Billy questions the attendees: “Who else is coming to us?” Rakshasi and Yuvraj Geeta are mentioned, their urgency palpable. A tense discussion unfolds about an agreement to pay Indrani, with fears of lost trust. “If we back down now, they will lose trust in us. If we don’t, the truth will come out here.” A plan forms: “Divert them from the road and get out of this city.” Suspicion arises as their targets slow down unexpectedly—“They saw us. They’ll hide the money somewhere.”
Doubts linger about the theft: “If they stole to pay Indrani, they’ll pawn it again.” A resigned tone follows: “We have no option, Wish. This film is Yuvaraj.” The group debates detouring at night, mirroring Yuvraj’s tactics. Meghana’s birthday becomes a focal point—“Didn’t you say you gave Ke Dharni? Call once.” A mix of celebration and tension brews.
Meghana’s mood clashes with the festive setup: “It shouldn’t be like this on a birthday. You should be smiling.” Accusations fly: “Jagaddhatri said she wouldn’t let him come. You don’t know the difference, you idiot.” A call interrupts—“Happy birthday, Meena… Why bring him? He’ll come, he used to ride bikes with Jagaddhatri.”
A mission unfolds: “Are you riding a bike? What’s that mission?” Kondapur’s migrant laborers are mentioned. “They’re in Kondapur. Send the location. We’ll catch them.” Grandma advises secrecy: “Start in your father’s voice. I’ll handle home arrangements.” Unease lingers: “Jungle Bill is roaming here. They’ve planned something.”
Meghana confronts Kedar: “Your undercover operation? Just roaming roads?” Jagan interrupts: “Young children are doing this. You’re a bike.” Accusations escalate: “Who’s preventing the party’s funds? If the central party buys it, no problem, right?” Panch Power’s film becomes a bargaining chip.
Family dynamics clash: “If Kedar goes to the party, Pada… Who are you to ask permission?” A director’s assurance is dismissed: “They don’t need any operation.” Kedar’s headache becomes a metaphor for chaos: “If he has a headache, you’ll save him there too.” Plans split—“Sharmila, go in the car. I’ll take the bike.”
The party’s urgency peaks: “Time’s running out. If PK is late, he’ll feel sorry.” Misunderstandings erupt: “Stop, Patnaik! Musalik Para, make me do it.” Meghana’s surprise is teased: “He’ll introduce everyone after cutting the cake. Don’t tell anyone.” Pinky Brahma’s age becomes a joke—“Wow, you’re old.”
Suspicions mount: “They’ll run away. Why didn’t the rest come?” Subhadra’s arrival is questioned. Mura’s cryptic remark—“Both of you are looking at her. You know why.” Kedar’s inner turmoil surfaces: “God, I need a break from this house. Increase my days.”
Surprises unravel: “Ever since Kedar entered, we’ve planned a surprise for Jeeva.” Ramona’s chutney anecdote adds humor. Preparations climax: “Everyone’s ready. Go home and get ready.” Meghana’s frustration flares: “You told too much. Bring Jagaddhatri too.”
Distance is demanded: “Maintain a little distance from Murari. Let’s go inside.” A cryptic interruption—“S Tooth. Jack, this is me.” Nashik’s sign and Haribabu’s greeting blend into chaos. Meghana’s wet dress sparks urgency: “Change it. Don’t embarrass us.”
Clothing becomes symbolic: “Wear couples’ dresses. They’ll say we’re poor.” Jagaddhatri resists: “I don’t want any party. Tell everyone to leave.” Kedar’s defiance—“I won’t wear it. Do whatever you say.” Grandma’s persistence: “If you don’t change, shortage ruins the dress.”
Party critiques fly: “He’s dressed like his mother-in-law… complaining parents didn’t wear clothes.” Tension softens: “Talk lovingly. You’re a piece of shit.” Kedar’s doubt resurfaces: “Why this party? Something’s suspicious.” A letter’s confession—“I don’t love Meghana.”
Mystery lingers: “I feel something happened behind our backs. Did you do something at Shiva temple?” Plans to escape the party: “Munandu must’ve gotten out. Find why Meghana’s behaving this way.” Resolve hardens: “No matter what, don’t wear that dress.”
Grandma’s antics amuse: “She walks with it tied to her head. Tomorrow, Egaresku.” Summer meetings hint at bigger schemes. Fear creeps in: “Vilaski Lento? I’m afraid.” Kedar’s confusion—“I don’t understand their relationship. They’ll meet.”
