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Don't act smart when I call you. - Don’t do that.
I act smart or you. - Where we are going?
Where are we going, papa?
To visit your uncle. - The sell some really nice clothes out there.
That’s what everyone says.
It is more fashionable in Sarojini.
Stop… - Bus…
Come…
Come, dear. Our stop has arrived.
Come.
Wait, aunty.
Where do you want to go? - Just drive, uncle.
We’ll get down wherever we like.
Sit.. sit.
So…where are you getting off?
Same place these two will get off.
Or just her…
How dare you touch her?
Leave me.
Sunny…
Get her down from bus.
Sunny… - Beat him up.
Priya run.
Catch her.
Stop…stop…
Where did she come from?
Move you old hag! Get lost…
Are you crazy? Get lost.
‘August 1947.'
‘On the orders issued by Lord Mountbatten, the last Viceroy of India …’
‘…niche British officer Sir Syril Radcliffe was endowed …’
‘…with a very important responsibility.’
‘Diving India into two parts.’
‘So Sir Radcliffe, who wasn’t even aware of the length and breadth of India…’
‘…and, who couldn’t differentiate between North and South…’
‘…issued a map of India.’
‘Drew two lines…’
‘One in Bengal, and the other in Punjab.’
‘And within four weeks…’
‘Just four weeks…’
‘…on basis of his amateurish knowledge, he divided the country into two parts.'
‘India…and Pakistan.’
‘Everything was divided.’
‘Farms, fields, lanes, villages, cities, rivers…’
‘Jhelum, Himalaya, Kutch, Thar, animals, men, women, children, old…’
‘Everyone.’
‘Everyone was divided.’
‘These two lines of Sir Radcliffe…’
‘…divided the heart and soul of 140 Cr people.’
‘Millions became homeless.’
‘Thousands of innocents died.’
‘And the coming generations…’
‘…were uprooted by this Radcliff line.’
‘This is a story of one such house.’
‘The line passed through this house…’
‘…severing it’s very head, but couldn’t divide it.’
“From the Bundelas and Harbolas we heard her stories of glory.”
“One who fought bravely, that was the queen of Jhansi.’
What did you understand, Laadli?
After the king’s demise, the queen did not hide behind her veil and shed tears.
Despite all the deceit and treachery…
…by the men of her court, the queen was stood steadfast.
She did not deter.
You see, she already knew how to ride a horse, wield a sword.
But when things got out of control…
…she was determined to build her own army.
With the flag soaring high, and brave-heartedly…
…she challenged the enemy head on.
Now that’s a staunch woman…
Creator of a new history. Laxmibai.
Who, in order to save her kingdom of Jhansi…
…made the Britisher’s life hell.
With a sword in one hand…
…and her son tied to her back… - Did queen Laxmibai have a son too?
Yes, it wasn’t her own blood.
Maybe he was adopted.
Then whose daughter am I?
This wretch has no dearth of questions.
Laali… - I am not going to tell you any more stories.
Go and study.. – Laali.
I dont want to tell. - This girl...
Laali.
Are you going to take a bath or should I throw you in the well?
And aunty, Begum Jaan’s calling you. – Coming.
If Begum Jaan’s calling me, then I must go.
Begum Jaan, she was humiliated in the past riots.
Some boys dumped her in the camp in a pitiful state.
Her father refused to take her in and left her here.
Father, brother, son, husband…
On the other side of Begum Jaan’s threshold, every man is a ba*****
But on this side, every man is a goose.
A goose with three legs.
I am sure your father must have given you a name.
Well…I’ll give you one then.
Her cheeks are still red like apples.
I guess she’s from Kashmir. – Yes.
Well then…your name is Shabnum.
Pet name…Shabbo.
Will you remember?
Aunty…take her in.
Bathe her, clean her, feed her.
Sujeet. – Yes, ma’am.
Get some clothes for her from the market.
Rubina. – Yes.
Jamila, Lata...
…you three take care of her. - Come, dear.
Teach her.
And Salim, if anyone ever comes looking for her.
Any relative or someone from the police station…
…then tell them that Begum Jaan has given her refuge.
Search over.
Okay.
Wait! Come here!
Harder, Rubina.
My child…it’s paining a lot, isn’t it?
You’re in a shock.
They were really cruel, weren’t they?
They did a terrible thing.
Even your father disowned you.
Finally, it’s all out.
Otherwise, your pain would’ve never healed.
Life will be easier now.
“I fell so deeply… in love with you.”
“The old memories were refreshed again.”
“What has happened?”
“When did I hold my breath…”
“…and when did I let go.”
“Every pain was conveyed.”
“What has happened?”
“I fell so deeply…
“The beautiful Awadh evenings…”
“…reflects in my eyes.”
“My lips are red…”
“…as the morning of Benares.”
“The water of Jhelum…”
“…trickles down my hair.”
“I’ve been wandering from one shore to another…”
“…that I’ve lost my own abode.”
“What has happened?”
“I fell so deeply… in love with you.”
“The old memories were refreshed again.”
“What has happened?”
“I fell so deeply…
We even went to Sakkargarh police station, sir.
But they said it’s outside their jurisdiction.
So they can’t do anything.
Please… - - But, what can I do?
It doesn’t come under our jurisdiction either.
It’s outside the city limits.
The boys are growing up, sir.
It’s getting harder to keep them under restraints.
You see, even my daughter is growing up.
Just last month she completed 10 years. – Yes.
But I know the responsibility of a father.
So I keep her away from this filth.
But sir, that’s not the real problem.
Those bunch of prostitutes, they roam around freely.
It’s difficult to even pass through that route now.
They drink, they smoke…and abuse filthily. – What did you think?
Prostitutes are religious people.
That’s not it, sir.
But you know…they are spreading diseases.
Tell me one thing.
Where were you last Saturday at around 9-9:30 pm.
I…
Once a guy said to Mullah Naseeruddin…
That my son eats a lot of sugar. What to do?
The Mullah said… Come back after a week.
First I must stop eating sugar.
What…what are you trying to say, sir…
First, you must stop eating sugar…
…and then stop your sons. Huh!
If any rascal lays a finger on these innocent people…
…then Salim Mirza will turn this place into their graves.
Bloody racists…you call yourself Muslims.
Run… - I’ve no words to describe, dear…the battle was so fierce.
But Salim Mirza refused to budge.
Mirza didn’t rest until all the protestors were subdued…
…and the Hindus were safely transported to the camps.
But..
Oh my,,, there is a camp of lice in your head.
