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Is it a festival today?

I don't think so. But it's been 30 years

since she's been feeding the poor on this very day.

How could Bharati possibly forget?

Those were the momentous times.

Her father, Ramnath Rai was the state's Chief Minister for 14 years

but her generation's heady romance with leftism

had turned Bharati into a rebel.

Together with her charismatic mentor

the idealistic Bhaskar Sanyal, she stormed her father's public rally.

Indian politics was going through a historic churning...

but Ramnath Rai was blissfully complacent.

Only his astute political advisor

and Bharati's foster-brother, Brij Gopal had sensed the turning winds.

Comrade Bhaskar will try to draw you into an argument.

Do not fall into his trap.

I've been a politician for 20 years, Brij Gopal.

I'm not a fool.

Mr. Rai, we have no intention of disturbing your rally.

But, if you permit me, I'd like to ask you

a few questions on behalf of the people.

Hey! Hey! Stop him!

Let him in.

The public, on whose behalf he wants to raise questions

already knows the answers to them.

And those who have been enticed by his red flag

are aware of Ramnath Rai's political sacrifices.

The issue isn't about the color of the flag, Mr. Rai.

Poverty, hunger and unemployment do not discriminate on the basis of color.

These people are besieged by their own empty stomachs, Mr. Rai.

Offer them two slices of bread, make a couple of sweet promises

and they will pick up the flag of any color!

What kind of poverty is this, friends?

Despite of their schemes

funded by millions and billions of rupees,

it just refuses to go away!

-So, as of this moment... -Sir will leave now.

we absolve you of all worries about our poverty.

Enough is enough!

Come on, uncle.

Switch off the mics.

As soon as the ballot is cast, you throttle democracy!

Don't be under the illusion that...

Have you got no shame!

Conspiring against your father?

Do you know that your revered leader is not even worth a penny!

I know it.

For you, people's worth is measured only with money.

What?

There is no Comrade Bharati here. Don't ever call again!

Sir?

What are you doing?

Cooking Khichdi. Will you have some?

-Here, allow me. -That's alright--

Oh, come on. Just let me.

It's going to rain. Let me drop you home.

-Are you crazy? -It's the first rain, sir.

Why don't you join me?

Don't be childish. You'll catch a cold.

Come on. Get inside.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

You're crazy! You'll catch a cold.

Nothing will happen to me.

Bharati...

I take full responsibility for what happened.

You completely devoted yourself to me.

But, I turned out to be weak

and ended up betraying your trust.

What's done is done.

But I will never be free of this guilt.

I'm going...

leaving everything and everyone.

I have obviously failed.

My penance awaits me.

Bhaskar.

Get it here, hurry up.

Where's my baby?

Brij sir took him away.

I just wanted to see him once.

Brij Gopal convinced the grieving Bharati

into a marriage with Chandra Pratap.

Of course, it helped that he was the younger brother of Bhanu Pratap

the aggressive leader of the fast-rising Rashtrawadi Party.

No one realized that Brij Gopal had killed three birds with one stone.

Besides securing Bharati's future

he got Ramnath Rai's doddering party a strong alliance.

And of course, Bhanu Pratap's Rashtrawadi Party

harvested a windfall of the much-needed election funds.

Wherever he is, he must be okay.

Just send him your blessings.

Oh, Holy mother Ganga...

please look after my son.

Wherever he may be.

Sooraj! Sooraj!

-Kabaddi. Kabaddi. -Sooraj! Sooraj!

-Kabaddi. Kabaddi. -Sooraj! Sooraj!

-Kabaddi. Kabaddi. -Sooraj! Sooraj!

Where are you going?

Sooraj's Kabaddi match is going on.

First give me something to eat.

-I have to go to the airport. -Who's coming?

-The boss' younger son, Samar. -Really?

He is coming from the US, for boss' birthday.

Kabaddi. Kabaddi.

Kabaddi. Kabaddi.

Kabaddi. Kabaddi.

Sooraj is like the sun! The new beacon of hope

for Dalits and the lower castes.

We need bright and strong young leaders like him

who will lead us to victory.

Sooraj, don't!

Hey, stop!

Huh?

Where's the car?

Hey!

Get away! Move!

Have you lost your mind?

What if something had happened to the car?

He's our racing champion.

Faster than the wind!

Champion, my foot!

The car's a mess!

Now, clean it...

It's time for the flight. Samar is returning from the US.

I don't wash rich people's cars.

They are our masters, son. Our livelihood depends on them.

I am my own master, father.

And the truth is, their livelihood depends on us.

It's impossible to argue with you!

Stop bothering my son, will you?

-I'll clean it. -Give it to me, mother.

This is for you. It's time you got a new watch.

You never forget, young master.

Just because I live far away doesn't mean I'll forget you.

We miss you, too.

It's good that you've come in time for Diwali.

Nothing like that.

I'm only here for Uncle Bhanu's birthday.

My thesis is due next week.

So you won't be here for Diwali this year?

Who's that driving like a maniac?

Appears to be Indu.

Couldn't you have waited for me?

-How was I to know-- -You should know!

Got it?

You know...

I was driving at 200 kmph to reach you!

Who on earth gave you a license?

License...

to drive or...

to kiss you?

You're insane!

I know.

There you are!

-Hello, aunty! -Hello.

Here's your parcel, safe and sound.

I'm off to the salon. See you in the evening,

at Uncle Bhanu's party.

This girl is a storm!

In the last 30 years

Bhanu and Chandra Pratap's Rashtrawadi party

had captured power thrice in the state.

Bhanu Pratap's public charisma

and Chandra Pratap's astute tactical skills

had served them well.

When their party couldn't win the last election

they installed Ramnath Rai's party in the government

by supporting it externally.

Now, Ramnath Rai was reluctant to resign.

Bhanu Pratap's son, Veerendra knew exactly how to handle such problems.

All the dozen legislators of his party are in the bus.

Take them to the guest house and feed them.

Okay.

Welcome, grandpa!

Grandpa, I've hijacked your entire party.

You're a general without an army! What's the use of tilting at windmills?

Veerendra, show some respect.

Well, let him retire respectfully then!

Father-in-law, come in. Let's go inside and talk.

It's an outrage the way you invite me, trying to topple my government!

Only with your blessings, of course.

Look...

this time my party bosses will insist on 100 seats.

You'll hardly score 10 seats. Why aim for a century?

Keep your national party in Delhi. Here we--

Veeru, enough.

-Come, father-in-law. -Come.

Greetings.

You never call me.

It's only through your Uncle Brij that I know your whereabouts.

Mom, it's the time difference between here and America.

Uncle Brij is nocturnal. It's easier to talk to him.

Hey!

Brother!

You're already gorging on the parathas!

You've become thin! Hasn't he, mom?

Let him be. Come, eat.

No, I've to go to the Party HQ.

I just came to see him.

While Veerendra believed himself to be the heir to the political throne

Prithvi was jockeying for the same position.

Hence, it was imperative

that his supporters get nominated for these elections.

Create such publicity that the party is forced to nominate them.

We'll fight to get that.

We'll create a chaos in the party high court.

We'll show them your power, Prithvi.

-Great! -Why don't you understand?

They're trying to stop me!

I told them I had to talk to you.

We're in a meeting. Please wait.

So that's it then.

-Leave now. -Okay.

It's time for the party.

Jagat, call for my car.

You seem to have forgotten me, sir.

I hear there's going to be a fresh election.

Won't you let a woman volunteer contest?

I can win, sir. Just let me...

Let me contest from Sitapur.

I'll definitely win.

I grew up there.

I was the student union president.

Sir, this time, please don't forget me.

