Original subtitles

The memories of my heart... have been lost in deep slumber...

The memories of my heart... have been lost in deep slumber...

Yet there is someone who awakens the memories of my heart...

Yet there is someone who awakens the memories of my heart...

The memories of my heart... have been lost in deep slumber...

The memories of my heart... have been lost in deep slumber...

Ameen! Ameen!

Like puppet on string she breathes... with the strings are in her hand...

- Grandma why are you weeping. - You weep when someone dies.

Who died grandma?

Someone your grandma loved.

The memories of my heart... have been lost in deep slumber...

The memories of my heart... have been lost in deep slumber...

I don't want to eat.

- This one is for a bear. - No, I don't want to eat.

- Come on, a morsel for this elephant. - I'm not hungry.

- Have it. - I'm not hungry.

Rizzu stop troubling Zainab bi and eat or I'll lock you in the bathroom

I don't want to eat.

Why are you after him. If he doesn't want to eat, leave him.

Zainab bi take him away.

I know how much you care for him.

You made him perform the last rites instead of doing it yourself.

I couldn't bear to see the body, the coffin and the symmetry.

- When I could, why couldn't you? - No I couldn't.

Our daughter is no more, she's dead.

She's dead now - forgive her.

Wort you pardon her soul.

Rizzu, Rizzu, wait, hold my hand. Walk slowly.

Son, walk slowly.

We will catch bus.

Walk slowly, or else you will fall.

Rizzu why did you come, your mother expired.

What do mean? My grandma is my mother.

Silly she is your granny not your mummy.

Your mother died in the air crash.

You are lying. Your dirty liar.

If you don't trust, ask my mummy.

- Don't fight. - Let them fight.

What're you doing?

Don't fight.

- I shall never talk to you? - Don't.

Rizzu. No. Don't fight with anybody. Come on let's go.

Why did you hit Rohan. Good children don't fight.

I'm not going to speak to Rohan. Why did he say that my mother's dead.

- Do you know whom you buried yesterday? - No.

She was Rizzu baba's second mother.

She was a fairy princess Her name was Zubeida.

Her mother was Faiyazi Begum and her father Suleiman.

- Like grandpa and grandma. - Yes.

They lived in a house near the sea.

Where she lived with her mummy daddy and her prince Rizzu.

Like our house?

Just like this one. Know what happened one day?

When Rizzu was a baby his other mummy danced like a fairy...

When she danced... a handsome prince watched her dance.

He said, what a fairy princess she is.

I will make her my queen and keep her in my palace.

So he took her away in his magic plane.

Why didn't she take me in her magic plane.

She wanted to. She was coming back for her Rizzu baby...

...but suddenly her plane fell down and broke...

...and your second mummy vanished into the sky.

Now she is amongst those stars.

When she dances through the night... the stars twinkle.

- I will also go there. - My dear.

Far away in a mango orchard... beneath the cool shadows...

...there was a small pathway on this path was a lovely village...

...when it is past midnight and the entire village is asleep...

...a little fairy descends from stars and enters the little boy's house...

...bringing sweet dreams for him...

Gently she kisses the dreams on the eyelids of the boy asleep...

She comes to his pillow... She sings softly...

Far away in a mango orchard...

What does world know about my tales... when heart does sing it frets...

It isn't that dance, which reel is this?

Number four sir.

That the gypsy dance is in the first reel.

The 'Banjaran Ladki's' first reel is missing we never found it.

I wanted to see it. There's a dance sequence with Zubeida.

Zubeida?

She was an actress of yesteryears. She acted only in 'Banjaran Ladki'.

Check it out with Jupiter Studios in Mumbai.

It was their home production. This film was brought from there.

There were 7 to 8 movies. You might find it there.

- Fine, thank you. - Welcome sir.

Where's the office of Jupiter Movie tone Studio?

- Jupiter Movie tone? - This studio's office.

The studio closed long ago. This is the builder's office.

I'm the builder's watchman.

- Builder? - Yes.

Does anyone know about this studio?

- No one. - No one?

No Sir.

Sir, come here.

A dance master lives behind. He's old. Dance Master Hiralal.

Go ask him.

- Who? - Hiralalji.

Who is it?

Are you Hiralalji.

Yes I'm Hiralal.

I am Riyaz Masud, a film journalist.

Can I come in?

Yes please do. Be seated.

Did you know film actress Zubeida?

Be seated.

- Who? - Miss Zubeida.

Zubeida, Zubeida baby...

...How can I forget her.

Her father owned this studio. Suleiman Seth.

He was very strict.

He had a wife at home and a wife at...

Zubeida used to come here after school...

And her father used to drive her home in his car in the evenings.

What a car he had. A big black car. Beauty.

Zubeida baby loved to dance.

Three. Four.

Wow.

One, two three four.

Well done... well done. Excellent. Come everyday for rehearsal.

You can become a top heroine of India someday.

Really!

- Zubeida, hello Rose. - Hello.

How is everything.

- Fine. - How's the dance rehearsal going?

Everything is just tip top suli.

- Hello. - Is everything fine masterji.

Fine.

- Come let's go home my dear. - One minute.

- Remember 7.30. - Okay.

Okay.

Madam.

She's no dedication - wants to be out at 7.30, so no rehearsals.

- Madam. - Coming.

Bye.

Suleiman Seth then sold the studio to Nandlal Seth.

Suleiman Seth was an arrogant man. Else Zubeida would've become a star.

She had worked in a film too.

Suleiman seth created an uproar. Oh my God.

It was like a film scene.

You are romantic... you are naive...

You are unusual...

You are unusual...

I am unusual but all alone I am a mystical too...

Let wild winds take me everywhere... for I am a mystic to the winds too...

You are romantic... and you are crazy...

Like a doe in the garden... a bud amongst blooms...

...at times like the dew... or burning fire...

Like different hues of dawn and eve... I really don't know who I am...

- Nandlaal dear. - I hope know what you doing. - Yes.

You should have told Suleiman before signing her for your film.

Rose darling leave it to me.

Nobody would've bought the studio for the amount that I've paid.

I've done him a great favor.

You are unusual yet all alone you are mystical too...

Mystical too...

Restlessness is within my fate... I fear to tread wherever I go...

Restlessness is within my fate... I fear to tread wherever I go...

I'll go where restlessness leads me...

...because for a moment I'm here and next moment I'm there.

You are naive and willful...

In a world of dreams... you have been living.

I am unusual yet all alone... like a mystic I am...

Bengali come here - Hello Suleiman Seth.

- Call Nandlal outside. - He's amidst the shooting.

To hell with the shoot. Tell him to come outside. Go.

Zubeida will become a star and Suleiman will be proud of her.

- Very good. - Really?

Sir, Suleiman Seth is waiting for you in the car.

Yes.

I will be back.

