All language subtitles for Kshatriya 1993

This temple of Goddess Mahakali . . .

. . . is located between two
states of Rajputana . . .

. . . Mirtagarh and Surjangarh.

Since God knows how many years,
on the day of Vijaydashmi . . .

. . . a calf is scarified at the
feet of the Goddess every year.

These people forget,
that though mute . . .

. . . a mother is after all a mother.

They have a blind belief that
the Kshatriyas (warriors ) . . .

. . . of whichever state
offer the sacrifice . . .

. . . it will rain in that state.

And in this desert region,
even a drop of water . . .

. . . is perhaps more
valuable that human life.

That is why, the Kshatiryas of
both states are always at war.

A massacre fellows.

The winner offers the sacrifice . . .

. . . and offers prayers to the
Goddess with great aplomb.

lt is said that by the
grace of the Goddess . . .

. . . dark clouds would
line up the sky.

But what about the
lives that were lost?

The British residents joined
the priests and clerics.

And it was decided
that from next year . . .

. . . a Kshatriya each from
Mirtagarh and Surjangarh . . .

. . . will come forward
to offer the sacrifice.

They will have a dual.

And the winner will be given the
honour to offer the sacrifice.

Life and death danced hand in hand.

The Goddess would be pleased . . .

. . . but the fire of enmity . . .

. . . continued to rage
between the two states.

One among the two
Kshatriyas would get killed.

Time flew and the
Britishers left our country.

But the tradition of offering
sacrifice continues.

The responsibility of
maintaining law and order . . .

. . . in this region . . .

. . . is in the hands of police
officer Thakur Ganga Singh.

And personal enmity
continues to brew . . .

. . . between the two royal families.

King Bhavani Singh is from the
royal family of Mirtagarh.

His wife is Maheshwari Devi.

And their only daughter,
Princess Divya.

And the King's younger
brother, Jaswant Singh.

King Prithvi Singh is from the
royal family of Surjangarh.

His wife, Suman.

His younger brother,
Divendra Pratap Singh.

And his son,
Vijay Pratap Singh . . .

. . . who the King and the Queen . . .

. . . love more than they
would their own child.

lt is said that love can
blossom even in enmity.

Divya and Vijay met at the fair . . .

. . . and fell in love.

But Mirtagarh's
Diwan Ajay Singh . . .

. . . and his son Shakti Singh . . .

. . . will not allow this
flower of love to bloom.

- Bless me father. . . .
- Bless you, son.

. . .that l attain victory and offer
the sacrifice to the Goddess.

The calf will be sacrificed.

But along with that, if you also
kill the prince of Surjangarh. . .

. . . the Goddess will be pleased . . .

. . . and we'll be very pleased.

- What are you saying, father!
- Yes, kill him.

lf you can do this,
the fire of enmity . . .

. . . between Mirtagarh
and Surjangarh . . .

. . . will rage to such an extent . . .

. . . that it will not
get doused for years.

Mirtagarh will be
busy waging a war.

No one will even pay attention
to the royal treasury.

And we will continue
to do as we please.

Understand?

Heed my advise, son.

This fire should continue to rage.

Whenever we see it getting
doused, we'll add fuel to fire.

Talking sweet is invaluable.

Father, until l am alive,
this fire will never get doused.

Today, on Vijaydashmi day . . .

. . . a sacrifice will be
offered to the Goddess.

The two Kshatriyas who will
compete to offer the sacrifice. .

. . . their names are, . . .

. . . Mirtagarh's
Thakur Shakti Singh.

And Surjangarh's Prince
Vijay Pratap Singh.

You? Over here?

Forget all that.
Just get dressed quickly.

We are going to the fair.
l've taken permission from mother.

No! l am scared.
What if someone recognizes you?

l have found a solution to that.

Just come quickly!

No, Shakti Singh!

lf you attack the unarmed prince,
there will be bloodshed.

Shakti Singh, you are wielding
Mirtagarh's sword . . .

. . . which has never attacked an
unarmed enemy nor ever will.

You have won.
Go and offer the sacrifice.

Go and take the
blessings of the Goddess.

Go!

Hail Mirtagarh!

Hail Goddess Jagdambe!

l swear on the Goddess . . .

. . . if l was in Prithvi
Singh's place . . .

. . . l would never have
stopped Shakti Singh.

Even if he'd chop you to pieces.

The job left undone
by Shakti Singh . . .

. . . l will myself complete it.

What are you doing!

Please calm down.

Vijay is the sole heir
of this family name.

And you want to kill him?

Rather than have such a son, . . .

. . . it would be better
if we were childless.

You are right,
Divendra Pratap Singh.

My pampering and your
love has made him weak.

He has become a coward.

From tomorrow,
l will teach you to wield a sword.

And next year, by offering the
sacrifice at the temple . . .

. . . we'll make the people
of Mirtagarh taste defeat.

Brother-in-law has come!

Welcome, brother-in-law!

Queen, look who is here!

- Greetings, sister-in-law.
- Bless you.

You have given me
immense pleasure.

You don't know how nice l'm
feeling returning home.

Where is your wife?

She did return from abroad with me.

She stayed back in
Bombay for some work.

l will go and bring
her in a few days.

Firstly, you married a
foreigner without informing us.

Now you are making me
wait to even see her face.

You are too much!

Tell him what you have also done,
or should l tell him?

l don't understand.

Sister-in-law!
Mirtagarh is going to get a heir!

l'm going to get a nephew!

How can you be so sure
it's going to be a son?

You will sire a son,
because l'm saying so!

And l only say what's
written in the scriptures.

And what we say only is
written in the scriptures!

You two are talking nonsense.

Have you never seen anyone
go mad with happiness before?

- No.
- Why are you lying?

Whenever l see you, l go mad.

The one who has
touched your heart . . .

. . . could cause you sorrow.

lt will be better to forget him.

What are you saying!

What can l say?
Your destiny is saying it.

Then hear what l have to say.

l will prove both,
your words and my destiny wrong.

- Don't talk like that.
- l don't believe in such things.

She believes in such things,
you read her palm.

She has immense
faith in such things.

There is a lot of
upheaval in your life.

You will spend your
life with a soldier.

- A soldier?
- Yes, a soldier.

Priest, that means even
Madhu will fall in love?

There is nothing greater
than the bond of love.

lt is the norm for
humans to fall in love.

Did you hear that?
Even you will fall in love now.

What thoughts are you lost in?

Jessie uncle!
When did you come?

How are you?
You've grown so big!

l'm fine.

- Greetings, sir.
- Greetings, priest.

- How are things?
- Everything is fine.

Where are you lost?
He is my Jessie uncle.

l mean, uncle Jaswant Singh.

- Hello.
- Hello. And who is she?

She is my friend Madhulika,
Ashopal's daughter.

But we all call her Madhu.

Then even l'll call her Madhu.

Come, uncle.
lt's very good that you came.

My loneliness was killing me.

What loneliness?

Perhaps you are not aware.
You going to get a younger brother.

- l know.
- You do?

Then you won't be lonely.

When he comes,
you won't need anybody.

Not even me.

Where are you going now?

l'm not needed anymore.

Alright, now tell me, how many
enemies did you kill in the war?

There is a lot of upheaval in life.

You will spend your
life with a soldier.

''Tell me, friend.
Reveal your heart's secret to me''

''A stranger came at the river''

''The girl moved her veil''

''She quenched the
thirst of the stranger''

''And love flourished in her heart''

''lt began to pour''

''And a love saga began!''

''A bangle vendor
came in the street''

''He looked simple and innocent''

''He wore the glass
bangles on my hand''

''And the thief stole . . . .''

