Bajirao Mastani Page #5

If the Brahmins walked out because

you chose to celebrate Eid with her...

What'll they do when

this news gets out, Bajirao?

Mother...

Don't interrupt me!

I suggest, we don't tell Kashi.

What is there to hide mother?

The truth is, what it is!

Kashi...

I have been looking

for you all over and here you are.

I was looking at the moon...

I want to tell you

something important.

That you have already eaten.

Here's your paan.

No, that's not it.

Kashi, there's someone else...

So the rumours are true.

What rumours?

That the Peshwa's caught the evil eye.

Never mind the rumours...

I don't believe in superstitions.

But I do...

Here...

Dear Mastani...

Fighting in the battlefield is far easier than

fighting to keep your relationships intact.

My heart wishes to be with you

every single moment.

But I cannot meet you till I, myself,

don't inform Kashi of our relationship.

Kashi is not just my first wife...

She is my friend and confidant too.

Until then,

please take care of yourself.

Jhumri...

My Lady!

What news have you brought,

Veer Singh?

I couldn't deliver your message to

the Peshwa even today...

News is that he is very ill and

unable to meet anyone.

Get the palanquin ready.

I shall go to meet him right away.

This news could be false, My Lady...

It could be true!

Going to Shaniwar Wada at this hour

could be dangerous for you.

Mahipat Rao...

Veer Singh, what are you doing here?

Mastani Saheba is

here to meet the Peshwa.

He is in his office.

Who is there?

Ambaji Panth's daughter-in-law.

Shalubai!

Shalubai!

Yes.

See who that is.

Yes.

Shalubai... Who is it?

It is Ambaji Panth's daughter-in-law.

So where is Gopikabai's palanquin...

They had left together.

Shall I find out?

No, I'll go myself.

Mastani Saheba, please

wait at the Palace of Mirrors...

I shall inform the Peshwa.

Mastani, what brings

you here at this hour?

Bajirao.

You shouldn't have risked your life

by coming here.

There's no bigger risk to my life

than spending a moment without you.

You never got my letter...

These fort walls have

become too high to scale.

Yet here you are, Mastani.

It's true that nothing can come in

the way of love.

Lady Kashi's palanquin is here...

Has the crib reached her quarters?

Dear God! It slipped my mind!

I'll check right away.

The Peshwa must be

arriving any minute now!

My Lady...

I stand to welcome

you like you always do...

You have brought back

light to this lifeless...

palace by returning

from your maternal home.

Let me see our youngest warrior!

It's a boy!

Here, Here!

Strong lad!

You will be a warrior

even greater than Bajirao.

You have your mother's

beautiful eyes...

Stop!

Let me in!

You cannot!

I must meet My Lord!

It is not possible at this hour.

My Lord!

Make haste My Lord,

Mastani Saheba is in great pain.

No midwife or doctor

is willing to attend to her.

What if -

She will be fine.

A tigress needs no

doctors or midwives...

Isn't it Chimaji?

My Lady is truly suffering, Sir...

And no one is ready to help!

Mastani, breathe...

Giving birth to a

warrior is never easy.

Look!

Krishna.

Krishna.

Krishna.

Upon my return from the north...

I'll organise a naming

ceremony for both my sons.

Don't toy with our patience anymore...

Aunt Bhiu,

tell us what name you have chosen.

Tell us.

Well, what will it be?

Raghunath!

Raghunath!

When Bajirao is back, he will be happy

to hear the name.

My Raghoba.

What a lovely name, My Lady.

Welcome, Mastani.

Welcome!

You have come at an opportune moment.

Glad you could come.

Mother...

How can someone lose all shame...

and keep returning to

your doorstep to be insulted?

What offence can come

at your own doorstep?

No insult can come by your own people.

I am here to bless Bajirao's child.

Are you here to bless relations

or to beg acceptance?

I am here with gifts on

Bajirao's behalf in his absence.

If you had to please

your way into our family...

Then you should've got saffron clothes

and not this green coloured poison.

People have associated each religion

with color, but colour has no religion...

It is when the heart turns black that

you start differentiating on such grounds.

Leave it, Chimaji...

She has forgotten the difference...

between durga(a Hindu goddess)

and dargah(Muslim shrine).

Perhaps you forget that idols in

temples are often adorned in green...

And saffron sheets

cover the purest Sufi tombs.

Where is the thought

of colour and religion then?

Bajirao merely holds your hand and

your tongue begins to cut like a sword.

A warrior's instinct is to reach for her

sword even when struck by a pebble.

Krishna Bhatt...

This year when we pray for the

deceased, add a prayer for her too...

So that she is dead for us.

Leave us now!

Those prayers are not for strangers,

Mother...

I'm grateful you thought

of me as your own.

Welcome!

I want you to organise

my son's naming ceremony.

That's already been done, My Lord.

He has a blessed birth chart.

No, not Raghunath... I am

talking about my other son, Krishna.

He is my son too.

My Lord,

traditions do not permit that.

Why?

As per our tradition, a son

inherits his father's religion...

Isn't that right?

How can you be wrong, My Lord.

But it is imperative for

the child's parents to be...

married under the Hindu law.

I shall marry Mastani

as per the Hindu law.

Begin the preparations.

I'm afraid it still won't be possible.

Why not?

Krishna was born out of wedlock

and he shall always remain...

illegitimate!

Am I right?

Yes, yes...

Your thinking is illegitimate,

Krishna Bhatt.

Religion is bigger than anything,

My Lord... Even you!

We cannot be a part of such blasphemy!

Your thoughts do not matter to me.

If you cannot initiate

him into my faith...

Then he shall follow his mother's.

And from today he will not be

called Krishna, but Shamsher Bahadur!

Leave.

We need to speed up tax collections.

Send a message to the collectors.

Why are these sweets

being distributed?

What is the occasion?

Who are these from?

These are from me.

Please have.

Chimaji, it's your favourite.

What is the occasion, brother?

I had a naming ceremony for Krishna

and changed his name.

And what have you named him, My Lord?

Shamsher Bahadur.

The name of Peshwa's Muslim lineage.

You all may leave.

Panth, look at his face!

Read it.

The Peshwa decrees two estates to

be gifted to Mastani Bajirao Ballad.

Impossible, Bajirao!

We do not entertain such practices.

From this day on, we shall.

What say, Panth?

I fail to understand, why does

she need estates when you are here?

Don't you see, Panth?

If they can throw her out of my house

while I'm alive...

Imagine how they'd

treat her when I'm gone.

You have to safeguard

the future of your loved ones.

Today it's an estate, tomorrow you'll

gift her the entire Peshwa kingdom.

You cannot gift away

territory at whim.

But you can put up a woman

in a brothel at whim?

That is my understanding.

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