[menacing music playing]
[clanking]
[ominous vocalisation]
[whooshing]
[vocalisation]
[sword clanking]
[sinister song playing]
O, supreme ruler!
The keeper of justice!
[chuckling]
- [baby wailing] - Spare us!
- [baby wailing]
Our baby!
[wailing continues]
No.
No, Sultan!
The last traitor of Ghor.
To celebrate his victory
over this samaritan of Ghor,
I hereby bestow my younger brother
Mu'izz al-Din Muhammad ibn Sam
with the title of Mohammed Ghori!
[ecstatic cry]
[baby wailing]
My baby!
[wailing continues]
Hmm.
The wound runs deep
when one of your own deceives you, hmm?
By defying the Sultan's sovereignty,
you've caused my brother Sultan Ghiyassuddin immense pain.
And I can't stand
to see my brother in pain.
[wailing continues]
No, Sultan! Spare it, please. It's a baby!
- [ominous vocalisation] - [wailing continues]
Every crime is accounted for.
And every crime has a punishment.
You revel in your barbarity, do you not?
There will come a warrior
who will put an end to it.
They certainly will.
Every time the balance between good and evil in the world is disrupted,
humanity begins to suffer
and unrighteousness rests upon the land,
born of Mother Earth is a valorous warrior
who re-establishes righteousness and fosters her progress.
'This time, the good fortune'
'belonged to Karpura Devi.'
[laboured breathing]
[vocalisation]
[wincing]
Ah!
[lion roaring]
[roaring continues]
[screaming]
[poignant vocalisation]
Ah!
[poignant music playing]
'Goddess Prithvi, please protect us.'
[anklets chiming]
[Sanskrit chant playing]
[chant concludes]
Goddess Prithvi!
[devotional music playing]
Karpura, go ahead.
Ask me the question that is on your mind.
Every mother
is always worried about her child.
His life's purpose is
to redefine the standards of justice and valour.
He's as bright as the sun
and as sharp as a weapon.
He will be the strength of the weak
and rule this sacred land
to eliminate it of oppressors and the unruly.
And you will be known as the mother of that brave king.
[vocalisation]
[gasps]
[wincing]
Your Highness.
Your Highness!
What happened, Karpura? Did you have a bad dream?
[music playing]
It was a boon.
A promise.
It is time, Your Highness.
[indistinct clamouring]
Your Majesty, the ghurids have attacked us!
[indistinct clamouring]
[inspiring vocalisation]
- Long live King Someshwar Chauhan! - Glory to him!
- Long live Queen Karpura Devi! - Glory to her!
- Long live King Someshwar Chauhan! - Glory to him!
- Long live Queen Karpura Devi! - Glory to her!
You were born from the boon of Goddess Prithvi.
May your life always be dedicated to honouring your land
and protecting it.
[sentimental vocalisation]
Prithviraj Chauhan!
Long live Prince Prithviraj Chauhan!
Glory to him!
- Long live King Someshwar Chauhan! - Glory to him!
- Long live Queen Karpura Devi! - Glory to her!
- Long live King Someshwar Chauhan! - Glory to him!
Long live Prince Prithviraj Chauhan!
Glory to him!
'By mid-twelfth century,'
'the Sultan of Ghor, Ghiyassuddin, conquered the areas around Kabul'
'and established the ghurid rule.'
'He harboured a pernicious dream,'
'one to conquer India.'
'He wanted to crush India's affluence, culture and land,'
'and the initiative was led by his younger brother,'
'Mohammed Ghori!'
Someshwar, in a bid to protect his motherland,
was switching battlefields.
In the shadows of his manoeuvrings, protection,
righteousness, valour
and the comfort of his strategies,
grew up I
and the future of Ajmer,
my friend,
my king,
Prithvi.
And I am Chanda,
his poet.
As stubborn as Prithvi was,
he was equally profound.
'11 Years Later'
"Hail Goddess Bhavani..."
[horse neighing]
Prithviraj!
That is Father's horse.
It won't let you ride it.
What if Father sees
that you wore his mail coif without his permission?
If the mail coif belongs to him,
so do I!
Right, Hariraj?
Prince, don't be stubborn.
[determined music playing]
Prithviraj, please stop!
Prince!
- Prince! - Your Highness!
- Prince! - Prithviraj!
- Your Highness! - Prince!
[gripping music playing]
[horse neighing]
[thud]
[laughter]
Did you send an invite to all the states to gather at Ajmer?
Yes, Your Majesty.
Why are you going to Ajmer though?
I got word from the ruler of Ajmer
to come there as soon as the battle ended.
Dadabhai...
He normally doesn't call me.
It must be something important.
Besides, the threat of the ghurids looms large.
Meeting him in that regard is now imperative.
The greatest defeat for those invaders would be
that you overcame their scabbard as well as pride.
After this humiliating defeat,
those ghurid invaders
wouldn't dream of taking on us, Your Majesty.
Commander Sanghram Singh,
we have disheartened them every time in the last eleven years.
However, this time...
We retrieved a map from the ghurids.
