Mehtab Mirza

Mawaali (2025) spins a wild, messy tale that’s just as much about chaos as it is about heart. At the center of this whole circus? Mehtab Mirza, who plays a character that’s impossible to pin down—he’s not your classic hero, not really a villain either, just a guy stumbling through Mumbai’s underbelly, making bad decisions look almost cool. The story kicks off with him getting tangled up in a scam way over his head, thanks to a bunch of hustlers who’d probably sell their own shoes if it meant a quick buck. You’ve got cops, crooks, and everyone in between, all chasing after something—money, redemption, maybe just a way out. Mirza’s character keeps getting in deeper, but, honestly, it’s the little moments that stick out: the banter in grimy tea stalls, the background chaos of the city that never sleeps, the weird loyalty between people who really should’ve ditched each other ages ago. There’s this vibe of constant motion, like everyone’s running from something—past mistakes, bad luck, whatever. The film doesn’t spoon-feed you answers, either. Sometimes you’re not sure if you’re rooting for him or just watching a trainwreck you can’t look away from. The soundtrack slaps, the visuals have grit, and the humor hits that perfect spot between dark and absurd. In the end, Mawaali isn’t just about crime—yeah, there’s plenty of that—but about how messy, stubborn, and surprisingly tender people can be, even when life’s handing them nothing but lemons.