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Shibaagh! Wake up, Shibaagh!

Wake up, Shibaagh!

You must not stop. Keep running.

Remember this day.

Mother!

And let this day make your destiny!

No.

-Mother. No, Mother. -Go. Leave this place.

-Go, Shibaagh. -No, Mother!

Don't stop.

Mother!

Mother!

This day will change your destiny.

Never forget this day.

This day will change your destiny.

-I shall always be in your thoughts. -No!

Mother!

Mother!

No.

I will always guide you.

You must write your own destiny.

Mother!

No.

Shibaagh?

He died with his mother.

This is all that's left of him.

The scar on my face reminds me of the bad times.

Mother!

And this spur...

is the only good memory of that past.

You carry this reminder of your bad times with pride.

From today you shall carry this memory just as proudly.

The Shah of Persia has sent orders to join forces.

Or else, he shall attack Samarkand.

Pity that Persian.

He wants me to be scared.

Fine. I'm scared.

And now? Shall I bow before him?

Qambar Ali.

Send my message to the Shah...

that he can dream on.

Sire, the Shah of Persia is one of the mightiest--

So?

Babur also tried to challenge me.

And now he's wandering in the wilderness,

wallowing in his failed efforts.

Sire, his efforts are bearing fruit.

He no longer roams in disappointment.

Everyone's kneeling before Babur's wrath.

Babur is laying siege on smaller towns,

winning over them

and recruiting them.

He's building an army.

Pardon me, my Lord.

I am just informing you.

How are you?

My Babur, it's been so long.

Five moons have passed.

Your son was busy counting the men he's gathering,

increasing his army's strength.

I didn't realise the passage of time.

But you remember each day, each night.

Not a single moment went by when you didn't pray for your son.

You too.

Babur, your grandmother's eyes were always glued to the door.

Some relationships are like air.

You may not see them.

But you can't live without them either.

Why wouldn't I wait for him?

After all, I'm his grandmother.

I apologise for my past mistakes.

I shouldn't have been so harsh.

No, Grandmother, your harshness gave me strength.

Without you, I wouldn't be here today.

I was never in favour of bloodshed.

But you made me realise the worth of being a soldier,

the worth of my strength.

I've heard that King Babur has won many townships in the east?

You've been keeping track.

Every small victory means

more soldiers in our army.

And a bigger army means I am that much closer to Samarkand.

And Khanzada.

No need to draw your sword.

You're not on the battlefield.

There's no danger here.

This is Maham. Baisanghar's daughter.

She's been looking after your mother.

Thank you.

She's the one who saved Kutlugh from drowning in the lake too.

I can never repay your debt...

but please accept this small token as gratitude.

It's my privilege to serve you and your family.

Don't embarrass me with these gifts.

My happiness lies in your service,

and no tokens can match that.

How did you know?

I even know how long you've been here.

What were you watching?

Not watching, but reading.

The story of your pain written on your back.

Others feel your pain too.

You were sent to call him, not to stand here chatting.

I was just about to--

Wazir Khan and Baisanghar wish to have a word with you, Babur.

A lot has happened in Samarkand in our absence.

Shaibani Khan came up against the Shah of Persia recently.

And the Shah asked Shaibani to align with him.

Wild horses can't be tamed that easily.

Shaibani will never accept this offer.

You're right, my Lord.

Shaibani rejected the offer in not the kindest words.

Now the Shah will want revenge for this humiliation.

And we shall help him.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The sooner we get aid from the Shah

the sooner we can reach Khanzada.

Every moment without my sister reminds me of my failure.

I must free her from that captivity.

That's all.

Going through trauma is no excuse for torturing others.

Everyone has endured pain.

He was only 10.

I was 11 when I lost everything.

You were 16, and your brother was 14.

Haven't you suffered enough?

What has Shaibani done to you

that you hate him so much?

-I was-- -King Shaibani is on his way.

Congratulations.

You'll get to spend a few more days in the open air, free from imprisonment.

I leave for an attack tomorrow.

There's a kingdom in the north, Kaziganj.

Just like you.

Stubborn.

Every year I try to win it but end up defeated.

So, you will win this time.

Just like you won me over.

Father always used to say.

