A Delhi chap Sumit Uppal (Saqib Saleem, decent, but needed a firm director) falls for his English teacher Koroli Nair (Taapsee Pannu, who hams into her Gandhiji glasses and keeps a scrapbook of her love). Their friends are so ghastly, you want to put a paper-bag over their faces and duct-tape their mouths so you don't have to suffer them on screen. I mean we have seen 'quirky' friends of heroes and heroines in Bollywood, but no one can justify these friends.
So the hero and the heroine decide to elope with their friends. Yes, they elope along with their friends. Their car crashes into a lake, and they have to trek through a forest infested with leeches. Is this in India? Where? This 'disaster' is supposed to show us that the hero and the heroine are not really made for each other. The lad is selfish, and the girl has ditzy ideas about love. Before you wonder who is forcing them to get married, it's intermission and the girl thankfully breaks off the marriage and walks away.
Suddenly we see a silly romance infested in her brains Koro (or Karo) in a stupid wig turned into a corporate lady, in London, managing her father's business empire. The lad has turned into a Bollywood actor and is playing Hanuman. The two are now almost hitched to two other people. Of course they meet and realise they are in love. But the audience wonders why she loves someone who is still selfish and thinks money is more important than love?
But one part of your brain is already dead. And no amount of cute posing for selfies by the lead pair is going to convince you that you made a good decision in buying a ticket to this ridiculous film. If you are not asleep in the theatre, you are facepalming.