Bajirao Mastani Page #4

but for love.

Let her go.

Even so! He will never accept

her as his legitimate wife.

Radha was never Lord Krishna's wife...

But their names are inseparable.

Yes, but they are Gods!

And love is worship...

For which one needs no permission.

May God fulfill your wishes!

Stay blessed!

My beautiful love has returned...

Praise the Lord!

A moment, My Lady...

You have not taken my

name this time. (Marathi tradition)

Why, brother!

It's a new era!

New palace, new customs.

Why must the lady always

take the man's name?

You take her name this time,

or else no entering your new chambers!

But it is a custom for women

to say their husbands' name...

No diamond can match the Kohinoor's

sparkle and grace.

And no name but Bajirao's

lights up Kashi's face.

Very good!

This way, Peshwa Saheb.

My Lady...

You are entering your new chambers

for the first time.

What childishness is this!

You swore on me...

So don't open

your eyes until I say so!

Don't you trust me?

Trust a warrior?

You never know when he may attack!

Now, open your eyes.

What do you think?

Beautiful!!

This is nothing compared to the

rest of Shanivaar Wada.

Tell me something, My Lady...

What?

How come I still see it in your eyes?

What?

Longing!

Because it keeps me company

in your long absences.

Oh dear... Where is it?

What?

Your mistress!!

Your dagger?

Just as well you've forgotten it.

It will no longer come between us.

Have I offended you by

calling your dagger a mistress?

I talk too much!

King Chatrasaal has

showered us with gifts.

I am pleased!

The timing couldn't

have been better...

Expenses had been piling up.

So helping Bundelkhand

has proved profitable for us.

What is this?

Who are you?

This is King Chatrasaal's daughter.

I wasn't aware he had

such a beautiful daughter.

I'm very pleased to

make your acquaintance.

As am I, thank you!

What is your name?

Mastani.

Mastani... Beautiful name.

Your father has many wives,

whose daughter are you?

Ruhani Begum's.

I see, you are a Muslim.

King Chatrasaal needn't

have sent his daughter...

all the way here

simply to deliver gifts!

What say, Chimaji?

This dagger belongs to Bajirao!

In Bundelkhand we observe a custom

where girls are wed to daggers.

Perhaps amongst Muslims and Rajputs.

In the Peshwa regime, we do not

accept such political ties.

But I am already married to him!

Chimaji, please make arrangements

for her stay elsewhere.

Do meet me before you

return to Bundelkhand.

My dear...

If you stare any longer,

you will cast an evil eye on me.

I am trying to remove it.

Going to war?

I have decided...

Next time,

I shall accompany you to war.

No matter what anyone says.

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