It's Abbas–Mustan emptying a bucket of twists on your head every ten minutes and hoping you’re too dazzled by sunglasses and Dubai skylines to complain. The plot feels engineered, not written, but it moves fast enough to keep you hooked. Saif is smooth, John looks carved out of marble, and Deepika steals scenes just by existing. The directors chase style over sense, and honestly, that’s the only reason the thing works at all.