Siddharth Patkar

If you’ve ever wondered what it would look like if a group of confused toddlers, armed with crayons and a bottle of whiskey, wrote a crime thriller—congratulations, this series is your answer. The plot has as much logic as a soap opera written by ChatGPT after three shots of tequila. Characters wander around as if they were dropped on set by accident, unsure whether they’re in a gangster drama, a comedy skit, or a rejected Bigg Boss episode. By Season 2, Michael sounds like he’s either been dubbed by his drunk uncle or decided to experiment with underwater acting. Tara, bless her soul, is basically auditioning for “Who Wants to Sleep With a Millionaire?” while her father could teach PhD-level classes in being a professional scammer, except even he looks confused thanks to side characters like JK and Michael, who make him look like the desi Danny Ocean of this circus. Bhau, the supposed Big Don, enters with the energy of a surprise party and exits with the grace of someone who forgot they left the gas on at home. Meanwhile, Mert, Shiva’s parents, and Divya could’ve been cardboard cutouts for all the impact they had—except the cutouts might have contributed more. And then, the ending. Ah, the ending! Imagine watching ten hours of chaos only for the series to shrug and say, “LOL, figure it out yourself.” Truly inspirational for anyone who wants to learn how not to end a story. Final verdict: If Hotstar paid for this, they deserve a refund. If they got paid to show it, then hats off to the real con artists—the producers. Negative stars still feel too generous.