But what was the outcome of it?
Torn shoes…humiliation…
…and the rascal was also fired from the police department.
Since then Salim’s been living here.
Aunty, is killing Hindus same as killing Muslims?
So the question is…
…is it going to happen or not?
You’ve lost your mind.
The question is when?
It’s just a rumor.
They will erect few poles…
…and then put up a boundary.
Then they will take the weekend off.
Everything will be back to normal after that.
I am telling you, Panditji will never let this happen.
Panditji. Panditji. Panditji.
Is he handling the entire politics of the country?
There’s Jinnah, Singh sir, Sardar sir…
Gandhiji too.
There’s you, me…this Baliya.
Together…
We won’t let anything happen.
Understand.
Those Britishers took advantage of this naiveté.
200 years.
What is he saying?
What’s he saying?
I don’t know.
Freedom!
Congratulations!
We’re free. We’re free.
Freedom.
Stay back. Stay back.
Aunty, Plaese take care of her.
She has got sparkler in her hand.
Careful, aunty.
We got freedom...We got freedom...
Laadli move.
Looks so nice, isn’t it?
Yes you also will get sweets.
Everyone will get. Take it...
For Laadli. – O, teacher.
She hasn’t even finished reading the last book you gave her.
What was it?
Veer… - Veerangana.
Yes, Veerangana.
And then these sweets, firecrackers.
Why do you spend so much, teacher?
We have a separate fund for social work.
You really think I can afford all this with my tuition fee.
I thought your pocket’s like your heart.
Big.
Begum Jaan, our country has achieved independence today.
Won't you celebrate?
Independence is only for the men, teacher.
Women don’t even have the freedom to abuse.
You’ve very naïve, teacher.
Should a prostitute celebrate on a day when she has a customer…
…or on the day she doesn’t have even one.
So you’re not happy with the independence.
Independence is just nonsense.
Holidays are very bad for business.
We didn’t have a single customer since morning.
Respected and rich people spend this day with their family.
Why will they show up at the brothel?
And even if someone shows up…
…it’s one of those drunk labors. Those who puke on the bed.
And let’s not count those freaking cops.
The… - You don’t get it, Begum Jaan.
We’ve achieved freedom…
…after 200 years of slavery to the British. - This Brothel…
…is a different nation altogether.
And freedom…
You wretch…stay away from the firecracker!
Careful, dear.
If you burn your face…
…you’ll be wandering around like a b****
No one will buy you, nor will I let you stay here.
I will kick you out!
Let it be… they are celebrating independence today.
Please don’t interfere, aunty.
You’ve spoilt them!
Such a short temper.
Bloody… - Why?
Don’t you guys have a short-temper?
Begum Jaan, let’s not be indifferent here.
We’re all the same here.
We’re all whores. - Shut up!
Teacher, you better leave now.
And don't bring any more gifts.
You see, Begun Jaan never takes any favors.
She always repays her debts.
If we’re short of money…
…we’ll offer you one of the girls… - Stop blurting nonsense.
I come here for the nations…
Some of the nation's women and children are right here.
Hindu, Muslim, Foreigners…whoever…
It will always be a man’s thing.
So what do we care… - This country is yours as well.
Fine, then go ahead…
Ask anyone one man out of the millions of citizens…
…to marry one of the children and take her away.
Go on…
I was just… - Don't do it, teacher.
Don’t make false claims.
Begum Jaan says that even our hearts have a price.
Teacher…
Meaning, a little more than these sweetmeats and firecrackers.
But maybe…I’ll adjust for your sake.
Begum Jaan is right everything has a price.
Body…soul…land.
Panditji, Sardar sir, Balwant Singh, Jinnah…
Liaqat Khan… everyone gave their approval.
Who cares whether they approve of it or not.
This country is ours. – Was!
Now they will draw a line across Punjab.
This side will be India…
…and on that side will be Pakistan.
And a line is drawn by the foreigners in the middle.
Radcliffe.
Radcliffe line.
The boundary line follows the western boundary of Pathankot district…
…to the point where Pathankot Sakkargarh and Gurdaspur districts meet.
Then it follows the boundary between Sakkargarh...
…and Gurdaspur districts, between Batla and the Roval districts…
…between Ansnala and Sardara districts.
To the point on the river Ravi, where the districts of Lahore and Amritsar meet.
Sir, Iliyas sir’s here.
Hey…I am here.
Why?
Did I say something wrong?
How is aunty?
Is Kusum alright?
Yes, she is.
She barely escaped getting raped.
I don’t know whether mother got raped or not.
She doesn’t say anything. Just keeps crying.
Sit.
How is sister-in-law?
They killed her.
Then burned her.
I didn’t know.
I mean…I am really very sorry.
What if you had known…
…and what could you've done if it had happened in front of you?
It happened before my eyes.
Everything.
That night, when they… - Paan (Betel leaf).
Do you still chew betel leaf?
I stopped that long ago.
And you…do you still eat beef?
We would specially prepare it for you.
Kebabs…beef.
You hated colors.
We would celebrate Holi.
Iliyas.
There's no point in remembering… - Yes, we're enemies after all.
We hate each other.
Don’t worry…
…no one will know that we’re childhood friends.
Okay.
Yes…
We’re the representatives of the Indian National Congress and Muslim League.
We’re here on official business.
Job done…a nation divided.
We might never meet again.
It’ll be easier if we hate each other.
Well, the inspectors of Dorangla and Sakkargarh have arrived.
We've to go on an inspection.
Let’s not delay anymore.
It’s already too late, Iliyas.
It’s too late.
No, I want my mom to apply the ointment.
No, I want my mom. – Laadli.
Your mother’s business.
No, I want my mom to apply the ointment.
Mom-mom…mom, please put the medicine.
My eyes are paining.
I’ve been telling you since morning…
…to let aunty apply the medicine. Don’t you get it?
Jamila, don't shout at her.
I will straight way drown you in the Ganges.
Dear, where is it paining?
I’ll put medicine in your eyes.
No, only mom will put the medicine. – Don’t cry.
Stop crying, sweetheart.
Listen… - Come, let’s do the Garba (Traditional Dance)
Come on.
Let's play... Let's play...
Come, dear…listen to me.
Don’t cry.
I will tell a story.
Lets play with your dolls.
A man comes here leaving his family problems behind.
But it’s the same mess all over again.
Return my money.
Can’t you wait for a minute?
Are you in a hurry?
Can’t you see that mother-daughter are having a conversation?
Hold your horses for a second.