Please give me the Sitapur ticket.

That's the bloody problem with politics.

Everyone treats it like public transport.

Just flag it down and mount it.

I've worked very hard, sir.

And will continue to do so.

Let me.

You handled grandpa Rai like a seasoned politician.

Then, why don't you reward your son?

Everything belongs to him anyway.

Father, let me select the election candidates.

That's your uncle's responsibility.

That's why Prithvi...

But I won't let it happen this time.

I am so glad you're here.

It's your birthday, uncle.

-Hello. -Hello. How are you?

Welcome, Mr. Sakseria!

-Hello, uncle. -Bless you.

Hello.

I just got his tax problems sorted out by the Chief Minister.

You never forget, Rajkumar.

And now you'll say...

Just saying "happy birthday" won't do.

Always at your service. Have I ever disappointed you?

Quiet please.

Please be seated. Quiet, please.

After winning three elections,

when the electorate rejected us in the last elections

we accepted their decision with humility...

And helped Mr. Ramnath Rai

form a coalition government...

by supporting it externally.

But, as you know

in the last 18 months

this government has revealed it's true face.

Corruption has reached its zenith

and the people are in agony.

We can't bear to see the common man's pain any longer.

So, we have decided

to withdraw our support for Mr. Rai's coalition government.

Quiet, please be seated.

The people know...

that we aren't responsible...

for this political turmoil.

-Oh, God! -What happened?

-Father! -Brother!

-Call the hospital! -Get the car!

-Father! -What happened?

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Just as I handed in the resignation, I heard.

If only I hadn't resigned-- -Father-in-law...

please!

Mr. Brij Gopal!

Uncle.

I arrived from Benaras just to see you

and here, I heard about this crisis.

It's serious, Uncle.

Let's see.

While the heart has been revived

there's no movement in the body.

So, is he paralyzed?

We'll have to wait for the ECG reports.

The government has fallen and fresh elections are certain.

But the leader of the state's largest political party is fighting for his life.

Without the party president, Bhanu Pratap

what does the future hold for the Rashtrawadi Party?

Go ahead.

Yes.

Before they try to pull a fast one

we should take control of the party.

-What do you all suggest? -We support you.

I'll see you all at the party office.

Yes, Mr. Bawal.

What?

Under no circumstances should that meeting happen.

Book the entire Intercontinental Hotel.

Got it?

Listen...

gather every party member and take them to the hotel.

Okay.

These impatient youngsters will destroy everything.

The party needs your guidance, now, more than ever.

Turn around. Father has regained consciousness.

He called for everybody as soon as he became conscious.

Chandu.

-Yes, brother. -The...

In these circumstances, the party...

Brother, please, we'll talk later.

-What? -Take charge of the party...

as it's working president.

What's the need, father?

You...

and Prithvi...

will be general secretaries.

Uncle!

Let's go.

-Let's go. -Brother...

Please, let's go.

What have you done, father!

Take it back! Please.

This is so humiliating.

At least, make me the joint working president.

Veerendra, you're family! You should look beyond such things.

Father, we'll lose everything.

-Father... -Let's go.

Father!

Father!

Come on.

Go back...

back to America.

Long live Prithvi!

Long live the General Secretary!

Long live Prithvi!

Long live the General Secretary!

Long live Prithvi!

Long live the General Secretary!

Long live Prithvi!

Long live the General Secretary!

I want us to discuss each candidate thoroughly.

I have already made the list. Just approve it!

Veerendra, our party follows a democratic process.

Each and every recommendation is discussed.

Will you be kind enough to tell us, which democratic process

was followed to make you the working president?

Uncle...

the president by whose grace you're adorning that chair...

has seen this list.

Then, you must have his approval in writing.

This list will prevail!

Discuss all you want.

How did you put your name against Madhaopur?

Mr. Bhanu Pratap has always contested from Madhaopur.

And in father's absence, the seat is rightfully--

No claim for Madhaopur will be entertained.

It is reserved for the party president.

And currently, that's Mr. Chandra Pratap.

Only the party president should contest from Madhaopur.

Have you even fought a municipal election

that you're staking your claim to Madhaopur?

I will never let your dream come true...

Honorable Working President!

He's here! The leader is here!

He's come to Azad Nagar. We all welcome him here.

The people of Azad Nagar wholeheartedly welcome the leader.

Long live Prithvi!

Long live Prithvi!

Long live Prithvi!

Everyone knows...

that 30 years ago

our party reclaimed this land from the government and their agents

and established Azad Nagar!

My heart has a special place

for the poor and the lower castes.

-Who's that? -Our driver's son, Sooraj.

Also a Kabaddi champion.

Tell them to stop this dance party. We don't have all day.

Okay.

Long live Sooraj.

I want the candidate for Azad Nagar to be...

educated and able. One amongst you.

Sooraj is our leader!

Sooraj is our leader!

Yeah, okay.

The Rashtrawadi Party candidate for Azad Nagar will be...

Jeevan Kumar!

Jeevan Kumar may belong to our caste...

but that doesn't make him one of us.

He doesn't even know the population of Azad Nagar.

Neither has he set foot on our dirty lanes

and nor will he, once the elections are over.

What do you mean?

It's clear, Mr. General Secretary.

Our candidate will be one of us!

Not an outsider.

This isn't a Kabaddi match.

I'm talking about the Legislative Assembly election.

And the Rashtrawadi candidate will definitely be Jeevan Kumar.

We protest!

We don't want outsiders!

We protest!

We don't want outsiders!

Long live Sooraj!

Long live Sooraj!

Long live Sooraj!

-Long live! -Prithvi!

Try to understand.

You're not aware...

that Jeevan Kumar's grandfather was a minister

-in the Central government. -So?

That makes it his birthright, does it?

What does he know about us?

He studied abroad.

He owns mansions

and four Mercedes cars of the kind that you chauffeur!

He wouldn't last a day here!

How is he one of us?

Enough is enough!

It's do or die situation.

What do you people want?

Whose job is it to select the candidate, yours or the party's?

We'll choose our own candidate!

Have you lost your mind?

You'll rebel against the party?

Without the party, you won't garner five votes.

Instead, you'll end up dividing the lower caste votes.

So what do you suggest?

That we continue to suck up to these politicians

while they plant their leaders on us?

It isn't like that, son.

The party cares for us.

They treat us like equals.

Look, Samar came just for a few days

yet he got me a new watch.

-A watch? -Yes.

So that you report to work on time?

That's the problem with you guys.

You've barely learnt to walk, but want to fly!

You guys are history!

We generate the power.

Then why should we hand them the switch?

From now on, no outsider candidates allowed in Azad Nagar!

-Who is our leader? -Sooraj!

Victory to Sooraj!

Long live Sooraj!

Do you know me?

You're a big man.

How is a nobody like me supposed to know you, Mr. Babulal?

I like your attitude.

But these speeches and stunts will get you nowhere.

Even if you win the election as an independent candidate, big deal!

Instead the party will punish Azad Nagar for its defeat.

If you really want to change anything, join the party...

and fight as its candidate.

Come on!

Get down.

You know, I'm going to contest the elections this time.

And you'll see, I'll become the youngest woman minister ever.

-Really? -Of course!

And when you come next time

I'll come to receive you in a car with a flashing red light.

Such a grand lunch for my one measly vote?

For your vote?

Can't you be a little romantic?

-With you? -No.

With the waiter!

Look, don't ruin my mood.

I want to have a serious discussion.

Not like that.

First, propose.

Let's drink to your flashing red light.

-Red light? -Yes.

I mean, when you become a minister

you will have a car with a flashing red light, won't you?

