Realization dawns on them only when, after downing several half pints of beer at a bar, they playact and ‘Dino’ proposes to ‘K’ and invites everybody within earshot to their wedding.
Sure enough, the path to bliss is strewn with thorns. The couple runs into fierce opposition from their respective families and decides to flee to Goa, a rescued puppy in tow.
On the run, they get married but the girl, all coy and proper, makes it a point not to consummate the union.
So the young lovers do everything that young lovers do in run-of-the-mill Hindi films but they do not jump into bed.
Not that the boy does not try. He makes many cheesy attempts to lure the girl. The latter describes the boy’s desperation as a “massive turnoff” and sticks to her guns.
Making their way around the country to evade the cops on their trail, they end up in Maoist-infested Dantewada.
What is a Maovadi, Dino asks incredulously, not even getting the pronunciation of the word right. That is how ignorant the lovers are of the realities of the land.
So, in one half of Lekar Hum Deewana Dil, the twosome is on a voyage of discovery.
Their chaotic journey culminates bizarrely in a raunchy item number performed by a belly dancer in the middle of a Bastar forest at the behest of a Naxalite leader.
Matters come to head when the lovers realize that life and love aren’t all song and dance. Reality intervenes and their impulsively made plans are abruptly thwarted.
A suitably chastened Dino returns home in a huff and declares that he has turned a new leaf.
The second half is an endless yawn as the parents of the lovers consult counselors and lawyers and approach the family court for an annulment of the marriage.
On their part, Dino and K blow hot and cold until all the air in the film is sucked dry. Their whining and pining goes on till well after the drama has run out of steam.
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