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This temple of Goddess Mahakali . . .

. . . is located between two states of Rajputana . . .

. . . Mirtagarh and Surjangarh.

Since God knows how many years, on the day of Vijaydashmi . . .

. . . a calf is scarified at the feet of the Goddess every year.

These people forget, that though mute . . .

. . . a mother is after all a mother.

They have a blind belief that the Kshatriyas (warriors ) . . .

. . . of whichever state offer the sacrifice . . .

. . . it will rain in that state.

And in this desert region, even a drop of water . . .

. . . is perhaps more valuable that human life.

That is why, the Kshatiryas of both states are always at war.

A massacre fellows.

The winner offers the sacrifice . . .

. . . and offers prayers to the Goddess with great aplomb.

lt is said that by the grace of the Goddess . . .

. . . dark clouds would line up the sky.

But what about the lives that were lost?

The British residents joined the priests and clerics.

And it was decided that from next year . . .

. . . a Kshatriya each from Mirtagarh and Surjangarh . . .

. . . will come forward to offer the sacrifice.

They will have a dual.

And the winner will be given the honour to offer the sacrifice.

Life and death danced hand in hand.

The Goddess would be pleased . . .

. . . but the fire of enmity . . .

. . . continued to rage between the two states.

One among the two Kshatriyas would get killed.

Time flew and the Britishers left our country.

But the tradition of offering sacrifice continues.

The responsibility of maintaining law and order . . .

. . . in this region . . .

. . . is in the hands of police officer Thakur Ganga Singh.

And personal enmity continues to brew . . .

. . . between the two royal families.

King Bhavani Singh is from the royal family of Mirtagarh.

His wife is Maheshwari Devi.

And their only daughter, Princess Divya.

And the King's younger brother, Jaswant Singh.

King Prithvi Singh is from the royal family of Surjangarh.

His wife, Suman.

His younger brother, Divendra Pratap Singh.

And his son, Vijay Pratap Singh . . .

. . . who the King and the Queen . . .

. . . love more than they would their own child.

lt is said that love can blossom even in enmity.

Divya and Vijay met at the fair . . .

. . . and fell in love.

But Mirtagarh's Diwan Ajay Singh . . .

. . . and his son Shakti Singh . . .

. . . will not allow this flower of love to bloom.

- Bless me father. . . . - Bless you, son.

. . .that l attain victory and offer the sacrifice to the Goddess.

The calf will be sacrificed.

But along with that, if you also kill the prince of Surjangarh. . .

. . . the Goddess will be pleased . . .

. . . and we'll be very pleased.

- What are you saying, father! - Yes, kill him.

lf you can do this, the fire of enmity . . .

. . . between Mirtagarh and Surjangarh . . .

. . . will rage to such an extent . . .

. . . that it will not get doused for years.

Mirtagarh will be busy waging a war.

No one will even pay attention to the royal treasury.

And we will continue to do as we please.

Understand?

Heed my advise, son.

This fire should continue to rage.

Whenever we see it getting doused, we'll add fuel to fire.

Talking sweet is invaluable.

Father, until l am alive, this fire will never get doused.

Today, on Vijaydashmi day . . .

. . . a sacrifice will be offered to the Goddess.

The two Kshatriyas who will compete to offer the sacrifice. .

. . . their names are, . . .

. . . Mirtagarh's Thakur Shakti Singh.

And Surjangarh's Prince Vijay Pratap Singh.

You? Over here?

Forget all that. Just get dressed quickly.

We are going to the fair. l've taken permission from mother.

No! l am scared. What if someone recognizes you?

l have found a solution to that.

Just come quickly!

No, Shakti Singh!

lf you attack the unarmed prince, there will be bloodshed.

Shakti Singh, you are wielding Mirtagarh's sword . . .

. . . which has never attacked an unarmed enemy nor ever will.

You have won. Go and offer the sacrifice.

Go and take the blessings of the Goddess.

Go!

Hail Mirtagarh!

Hail Goddess Jagdambe!

l swear on the Goddess . . .

. . . if l was in Prithvi Singh's place . . .

. . . l would never have stopped Shakti Singh.

Even if he'd chop you to pieces.

The job left undone by Shakti Singh . . .

. . . l will myself complete it.

What are you doing!

Please calm down.

Vijay is the sole heir of this family name.

And you want to kill him?

Rather than have such a son, . . .

. . . it would be better if we were childless.

You are right, Divendra Pratap Singh.

My pampering and your love has made him weak.

He has become a coward.

From tomorrow, l will teach you to wield a sword.

And next year, by offering the sacrifice at the temple . . .

. . . we'll make the people of Mirtagarh taste defeat.

Brother-in-law has come!

Welcome, brother-in-law!

Queen, look who is here!

- Greetings, sister-in-law. - Bless you.

You have given me immense pleasure.

You don't know how nice l'm feeling returning home.

Where is your wife?

She did return from abroad with me.

She stayed back in Bombay for some work.

l will go and bring her in a few days.

Firstly, you married a foreigner without informing us.

Now you are making me wait to even see her face.

You are too much!

Tell him what you have also done, or should l tell him?

l don't understand.

Sister-in-law! Mirtagarh is going to get a heir!

l'm going to get a nephew!

How can you be so sure it's going to be a son?

You will sire a son, because l'm saying so!

And l only say what's written in the scriptures.

And what we say only is written in the scriptures!

You two are talking nonsense.

Have you never seen anyone go mad with happiness before?

- No. - Why are you lying?

Whenever l see you, l go mad.

The one who has touched your heart . . .

. . . could cause you sorrow.

lt will be better to forget him.

What are you saying!

What can l say? Your destiny is saying it.

Then hear what l have to say.

l will prove both, your words and my destiny wrong.

- Don't talk like that. - l don't believe in such things.

She believes in such things, you read her palm.

She has immense faith in such things.

There is a lot of upheaval in your life.

You will spend your life with a soldier.

- A soldier? - Yes, a soldier.

Priest, that means even Madhu will fall in love?

There is nothing greater than the bond of love.

lt is the norm for humans to fall in love.

Did you hear that? Even you will fall in love now.

What thoughts are you lost in?

Jessie uncle! When did you come?

How are you? You've grown so big!

l'm fine.

- Greetings, sir. - Greetings, priest.

- How are things? - Everything is fine.

Where are you lost? He is my Jessie uncle.

l mean, uncle Jaswant Singh.

- Hello. - Hello. And who is she?

She is my friend Madhulika, Ashopal's daughter.

But we all call her Madhu.

Then even l'll call her Madhu.

Come, uncle. lt's very good that you came.

My loneliness was killing me.

What loneliness?

Perhaps you are not aware. You going to get a younger brother.

- l know. - You do?

Then you won't be lonely.

When he comes, you won't need anybody.

Not even me.

Where are you going now?

l'm not needed anymore.

Alright, now tell me, how many enemies did you kill in the war?

There is a lot of upheaval in life.

You will spend your life with a soldier.

''Tell me, friend. Reveal your heart's secret to me''

''A stranger came at the river''

''The girl moved her veil''

''She quenched the thirst of the stranger''

''And love flourished in her heart''

''lt began to pour''

''And a love saga began!''

''A bangle vendor came in the street''

''He looked simple and innocent''

''He wore the glass bangles on my hand''

''And the thief stole . . . .''