Samar!

When are we getting married?

Marriage?

I...

I don't understand.

You'll understand alright when the priest recites the vows

and I make you take 17 rounds of the sacred fire--

Indu...

-...but-- -You don't love me!

You know, this is the first time you've complimented me.

You can say all this but...

you can't utter those three words.

"I love you."

And here I am...

madly in love with you...

since childhood.

I won't be able to forgive myself.

Did you never love me?

We're just too different, Indu.

Long live Sooraj!

Long live Sooraj!

I have a simple question for the Working President.

On what basis were the candidates chosen?

First tell me, on what basis

did you announce your name from the Madhaopur seat?

Prithvi Pratap.

Veerendra

you're well aware that the core committee discusses

every candidature before taking any decision.

I want to say something.

You?

What the hell are you doing here?

My name is Sooraj.

I'm from Azad Nagar.

Yeah! The Kabaddi champ!

But, what are you doing here?

I want a ticket to contest the election.

Really!

We're running a charity here!

You want a ticket, do you?

Didn't you hear me...

when you were busy dancing around?

Our party's candidate for Azad Nagar is Jeevan Kumar.

Jeevan Kumar.

Get out!

Security!

I heard you.

But perhaps, you could neither hear nor see...

that the people of Azad Nagar rejected your candidate instantly.

I'm the leader of the lower castes.

And they will only support me.

What did you say? Who made you our leader?

We've given our sweat and blood to the party

and you become the leader?

Everyone knows

where the fruits of your sweat are hidden.

Someday, we'll make you account for that too!

For now, I only want a ticket to contest from Azad Nagar.

You'll take us to task, will you?

I'll show you.

Son, what are you doing?

Is this the way to speak?

Sir, I apologize on his behalf.

Come on.

-Father, please go-- -Keep quiet! Enough!

-Get him out of here! -Go away!

Take him away.

He thinks he can contest an election.

Learn to drive instead of dreaming of leadership.

-Security! -Come on.

He isn't going anywhere!

-He stays here. -What do you mean?

It's clear, Prithviraj.

Sooraj happens to be a member of the core committee.

-No one can throw him out. -What nonsense!

Who made him a member?

I did.

The secretary of the backward and minority cell.

-But, Mr. Veerendra-- -Please read the constitution.

As the General Secretary, I have the right

to nominate three members.

Come, Sooraj.

-Please place a chair for him beside mine. -Yes.

Please sit.

Respected Mr. Working President...

please caution Mr. Prithviraj

that without the approval of the core committee

he shouldn't go around announcing candidates.

And I propose...

that instead of Jeevan Kumar...

the party candidate from Azad Nagar

should be Sooraj Kumar.

Adjourn the meeting for now.

The new proposals will have to be included in the agenda.

Hence, this meeting is adjourned until further notice.

Take this.

I feel my brother's absence.

It's becoming difficult to control Veerendra.

Today he staked his claim to Madhaopur again.

So? Let him contest.

Come on, uncle.

You know that Madhaopur is reserved for the party president.

If he wins, he'll create havoc.

He can even lose.

Are you aware that it is our safest seat?

Even if we nominate a dog, it will win.

Brother, if the party can make you win the election...

it can also make sure you lose.

Sure. But losing Madhaopur isn't good for the party.

Precisely!

If he loses from there, it'll finish his political career.

Moreover, you'll get sympathy for giving up the seat.

That makes sense.

Veerendra isn't your problem...

Sooraj is.

He has created a serious situation.

If we give him Azad Nagar, it'll boost Veerendra's position.

But, if we don't, we antagonize the lower castes.

I don't know what to do.

-We shall speak in one voice. -Sooraj, Mr. Brij Gopal is here.

Mr. Brij Gopal?

How are you all?

-Hello. -Hello.

Brij sir.

Sir!

Been a while since I had a cup of tea at your place.

How nice! Mr. Batukeshwar, you too?

Looks like all the Dalits are here!

Looks like a massive convention.

Since elections are upon us

we need to look at all possibilities.

Of course. After all, this is the age of the youth.

Please sit.

No matter what, we will never leave the party.

The party is yours anyway.

As far as elections go, you're right.

Then what?

I know that you people are upset about the selection of your candidate.

We have decided

that not just for Azad Nagar, but for every lower caste area

we only want local candidates.

That is up to the party.

Now that you're in the core committee...

you should raise this issue there.

For now, the party president has sent me to inform you that

that the candidate for Azad Nagar will be one of you.

God bless you, Mr. Brij Gopal.

As long as you are in the party

there will be no injustice.

Bless you, Sir...

for encouraging a poor man's son.

Sooraj will not disappoint you.

Victory to Sooraj! Victory to Sooraj!

Victory to Sooraj! Victory to Sooraj!

The party has decided that the candidate from Azad Nagar

will be the party's loyal supporter, and your beloved...

Ram Charittar!

Democracy is alive and well in our party.

Sir, this is a mistake.

I am not the candidate. It's my son, Sooraj.

Ram Charittar, every father wants his son to move ahead

but he is inexperienced.

And is there anyone here

who is more honest and hardworking than you?

Does anyone have an objection, friends?

Tell me, Sooraj. Do you object to your father's candidature?

Why don't you people say something?

Sir.

How can I be a candidate?

I'm a mere servant of your family.

Now, you are a servant of the people.

Sir, please.

It was a right decision to nominate my father.

In politics, there are no right or wrong decisions.

Their purpose is to merely achieve a desired result.

Whatever that might be.

I'll keep that in mind.

Let's go.

I'm going to the Beesanpur temple

to pray for your nomination.

But, why today?

Because it's your day off.

Father's on a long vacation now.

He will no longer be a chauffeur.

What!

I have decided.

You're not going to serve that family.

Take the car to Beesanpur.

We'll take the bus, son.

-The first list of candidates. -Hello, sir.

You proposed 55 names. Of those, he cleared only 12!

And, my request for funds?

He refused to clear them.

He will pay for this!

Bad times are here.

We conducted a survey in every district. and 78% of the voters

connect with Chandra Pratap.

Chief Minister designate!

The party will decide that. Not you!

No, you be quiet!

This is the party office, not your home.

Respect the decorum of this office.

So, you'll teach me the decorum, will you?

Mr. Backward and Minority Cell Secretary,

the party has taken the decision.

He will be the Chief Minister!

If you have a problem with that, then...

The public recognizes only one face.

Only one voice...

that of Bhanu Pratap.

And you all know who the rightful successor is.

The party should not fail to recognize that.

Veerendra...

your father himself approved of this decision.

When did father decide this?

This morning.

Every decision of this party is democratic.

-You know that! -Of course!

I know who's responsible for this.

How are only 12 of my 55 candidates approved?

How are all my demands for funds consistently denied?

Mr. Working President...

this decision is not good for the party.

The people will reject it!

Young man, now I call the shots here.

Learn to accept that fact.

Wow, Mr. Working President!

Enough, Veerendra Pratap! This is the final warning.

The constitution that gives you the right...

to appoint him as a member also grants me the right

to suspend you from the party.

Sir, Veerendra is the general secretary of the party.

-How can you-- -So now you'll tell me what to do?

I've been watching...

the kind of games that some people are playing.

Looks like some players will have to be rested during the election tournament.

Now I have to stand in line, eh?

All my life, I doled out alms...

now I have to stand in line and beg?

My father built this party...

and he is trying to kick me out of it?

I'll break it!

I will break this party and form a new one.

Do not make that mistake.

That is what they want.

This party is yours.

They must leave, not you!

How will you throw them out?

How?

See this poster?

This man will become the Chief Minister!

