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It's not personal, Sophia.

You had a problem with me, Zubin,

but you evicted the Morpur family from their home.

Of course it's personal.

And you found loopholes in that as well.

Using force majeure to get a 45-day extension from the bank…

That's neat.

But your new plan of a fashion show fundraiser is not enough.

Neither for Motibagh,

nor for you.

Maybe.

But I won't back down, Zubin.

I'll raise 370 crores, come what may.

You just said, it's not personal.

If it's not personal,

come to the fundraiser.

And let's see, who really rules the world.

Maji-sa Hukum, it's me, Pankaj. Are you okay?

Who is it? Yes, I'm fine.

Is everyone back?

Yes, Hukum, they'll be here soon.

We have to prepare for the fashion show fundraiser.

Fashion show?

During the restoration, I tried my best, Aviraaj,

to preserve your Dad's memories for you.

Like it?

How did you do this?

You've got something here…

-Not allowed. -This isn't allowed either?

These count as manners.

-Right? -Cute.

Not allowed.

Fair. Rules are rules.

So, no "cute,"

no "aww," nothing.

What about hugs?

Hugs are like handshakes.

No.

It's just until the fundraiser, Aviraaj.

Yeah, yeah. We have to focus.

Exactly.

Because a palace without a Maharaja and a company without a CEO…

would be weird, right?

So…

no hugs.

-No hugs. -No kisses?

-No kisses. -No kisses.

Then we shouldn't meet alone.

I don't trust myself.

Okay.

No!

Rules.

Rules.

Hukum, Sophia ma'am, problem.

So we'll have to cancel the fundraiser?

I had asked Aviraaj not to cancel the contract. But no one listens to me!

I'm feeling light-headed. Get me a glass of water, please!

-Sure, Rani-sa. -And whiskey!

-What happened? What's wrong? -What's happening?

Ma'am, we'll have to disinvite the guests.

Based on the wrongful termination of the higher management,

we implemented force majeure,

but Zubin's sent us a new notice now.

You can't use The Royal B&B's name now,

and because of non-compete clause

you can't launch a new venture of this nature for one year either.

Sell everything I have. I don't need it.

You won't sell anything.

We have The Sukoon Mansion. Let's sell that.

You are forgetting about Sheet Mahal. We have that as well.

Diggy, you are forgetting that Sheet Mahal is mine.

So? Is this the time to make claims?

We are in trouble. Jinnie, we're all drowning.

-Fine, if you're so worried… -Hey, guys.

-Jinnie. -…sell your Shikaar Fort.

-No, I won't. You know-- -Calm down.

-One sec. -Why can't you do it?

-Not now. -One second.

You stay out of it.

-Why sell it? -This is not the time!

-My head! -Okay! Calm down, everyone.

They can't stop the fundraiser.

Okay? Zubin is trying to scare us and I won't fall for it.

It's all okay. The fundraiser will go as planned.

Everything is under control. I just need all of you to trust me.

-Yeah? -Fine.

It's all good.

-Fine. -Fine.

Happy now, Diggy? Stupid!

I'll fucking kill him!

-Soph. -Yeah?

Are you okay?

I knew Zubin will send this notice, I just didn't expect him…

to send it so soon.

What happens to your company?

If the fundraiser is a success,

then maybe…

I'll get my company back.

"If"? What if it isn't?

We'll handle it then.

No, I mean, what happens to us?

We won't let that happen, right?

Never.

And, also, have you seen us?

Zubin has no idea who he's messing with.

Force majeure.

You're so hot when you talk like that.

Rules.

Why don't we continue working together after this?

I'll remove the termination clause from the contract,

then you can never get rid of me.

Maybe not?

We have a lot of work. Come on.

We have a fundraiser to plan, Maharaja ji.

Guys, if we fail to pay back Zubin within the next 45 days…

we might lose Motibagh forever.

And my company as well.

But, thankfully, you are ready to auction

the heirloom pieces you inherited over generations,

which is gonna be very helpful.

This fundraiser is our only hope.

But we will do it.

Maurice, this trust fund is our only hope.

You know very well that this money rightfully belongs to my children.

I'm just respecting Pickle's wishes.

That trust fund was set up for Aviraaj, Digvijay and Divyaranjini.

I thought you're here for the book.

Which book?

My memoir.

I wrote a book on Pickles' and my life.

Who gave you the permission?

As I said, I'm doing this for him.

You are doing this because you weren't allowed to meet him in his final days.

Listen, Padmaja,

before we say something to each other

that we may regret later,

I suggest you leave.

Do not write a word about my children.

That's right, that's right!

Greetings, Hukum. Mr. Mehta is here.