''. . . my heart, my youth''

''And a love saga began!''

''Since childhood, this one story . . . .''

''. . . . l've heard, and stepped into youth''

''There was a king and queen''

''l understand that story today''

''You are the king and l'm the queen''

''And a love saga began!''

l'm pregnant.

- Really? - Yes.

What are you doing!

l can see all the happiness in the world in your eyes.

How can l not kiss them?

l only pray to God, that if l beget a son . . . .

. . . he should be like Vijay.

You will beget a son, l promise you that.

And also promise that he will not return defeated.

l will make him so tough that he will win every battle of life.

''Life will be filled with the magic of love''

''My hair will open and spread in your lap''

''My lips wants to reveal what's in my heart''

''But the eyes stop me''

''They say they'll die of embarrassment''

Why did you stop? Continue.

You sing very well.

- Please sing. - l won't be able to sing in your presence.

Why?

l forget the song.

But tell me, why do you sing such songs at such a young age?

- l'm not a baby. - l didn't say you were a baby.

Only those who've been betrayed in love sing such songs.

Have you ever loved anyone?

l didn't do it, it just happened.

Yes, you are right.

Love isn't done, it just happens.

l think even you have fallen in love with someone.

Yes.

- Who is she? - She's very sweet.

- And? - She even sings well.

- And? - Her personality is enchanting.

She captures your heart and becomes a part of your life.

lt seems like you are talking exactly how l feel.

Who is the one who has become a part of your life?

Will l have to tell you that?

Ask your heart.

Why? Don't you like me?

l do like you. Like you very much, but . . .

But what? l am poor? l am not a king's daughter?

l don't think like that, please!

- Then? - You misunderstand me.

l was not talking about you but someone else.

Even she is sweet like you. She sings, but in English.

She is an English woman. l met her aboard.

And l am married to her.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Go away from here, Vijay.

- Why? - l am afraid.

Of whom? Me? Or yourself?

Of that wall of hatred and enmity . . .

. . . which stands between our families since aeons.

lt may happen that our love gets crushed under that wall.

Why don't you think instead . . .

. . . that our love will break that wall? Forever!

Even if l lose my life trying to do this . . .

Please don't talk like that, Vijay.

l'll not be able to live if anything happens to you.

All of us have to die, Divya.

Only love doesn't die. lt never dies.

Sweet talk is invaluable.

But it would have been better if l'd gone dumb . . .

. . . before speaking this bitter truth.

King. . . . Princess Divya. . . .

What happened to my daughter?

May God protect her!

But the princess is no longer a child.

She is in love with Vijay Pratap of Surjangarh . . . .

No!

lf what you've said turns out to be untrue . . .

. . . l will make you dumb!

You can ask Divya yourself, King.

They met at the fair. Their love grew.

And now things have reached such a stage . . .

. . . that he has even started to come and meet her here.

lf he comes here now, kill him.

Alright.

Then he said. . . .

Where are you going? Sit there!

Even you are a party to what has happened.

Do you know any Vijay Pratap?

You also know that he is the Prince of Surjangarh?

And he had come here too?

Answer me!

Your silence has given me all the answers.

God knows, l have loved you more than my life.

But if someone dares to play with my family honour . . .

. . . l can never tolerate that.

Then even if it is someone who is very dear to me.

- What happened? - Mom!

Ask your daughter, who's repaying your debt of siring her . . .

. . . by keeping our honour at the feet of our enemy.

Keep her in her limits. And tell her . . .

. . . that she will not step out of the palace from now on.

Mom.

You shameless girl! You have disgraced us!

You dare to love the son of our enemy!

You love the son of our enemy!

Sister-in-law, what are you doing!

You should not beat a young girl.

- Do you know what she has done? - l have heard everything.

- l feel like throttling her! - Sister-in-law, no!

You go from here.

Divya is an intelligent girl. She will heed my advise.

Go from here.

Go.

Uncle, won't you also support me?

You have done such a thing that has put even me in a dilemma.

You have lived abroad for so many years.

lf you also start talking like that . . .

Staying abroad can change your way of thinking . . .

. . . not what's in your blood.

Enmity with them is in our blood.

Then kill me.

No, child. Calm down.

See how much your uncle loves you.

Listen, l am going for 2-3 days to the city.

To bring your aunt. She is returning from Bombay.

Promise me, that until l return . . .

. . . you will not meet him.

Promise me.

''Even if you keep it under watch . . .''

''. . . the bird does not stay in the cage''

''They get lost in their love''

''And belong to each other''

''Who has the heart ever listened to''

Who is that? Who can it be at such a late hour?

- What is it? - Come quickly. Diwan has called you.

l'm coming, but what is the matter?

Vijaypratap, Surjangarh's Prince has reached the palace.

- Father, don't go. - No, l'll have to go.

Don't go. l won't let this bloodshed happen.

- l'll have to go. The Deewan has ordered. - No father.

- Move. l said move. - No father! - Move!

No father. Don't go father!

- Come on. - Stop! Don't go father!

- Vijay, go from here. - And leave you here?

For my sake, just go!

Uncle!

Deewan, he has died.

'Talking sweet, is very valuable'

Fool, haven't you ever seen anyone die?

But Rajasaheb had not ordered us to kill him.

- So what happened? - The consequences will not be good.

The following bloodshed will destroy both the families.

- l will tell everything to Rajasaheb. - You will?

- We'll get Vijay's corpse. - Don't call my son a corpse.

- Who will come with me. - Vijay's father will go.

No brother, l will go to get Vijay's corpse.

Come along, but remember l won't let any bloodshed to happen.

l will not allow you to carry any weapons.

l grief his death.

God witnesses the fact that l did not want this to happen.

Don't take my Vijay.

Don't take him.

Leave me! Vijay, l am coming!

Bhavani Singh is a murderer! Move!

You murdered these two innocent kids.

Everything has been taken care of, but what to do about her?

Does she have any family?

l think she has no family.

- And the one who doesn't have any family has. . . - God.

- No. lt's Jamunabai. - Jamunabai?

- Yes. - That brothel owner?

'Talking sweet is very valuable.'

Don't ever mention the brothel. Jamunabai is a music teacher.

- Yes. - Come, let's sympathizes with her.

Okay dad.

He was a very noble and loyal man.

- May his soul rest in peace. - Madhu, we sympathize with you.

But what can we do? We cannot defy destiny.

Vijaypratap, with whom you wanted your friend Divya to be. . .

. . . killed your father.

Yes child. We just wanted to get him out of Mirtagarh.

But he attacked your father and got himself killed too.

Whatever happened, now we don't want you to beg people.

We will want you to be well off.

- Child, you can sing very well. - Yes.

- Nandu. - Yes sir.

Take Madhu to Jamunabai's music institute.

Child, go there and learn to sing.

Be successful, then even your father will rest in peace.

Okay child, we will leave. Have courage.

Driver, stop the car.

- Greetings, Rajasaheb. - Greetings. This is my wife.

- Greetings! - Where are you going?

- lf l knew, l would have told you. - What happened?

- ls everything fine? ls your father fine? - Absolutely fine.

Now he will never be troubled.

Why are you talking in riddles? Tell me what has happened.

You go in the palace you will know everything.

Come on.

Sir!

No!

Why didn't you die before giving that bad news?

