The charade continues after Guddu and Rashmi's folks misconstrue their sham marriage as true. Luka Chuppi is as much about live-in as Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge was about pigeons.
Keeping with Bollywood's fantasy treatment and trivialising of serious concepts, what follows is a two-week picnic in Gwalior, a breezy game of ghar-ghar where sex and Maggi are in high supply and shooing pesky neighbourhood aunties is a Photoshopped wedding album away. But when it actually comes down to the deed, Luka Chuppi's laziness reduces it to zilch. It's funny how the term 'live-in' is uttered, explained, defined, defended, abused and apologised over and over again in the movie. The reasons for one's rush and another's reluctance are a point of note by themselves one that Luka Chupp is skin-deep cinema completely disregards and proceeds. He proposes marriage, she recommends live-in. Half of Luka Chuppi is song after song of this attractive duo gazing into each other's eyes, smiling to and fro in fashionable attire and touring the cities. When Guddu (Kartik Aaryan), a reporter at a local cable news network in Mathura, meets Rashmi (Kriti Sanon), a politician's (a frumpy Vinay Pathak) daughter interning at his workplace, sparks fly. The point behind this exercise in overreaction is to impress what a big deal it's for a couple to opt for a live-in around such a squeamish social setup. After a fictional superstar's (whose last name has to be Khan) admission of his live-in relationship triggers a violent response in the country, people in North India, especially Mathura and Gwalior are going nuts and burning his effigies.