It’s alright, go ahead and talk.
Patience is sweetly rewarded.
Be patient. - Listen, sweetheart…no need to wait.
Come over to me. – Oh my, my, my…
Sweetheart…
Stay in your limits, and let me do my job.
Go handle your own clients.
Hey shut up!
You can leave if you like, but you won’t get a penny back.
What’s this? I didn’t even touch her.
You didn't even touch her?!
What do you think of yourself?
Hey…
What’s going on here?
Your mother’s wedding, or your fathers?
We’ve official visitors from Lahore.
Amba, Maina, Lata…
Go and see what they want, and how they want it. - Come…
And Gulabo must be done by now. If she isn’t, tell her to wrap up immediately.
We need the rooms.
Rubina. – Yes.
Tell Surjeet to go play with Laadli. – Yes.
Aunty, you go inside. Go.
Why can’t I stay with my mother?
Because she’s going with someone else.
Why do you ask so many questions?
Laadli, listen.
This uncle here, he has some important business with your mother.
And I’ve promised him that…
...he will not be disturbed.
Now, if you stay with your mother…
…then Begum Jaan’s will become a liar.
Do you want people to call Begum Jaan a liar?
You don’t. Bravo…go.
Rubina. Call Sujeet.
So…which side are we on? – India.
According to Radcliffe sir’s line…
…the border will be erected between Dorangla and Shakkargarh.
And we’ll put up a barbwire on the same line.
Keep making lines, putting up the barb wires…
…and there you have it, the India and Pakistan border.
Is it that easy?
Won’t there be riots like in Delhi, Amritsar, Lahore?
Why? Are the people who live here of a different kind?
There will be riots, just like on the other side.
But the Muslim League will not claim responsibility for it.
People on both sides must be properly warned.
If they want to cross the border…
…then, they must do so now.
After that…they will massacre the minorities.
When the time comes…
…maybe we’ll do the same thing, Iliyas.
Like animals.
Is this a wolf.
Wow!
Wow…fantastic.
Tiger.
Monkey…
Yes, monkey. - What are you scratching?
He looks just like a monkey. - Now elephant.
Nice…
That's an Elephant!
Now recognize this.
“From the Bundelas and Harbolas we heard her stories of glory.”
“One who fought bravely, that was the queen of Jhansi.’
Let it be, aunty.
God knows what you teach her…
…and what she understands.
She ruins my sleep by asking questions all night.
How was it?
Laadli, now try this.
Laadli, my sweetheart, my child…
…the teacher’s here, with your books.
Begum Jaan, the teacher.
Send him in.
I’ll call him.
Salim…really nice.
Hey, enough of your stories.
Get back to work everyone.
Begum Jaan isn’t doing charity here.
Go on.
And Rubina, go call Sujeet.
You two take the day off today.
Go out.
You want the day off.
I’ll show you.
Catch him...
What you all are doing?
Don’t let him go.
According to Mr. Radcliffe…
…the border will pass through here.
Across the jungle, and alongside that lake.
On this side will be India, and it’s last station Dorangla.
And on the other side will be Shakkargarh…
…Pakistan’s first Police station.
There will be a border check post between both of them, and…
What is this?
Did you…
Mr. Srivastav, did you see that?
Shyam, what is that? - Yes.
It’s one of those things, which you normally find on the outskirts of the city.
Away from homes and neighborhoods.
Is it a mosque? – No-no, sir.
It’s Begum Jaan’s brothel.
Brothel.
Mr. Akhtar, we must raze it down.
Because Radcliffe sir’s line will pass through that.
Exactly in the middle.
Iliyas, the border check post will be built in the exact same location.
Right? - Yes…
So that means, inside the brothel…
…on one side there will be India, and on the other will be Pakistan.
Are the Britisher’s making borders…
…or fooling around.
No…I mean…
They must have thought this through.
Sir, can’t we shift the line a little bit.
Mister, a nation’s getting divided, people are dying…
…and you want to know whether the line could be shifted or not?
The decision’s been taken, the map’s been chalked out.
Nothing can be shifted now.
Careful.
And what’s the matter?
I can sense that you’re more scared of this brothel than the border.
What is the matter?
You see… - Let me tell you.
Begum Jaan, the owner of that brothel.
Actually,…she's a serpent.
She’s a powerful woman…with high connections.
From landlords to Britishers…
…she has everyone in the palm of her hand.
What’s more, even the King is her special guest.
That’s why she isn’t scared of the Law.
That’s obvious.
Where does your Begum Jaan hail from?
No one knows her real name.
But people say that she’s from around here.
She went to Benares after marriage.
And became a widow at a very young age.
Someone sold her to a brothel.
She stayed there for few days…
…and then fled to Lucknow.
Where she became a courtesan.
She earned a lot of fame.
She just returned a couple of years ago…
…and built this brothel between these two towns.
She had the king’s support…
…so she faced no difficulties.
Singing, dancing, feasts…
One can often hear sounds of fun and frolic from that place.
“Every girl in Brij…celebrates Holi.”
"From their body…and from the heart."
“…they’ve drenched themselves in colors with Kanha.”
“Every girl in Brij…celebrates Holi.”
“Peacock feathers in the air.”
“The sound of the flute’s resonating.”
“The pots break…”
“The Gopis are decked up…”
“Every lane in Vrindavan…”
“…is soaked in the colors of Kanha.”
“Every girl in Brij…celebrates Holi.”
“Every girl in Brij."
“Every girl in Brij…celebrates Holi.”
“The clouds are thundering…”
“…and the body sways to its tune.”
“We’re so fortunate…”
“…our courtyard’s filled with all the colors.”
"Free wandering soul…"
“…high on cannabis.”
“Lord Shankar’s on our threshold.”
“What has happened?”
"Every color…has turned in the color of love."
“The season can’t differentiate.”
“When your body touched mine, my world lit up.”
“When you colored me…”
“Every girl in Brij…celebrates Holi.”
"From their body…and from the heart."
“…they’ve drenched themselves in colors with Kanha.”
“Every girl in Brij…celebrates Holi.”
After her husband’s demise…
…things started getting more difficult for Meera.
On one side was her devotion to Lord Krishna.
And on the other,...
...was the increasing atrocities of King Bhoj’s brother, Vikramaditya.
For his greed of the throne, king Vikramaditya plotted a ruse…
…and laced the sweetmeats with poison.
Meera ate it but nothing happened to her.
Vikramaditya was shocked and surprised.
How is this possible?
