Bajirao Mastani Page #2

been playing Holi...

And with none

other than the Peshwa.

He carried you here in his arms,

wounded and unconscious...

But even in that state you were

entwined with him as though one body.

Congratulations on this

victorious morning, My Lady.

I would like a few moments alone

with Mastani Saheba.

Leave us...

These are my personal chambers,

Peshwa... Not your battleground.

One needs my permission to leave.

I said... No one leaves without

my permission.

Besides, it could be dangerous being

alone with you.

Is that so!

Do you not trust me, My Lady?

I'm afraid it's myself I don't trust.

My Rajput blood could make me

avenge your assault.

You have every right.

I owe you my life.

I owe you my homeland.

I would give even

my life for you, Mastani.

It appears this account must be

settled in private after all!

You deserve to be praised,

Mastani Saheba...

My sword has never spared

a foe on the battlefield...

but somehow you escaped its wrath.

I believe your wound is deep.

Let me see it.

Rajputs do not make

a show of their wounds.

To others,

this may be a battle scar...

But for me,

you are the moon bathed in colour.

The poison had to be

stopped from spreading.

I've seen your wounds, Mastani...

You are no longer a Rajput.

What you see is merely

the mark of your sword.

But it is my heart that bleeds.

Even the Peshwa has a heart!

"On this festival of colours."

Paint me red in the colour of love.

Oh you playful one,

like Lord Krishna.

I'm mesmerised looking at you...

Hold me close,

instead of looking from afar...

Playfully you twist my arm...

Like Lord Krishna with Radha.

And when I protest, you embrace me...

You refuse to let go of me...

"Blushing I turn red...

The colour of love."

Fortune favours the brave, My Lady...

And fortunate you are, indeed!

The Peshwa has asked for

a paan (after meal delicacy).

Here, it is your excuse to see him.

I no longer need excuses.

This dagger?

The Peshwa gave it to me!

Dear God! And you accepted it?

Don't you know that as per

the custom in Bundelkhand...

A girl is married to

a man by accepting his dagger!

Did you accept it?

I accepted it.

And he?

Your paan.

And if I weren't awake?

I would will the night

to go on for eternity...

And gaze upon you forever.

But that is impossible.

Time and destiny cannot

be controlled by mortals.

What cannot be controlled by mortals

can be swayed by the power of love.

So can love stop the sun from rising?

It just did.

Do have your paan,

or my hospitality might be questioned.

Mastani, I shall be gone tomorrow.

What of it?

Perhaps we may never meet again.

You are in my heart, like a prayer.

The mention of your

name shall be my worship...

My Lady, the Peshwa is leaving!

Entire Bundelkhand has gathered for

his farewell, except you.

Come, My Lady!

Such arrogance does

not become you, My Lady.

You mistake love for arrogance.

What sort of love is this?

He is leaving, and you...

Watching him go will

be the death of me.

God forbid! But this meeting

will be left incomplete.

An incomplete meeting leaves

the promise of another.

And what if destiny doesn't allow it?

Mastani writes her own destiny.

We may be greatly

indebted to the Peshwa...

But I refuse to send our daughter

to Pune as an obligation, My King.

I understand that our marriage

has never been valid in the society...

Because I am

Muslim and you're Hindu.

It is my own decision to go to Pune...

I am wed to the Peshwa's dagger.

This is a custom in Bundelkhand,

not Pune.

And do not forget that the Peshwa

is Hindu Brahmin and you are Muslim.

Mastani has Hindu Rajput blood too.

She worships Allah and Krishna alike.

Jodha and Akbar put aside religious

differences in the name of politics.

Mastani is doing the same,

but for love.

Let her go.

Even so! He will never accept

her as his legitimate wife.

Radha was never Lord Krishna's wife...

But their names are inseparable.

Yes, but they are Gods!

And love is worship...

For which one needs no permission.

May God fulfill your wishes!

Stay blessed!

My beautiful love has returned...

Praise the Lord!

A moment, My Lady...

You have not taken my

name this time. (Marathi tradition)

Why, brother!

It's a new era!

New palace, new customs.

Why must the lady always

take the man's name?

You take her name this time,

or else no entering your new chambers!

But it is a custom for women

to say their husbands' name...

No diamond can match the Kohinoor's

sparkle and grace.

And no name but Bajirao's

lights up Kashi's face.

Very good!

This way, Peshwa Saheb.

My Lady...

You are entering your new chambers

for the first time.

What childishness is this!

You swore on me...

So don't open

your eyes until I say so!

Don't you trust me?

Trust a warrior?

You never know when he may attack!

Now, open your eyes.

What do you think?

Beautiful!!

This is nothing compared to the

rest of Shanivaar Wada.

Tell me something, My Lady...

What?

How come I still see it in your eyes?

What?

Longing!

Because it keeps me company

in your long absences.

Oh dear... Where is it?

What?

Your mistress!!

Your dagger?

Just as well you've forgotten it.

It will no longer come between us.

Have I offended you by

calling your dagger a mistress?

I talk too much!

King Chatrasaal has

showered us with gifts.

I am pleased!

The timing couldn't

have been better...

Expenses had been piling up.

So helping Bundelkhand

has proved profitable for us.

What is this?

Who are you?

This is King Chatrasaal's daughter.

I wasn't aware he had

such a beautiful daughter.

I'm very pleased to

make your acquaintance.

As am I, thank you!

What is your name?

Mastani.

Mastani... Beautiful name.

Your father has many wives,

whose daughter are you?

Ruhani Begum's.

I see, you are a Muslim.

King Chatrasaal needn't

have sent his daughter...

all the way here

simply to deliver gifts!

What say, Chimaji?

This dagger belongs to Bajirao!

In Bundelkhand we observe a custom

where girls are wed to daggers.

Perhaps amongst Muslims and Rajputs.

In the Peshwa regime, we do not

accept such political ties.

But I am already married to him!

Chimaji, please make arrangements

for her stay elsewhere.

Do meet me before you

return to Bundelkhand.

My dear...

If you stare any longer,

you will cast an evil eye on me.

I am trying to remove it.

Going to war?

I have decided...

Next time,

I shall accompany you to war.

No matter what anyone says.

But you cannot ride a horse.

How do you expect to come?

I'll go to the stable, mount my horse,

crack the whip...

And be off like the wind.

Here comes Kashi!!

We haven't even reached the

battlefield yet and you've started.

What else does this warrior need?

A bit of land, two square meals, a

piece of open sky, a steed, a sword...

And my Kashi.

Altogether, twenty-seven.

How so?

Twenty-seven wounds!

And this time you let

the enemy get too close...

And now to avoid the

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