Lal Haveli

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India. Our India.

India, where the valor of Rajputs...

love stories of Emperors...

and poets' eloquent poems still inspire Indians.

Where Agra's Taj Mahal still testifies Mumtaz Mahal...

and Emperor Shah Jahan's love.

Where Delhi's Kutub Minar still...

tells the tales of the bygone Emperors.

Where Jhansi fort still stands tall...

depicting Queen Laxmibai's heroism.

There are many other places where...

such tales of love and bravery are left undisclosed.

Common people don't know about them.

We are talking about the place built by Emperor Humayun...

400 years ago and which he gave to a Rajput soldier.

It's called Lal Haveli.

He is Emperor Humayun.

He made Chittor's Princess his sister...

and set an unforgettable example of Hindu-Muslim unity.

But the Emperor's story would have remained incomplete...

if our ancestors had not laid down their lives...

and saved Humayun's life in the Chittor war.

This is Jahangir.

Once upset with Queen Noor Jahan...

he came to this palace.

Here is Shah Jahan.

He gave his wife's palace a chance to welcome guests...

and bestowed honor on us poor people.

Here is Emperor Sher Singh.

He saved Emperor Humayun's life...

and laid the foundation of this palace with his blood.

That's why this palace is called Lal Haveli (Red Palace).

Mr. Thakur, why are you quiet?

You didn't tell us anything about this picture.

Thakur, tell them.

Mittu.

Mr. Thakur, perhaps this picture makes you sad.

We don't want to hurt you.

If you don't want, then don't tell us anything about this picture.

She's a stigma on the splendor of Lal Haveli.

When I see her, I have to bow my head.

I wish I could erase this chapter from the history of Lal Haveli.

She's my elder sister.

Mittu!

Mukta, handle your parrot. Or else I'll kill it.

- Mukta! - Anand!

Mukta! Mukta!

Let's go to the fair. It's so much fun.

They have dancing tigers and bears.

Yes. Great sages have come.

Someone stands on one foot.

Someone stands on his head.

They have dancers. Yes.

Come, beloved. Let's go to the fair.

Come, beloved. Let's go to the fair.

Take me to the fair, beloved

I'm tired of telling you

I'm tired

Take me to the fair, beloved

I'm tired of telling you

I'm tired

How can I take you to the fair, damsel?

The men will stare at you

They'll say...

you have killer eyes

Killer eyes

Take me to the fair, beloved

I'm tired of telling you

I'm tired

You break my heart

You took the neighbor's wife

I'm fed up with you

Fed up

Take me to the fair, beloved

I'm tired of telling you

I'm tired

Now I know your game

I know all your lovers

Have some shame

Go and drown yourself

Who comes all dressed up?

He's the priest

Who is this turbaned man?

He's the cowherd in my father's village

Oh, sweetheart. You've won the argument

You've won

You have killer eyes

Killer eyes

Take me to the fair, beloved

I'm tired of telling you

I'm tired

You have killer eyes

Killer eyes

Take me to the fair, beloved

I'm tired of telling you

I'm tired

Master, this fair has been going on since your ancestor's time.

It's held annually.

Is that why you came here from town?

In that case, Girdhari, I'm the King of this village?

- Why not? - So let go of me.

Mukta!

Why did you come here without telling anyone?

I'm fed up looking for you everywhere.

Come. Come home.

Mukta. Mukta.

Mukta.

Hey, blind fellow. Can't you see?

You're blocking the road.

You don't even answer me.

Don't you know I'm the King of this village?

King?

You're the king? Or am I?

Beat him! Beat him!

- Well done! Well done! - Beat him!

Long live, child.

Beat him! Beat him! Keep on beating him!

Look, you'll be beaten. You'll be beaten.

- Well done! Well done! - Amazing!

Don't forget your uncle's tales.

Beat him! Beat him!

- Beat him! Well done! - Move, move.

- Amazing! Amazing! - My master! My master!

What master? If you interfere, you'll be beaten. Yes.

He's Mr. Laxmi's son from Mumbai.

So what?

If you come forward, remember.

I'm also a priest, belonging to a great family. Yes.

Beat him!

Where are you going at night?

Talk to me for a while.

Where are you going at night, uncle?

Talk to me for a while.

I swear. She is another Lal Kuwar. For sure.

Mr. Tiwari, why are you staring at me?

I'm telling you, she's another Lal Kuwar.

If you get into trouble, don't complain to me.

I swear, another Lal Kuwar.

Sister-in-law. Sister-in-law.

Uncle! Mother, I'm going out to play.

I swear, sister-in-law. Another Lal Kuwar.

Same features. Same saunter.

I swear. Exactly the same.

You've gone crazy.

Don't you have some work to do?

Day and night you only indulge in quarrels.

Sister-in-law, since the time brother was killed in the German war...

you only lost your husband.

But my life was ruined.

But he died famous. Yes.

Look, does anyone in the village have a gun besides you?

He was so brave.

His fame spread far and wide.

Now forget it. Why did you remind me?

- Tell me. Where's Anand? - He went out to play.

He's also becoming brave.

Of course. A brave man's son will be brave.

Will you serve me something? Tell me.

- Yes. I'll just get it. - Bring it quickly.

Sister-in-law, don't bring it. Don't bring it.

I'll return another day.

I swear. I'm a celibate.

Uncle, you are sweating?

You've come. Come.

I swear. These nephews have made my life hell.

Bhima.

Sir.

Where did the mangoes go?

Sir, there were just a few mangoes.

The village boys ate them.

The village boys ate them?

So why have I hired you?

Ordinary village boys can't eat Lal Haveli's fruits.

Mr. Thakur, why are you getting angry?

It's the effect of Lal Haveli's atmosphere.

This palace's greatest offspring was Lal Kuwar.

Priest, I've told you so many times...

not to use Lal Kuwar's name in my presence.

Mr. Thakur...

No one can subvert God's will.

If it's His will that ordinary people eat Lal Haveli's fruits...

then what can you do?

And what can this priest, Kanhaiyalal Chaturvedi, do?

Why can't I do anything?

My ancestors did it for honor. I will do the same thing.

Sir...

Laxmi Singh has called you.

He's called me? Fine.

Bhima, get the vehicle.

He's lost everything, but not his attitude.

He's still proud.

He says he'll do everything for honor.

In that case, why didn't he stop Lal Kuwar?

Uncle, who was Lal Kuwar?

Yes, uncle. Who was Lal Kuwar?

Yes, uncle. Who was Lal Kuwar?

Have patience. Have patience.

Tell me, uncle. Who was Lal Kuwar?