A little charity, for the love of God? A little charity, for the love of God? God is One.

God is One. A little charity, for the love of God? A little charity, for the love of God?

God is One. A little charity, for the love of God? God is One.

A little charity, for the love of God? God is One. A little charity, for the love of God?

God is One. A little charity, for the love of God? God is One.

This is your last day. If the ransom doesn't come through today. .

. Then it's over for you two. A little charity, for the love of God?

God is One. Hey, old man. Where do you think you're going?

If you value your life, get out of here. The address. I'm looking for this address.

Oh, just get lost! Guns down. Or she dies.

I said, "Guns down. " What is this presentation, Miss Rani? Are you even focused on your work?

Sir, I give my work my full attention. If you can't make sense of it, that's a different story. What did you just say?

Do you have any idea what you are implying? That I am incompetent? Miss Rani, I could have you fired for your insolent behavior.

Fire me? You don't have to. I'm quitting.

I have no interest in working in this third-rate office anyway. But let me make one thing clear. You will never find an employee as sharp as I am again.

Sharp? The only things you're sharp at are fashion and playing games. Let me be clear, Miss Rani.

If it weren't for my respect for Mr Saeed, I would throw you out myself. Mr Raheel, I am not accustomed to being addressed in that kind of tone. You say one more word to me, and this entire office is going to witness a spectacle.

I am not some damsel in distress. I am just killing time here. Just get out.

Now! It really stings when the tables are turned, doesn't it? I am leaving.

Enjoy your third-rate office. Rida. Where is the long duster?

I can't seem to find it anywhere. Oh, wow. You look absolutely stunning.

We don't want anyone giving you the evil eye now, do we? Hold on, I'll go get the duster. What a nightmare.

I can't believe it's come to this. Here you go. Let the fun begin.

What do you mean? I have to clean all six rooms by myself? Yes, my dear.

That was the deal. You get rid of the cobwebs, and I will do the dusting. Rida, you can't be serious.

Come on now, get to it. Finish your half of the chores, then I will get to mine. And yes, start with Mom's room.

You have to clear the cobwebs from her bathroom, too. Excuse me? Aren't you getting a little too comfortable giving orders?

Well, I don't get the chance to very often. Honestly, I used to be so against social media. I never understood the appeal.

But ever since Fizza reconnected us, I've forgiven all its shortcomings. At the end of the day, it's what brought me back to my one and only childhood friend. You're telling me.

So, who is this Fizza? Your daughter? No, she's my niece.

My brother Kamran's daughter. Oh, he passed away far too young. I see.

May he rest in peace. It was just the two of you siblings, right? I have his wife and children staying with me, in the upstairs part of my house.

I mean, I could not just leave them to fend for themselves after Brother Kamran passed, could I? Especially since Tahira's own brothers and sisters-in-law turned their backs on her. That is the way of the world, my dear.

When times get tough, you see people's true colours. Hey, listen, Zakiya, I think someone is at the door. Let me call you back.

Alright, then. Okay, talk to you later. Goodbye.

Goodbye. Rida! Could you see who's at the door, sweetie?

Sister, may God reward you. May he bless you and your family. Please, a little something for my children, sister.

Mom. Mom. Fizza.

Fizza. Mom. Mom.

Fizza. Mom. Rida?

Rida, sweetheart, what's wrong? What happened to you? Fizza, there's.

. . There's no one there, Rida.

No one. Fizza, it was. .

. it was her. Who?

That. . .

that beggar woman. Oh, for God's sake. What kind of way is that to beg, ringing doorbells?

Get up, my dear. Come on. Come here.

Whoa, whoa, what's all this, sweetheart? Why so angry? Tell me, who upset you?

Dad, it's my boss. That wretched man who calls himself the boss. He has no idea how to talk to people.

He was shouting at me, so I quit. Brilliant! Long before you even started, I told you, you were born a queen, just as your name, Rani, declares.

Queens are meant to rule, not to serve. I am never going back to that office again. As you wish, my dear.

