Bajirao Mastani Page #6

Make me understand as well.

A dagger deserves a sheath...

A wife deserves a home...

And a mistress deserves a hovel!

You missed your aim, My Lord.

No... Our relationship

came in the way.

That's why I say...

You must end all relations that

become a hindrance.

Sometimes your relations

themselves finish you.

Seal the orders!

Bajirao fought with his brother today

in front of the entire court...

stripping his relationship

of dignity, all for that mistress.

It's wrong!

I do not understand right or

wrong anymore mother.

I lived my entire

life as his shadow...

And one day he just

walked into darkness...

Not once thinking that

this shadow will fade away.

No one can understand

your pain like me...

The status of the lady of this house

may be as grand as a mango orchard...

Whose fruit is longed for by all...

But to acquire the fruit,

one must stone the trees...

And that is the orchard's destiny.

Kashi...

We should've sewn the flag green,

to the mistress's liking!

Oh Lord!

(Chants)

Come, Krishna Bhatt. Hello, Mother.

How did you know, My Lord?

A warrior must always be alert.

Enemy can strike at any moment.

Raghav, greet your grandmother.

Shamsher, you too.

Krishna Bhatt wanted to know, when you

will perform the repentance prayers.

Repentance?

You used to perform it every year...

For the gratification

of martyrs' souls.

You haven't performed it in two years.

Yes, and it won't happen again.

You are refusing it being a brahmin?

I am brahmin only by birth,

but a warrior by destiny.

This ritual is mandatory

for the purification of our soul.

Alright, let's purify our souls...

I shall bring Mastani to Shaniwar Wada

and give her the rights of being my wife...

That can be my only atonement.

I am proud to have a son like you...

Who knows how to respect a woman...

But what you ask for is impossible.

Never, my son!

On Saptami (auspicious day)...

I shall bring Mastani

to Shaniwar Wada.

The Brahmins shall ostracize the entire

Peshwa clan if that were to happen.

Welcome home...

It shall be known

to all as Mastani Mahal.

Panth...

Brother...

Chimaji...

Everyone seems to be welcoming you

with their absence!

Chimaji and Ambaji have

gone out to inspect lands.

Mother has gone on a pilgrimage.

So as the lady of this house...

I welcome you and your guest.

Come.

Don't touch my feet! (A Hindu

tradition of giving blessings)

Thank you for keeping my honour,

My Lady.

It lightens my mind.

Don't forget My Lord...

This welcome stops at the threshold,

it doesn't extend to the heart.

Nana! When did you arrive?

You didn't write or send

a message from the capital.

Had I known you were coming,

I would've welcomed you in style.

Namaste.

Stay blessed!

You've grown so tall.

Your moustache has

started showing too.

I hope you are learning

politics from the king.

Yes.

I wish you learnt some

politics as well, Mother.

Meaning?

The man for whom you hold this flame,

doesn't deserve it.

What have you done?

What did you do, Nana?

Do you know who you are talking about?

Yes, Mother.

The man who is the talk of every town

from Pune to the capital...

For burning his own home

with Bundelkhand's torch.

Yet you sit here praying for him!

Nana!

Don't worry about me so much, my son.

My Lady!

Shiva Bhatt, you startled me!

The prayers are about to start.

My Lady, a grave disaster

is about to happen tonight.

What disaster?

While we pray,

Mastani Mahal will be attacked.

She will be murdered.

Please save her if you can!

Hail Lord Ganesha

(Hindu God of obstacles).

How shall you atone for this crime,

Krishna Bhatt?

What proof exists that Krishna Bhatt

has murdered Shiva Bhatt?

Mother...

How shall you atone for this crime?

What atonement, what punishment?

Whoever opposes religion

will meet such an end.

It was your mistress's good fortune, else

she would've been cut to pieces as well.

My Lord, your mother is here.

Why have we been summoned like

criminals, despite sharing the same roof?

When walls come up between hearts,

they no longer hold a house together.

Yes, we get it!

Why have you summoned us?

What's our crime?

Krishna Bhatt!

Protecting a criminal is your crime.

How dare you talk

to mother in this manner!

And you?

How dare you talk to

the Peshwa in this manner.

My Lord!

Remind him,

I won't miss my aim every time.

Bajirao, this isn't you...

But the influence of Bundelkhand's

gift. She has gotten to your head.

Bundelkhand's gifts

are on your head too...

These jewels on your head, around your

neck; Are all Bundelkhand's gifts...

You can't accept these gifts?

Then take them off!

Bundelkhand's gifts are accepted,

not their daughter.

Mastani as my mistress is accepted,

not as my wife...

But remember mother, Bajirao's

love for Mastani is unconditional.

Where do you find such

hatred for her, mother?

Peshwa blood cannot be adulterated by

an outsider, it's that simple!

That's been done... Now?

That's what!

You fight Muslims and yet

fell in love with one of them?

I fight the Mughal dynasty,

not their religion.

I ask you one last time...

Bajirao shall remain Peshwa

only if Mastani is accepted...

Agreed?

No.

It's yours!

Bajirao.

Kashi!

I've been looking for you all over.

I've wished everyone except you.

Where are you going?

I'll be back soon.

But where are you going?

Mastani Mahal

I'm happy to see you, sister.

My Lady'... Not sister.

I'm the Peshwa's legally wedded wife.

Kashi Bajirao Ballad.

We've been related for years -

What relation?

Say?

The man you are married to,

is my husband as well.

Maybe so.

But as far as I know,

when a married man...

takes another wife,

she's known as a concubine...

It is such a heavy word...

There is a simpler term for it...

Mistress.

Such mockery is unbecoming of you.

Really!

But who understands

mockery better than you!

Leaving your people

behind in Bundelkhand...

to run after a man

all the way to Pune...

That, Mastani Saheba, is mockery.

Do matters of the

heart have no meaning?

What heart do you talk of?

A heart that flitters

from one to another?

There is no place

for such purposeless matters...

Then your visit must have purpose too.

Of course.

We have a festival today.

Married women come together to celebrate

this day for their husbands' long lives...

They adorn their

foreheads with vermilion.

I can't demean you any further...

But you will have to face

a lot of humiliation here...

Don't take it to heart.

Rao's happiness lies with you

and mine with his...

That's my purpose.

Here, put.

This is the hand he holds...

He prefers holding

his sword to my hand...

But he holds your hand

dearer than any sword.

He has held my hand without

letting go of yours...

He has loved me,

but not broken ties with you.

He may call me his inspiration,

but you remain his strength...

His love for you has not withered.

I may be illegitimate,

but your coming here...

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