
Rating: 3 / 5 Stars
Walking into Tere Ishk Mein, I knew I was stepping into Aanand L. Rai territory—that emotionally intense, sometimes uncomfortable space where love and obsession become frighteningly intertwined. If Raanjhanaa was about the innocence of obsessive love, this film feels like its jaded, dangerous older brother.
After watching this nearly three-hour emotional hurricane (now streaming on Netflix as of Jan 2026), I’m left conflicted: I was moved by the performances, hypnotized by the music, but frequently frustrated by the writing.
The Plot: Love in a No-Fly Zone
The story frames a volatile romance between Shankar Gurukkal (Dhanush) and Mukti (Kriti Sanon).
- In the past: Shankar is a hot-headed student union leader in Delhi; Mukti is a privileged psychology student who decides to make him her “project” to prove aggressive men can be fixed—a thesis topic that backfires spectacularly.
- In the present: Shankar is an Indian Air Force pilot grounded for reckless behavior. He needs psychological clearance to fly again, and naturally, the person standing between him and the cockpit is Mukti, who is now battling her own demons, including a crumbling marriage and alcoholism.
The Good: Dhanush, Kriti, and Rahman
Let’s be honest: Dhanush is the reason this movie works. He doesn’t just act; he vibrates with energy. Whether he’s the reckless college student or the brooding officer suppressing seven years of heartbreak, he inhabits Shankar so completely that you forget you’re watching a performance. He has this uncanny ability to make toxic traits feel frighteningly human, making you empathize with a character who, on paper, is deeply problematic.
Kriti Sanon is the film’s biggest surprise. She delivers what is arguably her career-best work here. Mukti is written inconsistently—sometimes a cold analyst, sometimes an emotional wreck—but Kriti gives her a raw inner life. She matches Dhanush’s intensity beat for beat, especially in the second half.
Then there is A.R. Rahman. If the script is the film’s shaky skeleton, the music is its soul. The soundtrack is a masterpiece. The title track (sung by Arijit Singh) isn’t just a song; it’s a battle cry. Tracks like “Deewaana Deewaana”and “Usey Kehna” elevate even the weaker scenes, proving once again that Rahman creates magic when he collaborates with this director-actor duo.
The Bad: A Script That Sabotages Itself
Here is where the film stumbles. The screenplay tries to cram in too much: a love triangle, liver cirrhosis, UPSC exams, Molotov cocktails, Banaras spirituality, and a war climax. It’s overstuffed.
More importantly, the film has a messy relationship with toxic love. It often romanticizes behavior that should be interrogated. When Shankar reacts to rejection with violence (burning down a house) or public humiliation, the film frames it as “tragic passion” rather than criminal behavior. The premise of Mukti using a human being as a “lab rat” for her thesis also requires a massive suspension of disbelief—it’s a plot point that has rightly been roasted by audiences for being illogical.
The Verdict
Tere Ishk Mein is a film of extremes. Visually, it’s stunning—the contrast between the cold, blue military austerity of Leh and the warm, chaotic yellows of Benaras is masterful.
If you loved Raanjhanaa, you’ll find the DNA here unmistakable. If you’re here for the acting and the music, you’ll get your money’s worth. But if you’re sensitive to films that blur the line between romance and harmful obsession without proper critique, this might be a tough watch.
It’s a flawed, exhausting, but undeniably powerful tragedy. Watch it for Dhanush. Stay for the music. Forgive the logic.
A Note on the Varanasi Subtext
It is impossible to ignore how the city of Varanasi functions as a silent, spiritual character in the film. Aanand L. Rai uses the city not just for aesthetic grit, but for its cosmic symbolism.
The protagonist is named Shankar (Lord Shiva), and he returns to Kashi (Shiva’s city) to find himself amongst the funeral pyres. The film plays heavily on the duality of Fire—it is both destructive (the Molotov cocktails Shankar throws) and purifying (the cremation grounds where he sheds his past). There is also a cruel poetic irony in the heroine’s name, Mukti (meaning ‘Salvation’ or ‘Liberation’). In Varanasi, people seek Mukti to end the cycle of rebirth; in the film, Shankar seeks Mukti to give his life meaning. The city becomes the bridge between his “burning” passion and the cold, disciplined “freeze” of the Himalayas in the climax.
Where to watch: Now streaming on Netflix.

