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It's not personal, Sophia.

You had a problem with me, Zubin,

but you threw the Morpur family out of their house.

Of course, it's personal.

But you found a loophole in that.

Using force majeure with the bank, giving you a 45-day extension.

Not bad, I admit.

But your new plan of a fashion show fundraiser,

it's not enough.

Not for Motibagh,

not for you, either.

Maybe you are right.

But I'm not gonna back down now, Zubin.

I will do whatever it takes to raise those 370 crores.

You said it's not personal.

If it's not personal,

then come for the fundraiser.

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

♪ Who rules the world ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

Your Majesty, it's Pankaj. Have you… Have you been all right?

Yes, yes. I'm all good.

Are you back now?

Yes, Your Majesty.

They'll all be back soon to prepare for the fashion show fundraiser.

Fashion show?

♪ My baby, baby, don't you cry Come to Mama ♪

♪ Cause Daddy's gonna get you Diamonds and drama ♪

♪ Oh baby, baby We are the tycoons ♪

♪ Who rules the world Everyone dances to my tunes ♪

♪ Old money, blue blood Rolling out the red rug ♪

♪ Cause we coming at the scene Cause I got the genes ♪

♪ Coming from a long line Of kings and queens ♪

♪ Royal, sheen, royal Taking whatever we please, royal ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

While doing the restoration, the only thing I wanted, Aviraaj,

was that I can preserve your father's memories for you.

Like it?

How do you do it so well?

-You've got something-- -M-hmm? Hmm?

-Not allowed. -That's not allowed?

M-hmm!

-That counts as manners, doesn't it? -Hmm…

-No? -Cute.

Not allowed.

Fair. Rules are rules.

So, no "cute,"

no "aww," nothing.

What about hugs?

- Hugs are like handshakes, aren't they? - No.

It's only till 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.

M-hmm!

- No hugs. - No kisses?

-No kisses. -No kisses.

Then no more meeting like this in private, okay?

It could go so wrong.

Okay.

No.

No!

Rules.

Rules.

Your Majesty, Sophia Ma'am, a problem.

The fashion show fundraiser will have to be cancelled?

I told Aviraaj not to. The contract shouldn't be cancelled.

But no one listens to me!

I feel dizzy. Get me some water now.

- Yes, Your Majesty! - And whiskey for me!

-What's all this fuss about, guys? -What's happening?

Ma'am, I'm afraid, we will have to uninvite all the guests.

On the basis of wrongful dismissal of the senior management,

we triggered the force majeure clause, but Zubin has issued a fresh notice.

So now, you can't use the Royal B&B name anymore

and because of the non-compete clause,

for one year, you can't launch a new venture of this kind. Any of you.

Sell whatever I have, whatever you want to. I don't need it.

That won't be necessary.

We still have Sukoon Ghar, don't we? We'll sell that.

And remember Sheeth Mahal, the winter palace. We'll sell that.

Diggy. Did you forget that Sheeth Mahal belongs to me now?

Oh, so? You want to do "mine and yours" right now?

We're all in trouble, Jinnie, and we're all going to sink together.

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

-Jinnie. -…sell Shikaar Baadi, shouldn't you?

-Shikaar Baadi can't be sold. You know-- -Fizzy.

- Why can't you? - You know why.

-Now's not the time! -Okay!

Calm down, everyone.

He cannot stop the fundraiser.

Okay? Zubin is trying to scare us.

And I am not going to let him do that to me.

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?

You know, I expected Zubin to send a notice.

But he will send a notice so soon,

I did not expect that.

What about your company though?

If the fundraiser is successful,

then maybe…

I can manage getting my company back.

"If"?

What if it isn't?

We will figure it out then.

No, I mean, what will happen to us?

We are not going to 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.

Should we keep working together after this?

I'll remove the termination clause from the contract

and then you'll never be able to get rid of me.

Maybe not?

We have a lot of work to do. Come on.

We have a fundraiser to plan, Maharaja ji.

Guys, if in the next 45 days, we don't return Zubin's money,

then we may lose this palace forever and our company too.

