Some of the film is pleasing in the way it brings out the dull familiarity that plagues a well-excavated relationship, and both Sanjay Mishra and Ekavali Khanna feel sufficiently lived in.

There is an airport ending, too, but not in the classical sense. Again, the thought is pragmatic and sensitive; distance, at times, is the only way to create space for better engagement. And then you hear his voice, “Not all stories have heroes called Shah Rukh Khan…” – and you instantly know why a movie that thrives on inverting the angrezi of love isn’t as novel as it should have been: it is too busy flaunting its humble grammar.

What we have here, I guess, is a director who understands how people fight, but has not a clue about how they make love.

The problem is not with acting or cinematography, it is the script that makes what could have been an exceptional tale of loss of love, a run-of-the-mill Bollywood masala flick.