What?

He is waiting over there.

Your Highness, my name is Adi Mehta.

I'm a historian. Thanks for your time.

I'm sorry, I can't do this today. I'm…

-Sorry. -How about tomorrow?

Tomorrow…

I understand your hesitation.

You feel Indian royalty doesn't get the respect they deserve.

And then suddenly people think of us

when they want us to become the face of royalty

for magazines, books, and tourism.

That's where I want to make the difference.

I want everyone to look up to you.

The book I'm writing is based on the Maharajas

who adopted their heirs.

Just like your grandfather.

You won't be named in the book.

Then what will it be?

Maharaja Maurice.

Maharaja Maurice.

I like it.

I like the name.

He has written a book on the two of them.

What?

It won't be easy,

but it's time to tell them the truth, Paddy.

You have to do it.

Okay.

Pankaj-sa, if I give you a three-piece suit

with just a tie and no suit, what would you do?

Where are the walls of this Shit Mahal?

Bai-sa, it's Sheet Mahal.

And I don't know much about it because no one ever goes there.

And I downloaded these pictures from Google, Bai-sa.

So, Dad gave me a property that's in ruins without even inspecting it?

So, if we lose Motibagh, where will I go?

But, Bai-sa, the good news is, Maharaja left you a large inheritance.

Inheritance? You mean, money?

-Yes. -And you're telling me now?

It wouldn't have made a difference anyway.

You'll get the money only after you marry a boy from a respectable family.

Right. Thank you.

What am I doing here, Niki?

Everything is going to Fizzy and Diggy.

I just inherited ruins in the name of a palace.

Sheet Mahal is a piece of shit mahal.

Jinnie…

I love you.

And for that mahal of yours, I'm sorry. I really am.

But can we focus on this palace today? Please.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, queen of bad vibes. Let's talk tonight.

But for now, stop sulking.

I'm not sulking.

Okay, I'm sulking a little but that's because I don't know what to do, Niki.

Flowers. Check the flower arrangements.

The decorator can't tell tuberoses from orchids.

-You'll help him? -Yeah.

Yeah?

Great. I'll see you.

Why are the chairs still here?

And what about the flowers?

Niki, where are you?

Soph, right here.

-Okay. Decor? -Almost.

-Seating arrangement? -Check.

-Flowers? -I asked Jinnie to handle it.

Smart girl.

But, Soph, I think there'll be a shortage of ground transportation and staff.

Don't worry about it.

-I know exactly who to call. -Who?

Spicy Salad.

Spicy Salad.

And, listen…

let Aviraaj handle the guest list.

Sophia Kanmani Shekhar

is going to share responsibilities with the Maharaja? Wow!

Niki, get back to work

and cut the nonsense.

You know what's nonsense? Your rules.

Niki, all of our futures depend on this fundraiser.

So, I really have to focus. Blinders on.

And this Maharaja…

He's a huge distraction.

She's a huge distraction.

And this fundraiser is equally important for all of us.

We have to make this work. There's no other option.

What do you think? Can you do it?

What else can I do?

And I'll tackle the rest later. It's not like I'm going anywhere.

What did you do to my brother?

How did this idiot suddenly turn so smart?

Yes, Keertana? No, it's not important.

Zubin and the Dhondis are planning on collaborating.

Have you seen this?

-Greetings, Hukum. -Greetings.

Rani-sa Hukum would like to see you.

Tell me. What's up?

I knew all about your dad and Maurice.

What?

I knew all about your dad and Maurice.

He told me.

But we decided…

to keep it between the two of us…

Because, before we got married…

we had decided that…

we won't tell anyone about it.

This is not a joke, Aviraaj.

It's the truth.

All these years,

I didn't even talk to him, Mom,

because I thought he broke our family.

Because I thought he hurt you.

But you…

You knew everything.

You…

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Didn't you ever think

that staying away from him might be hurting me?

Your Dad didn't want me to--

He didn't want a lot of things, Mom.

I thought he didn't want this marriage either.

Now it all makes sense.

Why he stayed away from home, from you.

It wasn't wrong.

It was all because he was stuck in this lavender fucking marriage.

When you don't know everything…

-It was difficult for me too. -You know what's difficult, Mom?

I can't ask for his forgiveness now even if I want to.

All my life, I have to live with this guilt

that I was a bad son.

What's the point in telling me now?

Maurice has written a book.

I don't know what's in it,

how many truths have been revealed in it.

But if everything came to light--

That'll be great.

I might finally understand my Dad.

Royals.

Their world seems like a fairy tale.

We read about them in our textbooks

or hear about them in stories as kids.