Dad. . .

you're the only one who ever really understands me. Of course, my child. Come on now.

My own negligence ruined my daughter's life. I was so caught up in work, I never paid my child any attention. .

. and she fell into the clutches of those abductors. God, anything could have happened that day, but still.

. . Hey, how is Rida doing now?

She's fine. But you don't seem alright. What is it, Mom?

It was my fault that day. I'm the one to blame. This all happened because of me.

Mom, please. How many times do I have to tell you not to blame yourself for that incident? In fact, we should be thanking God that we didn't suffer an irreparable loss.

I don't know why, but whenever I see her like this. . .

I feel like the culprit of her suffering. You know… both of you are exactly alike. You are the ones who can’t move on from your past.

And you know. . .

you're just like your father. Brave. .

. strong-willed, and resilient. And who was he like?

Your father. . .

was the spitting image of Sister Shehnaz. I mean, he was her absolute double. You know, Aunt is always telling me I'm a carbon copy of him.

Never that I'm like her, though. Thinks she's a cut above, doesn't she? The vibes, you know.

Oh. Saqib will be here any minute. I should go make him dinner.

What are you making? Uhm, split chickpea lentils. Oh, in that case, you don't have to make me anything.

I'll just eat downstairs. Don't you dare eat at your aunt's house again today. What's the big deal?

She is my aunt. And they are Rida's in-laws, after all. We have a double connection, Mom.

-Besides, I just can't eat lentils. -Hey, stop! Fizza, listen.

Wait a second, dear. You look so lovely. Thank you, Mom.

I do have a sense of style, after all. Yes, you do. Now listen, honey, they've come here on your uncle's recommendation, so please, don't let us down.

Don't you worry about a thing, Mom. I wonder where Fizza is. She said she'd have dinner with us.

Take me to the market tomorrow. I need to buy some groceries. Oh, come on, Mom.

Tomorrow is Sunday. It's the only day I get to rest, and you still make me run errands all day. What's that supposed to mean?

Who else is going to do all this? It's your and Saqib's responsibility to take care of the house, isn't it? Poor Saqib, and poor me.

You just work us both like donkeys. Well, there you go. You've admitted it yourself.

If someone else calls you that tomorrow, you'll just get offended for no reason. Well, well. Come on in and have a seat.

It's like you have a sixth sense for when dinner is being served. Come, eat. Are you taunting me?

I'm your sister-in-law. Your half-wife, you know. You've always been that.

What more do you want from me? This. .

. what you're eating. The kebabs.

. . the barbecued meat.

. . That's what I want.

Here you go, dear, have some kebabs. Don't just long for them. See?

An aunt is an aunt, after all. My family upstairs, the ones with no taste, made lentils again today. And I'm guessing that tasteless person is your sister.

No, she's already asleep. At this hour? This early?

Didn't Aunt tell you? No, I don't think so. Why, what happened?

Brother Arham, actually, a beggar woman came to our door today. Look, Mister. .

. actually, never mind. What's in a name?

I have no intention of marrying you. Is that so? If you weren't going to marry me, then why did you call us here?

We called you here to see if you measured up to our standards. And just like men have the right to choose, women should have that right as well. Right, Mom?

Did you call us here just to insult us? Mr. Kamal, I.

. . Aunt, what's so insulting about this?

Look, it's common for a man to reject a woman. Today, a woman has rejected a man. That's all it is.

My friend warned me that this girl was insolent. But no, he just had to like her picture. Happy now?

You've gotten us humiliated. Come on, let's go. Mr.

Kamal. . .

Mom, I think for Rida's anxiety issues, we need to take her to a therapist. But you know your aunt will never agree. She says it's not a big deal.

If Rida really wanted to, she could overcome this fear on her own. Besides, she's terrified of what the rest of the family would say if they found out. Mom, that's such a strange thing to say.

What's the big deal if the family finds out? Is it something to be ashamed of? Let me ask you something.

If you get a headache, what do you do? You go to a doctor and get medication, right? Well, it's the same logic.