Hello Suleiman Seth How are you?

Welcome Suleiman. You haven't come since you sold this place.

I'm glad you've come.

Where is my daughter?

Your daughter is on the pinnacle of fame.

Today is the first day of her stardom...

...only your blessings were missing...

Shut up you...

...You bastard, I'll get you arrested for misguiding my daughter.

She's still an adolescent.

I haven't. She came on her own will to work in this film.

Don't worry I'm making a clean film. Zubeida is like a daughter to me.

- Shut up. - Yes, sir. Suleiman bhai.

...at times like the dew... or burning fire...

Like different hues of dawn and eve... I really don't know who I am...

Cut! Cut!

Tony.

Stop this nonsense and come home with me.

- Leave me. I will not come. - Come.

Zubeida go home with your father now. Okay.

Zubeida go and sit in the car.

No, I've signed a contract that I'll complete this film.

Please calm down, sir - we will discuss this later.

Suleiman what about my investments.

Nandalal ask her to go and sit in the car.

I'll be ruined if she leaves.

I don't care. Listen to me or you'll be sorry.

- Suli have you gone mad. - Nandlal...

- Nandalal. - Stop it.

- Stop it.

- Zubeida give me my pistol. - I won't.

- Give it to me. - Promise you stop me from working.

- Wort you listen? Come with me. - Suli.

- Get going. - Wait.

Go home Zubeida baby this place is not meant for you.

- Sir. - Yes.

- You're ruined. - Yes.

Those were the days... really excellent days!

The people in the film industry were genuine not as of now.

I'm in search of the first reel of 'Banjaran Ladki'...

- ...in which there was a gypsy dance. - But why?

I'm a film journalist. I want to write an article on it.

I've heard that it was a great dance.

Yes, I directed it. Hiralal, write Hiralal.

Already note it down.

There used to be good dances then - not as they do now...

...they wear skimpy clothes and twenty boys and girls perform P. T...

...and they call this dance.

Where will I find the reel?

How can you find it now? It's all finished. Gone or those days.

I heard Zubeida eloped and was later murdered in a lover's tiff.

There's only one girl who can tell you. Rosy. Rose darling.

Where were you?

You've been away from home for the last two days.

- I'd been to Pune. - Pune? What for?

Someone told I'd find a print of 'Banjaran Ladki' at film archives.

'Banjaran Ladki', why are you after that stupid film.

Did you find it? Found it?

No.

Even if you had, would it help?

At least I could have a glimpse of my mother.

Grandma! Do you know about any actress named Rose.

Rose!

Who told you about that witch?

You're irked with her name itself.

The wretch was the cause of all our misfortunes.

Your mother and grandpa... she had cast a spell on them.

- Suli. - Oh!

Welcome my dear Rose.

You look ravishing as ever.

Thank you suli.

It's a grand party.

Look it Zubeida. She looks beautiful.

She is. After all she's my daughter.

Yes.

I've got Nandlal along with me. I hope you've forgiven him.

I'll think about it. As long as he knows his limits.

What're you saying sethji. I made a mistake once. Forgive me.

Let's forget it now.

What's the happy occasion for this party?

In the honor of my childhood friend Sajid Masud's return.

- Oh! - Wow.

Come, let me introduce.

Sajid brother.

He is Sajid brother. Sajid Masood.

My childhood friend and his son Mehboob Alam.

Who's completed his M.R.C.P. From Edinburgh.

Meet India's famous Cine dancer Miss Rose Davenport.

Yes, we know you.

He always mentions you in his letters.

Meet Mr. Nandlal. He's a filmmaker and an abductor of adolescent girls.

What, sir...

I've heard a lot about you. I'm a great fan.

Oh! Really. Thank you how sweet of you.

Come on let's have drink to pack.

He doesn't drink... We consider it unethical...

Really? What a pretty.

- Please excuse me suli. - Yes of course.

You will not change Suleiman. You're still associated with her.

- She'll ruin you someday. - I've already been ruined.

Hello Feyazi.

Zubeida my dear you looking absolutely gorgeous.

- Thank you. - Hello Firoza.

I heard you two are going to a finishing school in Switzerland.

- Lucky girls. - Attention please.

Ladies and gentlemen.

My dear friend Sajib Masud who had migrated to Pakistan...

...has now returned to India so that he can straighten rouges like me.

This party is in honor of his return.

- Cheers to Sajid brother. - Cheers.

Cheers for Sajid brother.

Come on we needs some music.

Cheers in the name of Morarji Desai who has put prohibition in drinking.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Here's a nice young man for you to dance with. Come on.

Zubeida that's enough.

Go back to your mother.

- But I want to dance father. - No.

Unmarried girls in our family don't dance.

Mehboob.

Excuse me.

Friends I'd like to give you some good news.

Sajid bhai and I have decided to seal our friendship.

So, I'm now announcing my daughter Zubeida's marriage...

...with his son Mehboob Alam. We need your blessings.

We need blessings of all of you.

Congratulations.

Zubie.

Why didn't daddy ask me how could he announce it.

Don't behave childishly. You know we've to do as he wishes.

He's your father. When I got married my father never asked me.

I don't want to be a milking cow like you who is pulled by her nose.

Is it all my fault?

Isn't it enough that he takes his ire on me.

Now you too want to trouble me.

Zubie don't torture me - I can't bear all this.

For God's sake ask his forgiveness.

Don't weep mummy. I'll ask for his forgiveness tomorrow...

...for your sake.

My dear.

Father I am sorry.

I said I am sorry father.

You disgraced me yesterday.

How will I face my friends now.

But I don't want to get married.

I've given my word to Sajid Bhai for the marriage...

...you'll be married by the end of this month.

But you promised that you'll send me with Firoza to Switzerland.

For finishing school.

Firoza's father will not find a good match for her...

She has neither beauty nor brains...

God has blessed my daughter with everything...

Why do you need a finishing school.

Your mother will teach you the household chores.

I don't want to learn the chores.

Naina.

I'm sending money from the office - get her trousseau ready.

Daddy don't get me married.

How can I marry someone whom I don't love.

Love exists only in films and poetry. What has it got to do with marriage?

Idiot!

Mummy tell this cruel man that I'll not marry Mehboob.

You're cursing your father!

Once he makes a decision he will not change it.

Zubie.

The henna has colored your palms red...

...dear friends the buds will now bloom in her hands...

Your heart, your life will now be full of happiness...

Your beloved will come to hold you in his arms...

...the music will resound in the air all around...

The henna has colored your palms red...

...dear friends the buds will now bloom in your hands...

...and your heart your life will now be full of happiness...

- I don't want any henna on my hands. - Don't say that!

Henna is an auspicious sign. How can you be a bride without it.

I'm not a bride but a goat about to be sacrificed...

...with which father can please his friends.