I'll have the poster changed.

Mr. Chandra Pratap is here.

You're off already, son?

Why do you care? As if you've had any time for him!

You know how things have been.

There's still time.

-Put Samar's luggage in my car. -Okay, sir.

-I'll drop him. -You?

We never really got the time to talk.

How have you been?

How's your PhD going?

I'm done with the research. The presentation is next week.

Next week?

So, now we'll be calling you "Dr. Samar Pratap"!

Tell me the title of your thesis again. I always seem to forget.

Sounds impressive.

What's next?

There's an offer for a teaching job.

So you aren't coming back?

Well, that's okay, I suppose.

You'll be the first teacher in our family.

Papa, please. You should go now.

I'll go.

-Let me see you in-- -No, Papa, please.

Okay, son.

Alright.

God knows when I'll see you again.

These elections--

Love you, son.

What is it, Babulal?

Mr. Bhanu's condition has suddenly worsened.

We're going to the hospital.

Have the doctor call me.

Okay.

Take me to the hospital!

What were you thinking?

I'm not a tragedy queen.

I'll abduct you from across the seven seas, if I have to.

Really?

Is it your new profession?

Find out what's going on!

Get them to move.

Get them to move.

Clear the road.

Another shocking setback to the state's most powerful family.

According to the initial reports

the working president of the Rashtrawadi party

Mr. Chandra Pratap was fatally attacked.

Reports state that this attack

took place on Ratanpur road on the way to the city from the airport.

Mr. Chandra Pratap was in his car when the attack took place.

It seems that he was shot.

As a result of the incident, the traffic is blocked for miles.

There is no information about his condition.

Mr. Brij Gopal for you.

Uncle!

They've taken him to the hospital.

I'll pick you up at the airport.

Get the cars!

That will take time, I'll take a cab.

Just do as I say!

Those who have done this, know that you're at the airport.

Disconnect the cable TV.

Security on red alert.

-My sister shouldn't find out. -Okay.

Stop all the cars outside the gate!

-Let's go. -Okay, sir.

What about the police?

It's a single bullet in the throat.

He has lost a lot of blood and we're trying to stop it.

Where is the hospital security?

-Doctor! -Call the police chief!

You guys, secure this area from all the sides.

Get more people.

Move it!

-What happened? -He's not answering!

Then call his deputy.

-Okay, sir. -Where the hell is papa's security!

Who sent this son of a bitch!

Check their firearm licenses.

Back from the whorehouse, Sharma?

Man the gates!

We don't need cops here.

Did you not hear me?

Out!

Let the police do their job, Mr. Prithviraj.

-Or else-- -Or else?

What will you do?

Why have you come now?

Arrest the bastard!

Drag him away!

You'll arrest me?

You bloody pimp!

You scoundrel!

Let go! I'll chop you into pieces.

How dare to arrest me, you beggar!

-What are you doing? -Now you remember your duty?

We have no B negative blood in the hospital!

-Come on, arrest me! -What are you doing?

Come on, arrest me!

-You can't! -Back off!

-You rascal! -Arrest him too!

How dare you hit my brother! I'll chop you into pieces.

-Get up. -SP Sharma!

-Apologize to him. -You're dead!

I'll kill you.

Hey, you!

Chandu.

I've asked for a CBI inquiry.

The culprit won't get away!

Given the circumstances, I'll have to take charge of the party.

Father...

I need your approval.

Down with police autocracy!

Down with police autocracy!

If the killer isn't caught, we'll burn the city down!

Our people are on the job too.

How is mom?

She's putting up a brave front, but from within...

SP Sharma has filed the report.

He's charged you under sections 353, 337 and 307.

But you'll get bail.

I've stated in my report

that Mr. Prithvi had no weapons.

That's my only regret.

-If I had a gun I would've-- -Prithvi!

Uncle.

No one touches SP Sharma.

I'll deal with him.

You've made all my dreams come true, friend.

-You changed the poster! -I'm screwed, sir.

They believe that I was involved in your uncle's murder.

If he gets bail...

he'll kill me.

You didn't charge him appropriately.

You should've used sections 376 and 341.

He would've been in your custody.

Section 376?

That's a rape charge.

So tell me...

where should we lodge the rape complaint?

Isn't she--

A totally genuine case, SP.

Prithvi promised to make her a candidate

and sexually exploited her for three years.

It's a serious charge.

What if she backs out?

Sir...

I've been through hell.

At last, I'm in safe hands.

I will get an election ticket here.

There's no question of backing out.

There seems to be no end to the misery of the Rashtrawadi Party.

In a sensational twist

Prithviraj, who has already been charged for assaulting

a police officer, has now been accused of raping a party worker.

He's been denied bail and remanded to police custody for 15 days.

I deny every charge leveled against Prithvi.

We shall approach the high court for his bail.

Our supreme leader, Bhanu Pratap is still fighting for his life.

First Chandra Pratap, and now this.

We are being attacked repeatedly.

And on the pretext of investigating, the inept government is doing nothing.

But the people demand answers.

Victory to Rashtrawadi!

Victory to Veerendra Pratap!

You want me to sign this? Have you lost it?

You don't have a choice.

Go home and take care of mom.

I can deal with these people.

But that's only if you get out.

Your bail application was denied.

Since it is a rape charge

women's organizations and the media are up in arms.

But, how will signing this help me?

Leave that to me, brother.

I'll get you out of here.

They'll pay for this. Everyone of them!

I've made a big mistake, Sir.

I appeal for your kindness.

I am younger than you...

so I deserve forgiveness.

Hey, Sharma!

Have you gone mad?

That's my brother, my uncle.

Come, Uncle Brij.

I don't know why all of this is happening.

Looks like someone cast an evil eye on us.

I'm sorry that you're having to face this.

But don't you worry.

I will take care of everything.

The party... as well as the family.

That's Sooraj, he's like family.

How is Aunt? Please sit.

I'm taking mom to New York.

That's the right decision. Absolutely!

Don't worry about Prithvi.

I'll do everything in my power to bail him out.

-Without him this election-- -My brother won't contest the election.

I'm taking him along too.

He's resigned from the party post.

He won't return from New York.

-You mean he's never coming back? -Never!

The party is all yours.

But on one condition.

All charges against him should be dropped.

It can be done.

I'll manage the investigation report.

One more thing.

Brother's court hearing is in two days.

Until then, if he...

or any member of my family...

is hurt in a mishap of any kind...

I'll call this deal off.

Nothing of that sort will happen.

RASHTRAWADI PARTY HEADQUARTERS.

Martyr's day, indeed!

What a farce!

Master!

Master...

Master!

All this pomp, decorations...

huge photographs!

-What was the need for all this? -Why?

Bothering you, is it?

If you wish, we can put up your photo too.

Seems like the cops didn't look after you well enough.

Brother, please.

Enough of this circus, Samar.

Your boat has capsized.

Time to exit the scene for the good.

We'll decide what's good for us and what isn't, Veeru.

And as soon as you step out...

you'll know the public's decision too.

Come on.

Leave.

Chandra Pratap! You are immortal!

Chandra Pratap! You are immortal!

Chandra Pratap! You are immortal!

Chandra Pratap! You are immortal!

Chandra Pratap! You are immortal!

Orchestrate as many slogans as you wish!

After the funeral a long and dark exile awaits you!

They aren't going anywhere.

They never intended to.

So was Samar lying?

Trusting him was a big mistake.

I can't...

accept this.

Father, you have to expel Prithvi from the party.

He's a traitor.

He'll destroy the party from within.

Do this for your son.

If I... expel Prithvi...

it will trigger...

a wave of public sympathy...

for him.

