Chandramukhi (2022) Movie Script

1
I wanted to tell you...
the fuse has been lit.
Now we just have to
wait for the fireworks.
You don't need fireworks
to move a boulder.
You need a cannon.
Is that so?
Do you need something, Dada?
There they go,
buttering up the MP.
If you put a bowl of salted
cashew next to a bowl of peanuts,
then people will always
reach for the cashew.
Just watch.
Watch how I turn this salted
cashew into a dried up peanut.
Is that so?
I promise.
-Take care of yourselves.
-Yes.
-Come.
-Namaste.
Namaste, brother-in-law.
Have a seat!
Namaste Mr. Sawant.
Namaste.
-But he...
-Let him sit there.
Sorry Dada Saheb.
I arrived a bit late.
I spoke to the Prime Minister.
I called the Prime Minister as soon
as I heard about Mr. Tripathi.
You will be appointed the next
Industry Minister for our country.
Once we finish mourning him.
We can start
celebrating your victory.
There is only one person
who can get in the
way of this happening.
Who?
You, yourself.
The respected Industry Minister,
Shri. Jamnalal Tripathi
and the great void
created by his sudden death
is impossible to fill.
According to a tearful
statement given by
Home Minister Harikant Das Singh.
In the meantime,
the Prime Minister called an
emergency meeting in Delhi,
his ministers were summoned
to an emergency meeting
to decide who the next
Industry Minister will be.
After Industry Minister
Jamnalal Tripathi's death
our neighbouring countries...
Krishna Ramay from Karnataka and
Patnaik from Orissa.
These were the two
horses in the running.
I told the Prime Minister
that a Royal Elephant would
be much better suited to this job.
But Dada Saheb.
Look at how our allies
and our opposition in
the Maharashtra government
both oppose you.
Like it is a part of
their family traditions.
If a naked person
starts accusing others
than nobody listens
to their words.
Son, son-in-law and a nephew.
These are the three people who
always inherit positions of power.
That's true Dada Saheb!
You have two son-in-laws Dada.
Please don't forget that.
My older son-in-law
is a lot friendlier with the
Chief Minister than he is with me.
He even chose to sit next to
Mr. Sawant this morning.
And keep this in mind.
He got a lot more
than he deserved.
He is currently serving
his second term as MLA.
It is time to give up that post.
Maybe you should
tell my sister Mira that.
Forget it.
I can't discuss this.
Are you leaving Dada?
Won't you stay for dinner?
Take care of yourself, my child.
-Sule, please drop him.
-No Sule, I will be fine.
-I will come with you.
-No, thank you.
Dolly!
Careful.
Dolly?
Listen...
Dada said that
once the mourning period is over,
I will be declared minister.
But I had an idea.
How about we visit
Haridwar until then?
You, me and Dada?
We can even invite Dushyant
from his boarding school.
You were the one who
suggested it earlier, remember?
-Okay.
-Dolly?
Your husband will soon be the
Industry Minister
for the whole nation.
I am aware of that.
Your face doesn't...
show how happy you are.
You expect a lot from me.
Don't you?
"Salutations to the one
who is a friend to all"
"Salutations to the one
who always shines bright"
"Salutations to the one
who started it all"
"Salutations to He
who brightly illuminates the earth"
"Salutations to He"
"Who illuminates the
external and the internal world"
"Give me peace"
"Peace, peace, peace"
Dada Saheb!
It's true what people say.
Taking a dip in the Ganges
makes you feel pure.
It feels like you have
been absolved of your sins.
THE NEXT INDUSTRY MINISTER OF
INDIA IS TOO BUSY WITH HIS VICES
-'Few months before...'
I am telling you
once and for all Nana,
I am not interested
in these things.
The thing is brother-in-law,
everyone needs some
entertainment in their lives.
God damn it!
-Hey you.
-Yes.
Get them out of the way.
Yes, sir.
What's this?
Hey mister, please move your sheep.
I have an MP and an
MLA sitting in the car.
Did you write this poem?
-No.
-I see.
I was wondering when
you started rhyming.
Come on you moron, let's go.
Yes, sir.
No, but brother-in-law...
What does it say?
"Waiting at the entrance..."
What was it?
It's nothing Nana.
Fine, let's forget about that.
-Hey, Batasha!
-Yes sir.
Tell Daulat Rao that joke.
-Which one?
-The one where the male
and the female monkey get together.
-Once upon a time a monkey...
-Daulat Rao.
You need to listen to
this guy deliver his joke.
-Once upon a...
-We could have gone straight home
-after the ceremony. Why are we--
-Just wait.
Are you planning on returning
home to play Ringa Ringa Roses
with my sister-in-law?
