah.
-Thank you.
Sneh Bhavan.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
Good day, sir.
Hello, son.
Sir.
May I call you sir?
Call me whatever you like.
I mean, how do you identify?
Identify?
-I identify with the Aadhaar card--
-Oh, no, no.
I meant, male, cisgender, female.
Female?
What wrong with you?
Do I look like a female?
Micro-aggression is not good.
I'll take it that I can call you sir.
You…
You are that…
What's the word…
That all-knowing type? Woke!
Shlok.
I don't like labels.
Just call me Shlok.
Shlok-Woke, it rhymes.
So, Woke-Shlok,
I'd like to meet baby of Gaurav Gehlot.
-Sorry, who?
-That cute little baby.
He was at the Pristine Hospital.
Right. Please come with me.
Woke-Shlok.
-Tell me something.
-Please come.
You're pretty cute too.
Why haven't you been adopted yet?
Sir…
Sir, I'm not an orphan.
In fact, this orphanage
is run by our family trust.
-I see.
-How many kids live here?
Forty-seven.
I'm getting Taare Zameen Par vibes here.
-The kids look so happy.
-What?
I mean, people often assume
that children in orphanages
are always sad or hungry,
that they're run by weird women.
It's very easy to keep kids happy, sir.
All they need is love, affection,
and your time.
Our attempt is
that when these children
leave this home for another,
they should live even happier lives.
Like all other children,
they deserve
their fair share of happiness, too.
Right.
-Buddy, my baby.
-Oh, yes!
This is the
Infants and Toddlers room. Come.
Sir, here's your baby.
Hey…
How's my little champ?
We're looking for a good name for him.
Amul.
Like the butter?
Yes.
Because I found him in an Amul carton.
And Amul means "precious." Priceless.
Amul is perfect for him.
Amul it is, then.
Hi, baby Amul!
Hi. May I hold him?
Yeah, sure.
Watch his neck.
-You look so happy in these photos.
-Yes.
Like you've won the lottery of life.
That's what he is, my lottery.
-Listen. Can you send me those photos?
-Yeah, sure.
-Okay. Yeah?
-Give me your number.
Come here.
-Are you here to meet Amul?
-Yes.
But he's been adopted.
What?
Yes. A British couple showed up
two days ago.
They're probably in London by now.
How can he get adopted just like that?
What do you mean?
That's what this place is for.
Children are brought here for adoption.
But Amul is my baby!
I was going to adopt him!
Sorry, sir, but you're too late.
Amul is gone now.
Are you here to meet Amul?
But he's been adopted.
Eating sugar
No, Papa
Telling lies
No, Papa
I'm here to meet Shlok.
Go back on duty, don't worry. Go.
-How're you doing, Shlok?
-Sir.
Sorry, man.
-Are you playing games?
-I'm studying.
Very good. What are you studying?
Disrupted Ecosystem and
Ocean Acidification due to Global Warming.
-Shlok, I have decided.
-What?
I'll adopt Amul.
Sir, I hear you.
But adoption is a long-drawn
and arduous process.
We'll make it short and sweet.
-Let me give you a reality check.
-For how much?
I'm kidding. Tell me.
Do you know how many kids
were adopted last year in India?
No.
Four thousand
three hundred and twenty-five.
And how many of them were Single Papas?
-Maybe 50 or 60.
-Not a single one.
You see,
that's how difficult it is for single men
in India to become single papas.
-Are you really sure?
-100%.
All right. How about your family?
Are they with you on this?
Adoption is impossible without them.
My dead body, or your dead body?
First divorce, then adoption.
I'll get kicked out of every kitty!
If my marriage gets called off
because of you, I'll bash your face in.
Let's take a trip to Bangkok.
I know what your problem is.
Sir?
Are you with me?
Yes, yes! With you. With you.
Come.
Come where, buddy?
I'll introduce you to my mom.
You just said "Mom" instead of "Ma'am."
No, Ma'am is my mom.
She's the managing trustee
of this orphanage.
Wow! It's like family! Let's go!
-Mom!
-Man. Cool.
Namast-- You!
Ma'am?
-You?
-Mom.
He's here to adopt Amul.
How dare he?
Weren't you going
to sue me for defamation?
Defamation…
Ma'am, are you still upset
about the incident at the hospital?
Let it go, please.
And the way you did this…
Should I let that go too?
Ma'am, you know what?
Let's make a fresh start.
You forgive me. And I'll adopt the baby.
Find some other hobby, Mr. Gehlot.
I won't let you adopt the baby.
It's not a hobby, ma'am.
Amul is my soulmate.
And I'm going to adopt him.
How? Are you gonna take him away?
A three-month-old can't walk out of here.
I'll have to carry him.
Even if you were the last applicant
on the face of this Earth,
I won't let you adopt the baby.
All right, then, madam.
Come what may,
I'm gonna take Amul home.
And I'm gonna be his single papa.
Subtitle translation by:
Sheela Sijin Mathews