Oh God! That's not the way you talk about him.

If daddy is burdened with me, why doesn't he sell me in the bazaar?

Stop it. I won't hear a word. Mammo, help me with henna.

- Come on. Put on the henna. - I don't want to.

Zubie.

They sing for you with love, mother aunt and sisters around...

Singing for you are your kith and kin...

...and there's happiness all around. For beautiful bride...

- My God, what are you doing! - Leave me. I want to die...

- Leave me. - No.

- The henna has colored your palms red... - I want to die. - No, my child.

The buds will bloom in her hands...

Zubeida Khatoon daughter of Suleiman Hazrat Khan...

...do you agree to marry Mehboob Alam son of Sajid Masud...

...for a consideration of Rs. 1 lakh as Meher.

Dear Zubeida, do you permit me to marry you to Mehboob Alam...

...for a consideration of Rs. 1 lakh as Meher.

If you feel shy to say so, just nod your head.

He will be taken care of yours and make you feel like princess.

Didn't you see her nod in assent.

May God bless the couple.

He will see your adorned hands... and set his heart on you...

...you'll now tread on the path of happiness.

Beautiful... The pair is like moon and sun.

The henna has brought a glow on her face...

...there'll be lots of happiness...

...the henna has colored her palms red...

...dear friends, the buds will now bloom in your hands...

Your heart, your life will now find contentment.

To set up this factory I'll have to import machinery...

I haven't got the permission for the last ten months. Strange.

You'll get it, have patience. Government work takes time.

Do you know, people around here don't favor Muslims.

I'm a Muslim too. No one has come in may of my progress.

I think I made a mistake by coming back.

What're you saying. This is your town, your own house.

How long can I burden you.

What nonsense?

- Hello uncle. - Hello.

I've got the confirmation letter from Nayar hospital.

Good news. Will they provide you with quarters?

You want to throw the children out of this house.

I was just inquiring. What if they want to be independent...

They're not going far away.

What is the need to go elsewhere especially when she is pregnant.

What?

That's wonderful. I'm going to become a grandpa and no one told me.

I just came to know about it.

Then we've got to leave for Karachi immediately.

I will hit you if you mention Karachi again.

If daddy knew your Karachi plans, he wouldn't have got us married.

If my father wants to go we'll have to accompany him.

You want to accompany your father and expect me to leave my parents.

Zubeida. Zubeida look.

He doesn't appreciate my living here.

You've got a good job. We can settle happily in another house.

But my father is adamant and is bent on going back to Karachi.

If you convince him he'll stay back.

Alright. Wait till the baby is born. I'll tell him later.

Why can't you tell him. Why are you scared.

Be calm. Be brave my dear.

- That's it, my child. - Mother!

Oh God, you're merciful. Relieve her of pains of pregnancy.

We're lucky the baby is arriving on time...

...else I'd have to cancel my steamer bookings.

Steamer bookings? You've booked tickets and didn't inform me.

Had I told you - you would have made it difficult.

- Why to increase my blood pressure. - You're selfish Sajid.

There's limit to ungratefulness.

I've been trying to help you and you're leaving without informing me.

With great difficulty I got a permanent job for Mehboob...

You know how suspicious they are of Muslims here.

Exactly, I made a mistake by listening to you.

We do not belong here.

Keep quiet. This is no time for quarrels.

Why don't you convince him.

We've no choice but to go back to Pakistan.

There's no way out. We've no one here.

You're not wanted there. You're treated as refugees there.

Shut up. What do you know about it.

You want my son to stay with you and expect me to dance around you.

The truth is that you're a failure both here and there. You're useless.

What have you achieved here?

By earning from a few stunt movies you call yourself successful.

You've become respectful.

Ungrateful man. I welcomed you, gave you a house, my daughter...

I ran around on your errands. And what do I get in return?

Humiliation and curse.

Don't I have any self-respect.

I'm leaving and so are my daughter-in-law and grandchild.

I will not forgive you for this. Go anywhere you like...

But neither my daughter nor will her child will leave.

But uncle my wife and child...

Come son we have no relations with them henceforth.

Congratulations, it's a baby boy.

Henna has colored her palms red...

Dear friends, the buds will now bloom in your hands...

Your heart and life will now be full of happiness.

The Meher of one lakh rupees was decided before the marriage.

It must be paid before the divorce.

The girl has agreed to forgo it.

In that case divorce can take place immediately. Say it.

I Mehboob Alam in proper senses wish to free my wife Zubeida Khatoon.

I hereby divorce you...

I hereby divorce you...

I hereby divorce you...

Come dear.

She's like a breathing puppet on a string...

With somebody holding her strings...

...the tranquility has been drenched in tears...

...the memories of my heart have been lost in slumber...

...the memories of my heart have been lost in slumber...

Aunty Roses.

Oh My God. What's happening? They're wedding photographs.

What happened? Who's burning them?

What are you doing. Don't burn the wedding dress.

What?

She has been divorced! Oh God. It had to happen.

Don't worry my dear.

That Mehboob Alam just didn't measure upto you.

He wasn't worthy to you.

Husband is always a husband. Whatever you might think.

Don't move. Spineless men like that just aren't worth it.

You need a real man.

- Like your dad. - Come in Zubie. Come dear.

How did Daddy leave us. Didn't he worry about us.

Don't mention him. Had he any concern he'd he come to see you...

In thirty years he never wrote a letter.

Grandma how were Rose and mummy related.

If not for Rose your mother would've been alive.

She'd be with us.

Why? What did she do?

Wort you tell me?

If you don't want to tell I'll ask her.

Kitty! Kitty!

Come on Kitty. Come in have your milk.

That's a good girl. Come on Kitty.

Come on. Come to mother, come.

Oh my baby. Come on my baby girl.

Rose Davenpot?

Yes! Come on kitty.

Excuse me. Miss Rose Davenpot.

I don't need whatever you're selling. Go.

I've not come to sell.

I'm Riaz Masood. Zubeida's son.

Zubeida, who Zubeida.

My grandpa was - Suleiman Seth...

Oh! That pumpest ass.

These are for you.

Oh! Thank you.

Roses for aunty Rose.

Aunty Rose.

So, you're Zubeida's son.

That same smile.

You poor mother less boy.

Come on. Have a seat. What do you want from auntie Rose.

Can you tell me anything about my mommy.

Your mommy! Poor Zubeida!

She liked me very much.

But your grandma didn't like it.

But grandma says you introduced mommy to Raja Sahib.

Yes. I introduced them.

Oh! It was so romantic.

A prince! A princess.

Riding on the horse. Like it happens in a fairytale.

Aren't you thirsty?

Okay. I'll have a cold drink.

Oh! You silly boy.

I was asking about the real stuff.

I don't drink during the day.

Really! Thin today drink for auntie Rose.

