Fareedan Bibi?
How are you?
Please say something.
Forget about what happened last night.
Here you go, see what I brought for you.
You bloody bastard, diseased seed of the devil, low-born spawn of a pervert.
You dare to come here and spread salt on my wounds.
Bibi! I swear on my life, if I had the slightest inkling that it was Bibbojaan's
last Mujra, I would have never let things go that far.
At least look at the gift I've brought for you.
You poisonous little snake.
Grovelling little beggar.
I didn't ask for gifts. I asked for patrons!
Bibi! That's what I brought for you.
Happiness is at your doorstep, with its arms wide open.
You should get up and embrace it.
Forgive me I was unable to attend your performance last night.
All of Lahore should be asking my forgiveness
after what happened last night. But now I have no complaints
against anyone.
Finally god has given me what I have been asking for.
And what might that be?
Wali Bin Zaid Al-Mohammad.
When I saw you at the party that night, I immediately lost my heart.
You need to take care of yourself.
Why should I?
I have you to take care of me now.
-Rumour has it there's a Chaudhary Sahab. -Tauba, tauba, tauba, tauba.
Chaudhary Sahab is like a father to me.
I was hoping at least you would understand me.
From today your performances and your nights, belong only to me.
I only have one concern. Since old habits die hard,
you might end up at the Shahi Mahal again.
Bibbojaan has already been given, my final farewell.
Excellent, exactly what I was waiting for. I won this game as well.
Oh come in, Chaudhary Sahab, why don't you play a hand with-
Y-You are going off somewhere without me?
There was a telegram from Banaras. My wife has taken ill,
I have to leave right away.
Ya Allah!
Should I come along with you?
-But how can you go there with me- -What sort of love is this,
if I can't share your sorrow?
Your words have made me feel like the richest man in the world, Fareedan.
I'll take your leave.
Have a safe journey, Chaudhary Sahab.
Did you like this move?
You really are very heartless, Fareedan Bibi.
I can't believe how you managed to have a Telegram sent from Banaras.
If you want I can send a telegram from Kashmir.
Huh.
Keys, to the safe.
Khuda Hafiz, Chaudhary Sahab.
My heart fills with longing…
sitting in my parents' home
Why did you stop? Keep singing.
You have such a beautiful voice.
Forgive me, Huzoor. I didn't realize you were in your room.
Where did you learn to sing so beautifully?
I've not learned. When Alam and Shama practice
their singing, I just listen and try to sing like them.
So now you neglect your work and practice singing?
No, no, Huzoor! This is just a hobby, nothing else.
I heard you singing the other day. I thought it was Alam's voice.
But she really doesn't care about her practice. Isn't it?
Talent and beauty don't come by practice. They come by chance.
By God's grace, you've been blessed with both.
Here take this. It's a gift.
Huzoor, but this is priceless!
Don't worry about it. Some day I will recover a much larger amount from you.
Sorry. I didn't understand.
Stupid girl! You didn't wear your good luck charm today?
I forgot, Phatto Bi.
She may have forgotten, why did you put it on? Now the evil eye has found her.
Who's evil eye, Phatto?
The only one with an evil eye here is that witch!
What happened?
The very thing I feared! This maid servant forgot her place!
And Huzoor reminded her!
What do you mean?
Huzoor has found a buyer for you.
She took an advance of ten thousand rupees from a man called Wajid Ali.
She doesn't like you singing, my dear.
Why, Phatto Bi? Do I sing that badly?
Oh no, my silly girl!
Because you sing so beautifully. Much better than Alam.
Explain to her, Satto.
The only one who can shine here is Alam.
Not a maid servant like Saima.
Puttar…
When a young woman is poor.
Her own beauty becomes her enemy.
Her own talent becomes her enemy
Do one thing, forget about me.
And think of this as our last meeting.
Stop talking such nonsense.
Then take me and run away.
Why should I do that?
I'm the son of a Singh.
Even if I have to take a bullet for you, I'll take it in the chest.
Not in the back.
If huzoor is the godess of wealth.
Then I'll make her an offering of money.
How much is it?
Ten thousand.
Have faith.
If not in me, then maybe in God.
I know he'll be kind to us.
Hmm?
