He deceives her into bed, she gets her heart broken, plots exact retribution, demolishes his business, it’s all really standard Hindi-motion picture stuff. Abbas Mustan would have made an awesome thriller out of it in the ’90s.
In any case, it is not the ’90s. We merit preferred tropes over the legend courageously safeguarding the champion’s satchel from goons, Who-squints first diversions on dates, feminine men as prop-characters, “oriental” ambient melodies when Chinese characters are on screen and a mother with a sensational mystery. Every one of that was missing was a snicker track out of sight.