Go. Pick up Rum from cupboard.

There.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Cheers to Zubeida.

That girl was really strong.

She wasn't like your weak, fearful, Fiyazi Begum.

What are you saying... She is my grandma, please.

Well I am sorry my dear, but it's the truth.

If Fiyazi was little strong - she'd have stopped Suleiman.

And your mommy's life would not have been destroyed.

But grandma says that you're responsible for all misfortune.

That's what she will say.

Who likes the truth?

Your mommy Zubeida, and her father-both were of the same kind.

Beautiful, bold and strong willed.

Both were stubborn.

And Zubeida was so unhappy.

I only tried to bring little happiness in her life.

- Hello! - Hello aunty Rose.

Hello.

By living in this ghost house you too will become a ghost.

Will you keep talking with the walls all your life?

I've to look after Rizu.

Leave Rizu with his grandma for a few hours.

Come on. You need to get out and have some fun.

- And my papa? - I'll handle your papa.

Come on, get ready quickly.

Okay, come on. Come.

Zainabi! I will be back.

Where are you going?

I'm kidnapping your daughter.

- Really? - Yes.

We are going to Raj Bhawan to see a flower show.

Open air and flowers will bring color to her cheeks.

It's a beautiful Saree. When did you buy it?

You bought it for me.

Okay. Come back before dark. Baby won't sleep without you.

- Okay see you bye. - Bye bye.

- Bye father. - Bye dear.

This isn't the right way. Raj Bhawan is on other side.

Will I take you to show cauliflower, eggplants and marigold flowers?

I said all that for your papa.

Men and horses are more my style.

Buck up, Victor.

Bravo!

Buck up, Victor. Come on.

That's great. Well played Victor.

Hello.

You frightened us Victor.

Of course your magnificent, as usual.

You're an excellent rider, how did you slip suddenly.

Two twinkling eyes cast a spell on me for a moment.

You flatterers.

I hope you've not fractured yourself.

No fit, not to worry.

Okay.

Who's the doe-eyed beauty.

Will you introduce me to her or shall I do it myself.

Hello, I'm Victor. And you?

Zubeida this is highness Vijendra singh.

- This is Zubaida Suleman. - Hello your highness.

For charming ladies, I'm just Victor. You can call me Victor.

Zubeida, what a lovely name.

It's meaning too would be equally beautiful.

It was an aunt's name and she was not beautiful.

Okay.

How did this lovely Zubeida like the Polo match.

The horses were good.

Only horses?

Didn't you see above the horses - riders on the horses.

I'm hosting a dinner at Taj this evening for both the teams...

...please do come. Bring her along. She will light up our evening.

Let me see, um Zubeida dear...

Are we free this evening.

No. I don't think it's possible. She's not free, she's important work.

No, I will not hear of it. I will pick her up at eight.

Be ready.

Careful Victor. Zubeida has been pampered by her parents.

She's not permitted to go out alone.

Oh! I'll come to you to pick you up both.

At eight sharp.

Till we met again then, lovely ladies.

- Bye. - Bye.

Am I looking good?

You look smashing.

You know this saree-blouse were made for my first film.

Oh! God. To be young again.

Even hundred moons will not shine as beautifully as you...

Your presence alone will make this night beautiful.

You're frightening the poor girl. Control your heart.

When beauty stands in grace I can only sing songs to her.

- Roses for Rose. - Oh! How romantic.

I just adore yellow roses.

You handle every situation so well.

And... This is for you.

I can't take this.

Don't be silly my dear.

Don't take it if you can't but put it on for sometime.

Come on.

It very suits to my dear.

Shall we go now.

Come on.

You go with Victor. I'll follow you in that car.

Your sari is lovely.

Did you selected yourself or your mother got it for you. - Thank you.

Thank you.

- Cheer. - Sure.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Shall we dance.

I don't know how to.

Watch me and try it.

Shall we.

Don't worry.

I haven't seen a more beautiful woman than you.

Let this face remain in my gaze forever.

I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you.

Will you become the queen of my heart and my palace?

Sorry.

I'm feeling dizzy. May I sit down.

Zubeida, you can't go leave me like this.

We'll have to meet again. When do we meet. Tomorrow?

We'll have to or I'll wait at your door unless you come out.

Why don't you say something.

Zubeida.

Zubeida.

What is this madness? Why is it happening?

Love is strange my dear. It makes no sense to ask why?

I can't meet him again.

Even if you can't, you will.

Never.

Wait I am coming.

Where are you going?

To the movies. Auntie asked daddy to get the tickets.

- Bye mummy. - Bye dear.

Which picture are we going to?

You won't see any picture. You've met your prince charming.

Like this I arranged many meetings between them.

After a week Victor left with her to Fatehpur in his plane.

And left me all by myself.

Not alone. She left you with your grandma.

Don't blame my dear.

She'd never got another chance.

And she was happy.

Where shall I put them?

Who sent the flowers?

This is for Zubeida Begum from his highness Vijayendra Singh.

- Are they for me Girivar Singh. - Yes Madam.

Gorgeous. Did you select them.

No, His Highness has chosen each and every flower for you.

And there is a letter too.

- May I leave. - Yes.

My beloved, these flowers are a in memory of our first eight days...

With all my love for you. Your slave, Victor.

Who is this Victor?

Maharaja of Fatehpur. Victor is his pet name.

- How did you meet him. - Auntie Rose introduced me.

If your father comes to know he'll create hell.

He wants to marry me and make me the Queen of Fatehpur.

These Maharajas are expert in flirting, and misleading women.

He says he's never been in love like this before.

Huh! Love indeed!

How can he marry you. He's a Hindu.

God knows how many wives he has in his harem.

You'll just be another one.

Why don't you like that I should marry again?

Your father is arranging a very good match...

The boy is studying in America. Comes from a good family.

I'll marry the one I love.

All this love! Perhaps you forget that you're a mother of a child.

He's not going to separate me from Rizzu.

He's a wonderful man. Meet him once.

I don't want to.

Mummy.

Please mummy. Only once.

Fulfill my wish. Please mummy.

Namesake Begum sahiba.

Really. You're more beautiful than your daughter.

You flatter me unreasonably.

It's obvious my you've won my daughter's heart by such charms.

Don't be under the wrong impression...

Her father has already arranged a match for her...

...and it's more suitable for our standing and our religion.

Don't you feel one should follow the dictates of the heart.

Do you want to trample on her happiness.

Will she be your only wife?

No, I was married at the age of 12 to the princess of Chandrapur.

Her name is Mandira Devi.

- And Children? - Two, a boy and a girl.

My daughter's children will have no rights.

They'll have all rights as the children of the junior queen.

And what about Riyaz.

I'm ready to adopt him.

God forbid. I will not allow my grandson to become a Hindu.

