The screenplay & dialogues of Yeh Saali Aashiqui are ripe with promise, and though that promise is fulfilled to an extent, it's the portions that remain unfulfilled, which leave a lot to be desired. Cherag Ruparel's directorial skills not being on the same plane as that of his writing expertise make matters worse as does the caricaturish treatment of several pivotal plot points, which dilute the impact of the narrative. It also doesn't help that the makers don't know whether they ought to be absolutely unapologetic about the treatment of the film or add a bit of political correctness, thus getting stuck in a messy spot in the middle. However, the biggest culprit is the late-great Amrish Puri's grandson, debutant Vardhan Puri, who, despite his best efforts (and it's evident that the guy has really toiled), is horribly miscast in a role that required an actor able to convey complex emotions and restrain his fury on screen.
At least in his first outing, Vardhan comes across as a far better writer than actor. (he's co-written the script). Thankfully, the other newcomer, Shivaleeka Oberoi, has got the body language, expressions, screen presence, and charm to go places in the film industry, provided she works on these assets and improves her dialogue delivery. This could have been a crackerjack thriller, toying with those most fundamental of human traits like love, anger, betrayal, and revenge. Alas, it just scratches the surface, but still manages to keep us mildly engaged till the end. The best part of the film through is the montage that pays tribute to the legendary Amrish Puri, displayed at the beginning.