Bajirao Mastani Page #3

But for me,

you are the moon bathed in colour.

The poison had to be

stopped from spreading.

I've seen your wounds, Mastani...

You are no longer a Rajput.

What you see is merely

the mark of your sword.

But it is my heart that bleeds.

Even the Peshwa has a heart!

"On this festival of colours."

Paint me red in the colour of love.

Oh you playful one,

like Lord Krishna.

I'm mesmerised looking at you...

Hold me close,

instead of looking from afar...

Playfully you twist my arm...

Like Lord Krishna with Radha.

And when I protest, you embrace me...

You refuse to let go of me...

"Blushing I turn red...

The colour of love."

Fortune favours the brave, My Lady...

And fortunate you are, indeed!

The Peshwa has asked for

a paan (after meal delicacy).

Here, it is your excuse to see him.

I no longer need excuses.

This dagger?

The Peshwa gave it to me!

Dear God! And you accepted it?

Don't you know that as per

the custom in Bundelkhand...

A girl is married to

a man by accepting his dagger!

Did you accept it?

I accepted it.

And he?

Your paan.

And if I weren't awake?

I would will the night

to go on for eternity...

And gaze upon you forever.

But that is impossible.

Time and destiny cannot

be controlled by mortals.

What cannot be controlled by mortals

can be swayed by the power of love.

So can love stop the sun from rising?

It just did.

Do have your paan,

or my hospitality might be questioned.

Mastani, I shall be gone tomorrow.

What of it?

Perhaps we may never meet again.

You are in my heart, like a prayer.

The mention of your

name shall be my worship...

My Lady, the Peshwa is leaving!

Entire Bundelkhand has gathered for

his farewell, except you.

Come, My Lady!

Such arrogance does

not become you, My Lady.

You mistake love for arrogance.

What sort of love is this?

He is leaving, and you...

Watching him go will

be the death of me.

God forbid! But this meeting

will be left incomplete.

An incomplete meeting leaves

the promise of another.

And what if destiny doesn't allow it?

Mastani writes her own destiny.

We may be greatly

indebted to the Peshwa...

But I refuse to send our daughter

to Pune as an obligation, My King.

I understand that our marriage

has never been valid in the society...

Because I am

Muslim and you're Hindu.

It is my own decision to go to Pune...

I am wed to the Peshwa's dagger.

This is a custom in Bundelkhand,

not Pune.

And do not forget that the Peshwa

is Hindu Brahmin and you are Muslim.

Mastani has Hindu Rajput blood too.

She worships Allah and Krishna alike.

Jodha and Akbar put aside religious

differences in the name of politics.

Mastani is doing the same,

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