The city is just waking up. The Hussain Sagar lake reflects the golden hues of dawn. Joggers, yoga groups, and early risers crowd the stretch. A small roadside Krishna shrine near a chai bandi.
Madan (early 30s, stylishly dressed in jeans and a loose kurta, a small tilak on his forehead) stands before the shrine, eyes closed in devotion.
Madan (softly):
"Govinda… today also, help me charm the world,with your name on my lips and your style in my veins."
He opens his eyes, gives a playful wink to the idol, and turns. Just as he does, two girls on scooters pass by, waving at him.
Girl 1:
"Madan bhaiya! Aaj bhi bhajan ya flirting?"
Madan (grinning):
"Flirting is my bhajan, madam."
He walks to the chai bandi where the regulars are gathered ,IT guys, rickshaw drivers, and Kiran Uncle, a retired professor and old-school devotee.
Kiran Uncle (raising an eyebrow):
"First Krishna, then Krishna's gopis. Any balance left in your spiritual account, Madan?"
Madan (sipping chai, teasingly):
"Arre Uncle, Krishna was the first multitasker,mischief and moksha in one go."
Everyone laughs. Madan's charm is undeniable, but there's something sincere in his eyes when he talks about Krishna.
Busy chai bandi (tea stall) in Hyderabad. College girls hang out with books and snacks.
Madan walks in, leans on the counter, flashes a smile.
Chintu (nervously):
"Madan, bro… how do you wink properly? I tried and it looked like I had a seizure."
Madan (grinning):
"Step one, don't wink like you're getting an eye check-up. Step two,flute pose."
Madan picks up a straw, poses like Krishna, and winks at a girl passing by.
Ramesh Anna:
"Eyy! Flirting again? If you spent this much time job hunting, you'd be CEO by now!"
Madan:
"Anna, I'm the CEO of Love Pvt. Ltd."
Everyone laughs as Chintu tries the same pose and drops the straw on his face.
Madan (to the tea vendor):
"Anna, two teas… one for me, and one for whichever girl smiles at me first."
Girls giggle. One of them (Neha) rolls her eyes.
Neha:
"Better luck next life, Casanova."
Madan (grinning):
"So you have thought about next life with me!"
Everyone laughs. Madan winks at the vendor who shakes his head: "This guy…"
Colorful stalls, local art, handloom, and devotional music blend into a vibrant cultural vibe. Madan is walking through the crowd with a friend, playfully flirting with stall owners, charming everyone he talks to.
Madan (holding a handmade flute, joking):
"If Krishna had this, Rukmini wouldn't have stood a chance!"
Just then, he notices a girl at a painting stall. She's arranging canvases,modern yet traditional, graceful and serene. Her name is Vaidehi,a Kathak dancer and a devotee of Krishna, but with a serious and dignified air. She's dressed simply, a dupatta around her neck, a small bindi on her forehead. She's lost in her work.
Madan (to himself):
"Oho… Rukmini 2.0?"
He walks up, pretending to look at the paintings.
Madan:
"Beautiful strokes… especially this one of Krishna playing the flute."
Vaidehi (without looking up):
"It's not for sale."
Madan (chuckling):
"Neither is Krishna's heart. But gopis still tried, right?"
She finally looks at him. Calm, composed.
Vaidehi:
"Are you always like this?"
Madan (smiling):
"Only with those who remind me of Dwarka."
Vaidehi doesn't smile. She simply turns and continues arranging her paintings.
Vaidehi:
"Some people follow Krishna. Some just use his name to flirt."
Madan (taken aback slightly, then amused):
"Well played, Rukmini ji. Touché."
As he walks away, there's a spark,Madan's usual confidence has been shaken a little.
The park is decorated with colorful rangolis, hanging bells, and Krishna posters. Bhajans play softly in the background. Youth groups are gathered in circles ,some singing, some debating philosophy, others just chatting.
Enter Madan, wearing a crisp white kurta, sunglasses tucked into his collar, and a mala around his wrist. He walks in like he owns the place.
Madan (to himself, with a smirk):
"Hari bol and hearts stolen... both happen naturally when I enter."
He spots a girl handing out prasadam.
Madan:
"Only two things can make a man fall in love ,Krishna's smile and a girl serving halwa. Today, I see both."