But, father, tolerating him is just impossible for me!

Both father and son treated me like dirt.

Son...

this is politics.

Here, you keep your enemies...

close to you.

The real enemy isn't Prithvi.

It's Samar.

This was expected.

Bhanu Pratap is an expert at this.

He knows that accepting the resignation would've made Prithvi a martyr.

Have you seen this?

Veerendra has organized a mammoth rally in Madhaopur.

He'll announce his Chief Ministerial nomination.

-Hello. -Hello, sir.

The iron is hot.

Here, at the Rashtrawadi Party's rally,

where Veerendra Pratap's helicopter landed;

on the other side, Prithvi Pratap, Samar Pratap

and Brij Gopal's convoy reached the stage.

The crowd is confused

as the tableau on the stage becomes more dramatic.

From the Kothra ground, Madhaopur, this is Malti Joshi, Star News.

Please use the sofas down there.

Today, only family members on the stage.

This is too much. I'll teach them a lesson!

Brother Veeru, don't act in haste.

But Sooraj, they--

You know you can end their political career.

Please come this way. Come on.

What's the meaning of this outrage, Uncle?

In politics, it's called hijack in broad daylight.

-What do you mean? -Take care of yourselves.

Long live Prithvi Pratap!

Long live Prithvi Pratap!

My name is...

Samar Pratap.

I'm the youngest...

and I humbly greet you all.

You've resigned from the party, Prithvi! How will you fight now?

Throw the resignation in the dustbin, Veerendra.

If you have the guts, throw me out in front of them.

Your wish will come true, Prithvi.

I've always been kept away from politics

and nor am I here to talk about politics today.

I only want to know one thing.

My father, Chandra Pratap gave his life for you...

at his elder brother's command.

Does that martyrdom hold any value for you?

While his father lay dying the police falsely accused Prithvi

and physically dragged him away.

Does his struggle mean nothing to you?

Prithvi, please fight on! We are with you!

There is no court higher than the people's court.

And the people of Madhaopur...

have always done justice!

This is the hour of destiny, friends!

In these trying times...

Rashtrawadi party needs a strong and able leader.

Somebody who cares about the poor.

Who fights for their dignity...

and who will not hesitate to sacrifice his life for them!

And you all know who that is.

To strengthen his resolve

we have with us

our brother, Veerendra Pratap,

Dalit leader, Sooraj Kumar

and our beloved, Brij Gopal.

Elders, brothers, sisters and friends

that leader is your very own

Prithvi Pratap!

Prithvi Pratap!

Victory to Prithvi Pratap!

Long live Rashtrawadi Party!

To preserve...

the integrity of the party...

I am pained to declare...

that... Prithvi Pratap...

is hereby...

dismissed...

from the Rashtrawadi Party.

Sir, please answer our questions.

It went exactly the way you had planned.

-Long live! -Prithvi!

-Long live! -Prithvi!

-Long live! -Prithvi!

-Long live! -Prithvi!

By dismissing me from my own party, they believe that...

I have become homeless and orphaned.

They're under a huge illusion.

Even if they expel me from the party

how can they remove me from your hearts!

My home is in your hearts

and I'm not leaving!

-Long live! -Prithvi!

-Long live! -Prithvi!

-Long live! -Prithvi!

It was as if the entire town had turned up for my meeting!

The people are with us.

The caste-wise combination of every constituency,

the local issues,

the candidates' election history,

it's all here.

This is the list of the top three candidates from every constituency.

Samar, we have only nine days to file the nominations

and our party doesn't even have a name yet.

I know, brother.

Remember the organization you had formed in college?

Prabhu.

That's the name of your party.

We respect you a lot.

But you are well aware that our community has always suffered.

I know that, Arif.

But the times have changed.

You can definitely trust us.

We do trust you, Brij sir. But...

you know that these political issues are very delicate.

We won't change our loyalty.

I understand.

-We shall pray for you. -Thank you.

Uncle, their support is crucial.

33% of the voters in the 132 constituencies are Muslims.

They vote in a group and we can't bribe their vote.

We'll need to strengthen our position.

And as that happens, the Muslims will support us.

Uncle, we also need to gain the support of the small regional parties.

We have talked to them, but they're asking for a huge price.

It will be done.

Here is the confirmation.

What's this?

We have removed Prithvi's name...

from every single bank account of the party.

Great! Let them beg for pennies!

Babulal, what about the businessmen?

I've instructed all of them.

Let him fight the election as a beggar!

-Long live! -Prithvi!

-Long live! -Prithvi!

We need a crowd of 300,000 people.

You're asking for thousands, but offering peanuts for it.

I'll make sure you get the balance.

My dear sir, to organize crowds, one needs advance cash. Not credit.

Don't waste my time.

I'll get it done.

You've always supported us.

We've already donated to the party fund.

That party doesn't exist anymore.

I'm talking about Prithvi Pratap.

After all, he will be your next Chief Minister.

May your words come true!

We're always there for you.

But the times are tough.

Now, that you've come personally please accept this offering.

Looks like a couple of zeros have gone missing.

I brought receipts for 50 million...

while you are offering half a million.

I respect your status.

Hence, I can't accept this.

I'm leaving the receipts here, though.

Thank you.

Looks like we've suddenly become political outcasts.

I've spoken to Sakseria. I'm going to see him.

Owing to the circumstances, I don't think he'll bet on Prithvi.

Your father had done a lot for him. Let's see.

I'll visit your father today.

Don't hesitate to call for absolutely anything.

For now, I only need what I've asked for.

Of course! I'll send 500 million by this evening.

-Don't worry. -I shall leave now.

-Mr. Brij Gopal! -Hello.

-Please, come in. -No, just came to say hello.

How is Indu?

She's well, very well.

Okay then.

Mr. Samar is in the office. Should I inform him?

I'm here to meet Aunty.

Why don't you get married to Samar?

Then you can always be with me.

I don't need to marry anyone for that.

What have you told Indu?

It's nothing. I'm fine.

May I say something?

What?

What are you trying to say?

Just that...

not only my mother, but even I like you.

You're lying!

No!

I didn't know then.

I was confused.

Mom, I accept.

Please speak with her dad.

Look...

if this is a joke, I'll hammer you.

Look at that!

Threats of violence, already?

Mom, do ask for an ambulance as dowry.

Who knows when I'll have to go to the hospital.

Prithvi has received a phenomenal response.

His media management is excellent, fantastic.

Your younger son, Samar...

is a gem.

I'm here to ask something for him.

Anything.

Anything, of course!

I'm very fond of Indu.

And I'm sure, she'll keep Samar happy.

I've been looking forward to this day.

And you know what...

Samar will make an excellent Chief Minister.

No, it is Prithvi who'll be the CM.

Samar is just helping him.

That's fine as well.

After all, Prithvi is the leader.

Then, we should let Samar be.

Let Indu marry Prithvi.

How can you say that!

That's impossible.

Moreover, Indu loves Samar.

Don't worry about Indu.

My choice will be her choice.

See, if I am to finance a party,

I will obviously want my daughter to marry the CM designate.

And in either cases, she'll be a part of your family.

Let's go.

Have you gone mad?

Stop talking nonsense.

How can you even imagine that I'll marry Indu!

Samar is right, Prithvi.

We don't have a choice.

Of course, we do!

I've decided.

Samar will be the CM.

So what if I won't have the power!

My brother will!

-Ridiculous! -Hold on a second.

You think only you can make the sacrifices...

and I can't?

I don't care for a position that takes your happiness away.

Brother...

my happiness lies in making you the CM.

And, you want to know the truth?

Indu knows that I don't love her.