''. . . my heart, my youth''

''And a love saga began!''

''Since childhood,
this one story . . . .''

''. . . . l've heard,
and stepped into youth''

''There was a king and queen''

''l understand that story today''

''You are the king
and l'm the queen''

''And a love saga began!''

l'm pregnant.

- Really?
- Yes.

What are you doing!

l can see all the happiness
in the world in your eyes.

How can l not kiss them?

l only pray to God,
that if l beget a son . . . .

. . . he should be like Vijay.

You will beget a son,
l promise you that.

And also promise that he
will not return defeated.

l will make him so tough that he
will win every battle of life.

''Life will be filled
with the magic of love''

''My hair will open
and spread in your lap''

''My lips wants to reveal
what's in my heart''

''But the eyes stop me''

''They say they'll
die of embarrassment''

Why did you stop? Continue.

You sing very well.

- Please sing. - l won't be
able to sing in your presence.

Why?

l forget the song.

But tell me, why do you sing
such songs at such a young age?

- l'm not a baby.
- l didn't say you were a baby.

Only those who've been betrayed
in love sing such songs.

Have you ever loved anyone?

l didn't do it, it just happened.

Yes, you are right.

Love isn't done,
it just happens.

l think even you have
fallen in love with someone.

Yes.

- Who is she?
- She's very sweet.

- And?
- She even sings well.

- And?
- Her personality is enchanting.

She captures your heart and
becomes a part of your life.

lt seems like you are
talking exactly how l feel.

Who is the one who has
become a part of your life?

Will l have to tell you that?

Ask your heart.

Why? Don't you like me?

l do like you.
Like you very much, but . . .

But what? l am poor?
l am not a king's daughter?

l don't think like that, please!

- Then?
- You misunderstand me.

l was not talking about
you but someone else.

Even she is sweet like you.
She sings, but in English.

She is an English woman.
l met her aboard.

And l am married to her.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Go away from here, Vijay.

- Why?
- l am afraid.

Of whom?
Me? Or yourself?

Of that wall of hatred
and enmity . . .

. . . which stands between
our families since aeons.

lt may happen that our love
gets crushed under that wall.

Why don't you think instead . . .

. . . that our love will
break that wall? Forever!

Even if l lose my life
trying to do this . . .

Please don't talk like that, Vijay.

l'll not be able to live if
anything happens to you.

All of us have to die, Divya.

Only love doesn't die.
lt never dies.

Sweet talk is invaluable.

But it would have been
better if l'd gone dumb . . .

. . . before speaking
this bitter truth.

King. . . . Princess Divya. . . .

What happened to my daughter?

May God protect her!

But the princess is
no longer a child.

She is in love with
Vijay Pratap of Surjangarh . . . .

No!

lf what you've said turns
out to be untrue . . .

. . . l will make you dumb!

You can ask Divya yourself, King.

They met at the fair.
Their love grew.

And now things have
reached such a stage . . .

. . . that he has even started
to come and meet her here.

lf he comes here now, kill him.

Alright.

Then he said. . . .

Where are you going?
Sit there!

Even you are a party
to what has happened.

Do you know any Vijay Pratap?

You also know that he is
the Prince of Surjangarh?

And he had come here too?

Answer me!

Your silence has given
me all the answers.

God knows, l have loved
you more than my life.

But if someone dares to play
with my family honour . . .

. . . l can never tolerate that.

Then even if it is someone
who is very dear to me.

- What happened?
- Mom!

Ask your daughter, who's repaying
your debt of siring her . . .

. . . by keeping our honour
at the feet of our enemy.

Keep her in her limits.
And tell her . . .

. . . that she will not step
out of the palace from now on.

Mom.

You shameless girl!
You have disgraced us!

You dare to love the
son of our enemy!

You love the son of our enemy!

Sister-in-law, what are you doing!

You should not beat a young girl.

- Do you know what she has done?
- l have heard everything.

- l feel like throttling her!
- Sister-in-law, no!

You go from here.

Divya is an intelligent girl.
She will heed my advise.

Go from here.

Go.

Uncle, won't you also support me?

You have done such a thing that
has put even me in a dilemma.

You have lived abroad
for so many years.

lf you also start
talking like that . . .

Staying abroad can change
your way of thinking . . .

. . . not what's in your blood.

Enmity with them is in our blood.

Then kill me.

No, child.
Calm down.

See how much
your uncle loves you.

Listen, l am going for
2-3 days to the city.

To bring your aunt.
She is returning from Bombay.

Promise me, that until l return . . .

. . . you will not meet him.

Promise me.

''Even if you keep
it under watch . . .''

''. . . the bird does
not stay in the cage''

''They get lost in their love''

''And belong to each other''

''Who has the heart
ever listened to''

Who is that? Who can it
be at such a late hour?

- What is it? - Come quickly.
Diwan has called you.

l'm coming, but what
is the matter?

Vijaypratap, Surjangarh's
Prince has reached the palace.

- Father, don't go.
- No, l'll have to go.

Don't go. l won't let
this bloodshed happen.

- l'll have to go. The Deewan
has ordered. - No father.

- Move. l said move.
- No father! - Move!

No father.
Don't go father!

- Come on.
- Stop! Don't go father!

- Vijay, go from here.
- And leave you here?

For my sake, just go!

Uncle!

Deewan, he has died.

'Talking sweet,
is very valuable'

Fool, haven't you
ever seen anyone die?

But Rajasaheb had not
ordered us to kill him.

- So what happened?
- The consequences will not be good.

The following bloodshed will
destroy both the families.

- l will tell everything to Rajasaheb.
- You will?

- We'll get Vijay's corpse.
- Don't call my son a corpse.

- Who will come with me.
- Vijay's father will go.

No brother, l will go
to get Vijay's corpse.

Come along, but remember l won't
let any bloodshed to happen.

l will not allow you
to carry any weapons.

l grief his death.

God witnesses the fact that l
did not want this to happen.

Don't take my Vijay.

Don't take him.

Leave me!
Vijay, l am coming!

Bhavani Singh is a murderer!
Move!

You murdered these
two innocent kids.

Everything has been taken care
of, but what to do about her?

Does she have any family?

l think she has no family.

- And the one who doesn't
have any family has. . . - God.

- No. lt's Jamunabai.
- Jamunabai?

- Yes.
- That brothel owner?

'Talking sweet is very valuable.'

Don't ever mention the brothel.
Jamunabai is a music teacher.

- Yes.
- Come, let's sympathizes with her.

Okay dad.

He was a very noble
and loyal man.

- May his soul rest in peace.
- Madhu, we sympathize with you.

But what can we do?
We cannot defy destiny.

Vijaypratap, with whom you wanted
your friend Divya to be. . .

. . . killed your father.

Yes child. We just wanted
to get him out of Mirtagarh.

But he attacked your father
and got himself killed too.

Whatever happened, now we
don't want you to beg people.

We will want you to be well off.

- Child, you can sing very well.
- Yes.

- Nandu.
- Yes sir.

Take Madhu to Jamunabai's
music institute.

Child, go there and learn to sing.

Be successful, then even your
father will rest in peace.

Okay child, we will leave.
Have courage.

Driver, stop the car.

- Greetings, Rajasaheb.
- Greetings. This is my wife.

- Greetings!
- Where are you going?

- lf l knew, l would have told you.
- What happened?

- ls everything fine? ls your
father fine? - Absolutely fine.

Now he will never be troubled.

Why are you talking in riddles?
Tell me what has happened.

You go in the palace you
will know everything.

Come on.