It is clear
that their goal isn't plundering,
but ruling our sacred land.
[unsettling music playing]
During the first attack, they were in Ghor.
After eleven years, they got this far in.
Commander Sanghram Singh, this means
that they returned after every defeat
and succeeded
in finding a way forward every time.
After studying these signs, I am certain
that their next target is going to be Ajmer.
In your older brother Vigraharaj's opinion,
Ajmer is safe, Your Majesty.
Not just Ajmer,
every state is capable of its own protection.
Our weakness is
that we lack unity.
We are embroiled in our respective disputes,
and the ghurids are aware of that.
[tense music playing]
[horse neighing]
[laughter]
[laughter continues]
Prithvi, they're laughing!
Show them you can do it!
[determined music playing]
Regardless of the battles
we've won against the ghurids,
it is immaterial.
Gloating over past achievements
will not secure the future.
[music playing]
[determined music playing]
[laughter]
[laughter continues]
[vocalisation]
[laughter]
Now, Father will be convinced that I am courageous like him.
[horse neighing]
[ecstatic laugh]
[neighing continues]
[applause]
With posterity,
progress is certainly possible.
What happened, Thakur Bhuvanikamal?
Your Majesty,
I was referring to your son Prithviraj Chauhan.
He's a really wise and courageous boy.
Just like you.
You're right.
He's a boy
but confuses recklessness with valour.
Give me Father's sword.
No, Prithvi.
If His Highness finds out,
you and all of us will be doomed.
I'm here. Give it to me.
[pensive music playing]
Prithvi is naive and carefree.
He's naive.
He's also carefree.
But he's still
the son of Rana Someshvara Chauhan.
Son of my niece Karpura.
My prince, this is too heavy!
I can't manage it.
[grunts]
[comical music playing]
[horse neighs]
Lineage alone
doesn't prove worthiness, Thakur.
Sometimes, even when worthiness is proven,
it's sacrificed on the altar of ties
Prince, wait!
Prithviraj, wait!
[triumphant song playing]
[horse neighs]
[comical music playing]
[horse neighs]
Thakur Bhuvanikamal,
you are our relative.
But every relationship has its limits.
Please respect that.
A storm is expected today.
I think we have to leave.
Commander.
Your majesty!
[horse neighing]
[horse galloping]
What happened to all these tents?
[dramatic music playing]
Who did all this?
Your Majesty, Prince Prithvi did.
[dramatic music playing]
Where is Prithvi?
Prithvi!
[comical music playing]
It would be better if the storm carried us away
rather than facing the king.
Chand,
my younger brother Hariraja is getting scared.
Recite a poem for him
which will give him courage.
I told you to stop.
Now you'll get everyone killed.
Now you'll be scolded,
but you won't be scolded alone.
Don't worry.
We'll face the trouble together.
What's the point in being scared, Chauhan?
Whatever happens, we'll face it.
Chand, are you giving him courage
or scaring him more?
[adventurous music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
What's that?
A mantra of courage.
Prithvi, where are you going?
Prithviraj, please stop.
Prithviraj!
Father won't scold us, come back.
[dramatic music playing]
Prithvi, there's danger there.
[dramatic music playing]
[camels grunting]
I want to go to my father.
Prithvi!
Where is Prithvi?
Father, he escaped from your army.
Escaped? Where did he go?
There... Into the storm.
[vocalisation]
Into the Storm?
[dramatic music playing]
[camel grunts]
[dramatic music playing]
Prithvi!
'It wasn't just a storm,'
'it was proof.'
'Proof of Prithvi's unwavering faith.'
'A coincidence'
'that would connect Ajmer's future to its hidden enemies'
'and coming dangers.'
Prithvi!
[triumphant music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[dramatic music continues playing]
[whimsical music playing]
What have you done?
I didn't do anything, father.
Whatever happened, it was done by your horse.
But if not like this, then some other way.
I mean, the storm was bound to bring the tents down.
You brought the tents down.
Neither the horse nor the storm.
Then, driven by guilt,
you ran into the storm.
Do you realise
what a dangerous situation you put yourself in?
Anything could have happened, Prithvi.
Running from the consequences of your mistake
is cowardice.
I didn't do anything by mistake, father.
Whatever I did, I did knowingly.
[pensive music playing]
And I didn't run.
I saw something in the storm.
At first, I doubted
- what I saw... - Prithvi!
The fact that you make mistakes deliberately,
the next time something like this happens,
be ready to face the consequences.
[sombre music playing]
It's too late now, let's leave for Ajmer.
[sombre music playing]
Come.
Today, because of you, father is angry with me again.
[sombre music playing]
[solemn music playing]
[solemn music continues playing]
[eagle screeching]
This sword
is a sign of our ancestors.
It's our pride, our honour,
and our respect.
Today, by losing its sheath,
you've stripped the pride of the Ghurids.
You couldn't even protect a sheath.
And here I am,
dreaming of conquering
Hind with your might.
[ominous vocalisation]
[sinister music playing]
This fear of Ghiyasuddin
that's in your eyes now,
that's the only fear
you should have left in the eyes of the infidels.
