Sunil and Malti love each other. Neither would dream of cheating. A marriage of choice, it is clear that the early years were very happy. Now they have the usual indicators of a good middle class life: double income, single kid, nice apartment, decent job, some good friends, washing machine, desktop computer, car. But while there is still comfort, after ten years the spark is gone. Something needs to be done. Sunil is not happy. He is going to die of boredom. Life has become a chore. He tries to do his part. But even making love to his wife has become a dreary duty, one best avoided. Knowing that this upsets her, he tries all kinds of tricks to ensure that the opportunity does not occur. Malti, hurt, tries to talk to him, to be alluring, to negotiate, but to no avail. And then it all changes. Suddenly Sunil is loving and amorous- he is no longer bored. Malti is pleased until Sunil tells her of his new obsession. She is shocked. His plan is unacceptable. She will bear no part in it. But Sunil cannot do this alone. He cajoles, he pleads, he yens and finally, he tricks her into capitulation.
Scenario: man suggests a swingers' network to his wife to spice up their love life. No prizes for guessing her feminine reaction. Apparently it's 'parallel cinema', which is not mainstream & is to convey emotion with no particular plot; in this case irrational emotional outbursts. From a mature male perspective, I just can't stand, but I acknowledge that it's a girlie thing. It's a wishy-washy soap opera. They tried to make it comical with incidental jazz music, to no effect. I found the main attraction was Konkona's 'slightly imperfect' face with perfect hair. Her features & complexion are typically Indian, which might explain why she didn't go into mainstream Bollywood, where the girls are all fair & anorexic, with Arabian features from the Mogul rule.