Sir!

No!

Why didn't you die before
giving that bad news?

Now listen to one thing.

lnform everyone in Surjangarh . . .

. . . not to give a statement
against Jaswant Singh.

Because l'll punish Jaswant
Singh and not the law.

You are my wife.
Who else will l touch if not you?

- Come here.
- You are not the man l married.

He was so nice, so gentle.

He was not beast!

Control your self.

Atleast keep in mind that
you are carrying our child.

l ask you, why do you give life
when you don't respect it.

My child will be born.
l will give him my blood.

l will bring him up, then when
he grows up, he will be a beast.

He will murder someone,
or someone will murder him.

Please, control yourself.

There is nothing to worry.

But she is very tensed
and in shock too.

Your help is required
to reduce the tension.

lf her tension isn't reduced,
the child can be affected too.

Now you go.

Okay, if you want to
go back, then you can.

But it will be difficult for
me to come along with you.

The responsibility of the palace
and the state is now mine.

l will go there alone.
And my child will be born there.

Where there will be love
and not hatred and bloodshed.

Jenny returned to England.

Prithvi Singh was imprisoned.

Both the families
drowned in sorrow.

But sorrow and happiness
come hand in hand.

Both the palaces had a happiness
knocking on their doors.

Mahashwaridevi gave
birth to Vikram Singh.

And Suman gave birth
to Vijaypratap.

''l dreamed of the
little Lord Krishna''

''Wheatish complexion,
a flute in hand . . .''

''. . . and curly hair''

No Suman, never get Vinay here.

After he grows up,
if he ever questions . . .

. . . where his father is.
What will you tell him?

lf he stays here,
he will surely ask about you.

Why not send Vinay to
England for his education?

That is absolutely right.
We should send him to England.

By the time he finishes his
studies, l'll also be released.

And l myself will answer
all his questions.

ln England Jenny died after
giving birth to a daughter.

And wrote in her will that till
she doesn't finish her studies. . .

. . .she should not go back to lndia.

Jaswant Singh was left all alone.

''l am a lonely lost woman''

''He is an ocean of love''

''We could not get together''

''l deceived myself''

''What a fool l was''

''My love story remained incomplete''

''What is that noise''

''Why is my heart beating faster''

''Someone has come here''

''The one with great difficulty,
l had forgotten about''

''l am reminded of old times''

''My love story
remained incomplete''

''What do l do if not dance''

''What do l do if not cry''

''The one shy of a mirror''

''ls now a nautch girl''

''My love is story . . .''

''This is my love story . . .''

Madhu was taken under
Jaswant Singh's wings.

She found her lost love . . .

. . . and he got a reason to live.

- Sir, you called us?
- Remain standing Deewan.

- Get him.
- Sir, it's not my fault.

- Do you know him?
- Yes.

Was this man with you
when Ashopal was cremated?

- l don't remember.
Shakti Singh, was he . . . - Yes sir.

- He was there. - And he took
Madhu with him on your orders?

Yes, he took her to
the Music lnstitute.

Now she must have obtained
a degree in music. Right?

ln a Music lnstitute or
at Jamunabai's brothel?

- But sir, . . . l
- Quiet! Don't you have manners. . .

. . . that you are not to
interfere when he is talking?

Sir, what were you saying!

Madhu was sold to Jamunabai. . .

. . .and a girl from a decent
family had to live in a brothel!

Oh God! What are you saying!
You scoundrel!

- What have you done?
- lt was better for that Rascal to die.

The truth is that it would be
better if a man like me dies too.

A small mistake of mine ruined
an innocent girl's life.

- l should die!
- Father, what are you doing?

Sir, stop him!

Whatever happened so happened.
Take care of this corpse.

And keep in mind that the
truth did not die with him.

- Come on Vickey, now you fire.
- No uncle.

Come on. This is a kshatriya's toy,
what's to fear?

'Talking sweet is very valuable'

He will surely renown
the family name.

He is scared of firecrackers,
how will he fire a gun?

You are crying!
You have to make your enemy cry.

- Come on.
- No uncle, l beg you.

lf the future King of Mirtagarh
is scared of gun shots. . .

. . .what will happen of Mirtagarh?

- No uncle!
- Come on, take this and fire it.

- No uncle.
- l said, fire!

Brother-in-law, stop.
Leave him.

What are you doing?
Why are you scaring him?

l am getting rid of his fear.
He is scared of gun fire.

Vikram Singh in my womb
had heard that gun fire. . .

. . .that Prithvi Singh
was responsible for.

Mahashwaridevi send her son far
from the world of hatred. . .

. . . to England.

To take revenge Jaswant Singh . . .

. . . waited for Prithvi
Singh to be released.

And even Prithvi Singh in prison. . .

. . . equally impatient
to face Jaswant Singh.

But in England,
destiny has other plans.

Can you recognize who he is?

l cannot recognize him,
but seeing the glow in your eyes. . .

. . . l can say that
he is our Prince.

Yes, he is my Vikram.
He has grown up so much.

- He looks just like his father.
- But he has your eyes.

- Who is with him.
- He has written, it is his friend.

His name is . . . Yes, Vinny.

You are perspiring.

lf anyone misbehaves with you,
you beat him up.

That's different. But l'm scared
of gun shots since childhood.

Why? Did something happen
when you were a kid?

l don't remember anything,
even if l try.

Then this must be your fear.
And you should get rid of it.

What are you scared of?

Think that someone who wants
to kill me is standing there.

What will you do?
You will kill him, right?

Did you see, you got
rid of your fear.

But the girl is an lndian.

- She seems to be from a good family.
- And beautiful too.

Now drop her home too.

You are an Oxford student
and you have such habits?

Vickey, l have to meet
Professor Hoffman, l'll leave.

Come.

You told the police officer
that l was with you.

Now consider that l
will always be with you.

My pet name is Tannu.

- What's your name?
- l am Vikram. Everyone calls me Vicky.

Even you are not bad. But drugs are
and even the company you keep.

Why do you want to ruin your life?

Anyone can make a mistake in life.

l'll leave or else your hostel
superintendent will be upset.

You cannot have both Vicky's
friendship and drugs. Okay?

lt's your father.
How are you child?

When are you coming home?
When are you coming to lndia?

- Don't say that.
- Why do you call me again and again?

- l don't want to talk to you.
- Neelima.

Neelu, why do you hate lndians
so much? Even l am an lndian.

You are an lndian girl.
l hate lndian men.

Even your father is an lndian.

That is why mother left him and
brought me here before my birth.

ln these modern days,
they are lagging behind.

They said, they have shown my
horoscope to an astrologer.

And you will get married
to an lndian boy.

What if that is your destiny?

l will fight destiny.

l will prove that man
can change his destiny.

Don't be so overconfident.
You want to fight destiny.

When you find your dream boy,
then not only destiny, . . .

. . . you won't even be able
to control your heart.

My dear . . . . daughter!

This is someone else's letter.

This is someone else's letter.

Perhaps l will get to meet
her through this letter.

Shall l read it?

But l may get to know a
person through this letter.

Let's read it.

My dearest son.

This letter . . .

lt's mine.

- Did you read it?
- No.

Even this is open.
Did you . . . .

What a coincidence!

We are not only lndian,
but we belong to the same city.

Why don't you phone your daddy?

So you . . . . did not read my letter?

But you should talk to your father.

Do you know how much affection a
father's heart is filled with?

Of course.

That is why your father never
remembered you till today.

And you did not read my letter?

Not like that, madam.

We both have lied.

So we both should be punished.

What punishment?

Your punishment is that
you will phone your father.