Begum sahiba, I've no objection to his being brought up as a Muslim.

Do we have your blessings?

Mummy please agree. Grant me my wish.

On one condition.

You'll have to leave Rizzu with us.

How can I live without him? I'm his mother.

I'm a mother too. Only he can carry forward our name.

We cannot leave Rizzu.

Mummy.

Zubie dear.

You're ruining your child's life for a few days of happiness.

It's King's temporary craze that he'll forget after a short while.

No, he loves me truly.

But how can I leave Rizzu.

My child. Who means more to me than my life.

Rizzu.

Why is everything so difficult.

Mommy. Let me take Rizzu with me.

Do what you may. I'm taking him.

Once again life is on a new turn.

Where will this step take me.

He is the co-walker of my destination.

Where are fleeting shadows in my heart...

Where are fleeting shadows in my heart...

Mommy is not to be blamed. You didn't let her take me.

Thank God that I kept you with me.

Who knows what they'd have done to you?

Grandma what happened to my mother in Fatehpur.

I don't know.

You do, but you don't want to reveal.

I think she must have kept a dairy there. Where is it?

I burnt the dairies. I burnt them all.

You're lying. You've preserved everything.

You've surely kept them. Give them to me.

Why are you tormenting me. You're all after me.

First your grandpa, then your mother and now you.

Who is it?

Me, I was looking for something.

What're you searching.

I was...

I was... You won't let me live in peace.

Here take it.

Whatever happened today - Was it a dream?

Do such things really happen?

My face and his glances... speaking volumes in silence...

He sketched verses as if my face was a poem...

...desire was the message of his beating heart.

I hum softly, I sing slowly for you my beloved...

I hum softly, I sing slowly for you my love...

As I hum the tune so will my anklets tinkle...

...as my heart sings Love for you just for you.

The fragrance of the blossoms as I go away...

My body burn for you dear...

The mind is restless as it craves for your love...

...as I hum this song so will my anklets tinkle...

...and my heart sings love for you, just for you.

Love oh my love...

When you came into my life like the shadows in sunlight...

My luck changed... and everything said...

...the dust has turned to gold... by coming close to you...

...as you touch me... my face glowed...

...what more can I say love...

I'm in your glance and in your arms...

...you are in the path of my dreams...

Love oh my love...

As my heart sings and my anklets tinkle...

...my heart sings for you my love...

...the happiness that I found has cast spring around...

...let it not change my beloved...

...when I bow to you... let it not break my heart...

...you've told me tales so beautiful...

I've been lost in slumber...

...when the glow worms flicker... there'll be stars in my eyes...

...the wounds of sorrow have been wiped...

Love oh my love...

Let me hum a song as my anklets tinkle...

...let me sing again Love Oh love.

Your breakfast is getting cold.

Hear this grandma, I feel I'm being whisked away on a magic carpet...

...to an exciting new world.

Is this a dream or Fatehpur palace?

Grandma I want to go to Fatehpur.

Victor says I love him too much Is love so repressive?

Does it bind you and make you a prisoner?

I never felt I'd be so free - like I had wings.

If he had asked me to jump out I'd done without second thoughts.

What are you looking at?

Your eyes. They're sharp like a tiger's.

Are you afraid that I'll eat away this doe-eyed girl?

Yes. People with close-set eyes are very cruel.

- Is that so. - Yes.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

If you don't stop tickling me immediately this doe-eyed bride...

...will be locked soon after our honeymoon...

...with spiders, rats and scorpions.

Your first wife will probably poison me before that.

Mandira Devi, she's a decent Rajput wife.

She knows that for good crop Rajput's have to take a new wife every year.

Fatehpur has been dry for many days.

Let there be drought. But this Rajput won't marry again. Or else...

- Else, what? - Else...

No.

Promise me that you'll love anyone except me.

You mean that I can't glance at anyone.

Never, I won't let you look at others.

That's cruel. I'll become cock-eyed trying to steal glances.

Don't do this. Alright. I accept your conditions.

Good girl.

It's not as expensive as the ring you've given me...

...but it has been made with love.

So you too know the meaning of those four letters.

Now you're mine. Only mine.

It's all so beautiful. Is it a dream or really a palace.

Welcome princess Meenakshi Devi, welcome to your new home.

- You've forgotten Zubi. - No, absolutely not.

Mr. Girvar singh.

Did you call me, sir.

Has the queen given an appointment to meet the junior queen.

Why don't you invite her here. We'll set another chair for her.

Girivar, the Junior queen will go to meet Mandira Devi...

- At eleven clock. - Go and inform her. - Right.

Yes sir.

Why this formality. She's of this family - she isn't Queen of England.

There are certain formalities of the palace which can't be ignored.

Soon you too will become habituated to all these things.

What is she like. Your queen Mandira Devi.

You've seen her.

Yes. I mean by nature. Will she make me nervous?

She's very cruel woman.

She'll gobble women like you and won't even burp.

She'll scrutinize you to see whether you've draped a wrong colored saree...

Is your hair out of place. How's your makeup.

If anything is wrong you've had it.

She sounds like the mother-in-law in Hindi films. Oh my God.

- Touch her feet. - God bless you.

Come.

Sit.

- What's his name. - Digvijay.

- How old is he. Four? - Three and a half.

- I don't see the girl? - She's sleeping.

Do you like your palace? Hope you had no problems.

No, thank you your Highness.

Call me Mandira or Mandy as H. H. Does.

Can I call you Mandy didi.

Carry on with your girlish chatter. I would like to leave.

What do I call you? Meenakshi, Meenu or Meena.

- Or something else? - As you please.

How about 'M'.

I call my sisters by their initials M. S. T and R.

You're different from what I had imagined.

- Different? - Nothing, Mandira Devi.

- Mandy. - Mandy didi.

'EM' remember one thing, else people will say that you've no manners.

In private we can call each other by any name...

...but before others you'll be Her Highness.

Don't let anyone become too familiar.

Doesn't all this look boring to you.

Don't wear sleeveless blouses and keep your head covered.

And we'll have to do something with your make-up.

Oh my God. I can't dress as I want, I can't talk freely...

I'll suffocate.

'My dear M.'

You've to pay a price for everything.

I think I'll have to train you. You've no experience.

I'll send the tailor for your new blouses.

- But Victor likes this. - Never call him by name.

The path is strewn with fragrant air your eyes full of quivering looks...

...ensconced in your arms I feel secure...

Sing to the tunes of my heart a song so new...

...that I've never ever heard before...

Weaving dreams in my eyes you create magic in my life...

With desires burning in my heart...

...the path is strewn with fragrant air the eyes full of quivering looks.

Good afternoon Victor brother.

It's good afternoon for us but morning for you.

You'd have just woken up.

I won't get pastries if I wake up early.

Wort you wish your Bhabhi?

Forgive me my junior queen.