Now listen to one thing.

lnform everyone in Surjangarh . . .

. . . not to give a statement against Jaswant Singh.

Because l'll punish Jaswant Singh and not the law.

You are my wife. Who else will l touch if not you?

- Come here. - You are not the man l married.

He was so nice, so gentle.

He was not beast!

Control your self.

Atleast keep in mind that you are carrying our child.

l ask you, why do you give life when you don't respect it.

My child will be born. l will give him my blood.

l will bring him up, then when he grows up, he will be a beast.

He will murder someone, or someone will murder him.

Please, control yourself.

There is nothing to worry.

But she is very tensed and in shock too.

Your help is required to reduce the tension.

lf her tension isn't reduced, the child can be affected too.

Now you go.

Okay, if you want to go back, then you can.

But it will be difficult for me to come along with you.

The responsibility of the palace and the state is now mine.

l will go there alone. And my child will be born there.

Where there will be love and not hatred and bloodshed.

Jenny returned to England.

Prithvi Singh was imprisoned.

Both the families drowned in sorrow.

But sorrow and happiness come hand in hand.

Both the palaces had a happiness knocking on their doors.

Mahashwaridevi gave birth to Vikram Singh.

And Suman gave birth to Vijaypratap.

''l dreamed of the little Lord Krishna''

''Wheatish complexion, a flute in hand . . .''

''. . . and curly hair''

No Suman, never get Vinay here.

After he grows up, if he ever questions . . .

. . . where his father is. What will you tell him?

lf he stays here, he will surely ask about you.

Why not send Vinay to England for his education?

That is absolutely right. We should send him to England.

By the time he finishes his studies, l'll also be released.

And l myself will answer all his questions.

ln England Jenny died after giving birth to a daughter.

And wrote in her will that till she doesn't finish her studies. . .

. . .she should not go back to lndia.

Jaswant Singh was left all alone.

''l am a lonely lost woman''

''He is an ocean of love''

''We could not get together''

''l deceived myself''

''What a fool l was''

''My love story remained incomplete''

''What is that noise''

''Why is my heart beating faster''

''Someone has come here''

''The one with great difficulty, l had forgotten about''

''l am reminded of old times''

''My love story remained incomplete''

''What do l do if not dance''

''What do l do if not cry''

''The one shy of a mirror''

''ls now a nautch girl''

''My love is story . . .''

''This is my love story . . .''

Madhu was taken under Jaswant Singh's wings.

She found her lost love . . .

. . . and he got a reason to live.

- Sir, you called us? - Remain standing Deewan.

- Get him. - Sir, it's not my fault.

- Do you know him? - Yes.

Was this man with you when Ashopal was cremated?

- l don't remember. Shakti Singh, was he . . . - Yes sir.

- He was there. - And he took Madhu with him on your orders?

Yes, he took her to the Music lnstitute.

Now she must have obtained a degree in music. Right?

ln a Music lnstitute or at Jamunabai's brothel?

- But sir, . . . l - Quiet! Don't you have manners. . .

. . . that you are not to interfere when he is talking?

Sir, what were you saying!

Madhu was sold to Jamunabai. . .

. . .and a girl from a decent family had to live in a brothel!

Oh God! What are you saying! You scoundrel!

- What have you done? - lt was better for that Rascal to die.

The truth is that it would be better if a man like me dies too.

A small mistake of mine ruined an innocent girl's life.

- l should die! - Father, what are you doing?

Sir, stop him!

Whatever happened so happened. Take care of this corpse.

And keep in mind that the truth did not die with him.

- Come on Vickey, now you fire. - No uncle.

Come on. This is a kshatriya's toy, what's to fear?

'Talking sweet is very valuable'

He will surely renown the family name.

He is scared of firecrackers, how will he fire a gun?

You are crying! You have to make your enemy cry.

- Come on. - No uncle, l beg you.

lf the future King of Mirtagarh is scared of gun shots. . .

. . .what will happen of Mirtagarh?

- No uncle! - Come on, take this and fire it.

- No uncle. - l said, fire!

Brother-in-law, stop. Leave him.

What are you doing? Why are you scaring him?

l am getting rid of his fear. He is scared of gun fire.

Vikram Singh in my womb had heard that gun fire. . .

. . .that Prithvi Singh was responsible for.

Mahashwaridevi send her son far from the world of hatred. . .

. . . to England.

To take revenge Jaswant Singh . . .

. . . waited for Prithvi Singh to be released.

And even Prithvi Singh in prison. . .

. . . equally impatient to face Jaswant Singh.

But in England, destiny has other plans.

Can you recognize who he is?

l cannot recognize him, but seeing the glow in your eyes. . .

. . . l can say that he is our Prince.

Yes, he is my Vikram. He has grown up so much.

- He looks just like his father. - But he has your eyes.

- Who is with him. - He has written, it is his friend.

His name is . . . Yes, Vinny.

You are perspiring.

lf anyone misbehaves with you, you beat him up.

That's different. But l'm scared of gun shots since childhood.

Why? Did something happen when you were a kid?

l don't remember anything, even if l try.

Then this must be your fear. And you should get rid of it.

What are you scared of?

Think that someone who wants to kill me is standing there.

What will you do? You will kill him, right?

Did you see, you got rid of your fear.

But the girl is an lndian.

- She seems to be from a good family. - And beautiful too.

Now drop her home too.

You are an Oxford student and you have such habits?

Vickey, l have to meet Professor Hoffman, l'll leave.

Come.

You told the police officer that l was with you.

Now consider that l will always be with you.

My pet name is Tannu.

- What's your name? - l am Vikram. Everyone calls me Vicky.

Even you are not bad. But drugs are and even the company you keep.

Why do you want to ruin your life?

Anyone can make a mistake in life.

l'll leave or else your hostel superintendent will be upset.

You cannot have both Vicky's friendship and drugs. Okay?

lt's your father. How are you child?

When are you coming home? When are you coming to lndia?

- Don't say that. - Why do you call me again and again?

- l don't want to talk to you. - Neelima.

Neelu, why do you hate lndians so much? Even l am an lndian.

You are an lndian girl. l hate lndian men.

Even your father is an lndian.

That is why mother left him and brought me here before my birth.

ln these modern days, they are lagging behind.

They said, they have shown my horoscope to an astrologer.

And you will get married to an lndian boy.

What if that is your destiny?

l will fight destiny.

l will prove that man can change his destiny.

Don't be so overconfident. You want to fight destiny.

When you find your dream boy, then not only destiny, . . .

. . . you won't even be able to control your heart.

My dear . . . . daughter!

This is someone else's letter.

This is someone else's letter.

Perhaps l will get to meet her through this letter.

Shall l read it?

But l may get to know a person through this letter.

Let's read it.

My dearest son.

This letter . . .

lt's mine.

- Did you read it? - No.

Even this is open. Did you . . . .

What a coincidence!

We are not only lndian, but we belong to the same city.

Why don't you phone your daddy?

So you . . . . did not read my letter?

But you should talk to your father.

Do you know how much affection a father's heart is filled with?

Of course.

That is why your father never remembered you till today.

And you did not read my letter?

Not like that, madam.

We both have lied.

So we both should be punished.

What punishment?

Your punishment is that you will phone your father.

And my punishment is that l'll be with you . . .

. . . until you talk to him.