If someone has a mental health issue, they go to a doctor for treatment. What do you mean by that? Are you saying this is some kind of madness?

For God's sake, Mom, what are you talking about? What madness? My sister is a perfectly sensible, intelligent girl.

See, that's something I can never fully grasp. If someone's got even the slightest mental health issue. .

. they're instantly branded as crazy. Anyway, don't worry about it.

I'll figure something out. She's my sister. .

. she's my responsibility. Listen, son.

Don't do anything without checking with your aunt first. You know she'll be terribly upset. I know.

We have never acted without her consent, and we will not do so now either. Don't you worry. Alright then.

. . Go call Rida.

I'll go set the table. Yeah, I'll get her. Rida.

Rida. Rida, come sit down. So.

. . I hear you all were spring-cleaning the house today.

What's the occasion? Yes. Where's Fizza?

Where else? The second she heard we were having lentils, she ran down to her aunt's to eat. Go on, tell Brother all about how awful I am!

I've brought seekh kebabs. Aunt sent them for her daughter-in-law, really. But if she wants to, she can share them.

Oh, hey. . .

what's the latest on that Facebook friend of Aunt's? How's all that going? Don't even ask, Brother.

That friendship is moving full steam ahead. I was just downstairs with her while she was talking to Aunt Zakiya. Oh, son, they're catching up on thirty years of being apart.

That's not going to wrap up in an hour or two. This is going to take a while. Greetings, Aunt.

Greetings. Bless you, son. Oh, we're just about to have dinner.

Will you join us? No, thank you, Aunt. Fizza and I already ate downstairs.

Could I just get a coffee, though, please? Yes, of course. I'll bring you your coffee.

Have a seat. So, bro, what's new? Nothing, man.

Just the same old grind. Work and home. How are you feeling now?

I'm alright. What you're doing isn't right, Mr Saeed. I will not have my daughter married against her will.

That's final. All this coddling is just making her worse. Instead of helping her see sense, you're encouraging her.

Fine then. How can she get married until she finds her ideal match? She can't get this absurd idea of an ideal man out of her head.

Do you know how many wonderful proposals she's rejected? And look at her, she's not getting any younger. Yes, I'm not getting any younger, but no one is.

That doesn't mean I'm going to give in to your emotional blackmail and change who I am. Not while I'm around. No one is going to blackmail my daughter.

If your mother had her way, she'd grab some random guy off the street and marry you off to him. Thank you, Dad. Mom, why can't you get this through your head?

When I find someone I like, on my own terms, then I'll get married. And we should at least know what your terms are. What exactly are you looking for?

How am I supposed to answer that? When I find the right person. .

. everyone will know. What happened?

Is everything alright? He's the one who's completely spoiled her. What is it, Dad?

What's wrong, Mom? Why are you so upset? What happened?

How can I not be upset, son? Alright, come on. This is just ridiculous.

What happened? Your uncle recommended such an excellent proposal. She found a hundred flaws with the boy and just said no.

Now, what am I supposed to do? So what's the big deal, Mom? When she finds someone she actually likes, she'll agree to it.

But out of all the proposals, she hasn't found a single one acceptable? How is that even possible, Zaroon? Mom, you know what she's like.

You could put something ordinary in front of her, and she'll tell you it's brilliant. Then again, she could call a masterpiece a piece of trash. So, just let it go.

Fine. So, tell me, where have you been? Why are you home so late?

Oh, come on, Mom. You know the life of a cop. I'm just going to freshen up.

May God keep you safe. What am I going to do with that girl? I'm so proud that our force has brave young men like Zaroon.

Their performance is what secures the peace in our country. And the bravery and intelligence with which you all thwarted the terrorists' plan has once again done our department proud. And so, the credit for today's ceremony goes to ASP Zaroon and his team.

I would now like to call ASP Zaroon to the stage to receive this commendation for his bravery. This is for you. Thank you, sir, for acknowledging our team's efforts.

This victory isn't just mine. It belongs to my team as well. It's because of them that I can stand here today with my head held high.