Your charming presence has left me speechless.

I kept wondering if it is a fairy or sun has landed on the earth.

My well wishes to you.

Maybe you'll make some time to visit her.

Her looks have wounded my heart.

If you permit, I'll be in her feet morning to night.

I'll start my job today.

Don't overdo it. You may go now.

Allow me, Goodbye to King and queen of hearts from your servant.

Does he always behave like this?

Naughty, he's a spoilt child.

Victor.

Why are you so pensive? Are you missing Mumbai?

Don't you like it here?

Everything is just perfect Victor.

I'm missing Rizzu.

God willing, you'll be able to see him someday.

Okay.

- What's this? - I want to show you something.

It's beautiful. How did you know that I yearned for it.

It's not for you. It's a present from both of us to Mandy.

Why present from us to Mandy?

Her birthday falls on Friday. How is it?

You never get anything so beautiful for me.

You are in my heart. Shall I tear it to show you?

Take care of your heart. I want a necklace exactly like this.

It suits you. Doesn't it Meenakshi?

It's beautiful. You look like a princess.

My dear she looks what she actually is.

Yes she is. Is the princess allowed to cut cake?

Or do we appoint an ADC to do that.

- Do you remember what day it is? - Friday.

You've forgotten. We met on this day six months ago.

Why didn't you remind me. Now how to get a present.

Tell me what do you want?

A necklace like Mandy Didi's.

What if I give you something more precious?

- What? - Come with me.

- Mummy. - Zubi my dear.

Mummy.

Rizzu. How are you. Do you remember your mommy?

He cried for days after you left...

But now he regards grandma as his mother.

Children get used to affection.

Why are you and daddy punishing me?

How's he? Does he miss me?

No. For him you... God forbid... you are dead...

He doesn't know I'm here.

I told him Anwari was sick in Delhi.

You lied to papa for me?

When I could accept this relation I could also tell lies.

Mummy.

You're my child... How can I forget that.

Rizzu do you want to see tigers.

Look at here.

Will you ever forgive your mother.

Rizzu.

Do you have a booking in the name of Riyaz Masud.

Fill this form, sir.

- Did you get the signature? - Yes sir.

- You're Mr. Riyaz Masud. - Yes.

- Journalist. - Yes.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

If you had informed us we'd have made arrangements.

It's okay.

What kind of room do you like?

Could I get a room in Basanti Palace.

Why not. You're our special guest. Your luggage?

- Over there. - Mathuradas... - take his luggage.

Please come with me.

- Is this your first trip to Fatehpur. - Yes.

- How do you like it? - It's a grand place.

- This is nothing. Come. - Thank you.

He's our Highness Vijayendra Singhji.

You should have seen it when he was alive.

Thanks to Indian Government...

...the Maharaja's have turned their palaces into hotels.

What else can they do. How do they maintain it.

Thank you. Please come.

Sir.

Who is he?

He's the younger brother of His Highness - Raja Uday Singh.

Oh!

Don't sit near him when he is at the bar - or you'll regret.

And this.

Uncle of His Highness. And I'm over there with HH.

And this me. Then I was young.

- Nice. - Please come.

This is Basanti Mahal.

And this our Highness in 1942 - when he won a trophy.

He was a keen sportsman.

You know Raja Virendra Singh.

Yes I did. I was his A.D.C. His special man.

There are no photographs of the younger queen.

Who told you about her?

A tourist guide mentioned.

Don't ever mention her. She was an ordinary actress...

And our highness was bewitched by her. He lost his life.

Forgive me, she was not a decent woman.

Because she didn't belong to a Royal family?

She was a nautch girl. Her mother swindled some business man...

...and the daughter swindled our Highness.

The Rajput name was ruined because of her.

Origins do count you know.

Did you know her family?

Yes, very well. Let's forget it. It's none of our business.

Don't ever mention her in the papers.

I've an appointment with Rajmata. Inform her that I've arrived.

Fill comfortable.

Rajmata lives over there. Please come.

Now it's tiring for me. Please come.

She doesn't meet anyone but she's given you special permission.

This way, please.

- Pranaam. - May you live long.

Please come, have a seat.

You resemble her a little.

Why do you wear such clothes. Perhaps these in fashion.

How was your journey?

Fine. I came by road from Delhi It took me some time.

The roads these days are bad, but so is everything else nowadays.

Your mother expired 28 years ago and you've remembered her now.

I wrote to you...

I've found some old albums with our photographs.

I called her 'EM' and she called me Mandy didi.

Yes I know. I've read a lot about you in her dairy.

Hope nothing bad about me.

If it was would I ever come to meet you?

I've mentioned about her for the first time after the accident.

You never forgave my mother.

I cursed her then because I believe she made me a widow.

It took 25 years to recover.

Everyone here blames her for it. No one mentions her.

Did Vijayendra Singh care for her?

He was madly in love.

You didn't mind?

'EM' too had asked the same question.

Oh Mandy didi you aren't playing seriously.

I'm tired. Let's take a ten minute break.

Given up so easily.

Come on Em I can't compete with you.

Why not. You need practice. Come on let's play.

- I'm not talking about the game. - But I'm talking about the game...

Life is not a game of badminton.

Are you jealous of me?

If I was in your place I'd tear your eyes out.

No, I'm not. But I envy you for what you are.

What am I?

A free spirit, irresistible to any man. But not easy to tie down.

Oh! My God sister I can't believe it. You jealous of me.

And you know how much I'm jealous of you?

There is a fascinating closeness between you and Victor.

I am an outsider here.

There is difference between loving someone and belonging to him.

You've made him love you and I belong to him.

There's difference between your ages. Yet...

Yes, I'm elder to him.

My parents arranged the match before we were born.

I too had an arranged marriage.

And didn't you care when he left you.

Maybe he didn't love me enough to feel hurt.

Maharaja loves you a lot.

And you...?

What do you think?

You do. Love exists only when you care or it won't last.

I will, as long as I live.

The ladies of the palace have gathered for the Gangaur Puja.

- I'll be there in half an hour. - Yes Madam.

Yes.

- Wear your red garment and join me. - Why red?

It represents marriage. Isn't he dear to you?

You should follow traditions 'EM' Why did you dance with the outsiders?

And why did you fret and run away like that.

I'm tired of these customs. Don't do this and don't do that.

I am seeking tired of it all.

I will do as I please.

Do you know what you're saying? Admit your mistake.

I don't want to live like a prisoner here.

You'll have to bear it. There are two sides in our lives.

One is of our rights and the other of our duties.

You can't have one without the other.

You perform the duties. I cant.

Good morning.

What's the matter? Zubi why aren't you ready?

Don't you want to ride today.

You look happy. Must have slept well last night.

I always sleep well.

You're in love with me but spend the nights there.

Zubi.