Girl 1 (laughs):
"You should be writing for Instagram captions, not flirting in Krishna's name."
Madan:
"Same thing, no? Both are short, sweet, and go straight to the heart."
Next, he walks to a group discussing the Gita.
Madan (grinning at Girl 2):
"Chapter 2, verse 47,'You have the right to flirt, but not to expect results.'"
Girl 2 (sarcastic):
"Pretty sure that's not how it goes."
Madan:
"Well, my version gets more laughs."
He's magnetic, cheeky, and completely unapologetic. Even the senior devotees have given up trying to "fix" him. Kiran Uncle,again present,just watches with folded arms.
Kiran Uncle:
"One day, you'll meet someone who sees through your charm, Madan. And on that day,boom,you'll finally remember what Krishna was actually about."
Madan (smirking, biting into a laddu):
"When that day comes, Uncle… I'll ask Krishna for an escape plan."
A modest middle-class apartment. Krishna idols are everywhere,on the walls, in the puja room, in small decorative frames. His mother, Savitri, is preparing dinner in the kitchen, while his father, Raghav, a retired bank manager and a serious bhakta, sits cross-legged doing japa.
Madan walks in, humming a bhajan tune,loud and exaggerated, like a stage performer.
Madan:
"Govindaaa… Gopaaaalaaa…"
Raghav (sternly):
"This isn't a stage show, Madan. Either chant properly or don't disturb the ones who are."
Madan (dropping his bag carelessly):
"Relax, father. Krishna likes joy, not judgment."
Savitri comes out with a plate of food.
Savitri:
"Beta, eat and then sit for a few minutes with your father for Gita reading."
Madan (half-listening):
"Not today, Amma. There's a kirtan night at HiTech Park. Lot of new devotees… I mean, souls to inspire."
Raghav (disapproving):
"You mean girls to flirt with."
Madan (grinning):
"Why not? Krishna had rasa leelas. I'm just continuing the tradition."
Raghav gets up, angry.
Raghav:
"You twist scripture for your nonsense! Krishna's love was divine. Yours is drama. You don't meditate, you don't study the Gita, and you waste your days chasing attention."
Madan (coolly, munching on a papad):
"And yet, Krishna loves me. Isn't that what matters?"
Savitri (softly):
"Madan… your father isn't against devotion. He just wants you to go deeper. You have so much potential…"
Madan (putting on his shoes):
"I have a meeting with destiny. And maybe a dance floor."
He blows a kiss and walks out. His parents exchange a worried look. Raghav sits back down, his japa beads clutched tighter than before.
Saree showroom. Madan's mother drags him to help her pick a saree.
Madan, bored, starts helping other random customers. He picks up a saree, twirls it like a flute, and walks to a random girl.
Madan:
"This color would look divine on you. Krishna blue, you know?"
Random Girl (laughing):
"You work here?"
Madan:
"No. But I work well with hearts."
His mother whacks him lightly with a hanger. Everyone laughs. The girl ends up buying the saree.
The evening rush at a busy shopping mall. People are bustling around, kids running with ice creams, couples holding hands. Madan strolls through, his eyes scanning the crowd like a mischievous god ready to play.
Madan (smiling to himself):
"Krishna had his leelas with milkmaids and cowherds. Me? I've got the mall crowd."
He spots a girl trying to lift a heavy shopping bag, struggling with the weight. Madan, in a flash, walks up and offers to help.
Madan (with a charming smile):
"Let me carry that. You shouldn't be carrying such heavy burdens… especially the ones that come with looking this good."
Girl (blushing, smiling):
"Thanks, but I can handle it."
Madan (grinning, teasing):
"Let me guess. You're carrying all the love in the world... And I'm just here to help lighten the load."
He takes the bag anyway and walks alongside her. The girl smiles, charmed by his wit.
Madan (to himself, proud):
"Like Krishna with the butter, I steal hearts and get away with it."
Madan (leaning over the table with a mischievous grin):
"Don't worry, I'll handle this. Just like Krishna, always finding a way to save the day… or cause more chaos."
He picks up the spilled drink and immediately dumps it onto a waiter's tray, pretending it was an accident. The waiter stumbles, the group laughs, and Madan winks.
Madan (as the waiter walks away, irritated):
"Now that's what I call the Gokul mischief move."