Then why did you propose to her?

For you.

Only Sakseria can fund your election.

To hell with his money!

You're my younger brother.

-We'll do it on our own. -That is no longer an option.

If we don't accept his support, he'll offer it to Veerendra.

And marry Indu to him.

Indu is a very nice girl.

And I know...

that you'll keep her happy.

How can you do this?

Am I only a business proposal to you?

Just another source of income?

You're not in the condition to talk right now.

We'll talk about it later.

Our list is--

Why?

Come, let's go to the other room.

I'll handle this, brother.

You say you don't love me. Fine!

Don't want to marry me. Don't!

But what right do you have to meddle in my life?

You're forgetting that it was I who asked for your hand in marriage.

So what if my father said something else?

I still love you!

I have forsaken his house, his wealth, everything!

I'll go with you wherever you take me.

I can't marry you in these circumstances.

Take back your decision.

I can't take a chance with my brother's political career.

And what about my life?

You have no problem destroying it!

I am not destroying your life, Indu.

I'm trying to protect it.

You know that if we reject Prithvi's proposal

your father will marry you off to Veerendra.

Please try to understand, Indu.

Whatever you may think of Prithvi...

I know he will love you a lot.

And mom will also take care of you.

You will be very happy in this family.

This is how it has always been, child.

We are the ones who are always expected to compromise.

Hello. Hello.

We are indeed honored by your presence.

Welcome.

-Hello. -God bless you.

Mr. Sakseria, the super Chief Minister is here.

-Please do introduce me. -Hello.

My father has sent this...

for the bride.

Do you seriously believe...

that you can win the election by selling your brother?

Looks like you're nervous.

Let Sakseria stake as much as he wants...

you brother will still fall flat.

The fear of defeat is clearly visible on your face.

Uncle, please look after him.

Mr. Sooraj, an exclusive bite, please.

What can I say about myself? Please talk to the people.

Some personal questions, please.

You must be kidding.

There's nothing worth hiding in a poor person's life.

My life is an open book.

In fact, you should be questioning someone else right now.

What do you mean?

Hello. Please be seated.

Sir, how's your campaign going on?

In just seven days, we've confirmed more than 200 candidates.

It's obvious that the people are with us.

We've heard that your entire campaign is funded by Rajkumar Sakseria.

See, ours in a new party. Whoever wanted to help--

How much dowry did you collect from him?

Look...

Let's stick to election-related questions.

Well, this is something everyone wants to know.

Even though Indu was seeing your brother

why did she get married to you?

This is my personal matter.

Then, at least tell us

about the compromises you've made in this marriage.

Are you absolutely sure

that while you are busy campaigning

-your wife isn't with your brother? -Hey! Shut up!

What's going on?

-Stop this! Stop this at once! -What are you doing?

You asked...

a very filthy question.

You will pay for this! Shut it!

-Stop it! Hello! -Shut it down!

Prithvi Pratap had already been charged

for assaulting a police officer and raping a woman party worker.

This is what Mr. Sooraj Kumar had to say.

Sir, one last question, please.

Mr. Sooraj

what do you have to say about Mr. Prithvi Pratap's recent outburst?

My sympathies are with him.

His marriage was a huge compromise.

Hence, he was bound to lose his mental balance.

And it's obvious that he can't cope with the stress of elections.

He needs to rest.

-Give this to Samar. -Let me.

-Guess who! -Who?

-This is Samar's friend, Sarah. -Oh!

-Namaste. -Namaste.

You didn't tell me she was coming!

How could I? She called me at 3:00 a.m. from the airport.

Sarah?

Sarah.

The two of you look very nice together.

She obviously loves you a lot.

But maybe she doesn't know...

that you aren't capable of loving.

You only know how to use people.

I don't even recognize you anymore.

I'm actually grateful to my father...

for rejecting your proposal.

Because however your brother may be...

he has a pure heart.

You won't understand this, Indu.

This, I do understand, Samar.

We don't exploit those...

who love us.

Sarah may not be able to bear it.

The election campaign of the Rashtrawadi party has gone up.

The campaigning was at its full flow at Beerpur.

There were huge rallies in several areas.

The new president of the party Veerendra Pratap

and the general secretary Sooraj Kumar delivered a speech too.

If the presence of the voters is taken into consideration

than this campaign has been thriving.

Media has already made Sooraj Kumar a hero of the backward class.

The pace with which he has evolved in politics

and with his gift of gab

he has already become a leader amongst the backward class...

Uncle.

There is nothing to worry about.

Every single person is rooting for you.

On one hand, you speak of our old alliance...

yet, you are being secretive about seat-sharing.

What am I supposed to tell the High Command?

Bhanu, I'll have to declare the seats today.

If you enjoy defeat, you can have more seats.

Veerendra...

don't forget that mine is a national party.

Don't force me to take drastic decisions.

Give me a break, grandpa!

Don't forget that we've been lugging your national burden.

Last time, you had only 12 legislators and we still made you the Chief Minister.

So, this time don't even expect more than six seats.

Now you decide.

Veeru...

make that ten.

We'll lose all of them.

We can't take that chance.

Bhanu...

the coalition will break.

Ask him to release 20 seats.

We'll pay you a total of 400 million.

500!

Victory to Rashtrawadi!

Sir, what are the terms of alliance with the Prajatantrik Party?

Sir, who else is filing nominations along with you?

How many seats are they contesting?

You will get to know everything.

Patience is always rewarded.

Everything is going in their favor.

If you don't do something quick, we'll lose the plot.

Samar sir, we need a masterstroke.

Yes, sir?

I had asked you for a favor, Babulal.

Your favor is not so easy to fulfill, sir.

And it wouldn't be very ethical of me.

True. Sorry, I disturbed you.

He wasted my time.

He speaks of ethics. Imagine!

Now, what are the ethics of a bandit? Tell me.

Babulal, yesterday you were giving me a lecture on ethics.

I was... completely out of line, sir.

I can see that.

Anyway, tell me where I should send these photos.

Please forgive me, sir.

I.

Very.

I went astray. Please forgive me.

I can...

I beg of you, please forgive me.

Samar, the times are really bad.

You already know this.

Now, you only have to state it publicly.

But...

Never be afraid of the truth!

I'm with you. Have no fear.

No harm will come to you. Come.

Don't you trust me?

This way.

Allegations and counter-allegations

during elections are a common occurrence.

But, what we're about to reveal now will stun you.

Today we have with us

a staunch loyalist of the Rashtrawadi party

Mr. Babulal.

Having served the party for 25 years...

it pains me to admit that...

the Rashtrawadi Party has become a den of corruption.

When Mr. Bhanu Pratap was in power...

his son...

Veerendra Pratap

took fixed kickbacks from every government contract.

He raked in billions.

Even the donations meant for the party fund...

were not spared.

Ever since Sooraj Kumar became the general secretary...

this politics of cash has escalated.

-In these elections... -Get him here!

Son of a bitch!

The men are on their way.

I'm going to torture the bastard to death!

Veeru, please calm down.

This is Samar's ploy.

It's imperative that Babulal publicly takes back his statement.

Don't worry, Babulal.

Have a seat.

Your safety is my responsibility now.

I just have one question.

That night when you called my father at the airport...

who asked you to make that call?

What do you mean? I don't understand.

Who asked you to call?

What?

I didn't call.

Babulal...

you are one of us.

I respect you a lot.

Please, don't insult me.

Sir, I beg of you.

Don't ask me this question.

Who asked you to call my father?

Veerendra Pratap...

or Sooraj?

Sooraj Kumar.

You have proved your loyalty.

You're definitely one of us.

You are...

my... father-in-law.