For these stupid things, l hate lndia and lndians.

Think before you speak.

What if you are married to an lndian?

Why are you concerned, whether l talk to my father or not?

l just want to see you and your father happy.

lf not him, phone me. l will convey the message to him.

Child, are you alright?

Thank God, the child is safe.

The girl was so happy to be in her father's arms.

You seem to be more happy.

You know, the one who you saved was an lndian girl?

And you hate lndia and lndians.

But l love humans.

Not matter which race he belongs to.

lf a person does not have even this much love in his heart, . . .

. . . then he is a beast, not a human.

This what l wanted to hear from you.

Your soul is as beautiful as you are.

Thank God, you accepted something.

l felt good talking to you.

' My telephone number . . . .'

'Note it on your heart'

'Don't destroy my love'

'Phone me everyday'

'This shade of silky hair'

' l hope they don't put me to sleep'

'Very pretty you are'

'You stare at me all the time'

' lf today you are in a hurry to go'

'Promise that you will come tomorrow'

'This climate is very pleasant'

' l want to pacify my angry beloved'

'Tell me what do you intend'

'Listen, l promise you . . .'

' l will never go away from you'

'Our friendship will never break'

'There is no turning back on this path'

'There is no other path'

'Come on, let's be friends'

'Or else commit suicide'

' l will not leave till l'm alive'

' l will not break this promise'

Today l have come to give you a very good news.

l have thrown away all the drugs.

Really?

You will more by evening.

Never again.

Not even when l am old.

Every drug addict says the same.

Listen.

You called me an addict. l am an addict.

But not to that drugs, to you.

Wow! As if l am a drug pill.

Love is an addiction.

Even you try it once. lt will be fun.

Viny, she is my friend Tanvi.

l mean Vinay Pratap Singh.

We have met earlier.

Really? Where?

lt is better if you don't ask.

Just a minute.

Our Neel with an lndian boy?

Till yesterday you hated every lndian.

Love has killed hatred, Tanu.

Where is that Neel who said she would fight destiny?

That she would change destiny.

Looks like the marriage . . . . . . . is going to be true.

Come.

l wish this magic is cast on that idiot. lt will be fun.

On whom? Who is he?

He is his friend. Ask him.

Who? Vicky?

Vicky is my cousin.

Really?

Yes. You know father's elder brother King of Mirtagarh.

He is his son.

You belong to Mirtagarh, l belong to Surjangarh.

My father is a police officer in Surjangarh.

Then l will have to help you.

Follow him everywhere from tomorrow.

We both are going to London city. Come there.

' l came drawn towards you'

' l came attracted by you'

'With a delicate bond of love . . .'

'. . . secretly . . .'

'. . . you tied me'

' l became your beloved'

' l received your message'

' l got a potion of love'

'Till now l consumed poison'

'Love is not a hangover'

' lt is not my fault'

' l am unaware'

' My heart is the one who did everything'

You cannot go without listening to me, Vicky.

Okay, tell me what is it.

Do you want me to get back to drug addiction?

lt is your life. You can do whatever you like.

That's the problem. My life no more belongs to me.

Then whom does it belong to?

The master of my life is questioning me.

Look, Tanvi. l mean . . .

l have heard your decision.

lt was my fault.

Believe me. l will never want you to go back to that life.

l don't want your sympathy.

Tanvi, you backed out so soon?

l was testing you.

Really?

Master, its your daughter's call from Oxford.

- My daughter? - Yes.

Who? Dear Neelima?

Papa, l'm your daughter Neelima speaking.

- ls everything find. - l'm fine, Papa.

Papa, l'm coming to lndia.

Yes, papa.

l am coming to lndia.

You are coming to lndia?

l think today is my lucky day.

My daughter is coming to lndia. What more can l wish for?

- When are you coming? - l will come before Diwali.

Take care. And come soon.

l can see the joy flow from these eyes on my release.

But along with that joy, what is this slight fear of?

You are right.

l feel terrified wondering . . .

. . . what will be your next step.

Trust me, Suman.

My every step will be for your love and the prestige of Surjangarh.

- Master! - Come in.

Some Thakur has send these garlands for you.

Bring them.

You may go.

No one will be as happy as l am on your release.

Now even the prison bars are not between us.

See you at the fair on Dashmi.

Do come.

Whose letter is it?

One of my admirers.

He is eager to meet me.

When he meets me, he will die of happiness.

- When is Dashmi? - Dashmi?

When is Dashmi?

Oh yes! l forgot to give you a good news.

Our son Vinay is coming from England on Dashmi.

- Really? - Yes.

Then we will celebrate Vijay Dashmi in a grand way.

- Yes? - Tell the priest to begin the preparations.

And this time l will offer the sacrifice . . .

. . . to the Goddess at any cost.

- Your majesty, you? - Yes, Gajendra Singh.

And send this news to the people of Mirtagarh.

We will teach him a lesson on the Dashmi day.

- Greetings, your highness. - Greetings, your highness.

What's going on, brother-in-law?

We are preparing for the Vijay Dashmi.

Greetings.

Reason for your sudden visit? lt must be something important.

Yes. lt is something important.

We take your leave.

What's the matter, sister-in-law?

After some days Vicky and Neelima are coming from England.

You have given me a good news.

Even l'll give you a good news.

Prithvi Singh is released from jail.

lf God wishes, this time l'll set him free from this world.

No, brother-in-law.

Will this bloodshed ever come to an end or not?

Sister-in-law, you want to save that murderer . . .

- . . . who killed your husband? - No.

l want to keep safely whatever is left behind.

You, his son Vicky, the orphan girl Neelima.

l don't want see that day when she will lose her father.

So you think that Prithvi Singh will kill me too?

Enmity is not one sided.

lt is two sided.

You're seeing your widowed sister-in-law, aren't you?

There must be a widow in Surjangarh too.

Even there a mother must've lost her son.

l had come to say to you. . .

. . . that no person of the palace will tell Vicky . . .

. . . how his father died.

And who was responsible for it.

No one will tell, sister-in-law.

l personally don't want Vicky to know this.

Or else he will wish to seek revenge.

Only l have the right to kill Prithvi Singh, and no one else.

For God sake, . . . .

. . . forget this enmity forever.

Sister-in-law! You are talking like this . . .

. . . despite of being the wife of a soldier?

Do you think wives of soldiers don't have an affectionate heart?

When there's bloodshed, a mother loses her son.

l beg of you.

Stop all this.

Or else put me to sleep.

So that l don't see my family being destroyed.

l can't believe my eyes.

You are looking so pretty.

ls it? Where is Vicky?

He must be coming.

Did he find an air hostess?

Mother!

When happiness grows over bounds, . . .

. . . it overflows as tears.

Come.

Master, Prince Vinay Pratap Singh has arrived.

Bless you.

You are much more handsome than l had thought.

Will anyone believe that l am seeing you for the first time?

You didn't even come to England.

l knew, whenever you would return . . .

. . . you would have many questions to ask.

Come with me to the temple today.

You will get the answer to your every question.

- What kind of religion rites? - Today is Dashmi.

We will make sacrifice to the Goddess.

We will please the Goddess.

And there will be rains on the land of Surjangarh.

Of course there will.

Does the Goddess ask you to make sacrifice to get rains?

Today we will go to Goddess Jagadambe's temple . . .