And my punishment is
that l'll be with you . . .

. . . until you talk to him.

For these stupid things,
l hate lndia and lndians.

Think before you speak.

What if you are
married to an lndian?

Why are you concerned,
whether l talk to my father or not?

l just want to see you
and your father happy.

lf not him, phone me.
l will convey the message to him.

Child, are you alright?

Thank God, the child is safe.

The girl was so happy to
be in her father's arms.

You seem to be more happy.

You know, the one who you
saved was an lndian girl?

And you hate lndia and lndians.

But l love humans.

Not matter which
race he belongs to.

lf a person does not have even
this much love in his heart, . . .

. . . then he is a beast,
not a human.

This what l wanted
to hear from you.

Your soul is as
beautiful as you are.

Thank God, you accepted something.

l felt good talking to you.

' My telephone number . . . .'

'Note it on your heart'

'Don't destroy my love'

'Phone me everyday'

'This shade of silky hair'

' l hope they don't put me to sleep'

'Very pretty you are'

'You stare at me all the time'

' lf today you are in a hurry to go'

'Promise that you
will come tomorrow'

'This climate is very pleasant'

' l want to pacify my angry beloved'

'Tell me what do you intend'

'Listen, l promise you . . .'

' l will never go away from you'

'Our friendship will never break'

'There is no turning
back on this path'

'There is no other path'

'Come on, let's be friends'

'Or else commit suicide'

' l will not leave till l'm alive'

' l will not break this promise'

Today l have come to give
you a very good news.

l have thrown away all the drugs.

Really?

You will more by evening.

Never again.

Not even when l am old.

Every drug addict says the same.

Listen.

You called me an addict.
l am an addict.

But not to that drugs, to you.

Wow! As if l am a drug pill.

Love is an addiction.

Even you try it once.
lt will be fun.

Viny, she is my friend Tanvi.

l mean Vinay Pratap Singh.

We have met earlier.

Really? Where?

lt is better if you don't ask.

Just a minute.

Our Neel with an lndian boy?

Till yesterday you
hated every lndian.

Love has killed hatred, Tanu.

Where is that Neel who
said she would fight destiny?

That she would change destiny.

Looks like the marriage . . .
. . . . is going to be true.

Come.

l wish this magic is cast on
that idiot. lt will be fun.

On whom?
Who is he?

He is his friend.
Ask him.

Who? Vicky?

Vicky is my cousin.

Really?

Yes. You know father's elder
brother King of Mirtagarh.

He is his son.

You belong to Mirtagarh,
l belong to Surjangarh.

My father is a police
officer in Surjangarh.

Then l will have to help you.

Follow him everywhere
from tomorrow.

We both are going to London city.
Come there.

' l came drawn towards you'

' l came attracted by you'

'With a delicate bond of love . . .'

'. . . secretly . . .'

'. . . you tied me'

' l became your beloved'

' l received your message'

' l got a potion of love'

'Till now l consumed poison'

'Love is not a hangover'

' lt is not my fault'

' l am unaware'

' My heart is the one
who did everything'

You cannot go without
listening to me, Vicky.

Okay, tell me what is it.

Do you want me to get
back to drug addiction?

lt is your life.
You can do whatever you like.

That's the problem.
My life no more belongs to me.

Then whom does it belong to?

The master of my life
is questioning me.

Look, Tanvi.
l mean . . .

l have heard your decision.

lt was my fault.

Believe me. l will never want
you to go back to that life.

l don't want your sympathy.

Tanvi, you backed out so soon?

l was testing you.

Really?

Master, its your daughter's
call from Oxford.

- My daughter?
- Yes.

Who? Dear Neelima?

Papa, l'm your daughter
Neelima speaking.

- ls everything find.
- l'm fine, Papa.

Papa, l'm coming to lndia.

Yes, papa.

l am coming to lndia.

You are coming to lndia?

l think today is my lucky day.

My daughter is coming to lndia.
What more can l wish for?

- When are you coming?
- l will come before Diwali.

Take care.
And come soon.

l can see the joy flow from
these eyes on my release.

But along with that joy,
what is this slight fear of?

You are right.

l feel terrified wondering . . .

. . . what will be your next step.

Trust me, Suman.

My every step will be for your love
and the prestige of Surjangarh.

- Master!
- Come in.

Some Thakur has send
these garlands for you.

Bring them.

You may go.

No one will be as happy
as l am on your release.

Now even the prison
bars are not between us.

See you at the fair on Dashmi.

Do come.

Whose letter is it?

One of my admirers.

He is eager to meet me.

When he meets me,
he will die of happiness.

- When is Dashmi?
- Dashmi?

When is Dashmi?

Oh yes! l forgot to
give you a good news.

Our son Vinay is coming
from England on Dashmi.

- Really?
- Yes.

Then we will celebrate Vijay
Dashmi in a grand way.

- Yes? - Tell the priest
to begin the preparations.

And this time l will
offer the sacrifice . . .

. . . to the Goddess at any cost.

- Your majesty, you?
- Yes, Gajendra Singh.

And send this news to
the people of Mirtagarh.

We will teach him a
lesson on the Dashmi day.

- Greetings, your highness.
- Greetings, your highness.

What's going on, brother-in-law?

We are preparing for
the Vijay Dashmi.

Greetings.

Reason for your sudden visit?
lt must be something important.

Yes. lt is something important.

We take your leave.

What's the matter, sister-in-law?

After some days Vicky and
Neelima are coming from England.

You have given me a good news.

Even l'll give you a good news.

Prithvi Singh is
released from jail.

lf God wishes, this time l'll
set him free from this world.

No, brother-in-law.

Will this bloodshed ever
come to an end or not?

Sister-in-law, you want
to save that murderer . . .

- . . . who killed your husband?
- No.

l want to keep safely
whatever is left behind.

You, his son Vicky,
the orphan girl Neelima.

l don't want see that day
when she will lose her father.

So you think that Prithvi
Singh will kill me too?

Enmity is not one sided.

lt is two sided.

You're seeing your widowed
sister-in-law, aren't you?

There must be a widow
in Surjangarh too.

Even there a mother
must've lost her son.

l had come to say to you. . .

. . . that no person of the
palace will tell Vicky . . .

. . . how his father died.

And who was responsible for it.

No one will tell, sister-in-law.

l personally don't want
Vicky to know this.

Or else he will wish
to seek revenge.

Only l have the right to kill
Prithvi Singh, and no one else.

For God sake, . . . .

. . . forget this enmity forever.

Sister-in-law!
You are talking like this . . .

. . . despite of being
the wife of a soldier?

Do you think wives of soldiers
don't have an affectionate heart?

When there's bloodshed,
a mother loses her son.

l beg of you.

Stop all this.

Or else put me to sleep.

So that l don't see my
family being destroyed.

l can't believe my eyes.

You are looking so pretty.

ls it? Where is Vicky?

He must be coming.

Did he find an air hostess?

Mother!

When happiness grows
over bounds, . . .

. . . it overflows as tears.

Come.

Master, Prince Vinay
Pratap Singh has arrived.

Bless you.

You are much more handsome
than l had thought.

Will anyone believe that l am
seeing you for the first time?

You didn't even come to England.

l knew, whenever
you would return . . .

. . . you would have
many questions to ask.

Come with me to the temple today.

You will get the answer
to your every question.

- What kind of religion rites?
- Today is Dashmi.

We will make sacrifice
to the Goddess.

We will please the Goddess.

And there will be rains
on the land of Surjangarh.

Of course there will.

Does the Goddess ask you to
make sacrifice to get rains?