-Ringa Ringa Roses?
-
Here is the thing.
Once my car is on
the road to Mumbai,
it can only pass through
the Sarang Phata route.
-Am I right, Batasha?
-Yes, of course!
Without loosening your belt
you can't hope to be
a formidable politician.
Who is this waste of space?
-Hey Batasha! Introduce yourself.
-Yes.
Yes, sir.
My name is Batasha.
You can find me with Nana saheb.
If my words offended you
then please forgive me sir.
Stop your pointless buzzing
you disgusting fly.
-You waste of space!
-Nana, today is the Sankashti.
Yeah, so?
When did you start
fasting on the Sankashti?
Not me Nana! Dolly!
I promised her that I--
Brother-in-law.
Today you will see the moon
and you will forget
all about fasting.
Am I right Batasha?
Waste of space!
It's time for Nana
to arrive Shewanti.
Let's go.
Where?
Chandra!
Hey Chandra!
Come, hurry up and get ready.
There's some
special guests outside.
But aunty,
I told you, didn't I?
I am fasting for the
Sankashti today.
Yes, you told me my child.
But just because God
is spitting on your hand
that doesn't make
you a divine entity.
Come on, hurry up and get ready.
Yes!
Here we are at heaven's doorstep,
come let's go!
Hey Sundre! Hey Parbe!
Let's go brother-in-law.
Go ahead Nana. I will stay here.
What?
Have you lost your mind?
I am trying to turn
you into a prince.
But you insist on
playing the pauper?
I can't see Anshi anywhere.
Anshi broke her leg.
She fell when she
was in the bathroom.
Look at that!
Until yesterday More from Pune
was falling for her,
and today she fell in the bathroom!
How is it going, Shewanti madam?
Oh my! That is an expensive
perfume you are wearing tonight.
Shut up you beggar!
No one will find out.
Come in.
There is no point in casting
pearls before the swine.
Is that so?
Just because a tiger is visiting
you are calling me a swine?
But hey Shewanti.
Mark my words.
The swine has a bigger
organ than the tiger.
Ears! I am talking
about their ears!
What did you think?
Naughty girl!
-Come here my love!
-Nana!
I booked a special room in
the Anarkali hotel Nana Saheb.
-Is that so?
-Yes.
-Anarkali?
-Yes.
-You have booked...
-That's right.
a special room...
Come. Let's go there.
Forget it.
Let me go.
Let go? Right here?
Oh Mr. MLA...
-Let's go already.
-Wait a minute.
You're in a real hurry,
aren't you?
I have the MP with me.
The MP?
Really?
Let me help him out first.
-Where is he?
-Brother-in-law.
You're still sitting in the car?
What do I do about this guy?
Brother-in-law, look
at where we are.
Come on girls! Go inside! Move it.
Running away from their posts...
I will pluck Shewanti's flower,
and you get a glimpse of the moon.
-Come, let's go.
-Let me go!
Lalan!
Where are you?
Lalan is always with
you Nana Saheb.
Where could she go?
Lalan.
Look who I brought with me.
Exactly!
How can I look at him?
His face is covered.
Is it?
What are you doing?
-Take that off.
-Nana!
Fine.
-Lalan.
-Yes?
We can strip away all his
inhibitions once he is inside.
Am I right?
-This life...
-Come.
Hey!
Come in.
Please come in.
Batasha, on the upper floor
I have set up a
special performance.
"Why are you waiting"
"At the entrance?"
"Come have a seat"
"Of your own free will"
"Here"
"Relax and eat some paan"
"Why are you"
"In such a hurry?"
"It has extinguished"
"The light-giving lamp that
sparkled in the night"
"The fire that has
been lit in my heart"
"Shows no sign of stopping tonight"
"She is full of mischief and
innocence"
"She is young and lively
and filled with attitude"
"I am whirling and twirling
to the sound of the beat"
"With my delicate anklets
swaying with the beat"
"My eyes are like lethal weapons"
"My form is magnificent"
"Chandra"
"Let this beautiful night carry on"
"Chandra"
"Here she comes all dressed up"
"Chandra"
"Forgetting herself in
the beat of the song"
"Here she comes
surrounded by the stars"
"Chandra"
"It ebbs and it flows"
"This night is getting dimmer"
"You may lose your life"
"But you can never trap the moon"
"It comes in waves"
"The longing you
feel in your heart"
"Take your time"
"To understand this mystery"
"It is a little difficult"
"The mysteries in my eyes"
"Take your time
to solve them"
"My love"
"She is full of mischief and
innocence"
"She is young and lively
and filled with attitude"
"I am whirling and twirling
to the sound of the beat"
"With my delicate anklets
swaying with the beat"
"My eyes are like lethal weapons"
"My form is magnificent"
"Chandra"
"Let this beautiful night carry on"
"Chandra"
"Here she comes all dressed up"
"Chandra"
"Forgetting herself in
the beat of the song"
"Here she comes
surrounded by the stars"
"Chandra"
Thank you.
