We looked forward to Season 2 of Made in Heaven because of its promise of decadence. The poisonous beauty of grossly expensive clothes, jewels and locations, the dangerous privacies of unpalatable emotions, sexual conniving, avarice, lies, and every other tamasic indulgence wrapped in hot, charismatic actors and skilful filmmaking. We could have accepted the somewhat discount version of Season 1 production values we got. Although dil hai ki manta nahin, even tried to accept that chef fellow who was about as tasty as a nutri nugget. But Made in Heaven comes aquiver with #BoreMatKarYaar lecturebazi, that’s hard to accept.

The show begins with a maha basic episode on skin colour prejudice. Thereon it cycles from matrimonials-vali fair bride to sologamy with chapters on issues of gender, class, sexuality, caste, Muslim personal law and age. It resembles a gender sexuality 101 course from the kind of college where young elites pay lakhs to learn how to say “that’s problematic” before they leave for “grad school” from where they return with that American-global accent, which would—it seems from watching—make them ideal casting for Made in Heaven.