But thankfully,

all of you have offered your inherited antique pieces

for this auction, which is going to be very helpful.

This fundraiser is our only hope.

And we will do it.

Maurice, this trust fund is our only hope.

You know very well, don't you? This money belongs to my children.

But my Pickles' wishes are all I'm respecting.

A trust fund for Aviraaj, Digvijay and Divyaranjini should have been made.

I thought it was the book that made you come here.

Which one? Hmm?

My memoir.

Pickles and a life spent with him. In happiness.

Permissions need to be in place.

As I'm telling you, I'm doing this for him.

You mean you're doing this

because I prevented your very last meeting.

Listen, Padmaja,

it's better that you leave before something is said.

Could be either of us.

But I do know, that we'd both regret it.

Don't write a single word about any child of mine.

Yeah! Woah, woah! That's right!

-Namaste, Your Highness. -Good afternoon.

Mr. Mehta is here.

-Where is he? -He… He is waiting over there.

Your Highness, my name is Adi Mehta.

I'm a historian. I'm so very grateful for your time.

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

Err… Tomorrow then?

Umm…

- Well… - Ah…

I can understand your hesitation.

You probably think that Indian royalty isn't respected.

Until all of a sudden,

we're remembered and paraded as fine specimens of royalty

to sell magazines, or tourism.

And royalty becomes popular again.

That's where I want to make the difference.

I want to shed light on the difficulties you face.

I'm writing a book about Maharajas, and those whose heirs were adopted.

-Hmm? -Just like your grandfather.

I promise, your name will not appear in print.

Whose then?

Maharaja Maurice.

Maharaja Maurice.

I like it.

I like the name.

He has written a book about the both of them.

What?

It's not easy to do it,

but the time has come to tell the truth, Paddy.

You have to do it.

Okay.

Okay, Pankaj, if I gave you a three-piece suit

made up of no suit and just a tie, what would you do?

This Shit Mahal hasn't got any walls?

Your Ladyship, it's Sheeth Mahal.

And I'm not sure about the lack of walls because no one ever goes there.

These pictures are from Google, downloaded especially.

So Baba gave me, without seeing it, a completely dilapidated property?

So, if we lose Motibagh, then where am I going to live?

Uh… But, Your Majesty,

one good thing is that the Maharaja

has also left some wealth solely in your name.

Err… Wealth? You mean, money?

-Yes, money. -And you're only telling me now.

There seemed little point in telling you earlier,

because you'll only get this money when you marry a boy from a good family.

Oh, right. Thank you.

What am I doing here, Niki?

Fizzy and Diggy are getting everything.

I'm getting ruins in the name of a palace.

Sheeth Mahal is a piece of shit mahal.

-Jinnie? -Uh-huh?

I love you.

And as far as your palace goes, I'm sorry. I really am.

But how about a little bit of focus on this palace today, please?

Hmm. Yeah, okay.

Okay. Major bad vibes here.

We'll talk about this tonight.

But for now, don't sulk.

Who's sulking anyway?

All right, I'm sulking just a little,

but… it's because I don't know what to do, Niki.

Flowers. Go and check the flower arrangements.

The guy who's doing the setting

doesn't know anything about tuberoses and orchids.

-You'll help him? -Yeah.

Yeah? Great. See you later.

Why are these chairs lying around like this?

And what about the flowers?

Niki, where are you?

Soph, right here.

-Okay. Decor? -Almost.

-Seating arrangement? -Check.

-Flowers? -Jinnie is doing them.

Smart girl.

But, Soph, I think ground transportation and staff might have a shortage.

Don't worry about it.

-I know exactly who to call. -Who?

-Spicy Salad. -Spicy Salad.

And listen, the guest list, let Aviraaj handle it.

Sophia Kanmani Shekhar

will share responsibility with the Maharaja. Wow!

Niki, please concentrate and don’t talk crap.

-You know what's real crap? -Hmm?

Your rules.

Niki, this fundraiser has all of our futures' depending on it.

So, I really have to focus. Blinders on.

And our Maharaja here…

Such a massive distraction.