I can't ignore Mandy.

- And don't you care for me? - I do.

Why should I be like others? I've my own identity.

Why was I treated like an untouchable at the Gangaur ceremony.

The customs are part of our culture.

We've got to follow them. Ignore these small matters.

It's not a small matter.

Zubi.

In fact nobody is ready to accept me.

And the stupid customs.

Zubi. They're a part of our culture. Like nails embedded in our flesh.

A part of it is dead but the rest is still alive.

Mandy felt hurt. You shouldn't be angry with her.

Go and console her for my sake.

You will, won't you.

For your sake.

I feel like locking you up and never letting you go.

If you like this place I will gift it to you. It's yours.

Whenever I need to be alone, I'll come here. Only you and me.

Maharaj! I'm sorry to interrupt.

You are busy here but the congress leaders have been waiting.

What are you doing. Go and meet them.

You know how touchy Mata Prasadji is about these things.

I'll be back soon.

- Is it necessary to go? - Yes.

Uday. Entertain her with your silly jokes. She may regain her mood.

One who is crazy about your tears has already left.

So turn off your taps and smile at me. I'm standing before you.

Say cheese, please.

That's nice. That's really nice. Now hold it there.

That's like it.

The rain has vanished and there's sunshine everywhere.

But these tears on cheeks don't become you.

Shall I kiss them away.

Are you drunk?

You eyes are pools of wine which make me drunk.

Oh shut up.

This collar is not set right and nor are these buttonholes.

This won't do. Buy some new cloth and make a new one.

- Greetings. - Please come.

Oh you. Please come.

Please come in.

Sit.

How do you manage everything so well?

But I couldn't manage you.

I am sorry Mandy sister.

- The other day on Gangaur ceremony... - Forget it. Past is past.

I don't know how to treat the family members.

Anyone in particular?

Yes, Raja Uday Chandra Singh.

Did he say anything?

Sometimes I feel he's joking and yet at times I feel he means more.

Don't give him an opportunity he'll leave you alone.

What if Victor comes to know?

If you don't tell him, how will he?

Tension already exists between them...

...and if you say something it will add fuel to fire.

Sometimes it's better to keep quiet.

You're late again today.

What can I do darling. We are facing difficulty...

Pandit Nehru and his men are pressurizing us.

It means Nehru is more important than me.

Not at this moment.

- Victor. - Yes.

What will you do if someone flirts with me?

I'll shoot him.

Your brother too.

Who? Uday? Don't take him seriously.

He must be trying to cheer you since you've been morose lately.

You mean you've noticed.

I'm not as blind as you think.

I know I haven't spoken to you lately.

So you'll talk to Uday.

It's your imagination Zubi. It's nothing...

Don't I know my brother.

Tomorrow, I'll finish my work soon and come straight to you.

Really.

Dear dairy, I'm so happy today...

I've never been so happy and content as of now.

I wait here for Victor everyday.

I arrange flowers and cook for him.

He has lunch here everyday.

He arrives at sharp one and leaves late.

Greetings your majesty.

Greetings.

Nice. Very nice.

So this is your cozy hideout.

You like it.

Victor's present to me. It's my little paradise.

Is sinner like me allowed to visit?

Absolutely not.

You may leave. Victor will not like it. He'll be here any moment.

Why don't you relax.

He won't come so soon.

He's busy in discussion with our dear Chief Minister Mata Prasad.

But he comes at 1 PM sharp.

So what. Let's make the most of it before his arrival.

That's not funny.

I'm not joking. You have no idea about my feelings for you.

Is that so? How many women have you said that since morning...

Gardener's wife, the priest's wife, and now your brother's wife.

Don't make fun of me. I know your feelings for me.

Go away, leave now.

You really think Victor loves you. That he loves you very much!

You're yet another precious acquisition.

Only I love you, Zubeida.

And what I can give you no Victor will be able to.

Victor.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon brother.

Oh Victor. I thought you'd never come.

You weep because I'm late. You're too much Zubi.

Is it true that you've transferred this place in name of this woman?

Uday Singh what's the meaning of this disrespect?

- Meenakshi Devi is any woman. - She is your sister-in-law.

My sister-in-law is waiting at her palace for you.

And this property is ancestral...

You can't just gift it to strangers without our consent.

We can discuss this later.

I've come to warn you...

Entire town believes that you're so blinded by love of your beloved...

...that you can't think rationally.

You're so infatuated that you don't even know that...

Mata Prasad is striking a deal with the Kisan Sabha.

- Shut up. I've just met him. - He's fooling you.

So you came here to tell me this.

No he's lying. Ask him what he said behind your back.

I don't want to hear. Uday Singh go. Just leave.

Leave.

Why are you so late.

I was planning a fresh strategy for elections.

What elections?

Don't bother. Your job is to look pretty and entertain me.

Is that all I am. Is this how you regard me.

- Hello sir. - Hello.

What's the matter? You're so immersed in your book.

Sorry I didn't see you.

You've hardly eaten. Didn't you like the food.

No. It isn't that.

Was the meeting with the Maharani successful?

Yes, I got a lot of material.

So you've got all the information you needed.

You promised that you'll publish my photograph.

And you have to fulfill your promise.

Sure I will. But I need some information from you too.

Yes.

After the merger this palace joined hands with the Indian Union.

How did Raja Vijayendra Singh react?

Merger, don't mention it. It ruined us.

His Highness lost his powers and was no more than an ordinary farmer.

In New India there was no place for feudalism.

Maharaja was impressed by new era and was ready to contest elections.

But the other states were not ready for it.

They tried to compromise our King against the Union Government.

It was well planned.

A hunt and a dance show was organized in the forest as a cover...

And for the conclave of Raja's all made a planning.

Listen to me my love... the world is watching us...

Come dear leave my hands.

So what have you decided Vijayendra Singh.

Will you help us save the prestige of Rajputs?

I beg to differ, I don't agree.

Our handful kingdoms can't fight against the Indian State.

Do you know when we reminded the Union Government that...

Sardar Patel had promised independence for the States...

...they called me anti-national.

And now they're conspiring to de-thrown us.

Shall we allow Indian Government to take away our remaining privileges?

And do nothing to defend them. That is cowardice.

We should not. But what you're planning is treason.

Treason against whom. Alert we legitimate rulers.

Our clans have ruled for thousands of years...

How can they call me a traitor.

We will form an alliance of martial races of India...

...and vindicate our Rajput valor.

It won't work.

Why not. I've heard from reliable sources that...

...the British are willing to recognize our confederation.

The people of our state will not accept further division.

There is only one way to help our country...

We should form our own party and contest elections.

Excuse me. This isn't solution. This is cowardice.

By contesting elections we will let Delhi plunder our rights.

We won't let it happen.

I and people of my state will not participate in conspiracy.