Just putting on Ghungroo's doesn't turn a woman into a courtesan.
You must master the art of enticement and seduction
Like preparing a paan.
Knowing how to lightly touch your patron's hand while placing the paan,
lighting up his hopes and desires at the same time.
Only the wives of patrons laugh so openly.
A tawaaif's laughter is precious like gold.
Always spend it wisely.
Huzoor, may-may I speak with you for one moment?
Now that you're here, why don't you give them the good news?
Saima sings so beautifully, that I've received an advance of ten thousand.
That too from Wajid Ali sahab.
Isn't there any way we can return this money?
Why, my dear? This is Heeramandi. A price is put on everyone. There was one on me.
Soon there'll be one on Alam. And then Shama too.
But I'm- But I'm madly in love with Iqbal.
Silly girl, you fell in love, in that too with a pauper.
Alright. I'll bear this loss for the sake of your happiness. I'll return the money.
Let no one say that the Huzoor of the Shahi Mahal is a heartless woman.
No, Huzoor, why should you bear this loss?
Iqbal has promised me that, he's going to go and earn
this money for my sake. You just need to give him a chance.
Alright. I'll give him a chance.
Tell him to get me the full ten thousand rupees in fifteen days and he can take
you away.
Happy?
Huzoor, such a big amount in just fifteen days-
Yes. So as I was saying earlier, be careful with the amount of quick lime you
put in a paan. If you apply too much, it could end up cutting your tongue.
Understood.
Vaah, vaah, my friend! That is some luck you have!
-Great luck! -Iqbal miya just won another game!
Superb, superb, Iqbal miya!
-Paaji's a very good player. -You are absolutely right.
This is not luck, Oye.
It's someone's prayers.
See you.
Wait a minute, Iqbal Singh! Move, my friend.
Now where do you think you're going - after cleaning everyone out?
At least let me try and win one hand.
Sorry veere.
I'm done for today.
Some other time.
Oye, what are you going to do with all that money?
Get married.
Well I'm off.
Someone special is waiting.
Hey, don't forget to invite us to the wedding!
I won't!
This colour will look beautiful on Alam. Here, Alam, take a look!
Yes, Huzoor!
-This one will look beautiful on you. -Most colours look beautiful on me.
What is it, Phatto?
Ji, actully Iqbal has sent money.
It looks like your Iqbal is Aladdin's genie.
Phatto, see if my safe hasn't been broken into.
No, Huzoor! He didn't steal it. He gambled for it.
Alright. Count how much there is.
Okay.
Two thousand two hundred, Huzoor.
But we had settled on ten thousand rupees.
Right, Alam?
Alamzeb!
Yes
Ten thousand.
And you brought two thousand two hundred.
Then I'll give it back!
When you have the full ten thousand, then bring it.
Am I right, Huzoor?
Mm-hmm!
Yes.
Be it a blessing or a curse, always put money in your purse.
The rest of the money?
He'll pay it, Huzoor. You Just need to give him a little more time.
Shall we see how this beautiful dupatta looks on you?
On me, Huzoor? Such a costly dupatta? I'm so fortunate-
Money that comes to the Shahi Mahal is never returned.
-Huzoor. I was just- -And when I happen to be speaking,
no one else should speak out of turn.
You should keep it. It looks nice on you.
My lady these mangoes come from my very own orchards. In Malihabad.
I got them especially for you.
But unfortunately… these mangoes are no longer mangoes
Mm-hmm?
-Mm-hmm. -Then what are they now?
Jewels
They are special jewels
Really.
You're my Ammi's patron and yet, the mangoes become special
after touching my lips!
What are your intentions?
Whatever they are… they are certainly not noble.
Khalajaan!
Khalajaan?
Khalajaan, what are you doing? Khalajaan, let go!
-No, Bibbo! -Let go!
Khalajaan?
What--
I've lived with pain, I've lived with scars,
I would've lived with betrayal too. If the traitor hadn't been my daughter.
Looks like I have missed a good performance.
What happened?
Until yesterday, my daughter was stealing make-up from me.
Now she's stealing my patron, Aapa.
Is this true?
Shama!
Yes.
You have to decide today, Aapa. Who does the Shahi Mahal want? Shama?
Or Waheeda?
