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Your Highness...

That evil spirit... turned out

to be more powerful than l expected..

l cannot do this, your Highness.

lf you refuse to help us... then

our hopes will be shattered.

Your Highness... there's

only one person on this earth...

who can save the Prince now?

And your family knows him really well,

your Highness.

Uncle.

Tell me the truth, uncle.

What's everyone hiding from me?

Why doesn't anyone want

to go see the Mewadwale Baba?

Uncle... you've always

treated me like a daughter.

For my sake... don't

hide anything from me.

Fine, Princess...

Mewadwala Baba is none other than Jai.

Jai Singh Gujjar.

Jai?

My daughter's getting

married in two months.

We've tried all sorts

of medicines... and prayers.

But to no use.

Now... only you can perform some miracle.

You're an elder...

don't embarrass me.

Everything will be fine.

Who did you bring to protect

your daughter this time?

Him!

He can't save your dear daughter,

Pratap Singh.

He's been behind bars

for five years himself.

And do you know what his crime was?

Pratap Singh... please go out.

Yes, but...

Look... you won't be able

to see what happens here next.

Now tell me who you are?

And why are you after this poor girl?

Then listen carefully.

One evening... l was sitting

on the banyan tree..

And she... was returning from the fair.

As soon as she lost her way...

and took the dirt road...

l lost my heart to her.

That's it... l possessed her.

Now go back to where you came from.

Or else l'll make you suffer.

A prisoner... is going to save this girl...

with the art he learned in jail.

From me?

What are you doing?

As long as it's in my hand... it's

the holy water of Ganga.

But for you...

it's like acid.

Stop blabbering and go away!

- Leave this girl's body.

- l won't!

Did you hear? l won't.

She's mine... only mine.

lf she can't be mine... then

l won't let anyone have her.

We can never repay this favor.

But this is a small

token for your efforts.

l didn't learn this art

from my guru to earn money.

Your daughter needs these

jewelries more than l do.

l only want is an

invitation to her wedding.

The royal chariot...

parked outside this pauper's home.

There must be a reason behind it.

Princess Shivangi

has returned from abroad.

She wants to meet you.

l don't care what she wants.

But... right now...

l want you to take

her message and leave.

l don't want to meet your Princess.

- But son...

- Enough, uncle.

You're elder to me...

so l am requesting you.

lf you ever come back again...

or mention the princess

to me... then l might disrespect you.

What a dilemma!

You don't want to go with me...

and l can't leave without you.

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