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.

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,

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