But Lord Krishna had turned the poison into nectar.
Then, he came up with another ruse.
He put nails on Meera’s bed.
But Meera wasn’t scared.
She sang the praises of Lord Hari.
It’s said that Lord Krishna foiled this ruse as well.
And He turned all the nails into rose petals.
And Meera forsook all earthly ties…
…and devoted herself to Lord Hari.
Who do we worship, aunty?
Who is our God?
" I was talking to the peacock and that's what she said."
The king brought this doll for me.
Show me that doll. – No. I won’t…
I have a severe stomach ache… - Begum…
I said I have a stomach ache.
Why? Can’t I be sick?
If you get too rough…
…it may just all come out.
Begum Jaan…Gulabo’s making excuses.
Gulabo, hurry up.
Don’t be stubborn, Gulabo. Go inside.
Begum Jaan, let me go. – Shut up.
Let me go… b***
Didn’t you hear what I said?
I’ve already accepted token, now go inside.
I really have a bad case of loose motions, believe me.
Even my hands and legs are paining, and I think I've fever too.
Don’t give me excuses during business hours, Gulabo.
I know why you fall sick every Friday.
Because the teacher visits us.
If you want to fall in love, then go some place else.
Understood?
Why?
You want to enjoy with the teacher alone.
Begum Jaan, if you’re free…
…we’ve some government officers, with a legal notice.
Greetings, Begum Jaan. All fine?
Salim… - Yes, Begum Jaan.
Take the dogs outside.
And see that the don’t cross the threshold.
Okay, Begum Jaan.
So what were you saying?
Because if you’ve come here to enjoy for free…
…then, I am sure you remember my answer.
Begum Jaan, you’re embarrassing me.
Actually, I’m here for a different reason.
Why? Not in the mood today, Shyam sir?
Have you found another scapegoat?
Have some shame, Begum Jaan.
These are top officials from India and Pakistan.
And they have legal orders for you.
Oh my, again.
Look, sir, we can't go to the camp for medical checkups.
I know syphilis, etcetera, can be bothersome…
…even if you don't have it.
And these bloody foreigners enjoy for free.
Forget about paying the price… - We’re not here for that.
We’ve eviction notice. – Huh…
What notice?
Eviction?
You must vacate this brothel, Begum Jaan.
The India-Pakistan border…
…will be erected right in the middle of this brothel.
We’ll build a check post here.
India-and-Pakistan.
Maina. Hey, Maina. Open the door quickly. – Yeah.
Maina.
What?
They are saying that we’ll be thrown out of here.
Have you lost your mind? How can they throw us out?
Come with me…
Come on.
Where will we go?
My home’s right here.
Won’t you settle down?
Somewhere, away from this filth.
You’re so stupid.
This is my home.
I don’t like all this.
What?
I owe Begum Jaan a big amount.
She’s done so much for me.
So I even I have a responsibility…
So what if I am a pimp…can’t be love someone?
What?
What did you say?
What can’t you do? – Love.
What’s so funny?
Okay-okay…
Say it in English. – It's nothing.
Say it…please, say it,
I…love you!
Oh, my…
I love you!
Oh, my…
This is an official notice.
One from Delhi and the other from Karachi.
There’s a law formed under the Boundary Commission Act…
…under which, it’s been decided to build an international border…
…between India and Pakistan.
Do you know what a border means?
A perimeter…
We’ll erect a barbwire between both the nations…
Unfortunately Begum Jaan, sir Radcliffe’s line, this border…
…will be erected right through your brothel.
Now, do you understand… - Wait-wait-wait…
Let me first understand your concept of the border line.
So, across the courtyard, where Rubina, Rani, Laadli are standing…
Will be India?
And on this side, where Amba, Maina are standing.
Will be Pakistan?
Yes.
Huh? – Yes.
Here…read it for yourself.
Can you read?
What happened? – I don’t know what’s wrong?
What is so funny?
Sir, your Mr. Radcliffe turned out to be a butcher.
And an amateur at that.
If he wanted to divide the country…
…he should’ve done a better job.
In fact, Rahim can gut the goat better than that.
Isn't that right?
Chest…
Thighs…
Kidneys…
Liver…
But cutting in the middle. - Begum Jaan…
I think you’re not aware of the seriousness of this situation.
So let me explain you again.
From next month, we’ll start laying barbed wires…
…on the Indian-Pakistan border.
The Hindus and Muslims of the cities adjoining this line,...
...which is Dorangla and Sakkargarh…
…will be advised to cross the border.
Because the last few incidents are evident…
…that Hindus in Pakistan and Muslims in India are not safe.
And exactly at this point, where we’re standing…
…we’ll be building a border check-post.
Where the men, goods, and cattle will cross the border.
And…there can be riots between Hindus and Muslims as well.
So we advise you… - Hey, did you pay the price?
Yes… - Money.
Yes, I paid you in full.
Why? Did you ask about the girl’s caste, her religion?
Is she Hindu or Muslim?
Meaning?
I mean what has religion got to do… - And you, Mr. half-naked…
What is your caste?
Caste? Well, I am a Brahmin. - And you see mister,...
...we didn’t ask them any questions either.
Caste…creed…religion.
They just chose a girl…fixed a price…and welcome.
Did you get it?
What’s to understand?
Every brothel. – Mister…
This is my home…my country.
There are no Hindus or Muslims, high or low caste.
It’s our body…our will…
…and our law goes around here.
And I still don’t understand which India and Pakistan you two are talking about.
That teacher keeps tell me…
About the ‘Congress’, ‘Muslim League’, ‘Nerhu…Jinnah’.
Partition…etcetera.
But this is just nonsense for us.
Utter nonsense.
Because we don’t care about…
…what decisions those rascals are taking in Delhi.
This is our bread…this is our butter…
It’s our home and our brothel.
And before someone can throw us out of here…
We would rather…
What do you guys say?
Partition his hands and legs.
You wretch.
I will kil you.
Get your hands off!
Keep it down.
How dare you scare us?
Run away.
Salim!
Guests!
We were as polite as we could be.
Come on.
Goodbye, Begum Jaan.
You have a month’s time.
Only one month…get it.
We know how to count a month, mister.
Iliyas.
Get lost…
Run away. - Get lost.
Trying to scare us.
Get lost.
The brave woman, who's story I am going to tell you today…
…her name was Razia Sultan.
Pay attention, and sit properly.
At a very young age, Razia knew…
…that she had to take care of the kingdom when she grows up.
The throne was her biggest strength…
…and even her worst enemy.
