Bajirao Mastani Page #7

has validated my

presence amongst you all.

Here...

This sari will look good on you.

I'll take your leave.

Let us celebrate the

sanctity of marriage.

Let us pray for our

husbands' long lives.

Here she comes, looking like Radha.

My love's innocent beloved... She

appears at my door, like a full moon.

Today on this occasion,

together we shall dance...

Your love has caused me pain,

like a dagger through my heart.

You may accuse me of anything,

but I'm just a soul lost in love.

Maybe that's our destiny...

To love a man who can never belong

completely to either one of us.

My Lord, Nizam's son, Nasirjung has

revolted against us.

So?

He has crossed the river Godavri

and is approaching Shahgarh.

So?

It appears My Lord is intoxicated.

So?

Who is not?

Everyone is intoxicated.

By wealth, religion, power... Pratinidhi,

Krishna Bhatt are all intoxicated.

So am I...

I am intoxicated by love!

You are unsteady, My Lord!

My feet may be unsteady

but my grip is firm.

What say, Malhar Rao?

Look!

That is why we need you to

win this battle for us, Peshwa.

I am no longer the Peshwa!

But you are our Commander.

I am not a Commander either.

When you first learnt to ride,

we ran alongside your horse.

We put in as much sweat as your steed.

Malhar Rao fought battles beside you,

suffered injuries to uphold your honour.

Tukoji nursed you despite

being wounded himself.

Commanders aren't made overnight,

My Lord!

And when the enemy stands at our

gates, you are abdicating your duties.

Bajirao's heart may belong to Mastani,

but his life belongs to his homeland...

A thousand Bajiraos and

Mastanis will be happily...

sacrificed for one

more Maratha victory.

Let it be known...

Bajirao will leave for

battle on New Year's eve.

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

It's a day to light lamps,

not extinguish them.

You didn't send word of your arrival.

The Peshwa doesn't

inform of his plans.

You haven't been here for a while.

Those who wander can be found...

But ones who lose themselves within

their own house are hard to trace.

Ok!

As the first lady of this house,

won't you see me off to war?

If clothes and jewels alone

make me Lady of this house...

(Calls out to Chambermaid)

Bring the pooja thaali

(A prayer plate).

Here, sit.

I have left you alone, Kashi.

I am never alone, My Lord.

The entire day passes

in household chores...

And evenings are spent

with my Raghoba, listening to sermons.

The Priest told us a nice story

yesterday... Sit with me, I shall tell you.

The priest was saying...

Lord Krishna and his wife

Rukmani were having a dialogue...

Rukmani said, I have loved you too...

Yet I wish I was your

beloved and not your wife.

Why?

Lord Krishna also asked, 'Why'?

Rukmani said however deep a

matrimonial bond may be...

The world always

remembers the beloved.

Radhe Krishna, Radhe Krishna!

(Famous devotional chant)

Kashi, you are as

dear to me as Mastani.

Lord Krishna also said the same.

I have never compared you two.

There can be no comparison between us!

I didn't perform the Rasa Leela

(divine dance of passion) with you.

Your complaints against

Mastani and I are justified.

What complaints can

one have against strangers.

The wounds inflicted

by one's own hurt most.

Had you asked for my life, My Lord...

I would have

sacrificed it with a smile.

But you've stripped me of my pride.

I shall happily accept your punishments

for the hurt I've caused you.

Punishments?

No, I shall give you good news.

What do you mean?

You shall never enter

these chambers again.

Do you know what you ask for?

I took a vow to keep you happy

when I set foot in this house...

I'm only trying to uphold it.

Here!

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

It's time to bid farewell, Mastani.

I shall await your return.

We shall meet when the setting sun

and rising moon appear together in the sky.

The sky will change colour, and

all will be bathed in an orange glow.

Winds of desire will blow, And

thundering clouds will fill the skies.

Dry leaves will murmur and

untimely rains will wash the earth.

There will be no shackles of religion

or relationships to tear us apart.

All that will remain will

be the fire of love in our hearts...

On that day...

We will become one for eternity.

You called for me, grandmother?

It's time to erase the dishonour

brought to our family, Nana.

Arrest Mastani.

What shall we tell the Peshwa?

Don't be scared.

When it comes to

protecting the kingdom...

Even the closest

relations must be sacrificed.

You are in my heart, like a prayer.

The mention of your

name shall be my worship...

We have surrounded Nasirjung

from all sides, Bajirao.

Malhar Rao is in the

north with his troops...

Vaman Rao and Ambaji

Panth are in the south.

How shall we strategise the attack?

Head-on.

Like life does...

You don't know when it hits you!

My Lord!

What are you doing here, Veer Singh?

Nana Saheb has arrested

Mastani Saheba!

Bajirao!

Go with Bajirao.

Prepare for attack!

(War Cry)

It's your last chance

to return to Bundelkhand.

I wouldn't have allowed these shackles

if I planned to return.

My hatred for you goes beyond

its very essence, Mastani.

Your hatred only

immortalises my love, Nana.

Carry her child away!

No need for that.

Bajirao's son shall

walk out on his own feet.

Shamsher Bahadur.

Who is a warrior?

He, who fears none.

What is self belief?

Sign of victory.

Fear?

Another name for defeat.

Who shall be your ideal?

Peshwa Bajirao Ballad.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mother.

There's only one warrior in all of India

to have won forty consecutive battles.

Peshwa Bajirao!

Nasirjung has surrendered...

Here's to one more Maratha victory!

And my loss.

I don't understand...

Declare war...

I shall attack Pune next.

I shall release Mastani.

You will fight against

your own family?

You will turn against us for Mastani?

And who will you kill?

Mother, Kashi or your son...

Bajirao...

I take your leave.

We must certify this victory before

Nasirjung can change his mind...

I'll be back soon.

Please come inside, My Lord.

This breeze could

aggravate your fever.

I am waiting for someone...

Mastani, you have run out of options,

so name your last wish...

How would you like to die?

With Peshwa Bajirao!

This ailment is beyond

my understanding, Sir.

The fever shows no sign of subsiding.

It is time to call Kashi and Mother.

Being with family

might improve his health.

The king's orders are against us,

Grandmother.

Are you listening?

He says he cannot lose

a warrior like Bajirao...

And hence we must release Mastani.

I shall travel to

the capital tomorrow.

I shall speak to the king.

I shall travel to

Ravelkhedi tomorrow...

Bajirao is unwell.

And nothing can happen

till I return with him.

Are you scared, Grandmother?

You all may bow down before Mastani...

But I shall not!

I shall not!

Look who is here, My Lord.

Mastani.

Is Shamsher well?

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