Kshatriya (क्षत्रिय)

This temple of Mahakali lies between two Rajput territories...

Mirtagarh and Surjangarh.

For an eternity, the Goddess is offered a calf on Vijaydashmi.

They forget, even if mute...

A mother is a mother.

Their blind belief that the warriors of the state that beheads the calf...

It will rain in their province.

Water is more precious than even human life in this desert.

That is the reason why the warriors of each state attack each other.

Corpses pile up.

The winner would make the sacrifice.

And please the Goddess with enthusiasm and vigor.

It is said that clouds of rain gather in their skies by Goddess' grace.

But what about the lives lost?

The Resident of the English government met the priests.

A decision was taken From next year onwards...

A warrior from each state will come forth to make the sacrifice.

In the ensuing combat, the winner will make the sacrifice.

Life and death danced hand in hand.

Undoubtedly, the Goddess would be pleased.

But the fire of enmity between the states got fanned further.

One warrior had to die.

Time passed. The English left.

But the custom of sacrifice remains the same even today.

The reins of law lie in the hands of police officer Ganga Singh.

The reins of law lie in the hands of police officer Ganga Singh.

And the personal enmity is being nurtured by two princely families.

Maharaja Bhavani Singh heads the Mirtagarh clan.

His wife Maheshwaridevi.

And his only child, princess Divya.

And the younger brother of the Maharaja, Jaswant Singh.

On the other side is Maharaja Prithvi Singh.

His wife, Suman.

His younger brother, Devendra Pratap Singh.

And his son Prince Vijay Pratap Singh.

...whom Prithvi and his wife love as their own child.

It is said love blossoms even in the dust of enmity.

Divya and Vijay met in a fair and gave their hearts to each other.

But the minister of Mirtagarh and his son, Shakti Singh...

won't let the root of love grow.

Bless me, father. - Live long.

Hope that I am victorious and able to make the sacrifice to the Goddess.

The calf will be sacrificed.

But if the prince of Surjangarh too is sacrificed along with it...

Then the Goddess will be pleased and I'd be more so.

Father, what are you saying? - Yes, kill him.

If this happens, the enmity between Mirtagarh and Surjangarh...

won't die for generations to come.

They will only be concerned with killing each other.

Nobody will bother about the royal state treasure.

I swear by the Goddess, were I in Prithvi's place..

I swear by the Goddess, were I in Prithvi's place..

I wouldn't have stopped Shakti Singh's sword!

Even if he would have slashed you to pieces! I feel like...

completing Shakti's job myself. - What are you doing?

Calm down. Vijay is the only heir to our family.

Do you want to extinguish his life?

I'd have preferred to be childless than have a child like him!

I'd have preferred to be childless than have a child like him!

You are right.

My pampering and your love has made him a weakling.

He has become a coward!

From tomorrow I will teach you sword fighting.

And next year you will defeat Mirtagarh and teach them a lesson!

Brother-in-law is here.

Welcome, brother-in-law. - Your Highness, see who is here.

Bless me.

Live long. You've given me such joy by coming here.

I can't express how happy I am to be back home.

Where's your bride? - She came with me from abroad.

She stayed back in Bombay. Soon I'll get her back.

First you get married to a foreigner in a foreign land.

Now you'll trouble us to see her face. You're great.

That's true but tell him about your news. Or should I tell him?

What's going on?

Great! The crown prince of Mirtagarh is on his way!

My nephew!

How can you be sure that it will be a son?

It will be a son because I say so.

Because it's written in the books and that's what I say!

That's nonsense.

Haven't you seen anyone crazy with joy?

No. - Why are you lying?

I turn mad each time I see you.

The love that has touched you can turn to a cause of sorrow.

It would be best to give it up.

What are you saying? - What can I say?

I'm just a flute. The sound is created when somebody blows into it.

Then hear the sound of this flute.

I will prove your words and your knowledge false!

You mustn't say that. - I don't believe in it.

She believes in all this.

Read her palm. She's a true believer.

Your life is full of ups and downs.

But you will live your life by the support of a soldier.

Soldier...? - Yes, a soldier.

Soldier...? - Yes, a soldier.

Does this mean Madhu too will fall in love?

There's no bond stronger than that of love.

God Himself is tied in it. So what is man?

Do you hear? Now you too will fall in love.

Where are you lost?

When did you come? - How are you? You've grown so big!

I'm fine. - Greetings, sir.

Greetings, priest. How are you? Fine? - Yes, thank you.

Where are you lost, dear? This is my uncle Jassi.

I mean Uncle Jaswant.

Greetings. - Greetings. And you...?

My friend, Madhulika. She's the daughter of Ashokpal.

We address her as Madhu out of love.

Then I too will call her Madhu.

Uncle, let's sit. I'm so glad you came.

I was so lonely! - Lonely, really?

You probably don't know you'll soon have a brother.

I know. - Then why are you lonely?

Once he comes, you won't need anyone. Not even me.

Now where are you going?

I'm not needed here even now.

Now tell me how many enemies you killed in the war.

"Your life is full of ups and downs."

"But your life will be supported by a soldier."

"Tell, my friend..."

"reveal your secrets"

"By the pond the lass met a stranger"

"By the pond the lass met a stranger"

"She dared to lift her veil"

"She met a stranger and dared to lift her veil..."

"and quenched his thirst"

"and quenched his thirst"

"And love set her heart on fire"

"It rained..."

"and a love-story was made"

"A bangle-seller..."

"A bangle-seller..."

"who looked so innocent..."

"sold her some bangles..."

"and stole her heart..."

"and my body and soul"

"Thus, a love-story was made"

"It rained..."

"and a love-story was made"

"Since childhood till I grew up..."

"all I heard..."

"was about a prince and a princess"

"Today I realise, today I know"

"He's my prince charming and I'm his princess"

"And lo, a love-story is made"

I'm going to have a baby.

Honest? - Yes.

What are you doing?

The joys of the world are in these eyes.

How can I not kiss them?

I pray to God that my son should be like Vijay.

It will be a son. That I promise you.

I also promise you, he won't ever return defeated like Vijay.

I will train him to always return victorious.

"My life shall light up... in the magic of love"

"My unkempt tresses will lie... scattered on your body"

"My lips are keen..."

"to let my heart out"

"But my eyes refuse..."

"they are shy"

Why did you stop? Go on, sing.

You sing well.

Go on, sing. - I can't sing before you.

Go on, sing. - I can't sing before you.

Why?

I forget.

But why do you sing such songs at this tender age?

I'm no longer a child! - I never said you were.

But such songs are sung by those hurt in love.

Have you been in love, Madhu?

No, I'm in love.

You're right. Love happens.

You sound as if you too are in love. - Yes.

Who is she?

She's lovely.

And...? - She sings very well.

And..? - She makes you feel at home.

And..?

She enters your life and becomes a part of you.

You seem to be saying what's in my heart.

Who has become a part of your life?

Do I have to tell you this?

Ask your own heart.

Why? Don't you like me?

No, I like you a lot. But...

But?

Madhu is poor. She isn't a princess.

I don't think like this.

Then? - You are mistaken.

I was talking about somebody else.

She's as sweet as you. She sings but in English.

She's English. I met her abroad.

And I married her.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Go away, Vijay.

Why? - I'm scared.