Firoze.
What the Shahi Mahal wants is wealthy patrons. No matter who brings them.
From today, Firoze will be Shama's patron.
I will kill myself, Aapa!
If you have to kill yourself, then cut this vein.
Otherwise, like your face, you'll end up with an ugly scar on your neck.
Nawaz Bhai!
-Nawaz Bhai, Salaam. -Salaam.
-Are they here? -Yes. They are waiting for you. Come.
Okay.
You're very late today, Bibbojaan.
-Forgive me, Hamid Sahab- -Sit down.
I have something important to talk about.
You're all aware that Satbir was in police custody.
I've been told that, Cartwright torched him mercilessly.
He gave up his life without uttering a word.
He achieved martyrdom today.
May Allah grant him jannat.
-Ameen. -Ameen.
Ameen.
In Delhi, the Quit India movement is getting stronger.
That same fire should burn brighter in Lahore!
For crores of Indians "Do or die" is the ultimate destiny!
Remember, We shall not let a single comrade
fall into the hands of the British!
Balraj,
take all our weapons from the printing press and make sure to hide them
somewhere safe for the time being.
Okay.
The police could be keeping watch on it.
Then where will we have our meetings?
We'll have them at different locations for a few days.
That's all for today.
This is from my last mujra. It's not much, but it'll useful.
I got the news. Much too early for your last mujra.
I can see the sadness in your eyes, Bibbojaan.
I do feel sad, Hamid Sahab. But only about one thing.
I will no longer be able to give you the earnings from my mujras.
And because I won't be meeting Wali Sahab anymore,
I won't be able to pass on news about the British.
But I'm happy too, because now Bibbojaan has only one goal.
Freedom for this country.
Long live the revolution.
Inqalab Zindabad!
Did you find me that book?
-Yes, Bibi ji. -Buy your fruits here!
-Buy fresh fruits! -This is the same book you asked for.
-How much is it? -It's for two anna's.
Hamid sir, greetings.
This is Tajdar Baloch. An old friend.
He wants to be a part of
our movement as well.
Aadab!
You're Nawab Baloch's son.
Wh-What are you doing?
I'm putting some of my Indian ink on your fancy British-made suit.
Although it's already stained with blood.
The blood of our Indian workers and craftsmen.
It is stain with the blood of our people.
Freedom is not a hobby, Nawab Sahab. It's war.
A hobby just takes up your time. But war can take away your life.
Yes, but you also need young blood to fight a war.
You'll shed your blood?
Even your sweat is more expensive than the blood of our people!
Go home, Nawab Sahab.
We don't need a rich brat who just returned from abroad!
But Nehru and Gandhi lived abroad as well.
We're different from them.
They're ready to die. We're ready to kill.
I won't hesitate to give up my life, not to take one.
Just give me a chance.
The battle for one's land is fought on it's soil.
First, become one with the sons of our soil.
You need to fuel the fire of freedom that burns in their hearts.
Can you do that?
-Excuse me, here. -Go away, don't waste my time!
Boycott foreign goods, buy Indian.
Ji
Boycott foreign goods, buy Indian.
Uh… Boycott foreign goods, buy Indian. Ji, ji.
-What's this? -Boycott foreign goods, buy Indian.
First read it carefully.
Boycott foreign goods, buy Indian.
Salam.
Boycott foreign goods, buy Indian.
You!
Yes, me.
Have your prayer's been answered?
You asked for me at the Dargah and here I am.
-So you knew I had gone-- -Well, you do drop your
handkerchief everywhere.
You're quite an interesting sort of man.
Sometimes you're an attendant, sometimes a nawab and sometimes a rebel?
But for you, I'm just a romantic.
Aren't you gonna say something?
Well…
Till then maybe give me your hand, for this noble cause?
Fareedan aapa? Aapa…
Alamjaan, I'm over here!
You've come again?
If your Ammijaan finds out you're here, she's going to-
What else could I do? Everything you said came true, Aapa!
Our paths finally crossed today.
I knew it would happen. Now tell me, what is it you both spoke about?
I had so much to say, but it just stayed in my heart.
When I'm with him, I'm completely lost for words.
I forget what I want to say.
But next time, I swear! I'm going to tell him everything that I'm feeling.