Today we will go to Goddess
Jagadambe's temple . . .

. . . and make sacrifice.

What kind of sacrifice?

Sacrifice of a calf.

And this sacrifice will bring
rains on the land of Mirtagarh.

lt is better if you pierce
your sword in the clouds . . .

. . . and make it rain.

Uncle can do that too.
But there should be clouds.

All the Kshatriyas will
come in the temple.

- Even you will come with me.
- Sure.

- No. You will not go.
- Why, mother?

My eyes which longed
for you since years . . .

. . . haven't even seen you
to my heart's content.

You come with me.

Papa, you said all the
Kshatriyas will come.

Viny will also come.

- Who will come?
- l will come.

l hope you won't be scared.

l will rest him head on your
shoulders if l feel scared.

Long live Thakur Jaswant Singh.

- This poor thing will be sacrificed?
- Yes, dear.

- l won't be able to see that.
- Then you go home.

Alright.

Long live Thakur Prithvi Singh.

l have changed my mind.
l will stay here.

Long live Thakur Prithvi Singh.

- How are you?
- Fine.

- That is your father?
- And that is yours?

Do you see that calf?
Poor thing is being sacrificed.

One wonders which century
are they existing.

Why don't think of an
idea to save this animal.

You open the rope its
tied with, it'll run away.

Put the same rope in my neck
and l'll stand over there.

When will you stop being a kid.

When we have our kids,
they will start there childhood. . .

. . . and ours will be over.

l'm talking about that calf,
and you talk about our kids?

When a tradition becomes
a part of a religion. . .

. . . then to break it is not
only difficult but impossible.

l can see Devi
and Vijay right in front.

Talk softly, when you
talk something important.

- Sir!
- What is it?

Prithvi Singh and Jaswant
have reached the temple.

- Have you seen it with your eyes?
- Yes.

The fear is that to get
the rights of sacrifice. . .

. . . there can be bloodshed.

l think my entire life will
go in protecting these people.

Hail Prithvi Pratap Singh! !

Hail Jaswant Singh! !

These two will kill each other!

Priest, please stop them!

Today no one can stop them.

Move! !

Hail Goddess Jagdamba! !

Get aside!

Today sacrifice to the Goddess
is on behalf of the police.

What have you done?

The Government has no right
to meddle in religious rites.

Whether or not this will be
decided by the Government.

This DlG saved Jaswant Singh.

How are your wounds father?

They are small scratches,
they will heal in a day or two.

Do you call them mere scratches?

Do you have any idea
of your blood loss?

What else is a
Kshatriya's blood for?

But father just for a sacrifice
such a massive fight?

Sacrifice was just
an excuse Vicky.

l want to settle an
old score with him.

- What is that Uncle?
- lts a very long story.

There was a phone call for you
from Oxford. A girl called

She said she will call back again.

- Come. - Later, l want
to have a talk with uncle.

You come here later,
she may just call back.

- Come. - Okay mother,
Sorry, l'll see you later.

l met Neelima in Oxford,
she too was studying there.

Are you aware, she is the
daughter of our enemy?

Enemy? Father l only know
that his name is Vinay.

He is a very sweet friend.

Vijay Pratap Singh
was very dear to me.

Probably more than you too.

But he made only one mistake.

She fell in love
with the enemy's son.

And l never forgave
her for the same.

Even after her death.

Seeing both the
children's dead bodies. . .

. . . l lost my control.

And l shot Bhawani Singh!

And l was given imprisonment.

You had asked me a
question before the ritual.

That is ''why did a father not
feel like meeting his son''

This is the answer
to that question.

Father!

Your father is Prithvi Singh.

From today onwards
you will not meet . . .

. . . our enemy's daughter.

And l expect, that from today
you will never meet him.

A friendship can be
forgotten child. . .

. . . but never an enmity.
Did you hear me??

Yes. . . yes father.

Father, l got to know
all this just today. . .

. . . please give me some more time.

l have to think about my
friendship with Vicky too.

- Greetings her highness.
- Please come.

This is my daughter Tanvi.

We lovingly call her Tannu.

- Greetings.
- Looks like. . .

. . . they know each other very well.

Yes Ranisa. . . they
have studied together.

- Vicky go and show Tannu
the palace.- Yes mother.

Oxford and London both
are just the same. . .

- . . . but very lonesome.
- Why?

Because Vicky is not there.

l thought l could spend
some days without you.

But l couldn't stay. . .
so l came along.

Tannu said that Vicky
helped her a lot in London.

She had a lot of problems
which Vicky helped solving.

Our Vicky is helpful
and understanding too.

And then they should help
each other in a foreign land

You said it right.

Very good, that my father and
your mother know each other

Now there won't be any problem.

- What is it?
- lts a Mantra. . .

. . . to entice. . .
and a verse for love.

lts a pendant and a locket
and very useful too.

lf the one our heart loves,
goes far away. . .

. . . this bangle will help
in bringing him back.

Can l give you one madam?

Give it to me! ! !

Looks like both are struck
with the same fever.

Looks like this will
take away my life.

lts easy to give up life.
but to give away ones heart. . .

. . . and exist is very difficult.

We nomads have a song madam.

The verse say. . .
''Shouldn't lose ones heart. . .

. . . never mind if
one loses ones life.''

That is very nice.
Sing it for us.

'' One shouldn't lose ones heart. . .

. . . never mind if
one loses ones life.''

'' Never fall in
love with anyone.''

''Never mind if one
loses ones life.''

'' Even the flowers can
have the blaze of fire.''

'' Sleepless nights are
spent when in love.''

'' Let the sleep not be lost.''

'' Never mind if one
loses ones life.''

'' lts different that the
heart is crazy in love.''

'' lts as fragile
as a glass can be.''

'' Let this glass not break.''

'' Never mind if one
loses ones life.''

l'm feeling very scared.

There was a time when you
were scared to come to me.

And today you have come
here getting scared?

- Tell me. . .
- Jokes apart. . .

. . . Today my father told me that. . .

. . . that in between
your family and mine. . .

- There is a blood relation.
- Blood relation?

Yes. . . To kill each other.

We face such a massive
problem, and you are joking?

lf the problem is evaded,
if we cry then we will cry.

Tell me should l start or you will.

l feel it was better, we never
came back from England.

l have seen some people who
give up in life and say. . .

. . . ''it would have been
better if l was never born''

lts is difficult Neelima. . .
but we have to face it.

This is not an ordinary tempest. . .

. . . no one knows how many
are destined to die in this.

Or how many are to be drowned. . .

. . . We will overcome it only
if we don't leave each other.

Did you call for me father?

Today once again you met
our enemy's daughter?

Why?

Because other than
being your son. . .

. . . l'm a human being too.

l too have some feelings.

There is no room for feelings
in a Kshatriya's life.

A Kshatriya lives
only for his prestige.

And dies for that
person whom he loves?

Don't forget Vinay,
that an enemy is an enemy.

Every thing in this
world has a death. . .

Whether its an insect,
worm or birds or animals. . . all.

But why isn't there a
death for enmity, father?

Do you think with your talks
the fire in me will subside?

No! ! but this fire has augmented.

And you want to blow up your
son's sentiments in this fire?

And you are trying to
play with my emotions?

Listen carefully, today onwards
you will never meet that girl.

This is my final decision.

Today is his death anniversary.

Offer the flowers in
his memory my son.

He will bless you wherever he is.

Wipe out your tears
sister-in-law. . .

. . . you know that brother
never liked tears.

l know it brother-in-law but. . .

. . . but my innocent daughter.

How did father and Divya
both die on the same day?