I met them in Morpur.

After stepping into the premises of Motibagh,

I saw what we see in every household.

A lot of love, family,

affection, and a lot of stories.

That's why everything in Motibagh is not just expensive,

but invaluable.

So, don't hold yourself back while bidding today.

Take one of Motibagh's stories back with you.

To begin it all, let's put our hands together

for Rajmata Ma Sahiba Bhagyashree Devi.

On this historical night,

I, Maharaja Aviraaj Singh, Morpur, welcome all of you.

A token from my great-grandmother Maharani Ahilya Devi's legendary life,

her bridal trousseau.

Today, the legend of our family, Bhagyashree Ma Sahiba is wearing it today.

Motibagh Mahal of Morpur was built 200 years ago,

but our butler, Girdhari-sa has been its firm foundation for the last 40 years.

And he's wearing my great-grandfather Maharaja Randeep Singh's bandhgala today.

Items one to six on our bidding list.

These vintage couture pieces,

watches, jewels,

beautifully and preciously restored

by finery couturiers, Abu Jani and Sandeep Khosla.

About 100 years ago,

the princess of Ceylon

gifted this Chantilly lace saree to the Maharani of Morpur.

And my mother, Maharani Padmaja Devi, looks dazzling in it today.

And she's accompanied by Maharani's ever-loyal ladies-in-waiting,

and her frank ally and friend, Rambha Devi.

Make sure the light faders sync to the pyros.

Okay, sir.

And the pyros must light up together, remember.

Okay.

What's up?

I can't find Jinnie.

What do you mean you can't find Jinnie?

She's supposed to go on stage next.

Let me try.

And here comes our multi-talented Prince Digvijay Singh…

along with Motibagh's pillars of strength, Rafiq chacha and Pankaj Kamaavat.

What's happening, guys?

Jinnie's gone.

-What do you mean by gone? -She's not answering her phone.

She's gone.

Fuck!

Who do we give Jinnie's lehenga to?

-Keertana, go, find her. -Yes, yes.

Shit.

What do we do now?

What?

Sporting the neck piece crafted by Thewa artisans from 1780,

our new Maharaja, Maharaja Aviraaj Singh.

Come.

Soph.

Come with me.

Embellished with pearls and gem stones,

this necklace is being presented before you

by a very special young lady, Sophia Kanmani Shekhar.

Ma'am!

Welcome back.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I'm sorry.

I kept this huge secret from you all these years.

No, Mom.

Dad didn't want us to know, what could you have done?

In fact, you had to bear this weight by yourself.

But not anymore.

Fizzy…

I…

Mom…

It's okay.

Everything went well today, right?

That's your win.

Our win.

Tonight, you celebrate.

I love you.

Salad has made another bid of 1.2 crores for the Ravi Varma.

Okay, great. Next.

Gaurav Biyani bid on the Kashmir princess' necklace,

fifteen crores.

-Are you kidding? What, ma'am! -What!

Amazing.

Okay.

Almost there.

Adi.

You know, I never understood

why Pickles liked this painting so much.

Do you know why?

Please leave.

Easy, P.

I'm not here to fight.

I'm a lover, not a fighter.

And why should we fight? Both of us loved him.

Yes, the way we loved him was different, but…

we loved the same person.

Why are you here?

Whatever I'm doing,

I'm doing for him.

He always lived a lie,

it's time to reveal his truth.

His truth and ours.

Not yours.

I won't write anything about the children. You have my word.

You know, I never expected

to stand here in this room again, in front of this painting.

He's still here.

My Maharaja.

Our Maharaja.

Thank you, Padmaja, for preserving all of this.

Thank Sophia.

Stay as long as you want to.

Shall we calculate again?

We've done that thrice.

What happens if we can't raise the full amount?

Maybe…

Nothing's gonna happen till tomorrow, guys

We've worked hard today. Let's just get some rest.

Yeah?

-Ma'am, this-- -Tomorrow.

-Good night, ma'am. -Good night.

-See you tomorrow. -Good night.

Good night.

Girdhari-sa, leave us alone for some time, please.

I'm sorry, Hukum, but…

someone left this letter for you two.

"Miss Shekhar,

you've returned the love I had lost."

"The way you've preserved Yuvanath's memories, for that…

I can never thank you enough."

Aviraaj, I…

think you should read this.

Keep reading.

"Aviraaj, your dad always believed in Fizzy."

"And you've proved him right."

"This money was entrusted to me for the Maharaja of Morpur…"

"And, today, I'm handing it back to the Maharaja of Morpur."

"In return, I'm only taking a painting as Yuvanath's keepsake."

Aviraaj, we don't have to take this.