As he walks through the crowd, his eyes catch Neha, who looks annoyed by his antics.
Neha (hands on hips):
"Madan! Seriously? Krishna's pranks were for love, not for showing off."
Madan (laughing):
"Who said mine aren't? I'm spreading joy and causing harmless chaos. Just like Krishna did with the gopis."
Neha (rolling her eyes):
"Your mischief isn't funny anymore, Madan. You think just because you wear a mala, you're Krishna?"
Madan (laughing off her serious tone):
"I don't just wear the mala, Neha. I live it."
Later that evening, Madan returns home, having caused his usual share of playful trouble. As he enters the living room, he finds his mother, Savitri, sitting by the window, praying softly. His father is in the corner reading the Bhagavad Gita.
Savitri:
"Had another day of Krishna's mischief, I see."
Madan (grinning):
"Just keeping the tradition alive, Amma."
Raghav (without looking up):
"You may wear the tilak, Madan, but Krishna didn't waste his life in cheap tricks. He didn't chase admiration. He earned devotion. And that's the difference."
Madan (shrugging):
"Devotion is a long game, Dad. Right now, I'm just playing the role of a charming trickster."
The morning sun shines through the windows of the living room. Savitri is sitting on the couch, folding clothes, while Raghav reads the newspaper, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. Madan walks in, fresh from his morning routine, with an amused expression on his face.
Madan (grinning mischievously):
"Alright, it's time to talk business."
Savitri looks up, noticing Madan's playful demeanor. Raghav doesn't respond immediately, keeping his eyes on the newspaper.
Madan (sitting down confidently):
"I've been thinking about this whole 'marriage' situation you've been pressing me on."
Savitri looks at him expectantly, hoping he's going to finally get serious about it.
Madan (continuing):
"I've come to a conclusion. I think I should marry… more than one wife."
Savitri's hand freezes in mid-air, and Raghav lowers his newspaper, his gaze shifting from casual to concerned.
Raghav (seriously):
"More than one? What are you talking about?"
Madan (grinning even wider):
"I mean, why settle for just one when Krishna had so many? I can't just live a single-minded life, you know? Think of the possibilities."
Savitri, clearly confused and unsettled, looks at Madan.
Savitri:
"You're talking nonsense. You can't have multiple wives. It's not just about what Krishna did,it's about values, respect, and commitment. Are you serious?"
Madan (laughing lightly):
"Of course, Amma! Krishna had eight queens. Eight! And you're telling me I can't even have two?"
Raghav (setting the newspaper down, sternly):
"Madan, this isn't a game. Relationships aren't about having multiple people in your life just to entertain your whims. Krishna's relationships with the gopis and his queens were rooted in deep devotion, not self-indulgence."
Madan (smiling casually):
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Dad. Krishna's love was spontaneous and playful. He didn't do things by the book. Why should I?"
Raghav (angrily):
"Because you are not Krishna! You are my son, and you need to understand that real relationships require responsibility. What you're asking for is childish and selfish."
Madan (leaning back, almost challenging):
"I'm just saying… If Krishna had all those wives and the gopis still adored him, why should I limit myself? Life's too short to settle for just one. I need variety, excitement, fun,Krishna had that, and look at how happy he made everyone."
Savitri (sighing, softly):
"Madan, Krishna's relationships were never about indulgence. They were about love, surrender, and service. You can't just use his life to justify your own desires."
Madan (shrugging, unconcerned):
"Well, if Krishna could get away with it, why can't I? It's all about the leela, right? A little mischief, a little joy, a lot of love. And if it means having more than one wife, then so be it."
Savitri and Raghav exchange an uncomfortable glance, both deeply concerned about Madan's attitude.
Raghav (firmly):
"Marriage is not a game, Madan. It's a bond that requires respect, responsibility, and sacrifice. You cannot treat it like a joke."
Madan (laughing lightly, standing up):
"Alright, alright. I was just kidding. But it would be nice, don't you think? A little Krishna-style mischief never hurt anyone."
Savitri sighs deeply, shaking her head, while Raghav looks disappointed. Madan, however, just continues to walk around as if it's all a big joke.
Apartment community's Janmashtami rehearsals.
Madan volunteers to play Krishna and starts improvising lines during the scene with Rukmini.