God has strange things
lined up for us.

But uncle, why did you get
both their tombs made here?

Why not with the other Kshatriya's?

l'm also coming there.

Mother!

Uncle, what is wrong with mother?

Looks like she is unconscious.
lets take her into the palace.

- Prince. . . welcome.
- Please have a seat.

God's ways are also strange. . .

. . . just now both of
us were praising you.

Tell me, whether you
would prefer it with soda.

l don't drink.

Strange! after staying
abroad for so long and yet. . .

Sweet talk, is always so precious.

All your habits are exactly
like our deceased king.

- Her never touched drinks.
- l never saw my father.

This sorrow will
forever be with me.

What actually happened to him?

Just that his life was over.

- Was he sick?
- Not at all.

He was just fine, that day
l had gone in the farm. . .

. . . when l returned
then we heard that. . .

You all must have inquired.

Every body has a
different version son.

- Some say it was an accident.
- And someone said that. . .

. . . they heard the
sound of bullets.

Sound of bullets!

We just did not believe. . . but. . .

. . . its for sure, that
the death was not natural.

You are such an old employee,
you would've inquired?

The person has gone,
what is there to enquire.

Strange. . . no one is
revealing anything.

Sister Divya too on the same day.

Sweet talk is always very precious.

lts all predestined my son.

Think how much love was there
between the father and daughter.

The job you all couldn't do,
will have to be done by me.

Now starts the real battle.

You remembered me after so long?

Friends are always remembered
in difficult times.

Problem? What is your problem?

lts a grave problem my friend.

Will you say something?

Then lets finish this problem.

- What do we do?
- Will you join me for hunting?

What will you hunt for?

lf not anything. . .
l'll make you my prey.

- You'll make me your prey
- Where can l get a . . .

. . . more fierce
tiger other than you?

- Alright where do we meet?
- On my stud farm.

Drop your guns.

Or else l'll blow up his head.

Drop all your guns.

Got scared my mock tiger?

- How are you?
- Just fine.

Come lets go hunting.

Come on.

He purposely threw me down.

Oh. . . your back has a
lot of thorns in it.

You are removing the
thorns so lovingly.

Now you tell me your problem,
possibly l too can do the same.

l have something very
heavy in my heart.

l have hidden something from you.

And they say that a secret can
cause a rift in friendship.

l don't want to lose
your friendship.

You are being over dramatic.

- Tell me your problem?
- l love Neelima.

lt started at Oxford.
Our letters were exchanged. . .

. . . and we met each other.

And the issue has reached
the stage of marriage.

All this happened in front
of me and l was unaware?

One thing that is good, that
along with the friendship. . .

. . . now there can be a
foundation of a relationship.

And we will get more closer.

Tell me when is your wedding?

l'll dance and dance in
your wedding so much so. . .

. . . that the entire
world will sway.

Marriage. . . that is the problem.

What is the difficulty.
l'll solve your problem.

Why are you being naive. . .
You know very well. . .

. . . that your uncle will
never give his consent.

When l'm ready. . . then uncle
too will give his consent.

lf you cannot talk to him,
then l'll talk to him.

You have somehow
made up your mind. . .

But who will tell
your uncle that. . .

. . . he should forget
his father's death.

There can never be a truce
amidst my father and your uncle.

Vicky, he will never forgive my
father for killing his brother.

You father killed
my uncle's brother!

Meaning, he killed my father!

Control yourself!.

l thought that you knew everything.

Today l came to know everything.

l know everything now.

Today l understood why. . .

. . . was l always sacred
of the sound of bullets

Because, l have heard that
sound through my mother's womb.

The same bullet that was fired
from your father's gun. . .

. . . and hit my father's chest.

Where are you going?

To ask that woman
some questions. . .

. . . who was carrying me
in her womb that day.

And who protected me till
today from the truth.

What are you doing?

What l should have done
much earlier, mother.

Vikram, where are you
going with this pistol?

- Move away, mother.
- What's the matter?

Why didn't you tell
me about father?

What didn't l tell?

About his death.

Oh God!

Today l came to know
the bullet shot . . .

. . . which echoed in my
ears since childhood, . . .

. . . was fired from whose pistol.

l didn't want . . .

. . . the fire of enmity and
hatred to affect your life.

You remember a mother's duty.

But didn't you think
about your son's duty?

Your son was friendly with
his father's murderers.

Just because of you.

Life and death is in God's hands.

lf your conscience says that
father was destined . . .

. . . to be killed by Prithvi Singh.

Then my conscience says that
his family is destined . . .

- . . . to be killed by me.
- No!

No, son!

For the sake of your widow mother.

Drop it.

We have lost a lot.

l don't want to lose you.

No.

You have learned to live
without father, haven't you?

Now learn to live
without your son too.

No.

- Vicky, have you gone crazy?
- Move aside!

- No, Vicky!
- Move aside, mother.

He killed my father.

Leave me!

Move aside, mother.

l'll kill him.

lf you kill him,
you will see me dead.

Get the car.

How is Vicky?
l hope he is out of danger.

We all are praying to God.
Even you do the same.

Aunty, sit there.

Excuse me. You are Vikram
Singh's mother, aren't you?

Yes. And you are
Vinay's mother, right?

- Yes.
- Please sit.

l have just come to say
that my heart is praying . . .

. . . for your son's long life.

May God grant your
husband a long life.

l know the grief of widowhood.

l don't want any other
woman to experience it.

No matter if she is my
husband's murderer's wife.

You are so kindhearted.

A woman is so kindhearted . . .

. . . that she can give
happiness to the whole world.

This is nothing but mockery.

Our children loved each
other so much in England.

Today they want to kill each other.

The children have to
bear the consequences . . .

. . . for the deeds of
their forefathers.

Should mother be silent
when their children suffer?

But what can we do?

We can do something.

lf we can't fight, we can
atleast raise a voice.

Who will listen?

We can't keep quiet
thinking like this.

A mother's duty is not
over just by giving birth.

To raise the children and protect
them is also a mother's duty.

l think that if the women of
Surjangarh and Mirtagarh . . .

. . . are expected to
give birth to children . . .

. . . so that they grow up
and shed each other's blood.

Then it would be
better to be barren.

Being disappointed won't help.

l have decided.

l will not ever care for my
honour to protect my child.

l will even beg if the need arises.

l will fight if needed.

But if l have to
sacrifice my life, . . .

. . . l will do that too.

l won't say much.

But l promise you that l will
support you when the need arises.

Where is Vicky?

ln the l.C. U.

- How is Vicky? - Doctors say
that he is out of danger.

Did you come to know
who shot the bullet?

Yes, Vinay Pratap Singh.

- Vinay Pratap Singh?
- Yes.

Can l meet Vicky?

He is sleeping right now.

- Take care of him.
- Don't worry, sir.

What happened, Papa?

You wait here,
and take care to him.

Papa, please listen to me.

- Papa, even l will come along.
- You wait here.

Even l will come with you.

Where are you going?

l'm going with an important work.

- l will also come along.
- No, you can't come.

- l am coming.
- Don't be stubborn.

You don't need to apologize.

Circumstances control man.

Man can't control circumstances.

And the tension between our
families has increase so much, . . .

. . .that the survival of
love and friendship . . .

. . . is not only difficult,
it has become impossible.

Just think.
He is my father.

Any other girl would
react like this.

But it was my ill-fate
that not any other girl, . . .

. . . but Neelima was in front of me.

Yesterday l wasn't in my senses.

Last night l spoke to my heart
and came to this conclusion . . .

. . . that my life is with you,
and not with my family.

No, Neelima.
The story is over.