Hey.

We don't have to do this.

Yes, we do.

We must.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Yeah I am.

You did it.

You did it.

You brought me back from Madurai.

You came to Motibagh.

You asked my name at the bar.

You beat Coffee in the race.

You are such an ass.

You're such a pain in that ass.

You can't see anyone but yourself.

You didn't love anyone but yourself.

-Lights? -On maybe.

You still think this is bad idea?

Very bad idea.

You won't let me live in peace.

Where were you last night, Jinnie?

At a friend's place. What does it matter, anyway?

After a long time, our family is together.

We fought the case together,

won it, and our family got Motibagh back.

Aviraaj has been crowned.

Diggy is finally going to London for gastritis.

Gastronautics.

He's going to London for the final round of Gastronautics.

It feels

like finally something good is happening in our family.

Mom, how many times are you gonna say "family"?

It sounds like a sermon.

All your mother is trying to say

that Motibagh finally feels like home again.

Yes.

And because all of us are here today,

I would like to discuss something important.

Mom, I'm late for the press conference.

Aviraaj, stay for a few minutes.

It's time for my flight. I have to run.

I'll call you from the airport.

-Excuse me. -Safe travels.

-Thank you. -Safe travels.

I've to go, meet a friend too. So, I'll also take a leave.

-Bye, Mom. Bye, Maji. -See you.

Some other day, Paddy.

Shall we discuss our new company after the press conference?

Let's begin the press conference.

You may present your questions to Maharaja.

One by one. One by one, please.

Lakshmi ji, your question please.

-I have a question… -Sir.

Greetings. Congratulations on a successful fundraiser, Sophia ji.

Thank you.

Are you planning on joining WorkPotato again?

You'll hear about my next plan at the right time.

-Maharaji ji. Maharaja ji. -Ma'am, ma'am.

Down the fourth row… Mr. Rajiv.

-Maharaja ji! -Ma'am, ma'am…

Maharaja ji, a few months back,

you named the public commoner ladies and gentlemen.

Do you really believe

that a common man is as special as the royals?

Yes, of course. And now, I can say this with confidence.

Wait, wait.

Did you bring your entire royal kitchen with you?

Sorry, sorry. Excuse me. Sorry.

If I miss my flight because of your bags, I'll never forgive you.

It's okay. I got it, I got it.

Then Pankaj-sa showed me Sheet Mahal's pictures, and there was nothing there.

That means, I have nothing.

What can I do?

Sue them.

Sue them?

Sue Fizzy and Diggy?

Yeah.

You have equal rights to the property, just like your brothers.

Or get married.

Don't sail on two boats, you'll drown.

Hukum, there's something urgent.

Rajiv ji, next question.

Let's keep it going. Next question, please.

Next question, please.

Ma'am.

-Maharaja ji! -Sit down, please. Sit down. Please!

Maintain the decorum. Please!

-Maharaja ji! -Maharaja ji!

-I request you, please sit down. -Maharaja ji!

-Maharaja ji! -Maharaja ji!

Dilip, what are you doing? The boarding has started.

Dilip! Boarding.

What happened?

-Maharaja ji! Maharaja ji, please! -Please!

-Please. -One question!

-Please! Please calm down. -Sir! Sir! Please, one question.

Mr. Vinod. Mr. Vinod.

It's being alleged that Adi Mehta's latest book,

My Maharaja Maurice, mentions that Maharaja Yuvanath and he were lovers.

Were you aware of this?

-Maharaja ji… -Hukum.

Maharaja ji, one question!

No personal questions, please.

Reports are that you are Maharani Padmaja Devi's illegitimate son.

-Is this true? -What!

Excuse me?

Does Morpur's crown belong to Prince Digvijay and Princess Divyaranjini?

Answer us, please.

We're wrapping up the press conference. No more questions, please!

Stay seated please! Please stay where you are!

Please stay where you are! Please! I request you!

The press conference is over!

What happened, Jinnie?

Nothing.

Can we do this later, please?

Sorry. Thank you.

Please! No more questions!

No more questions! Stay seated, please!

Yes, Padmaja. I just read the news.

You gave me your word, Adi, that you'll keep the children out of this.

Then how did this news get out?

-Maharaja ji… -Did your family keep this from you?

Trust me, Padmaja, I didn't say anything to anyone.

Answer us!

Out!

Please get out!

Hukum! Hukum, this way, please. Please come.

I have nothing to do with this.

This wasn't me, all right?

Did my dear Paddy like my gift?

I had warned you,

messing with me will cost you dearly, Padmaja.

Move! Step back!

Subtitle translation by: Sheela Sijin Mathews