Mistress Begum (बेगम जान)

You have to come whenever I call you. Don't act smart.

Am I acting smart? - Where are we going?

Where are we going, papa?

To visit your uncle. - We can buy really nice clothes there.

That's what everyone says.

You can get more fashionable clothes in Sarojini.

Stop! - Bus!

Hurry up, will you?

Come, dear. We get down at this stop. - Wait, auntie.

Where do you want to go?

Just drive, uncle. - We'll get down wherever we like.

Sit down.

So where are you getting off?

Same place these two will get off.

Or just her!

How dare you touch her!

Leave me. - Please.

Damn you... Let me go! - You...

Don't touch her. Let her go. - What are you doing?

Let go of me. - Move.

I'll kill you. - Damn you.

Sunny! - Shut your trap.

Get her off the bus!

Sunny! - Beat him up.

Priya, run. - Where are you going? Don't let him go.

Priya, run! Run!

Catch her! - No!

Catch her.

Catch her.

Stop! Stop!

Where did she come from?

Get out of the way, old hag! Are you deaf or something?

Are you crazy? Get lost.

Old hag, move!

Are you crazy? - Didn't you hear me?

August 1947.

The last Viceroy of India

Lord Mountbatten issued an order

which endowed the British officer, Sir Cyril Radcliffe

with a vital responsibility that demanded deftness.

Diving India into two parts.

So Sir Radcliffe

who had a little or no idea of India's geography

and who couldn't differentiate between North and South

decided to simply rely on the map of India.

He drew two lines.

One in Bengal and the other in Punjab.

Within four weeks...

Within just four weeks

on the basis of his amateurish knowledge,

divided the country into two parts.

India and Pakistan.

Everything was divided.

Farms, fields, lanes, villages, cities, rivers.

The Jhelum, the Himalayas, Kutch, Thar,

animals, men, women, children, old. Everyone.

Everyone and everything was divided.

Sir Radcliffe's two imaginary lines

divided the heart and soul of 14 million people.

Millions became homeless.

Thousands of innocents died.

And the coming generations

were uprooted by the Radcliff Line.

It's the story of a house

through which ran the partition line

severing its very head,

but failed to divide it.

From the Bundelas and Harbolas

we heard her glorious tales.

One who fought bravely, that was the Queen of Jhansi.

Did you understand anything, Laadli?

After the king's demise,

the Queen did not hide behind her veil and shed tears.

Despite all the deceit and treachery by the men of her court,

the Queen stood her ground.

She did not deter.

Well, she already knew how to ride a horse, wield a sword.

But when things got out of control

she was determined to raise her own army.

With the flag soaring high, and brave-heartedly

she challenged the enemy head on.

She took on her enemies... - Now that's a staunch woman.

Along the way, she created a new history. Lakshmibai.

Who, in order to save her kingdom of Jhansi

made the British for their lives.

With a sword in one hand

and her son tied to her back... - Did Queen Lakshmibai have a son too?

Yes, it wasn't her own blood.

Maybe he was adopted.

Then whose daughter am I?

This wretch has no dearth of questions.

Laali! - I won't tell you any stories.

Go and study... - Laali.

I won't tell you anything. - This girl...

Laadli. - Chatterbox.

Will you take a bath or should I throw you into the well?

Begum Jaan wants to see you, auntie.

Sure. If Begum Jaan's calling me, then I must go.

Go away!

What's wrong, you slut? Are you nuts?

You old pervert!

I've warned you so many times not to touch my breasts!

Don't you get it?

Get lost from here!

If I see you here again,

I'll slice it into little pieces.

Shut up. - Get lost!

Gulabo. - Crazy bitch.

You're making quite a racket early in the morning.

Just get on with it. Begum Jaan wants to see you.

Begum Jaan, she was raped in the past riots.

Some boys dumped her at the camp in a pitiful state.

Her father refused to take her in and left her here.

Father, brother, son, husband.

On the other side of Begum Jaan's threshold,

every man is a motherfucker.

But on this side, every man is a goose.

A goose with three legs.

I am sure, your father must have given you a name.

Fine. I'll give you one then.

Her cheeks are still red like apples.

I guess she's from Kashmir. - Yes.

Well then, your name is Shabnam.

Pet name. Shabbo.

Will you remember?

Auntie, take her in.

Bathe her, clean her, feed her.

Sujeet. - Yes, ma'am.

Get some clothes for her from the market.

Rubina.

Yes. - Come on.

Jamila, Lata.

Three of you should take care of her. - Come, dear.

Teach her.

Salim, if anyone ever comes looking for her

any relative or someone from the police station,

just tell them that Begum Jaan has given her refuge.

Search over.

Okay.

Wait! Come here!

Harder, Rubina.

My child, it's paining a lot, isn't it?

You're in a shock.

They were really cruel, weren't they?

They did a terrible thing.

Even your father disowned you.

Finally, it's all out.

Otherwise, your pain would've never healed.

Life will be easier now.

"I fell so deeply in love with you."

"The old memories were refreshed again."

"What has happened?"

"When did I hold my breath"

"and when did I let go?"

"Every pain was conveyed."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply..."

"The beautiful Awadh evenings reflects in my eyes."

"My lips are red as the morning of Benares."

"The waters of the Jhelum trickle down my hair."

"I've been wandering from one shore to another"

"that I've lost my own abode."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply..."

"Watching you from shadows is painful."

"Don't wish to die in shadows, away from you."

"You sneak up to my doorstep."

"My heart bleeds and my heartbeat full of desolation."

"My heart bleeds and my heartbeat full of desolation."

"I dabbed soothing turmeric on your wounds"

"and opened up my wounds along the way."

"What has happened?"

"I feel deeply in love with you."

"The old memories were refreshed again."

"What has happened?"

"I fell so deeply..."

Sir, we went to Sakkargarh Police Station.

But they said it's outside their jurisdiction.

So they can't do anything.

Please... - What can I do?

It doesn't come under our jurisdiction either.

It's outside the city limits.

The boys are growing up, sir.

It's getting harder to keep them under restraints.

You see, even my daughter is growing up.

Just last month, she completed 10 years. - Yes.

Right. - But I know

the responsibility of a father.

So I keep her away from this filth.

But sir, that's not the real problem.

Those prostitutes! They roam around freely.

It's difficult to even pass through that route now.

They drink, they smoke.

They hurl abuses at anyone. - What did you think?

Prostitutes are religious people.

That's not what I meant, sir.

But you know

they are spreading diseases. - Tell me one thing.

Where were you last Saturday at around 9:30 pm?

Well, I...