Bajirao Mastani Page #4

That was a valid occasion...

This is but a soire.

She is no court dancer but King...

Chatrasaal's daughter

and a guest of the Peshwa realm.

A rather special guest, it appears.

Yes she is, Minister!

Thanks to her the Peshwa is alive...

and thanks to the Peshwa

the Maratha realm is alive!

Your Majesty...

She does not belong in this court.

Allow her to leave.

The Peshwa is right.

You have saved his life...

How can I repay you?

You will not be able to

fulfill my wish, Your Majesty.

What wish is this,

that a king cannot fulfill?

The Peshwa!

I salute your courage in asking for

what the Maratha kingdom values most.

But you could be

punished for this demand.

I lay my life, at the sword of thee.

If love is a crime, punish me!

And yet, if thee hold me wrong,

Erase my name like an untold song.

Well spoken!

You may leave, Mastani.

Don't anchor the boat,

I need to cross the river!

My Lord, the water levels

have risen alarmingly.

I'd have to bear huge losses in taking

the boat out in this weather!!

That should suffice.

Looks like the storm won't abate,

My Lady. Let's return to Bundelkhand.

Our coming here has been in vain.

In Pune, they kept

us amongst courtesans...

And here in the capital,

across the river, amongst these ruins!

It frightens me to think...

The man whose dagger you wed

is unaware of this tradition.

What if he refuses to

accept your relationship?

Let me test the power of my love.

You needn't... Anymore!

You had demanded the Peshwa

before the whole court...

Here he is!

I must say...

You have sacrificed everything

over a marriage I was not even aware of!

What justifies this madness?

Love...

That battles stormy waters.

Love, that bows down before no one.

Love, that worships

its beloved above all else.

This society will never accept you!

Loving me will be like

walking on hot embers.

I accept.

My wife's name is Kashi.

She will always be my first wife.

I can never belong only to you.

I accept.

Insisting on adding my name to yours

will bring you nothing but shame.

I accept.

By the fire of the earth, the sky and

my being, I take you to be my wife.

Even if this society shuns us,

the world will always remember us as one...

Bajirao Mastani.

Mapping out your

meeting with the Nizam?

Ensure you wear this when you go.

Bajirao, this ring has cost us dearly.

We have paid for it twice.

First to the jeweller

and then to the boatman.

My Lord, the snake seems

prepared to strike us.

The Nizam comes with

twenty-thousand soldiers.

We are heavily outnumbered.

But he doesn't know that.

Not all battles are

fought with weapons...

Sometimes a sharp mind is enough.

Welcome, King Bajirao!

Have a seat!

Namaste!

You mistake me for royalty when I am

but a humble servant to King Shahu.

Perhaps... But it is well known,

you are the mind that runs the empire.

Some sherbet?

Thank you.

I am more interested

in your sweet talk.

I often tell people that

in the Maratha empire...

After the great King

Shivaji and King Shambhu...

There is only Bajirao...

Rest are all fools!

I'm also of the opinion that Nizam is

the strongest in all of South...

Rest are all weak and meek!

I'm impressed...

Your tongue is as sharp as your sword.

And your intentions

are as shrewd as your eyes.

My intention is to capture you.

Even the youngest

child in Pune knows that.

Yet here you are a willing hostage.

I am under oath to retaliate if

you breach the terms of this meeting.

Are you threatening

me under my own roof?

Cautioning, not threatening...

One wrong turn

and your kingdom will burn.

Arrest him!

I said, arrest him!

I'm amazed you would order my

own men to capture me!

The men you sent to escort me here

preferred our living quarters.

They decided to stay back.

Peshwa, do not forget...

That your army of 20,000 men...

Horses and elephants,

stands guard outside.

But what you do not know is that 40,000

Maratha soldiers stand behind them...

Awaiting my signal

to decimate you.

What do you want?

All of India.

But for now, your silence.

When I march on Delhi,

you will not utter a word.

I accept.

Secondly...

You shall return all captured

Maratha estates to our King.

I accept.

And thirdly...

When I welcome you with open arms...

you shall forget past animosity

and accept my friendship.

Here!

Let the drums roll...

Victory is ours!

"We unbeatable warriors..."

Have crushed the enemy!

The sparks of victory are ablaze.

Our hearts are overflowing with pride.

Even the night sky

is full of rainbows!

Our camp is bursting with energy!

Our celebration knows no bounds.

This victory...

Our victory...

This victory of ours is like no other!

Mother!

Bajirao's message!

What does it say, Chimaji?

His meeting with the Nizam...

was successful!

Praise the Lord!

Stop crying, Kashi!

My son has not seen defeat

since she walked into this house.

Your unborn child is destined for

great things too, Kashi.

Mother, there should be a feast

for the Brahmins to celebrate!

Agreed.

Send out an invitation

to Krishna Bhatt...

That we shall host

the Brahmins this afternoon.

Start the preparations!

Chimaji...

Send a message to Mastani as well.

Eid Mubarak in this new house,

My Lady! Where is my gift?

What's there?

I thought the Peshwa called my name.

How is that possible, My Lady!

He will first go to Shaniwar Wada to

celebrate his victory over the Nizam.

Mastani Saheba!

What is this Bajirao!

The power of your love Mastani!

I wish you on your victory.

And I wish you a happy Eid.

Your face is glowing Mastani.

Because you have returned.

It's like the glow in the sky,

just before sunrise...

We'll have to think of a name for our

to-be born child!

My Lady!

There's a message for you

from the Peshwa's mother...

What is it?

There shall be a celebration tonight

in honour of the Peshwa's victory...

On this occasion, Mastani is ordered

to present her dance...

Your Ladyship, the food is served

and the Brahmins are waiting...

Why is the Peshwa not here?

He is on his way,

please begin the feast.

But how can we begin without the host?

My Lady!

Did you send the message?

Yes, but...

But what?

Mastani Saheba will no longer perform

as a court dancer.

Says who?

Mastani?

No, My Lady... The Peshwa.

He also said that he shall return

after the Eid feast...

You need not wait for him.

Dear God...

Krishnaji...

We cannot eat in this house anymore!!

Krishna Bhatt, you disrespect

the Peshwa by doing so!

And hasn't the Peshwa disrespected us?

Charity is doled

out at mosques as well.

Let's go!

Welcome home, Bajirao.

Congratulations on

your win over the Nizam.

I wish you the same.

Live long!

Forgive me, I am late.

While you were celebrating

Eid at Kothrud Palace...

The brahmins left

without eating a morsel.

Never mind, we can invite them back

tomorrow and celebrate twice over.

Why twice?

Mastani is about to become

the mother of my child.

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