To tell you the truth,
I don't generally eat paan.
But just for tonight...
I feel like making
a few exceptions.
See you.
When...
will we meet again?
Hi girl!
It looks like God has been
whispering jokes
to you this morning.
Tell me some.
Did he increase your wealth?
Mr. Daulat Rao.
Why don't you ask Aunt Lalan?
Chandra, I found
this note in the
other room,
is it yours?
Waiting at the entrance...
What is it?
Let me see.
Shewanti!
It's nothing!
-It's a grocery list.
-Is it?
So you kept a grocery list
in your blouse while
dancing last night?
In front of the MP?
Fine, then just tell me.
How was he?
Get lost!
Let me pray.
Oh my, my.
Did it hurt?
You are not in love, are you?
Caught in the web
of his tailored suit.
Because he won't
ever come back here.
What do you mean?
He was dragged
here against his will.
The night is done
and so is your love affair!
Hey! Who told you?
Who else?
Batasha!
Can I come in?
Yes.
Oh!
Nice to see you Mr. Sule.
You can forget
about the other topics.
-How is it going, madam?
-Thank you.
-What was your name?
-Batasha!
What is this? I thought,
such an important man
invited me here himself,
so he has to know my name.
-Can you shut your mouth?
Batash...
You have to come with me.
Where?
Where?
Takave Khurd?
Yes.
Where is that?
Pune. Pune district.
The Gram Panchayat
from that village
needed to meet him immediately.
And that is why he
needed to leave urgently.
Yes, but he has a flight
to Delhi tomorrow morning.
Yes, he said that he will take a
flight from Pune if he misses that.
How?
He made accommodations for it.
Who made them?
I made them.
-Sule?
-I made them myself.
I made them.
Yes I did.
See you Dada Saheb.
See you.
This is ridiculous Dada.
He has an important speech
in the Parliament tomorrow.
He needs to head
to Delhi immediately.
But he is on his way to deal with
the problems of some villagers.
That's what sets Daulat
apart from the rest.
The others just talk about all
the good deeds they have done.
Daulat focuses on doing the deed.
What is the point of
complaining to you?
Tomorrow if Daulat decides to
work with manure, you will say...
-What?
-
My son-in-law
is gaining blessings by respecting
what was given by the sacred cow.
That's just how it goes Dolly.
My husband is
never at home either.
Morning, noon and night
are all about the people's needs.
He walks with the world's
burden on his shoulders.
Visiting you always gets my
systems clean sister-in-law.
It's fantastic.
My wife has gotten an
English combode installed
in all the bathrooms at my house.
Hey! It's commode.
Is it fun to sit on?
Look at what sister-in-law did.
Forget about foreign restrooms,
you have preserved our culture.
As soon as you squat down...
your whole system gets cleaned out.
It's amazing!
Am I right Dada Saheb?
All right then, now
it's time to have some
tea and poha.
Well,
at least my older son-in-law
was able to unload this burden.
Right?
Tell me.
What do you do for Nana?
I hang out there.
What does that mean?
It means...
Nana is a wandering
cow in the field of politics.
And I am the insect
stuck to that cow's behind.
That works!
I can continue to exist as
long as the cow allows me.
The day the cow gets tired of
wandering and decides to sit down.
On that day...
I will be the first
one to get crushed.
Where were you before this?
I used to act in plays.
I was in Kantabai Borkarni's
drama company.
I was quite talented!
Is that so?
So that is why...
-yesterday at Sarang...
-Phata?
Yes.
All those girls...
Yes sir, yes.
I take care of
all of those girls.
Nana has torn this flower
directly from that garden.
You need to decide who you are.
A flower? Or an insect?
What is the difference, sir?
If they prick you,
they can both make you bleed.
"That fair stranger makes
my heart go crazy..."
"The sweet melodies
have turned into weapons"
"Melodies that have turned into
weapons aimed at Chandra's heart"
Hey Chandra!
Look! It's the MP from yesterday!
Look at her.
No, I mean, I really do enjoy
roaming around in your Mercedes.
But where exactly are we going?
You haven't told me anything.
I don't mean anything by it!
I was just thinking...
I mean...
where exactly are we heading?
To Sarang Phata.
-What?
-Yes.
Please forgive me sir.
Forgive me.