She's a massive distraction, man.

And the fundraiser is equally important for all of us.

We have to make this work. There is just no option.

What do you think? You'll be able to do it?

What else can I do?

We can figure it out later. I'm not going anywhere.

What's happened to my brother? Hmm?

And who's this imposter that's suddenly so intelligent?

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

Zubin and the Dhondis are going to be collaborating.

Have you seen this?

-Namaste, Your Highness. -Namaste.

Her Majesty wants to see you.

Tell me. What's up?

I knew about your baba and Maurice before you told me.

What?

I knew everything about your baba and Maurice before you told me.

He had told me.

But we decided to keep it a secret.

Because before we got married,

we had… discussed it together.

And over time, decided together that…

that we wouldn't tell this to anyone.

This is not a joke, Aviraaj.

It is the truth.

For years on end,

I didn't even speak to him, Maa,

thinking that he broke this home.

Thinking that he hurt you.

But you…

You knew everything.

And you…

I didn't want to keep the secret.

You didn't even stop to think once that

maybe I am not happy staying away from him?

Perhaps your baba did not want to--

My baba didn't want many things, Maa.

I thought he didn't want this marriage.

But now it all makes sense.

His staying away from home, staying away from you,

it's all justified.

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

You don't know everything that happened, so please don't…

Please see that it was difficult, Aviraaj.

You know what's difficult, Maa?

Now I can't apologise to him even if I want to.

All my life, I have to live with this guilt

that I was a bad son.

What's the use of telling me this now?

Maurice has written a book.

I don't know what will be in it…

or if any of it is true.

But if everything were to come out though--

That's good.

Maybe for the first time, I'll be able to understand my baba.

Royals.

Their world seems like a fairy tale to us.

We either meet them in our school books

or in our childhood stories.

I met them in Morpur for the first time.

As I passed through the gates of Motibagh,

I saw exactly what you see in every common house.

Lots of love, family,

affection and tons of stories.

This is why everything at Motibagh isn't just expensive,

it's precious.

That's why, today, bid generously.

Take a story from Motibagh back with you.

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

for our Queen Mother, Your Majesty Bhagyashree Devi.

On this historic evening,

I, Maharaja Aviraaj Singh, Morpur,

welcome you all.

The last memento of the legendary life of my great-grandmother,

Maharani Ahilya Devi, her wedding dress.

Today, worn by our family's legend, Bhagyashree Ma Sahiba.

Motibagh Palace of Morpur is 200 years old.

And for the past 40 years,

its foundation has been our cook, Girdhari,

who is here tonight wearing the formal dress suit

of our great-grandfather, Maharaja Randeep Singh.

Items one to six on our bidding list.

These vintage couture pieces,

watches, jewels,

beautifully and preciously restored

by pioneering couturiers, Abu Jani and Sandeep Khosla.

Over 100 years ago,

the princess of Ceylon

gifted this stunning attire to the Maharani of Morpur.

And today, it's looking beautiful on my mother, Maharani Padmaja Devi.

Constantly by her side are her eternally-loyal maids

and her loquacious companion and dear friend, Rambha Devi.

The person you're calling is not answering…

Okay, sir.

And all those pyros should work together. Remember.

-Sure, sir. -What's up?

-I can't find Jinnie. -You can't find Jinnie, meaning?

She's supposed to be on stage next. Let me try.

And now please welcome our multi-talented Prince, Digvijay Singh…

supported by the strong shoulders of Motibagh,

Mr. Rafiq and Mr. Pankaj Kamao.

What's happening, guys?

Jinnie's gone.

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

She's gone.

Fuck!

Who's going to wear Jinnie's outfit now?

-Keertana, come on, go look for her. -Yes, ma'am.

What?

So, now? What are we going to do?

What?

Presenting a Thewa craft necklace of 1780, is our new Maharaja,

Maharaja Aviraaj Singh.

Come.

Soph.

Come with me.

This necklace made of pearls and rubies

is worn today by our very own special young lady,

Sophia Kanmani Shekhar.

Ma'am!