Because her own people didn’t want…
…Razia to ascend the throne.
But Razia was determined…
…to do everything on her own strength, her will.
Amongst all the emperors, she was the only empress.
Razia Sultan.
She prepared her own army.
Carved a niche for herself in history.
You must make yourself proud too when you grow up.
How dare those scoundrels?
They come and tell me, Begum Jaan…
…that I’ll have to vacate my brothel!
How dare they?
Control your anger, Begum Jaan…it’s not their fault.
The order’s come from above.
I don’t care where it came from.
How dare they stand in my brothel…
…and gave me a month’s time.
Teacher, you’ve connections in the political party.
I want those two transferred in a month’s time.
And you can do anything you want for that.
If the demand is for girls, then I’ll arrange for that.
Otherwise, I’ll go myself…
Begum Jaan, not every problem has the same solution.
I will show them.
And they are from a different party.
Look…I’ll go talk to the party high-command.
We can at least try to go get a stay order…
…and then we can look for a different place.
It’s quite late…you must be hungry.
How about you eat something first?
I’ll take your leave now.
And talk to the party high-command tomorrow.
At least have dinner, teacher.
I am not hungry.
Don't you have a stomach-ache anymore?
Standing there with a sad face. Go get my hookah.
I’ll speak to the teacher about you.
Did she have to fall in love now?
Get out.
‘Curse you…’
‘Don’t ever come back.’
What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?
Begum Jaan, did you see a nightmare?
Why were you scared? What happened?
We must send a message. – To whom?
Dear? – To his highness.
His highness?
Begum Jaan…
Half the expenses for the wood will be borne by Delhi.
Give this over there.
8 million…in Punjab alone.
According to official statistics.
Better remember this…8 million homeless.
And we must tell the people why this is happening.
Tell them about the millions of homeless, tell them about the dead bodies…
Tell them about the bloodshed, and everything.
No one will leave their home otherwise.
Of course, they will.
The bloodshed in Amritsar, Allahabad, Ahmedabad, Bombay…
All the things our boys have done there.
When the Moslems in Dorangala find out…
Sorry…
Sorry. – Moslems…Mullah…
Very good.
Even we have a number of tales, Hari Prasad.
But that night, when they were disrobing me…
…I didn’t see your face in them.
And I still don't. – Then do it, Ilyas!
Do it. It’s important.
You must harbor hatred…you must harbor differences.
Otherwise, you will never be able to do this job.
Or live. – Fine.
Let’s talk then.
If people cross the border, then that’s fine…
People will have to move.
“There’s a heave of sigh here…”
“…and a heave of sigh there.”
“Bravo this independence.”
“There’s a heave of sigh here…”
“…and a heave of sigh there.”
“Bravo this independence.”
“Your roofs…your lands.”
“Your swords…and your borders.”
“Just tell me where is my home?”
“There’s a heave of sigh here…”
“…and a heave of sigh there.”
“Bravo this independence.”
“Independence…”
“I left my veil hanging on the rope.”
“I left my shirt hanging on the hangar..”
“Where did I leave my honor.”
“I left Allah in the dome.”
“And the Lord in the differences.”
“Where did I leave Ram?”
“Where are the people who matter”
“Where are the angels?”
“Tell me where is that paradise.”
"Find me that paradise, where is it?"
“There’s a heave of sigh here…”
“…and a heave of sigh there.”
“Bravo this independence.”
“Your knock…your fists…”
“You can keep your soil.”
“Tell me where is my home.”
“There’s a heave of sigh here…”
“…and a heave of sigh there.”
“Bravo this independence.”
“Independence…”
So just imagine your highness.
He threatened me in my own home.
And threatening me means…
…threatening his highness’ servant.
What is his name?
Someone called Srivastav and Iliyas, your highness.
And the inspectors of Dorangla and Shakkargarh…
…also treat us quite unfairly.
They are just mice.
To bell the cat, I must go to Delhi.
After all, they are government official.
I’ll go…this week.
Don’t worry, Begum Jaan.
No one will bother you.
Thank you, your highness.
But please, your highness…
…don’t get into a fit of rage and kill them.
Their dismissal is enough.
Your highness.
And you brought so many gifts for everyone again.
You’ve really pampered these girls.
Well…the brothel stays closed for a couple of days because of me.
After all, even I have some responsibility. - Oh, my…
What are you saying, your highness.
This brothel is all yours. And so are the girls.
Even I…
So…who should I present today?
Gulabo?
Or would you prefer Rubina or Lata?
I’ve heard that there’s a new girl staying with you.
But…I didn’t see her with the others.
You've hidden her from us.
No…
Maybe Shabnum was playing outside.
She’s been through a terrible ordeal, your highness.
And so…
I mean, she’s still not been educated…
You stay safe here because of me.
No one bothers you, because…
…I’ve taken your responsibility.
And foreigners and Governors, who spend their nights here…
…don’t do it for free.
In fact, even your taxes are paid from the royal treasury.
Huh…
And in return for all that, I want such a small thing…
Yes, your highness.
And yes Begum Jaan…my gramophone stopped working…
…so I couldn’t bring it along.
And you know that…
…I can’t do anything until there’s no music.
Your highness, you’re our benefactor.
But I beg you, I cannot do this any longer.
Don’t delay…
Otherwise, it’ll delay my trip to Delhi.
“O bearers…lower the palanquin.”
“And wait for a minute.”
“Let me hug them tightly…”
“…and bless them from the bottom of my heart.”
“Your bindi shimmers, bangles clinker…”
“…and you’re glowing in the veil.”
“May the kohl, the flowers are lovely…”
“…and your courtyard’s covered in your fragrance.”
“May your heart sway, when your beloved kisses you…”
"…and your body and heart are thrilled."
“May you be unharmed, untainted…”
“…and every inch of your body glows.”
“O bearers…lower the palanquin.”
“I’ve laid the stars on your pillow.”
“While the moon sings for you.”
“The beautiful night queen…”
“…sings lullabies at your window.”
"Sleep my dear, sleep, my child."
“Disappear from my eyes.”
“O dawn…don’t wake me up yet.”
“Wait a little longer.”
“My slumber’s incomplete… and so is my dream…”
“Let it be complete.”
“Your bindi shimmers, bangles clinker…”
“…and you’re glowing in the veil.”
“May the kohl, the flowers are lovely…”
“May your heart sway..."
..."are thrilled."
“May you be unharmed, untainted…”
How are you, teacher? – It's not good, Begum Jaan.