. . . and make sacrifice.

What kind of sacrifice?

Sacrifice of a calf.

And this sacrifice will bring rains on the land of Mirtagarh.

lt is better if you pierce your sword in the clouds . . .

. . . and make it rain.

Uncle can do that too. But there should be clouds.

All the Kshatriyas will come in the temple.

- Even you will come with me. - Sure.

- No. You will not go. - Why, mother?

My eyes which longed for you since years . . .

. . . haven't even seen you to my heart's content.

You come with me.

Papa, you said all the Kshatriyas will come.

Viny will also come.

- Who will come? - l will come.

l hope you won't be scared.

l will rest him head on your shoulders if l feel scared.

Long live Thakur Jaswant Singh.

- This poor thing will be sacrificed? - Yes, dear.

- l won't be able to see that. - Then you go home.

Alright.

Long live Thakur Prithvi Singh.

l have changed my mind. l will stay here.

Long live Thakur Prithvi Singh.

- How are you? - Fine.

- That is your father? - And that is yours?

Do you see that calf? Poor thing is being sacrificed.

One wonders which century are they existing.

Why don't think of an idea to save this animal.

You open the rope its tied with, it'll run away.

Put the same rope in my neck and l'll stand over there.

When will you stop being a kid.

When we have our kids, they will start there childhood. . .

. . . and ours will be over.

l'm talking about that calf, and you talk about our kids?

When a tradition becomes a part of a religion. . .

. . . then to break it is not only difficult but impossible.

l can see Devi and Vijay right in front.

Talk softly, when you talk something important.

- Sir! - What is it?

Prithvi Singh and Jaswant have reached the temple.

- Have you seen it with your eyes? - Yes.

The fear is that to get the rights of sacrifice. . .

. . . there can be bloodshed.

l think my entire life will go in protecting these people.

Hail Prithvi Pratap Singh! !

Hail Jaswant Singh! !

These two will kill each other!

Priest, please stop them!

Today no one can stop them.

Move! !

Hail Goddess Jagdamba! !

Get aside!

Today sacrifice to the Goddess is on behalf of the police.

What have you done?

The Government has no right to meddle in religious rites.

Whether or not this will be decided by the Government.

This DlG saved Jaswant Singh.

How are your wounds father?

They are small scratches, they will heal in a day or two.

Do you call them mere scratches?

Do you have any idea of your blood loss?

What else is a Kshatriya's blood for?

But father just for a sacrifice such a massive fight?

Sacrifice was just an excuse Vicky.

l want to settle an old score with him.

- What is that Uncle? - lts a very long story.

There was a phone call for you from Oxford. A girl called

She said she will call back again.

- Come. - Later, l want to have a talk with uncle.

You come here later, she may just call back.

- Come. - Okay mother, Sorry, l'll see you later.

l met Neelima in Oxford, she too was studying there.

Are you aware, she is the daughter of our enemy?

Enemy? Father l only know that his name is Vinay.

He is a very sweet friend.

Vijay Pratap Singh was very dear to me.

Probably more than you too.

But he made only one mistake.

She fell in love with the enemy's son.

And l never forgave her for the same.

Even after her death.

Seeing both the children's dead bodies. . .

. . . l lost my control.

And l shot Bhawani Singh!

And l was given imprisonment.

You had asked me a question before the ritual.

That is ''why did a father not feel like meeting his son''

This is the answer to that question.

Father!

Your father is Prithvi Singh.

From today onwards you will not meet . . .

. . . our enemy's daughter.

And l expect, that from today you will never meet him.

A friendship can be forgotten child. . .

. . . but never an enmity. Did you hear me??

Yes. . . yes father.

Father, l got to know all this just today. . .

. . . please give me some more time.

l have to think about my friendship with Vicky too.

- Greetings her highness. - Please come.

This is my daughter Tanvi.

We lovingly call her Tannu.

- Greetings. - Looks like. . .

. . . they know each other very well.

Yes Ranisa. . . they have studied together.

- Vicky go and show Tannu the palace.- Yes mother.

Oxford and London both are just the same. . .

- . . . but very lonesome. - Why?

Because Vicky is not there.

l thought l could spend some days without you.

But l couldn't stay. . . so l came along.

Tannu said that Vicky helped her a lot in London.

She had a lot of problems which Vicky helped solving.

Our Vicky is helpful and understanding too.

And then they should help each other in a foreign land

You said it right.

Very good, that my father and your mother know each other

Now there won't be any problem.

- What is it? - lts a Mantra. . .

. . . to entice. . . and a verse for love.

lts a pendant and a locket and very useful too.

lf the one our heart loves, goes far away. . .

. . . this bangle will help in bringing him back.

Can l give you one madam?

Give it to me! ! !

Looks like both are struck with the same fever.

Looks like this will take away my life.

lts easy to give up life. but to give away ones heart. . .

. . . and exist is very difficult.

We nomads have a song madam.

The verse say. . . ''Shouldn't lose ones heart. . .

. . . never mind if one loses ones life.''

That is very nice. Sing it for us.

'' One shouldn't lose ones heart. . .

. . . never mind if one loses ones life.''

'' Never fall in love with anyone.''

''Never mind if one loses ones life.''

'' Even the flowers can have the blaze of fire.''

'' Sleepless nights are spent when in love.''

'' Let the sleep not be lost.''

'' Never mind if one loses ones life.''

'' lts different that the heart is crazy in love.''

'' lts as fragile as a glass can be.''

'' Let this glass not break.''

'' Never mind if one loses ones life.''

l'm feeling very scared.

There was a time when you were scared to come to me.

And today you have come here getting scared?

- Tell me. . . - Jokes apart. . .

. . . Today my father told me that. . .

. . . that in between your family and mine. . .

- There is a blood relation. - Blood relation?

Yes. . . To kill each other.

We face such a massive problem, and you are joking?

lf the problem is evaded, if we cry then we will cry.

Tell me should l start or you will.

l feel it was better, we never came back from England.

l have seen some people who give up in life and say. . .

. . . ''it would have been better if l was never born''

lts is difficult Neelima. . . but we have to face it.

This is not an ordinary tempest. . .

. . . no one knows how many are destined to die in this.

Or how many are to be drowned. . .

. . . We will overcome it only if we don't leave each other.

Did you call for me father?

Today once again you met our enemy's daughter?

Why?

Because other than being your son. . .

. . . l'm a human being too.

l too have some feelings.

There is no room for feelings in a Kshatriya's life.

A Kshatriya lives only for his prestige.

And dies for that person whom he loves?

Don't forget Vinay, that an enemy is an enemy.

Every thing in this world has a death. . .

Whether its an insect, worm or birds or animals. . . all.

But why isn't there a death for enmity, father?

Do you think with your talks the fire in me will subside?

No! ! but this fire has augmented.

And you want to blow up your son's sentiments in this fire?

And you are trying to play with my emotions?

Listen carefully, today onwards you will never meet that girl.

This is my final decision.

Today is his death anniversary.

Offer the flowers in his memory my son.

He will bless you wherever he is.

Wipe out your tears sister-in-law. . .

. . . you know that brother never liked tears.

l know it brother-in-law but. . .

. . . but my innocent daughter.

How did father and Divya both die on the same day?

God has strange things lined up for us.