♪ Old money, blue blood Rolling out the red rug ♪

♪ Cause we coming at the scene Cause I got the genes ♪

♪ Coming from a long line Of kings and queens ♪

♪ Royal, sheen, royal Taking whatever we please, royal ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

♪ The world is at my feet Who rules the world? That is me ♪

Welcome back.

♪ Royal, royal ♪

♪ Royal, royal ♪

♪ Royal, royal ♪

♪ Old money, blue blood Rolling out the red rug ♪

♪ Old money, blue blood ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

I'm sorry, Maa.

I'm sorry.

I hid such a secret from you for so many years.

No, Maa.

Baba didn't want to tell us himself, what could you have done?

You lived with the burden of this secret single-handedly.

Not anymore.

Fizzy…

But…

Maa, it's okay.

See, everything went so well today, didn't it?

This is also your win. It's a win for all of us.

Tonight, you celebrate.

I love you.

Salad has made another bid on a Ravi Varma piece. 1.2 crore.

Okay, great. Next.

Gaurav Biyani bid on the Kashmir princess' necklace.

Fifteen crores.

-Fifteen crores, ma'am! -Amazing!

Okay.

Almost there.

Adi.

You know, I never fully understood

why it was that 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? He was the love of both our lives.

Yes, the expression of love was different but…

the person was the same. Was he not?

Why are you here?

Whatever I'm doing, I'm doing it only for him.

He had to live a lie for his whole life.

And now the time is here.

For truth. For him.

Not for you.

I will not write about any of the children.

You have my word.

You know, if I'm honest,

I never thought that I'd make it back to this room,

see that painting again. But here I am.

He lives on in here. My Maharaja.

Our Maharaja.

Thank you, Padmaja, for preserving all of this.

Thank Sophia.

Stay as long as you want to.

-Worth doing the numbers again? -We've done it thrice already.

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

Is this possible that…?

Let's deal with it tomorrow, guys. We all have worked very hard.

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, would you mind leaving us alone for a minute, please?

Excuse me, Your Majesty, but err…

a gentleman has given this letter I have here, for both of you.

MISS SHEKHAR

"Miss Shekhar,

the love I thought I'd once lost, you've helped me find it again.

What you have done for me by restoring Yuvanath's memories,

no amount of gratitude would ever me enough."

Aviraaj, I…

I think you should read this.

Keep going.

"Aviraaj, your father always had complete faith in his Fizzy.

And you have proved him absolutely right.

This money rightfully belongs to the Maharaja of Morpur which…

[soft heartfelt music

which today, I am handing over to the Maharaja of Morpur.

In return, I'm just taking a painting in memory of Yuvanath."

Aviraaj, we… 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 came to Madhurai to get me.

You came to Motibagh.

You asked my name at the bar.

You defeated Coffee in a race.

You were such an ass.

You were such a pain in that ass.

You don't see anybody else except yourself.

You didn't like anybody except yourself.

-Lights? -On, maybe.

You still think this is a bad idea?

Very bad idea.

You won't let me live in peace, right?

Where were you last night, Jinnie?

With a friend. Anyway, what difference did it make?

Today, the whole family is together after a while.

We fought the case together.

We won.

Our family got back Motibagh.

Aviraaj's coronation has taken place.

And yes, Diggy's gastritis final is taking him to London.

Gastronautics.

Yes, the Gastronautics final is in London.

Looks like at last,

something good is finally happening to our whole family.

Mom, how many more times are you going to say family?

It seems like I am listening to a sermon.

Your mother just wants to say that finally Motibagh feels just like home again.

Yes.

And since we are all together today,

I want to talk to all of you about something important.

-Maa, I'm late for the press conference. -Aviraaj, please sit for a while.

It's time for my flight. I have to run. I'll call you from the airport.

- See you soon. - Safe travels.

-Thank you. -Safe travels.

I also have to meet a friend of mine. So, I'll also take your leave.

- Bye, Maa. Bye, Maji. - See you.

Some other day, Paddy.

Psst.

After the press conference, shall we talk about our new company?