So, sir, this certificate isn't just for me, it's for my team as well. I have one more request, sir. This cash reward you've given me.

. . I would be grateful if you would please distribute it among my team, as a token of my gratitude.

Honestly, Rida. I am at my wits' end with your carelessness. You're supposed to wear this scarf to the religious gathering, and you haven't even had the edges finished.

What now? I'm sorry, Mom. I don't know how I forgot.

The same way you always forget everything. Mom, what's the big deal? The gathering isn't until this evening.

I'll go get it done now. And how will you do that? Both Saqib and Arham are at the office.

Just leave it. Oh, please, Mom! I'll get it done.

You're going to go all that way by yourself? Brother Arham went with Brother Saqib, so. .

. Absolutely not. No way.

Why not? I know how to drive. Please.

You barely know how to drive, and I know it. What are you talking about? You're coming with me today.

-You can see for yourself what a great driver I am. -No, I'm not going with you. I happen to value my life.

Fine! Don't come. I'll go by myself.

Alright, alright! I'll come with you. Let me perform my ablutions first.

Ablutions? Why? The religious gathering is this evening.

We're only going to the market right now. I know, but you should always perform ablutions before leaving the house. You never know when or where.

. . Don't you trust your own sister one bit?

I'm offended. It's not that, I just really value my life. I trust you, just not that much.

Alright, enough. We don't have time for this. Now we have to go downstairs and snag the car keys.

Snag them? Look here, missy. Let me tell you, your mother-in-law is in a whole other league compared to our mom.

So we'll have to sneak downstairs and steal the car keys, and you're the one who's going to do it. God, Fizza. You're going to be the death of me!

I can't do this. I can't go down there. Boring.

Can't you ever have a little adventure in your life? Fine, stay here. I'll go myself.

Okay. . .

I'll go with you. See the power of my blackmail? Now come on.

Let me get my dress. Right, let's go. What would any of you do without me?

Here, look. . .

From here, next to the bed. . .

Over here. And the bathroom is right past the dressing table. This is my room.

It's gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. Stunning.

Thank you. Hey, tell me something. Did you see the wedding pictures I sent you on WhatsApp?

Oh my, Zakiya. You looked so innocent and beautiful as a bride. And Brother is looking quite handsome himself.

He's not quite the looker he used to be. He's gotten old now. Besides, he was always older than me.

Anyway, listen. On Saturday, I want you all to come over to my place for dinner. And invite Sister-in-law Tahira and her family on my behalf, too.

It'll be a great excuse for us to get together. Why? Any special occasion?

You've been hosting a lot lately. Yes, Zaroon received a certificate of commendation for his bravery during the recent mission. We're celebrating that.

That's fantastic. That's wonderful news. A huge congratulations to you.

Well, now we absolutely have to come. Of course, we will. We'll all come together for sure.

Thank you, I really appreciate it. Alright, Zakiya, we'll talk later then. Okay?

Take care. Goodbye. Yes, you too.

Goodbye. Is that it? Are you throwing this party to celebrate Zaroon's promotion?

Oh, no. It's just an excuse to have some friends over. You have to throw these kinds of parties if you want to find good matches for your children.

Oh, please, Mom. At least don't go through all this trouble just for me. Rani, you are twenty-seven.

And you're still telling me not to bother? I've told you a thousand times, when I find the right person for me, I will get married. In your search for Mr Perfect, you've already turned down so many good proposals.

I'm not going to base the most important decisions of my life on what other people want. But my dear, it's my wish to see both you and your brother married. I want to hold my grandchildren in my arms.

Hey, what is all this shouting about? Mr Saeed, Rani. .

. Dad, you need to talk to Mom. She's always inviting strangers over for these pointless parties.

Please tell her I've said it a hundred times, when I find my ideal match, I will get married. Are you hearing your precious daughter? Now, you listen to me, too.

The only thing happening in this house is what my daughter wants. That's final. Fine, have it your way.