'There's no turning
back on this path'

'There's no other path'

'Let's be friends'

'Or else commit suicide'

Hadn't you said to commit suicide?

Alright then.

What happened, Bansi?
Who is she?

Madam, a girl.

l wonder why she bumped
the car into the wall?

Seems like she wanted
to commit suicide.

Oh God! She is his
daughter Neelima.

Now l understood why she
tried to commit suicide.

Bansi, go quickly
and get the doctor.

Come and take her inside.

There's nothing to worry.
l have given her a tranquilizer.

Now she is sleeping.

Thank you.

- Your Majesty.
- ls it Neelima? - lt's Ms. Madhu.

Yes Madhu, speak.

Madhu speaking.

l called to tell you
that Neelima is here.

Yes, she is absolutely fine.
There's nothing to worry.

Thank god.

But how did she land
up at your place?

- By car. How else?
- Stop joking.

She had left from her in anger.

When the child is cute, it looks
more cute when its angry.

The girl whom you
are defending, . . .

- . . . you know what she
has done today? - What?

She went to might him
inspite of my restrictions.

Alright.
Now calm down.

Anger only increase differences,
it does not reduce it.

l will try to make her
understand through my method.

Don't worry.

l'll keep the phone.

My child.

Don't cry. l hope you are
not seriously wounded.

l damaged your car.

Never mind.

l can sacrifice
several cars for you.

lt is God's grace
that you are safe.

Come inside. You will be
alright within a few days.

Come.

Lie down.

Look, either you did not
understand what l meant . . .

. . . or you have take it as a joke.

So now you understand it properly.

Hereafter you will not
go out of this house.

And neither anyone can
come here to meet you.

What are you saying, papa?

All the servants will
be at your service.

They will obey your every order.

But they will not allow you
to go out of the palace.

One more thing. You cannot talk
to anybody on the phone too.

- Papa, what are you doing?
- Move away.

l love you a lot.

But l will not permit you
to do something foolish.

- Aunty!
- Who is it?

Neelima, what's the matter?

You know everything, aunty.

l feel suffocated here.

l'm just allowed to breath.

Perhaps even it will be guarded.

Don't fear, child.
l'm there.

Tell me, what's the matter?

Aunty, can l make a phone call?

To whom?

- Are you alright?
- l'm surviving.

Don't l agree to live like this.

What happened now?

Father has confined
me in the palace.

l am restricted from going out too.

l can't come out, but you
can come here, can't you?

Love is not everything in life.

People live without love too.

l am not one of them.

lf you don't come here,
l will commit suicide.

Don't think l'm joking.

You know l have tried it once.

l can do it again too.

And if you don't come, you will
be responsible for my death.

And you will never be able to
forgive yourself. Never.

ls it true that you've confined
your daughter in the palace?

Look Madhu, it is better if you
don't interfere in this matter.

Sometimes l forget that
l am nothing to you . . .

. . . inspite of being everything.

Don't misunderstand, Madhu.

You know it very well that
even we have some principles.

Which we cannot break at any cost.

l know.

And l also know that l wasn't
destined to have a child's love.

But you are lucky to have one.

Why do you want to
destroy this love?

Yes, sir?

Tell Thakur, Vinay Pratap
Singh of Surjangarh has come.

- l want to speak to him.
- Okay.

Look Madhu, there's
no point in arguing.

My decision is inevitable.

l will not change it even if
the whole world turns its back.

And even Madhu is one of them.

And if Madhu gets angry,
she will go so far away . . .

. . . that even your voice will
not be able to reach there.

Your Majesty.

Just a minute.

Joravar Singh, what made you
come in without permission?

- The matter is like that.
- Tell me.

Why don't you speak?

The prince of Surjangarh
has arrived here.

Vinay Pratap Singh has come here?

That's good. Or else l would've
to go there in search of him.

Any order for us.

Do l need to tell you how
he should be treated. . .

. . . who played with
the honour of Mirtagarh?

But he wants to meet you, sir.

Me?

Alright, bring him in.

l'm going. l hope something
unforeseen does not happen.

- What are you doing?
- Master has ordered.

The prince of Surjangarh
has arrived here.

My Vinny has come.

Open the door.

Or else l'll commit suicide.

Tell Papa that he will see me dead.

Please open the door.

Or l'll kill myself.

Open the door. Tell father
that he will see me dead.

Open the door.
Let him come in.

Greetings, Thakur.

l regret that as a reply
to your greetings . . .

. . . nor l can bless you . . .

. . . and neither l can
wish you a long life.

Even l don't wish for
a long life, Thakur.

But l'd surely like to blessed . . .

. . . for my small life
to be full of love.

Since when did the
people of Surjangarh . . .

. . . begin plead for blessings.

Since they are in love with
the people of Mirtagarh.

l have come to you with a
marriage proposal for Neelima.

Dare if you mention
my daughter's name.

l will chop off your tongue.

Don't try to threaten me.

Education in England has
surely changed my views.

Not my blood.

Even today l am the
Kshatriya of Surjangarh.

l too can answer you
back using a sword.

Do you realize where you
are standing right now?

l know.

Does Prithvi Singh know
that you have come here?

No.

Yes.

l've come here putting
my life at stake.

To make you understand that till
Kshatriyas take revenge, . . .

. . . this bloodshed will never end.

Thakur, even you have
lived in England.

You have seen the world.

Then why do you refuse to
realize this fact of life?

The fact is that there's
only one relationship . . .

. . . between our families.
Enmity.

This enmity will never end.

That's because you yourself
have been our enemies.

Hate can never cure hatred.

Love is the cure.

So have you brought that
kind of love from England?

Now only me, Neelima too.

You mentioned her name again?

l have come to your
doorstep for her happiness.

l have come to a father for
his daughter happiness.

Don't try to invoke my emotions.

l lost my emotions when
l lost my daughter Divya.

They were destroyed with the
death of King Bhavani Singh.

Even Surjangarh has
some similar wounds.

Renewing wounds can
never heal them.

They can be healed
only with medicine.

l think l've heard
enough of your nonsense.

Now you may go.

lf you cannot give your
daughter her happiness, . . .

. . . then you can
atleast save her life.

She will commit suicide.

You may go.

She has tried once.
She can tried again too.

Right now you worried about
your life, and my daughter.

l want you to return
to Surjangarh alive.

l will go from here alive, Thakur.

But remember one thing.

lf your daughter commits
any foolishness, . . .

. . . you will be
responsible for her death.

Then you keep explaining
to your conscience.

Open the door.

Aunty!

Vinny, please don't
leave me here and go.

l will also come with you.

l spoke to your father.

He refused.

lt's over.

l don't know anything.
l will also come with you.

No, Neel.

l cannot take you along with me.

Not like this.

Sweet talks are very precious.

You are right, young man.

The journey of your life ends here.

Sir, Thakur has ordered to
let him go without harm.

Vinay be careful!

- Neelima!
- Get out of my way!

Stop her!

Sweet talk can be very precious. . .

. . . this place has become
a place of deliverance. . .

. . . for the people of Surjangarh.

Before you, your brother
Vijay Pratap too had. . .

. . . deliverance here itself.

And he too got salvation. . .

. . . because of me,
and now its your turn.

No! No!

My son Shakti!

Finish this rascal.
Finish him!

This man killed my child.

He killed my child.

He killed my son.

When l had a talk with
Vinay and asked him to go. . .

. . . then why did
you try to kill him?

Because this traitor was
trying to elope with Neelima!

This scoundrel was trying
abduct your daughter.

Shut up!

ls this true?

No father.

ls this the truth?

