What's this?
-What is this? -Nothing, come.
Tell me.
Nothing serious. I'll tell you later.
Mukund.
What… such a big bandage?
You're saying it's nothing serious.
Arshu, sweetie?
-Your dad will tuck you into bed. -Okay, Dad.
Mukund.
-Why do you have a bandage? -It's nothing.
A minor bullet wound.
Bullet?!
What are you saying?
-Show me, let me see. -Don't shout.