I just need your benediction.

Of course.

You have my word.

Here, your phone.

I've entered my personal number into it.

I'll always be in touch.

Sooraj.

It was Sooraj.

Get back!

Film it from a distance.

Get back!

Don't get too close.

Love you so much.

Uncle Brij.

Mr. Veerendra Pratap

-did you threaten Mr. Babulal? -Rubbish!

He was a victim of a deadly conspiracy.

Who do you think it was?

He accused you of corruption.

-So, did you-- -What do you mean?

What the hell do you mean?

That I got him killed?

He was like... my family.

One of the founders of this party.

Babulal's murder...

will cost them dearly.

Very dearly.

They're scared...

panic stricken!

Their singular objective is to destroy our unity.

But, they don't know...

that Rashtrawadi's foundations aren't so weak

as to be shaken by such incidents.

Baseless allegations...

imaginary scandals.

They're scrambling around for dirt to throw at us!

But, let them know, that if you spit at the sky...

it will land back on your face.

The repercussions will be severe.

The repercussions will be severe!

Inspector Sharma!

Your vacation's over. Do something useful now.

Let's talk later.

We're petitioning the court

to reopen the rape investigation against Prithvi.

Mark my words, he will be behind bars.

We're also asking the Election Commission

to disqualify him since he is a criminal.

That's fine, Veeru.

But, for the election we only need people's support

which we are assured of anyway.

-Let the sleeping dogs lie. -Sooraj!

In politics, you never let the dogs sleep.

You keep them awake.

So that when needed...

they bark!

Make me talk to Prithvi. It's urgent.

It's Inspector Bhola Singh. Says it's urgent.

-Hello? -Hello, sir.

Our target is at Mr. Veerendra's farm house.

-The security is very tight. -Okay.

Tell me what do I do?

Get your men out of there. I'm on my way.

Head to Chhattarpur farms.

Get going, everyone.

Party president Prithvi Singh did a road show in Madhaopur.

There was a great amount of enthusiasm in people.

Men, women, children and even senior citizens participated in it.

First a rally at Ramna Maidan and now a road show at Madhaopur.

With this new and youthful image of Prithvi Singh

he is slowly gaining popularity amongst young voters...

When you play hide and seek with me, It casts a spell on my heart

Hey, Sharma! Where were you hiding, huh?

That was one long vacation!

I really missed you.

I made a huge mistake, sir.

Your slap packs a solid punch, pal.

It does!

Why don't you give me a sample?

It was a huge mistake.

I did apologize to Mr. Brij Gopal.

So? Lovely, wasn't it?

You did the right thing.

I deserved it.

Henceforth, I'll be good.

I'm the one who made that woman

withdraw her complaint against you.

Yeah, that woman!

Glad that you reminded me of her.

I've to settle her dues too.

I'll bring her to you, whenever you want.

Good. Call her now.

Mr. Sharma! What's up?

I'm here with the boss.

He wants to meet you.

-Where are you? -Been shopping at the new market.

Call Nathu and Ballu.

-They should be there. -Wait right there.

I'm sending a car.

-Veerendra's called you urgently. -Yeah, sure.

Made by hand.

Hey, hey! Let go! Let go of me.

-Come on, sit in the car. -Let go of me!

-Come on, sit inside. Don't shout! -Let go of me!

Let go of me!

-Please, help me! -Stop it!

-Tell me. -Sir, our men are here.

-Who are they? -There's Ballu.

He moves with Prithvi.

To the new market.

-Somebody help! -Help me! Help!

Please help me!

Yes, Samar.

Have you gone crazy, brother?

Now that everything's going well, don't do anything stupid.

It's done.

You should've seen his face.

Brother, please listen to me.

Let go of me! Please, let me go!

Just a second.

I've another favor to return.

I'll call you later.

Please get out of there, fast!

Let me go.

Please, let me go.

How are you, sweetheart?

Now, tell me, where do you want to contest from?

From Sitapur?

Or from hell?

We have freedom of the press. She will have to talk.

You're right.

The media is free.

But remember...

your freedom cannot be used to terrorize us.

Sir, this is Inspector Singh.

SP Sharma was killed around 4:00 p.m.

We've found drugs on his body.

-Clean it up. -Okay.

-I'll inform Veeru about this. -No!

Don't bother. I'll tell him myself.

Okay.

Sensational news!

It is unprecedented in the country's election history

that so many nominations of one party have been rejected together.

The Election Commission has said that the nominations

were incorrectly filed.

The papers were correctly filed, Veeru.

Yes, everything was in order.

In order, my foot!

Instead of originals, photocopies were submitted.

Even the affidavits didn't have your signatures.

We lost 17 seats without even contesting.

Whose side are you on?

I know whose side they're on.

And who is responsible for this.

Why did you do this?

Why?

Hang us if you wish, Veeru.

We were compelled.

You don't even deserve to be hanged.

Veeru!

Let go!

Please leave.

They were 23. How come only 17 got rejected?

Six of Sooraj's men backed out.

Exit poll result for the first round.

Of 73 seats, they're predicting 45 to 47 for us.

That's nonsense!

Out of 73, we shall take 52.

Victory to Prithvi Pratap!

Victory to Jan Shakti!

Victory to Prithvi Pratap!

Victory to Jan Shakti!

Victory to Prithvi Pratap!

I failed to understand you.

Even I love you very much.

Just didn't know how to express it.

Prithvi!

You! You're the one I'll vote for!

For 25 years, I've voted for Rashtrawadi party.

But this time, I will vote for you!

No one can defeat you.

Victory to Prithvi Pratap!

Samar Pratap seems to have boosted

his brother Prithvi Pratap's campaign tremendously.

In villages, towns, cities, and in every corner of the state...

The Election Commission rejected our petition against Prithvi.

It's waiting for the court's decision.

What the hell is going on!

First Babulal...

then Sharma...

and then the nominations conspiracy!

That little brat...

is now dictating our future?

And you, Sooraj?

You're unable to do anything.

-It will work out. -Like hell it will!

Just keep consoling me

because you can't offer me any confidence!

Veerendra Pratap...

doesn't need anyone's support.

-Daya. -Yes, sir?

-Where are you going? -To the restroom, sir.

They've to leave for the airport. Hurry up.

Samar!

Samar!

Wait!

Don't go near the car. Step back!

What happened, Prithvi?

Look after mother.

Brother!

The fever isn't subsiding.

He is still passed out.

Nothing seems to be going right.

Everything will fall apart.

-Sir? -Where Is Sooraj?

What is the matter?

-Where is Sooraj? -He is asleep.

He has a fever. Should I wake him up?

No.

You won't be able to see this.

It's better if you stay here.

Sir, please say something.

What are you doing, sir!

The family that fed you...

supported you, gave you a life.

He wants to destroy that family?

-Sooraj would never do that. -He's been doing it!

You gave birth to a snake.

That can't be!

I would have believed it if he was my blood.

But he is a blessing from God. Everyone worships him.

-What did you just say? -We were childless.

It was 30 years ago...

that I found him in a boat near the Sukhamaniya ghats at Benaras.

He was wrapped in this cloth and had this jewellery on.

No one knows about this.

Not even Sooraj.

How can Sooraj do this to us with you around?

-I can't do anything to him. -Why not?

Because he is...

your son.

What?

Your first born...

who I snatched away from you.

From here on, you'll have to walk alone, sister.

Please tell me...

what I can do for you?

An unfortunate mother has come to ask forgiveness from her son.

Your son?

Who are you talking about?

You, Sooraj.

You are my son.

Listen...

you're in shock.

I am sorry for your loss.

No, Sooraj.