The kingdoms in the north are blessed by the grace of nature.

The altitude and the cold are enough to keep any invasion at bay.

How many soldiers are you taking?

My entire army will go with me.

10,000 soldiers.

And how will you go?

On horseback. How else?

In my opinion, you should take a small army.

Only your best soldiers.

And take mules.

Mules are better for climbing mountains compared to horses,

and they make less noise.

The more silent your attack

the more your victory will resonate.

The small towns are worried about Shaibani's attacks, my Lord.

We should offer them protection and ask for their loyalty in exchange...

Forgive me. I fell asleep.

If you're awake now, can we talk about more important things?

What were you saying, Wazir Khan?

If these towns join hands with us,

then 2,000 soldiers will join our army.

This town faces east.

I suggest we plan our attack from the west.

This way they won't see us coming.

And at the crack of dawn--

We've no enmity with this town.

It's stupid to speak without knowing the conversation.

We should initiate dialogue with them.

Dialogue.

Dialogue is a shield for the weak.

Your mother and grandmother are waiting for you.

Are you coming?

My father always taught me that

lands can be won with swords,

but loyalty only through strategy.

So, let's talk to them.

Maybe we won't have to use force.

Give me a tobacco pouch.

-Are you all right? -Yes, of course.

No, you're not all right.

It's been two years.

You built an army by winning over small kingdoms,

but it feels like you don't want to wage war.

That can only happen for two reasons.

If one is too scared to die or if one has found a purpose to live for.

And I know you don't fear death.

You're willing to forego everything

just for some village belle?

Have you forgotten that your sister is at Shaibani's mercy?

Whether a person is born in palaces or on the streets,

he's just a mere mortal,

a slave to his emotions.

And...

Your emotions are getting the better of you, Qasim.

I've always respected your love and I'm thankful for it,

but friendship is all I have to offer you.

I want you to go meet the Shah of Persia

with my message of friendship.

It seems like you don't need me.

That's why you're sending me away.

I trust you, so I am sending you.

Imagine when we conquer Samarkand

and ride down it's streets,

everyone will wonder that

the Qasim who lived on these same streets

is now an aide to the king.

So, go and lay the foundation to strengthen my army.

Yes, my King.

Congratulations.

My father tells me you've gained one more victory.

Thank you.

Are you recording your victory?

And past failures too.

Without them, my victories are incomplete.

Has your father sent a message?

Grandmother?

Can I not come with my own message?

Tell me.

Read it for yourself.

I've recorded another victory in my Baburnama.

Maham's victory over Umar Shaikh's son, Babur.

You lost to a simple village girl, my King.

What does that make you?

Human.

Who let you out here?

And who appointed you my guardian, Qambar Ali?

Ever since Shaibani showed kindness to you,

you've been flying high.

I wonder what spell you've cast on him.

But I will expose your game.

And then Shaibani will show you his true nature.

Worry about yourself, not me.

I've already cast my spell.

Now I just have to convince Shaibani a traitor will always remain a traitor.

You will fail like your brother.

It doesn't matter how big an army Babur builds.

He will always lose to Shaibani.

And I shall eagerly wait to celebrate his failure.

Did you hear what Qambar said?

That idiot gave me a big piece of information.

Babur is gathering forces, Aitbaar.

But...

It's time to send Babur a message.

Hurry up.

You...

Words have the power to overthrow regimes.

Don't overthink.

I can't.

You won't get this opportunity again.

Turn Shaibani's weaknesses into your brother's strength.

You understand his strategies.

Now just relay them to Babur.

God willing, victory shall be ours.

Then why do I feel defeated?

Shaibani is not worth your concern.

You wanted to know why I hate him.

Shaibani snatched away all happiness from a simple boy.

He made me go through every torture that was inflicted upon him.

I used to scream in pain.

Beg for mercy...

but his men wouldn't stop.

One after another they violated me.

The torture wouldn't stop till I fell unconscious.

And when that didn't break me,

I was castrated.

They turned me from a man into a eunuch.

All this because my father spoke against his tyranny.

That monster doesn't deserve your sympathy and love.

I don't love Shaibani!

You don't?

Then is he capable enough to turn you blind to his deeds?