People want us to rule, not the bureaucrats of Delhi.

If that is so, they'll surely elect us.

God forbid, if you lose you'll only humiliate yourself.

I trust my people.

If I put a stone as my candidate. They will vote it success.

I was your Maharaja but now I am one of you...

Even today, your joys and your sorrows are mine.

The Government of Delhi has threatened that...

...if I dare to stand on your behalf they'll take away my Privy Purse...

...and seize my property.

I told them. Take away my Privy Purse. Seize my property.

My property are my people. And love of their hearts.

So my privy Purse - raise your hands.

Victory to Maharaj. Victory to Maharani.

Your Maharani will say a few words to her sisters.

I have only on request to my dear sisters...

Don't sit in your home on the election day...

And don't let your husbands sit in homes...

Vote for your Raja.

If you vote for him he will represent you in Delhi.

Victory to Maharani. Victory to Maharaja.

Victory to Maharani. Victory to Maharaja.

Victory to Maharani. Victory to Maharaja.

Victory to Maharani. Victory to Maharaja.

Victory to Maharani. Victory to Maharaja.

The wretched election spoilt everything.

I am all alone now I have no one here.

Victor was right. My job was to only entertain him.

When he really needs someone he turns to Mandy...

...But Mandy too hasn't done right with me.

I was like the dew - that fell on his palms and vanished.

I was a star - that adorned his clothes.

- How is the food? - Fine.

- I cooked it myself. - Yes.

Did you send a card for Rizzu's birthday.

Yes.

I wish I could have gone to deliver. I long to meet him.

- It's two years since I've seen him. - Why don't you go.

Planning to get rid of me?

You want me to go?

I didn't mean that, you'll feel lonely as we both we'll be away.

Where are you going?

Mandy and I will be away for a month campaigning for the elections.

Oh!

Why didn't you tell me. I'd like to come.

Politics is a tricky game and the moment the cards are in our favor.

We have all the Rajput votes.

If you come along Zubi the game will be ruined.

So, I've become a vote for you.

You find it hard to accept me. As people will know I'm a Muslim.

What's wrong with you there's no question of Hindu-Muslim here.

In politics we shouldn't show our weak cards to the opposition.

So I'm a card that you've played enough. So you don't want to take me.

I'm trying to explain. It's just that...

What good is it. Don't I know the truth?

You don't love me anymore. You're tired of this toy.

I'm just a dumb doll whom you want to discard.

Why don't you say clearly. You're fed up with me.

Zubi, listen to me.

Zubi.

What is this madness?

- I don't have time to explain. - Leave me alone...

Zubi.

You.

What're you doing here?

Why are you so shocked. It's no other than me.

With whose permission did you come in.

- Leave immediately, else... - Else, what?

How long will you suppress your feelings?

- Leave me. - How long?

You too love me very much...

- I know that. - Please go away from here.

Now you will know how much I really love you.

Leave me.

Get out from here.

Just leave me.

Leave me. Leave me.

Leave me just get out of here.

Just get out.

Congratulations Majaraj. Congratulations dada. Hello Bhabi.

How many seats have we won?

We contested 45 seats and won 40 out of them.

That's really commendable.

Mata Prasad kept us dangling till the last minute...

Otherwise we'd have contested all the seats and won a majority.

Mata Prasad will have to unite with us.

Rafi Ahmed Kidwai Sahib has asked us to come to Delhi...

...to meet the Congress High Command.

Your Bhabi will join me.

How long will I ignore the truth How dreams can give consolation...

My beloved tell me where are you...

Let's go. Hurry up.

The memories of my heart have been lost in deep slumber...

Zubeida what are you doing here.

I'm coming to Delhi with you.

We will be busy with meetings. What will you do there?

Return home with the children.

So what, I want to come. I will not stay here. Never.

Zubeida! Zubeida!

Please behave your self.

This plane can hold only two people. Mandy is coming with me.

Mandy didi, I will be going this time, not you.

Zubeida. Please Zubeida. Don't do this.

Zubeida don't make things difficult for me.

I don't want to listen. I want to come. Let's go.

The memories of my heart have been lost in deep slumber...

The memories of my heart have been lost in deep slumber...

Young man.

- Hey, Udham singh. - Sir.

- What is he drinking. - Old Monk sir.

- Old Monk Rum. - Yes sir.

That's no drink for a man. Whiskey is a mars drink.

- Two black labels large. - A small for me.

- I'm Raja Uday Chandra. - I'm Riyaz Masud.

Thank you.

Cheers!

Yours wishing you health, wealth and happiness.

Tell me. What brings you here.

I'm a journalist, I've come in search of a story.

Write good things about our Hotel, our family and me.

Sure. Can you clear a doubt?

Raja Vijayendra Singh and his junior queen died in a mysterious accident.

Is that true.

Nothing mysterious. He lost control after the plane took off and crashed.

He was all alone. There was no one with him.

You mean junior queen didn't travel with him to Delhi.

Junior queen? There was no junior queen.

My brother had only one queen Rajmata Mandira Devi.

There were a couple of concubines but I don't remember them.

Okay then. I'll take your leave.

Nice meeting you young man.

Oh! Hello sir when did you a...

380 rupees?

Didn't I warn you to be careful about Raja Sahib.

Rajmata has sent this specially for you.

And wished you best of luck.

Please do come again I'll feel happy.

- Good bye. - Thank you.

In loving memory of 'M'.

I want to hold on to paradise...

I know nothing is permanent...

Yet I will never let Victor change...

If he changed will I be able to bear...

Perhaps our happiness lies in our death...

If we separate now, perhaps we will only in dreams...

Like dry flowers in a book.

The memories of my heart have been lost in slumber...

The memories of my heart have been lost in slumber...

'Gypsy Girl'.

Grandma. I've not yet been able to understand what mummy really wanted.

Did she deliberately brought down the plane.

God forbid. My Zubeida would never take her life.

She knew it would be sin. It was a plot of Raja's enemies.

It was in the papers too.

I will always remember her as a fairy princess.

She was a fairy princess.

- Shall I start the reel. - Yes.

You are romantic... you are naive...

You are romantic... you are naive...

You are unusual...

You are unusual...

I am unusual but all alone I am a mystical too...

I am unusual but all alone I am a mystical too...

Let the wild winds take me everywhere for I am a mystic to the winds too...

You are romantic... and you are crazy...

...at times like the dew... or burning fire...

Like different hues of dawn and eve... I really don't know who I am...

The memories of my heart have been lost in slumber...

The memories of my heart have been lost in slumber...

The memories of my heart have been lost in slumber...

The memories of my heart have been lost in slumber...

Yet there is someone who awakens the memories of my heart...

Yet there is someone who awakens the memories of my heart...

The memories of my heart have been lost in slumber...

The memories of my heart have been lost in slumber...