Padmaavat Page #2

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Careful My Queen, you're being tested!

Please answer his question.

Skill.

And beauty?

That lies in the eye of the beholder.

Please explain.

Some see God in every object,while some see God as another object.

-Hmm...

Describe life in three words.

Spirituality, love and sacrifice.

What is love?

A tear of joy falling from God's eye.

What are tears?

The thin line between sorrow and happiness.

What is happiness?

An illusion.

I hear you're well versed in the art of warfare.

Yes.

What is the greatest weapon in the battlefield?-Courage.

Which is the most difficult moment in life?

Awaiting results after examination.

And the biggest gift?

Blessings!

Come, My Queen.

To grace this occasion...

The Queen is arriving.

To play a round of Ghoomar...

We welcome you our Queen.

Join us in a round of Ghoomar.

Spin around as we play the Ghoomar.

Your beloved is waiting for you too.

You blush in a new bride's glow.

Your heart skips a beat.

Your anklets tinkle as you walk.

Come, My Queen...

...let's play a round of Ghoomar!

Adorning the veil of love...

...she spins in the dance of Ghoomar.

Without a care in the world...

...she spins in the dance of Ghoomar.

Her beloved is the most special.

She spins in the dance of Ghoomar.

I am lucky indeed...

I went to Singhal looking for pearls and found you.

I am lucky too...

I was hunting for a deer and found a lion instead.

I want to give you every happinessthat you enjoyed in Singhal...

...but I can't give you this one thing...

I cannot give you the ocean in this desert.

Your eyes are deeper than the ocean.

Mewar seems to be growing on you.

Mewar has found a place in my heart.

What happened?

Is someone watching us?

Must be the moon,envious of all your extols.

Who could it be?

I smell sandalwood.

And there is only one person in Chittorwho uses this fragrance.

Why have I been summonedat this hour, My Lord?

An offender needs to be punished.

Is that all?

This could have waited till morning.

The crime is serious,the verdict must be given now.

Who is the culprit?

You!

The one whose piousnessMewar vouches for, is a culprit?

The one who taught you to bethe King you are today, is a culprit?

What is my crime, My Lord?

You dared to pry upon the Kingwhen alone with his Queen.

This is a lie.What proof do you have?

Sujaan Singh.- Yes, My Lord.

That wound is from my dagger.And your blood is all the proof one needs.

I thought you were my mentor, I believed in you.

I thought you were pious, but youturned out to be a wolf in sheep's guise.

I can sentence you to death right now...

...but killing a Brahmin is against my principles.

Imprison him. The darkness of the dungeonmight teach him some decency.

-Pardon me, My King.But I would like to say something.

When one's piousness is tainted,he should be distanced from the land.

There's only one punishment for his crime.

Banishment.

I agree with the Queen.

You question my piousness?

There, I have swallowed this humiliation.

But this fire raging in my heartwill reduce Chittor to ashes.

Before I leave, won't youtouch my feet and take my blessings?

Sujaan Singh.-Yes, My Lord.

I am going far away from this land.

But if I don't bring Mewar down to it knees...

...then you may assume,that Raghav Chetan never existed.

He was a mere thought that disappeared in thin air.

Uncle, since you gave the dominion of Kara toUncle Alauddin, his attitude has completely changed.

He attacked Deogiri without your permission...

...and instead of returning to Delhi with the loot,he rode straight to Kara.

I agree with Itaat.

He may one day revolt against you.

While Alauddin wieldshis sword for the Sultanate, My dear...

...we sit here and make idle talk.

But Uncle, you should be wary of him...

Alauddin is just a tool to fill the coffers of Delhi.And that's it.

I will set sail for Kara tomorrow.

And bring back what is rightfully mine.

-Glory be to God!

Your beauty is so enchanting,it has turned these shackles to gold.

You will be very happy in my harem, Chitai.

You're a slave, not a King.

You can never make the Princess of Deogiri happy.

Well said!

Such arrogance inspite of all these atrocities!

You have won my heart.

Chief!-Hmm...

Your plan has succeeded.

Splendid!

You wanted the Sultanto come to Kara, and he has.

Long live the Khiljis!

-Long live!

Alauddin welcomes the Sultan of Delhi.

Stay blessed!

I am elated, as well as surprised.

What brings you to Kara without prior notice?

That's exactly my question to you.

Why have you come to Karainstead of returning to Delhi with the loot?

So the Sultan doesn't trust me anymore?

I've won all these treasures only for you.

And this stone?

It's precious.

A gift I gave myself.

Glory be to God!

This precious gem belongs in the Sultan's crown.

But don't be disheartened Alauddin.

I've brought a precious gift for you too.

This slave!

Especially bought for you.

He has the guile of a wolf andthe agility of a cheetah.

He will serve you in every way possible.

You can put him to test.

Hmm...

What's the name?

Malik Kafur, Sire.

Not your's. The perfume you're wearing.

Jannat-ul-Firdaus.

What can you do for me?

Anything.

I can give my life for you.

Can you take a life for me?

Yes, Sire.-Hmm.

Then kill these men.

Kill them?

They are my ministers!

Jokes apart.I want you to march South with your army.

Anything else, Sire?

What have you done?

You wanted me to put him to test.

Uncle, I am really pleased with your gift.

But don't be disheartened.I have a gift for you too.

Ikhtiyaar!

My dearest Uncle!

Long live the Khiljis!!

Long live!

So finally you did revolt against the Sultanate?

History will never forgive you formurdering my Uncle.

What will history say Amir Khusrau?

History will term it the need of the hour.

You're absolutely right.

Itaat, my boy...

...the Sultanate needs fresh blood to expandit's frontiers and to keep it's people happy.

And that is why I have seized the throne.

And now, Jalaluddin Khilji should beburied in a manner befitting a Sultan.

Sultan of Delhi, Alauddin Khilji...

Long live!

Sultan of Delhi, Alauddin Khilji...

Long live!

I am the new Sultan!

This is the precious stone whichyour father took from me...

...and today I took away his throne.

It's the tradition of every Sultanate.

There's one more tradition,to bow before the Sultan.

Hmm...

No...no...

Stand up.

May the Sultan's glory prevail.

Why do you look upset?

You're now the Empress of India!

And your husband...

See.

See what?

This crown?

I've seen it many a times before,on my father's head.

This crown is unfaithful.

Always changing heads.

From your father's head to mine.And now on yours!

On this joyous occasion,make unabashed love to your Sultan.

Now!

Kafur!

Malik Kafur!

Yes, Sire!

Yes, Sire?

Can you hear these strains of flute,or is it just me?

I do hear it.

Who is playing the flute at this hour?

Should I silence him for good?

No. His notes are precious.Bring him to me tomorrow.

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