In that case, I'll just get my son married. At least he won't say no. He is such an obedient boy.

I don't know what she's so worried about. Just tell her to arrange my marriage, too, maybe then I'd finally get a break. Seriously, Dad, you really should have remarried.

Give me a break. As if one weren't enough. Oh, God, I just hope I get home in one piece today.

I swear, after this, I'm never sneaking out without Mom's permission again. Would you just shut up for a second? Please, don't distract me.

Let me drive, alright? I know what I'm doing. Look at that.

Look at the way he's driving. Is that any way to drive a car? Nobody in this city knows how to drive.

Exactly. These people have no sense at all. Well, from the way you're driving, they should be able to tell that you don't know how to either.

They should just let us through. They're going to get us both killed. Oh, look.

. . There's the market up ahead.

We're almost there. Quick, grab your scarf. Let's go, okay?

I'm just going to park. What did you do, Fizza? What was that?

How did that happen? Fizza. Please just tell him you can't drive and say you're sorry.

Look, don't you dare say that in front of him. Let me handle this, okay? Look, he's coming.

. . He's coming right for us.

Get out of the car. Are you blind? You hit a parked car.

Look. . .

Do you realize you parked in the wrong spot? This isn't our fault. So don't you dare speak to us like that.

Get out of the car. I'll show you what manners are. Don't get out of the car to talk to him, please.

Just stay here, don't get out of the car. I'm really scared, please don't go out there. Don't worry.

It'll be fine, okay? I'm just going to talk to him. Do you have a license?

Why? Are you a traffic cop? Don't you know how to speak to a woman?

I know how to speak to people. Look at the damage you've caused. You're going to have to pay for this.

I know exactly how to put wayward girls like you in their place. Say one more word. .

. and you'll see a side of me you won't like. Go on.

You have no idea who you're dealing with. My name is Malik Shahbaz. I have connections all the way up to the Inspector General.

You'll find out soon enough when we get to the police station. You are paying for this damage. And I'm not letting you leave until you give me a hundred thousand rupees.

Fizza, please, let's just go home. Please, let's go. I'm so scared of him.

Get in the car, please, let's go. Don't be scared. It's okay.

Let me handle this. Don't even think about it. Neither of you is going anywhere until you've paid for my car.

The police are on their way. They'll straighten you both out. Make way, please.

Well, look, we're here, the police. What's the issue here? Officer, for one thing, they hit my car and did all this damage.

And now they're trying to make a run for it. Officer, we’re not trying to run away from anything. First of all, he was parked illegally.

This is his fault, and he’s the one giving us a hard time. Take them down to the station, officer. We’ll settle this there.

You seem awfully eager to go to the station. Fine, I’ll be happy to oblige. No, no, we don’t want to go to the station.

We don’t want to go. Don’t take him either. We just want to go home.

Please, we want to go home. It’s alright, just calm down. We’re going home.

Don’t be scared. Did you see that, officer? She damaged my car, and now this crazy girl is putting on an act, pretending to be unwell.

Excuse me. Don’t you dare call my sister crazy. Officer, are you seeing this?

He’s harassing us right in front of you. I’m only holding back out of respect for you, officer. -Otherwise, girls like you… -Hey, that’s enough!

I’m standing right here, and you’re harassing these women? Have you no manners at all? You want me to take you down to the station right now?

Is there a brother or father we can call for you? Uh, yes. I’ll call.

Please, give them a call. Once they arrive, you’ll be free to go. Okay, officer.

Brother Saqib isn’t picking up. Call Arham. I’m calling him now.

Hello? Brother Arham? Brother Arham, we’ve had a small accident.

Oh God, please keep them safe. The girls still haven’t returned. And that Fizza… she’s become so reckless.

She just does as she pleases. If Arham’s car is even slightly damaged… Sister Shehnaz will be absolutely furious. The girl’s gotten so willful, she doesn’t consider anyone else.

Thank you so much, officer. I guess there are good cops after all. I mean… you’re a really good officer.

Thank you. Thank you.