But uncle, why did you get both their tombs made here?

Why not with the other Kshatriya's?

l'm also coming there.

Mother!

Uncle, what is wrong with mother?

Looks like she is unconscious. lets take her into the palace.

- Prince. . . welcome. - Please have a seat.

God's ways are also strange. . .

. . . just now both of us were praising you.

Tell me, whether you would prefer it with soda.

l don't drink.

Strange! after staying abroad for so long and yet. . .

Sweet talk, is always so precious.

All your habits are exactly like our deceased king.

- Her never touched drinks. - l never saw my father.

This sorrow will forever be with me.

What actually happened to him?

Just that his life was over.

- Was he sick? - Not at all.

He was just fine, that day l had gone in the farm. . .

. . . when l returned then we heard that. . .

You all must have inquired.

Every body has a different version son.

- Some say it was an accident. - And someone said that. . .

. . . they heard the sound of bullets.

Sound of bullets!

We just did not believe. . . but. . .

. . . its for sure, that the death was not natural.

You are such an old employee, you would've inquired?

The person has gone, what is there to enquire.

Strange. . . no one is revealing anything.

Sister Divya too on the same day.

Sweet talk is always very precious.

lts all predestined my son.

Think how much love was there between the father and daughter.

The job you all couldn't do, will have to be done by me.

Now starts the real battle.

You remembered me after so long?

Friends are always remembered in difficult times.

Problem? What is your problem?

lts a grave problem my friend.

Will you say something?

Then lets finish this problem.

- What do we do? - Will you join me for hunting?

What will you hunt for?

lf not anything. . . l'll make you my prey.

- You'll make me your prey - Where can l get a . . .

. . . more fierce tiger other than you?

- Alright where do we meet? - On my stud farm.

Drop your guns.

Or else l'll blow up his head.

Drop all your guns.

Got scared my mock tiger?

- How are you? - Just fine.

Come lets go hunting.

Come on.

He purposely threw me down.

Oh. . . your back has a lot of thorns in it.

You are removing the thorns so lovingly.

Now you tell me your problem, possibly l too can do the same.

l have something very heavy in my heart.

l have hidden something from you.

And they say that a secret can cause a rift in friendship.

l don't want to lose your friendship.

You are being over dramatic.

- Tell me your problem? - l love Neelima.

lt started at Oxford. Our letters were exchanged. . .

. . . and we met each other.

And the issue has reached the stage of marriage.

All this happened in front of me and l was unaware?

One thing that is good, that along with the friendship. . .

. . . now there can be a foundation of a relationship.

And we will get more closer.

Tell me when is your wedding?

l'll dance and dance in your wedding so much so. . .

. . . that the entire world will sway.

Marriage. . . that is the problem.

What is the difficulty. l'll solve your problem.

Why are you being naive. . . You know very well. . .

. . . that your uncle will never give his consent.

When l'm ready. . . then uncle too will give his consent.

lf you cannot talk to him, then l'll talk to him.

You have somehow made up your mind. . .

But who will tell your uncle that. . .

. . . he should forget his father's death.

There can never be a truce amidst my father and your uncle.

Vicky, he will never forgive my father for killing his brother.

You father killed my uncle's brother!

Meaning, he killed my father!

Control yourself!.

l thought that you knew everything.

Today l came to know everything.

l know everything now.

Today l understood why. . .

. . . was l always sacred of the sound of bullets

Because, l have heard that sound through my mother's womb.

The same bullet that was fired from your father's gun. . .

. . . and hit my father's chest.

Where are you going?

To ask that woman some questions. . .

. . . who was carrying me in her womb that day.

And who protected me till today from the truth.

What are you doing?

What l should have done much earlier, mother.

Vikram, where are you going with this pistol?

- Move away, mother. - What's the matter?

Why didn't you tell me about father?

What didn't l tell?

About his death.

Oh God!

Today l came to know the bullet shot . . .

. . . which echoed in my ears since childhood, . . .

. . . was fired from whose pistol.

l didn't want . . .

. . . the fire of enmity and hatred to affect your life.

You remember a mother's duty.

But didn't you think about your son's duty?

Your son was friendly with his father's murderers.

Just because of you.

Life and death is in God's hands.

lf your conscience says that father was destined . . .

. . . to be killed by Prithvi Singh.

Then my conscience says that his family is destined . . .

- . . . to be killed by me. - No!

No, son!

For the sake of your widow mother.

Drop it.

We have lost a lot.

l don't want to lose you.

No.

You have learned to live without father, haven't you?

Now learn to live without your son too.

No.

- Vicky, have you gone crazy? - Move aside!

- No, Vicky! - Move aside, mother.

He killed my father.

Leave me!

Move aside, mother.

l'll kill him.

lf you kill him, you will see me dead.

Get the car.

How is Vicky? l hope he is out of danger.

We all are praying to God. Even you do the same.

Aunty, sit there.

Excuse me. You are Vikram Singh's mother, aren't you?

Yes. And you are Vinay's mother, right?

- Yes. - Please sit.

l have just come to say that my heart is praying . . .

. . . for your son's long life.

May God grant your husband a long life.

l know the grief of widowhood.

l don't want any other woman to experience it.

No matter if she is my husband's murderer's wife.

You are so kindhearted.

A woman is so kindhearted . . .

. . . that she can give happiness to the whole world.

This is nothing but mockery.

Our children loved each other so much in England.

Today they want to kill each other.

The children have to bear the consequences . . .

. . . for the deeds of their forefathers.

Should mother be silent when their children suffer?

But what can we do?

We can do something.

lf we can't fight, we can atleast raise a voice.

Who will listen?

We can't keep quiet thinking like this.

A mother's duty is not over just by giving birth.

To raise the children and protect them is also a mother's duty.

l think that if the women of Surjangarh and Mirtagarh . . .

. . . are expected to give birth to children . . .

. . . so that they grow up and shed each other's blood.

Then it would be better to be barren.

Being disappointed won't help.

l have decided.

l will not ever care for my honour to protect my child.

l will even beg if the need arises.

l will fight if needed.

But if l have to sacrifice my life, . . .

. . . l will do that too.

l won't say much.

But l promise you that l will support you when the need arises.

Where is Vicky?

ln the l.C. U.

- How is Vicky? - Doctors say that he is out of danger.

Did you come to know who shot the bullet?

Yes, Vinay Pratap Singh.

- Vinay Pratap Singh? - Yes.

Can l meet Vicky?

He is sleeping right now.

- Take care of him. - Don't worry, sir.

What happened, Papa?

You wait here, and take care to him.

Papa, please listen to me.

- Papa, even l will come along. - You wait here.

Even l will come with you.

Where are you going?

l'm going with an important work.

- l will also come along. - No, you can't come.

- l am coming. - Don't be stubborn.

You don't need to apologize.

Circumstances control man.

Man can't control circumstances.

And the tension between our families has increase so much, . . .

. . .that the survival of love and friendship . . .

. . . is not only difficult, it has become impossible.

Just think. He is my father.

Any other girl would react like this.

But it was my ill-fate that not any other girl, . . .

. . . but Neelima was in front of me.

Yesterday l wasn't in my senses.

Last night l spoke to my heart and came to this conclusion . . .

. . . that my life is with you, and not with my family.

No, Neelima. The story is over.

