Padmaavat Page #7

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As long as Chittor exists...

...Gora and Badal's names will be remembered.

All hail the late Commander, Gora Singh!

All hail the brave Badal Singh!

Congratulations, My Queen.

You brought our King back.

You can look in the mirror again.

Now everyone will worshipyou like a Goddess...

We couldn't save Badal!

The Rajputs who lay down their livesin the battlefield never die.

They become immortal!

It was my son's duty to fight for Mewar.

He attained martyrdom.

Shedding tears for him...

I finally realised why Rajputsare called brave-hearts...

...because they have such brave mothers.

This evening has come after a long time.

You must look your bestwhen you meet the King.

Khusrau, the river of love,runs in strange directions.

Whoever takes a plunge, drowns,And those who drown, find a shore.

Marvellous!

You're fortunate that you can narrate your pain...

...while I feel suffocated.

I cannot bear this failure anymore.

Sultan, what can I do to ease your pain?

As soon as we reach Chittor,write a message.

Maybe you can narratemy emotions with your poetic touch.

What do I write, Sultan?

That...

I will only wait for one more night.

Fulfill the Sultan's wish, or else...

...be ready to face his wrath.

-There you are!

What I feared has come true.Alauddin has returned.

This time with an even bigger army!

You rubbed salt on his wounds.

This was bound to happen.

Be patient Sultan.They will reply soon.

Give the Rajputs some time to think.

How much more time do they want?

They'll have no option but to presentQueen Padmavati to you by tomorrow morning.

I will wait from now on...

Under the scorching heat?

I don't want to miss the moment whenthe doors of the fort open and she comes out.

I want to be the first one to see her.

Sanskrit Prayer chants...

Hail the Goddess!

What happened?

My sword looks stunning in your hands.

The sword is the mostprecious jewel of warriors.

It's our pride.

If it's our pride,then why are your eyes moist?

Do you fear that I mightnot return from this war?

Padmavati has never feared anything in her life.

Can I ask you for something tonight?

There's nothing more you can ask forexcept for my heart.

I can.

The right of Jauhar.

I cannot even die without your permission.

One heart.

One life.

I shall sacrifice for you.

There's me.

And my faith.

I shall sacrifice for you.

One heart.

Fire!

What is this?I've never seen a weapon like this before!

It's time for me to leave.

Hmm.

It's the right time to moveour army forward, Sultan.

Not yet.

The walls of the fort are crumbling.

Soon they will have no choicebut to face us in the battlefield.

My Lord, the army is waitingfor your orders to attack.

No, Sujaan Singh.

I will go alone.

But My Lord...

This battle is between Alauddin and me.

Sire, why is he riding alone?

To fight the Sultan, what else?

Shall I go...?

No.

Only a diamond can cut diamond.

In every age, a war for righteousnessis fought between good and evil.

Like the one between Lord Ram and Raavan,

between the Pandavas and Kauravasand now between the Rajputs and Khiljis.

And each time, the good triumphs.

Today, thousands of Rajputs have set outto protect our dignity.

Chittor's walls have always shielded us.But today our soldiers stand guard.

For us, they are no less than God.

-When a Rajput fights for his motherland,the echo of his sword resonates through the ages.

-Whenever darkness engulfs the earth,

-Rajputs sacrifice their lives to spread lightand uphold truth and freedom.

No, Malik Kafur.This is against the rules of warfare.

All is fair for the Sultan's victory.

You could've at least foughtthis battle with integrity.

There's only one rule in the battlefield...

Victory!

Attack!

Charge!

-If our brave-hearts attain martyrdom today,the enemy would still not be victorious.

Chittor will witness another war,one that is unseen and unheard of.

And that war will be fought by us women!

Our enemies shall watch how weturn our agony into victory.

It is time to reignite the holy fire that stood witnessto our oath, that only death will do us apart.

We shall offer ourselves to the holy fireand perform Jauhar!

Those who lust for our body,would not even get their hands on our shadows!

Our bodies will be reduced to ashes,but our pride and honour will remain immortal.

And that will be the biggest defeatof Alauddin's life!

My Queen...

Our King is no more!

The time has cometo don the veil of fire.

Shut the gates of the fort.

Shut the gates!

Charge!

Charge!

Hail the Goddess!

Queen Padmavati's Jauhar wasthe biggest defeat of Alauddin's life.

And Chittor's greatest victory.

Centuries later, the tale of hervalour and sacrifice echoes in the heart of India.

To this day, she is worshipped as the Goddess Queen,the destroyer of evil.

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