This is important.
Say it then. Your lips are not sealed.
Not here, can we go inside and talk?
You’re too much, teacher.
By the way, even I wanted to speak to you…
About someone.
You stay, I’ll go get some water. - Come on.
So, should I…
Oh my, what’s wrong, teacher?
Listen, Begum Jaan.
I spoke to the party.
No pressure is going to work.
Meaning?
Meaning you must obey the orders.
I think it’s best you vacate this place.
You don’t know these people.
They can do anything under the pretext of government orders.
What government, master?
I am the government around here.
Why don’t you understand? You can be attacked.
You… such informality, teacher.
This is not informality, Begum…
I am worried…for you.
Worried? For me?
Since when?
I was always worried for you.
And I never got the chance to express it.
But now I do.
The opportunity to start a new life.
Listen…quit all this.
This brothel, this profession…this life.
And come with me.
Together we will… - We?
There’s a difference between sleeping together…
…and abiding by each other.
Begum Jaan, I… - You helped us a lot.
And I thank you for that.
But if I had known that…
…your motive behind it was this… - Begum!
Let me make one thing clear, teacher.
Begum is beyond your grasp.
But I really… - What nonsense, teacher.
Do you know there’s someone who can give her life for you!
I thought you wanted to talk about her.
I don’t understand what you really want.
I want you. – That’s enough, teacher.
You were with us during our good times…
…so, I don't want to be the reason for your bad luck.
Don’t ever come back here again!
Begum Jaan, you’re assaulting a police officer.
Better think about this.
I came here for your own interest.
You must vacate this brothel.
Yes… I'll see to it that you don't face any problems after that.
Is this your father’s brothel that you’ll evict us…
…or does your mother work here. – You b****
Mind your tongue.
You’re so stupid, Shyam Singh.
Doctors are called doctors, lawyers as lawyers…
…and prostitutes are called prostitutes.
That's not an abuse for us.
If you had called us a cop, then that would’ve been an abuse to us.
Salim.
Those who are blessed by the kings…
…don’t need the pawns to protect them.
Now get lost…
Get lost!
And then Begum Jaan tried to seduce me.
When I said that I love Gulabo…
..she had me thrown out of the house.
But Begum Jaan was saying that… - You don’t trust me.
I quit my home and town and fighting for you.
I even went against the party’s decision.
I keep thinking about you every moment.
In fact, I had to sneak up here to meet you.
And you don’t trust me.
We went there with the orders once before, sir.
But Mirza and his dogs bit us.
This time I even took few constables along.
But the king’s bodyguards were already present there.
Begum said…
Next time she will kill us…
…and hang us at the border’s check-post.
How can she hang you?
Not me, sir.
You…
The two of you.
Fine, leave. – Okay, sir.
If we don’t get rid of the brothel…
…it will stall the construction of the borderline.
And the king’s bodyguards are also stationed there now.
Iliyas, we must go to Sonapur. – Why? What’s out there?
The solution to this problem.
Not all jobs can be done officially.
There are some unofficial employees…
…for certain matters.
Did you understand?
Get up.
Who were you with? – Don’t worry.
It wasn't one of your clients or your father.
Hey…bloody fool, don’t drag my father in this, get it.
Tell me…where did you go?
I won’t tell you.
What will you do?
If Begum Jaan finds out…
…that you’re in love with someone, then she will skin you alive.
Bloody sycophant, why are you always licking her boots?
Witch…
Who saved you when…
…those wolves had ganged up on you?
Rascal…how dare you slap me?
I will kill you!
You scheming b****...
Come here…
I will kill you.
Strangle you.
Why are you crying now?
What do you get from this madness?
Begum Jaan took you in.
Would she wish you ill?
“Looking at the grinding stones, Kabir is lamenting.”
“In the duel of two wheels, nothing stays intact.”
Kabir…Double-duty, that’s my name.
I can be Hindu or Muslim.
Thread around my neck, and circumcision too.
I carry the priest's cap and the saint's hat as well.
I wouldn’t know in which area to create a riot and when.
But the boys are always ready on both sides.
They all have one religion. Money.
Job done…money earned.
Tell me whom to kill.
We want you to evict a manor. – Brothel.
Yes…brothel.
One between Dorangla and Shakkargarh.
That brothel.
Have you tried in every way you could?
Because once Kabir’s boys get started on a job…
I hope you get it.
We’ve done what we could.
Now you must take care of it. – Take care?
You mean kill them?
Should I shoot them or stab them or strangle them?
Or should we abduct and rape them?
Don’t worry about the money.
But…I don’t think we’ll need to do all that.
You’ll have few men from the police station, as well as guns.
Maybe by threatening or scaring them…
Otherwise, shoot them.
Just shoot them.
Soap, powder, lentil, rice…we’re nearly out of everything.
This time Lata will go with Sujeet.
I won’t carry those sacks alone.
You must come along.
I hardly get a square meal, I’ve no strength left.
You know that I am a vegetarian.
Lata…can’t vegetarians carry heavy burdens?
Cows, buffaloes, donkeys and elephants are all vegetarians.
Let it be.
Don’t try to educate me about food…
…when you don’t even know where you come from?
Lowlife… - Don’t comment on my caste.
At least we don’t throw our women…
…in the same pyre as their dead husband.
Did you forget how you came here running, half burnt?
You bloody...
I will yank your tongue out.
Stop fighting.
Or you won’t get to eat.
Jamila. – Yes.
Go get the meat which the villagers sent.
Why do you always fight with Amba over caste?
Jamila. – Yes, Begum Jaan.
The lentil was delicious.
Would you like some more, Begum Jaan?
Uncle Salim. Why don’t you teach us how to use a gun?
Your cop friends left their guns here last year…
…and they are just rotting here.
Take Begum Jaan’s permission, and I’ll teach you.
Begum Jaan…why don’t you say something?
Silly girl…we’re under the protection of the king.
As long as he’s alive, you don’t have to use the gun.
Postman.
Letter…
Jamila. Go check.
That was delicious. - Onions?
It’s been really long since…
…Jamila made her famous oat-brans.
Sujeet, give me some water.
Here you go.
Wash your ears.
Here…
Begum Jaan.
Begum Jaan. – What happened?
Watch it...
Someone tell me what's happening!
Rascals. - What happened?
Salim uncle.
Salim... Salim.
“Greetings, Begum Jaan.”
“I hope you all liked the meat today.”
“Wasn’t it nice?”
“I knew right away…”
“…that Shekhu’s full of meat.”