It is true.

Ram Charittar isn't your father.

30 years ago...

he found you at the riverside in Benaras.

What kind of a joke is this!

Son, I gave birth to you.

You are my first born.

The elder brother of Prithvi and Samar.

You are lying!

You're just trying to protect your son.

Bhaskar Sanyal was your father.

I worshipped him.

One day, we got carried away...

in a storm of emotions.

But he considered it a mistake

and forsook everything.

I was an unmarried.

Please forgive me, son.

I was bound by the limitations of my family's honor.

So, why are you telling me this now?

Come home, son.

That is where you belong.

Samar will happily accept you.

The party will also get a boost.

Moreover, you are the eldest.

You should be the leader.

Beg your pardon?

Leader? Wow!

You said I am your son, yet you're playing a dirty trick on me?

-No, Sooraj, I was-- -Do you really believe...

that by dangling the promise of power you can twist my integrity?

You may have given birth to me...

but I am the son of Ram Charittar Kumar and Shanti Devi.

My soul is that of a Dalit.

Mrs. Bharati...

I won't make the same mistake you did.

Veerendra Pratap supported me when I was down and out.

He gave me respect and an identity.

Only he has the right to my loyalty.

I will stand by him until my last breath.

Bharati.

Don't you trust me, father?

I will never let the Rashtrawadi Party down.

The final victory will be ours.

God is testing us severely.

But you will not break.

You will have to be strong.

Everything is over.

We are orphaned.

Samar...

now you are our only hope.

It is true...

that we have suffered a very tragic blow.

But don't forget...

that the resolve undertaken by our leader, Prithvi...

is still alive.

Brothers...

nothing is over.

We are not orphans.

Come.

This is Mrs. Indu Prithvi Pratap.

Jan Shakti party's new leader.

Under her leadership, we'll contest the elections...

and be victorious!

I, Brij Gopal...

as the mentor of the Jan Shakti Party...

nominate Mrs. Indu Prithvi Pratap...

as Jan Shakti Party's new president.

We support this nomination.

You have our support!

-I... -I, Indu Prithvi Pratap.

take this vow, in the presence of God.

Take this vow, in the presence of God,

that I will be a member of the Jan Shakti Party for life.

that I will be a member of the Jan Shakti Party for life.

And follow every rule.

And follow every rule.

And command of the party.

And command of the party.

-Long live Jan Shakti! -Long live Jan Shakti!

-Long live India! -Long live India!

Victory to Indu Pratap!

Victory to Indu Pratap!

Victory to Indu Pratap!

Victory to Indu Pratap!

My tears haven't dried up yet.

And I won't allow them to dry up...

unless I get an answer from you!

Tell me...

how can you tolerate

these unending attacks on me?

My father-in-law was brutally murdered.

But, you remained silent.

His own son was humiliated

and driven out of his party.

But, you remained silent.

They mercilessly made me a widow...

even before the henna on my hands faded.

And even now, you remain silent!

Why?

Answer me!

Are you going to vote my family's killers into power?

No!

Is this your sense of justice?

No!

Does my sacrifice count for nothing?

It does!

Answer me!

It does! It does!

All initial reports seem to point towards a majority for Indu Pratap.

After the history of conflict with the Rashtrawadi Party

violence was anticipated

but barring one or two incidents, the elections were peaceful.

There were a few complaints against the EVMs.

From Bada Bazaar, in Balrampur

with cameraman Ram Narayan, this is Mukta Tiwari for Star News.

Hindu, Muslims all seem to be in one line.

It's entirely a one-sided contest.

The widow is going to sweep it all away.

-Hello, sir. -Hello.

-How are things? -Here we had no problems.

But the reports from other areas aren't too encouraging.

Most exit polls predict 120 to 130 seats

for the Jan Shakti party led by Indu Pratap.

Victory to Indu Pratap! Long live Indu Pratap!

At this rate, in the 207-member legislative assembly

Jan Shakti will hold a clear majority.

The party workers of Jan Shakti are already celebrating.

On the other side, the Rashtrawadi party office is a picture of gloom.

What is the report?

...there have been some stray complaints

about the malfunctioning of Electronic Voting Machines.

The machine in our booth just wasn't working.

No matter which button we pressed, the vote registered elsewhere.

Similar complaints were...

He has rigged the machines.

I am dead sure!

Where is the boss?

He's been up all night watching TV reports.

It's urgent.

So, Raghav, tell me

are the voting machines actually tampered with?

It's easy to hack an EVM.

Sir...

it's Moti.

Some suspicious activity at Bankepur.

-Tell me. -Sir.

Samar and his men are here since last night

with computers, antennae and other stuff.

I heard they're tampering with the voting machines by remote.

What the...

Keep an eye on them.

-I'm on my way. -Okay.

Follow me to the Bankepur area.

-Come on, hurry up. -Hurry up!

Where did he go?

I have no idea. He just drove off.

What do you mean? Where was the security?

-He must've said something. -Nothing at all.

He isn't answering his phone.

-Yes, Sooraj. -Veeru, where are you?

Near the defunct Bankepur cable factory.

I'm on my way. Don't get out of the car.

By then Samar will change all the bloody votes.

Come on, that's impossible!

Now, it's impossible to trust anyone, Sooraj.

Using some fancy hi-tech tricks,

he is snatching our votes. And you say--

Just don't get out of the car! I'm on my way.

He's here.

Alone.

Nobody shoots.

His car is bullet-proof.

Sooraj Kumar is here too, sir.

-Yes? -Veeru...

nothing's happening here.

It's better we leave.

Didn't you see anything outside?

I didn't see anyone outside.

They're talking on the phone.

We can't wait for long.

They are hiding somewhere.

-I'll take a look. -No! Don't step out.

I'll take a look.

Not until Veeru steps out.

Shoot, Sooraj!

Shoot him, Sooraj!

Shoot him, Sooraj!

Veeru, quick.

Veeru!

Don't close your eyes!

Shoot! Shoot!

Veeru...

Let's finish this war right here, Samar.

Just...

allow me to take Veeru to the hospital.

Then I'll go wherever you want me to.

My life is in your hands.

I am bound by my commitment...

to protect my friend.

Come on, Veeru.

What are you waiting for, Samar?

He is unarmed.

So?

It wasn't that they killed your father and brother in a battle.

Don't get trapped between justice and ethics.

This is the time!

Don't lose sight of the goal you entered this fight for.

Remember, in politics...

victory is all that matters.

And, your victory will be incomplete as long as he is alive.

Sooraj!

I...

I, Indu Pratap...

swear in the name of God

that I will uphold

the Indian constitution

with dedication, honesty and respect.

I shall always seek to preserve the unity and diversity of India.

As the Chief Minister of the state

I promise to perform my duties with dedication

and a clear conscience.

I never wanted to do...

the things I did.

You, of all people, know this, uncle.

Please forgive me.

I know that you may never be able to forgive me.

Do you really have to go?

You know that I always wanted to stay away from politics.

I feared the demons...

that it brings out.

But, that is exactly what happened.

I couldn't escape my circumstances...

and ended up losing everything.

But, I know...

I know that you're not like that.

Your heart is pure.

You'll be okay.

My world was very different, Indu...

in which I only had Sarah.

But, you'll have to return soon.

There's something your brother has left behind.

I am pregnant.

It's been long since this family received some good news.

Come back soon.

Of course, I will.

But on one condition.

You'll have to receive me in a car with the flashing red light.

Uncle?

Ram Charittar is a part of the family.

Where can he go?

I've always been the one to take you to the airport.

As a child, you used to play in my lap...

Please, forgive me.

No, uncle.