‘Wazir’ is a tale of two unlikely friends, a wheelchair-bound chess grandmaster and a brave ATS officer. Brought together by grief and a strange twist of fate, the two men decide to help each other win the biggest games of their lives. But there’s a mysterious, dangerous opponent lurking in the shadows, who is all set to checkmate them
The film's soundtrack album was composed by a number of artists: Shantanu Moitra, Ankit Tiwari, Advaita, Prashant Pillai, Rochak Kohli and Gaurav Godkhindi.The background score was composed by Rohit Kulkarni while the lyrics were penned by Vidhu Vinod Chopra, Swanand Kirkire, A. M. Turaz, Manoj Muntashir and Abhijeet Deshpande. The album rights of the film were acquired by T-Series, and it was released on 18 December 2015.
Sonu Nigam & Shreya Ghoshal
Ankit Tiwari
Javed Ali
Gagan Baderiya & Prashant Pillai
Amitabh Bachchan
Gaurav Godkhindi
For six months, life was good. Leo read The Dark Knight Returns on his phone during his commute. He projected Sandman covers onto the living room wall as art. He told everyone about ComicsFlix.
He scanned his entire collection in one caffeine-fueled weekend. A week later, the boxes arrived—sturdy, black, with the logo embossed in silver foil. He packed every single issue. He didn’t even cry when the UPS truck drove away. He just opened his laptop, logged in, and there they were. Every page, every ad for Hostess Fruit Pies, every faded letter column. Perfect.
Leo sat down. He opened the comic.
He swiped to the first page. Peter Parker, skinny, bitten by a spider.
Leo couldn’t pick. Each issue was a memory. Amazing Fantasy #15 (a reprint, but still) was the first comic his late father ever handed him. Watchmen #1 was the prize of a summer spent mowing lawns. To sell them felt like selling his childhood.
Leo, we’ve upgraded your experience! Now, when you read a comic, our proprietary Nano-Sync tech uses your device’s haptics and ambient sensors to recreate the feel of the original page. Smell the newsprint. Hear the spine crack. Leo laughed. Gimmicky. But that night, he opened The Killing Joke on his tablet. As he swiped to the first panel, the air in his room shifted. He smelled it: that faint, sweet, acidic perfume of thirty-year-old pulp paper. When he turned a “page,” his tablet’s haptic engine buzzed with a soft, papery crack . It was unnervingly real.
She kissed him. Her lips felt like paper. Her hair smelled like ink.