'There's no turning back on this path'

'There's no other path'

'Let's be friends'

'Or else commit suicide'

Hadn't you said to commit suicide?

Alright then.

What happened, Bansi? Who is she?

Madam, a girl.

l wonder why she bumped the car into the wall?

Seems like she wanted to commit suicide.

Oh God! She is his daughter Neelima.

Now l understood why she tried to commit suicide.

Bansi, go quickly and get the doctor.

Come and take her inside.

There's nothing to worry. l have given her a tranquilizer.

Now she is sleeping.

Thank you.

- Your Majesty. - ls it Neelima? - lt's Ms. Madhu.

Yes Madhu, speak.

Madhu speaking.

l called to tell you that Neelima is here.

Yes, she is absolutely fine. There's nothing to worry.

Thank god.

But how did she land up at your place?

- By car. How else? - Stop joking.

She had left from her in anger.

When the child is cute, it looks more cute when its angry.

The girl whom you are defending, . . .

- . . . you know what she has done today? - What?

She went to might him inspite of my restrictions.

Alright. Now calm down.

Anger only increase differences, it does not reduce it.

l will try to make her understand through my method.

Don't worry.

l'll keep the phone.

My child.

Don't cry. l hope you are not seriously wounded.

l damaged your car.

Never mind.

l can sacrifice several cars for you.

lt is God's grace that you are safe.

Come inside. You will be alright within a few days.

Come.

Lie down.

Look, either you did not understand what l meant . . .

. . . or you have take it as a joke.

So now you understand it properly.

Hereafter you will not go out of this house.

And neither anyone can come here to meet you.

What are you saying, papa?

All the servants will be at your service.

They will obey your every order.

But they will not allow you to go out of the palace.

One more thing. You cannot talk to anybody on the phone too.

- Papa, what are you doing? - Move away.

l love you a lot.

But l will not permit you to do something foolish.

- Aunty! - Who is it?

Neelima, what's the matter?

You know everything, aunty.

l feel suffocated here.

l'm just allowed to breath.

Perhaps even it will be guarded.

Don't fear, child. l'm there.

Tell me, what's the matter?

Aunty, can l make a phone call?

To whom?

- Are you alright? - l'm surviving.

Don't l agree to live like this.

What happened now?

Father has confined me in the palace.

l am restricted from going out too.

l can't come out, but you can come here, can't you?

Love is not everything in life.

People live without love too.

l am not one of them.

lf you don't come here, l will commit suicide.

Don't think l'm joking.

You know l have tried it once.

l can do it again too.

And if you don't come, you will be responsible for my death.

And you will never be able to forgive yourself. Never.

ls it true that you've confined your daughter in the palace?

Look Madhu, it is better if you don't interfere in this matter.

Sometimes l forget that l am nothing to you . . .

. . . inspite of being everything.

Don't misunderstand, Madhu.

You know it very well that even we have some principles.

Which we cannot break at any cost.

l know.

And l also know that l wasn't destined to have a child's love.

But you are lucky to have one.

Why do you want to destroy this love?

Yes, sir?

Tell Thakur, Vinay Pratap Singh of Surjangarh has come.

- l want to speak to him. - Okay.

Look Madhu, there's no point in arguing.

My decision is inevitable.

l will not change it even if the whole world turns its back.

And even Madhu is one of them.

And if Madhu gets angry, she will go so far away . . .

. . . that even your voice will not be able to reach there.

Your Majesty.

Just a minute.

Joravar Singh, what made you come in without permission?

- The matter is like that. - Tell me.

Why don't you speak?

The prince of Surjangarh has arrived here.

Vinay Pratap Singh has come here?

That's good. Or else l would've to go there in search of him.

Any order for us.

Do l need to tell you how he should be treated. . .

. . . who played with the honour of Mirtagarh?

But he wants to meet you, sir.

Me?

Alright, bring him in.

l'm going. l hope something unforeseen does not happen.

- What are you doing? - Master has ordered.

The prince of Surjangarh has arrived here.

My Vinny has come.

Open the door.

Or else l'll commit suicide.

Tell Papa that he will see me dead.

Please open the door.

Or l'll kill myself.

Open the door. Tell father that he will see me dead.

Open the door. Let him come in.

Greetings, Thakur.

l regret that as a reply to your greetings . . .

. . . nor l can bless you . . .

. . . and neither l can wish you a long life.

Even l don't wish for a long life, Thakur.

But l'd surely like to blessed . . .

. . . for my small life to be full of love.

Since when did the people of Surjangarh . . .

. . . begin plead for blessings.

Since they are in love with the people of Mirtagarh.

l have come to you with a marriage proposal for Neelima.

Dare if you mention my daughter's name.

l will chop off your tongue.

Don't try to threaten me.

Education in England has surely changed my views.

Not my blood.

Even today l am the Kshatriya of Surjangarh.

l too can answer you back using a sword.

Do you realize where you are standing right now?

l know.

Does Prithvi Singh know that you have come here?

No.

Yes.

l've come here putting my life at stake.

To make you understand that till Kshatriyas take revenge, . . .

. . . this bloodshed will never end.

Thakur, even you have lived in England.

You have seen the world.

Then why do you refuse to realize this fact of life?

The fact is that there's only one relationship . . .

. . . between our families. Enmity.

This enmity will never end.

That's because you yourself have been our enemies.

Hate can never cure hatred.

Love is the cure.

So have you brought that kind of love from England?

Now only me, Neelima too.

You mentioned her name again?

l have come to your doorstep for her happiness.

l have come to a father for his daughter happiness.

Don't try to invoke my emotions.

l lost my emotions when l lost my daughter Divya.

They were destroyed with the death of King Bhavani Singh.

Even Surjangarh has some similar wounds.

Renewing wounds can never heal them.

They can be healed only with medicine.

l think l've heard enough of your nonsense.

Now you may go.

lf you cannot give your daughter her happiness, . . .

. . . then you can atleast save her life.

She will commit suicide.

You may go.

She has tried once. She can tried again too.

Right now you worried about your life, and my daughter.

l want you to return to Surjangarh alive.

l will go from here alive, Thakur.

But remember one thing.

lf your daughter commits any foolishness, . . .

. . . you will be responsible for her death.

Then you keep explaining to your conscience.

Open the door.

Aunty!

Vinny, please don't leave me here and go.

l will also come with you.

l spoke to your father.

He refused.

lt's over.

l don't know anything. l will also come with you.

No, Neel.

l cannot take you along with me.

Not like this.

Sweet talks are very precious.

You are right, young man.

The journey of your life ends here.

Sir, Thakur has ordered to let him go without harm.

Vinay be careful!

- Neelima! - Get out of my way!

Stop her!

Sweet talk can be very precious. . .

. . . this place has become a place of deliverance. . .

. . . for the people of Surjangarh.

Before you, your brother Vijay Pratap too had. . .

. . . deliverance here itself.

And he too got salvation. . .

. . . because of me, and now its your turn.

No! No!

My son Shakti!

Finish this rascal. Finish him!

This man killed my child.

He killed my child.

He killed my son.

When l had a talk with Vinay and asked him to go. . .

. . . then why did you try to kill him?

Because this traitor was trying to elope with Neelima!

This scoundrel was trying abduct your daughter.

Shut up!

ls this true?

No father.

ls this the truth?