“I don’t know how spicy you like your meat.”
“So I cooked it according to my preference.”
“But I left Bhaloo for you guys.”
“You can cook him like you want.”
“One more thing, Begum Jaan.”
“You must vacate this brothel now.”
“After all, two countries are going to be formed.”
“So you must make a sacrifice, like Shekhu.”
Peace be upon you.
Yours Kabir.
Brother Salim!
It was my responsibility to protect the children! - Brother Salim!
It was my responsibility to protect the children!
It was mine…
Will Kabir stay quiet after threatening them?
Can’t we reason with the king…
…and get Begum Jaan out of here?
It won’t make a difference.
Do you think that a century later…
…when the children will read about the partition…
…it will contain stories about you, me, or Begum Jaan?
Who talks about pawns in history?
They only talk about emperors.
But I am not talking about a century later.
I am talking about this time…now.
Ilyas' is in agony.
Yes, Ilyas is in agony…for a bunch of prostitutes.
Isn’t that what you mean?
Iliyas…
In order to uproot Begum Jaan’s brothel…
…we won’t have to give a speech or cause a riot.
At least in these two areas…
In order to save countless lives…
…we’ll have to sacrifice some lives.
Consider that today is Eid.
Bakri-Eid.
Bunch of cowards!
Butchering speechless animals…
Cowards!
I will skin them alive, make a whip out of it…
…and flog them with it.
Promise me…you won’t spare them.
I raised them since…they were pups…
In rain, in winter.
I would wipe their bodies and feed them milk…
What’s wrong with your throat?
Shekhu’s hair…it’s stuck in my throat.
It’s just your imagination.
No…it’s there…it’s there.
I can’t even swallow it.
“While leaving the city of Lucknow…”
“…don’t ask about my plight.”
I think…you must all leave too.
What?
Times are changing.
I…I went to Delhi.
Everything will be over soon.
I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.
Even the king of Junagarh was in Delhi.
Kashmir and Hyderabad have been told that…
…they must choose a side they want to live in.
So…
What does that mean?
Kings will always remain kings.
Whether it’s in India or… What’s it called?
Pakistan. - Begum Jaan,...
kings are not the rulers anymore.
The people will be the kings now.
Delhi and Karachi have only one motive.
In a couple of years…
…all the kingdoms and estates will belong to the government.
And you?
We’ll be mere pawns.
You know the condition of the royal treasure.
People are declining, items are being sold.
And we’re also facing many legal cases. – So now?
Begum…listen to the government.
Leave this brothel.
I cannot protect you anymore.
Well…I don’t think anything’s in your control anymore.
Even if I sing today, you won’t be able to do anything.
Begum… - Salim!
Yes, Begum Jaan.
Salim, the king is very tired.
Take him to his room.
He needs rest.
And he’ll be leaving soon, so make all the arrangements.
You’ll die a terrible death, Begum.
Whatever…I'll die like a queen and not a beggar.
In my house.
“You sneak up to my threshold.”
“With a wounded heart…and barren heartbeat.”
“When I applied ointment on your wounds…”
“…it opened up my wounds.”
“What has happened?”
“I fell so deeply… in love with you.”
“The old memories were refreshed again.”
“What has happened?”
“I fell so deeply…
You’re learning how to fire a gun…
…not wash clothes.
Hold it properly.
Hold it.
Bravo, Rubina.
You’re fine.
Nice.
This b*** is very heavy, Salim.
My dagger’s much better. – Don’t joke, Begum Jaan.
Shoulder straight, strong grip, clear view.
Come on.
Pull it back…
Bloody horse’s leg…
Careful.
Bravo.
Nice.
Good one.
If Begum Jaan finds out Laadli’s with us…
…she will skin us all alive.
What can I do?
Jamila said to take her out, she was feeling very lonely in the house.
If she says anything, then you’ll have to handle her.
Since Shekhu-Bhaloo died…
…the place feels like a graveyard.
Hurry up, it will be sunset soon.
How much for the tomatoes?
Laadli, look here.
Like this… Pull it back push…
You have to push it with your might.
Take aim.
Steady aim.
Keep your shoulders steady. - Like this.
Begum Jaan!
Gulabo.
Begum Jaan!
This is how you load a bullet.
Bravo, Gulabo.
Great.
Laadli, did you have fun?
Hurry up. – What happened?
Walk faster.
What happened?
What’s wrong?
Walk faster. Walk faster.
Walk faster. Walk faster. – But what happened?
What’s wrong? - Don’t look back. Just walk faster.
Walk… - What happened?
Run! Run!
Run Laadli. - Run.
Come on. – Sujeet.
Run. – Come on…
Come on…
Come on, hurry up…hurry up.
What happened? What happened?
Come on.
Sit…sit down…
Be quite..
Are…are they going to kill us.
Listen…I think they went that way.
There’s a lane up ahead. Let’s get out through there.
No-no, they went that way.
So you go this way. – Leaving you alone.
I would rather die than leave you alone.
Stop arguing, just do as I said.
Go…or else I’ll die.
I told you we shouldn’t come here.
Now, these people will kill us.
Will you shut up?
Always crying…
Come on… Come…
Let me go. Let me go.
Sujeet… - I beg you.
I am just a kid, I haven’t done anything.
Rubina, let’s go. - I told you that I won’t go.
But no one ever listens to me.
Listen, brother, I've nothing to do with them.
Let me go.
Why did you send me away…forever?
What will Ruby do…without you?
Tell me.
Don’t you want to settle down?
Don’t go Sujeet. Don’t go.
I…love you.
I love you!
I opened this brothel.
And all of you came here one after another.
You got work…business settled…
Lata…remember.
You weren’t agreeing.
I remember, Begum Jaan.
And I also remember your dagger.
And Rani. Hiding behind your veil.
You were scared out of your wits seeing blood for the first time.
Begum Jaan, you’re too much… - Of course, you’ve grown up now.
Feeling embarrassed.
And Maina-Amba. I had to pay a high price for you two.
Almost emptied my purse.
That was one stormy night.
Covered in fever, these two were blabbering all the time.
That’s nothing new.
These two still blabber all the time.
Blabber-mouths of this brothel.
Jamila…this isn’t a brothel.
It’s our home.
We never got so much freedom in our own home.
Freedom.
Nonsense.
Now see…two countries are playing the game of independence.
And so we must vacate our home.
Our home…our land.
The place from where I left as a bride.
And returned as a courtesan.
Where I even decided my burial place.
There…
For years I sold my flesh.