Please tell me, Aapa, when will I see him again?
They are visions. I only get them sometimes.
I won't be able to tell you now.
Why don't you do one thing, Whatever's in your heart,
put it all down in a letter and hand over that letter to me.
But Aapa, you won't read my letter, will you?
What new things could your letter tell me,
that are not already written in your eyes?
I will deliver your letter to Nawab Sahab. Myself.
Really?
Hmm.
Now go home. Otherwise Khalajaan will have my head along with yours.
Salaam.
What was Alamzeb doing here?
She's a child. She felt like meeting her Aapa, so she came here.
Why does this bother you so much?
By all means pull the trigger, but not by putting the gun on Alamzeb's shoulder.
So much anger!
This means that even though Huzoor may have etched my name into his heart.
He hasn't yet erased Bibbo's.
Very unfaithful of you.
Fareedan, if you want me to continue
being your patron, then don't use Alamzeb as a pawn in
your quest to destroy Mallikajaan.
Where were you?
At the Dargah.
After that?
Khwabgah.
Why?
Uff oh, so many questions, "where did you go?" "Why did you go?
" Should I also count and tell you how many breaths I took today?
Why did you go to meet Fareedan, Alam?
Because she is the only one, who can make Tajdar and me meet.
Who's Tajdar?
The one I've fallen in love with.
Allah!
You look like sugar but your are spicy like pepper!
Alam is in love and not a soul in Shahi Mahal has heard about it!
Is this the same Tajdar, Baloch?
If Ammi finds out-
Then she might get us married to each other!
You do know that Fareedan wants to destroy all of us, don't you?
And still you keep going to her.
Ammi is going to really murder us.
Don't worry about that, aapa. Once Fareedan aapa delivers my letter to him
Bibbo Aapa, don't tear my letter!
I'm not tearing it, I'll make sure it reaches your Tajdar.
How will you meet?
Oh ho! You ask too many questions, Alam!
By the way, you have excellent taste.
I saw you two together at Wali Sahab's gala.
Still looking for the file of Rehana's murder?
I'm duty-bound to find the truth, sir.
In Fareedan's bed?
Don't be a pawn in the courtesan's game.
Sir, these tawaif's are very powerful.
And they have the nawab's under their thumbs.
No. We have the nawabs under our thumb.
It's wives are irrelevant.
Now. Intelligence has identified sympathizers of the rebels.
Have your men do the rounds and I want to see files on each of them.
Okay pack these.
Ji, ji.
Ye leejiye.
Yes, yes, I've got everything.
-Salam, Bibbojaan, how are you? -I'm alright. Convey my
-regards to Khalajaan. -Yes, of course.
Nawaz Bhai, Salam.
-Salaam, Bibbojaan. -Could you do something for me?
Yes, tell me.
I want you to deliver this letter to Baloch Sahab's mansion?
Yes, of course! But why do you look so distraught?
I thought someone was following me.
-What are you saying, let me- -No, no, let it be!
Alamzeb has written this letter for Tajdar,
so please deliver it only to him. Will you make sure it reaches him today?
Yes, but why do we need to go to his home to give it to him?
What d'you mean?
I mean, Tajdar Sahab comes to the book shop all the time.
In the hope of meeting Alamzeb again. This is where they met for the first time.
Anyway, It's my sister's letter, so please make sure it reaches him safely.
Sure, Bibi.
-I'll take your leave -Bibi! Not this way, use the
backdoor. I think that'll be safer
Khuda Hafiz.
Khuda Hafiz, Bibbojaan.
My friend, what's in the letter that got you all flushed and glowing.
Why should I tell you?
By the way, who did you get this letter from?
Why should I tell you?
Did she wrap her heart in that paper and send it?
It's a confession of love.
If you wish to send a reply, let me know.
And who will you give that reply to?
Why should I tell you?
Just disappeared, and I don't understand how!
I understand your frustration, but a file's gone missing so the case is closed?
You're going to give in to Mallikajaan?
What should I do then? Hmm?
That file was the only proof
Forget about the proof. I have something far better against her,
a witness.
Who?
You!
This is my dear aunt, Waheeda.
And, you are a witness?
Khalajaan, tell him!