But you were unwilling
to go there yesterday.
And today you want to...
The difference...
between today and yesterday...
What is the difference, sir?
God damn these lights!
They have stopped working
right when business opens.
Those rascals at the
electricity department!
Bastards.
How will my girls dance now?
In the dark.
Oh God!
Why did we stop here?
If we take a left from here, then
Sarang Phata is just 6 kms away.
What is wrong sir?
Tomorrow morning I have to stand in
front of our country's parliament
and deliver a speech
on an important issue and I...
Where am I going?
I only have one
thing to say to you sir.
If you turn around you
can go back to reality.
On the left is the land of fantasy.
Made up of sweet
melodies and young bodies.
You?
Yes.
You are here?
Your melodies brought me here.
But how can I perform?
There are no lights.
I don't need a light
to look at the moon in the sky.
Your songs have brought me here.
If you could donate some melodies
then I could leave
with satisfaction.
If you don't then...
I understand.
-See you.
-I...
haven't said no.
You didn't say yes either.
If you want a
donation of melodies.
Then you need to learn
the language of the eyes.
Oh?
My eyes are lost in the view.
They don't have
the time to do that.
You didn't tell me yesterday.
And I haven't heard it today.
The difference
between yesterday and today...
is that the moon is
now in a different phase.
"This night"
"Is slowly"
"Slipping away"
"From me"
"This"
"Night"
"Is slowly"
"Slipping away from me"
"This growing emptiness"
"My coveting eyes"
"Are craving a single glance"
"They cannot wait"
"Even for a moment"
"Oh my"
"How can I live without you?"
"Oh my"
"How?"
"Can I live without you?"
"Oh my"
"How?"
"Can I live without you?
Oh my"
"How?"
"Can I live without you?
Oh my"
"How can I live without you?"
"Oh my
how can I live without you?"
"Oh my
how can I live without you?"
"Oh my
how can I live without you?"
"Can I live without you?"
"You have left a
wound on my heart"
"I got a glimpse of
Lord Krishna himself"
"With his loyal
flute in hand"
"My Lord has
stolen my heart"
"I have lost my mind"
"Oh my
How?"
"Can I live without you?"
"Oh my
how can I live without you?"
"Oh my"
"My breath is stuck in my throat"
"Our lives have entertwined"
"My lips have begun to sway"
"It blooms in my heart"
"Your melodious flute"
"It echoes forever"
"The young flower bud
that is on the verge of blooming"
"Is dying on the inside
longing for you"
"It calls out to you"
"This feeling
can erase all my pain"
"Shivers run up my spine"
"When the monsoon rain
falls on my body"
"I forget who I am"
"As all my shackles melt away"
"You have left a
wound on my heart"
"I got a glimpse of
lord Krishna himself"
"With his loyal
flute in hand"
"My Lord has
stolen my heart"
"I have lost my mind"
"Oh my"
"How can I live without you?"
"Oh my
how can I live without you?"
"Oh my"
"My embarrassment wanes
as the moonlit night rises"
"My heart aches
as I spend my nights awake"
"Spending the
evenings with my Lord"
"As the melodies of
His flute flow through me"
"He lights up my nights
and takes my breath away"
"As my lord takes His leave"
"I wait for his return
upon pins and needles"
"I spend night and day
thinking of Him"
"Oh my
How?"
"Can I live without you?
Oh my"
"How can I live without you?"
"Oh my"
What hurts more?
Is it the melody?
Or your words?
You are the first patron
I have ever seen
who appreciates
the poet at the party.
Wha... you mean?
You wrote these words?
I have never spoken
to a lady in such a manner.
Can I continue?
Lady?
Oh my.
Getting such appreciation
at Sarang Phata
is like someone treating a
can of trash with respect.
Go on.
What is the thing that
is piercing my heart?
Your melody.
Your poetry.
Your elegance.
Your simplicity.
Or your form?
Oh my!
You left this the other day.
I didn't leave it.
I forgot it.
I guess the suit
hides a poet behind it.
He isn't hiding.
He's buried...
deep under the
responsibility of my position.
The poet sometimes peaks out...
but he can't manage anything
more than half-written poems.
You should complete it.
What?
You should complete it.
Me?
Yes.
I should complete your poem?
Maybe if you complete my poem...
I might feel complete as well.
-Hello?
-Dolly?
Where are you Daulat?
Have you reached Delhi?
-No, I haven't...
-No?
But you need to
go to the Parliament--
Yes, yes, hear me out.
-Yesterday at Sarang--
-What?
We were in the village right?
-Yes.
-Well, I got held up.
-And when I left...
-What happened?
-A tree fell on the road.