Never thought some day we’ll have to divide it some day.
Our bodies will be partitioned.
Bloody rascals… I am not going to leave this house.
I don’t need a man…I can protect this place alone.
But you must… the rest of you, you must leave.
Go where? You think our families will take us back. - Leave.
They have even forgotten our names.
And those villagers.
Those pandits.
During the day, they will stay away from my shadows.
And at night, they will sc*** me!
You’re a woman too.
You know very well…whether it’s a queen or a prostitute.
It’s always the men who are in control. – Amba, why don’t you understand?
There’s nothing left to understand, Begum Jaan.
They sliced my Sujeet in four pieces.
We won’t leave without finishing this war.
Yes, Begum. This brothel belongs to us as well.
Now if we leave, then what about you?
Do you remember?
So it's best that we all stay here and fight our battles.
She is right.
But we must get Laadli and Shabnum out of here, at any cost.
And you too, aunty.
The son I gave birth to…
…he left me at the banks of Benares, helpless and alone. – Aunty…
Don’t rake up the past.
It was you dear, who helped me.
You held my hand.
Do you want to throw me out now?
Fine…fine…there’s no point in arguing with you.
But Shabnum and Laadli must leave… - Laadli won’t go.
She will stay here.
This is her home too.
She was born here, Begum Jaan.
And that’s why… - She is your child too.
All of you raised her together.
So we’ll all go with Laadli, or no one goes.
Jamila… - I’ve made up my mind, that’s it.
Why are you all so stubborn?
You don’t understand.
Okay, listen.
Until the situation doesn’t get better…
…take both of them to Guruji in Lucknow.
I won’t go… - Listen to me.
This place is not safe for children anymore.
Gulabo, hurry up!
Did you write everything in the letter to Begum Jaan?
Yes…everything.
I left nothing.
Let’s go.
There are some things left.
Might as well finish that too.
In letter...
You only wrote about buyers, business…teacher…atrocity…
But not about how I nursed you back to health.
Nor about how I massaged you all night when you were pregnant.
You didn’t mention that either.
Talking for months.
Stop you from committing suicide four times.
You forgot to write a lot of things in the letter.
Feeding a goat at the butcher's shop is just feeding him.
And not love.
You bloody traitor! – Salim.
She has grown up now.
Let her go.
Salim. Something doesn’t feel right. – Yes, Begum Jaan.
Me too.
Are the guns ready? – Of course, Begum Jaan.
And the ammunitions? – They are all ready.
Let’s wake up everyone.
Jamila. Rubina. Aunty…
Hurry up.
Leave now…there’s danger on the way.
Forgive me Gulabo, but…
…I want to see that arrogant Begum Jaan die twice.
Once when you…betrayed her.
And now…when she will actually get shot.
But…marriage?
Gulabo, prostitutes only have buyers…not husbands.
Aunty…
Jamila, leave immediately with these two.
I won’t go anywhere. - What do you mean?
It was decided yesterday…
…that you will go to Lucknow with these two.
I won’t go anywhere, Begum Jaan.
I won’t leave all of you alone in this situation.
Jamila, Begum Jaan told you to leave now.
Just because we didn’t give birth to her…
…doesn't mean we have no right to her.
How can I leave? I will leave with all of you. - Quiet.
Jamila, stop arguing and leave.
Enough. Quiet.
Jamila, this is no time to argue.
Leave now with Laadli and Shabnum through the back door.
We can be attacked at any time.
Salim.
Bas***
Jamila, leave now
Aunty, get out of here!
Aim properly, guys.
Rubina.
Salim, careful.
Careful.
Is she your wife. Shoot them!
Be careful, they're firing!
Take cover. - They only have two-three guns.
Shoot them.
Useless… all of you go and mix up with those prostitutes.
Salim…
Give bullets0.
Careful. Look out.
Rubina. Careful.
Amba…
Bloody rascals.
Come on, guys…hurry up.
Come on, get down.
Get this over with quickly.
You b******s.
Rani, be careful!
Bloody rascals!
Lata…
Bloody lowly woman.
What’s the hurry?
Hey…
It was a mistake. Mistake…
Look…look…mistake…I made a mistake.
Prostitutes might not have husbands.
But they do have daughters.
Begum Jaan.
Salim.
I can’t see anything.
It’s all quiet.
Amba. - Yes.
Amba…careful.
Come…welcome.
We were waiting for you.
Kabir, when did this happen?
You see sir, it’s hard to predict when an incident might occur.
Begum Jaan.
Careful.
Begum Jaan.
Rascals…
Bas****
Rascals…
Where do you think you’re going?
Rascals…
Where do you think you’re going?
Rascals…
Salim uncle!
Begum Jaan…
See sir, the place’s been evicted.
You can go now.
Because you won’t be able to tolerate what happens next.
You see, my boys are going to reinstate this brothel for a while.
There must be some advantage of evicting a brothel.
What happened?
Hey…
Hey, prostitute…what are you doing?
You will all die. – What’s happening, Kabir?
Your clients won’t save you.
Come back.
Aunty…
Tell me the story of Padmavati.
It was a moonless night when the world plunged into darkness.
The sun and moon disappeared from sight.
When 12,000 Rajput queens gathered in the temple of Chittaur.
Queen Padmavati entered the entered the temple…
…and evoked the God of fire.
O Fire God…
Come, and perish our body, our soul…
…and this darkness.
Queen Padmavati, who was standing in front of the fire…
…had only two options.
First, surrendering to the enemy.
Bowing before them and leading a life of slavery.
Or…sacrificing her life.
A glorious death, like the way she had been living so far.
With her head held high, on her own terms.
Like a queen.
And…
And queen Padmavati chose the option…
…that suits a queen.
Standing on the verge of death…
…queen Padmavati jumped in that fire and let her self-esteem prevail.
She made it immortal.
“When the darkness...will slowly recede.”
“When the clouds of sorrow fade away…”
"…and we'll be graced by a sea of joy."
“When the sky will sway…”
“…and the earth will sing songs.”
“That dawn will come from us.”
“The dawn for which…”
“…we’ve been yearning for centuries.”
“The glorious dawn for which…”
“…we endure all the sorrows.”
“These craving, yearning souls…”
“…will some day be blessed.”
“That dawn will come from us.”
“I admit that the price of our desires…”
“…are not too high.”
“Even soil has some value…”
“…but humans aren’t worth anything.”
“When the honor of humans…”
“…won’t come with a price-tag.”
“That dawn will come from us.”