No! this is all a lie father.

All a lie!

Then what is the truth?

Tell me! !

l was going with him,
at my own will.

Because. . . Vinay
is my life, father.

Did you hear that!

Did you hear?

Are you telling me?

Are you telling your own father?

After explaining
to you for so long?

Do you remember?

lf l want l can
shoot you right away!

Kill me! This life is
given to me by you.

You have every right to end it too.

Shoot me!

Shoot me!
Kill me father!

No. . . l ask you, if your life
doesn't have any value. . .

. . . then why do you
give rise to a life?

Shoot me father!

No! You scoundrel!

What have you done Madhu!

Hey. . . go and call a doctor!

Go and take the vehicle!

No. . . No. . .

lts too late.

l'm. . .

. . . right in front of my God.

l touch his feet and
swear and say . . .

. . . that till today l
never asked you anything. . .

. . . but today l'm
asking you something. . .

. . . will you grant me?

Tell me Madhu.

Promise me . . . that today. . .

. . . onwards you will
never touch any weapon.

Let Vinay and Neelima go.

Let them go please!

By keeping this promise
please make my. . .

. . . final journey very happy.

l. . . l . . . promise you!

l promise you Madhu.

Father. . what has all
this happened father?

Go away from here.

Go away from here. Go!

Go away! !

Are you alright?

Why did you go there
yesterday night?

To talk to Jaswant Singh.

Knowing very well that his
men had killed your brother?

- Yes. . . - l hope his
stooges didn't attack you.

Yes they did. . .
but l killed all of them.

You killed all of them?
But, l hope not Jaswant Singh.

He is my target.

No. . . he is alive.

Today l saw a
Kshatriya breakdown.

He has taken a vow
never to touch a weapon.

l brought his honour along with me.

Please except her as
your daughter-in-law. . .

. . . and bless her.

My enemy's daughter in my house?

And you want me to except
her as my daughter-in-law?

No! ! You go away from here.

What do you want father,
that your son should ditch a girl?

The girl who left her house. . .

. . . her honour,
everything for her love!

l just leave her high and dry?

She must go,
whatever may be the case.

And what if l refuse to send her?

Then. . .

. . . then you too go along with her.

Jaswant Singh will embrace you.

And your father's
prestige will get a boost.

l should embrace Jaswant Singh. . .

. . . by saying this you have
insulted your son's love.

You please keep your
prestige and family status. . .

. . . l'll take Neelima with me
and go away back to England.

- Come with me.
- Go!

Go wherever you wish to.

l will assume that
l never had a son.

Thakur Jaswant has taken a
vow, never to touch a weapon.

And Prithvi Singh is alive as yet.

lt is true, the man on whom
Prithvi had shot his bullets. . .

. . . was not Thakur
Jaswant's father!

He was my father.

Priest you go and start the
preparations of the rituals.

This time l will offer the
sacrificial calf in the temple.

And this should reach the
ears of Prithvi Singh.

So that he comes
and faces my sword.

. . . the police from
entering the temple.

Sir. . . Queen of Mrithagarh
wants to meet you.

The queen who gave birth
to my enemy's son. . .

. . . has come to my door step?

l have come here to
ask you something.

The Queen of Mrithagarh who
should be thirsty for my blood. . .

. . . and who should be
carrying a sword in hand. . .

. . . today why is she here
with her hands folded?

Because, this queen
is first a mother.

And then a Queen.

And a mother can do
anything for her child.

What has happened to your child.

He has taken a vow to
sacrifice a calf in the temple.

You should be proud of such a son.

Who for the prestige
of the Kshatriya's. . .

. . . is prepared to
sacrifice himself.

We have fed enough blood
to this Kshatriya caste.

l beg you that please
don't face my son.

No!. . . . Never!

This can never be possible.

What will l answer the
residents of Surjangarh?

What will l answer
my self conscience?

What will you answer
this widowed mother. . .

. . . who has forgiven you
for killing her husband?

Today who is on your door
step for her son's protection?

Please. . . don't put me
in a jeopardy, O' Queen.

Not a Queen. . . . just a mother.

. . . who is begging in front of you.

No! No!

Go away!
Go away at once!

l promise you that l will never. . .

. . . use my sword against your son.

Never!

You just check in,
while starting from home. . .

. . . mother was very sad.

l'll just go and call her.

Okay you go.

- This is Vinay here.
- Hello prince!

Please hand over
the phone to mother.

Yes. . . but its is difficult
for her to receive the phone.

She is busy taking care
of King Prithvi Singh.

What happened to father?

He is very disturbed. . .
tomorrow is 'Dashami'.

And Vikram Singh has challenged. . .

. . . the Thakurs of
Surjangarh for the sacrifice.

All the Thakurs of Surjangarh
have their eyes on the palace.

Who all do we try
and explain that the king. . .

. . . out of his magnanimity. . .

. . . has promised the
queen that his sword . . .

. . . will never raise
on Thakur Vikram Singh.

There Vikram Singh is shouting
at the top of his voice. . .

. . . that Prithvi Singh is a coward.

Hail! Thakur Vikram Singh!

Brother!. . . Mirtagarh's
Thakur Vikram Singh. . .

. . . is here to sacrifice
the calf in the temple.

Hail Vikram Singh!

lf any warrior of Surjangarh
interested in the . . .

. . . offering of the sacrifice,
he should come in the temple.

Any warrior of Surjangarh!

ls there no warrior in Surjangarh?

All the tigers have
gone to eat the grass.

And l have heard that Surjangarh
has a sale of bangles.

ls there no warrior in Surjangarh?

Now Thakur Vikram will
offer the sacrifice and. . .

. . . get the blessing of
the Goddess Jagdamba.

Wait O' priest!

l will offer the sacrifice!

Hail Surjangarh!

Mother!

Vicky has gone to the temple
to offer the sacrifice.

- l know it.
- And Vinay is there to stop him.

- What!
- They will decide with a sword-fight.

Kill him Vinay!
Kill him!

Teach the residents of
Mirtagarh a lesson!

Vicky wait son.
Stop it!

Vicky stop it!

Where are you going?

Please stop them. . .
Please stop them.

Kill him Vinay, Kill! !

Kill my son. . . harder!
Have you forgotten. . .

. . . that this wound
is not on him. . .

. . . but its hurting
a mother's heart!

Look here!

Mother!

His mother too must be having
the same kind of chest.

To repay your debts as
a son to your mother. . .

. . . injure him.

So that your mother
attains peace. Here!

Vinay attack!

Today not a calf but a
mother will be sacrificed! !

Goddess Jagadamba needs
a sacrifice , here! !

- Mother!
- Mother!

What have you done?

Leave that dagger mother!

NO. . . this time there
will be a rain of blood.

- Mother's blood.
- No. . . leave the dagger.

- Please leave the dagger mother!
- No.

Today it will rain so heavily
that Mirtagarh will drown.

No, mother please don't say this!

Leave it mother!

l had given a silver
toy in your hand son!

And you gave me a dagger!

Mother please for my sake,
leave the dagger!

No. . . never!

Please for your son's sake mother!

- Leave this dagger.
- How can l do that.

l'm seeing my son's blood!

No, mother please l beg you.

Mother, l beg you !

Mother leave this dagger.

l'. . . l will leave this dagger. . .

. . . but first promise that. . .

. . . you will not
shed any more blood!

Yes mother. . . l promise you!

Mother l take an oath. . .

Today onwards l'll
touch a sword . . .

. . .only to protect
my mother's honour.

Now please leave it.

l promise you mother!

Hail Goddess Jagadamba!