[sinister music playing]
Forgive me, Sultan.
Surely, we belong to Allah,
and indeed, to him we shall return.
They took the pride of the Ghurids.
Now we'll take their pride from them.
But first,
we must get back our ancestral sheath.
We will bring it, sir.
[menacing music playing]
[gloomy music playing]
[background vocalisation]
Banna,
why did you take off your footwear?
I'll walk barefoot to Ajmer.
Why?
Because I'm not a coward.
[mellow music playing]
Your father does not get angry without a reason, Banna.
He was right.
What if something had happened to you?
[mellow music playing]
Tell me, why did you run into the storm?
Was it because you were afraid of your father's scoldings?
Then?
[pensive music playing]
[solemn music playing]
This loyal one is called Jalaluddin, sir.
But for the infidels, I'll become Jal.
Jal means water
that flows quietly, entering anywhere.
Jaalib, sir.
But this loyal one is called Jaal.
The net that traps prey
and does not spare it.
Keep calm.
God be willing.
Sir,
that sheath will soon
be presented to you with honour.
[menacing music playing]
[sizzle sound]
[background vocalisation]
[menacing music playing]
[uplifting music playing]
[water trickling]
[gasping]
Let me see it.
I'm fine.
Prithvi!
[uplifting music playing]
[water trickling]
[uplifting music playing]
[wincing in pain]
[gloomy music playing]
Medicine, Your Highness.
[uplifting music playing]
My wound has healed now, doctor.
Prithvi has hurt his foot.
Please apply some medicine to him.
[uplifting music playing]
[wincing]
Carefully.
Karpura,
I have a feeling that Prithviraj will lead
Ajmer's journey to its destination.
The blessing of Goddess Prithvi was a dream, uncle.
Neither His Highness
nor am I ready to pay
the price required
to fulfil it.
For me,
the greatest achievement is to uphold
the dignity of our relationships.
But that
should be from both sides, right, Karpura?
Right?
Even today, I haven't forgotten
the grave injustice
done to you
and His Highness.
The throne on which
Rana Someshvara Chauhan's right had been proven,
at the last moment,
Desaladevi, wife of...
- King Vigraharaja... - Enough, uncle.
I have forgotten the past.
Now I only wish to leave for Ajmer with a clear heart.
Without any burden on my soul.
[chuckles]
But Karpura,
do you think your sister-in-law, Desaladevi
will welcome you with the same pure heart?
Her heart is filled with nothing
but poison for you.
[triumphant music playing]
- Blessed be King Someshvara! - Hail!
[Rajasthani folk song]
[menacing music playing]
They have already entered Ajmer, my Queen.
[menacing music playing]
We will have to get ready, right?
[dramatic music playing]
[triumphant music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[goat bleats]
[goat continues bleating]
[rousing music playing]
[goat bleats]
Prithvi, where are you going?
[goat bleats]
Banna!
The Queen Mother must be arriving.
We need to be at the main gate before her.
Mother, please help me.
Poor thing, she's trapped.
- How will I get her out alone? - Prithvi, come on.
She's stuck.
[background vocalisation]
[goat bleats]
[joyous music playing]
[goat bleats]
How can we face the Queen Mother like this?
[joyous music playing]
[triumphant music playing]
Greetings, Desaladevi.
Where is your wife?
She's not left behind anywhere.
She's come to stay here.
For a little while, at least.
Greetings, Queen Desaladevi.
I am Karpura's uncle.
Even if she doesn't come before the Queen Mother arrived,
the Queen Mother will wait for her younger sister-in-law.
[triumphant music playing]
Greetings, Queen Desaladevi.
[menacing music playing]
Greetings, aunt.
[menacing music playing]
Appearing before the Queen Mother in this form
will be an insult to her, right, Karpura?
It seems you have forgotten the rules of the royal household.
There was a goat stuck outside.
Even if we hide a few spots, they don't disappear.
But, aunt, this is the same soil
that warriors use to mark their foreheads.
[triumphant music playing]
A son's character is visible in the cradle.
Our Prince Prithviraj Chauhan said it rightly.
Your very existence is from this soil.
Greetings, mother.
Greetings.
Greetings, grandma.
Greetings.
- Love live, grandmother! - Long live!
[mellow music playing]
'The spies of Ghiyasuddin had begun moving towards Ajmer.'
'Their names were Jal and Jaal.'
'Their task was'
'to spread corpses on the soil of Ajmer'
'with their conspiracies.'
Not only Ajmer,
the entire world was watching my Prithviraj's efforts,
courage
and dedication.
His sweetness and compassion.
They say,
'A father is the ideal for his son.'
'A father's actions and duties'
'shape his son's future.'
But with Prithvi, the entire universe seemed to work together
to forge his innocence into skill,
to burn him through hardships into a hero.
It is wondrous
how nature's training puts warriors
through temptation and then throws them
into the enemy's jaws.
Everyone tries to become like their father,
but only a few succeed.
How successful Prithvi will be,
only time will tell.
Valour is worshipped everywhere,
it brings glory to the nation.