This press conference is ready to begin.

You may address your questions to the Maharaja.

One by one. One by one, please.

Ms. Lakshmi, you may ask your question.

Thank you. Congratulations on a successful fundraiser, Sophia ma'am.

Thank you.

So, are you planning on joining WorkPotato again?

Whatever plans I have for the future, you will know when the time is right.

- Ma'am. - Excuse me, Your Highness?

From the fourth row. Mr. Rajeev.

Your Highness, a few months ago,

you said that the normal gentlemen and ladies were special.

Do you really believe

that the common man is as special as the royals?

Absolutely.

And now, I can say this with conviction.

Have you brought the entire royal kitchen with you?

-Hmm? -Sorry. Excuse me. Sorry.

If scanning all your bags means I miss my flight,

I'll never forgive you.

Oh?

No problem. I got it.

And then Pankaj showed me some pictures of Sheeth Mahal

and you wouldn't believe them. That means… I have nothing.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

You could take them to court.

Court? Fizzy and Diggy… take them to court?

Yeah.

Those properties belong to you

just as much as they do to either of your brothers.

Unless you want a husband, do you?

By straddling two boats, all you're going to do is drown.

Your Majesty, there's some urgent matter.

Mr. Rajeev, do you have a question?

Come on, keep going.

Ask the next question, please.

I think someone's slandering him.

Please, calm down! Mr. Vinod!

The plane is boarding!

Dilip. Boarding.

What's wrong?

In a press release, we've just heard, in his new book,

My Maharaja Maurice,

Adi Mehta has written that Maharaja Yuvanath and he were lovers.

Were you aware of it?

- Umm… No… No personal questions, please. - All right, ma'am.

It's being reported that you are the illegitimate child

of Maharani Padmaja Devi. Is this true?

Excuse me?

Does the crown of Morpur

belong to Prince Digvijay and Princess Divyaranjini?

Any comments, Your Majesty?

Press conference is now over.

No more questions, please!

What is it, Jinnie?

Nothing. Uh…

Can we do this later, please? Sorry. Thank you.

Yes, Padmaja. I've just seen the news.

You promised, Adi.

Promised you wouldn't involve the children.

Tell me why you've done this.

Trust me, Padmaja, I promise, I haven't told anyone.

I have nothing to do with this, I swear!

This wasn't me, all right?

I hope you like my gift, Paddy.

I warned you, didn't I?

Making an enemy out of me would cost you dearly, Padmaja!

Move back!

♪ Old money, blue blood Rolling out the red rug ♪

♪ Cause we coming at the scene Cause I got the genes ♪

♪ Coming from a long line Of kings and queens ♪

♪ Royal, sheen, royal Taking whatever we please, royal ♪

♪ The world is at my feet Who rules the world? That is me ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

♪ My baby, my baby ♪

♪ My baby, baby don't you cry Come to Mama ♪

♪ Who rules the world Who needs no diamonds and drama ♪

♪ Hearts are also connected In the game of eyes ♪

♪ The whole world is now at your feet ♪

♪ I am the woman, I'm the Goddess I'm going to get up to the top ♪

♪ I'm going to turn around the system I'm the force that you can't stop ♪

♪ Got the zeal, royal feel, royal Tumbling crowns at my feet, royal ♪

♪ The world is at my feet Who rules the world? Me ♪

♪ Cause we coming at the scene Cause I got the genes ♪

♪ Coming from a long line Of kings and queens ♪

♪ Royal, sheen, royal Taking whatever we please, royal ♪

♪ The world is at my feet Who rules the world? That is me ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

♪ My baby, baby don't you cry Come to Mama ♪

♪ Who rules the world Who needs no diamonds and drama ♪

♪ It's not for nothing That my heart loves someone ♪

♪ Who rules the world There is no doubt ♪

♪ Cause we coming at the scene Cause I got the genes ♪

♪ Coming from a long line Of kings and queens ♪

♪ Royal, sheen, royal Taking whatever we please, royal ♪

♪ The world is at my feet Who rules the world? That is me ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪

♪ Who rules the world ♪