No! this is all a lie father.

All a lie!

Then what is the truth?

Tell me! !

l was going with him, at my own will.

Because. . . Vinay is my life, father.

Did you hear that!

Did you hear?

Are you telling me?

Are you telling your own father?

After explaining to you for so long?

Do you remember?

lf l want l can shoot you right away!

Kill me! This life is given to me by you.

You have every right to end it too.

Shoot me!

Shoot me! Kill me father!

No. . . l ask you, if your life doesn't have any value. . .

. . . then why do you give rise to a life?

Shoot me father!

No! You scoundrel!

What have you done Madhu!

Hey. . . go and call a doctor!

Go and take the vehicle!

No. . . No. . .

lts too late.

l'm. . .

. . . right in front of my God.

l touch his feet and swear and say . . .

. . . that till today l never asked you anything. . .

. . . but today l'm asking you something. . .

. . . will you grant me?

Tell me Madhu.

Promise me . . . that today. . .

. . . onwards you will never touch any weapon.

Let Vinay and Neelima go.

Let them go please!

By keeping this promise please make my. . .

. . . final journey very happy.

l. . . l . . . promise you!

l promise you Madhu.

Father. . what has all this happened father?

Go away from here.

Go away from here. Go!

Go away! !

Are you alright?

Why did you go there yesterday night?

To talk to Jaswant Singh.

Knowing very well that his men had killed your brother?

- Yes. . . - l hope his stooges didn't attack you.

Yes they did. . . but l killed all of them.

You killed all of them? But, l hope not Jaswant Singh.

He is my target.

No. . . he is alive.

Today l saw a Kshatriya breakdown.

He has taken a vow never to touch a weapon.

l brought his honour along with me.

Please except her as your daughter-in-law. . .

. . . and bless her.

My enemy's daughter in my house?

And you want me to except her as my daughter-in-law?

No! ! You go away from here.

What do you want father, that your son should ditch a girl?

The girl who left her house. . .

. . . her honour, everything for her love!

l just leave her high and dry?

She must go, whatever may be the case.

And what if l refuse to send her?

Then. . .

. . . then you too go along with her.

Jaswant Singh will embrace you.

And your father's prestige will get a boost.

l should embrace Jaswant Singh. . .

. . . by saying this you have insulted your son's love.

You please keep your prestige and family status. . .

. . . l'll take Neelima with me and go away back to England.

- Come with me. - Go!

Go wherever you wish to.

l will assume that l never had a son.

Thakur Jaswant has taken a vow, never to touch a weapon.

And Prithvi Singh is alive as yet.

lt is true, the man on whom Prithvi had shot his bullets. . .

. . . was not Thakur Jaswant's father!

He was my father.

Priest you go and start the preparations of the rituals.

This time l will offer the sacrificial calf in the temple.

And this should reach the ears of Prithvi Singh.

So that he comes and faces my sword.

. . . the police from entering the temple.

Sir. . . Queen of Mrithagarh wants to meet you.

The queen who gave birth to my enemy's son. . .

. . . has come to my door step?

l have come here to ask you something.

The Queen of Mrithagarh who should be thirsty for my blood. . .

. . . and who should be carrying a sword in hand. . .

. . . today why is she here with her hands folded?

Because, this queen is first a mother.

And then a Queen.

And a mother can do anything for her child.

What has happened to your child.

He has taken a vow to sacrifice a calf in the temple.

You should be proud of such a son.

Who for the prestige of the Kshatriya's. . .

. . . is prepared to sacrifice himself.

We have fed enough blood to this Kshatriya caste.

l beg you that please don't face my son.

No!. . . . Never!

This can never be possible.

What will l answer the residents of Surjangarh?

What will l answer my self conscience?

What will you answer this widowed mother. . .

. . . who has forgiven you for killing her husband?

Today who is on your door step for her son's protection?

Please. . . don't put me in a jeopardy, O' Queen.

Not a Queen. . . . just a mother.

. . . who is begging in front of you.

No! No!

Go away! Go away at once!

l promise you that l will never. . .

. . . use my sword against your son.

Never!

You just check in, while starting from home. . .

. . . mother was very sad.

l'll just go and call her.

Okay you go.

- This is Vinay here. - Hello prince!

Please hand over the phone to mother.

Yes. . . but its is difficult for her to receive the phone.

She is busy taking care of King Prithvi Singh.

What happened to father?

He is very disturbed. . . tomorrow is 'Dashami'.

And Vikram Singh has challenged. . .

. . . the Thakurs of Surjangarh for the sacrifice.

All the Thakurs of Surjangarh have their eyes on the palace.

Who all do we try and explain that the king. . .

. . . out of his magnanimity. . .

. . . has promised the queen that his sword . . .

. . . will never raise on Thakur Vikram Singh.

There Vikram Singh is shouting at the top of his voice. . .

. . . that Prithvi Singh is a coward.

Hail! Thakur Vikram Singh!

Brother!. . . Mirtagarh's Thakur Vikram Singh. . .

. . . is here to sacrifice the calf in the temple.

Hail Vikram Singh!

lf any warrior of Surjangarh interested in the . . .

. . . offering of the sacrifice, he should come in the temple.

Any warrior of Surjangarh!

ls there no warrior in Surjangarh?

All the tigers have gone to eat the grass.

And l have heard that Surjangarh has a sale of bangles.

ls there no warrior in Surjangarh?

Now Thakur Vikram will offer the sacrifice and. . .

. . . get the blessing of the Goddess Jagdamba.

Wait O' priest!

l will offer the sacrifice!

Hail Surjangarh!

Mother!

Vicky has gone to the temple to offer the sacrifice.

- l know it. - And Vinay is there to stop him.

- What! - They will decide with a sword-fight.

Kill him Vinay! Kill him!

Teach the residents of Mirtagarh a lesson!

Vicky wait son. Stop it!

Vicky stop it!

Where are you going?

Please stop them. . . Please stop them.

Kill him Vinay, Kill! !

Kill my son. . . harder! Have you forgotten. . .

. . . that this wound is not on him. . .

. . . but its hurting a mother's heart!

Look here!

Mother!

His mother too must be having the same kind of chest.

To repay your debts as a son to your mother. . .

. . . injure him.

So that your mother attains peace. Here!

Vinay attack!

Today not a calf but a mother will be sacrificed! !

Goddess Jagadamba needs a sacrifice , here! !

- Mother! - Mother!

What have you done?

Leave that dagger mother!

NO. . . this time there will be a rain of blood.

- Mother's blood. - No. . . leave the dagger.

- Please leave the dagger mother! - No.

Today it will rain so heavily that Mirtagarh will drown.

No, mother please don't say this!

Leave it mother!

l had given a silver toy in your hand son!

And you gave me a dagger!

Mother please for my sake, leave the dagger!

No. . . never!

Please for your son's sake mother!

- Leave this dagger. - How can l do that.

l'm seeing my son's blood!

No, mother please l beg you.

Mother, l beg you !

Mother leave this dagger.

l'. . . l will leave this dagger. . .

. . . but first promise that. . .

. . . you will not shed any more blood!

Yes mother. . . l promise you!

Mother l take an oath. . .

Today onwards l'll touch a sword . . .

. . .only to protect my mother's honour.

Now please leave it.

l promise you mother!

Hail Goddess Jagadamba!