Our kingdom
is ruled by King Rama.
King Rama rules us.
Ayodhya's flag
flies high in the sky.
Back when King Rama
made an announcement from his throne,
it was my duty
to respect and honour it.
However, I didn't want
to accept his decision.
And then...
[adventurous music playing]
My daughter, Sita,
wrote me this letter.
She wrote it while leaving Ayodhya.
She had requested me
not to search for her.
She also wrote that she was the one who made this decision.
And that I shouldn't go against
my King Rama and the vision of a just kingdom.
Even though I felt guilty,
I was proud of my daughter, Sita.
She made this decision for the betterment of society.
By refusing my help,
she compelled every man in our society
to let go
of negative thoughts about women.
I acknowledge
my mistake.
I failed to find my daughter
even though I was her father.
I couldn't ease her suffering.
This is why
I'm a culprit for both of you.
Please forgive me.
Forgive me, please.
I apologise!
No, Your Majesty.
Please don't apologise.
You're a senior.
But still, I couldn't act like one.
If I had tried to search for my daughter,
I would have found out
that I have two more grandsons.
If our words
hurt you,
please forgive us.
We have been taught the importance of relationships since childhood.
We realise the importance of relationships in difficult times.
Loved ones must support us
during tough times.
However, our mother was all alone.
This is why we were sad.
Grandfather, please wipe your tears away.
[mellow music playing]
"Grandfather!"
Please say that again.
Grandfather, please wipe your tears away.
When I meet my daughter, Sita,
I'll apologise
to her not as a king
but as a father.
[joyful music playing]
[explosion]
'Where are Rama's and Sita's sons?'
'Where are Ayodhya's Luv and Kush?'
[adventurous music playing]
[bell clanging]
[theme song playing]
[theme song concludes]
[snickering]
He calls himself Shri Rama's shadow.
Shri Rama's!
But he failed to answer the question of one of his subjects.
Strange!
The preparations for a grand celebration in Ayodhya
are just a pretence.
What kind of pretence?
They are trying to deceive innocent people like us.
They are trying to break our trust.
All of us are really stupid.
Please tell me something.
How did it all start?
How did it begin?
Those boys, Luv and Kush, came here,
sang a few couplets, shlokas,
'and songs from the Ramayan, and enamoured everyone.'
And then,
Luv and Kush,
the self-proclaimed devotees of Rama,
captured the Ashvamedha Yajna horse.
They rendered everyone unconscious with their arrows.
They even fought against Shri Rama.
Just imagine.
Shri Rama couldn't be defeated by Ravana
but was helpless before Luv and Kush.
Then, Shri Rama invited his enemies
to the yajna.
'You want to see Queen Sita, right? Let's go towards the yajna area.'
That's right.
When the subjects of Ayodhya
turned against Luv and Kush,
Hanuman himself
rescued them.
And then, Hanuman,
Shri Rama, Luv, and Kush
hatched a plot.
Luv and Kush incited
the women of Ayodhya to revolt
as part of the conspiracy.
Shri Rama summoned the wives
of ministers and courtiers in court.
He even justified
the insolence of Luv and Kush.
Luv and Kush
played with the emotions of the subjects
and staged the story of Sita,
instead of the Ramayan.
[clearing throat]
They fooled us into believing
that both of them were Devi Sita's sons.
We were made emotional fools.
We became emotional,
and started requesting him to bring Sita to Ayodhya.
Unknowingly, we made our pious land impious.
They staged this drama
to bring
Devi Sita back to Ayodhya.
We must inform
other men about this as well.
We must question Shri Rama together.
But how?
Nobody is allowing us to go near Shri Rama.
Leave it to me.
Ayodhya
will question Siyaram again
at the right time
and in the right place.
"Death is looming large over you."
'- Run! Run! - Rakshasas are here. Run!'
'- Please save us! Protect us! - Run! Rakshasas are here!'
Ayodhya's Luv and Kush, come forward!
Their death is imminent today.
I seek vengeance,
and I must kill them to complete it.
Luv and Kush, please hide in the room.
We'll kill this wicked man.
Commander!
[dramatic music playing]
No, Grandfather.
According to the rule of Raghukul,
only the person who has been challenged
may counterattack.
He is challenging us.
So, we'll confront him.
No.
My Sita was distanced from me,
but I won't let her sons be taken away too. No.
[explosion]
All of you, please come into the room with me. Come on!
No, Grandmother.
Please don't forget
that we are
the sons of Siya and Rama of Raghukul.
We can't be harmed.
We, Raghuvanshis, promise you
that we'll come back safe.
We'll return after killing that asura!
[dramatic music playing]
[explosion]
Luv and Kush, where are you hiding? Come out!
I, Pingalaksha, challenge you!
[thunder rumbling]
[inspirational song playing]
We, Luv and Kush, stand before you now.
You may attack us.
Why are you targeting innocent subjects?
Get ready to die.
[chortling]
You are quite audacious.
The vengeance I've been seeking for years will be completed today.
You'll soon find out.
Attack!
- Hail Siyaram! - Hail Siyaram!
The fire within me will be extinguished
only after you die and I drink your blood.
[arrows swishing]
Pingalaksha, how could you sacrifice
your own people for your so-called revenge?
Why are you committing this sin?
Why are you after us?
Pingalaksha, before this fire engulfs you,
surrender to Lord Shri Rama!
Enough!
Attack them from all directions! Move forward!
[screaming]
[arrows swishing]
Please come out. Let's go to this side.
Soldiers, please hurry up!
It's difficult to hunt two deer at once,
so it's better to separate them.
Please hurry up. Is everyone safe?
Please go soon!
[dramatic music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[arrow piercing through]
[Sanskrit mantra chanting]
[epic music plays]
Attack!
Beware, asura!
[arrows swishing]
Jalastra!
[grunting]
[explosion]
- Jalastra! - Jalastra!
[arrows piercing through]
They dared to challenge Luv and Kush, the sons of Siya and Rama.
Now you've been defeated.
[shrieking]
Get going!
[suspenseful music playing]
- Hail Siyaram's sons, Luv and Kush! - All hail!
Who was he?
Why did he want to kill us?
And he did so when our mother returned to Ayodhya.
[dramatic music playing]
[explosion]
[chortling]
My servant couldn't kill you,
but I, Shurpanakha, will surely kill you.
[thunder cracking]
[chortling]