The rebels threw a bomb at the Lahore government offices today.
Two people were injured in the explosion.
This is the second such incident this month.
What will they achieve with all this bloodshed?
The nawabs will be better off siding with the British.
We also found that…
This revolution is a fire that could burn our hands if we fight it,
or our homes if we don't.
You're so right, Abbu.
So you're agreeing with me today? Aren't you going to argue with me?
About freedom… about slavery?
Are you sure, you're feeling well?
Yes. I'm very well.
Ah, over here.
Thank God you've staying away from all this,
Taj and I'm glad you're paying attention to the business.
That's how an ideal son should be.
Which reminds me.
We're hosting a party at our hotel for Cartwright Sahab's senior, Mr. Henderson.
We need to show solidarity with the British.
Should we ask Mallikajaan to, perform that night?
No, Ammijaan.
I don't know why but Cartwright Sahab is very upset with Mallikajaan.
While the courtesans may survive offending the British, the nawabs won't.
If not music, then poetry?
Definetly not.
Even poets have become revolutionaries now.
While whatever you decide, let me know. I'll take care of everything.
Excellent.
Boycott imports, buy Indian.
Do you care to explain this?
Long live the revolution.
I was so disappointed,
when you sat there silently like a statue in front of Cartwright.
Had you left your tongue at home?
You paid me, just to show up in front of Cartwright.
The price for taking my tongue along with me, is a little higher.
What do you want? Tell me.
Khwabgah.
Tajdar has done his part, Hamid Sahab.
On the night of Henderson's birthday celebration at the Baloch Hotel,
we'll be holding our poetry recital in the ballroom next door.
Well, well! Not too bad!
The boy is not just a rich brat,
he's quite the braveheart!
Since Henderson is going to be in the next room,
this could be our chance to end his story once and for all.
He's absolutely right!
A tree doesn't fall when you cut off it's leaves. You have to cut off it's roots.
What d'you mean?
I mean, if we kill one white man, another white man will take his place.
For now we have to somehow get close to Henderson.
It's the only way to get news about their activities.
-But you don't understand-- -Hamid Sahab is absolutely right.
Before this, Bibbojaan used to bring us some
information from Wali Sahab. But, but now we don't even have that.
So what if we don't have Wali Sahab. You still have me.
You arrange the poetry recital and I will arrange the meeting.
I heard about the attack on the British soldiers.
These rebels are gearing up for a fight.
No, no, no, Mr. Baloch.
British Raj is far too powerful for these little rebels.
We're capable of crushing,
any rebellion that threatens the crown. Like that!
Absolutely, I agree.
We'll always be loyal to the Crown.
Yes!
And it's nawabs like yourself that are rich example to this country.
I mean, we don't want the natives to perish, but-
we just want to co-exist.
Excuse me, Sir.
-Of course. -Can you not talk work at the party?
Tajdar Sahab is creating a scene. He will only listen to you.
-Could you please. -Is everything all right?
Oh yes, Mr. Henderson.
Running a hotel of this size is quite a task.
Will you please excuse me for a while? I'll be right back.
Of course.
Thank you.
Attend to them.
Could I get you something, sir?
No. We're fine, thank you.
Mr. Baloch seems to be a really nice man.
Of course you would think that, darling.
But he smiles so much, I bet his jaw hurts.
We will stand and face the enemy's guns, we have been free,
we will always live free.
We have been free, we will always be free.
We will stand and face the enemy's guns.
We have been free, we will always be free.
We are the crusaders of freedom,
we will etch the name of our nation in the skies with blood.
We have been free we will always be free.
If your blood isn't on fire yet, then it's water, not blood in your veins!
Those who will not join the fight, will always remain in chains!
What is all this, Taj?
-It's poetry, Abbu. -Shut it down. Immediately!
We have been free, we will always be free.
I'm sorry. They are all my guest.
We have been free, we will always be free.
Our other ballroom is full of British guests. -We will stand and face the
-enemy's guns. -You're afraid of them?
We have been free, we will always be free.
Of course… I'm afraid.
We have been free, we will always be free.
Can I make a request, Abbu?
Try saying this slogan just once. Who knows,
the shackles of your slavery might break.
This rebellion will prove to be very expensive for the Baloch family, Taj.