Is he capable enough to make your family wander in the jungles?

Is he capable enough to win your loyalty?

Khanzada!

Khanzada!

It took me seven years to conquer Kaziganj.

And this is your victory.

This crown belongs to you.

Why do you look disappointed?

Has someone said something to you?

Do you think you can defeat Shaibani?

I can try.

Qasim's message gives me hope

that the Shah will help us.

While Wazir and Baisanghar gather all the tribes under our flag,

Qasim will also be back.

This could be your last chance.

I will take this chance.

If all goes well,

five weeks from now, my sister will be by my side.

And if we fall short of men or weapons,

then we shall gather stones as ammunition.

But I will try.

All you had to do was ask.

What?

Why were you sending a message to your brother?

Why were you betraying sire?

All you had to do was ask.

Fine, let me ask.

"I want to inform you that..."

Betrayal isn't the only motive behind messages.

Yes, I was sending a message to my brother.

I have something to be happy about after years.

I wanted to share that with my family.

Yes, I took Aitbaar's help in writing the message.

But Aitbaar had no clue that it was for Babur.

Let us also hear what is this news

that Babur had to know.

Another Shibaagh is coming.

I know Babur is gathering an army.

I wanted to ask my brother to end this hatred and animosity

so that our child is born in an era

which is not strewn with the blood of our kin.

I didn't break your trust,

but you definitely shattered my illusion that I'm yours.

You chose to trust a man who cannot be trusted.

He betrayed my father.

He betrayed Jibran.

And now he's betraying you.

And you're the epitome of loyalty.

She is lying, my Lord.

A child is the blessing of God.

But I don't expect you to believe me.

So, you can punish me however you see fit.

Punish her, my Lord.

No one in your harem has been blessed with this grace.

How could she be special?

She is lying, my Lord.

Everyone knows that you are--

I am your culprit, not you.

Tell me how you wish to punish me.

Either your physician examines me

or I shall die by your hands.

You'll look really nice in my army.

Then take me along.

I will go to any battle with you by my side.

How can you love me so much?

Because I only listen to my heart.

My heart beats for the battlefield.

That's where my purpose is and my home.

What if I don't return from battle?

I shall wait.

I don't have anything to give you.

No kingdom, not even a home.

I shall live in your heart.

The Tajik tribes are ready to help us, sire.

Your name was enough to win their trust.

Congratulations.

You too.

Baisanghar, you've always carried out my wishes as your command.

But consider this my request and not my order.

I would like to ask for your daughter Maham's hand in marriage.

Sire.

Congratulations, my Lord. She's in her seventh week.

Congratulations.

This good news was unheard of in this harem.

Since when did you start sharing Khanzada's happiness?

My happiness is for your heir, not for Khanzada.

I asked you to punish me,

but you gave me the best gift of my life.

Maybe now you can give me your trust.

My trust and protection are now yours.

Aitbaar, guard her with your life.

Yes, my Lord.

You took advantage of my trust.

I thought you sympathized with me.

But it was my fault.

I forgot my place.

I will not make this mistake again.

Tauqir, leave that.

Check whether the dinner table is ready or not.

Azima, what about the flowers?

All the vases are empty.

Maham will be Babur's wife.

Everything should look beautiful.

What's going on?

I have good news!

I see.

I do too.

-Come, I'll tell you. -Okay.

Check the harem.

The Shah of Persia has agreed to lend you his forces and ammunition.

On what condition?

Nothing yet.

But if you conquer Samarkand...

I'm willing to accept any condition in return for Khanzada's freedom.

Don't take decisions in haste, Babur.

It's been years since I last saw Khanzada, Grandmother.

Don't call my desperation haste.

I still feel you should have a word with the Shah.

If things are clear...

Things may get out of hand.

If the Shah feels that we don't trust him,

he may change his mind about helping us.

Qasim is right.

Whatever you feel is best.

This was my good news.

What about yours?

By the grace of God,

King Babur is marrying my daughter, Maham.

Congratulations, my King.

Thank you.

I am Mir Ali.

Commander General of the Persian army.

The Shah has sent a splendid wedding gift for you.

Please accept this gift.

Our 15,000 soldiers are now at your command.