The proverbial 'suspension of disbelief' goes to the winds throughout the story line making the viewer crinze in disbelief. The pivotal plot of murder of a figure as supreme in power and importance as the Prime Minister of a country through poisoning with whatever undetectable substance and the perpetrator believing that the same can be hushed up into total acceptance is a serious flaw in the plot. Scenes of closest aides of none other than the PM of India, or biggies of the ruling party wandering about alone in the streets of Delhi, in one glorious instance the PM's confidant draped in a sari making her way into the labyrinthine alleyes of old Delhi in search of an address raise hearty laughs of disbelief. Viewers are left with no alternative but to swallow such things as magic realism throughput.