Please, stop this.
We have been free, we will always be free.
We have always been free, we will always be free.
We have been free, we will always be free.
Excuse me?
Ya Allah! I'm so sorry.
Are you alright, miss?
Yes. I almost fainted when you spoke.
I think you've come to the wrong place.
This is the men's room.
Well, thank goodness.
Such a splendid sight would be hard to come by in the ladies' room.
You seem like a very interesting woman.
Have I seen you somewhere?
Bibbojaan.
Ohh!
Bibbojaan, of Heeramandi, right?
Samuel Henderson… Inspector General, Imperial Police.
It's such a pleasure to look at. What I meant to say was,
such a pleasure to make your acquintance.
By the way,
how does such a senior officer know so much about a worthless creature like me?
I have my eyes on all of Lahore.
And all of Lahore has it's eyes on me.
May I say something? The button on your trousers is undone.
Will you button them or?
-It's yours. -Oh-ho! So this is where you've
-been hiding, all this time huh? -Bravo, Iqbal Singha!
Oh! What's wrong?
-Come here. -What's the matter, Sahab?
Oye, keep quiet, all of you!
Iqbal Singh, you are hereby under arrest for gambling.
Everyone is gambling here, so wh-why are you only--!
-Ratiram, handcuff him! Get up -Yes, sir!
Eh! Oye, what did you do?
Ey, stop, stop!
Don't do that, let him go!
-Sahab! -Hey you, stop him! Go!
Oye, oye, catch him!
Hey, wait! Listen, stop!
He is getting away!
Ey, stop!!
Ey, catch him!
Oye, stop! Stop!
Hey, wait!
Look, there he is!
Abbe, stop!
Saima, Saima!
Open the door quickly, Saima!
Saima, look! I brought the rest of the money! Look!
-Hey, hey! Catch him! Go on, take him! -Hey! Hey, hey! Let me go!
-Oye, let me go! -Come on! Move!
Balli!
Eyy!
Where are you running? Come on!
Leave me! Let me speak with her.
-Where are you taking him? Balli! -Saima! Saima! Don't worry about me!
Ey, take this! Take this money give it to Huzoor!
I'll be back soon!
-Oye! Wait for me. -Balli? Balli, what happened,
-Puttar? What- What is all this? What is- -Saima! Don't be afraid!
I'm innocent. No, no, no, Saima, no! Don't touch that money!
-It's stolen money! Don't touch it! Saima. -No, no, don't, don't! Come inside! Just
-come inside quickly! Come on, careful! -Come on! Balli!
Hurry up puttar, Go inside Hurry up! Satto.
Oye, Saima!
Balli!
Love is a curse. I've said it so many times.
But no one ever listens to me
See how it has sent a good man, like Iqbal down the wrong path? Hmm.
Anyway, Iqbal is one of our own.
I'll do everything I can to get him released.
But freedom comes, at a very high price.
I'm willing to pay any price to make sure Iqbal get's his freedom.
Your initiation ceremony.
I tried to explain it to you as kindly as I could,
but now I have no choice but to stoop to blackmail.
The next morning after your initiation, Iqbal will be set free.
And Saima?
Aren't you asking for too much?
The price is high aswell.
Alright.
I'm not going to send Saima away. Okay?
I accept, Huzoor.
What?
My initiation ceremony
Did he speak?
No, Sir. He's far too loyal to Mallikajaan.
Then break his trust.
Do you know why you are here?
Yes. There was raid on the den, I was gambling in.
Such a small little den, but it was still raided. Do you know why?
Because, your precious Mallikajaan asked for it.
She asked nawab Zulifikar to speak to Henderson, about arresting you tonight.
Would you like to get your revenge against Mallikajaan?
Look, all you have to do is testify,
that Mallikajaan is conspiring against the British government.
I owe her everything, Sahab.
I will never be able to betray Huzoor.
If you want you can hang me for that!
Wah…Mashallah!
Alamzeb?
Come here and look at what I've brought for you!
What are you doing there, Alam?
Getting ready, Aapa.
Why are you wearing those Ghungroo's?
I need to get used to them.
Don't I look like a real tawaif?
You gave up the fight so soon, Alam?
-You didn't even want to be a tawaif-- -Anything for Saima.
So what do you think? That your sacrifice will actually
alter Saima's fate?
Stop this nonsense and take off this Ghungroo's
No, Aapa! I've already given my word to Huzoor
And what about this?
It's a letter for you from Tajdar.
You should read it.
He wants to meet on the day of the new moon. At the tomb of Anarkali.
You'll go, won't you?
One last time.
It doesn't matter if batons or bullets fly at the rally.
The power of our rebellion must be heard in london.
Is everyone ready?
Yes!
Long live!
The revolution!
Everyone must've already reached. We should leave too.
Hmm.
Come, let's go.
What happened?
I was supposed to meet her today. At the tomb of Anarkali.
How can I go to the rally?
I see. Explains why you kept glancing at your watch.
I'm the one who asked her to come there and if I don't go, she'll be upset.
Then make it up to her.
One person might forgive you, but 35 crore people might not.
Hmm?
Boycott foreign goods!
Long live!
The revolution!
Long live!
The revolution!
Long live!
The revolution!
Inqalab!
Boycott foreign goods!
Inquilab!
-Inquilab! -Inquilab!
-Inqalab! -Inquilab!
Puttar, I saved these for years.
I thought one day I would go, far away from here.
I managed to save this jewellery, but I couldn't find the courage.
We want you to do what we never could.
Take this and run away from here!
Don't stay trapped in this hell. Please.
Please. Oye! If you go I'll slit my wrist! I swear to God!
I could slit my wrists too, Phatto Bi but Alam's friendship stops me from doing it.
Alam is willing to sacrifice herself to save my love.
Now it's my turn.
I'll do anything to stop Alam's initiation from taking place. Anything.
Wajid…
Ali.
You were supposed to use Alamzeb to get your revenge against Mallikajaan.
Now the Shahi Mahal is holding Alam's initiation
ceremony… and you're sitting here… writing a… love letter?
This false letter declaring true love was not written by me.
Then?
It was written by Tajdar for Alamzeb.
This is the final arrow in my quiver. It has to hit the mark.
Absolutely.
A wife is reality, a mistress a mere wish but a tawaaif, is an unattainable dream.
It was my desire to see you as every man's dream.
But your resistance turned it into my obsession.
Anyway.
Congratulations.
Fareedan Bi has called you right now.
Right now?
Sorry, I can't come right now.
Do you recognize this?
This? How did you get this? This is, Tajdar's.
And it has a letter in it.
Don't worry Fareedan Bi will tell you everything about it.
Tasleem, Huzoor!
Presenting, Iftekhar Hussain and his father, Jalal Hussain Sahab from Delhi!
Presenting, Nissar Parvez Sahab, from Lucknow.
They are all eagerly waiting. Should we bring Alam Bibi out now?
Hurry up and pack everything you need, Alam. And come with me right away.
Go with her, Alam.
Saima?
Come back quickly!
What…What happened to you?
And where have you been all evening?
Evening? There was no evening for me today. There was only night.
What happened, Saima? Please tell me.
This is not the time to ask questions, Alam. If you don't leave right now,
you never will.
If I run away Huzoor will destroy you!
Not anymore.
I'm not scared anymore.
Not of my fate. Nor Huzoor.
Saima
You take care of yourself, Alam. My God will take care of me.
Hurry, Alam! Everyone's waiting for you in the…
Ya Allah!
Oh…Alam my dear, where have you been?
Tajdar has been waiting for hours!
Am I doing the right thing, Fareedan Aapa?
Love is far above the question of right and wrong, my dear girl.
Neither should you fear your fate anymore nor Mallikajaan.
Love is showing you a path. Say your lover's name and be on your way.
You'll come with me, won't you?
I would have love to come with you.
But I'm expecting a very special guest at Khwabgah tonight.
A courtesan can spend her whole life pining for such a letter.
You are one of the lucky ones, you must go to him.
Go to him, Alam. True love awaits you.
Do you want some?
Have a sip. It might just give you the courage to rebel.
Amijaan, Alamzeb… Alamzeb is not in her room.
I regret to say Ustad Ji, there will be no more trial today.
Unfortunately, my Alamzeb has suddenly fallen ill.
Put the lights out.
May god be with you