-Oh my.
Oh, but what about Delhi?
-How will you go?
-I will leave from here.
Pooname from Ralcon has
arranged a chartered flight for me.
I will reach Delhi by afternoon session.
Okay then, talk to you later?
No, no wait! Daulat.
Yes?
You could have at
least called me once.
-Yes, but Dolly--
-What?
There are no
phones in the village.
Someone should invent a phone
that helps wives talk to their
husband no matter where they are.
One that could be
carried in your pocket!
I am sure no man would
ever invent such a thing!
Oh, you will see.
-I need to go.
-Daulat listen.
-I will call you back later.
-Listen to me.
-Talk to you later, bye.
-Daulat.
-Sir?
-Yes!
It's done.
Hey Chandra.
Hurry up and come in.
I will be right there aunty.
Let me just get a glimpse
of the sacred cow first.
Forget about that.
He is here to see you.
What?
Who?
Oh God...
Don't ask me questions from there,
just come in and see for yourself.
Oh my.
It's you?
Yesterday...
I was here to quench my cravings.
But instead of
quenching my thirst
you have increased it.
I came back to you today
because I need to quench
my thirst no matter what.
Is that so?
I brought this for you...
That is great.
Mr. Member of Parliament.
People put on a saints
disguise in the morning.
And turn into predators at night.
But this is the first time.
That I have seen a predator
roaming around in the day.
What do you mean?
There are many places where
you can quench your thirst.
You should visit those.
Chandra is an artist sir.
Not a prostitute.
What?
Last night you couldn't
get enough of my melodies.
But once it was morning.
You started to desire my body.
-That's not true--
-You should leave.
Hey!
Sir! Why are you
leaving me here alone?
Sir! Please come back!
What happened?
Why did he just leave?
He didn't leave.
I threw him out.
What?
This is the first time I have
misjudged a person so horribly.
You should leave.
Hey, airhead.
He was only here to deliver this.
He made me search
every electric shop
in the village early
in the morning for this.
For what?
Open it.
Listen to it.
I will be waiting outside.
Chandramukhi...
Your melodies...
Your poems...
Are truly a class apart.
It is impossible to
quench my thirst for you.
Man has learnt how
to preserve rainwater.
But when it's raining
words and melodies...
how can we hope to preserve that?
That is why I am
giving you this recorder.
Could you give me a small donation
of your words and
melodies in this tiny box?
Like a man travelling
through the desert
who slowly sips on the sweet
water he carries with him.
In the same way,
your words and melodies
are the sweet water
that will get me
through the desert.
I don't know when I will be
able to see you perform again.
But this performance...
can you give me the
privilege of hearing it?
Please.
The High Command is
very unstable Mr. Sawant.
After the Parliament
session yesterday
the High Command had a meeting.
A Minister from your home state of
Maharashtra is pulling your leg.
Who?
Me?
No,
Dada Saheb I don't have a
personal issue with Mr. Sawant.
But the workers are unsatisfied.
Farmers are depressed.
The working class is under duress.
Dada Saheb, the current
government under Mr. Sawant
only exists because of the
seeds sown by our party.
If Mr. Sawant wins
the upcoming election...
Then...
Good day sir.
It will be a huge blow to our
side in the Legislative assembly.
Yes, you are right.
Yes, but I think it would be
better to let someone else--
Sometimes you need to grab
a bull by its horns to control it.
Am I right?
The person you are calling
a bull is actually a scorpion.
When you try to
grab it by the horns
you will be stung by its tail.
Take care.
Sir, sir.
Good day.
I heard that you
had returned from Delhi.
And so I...
Do you need something?
I wanted to give you a message.
From Chandra.
Sir.
Dear Mr. Member of Parliament,
Chandra owes you
a performance.
I am waiting for you.
Raju.
So...
let me know when
and where so that...
Today.
What?
Uncle Batasha?
What is this?
Where have you brought me?
What do I do here?
This is where you will perform.
-Perform?
-Yes.
For tonight's performance...
You will have a carpet of water.
The moon is your chandelier.
And right in the middle
is the God of romance
Uncle?
I will be back.
What a place
you have chosen for me to perform.
Don't you like it?
If the shoes waiting
outside a temple
get a chance to peek
inside the inner sanctum,
will they not like that?
A temple?
This temple belongs to you.
You are the idol
inside the temple.
Sir?
I mean...
Please forgive the mistakes
that I made on that day.
If you hadn't made those mistakes
then tonight would have
been impossible.
True.
You never listen to anyone.
I disagree.
I am here only to listen tonight.
What?
Oh my.
What do you want to hear?
It's your choice.
You...
Everything about you.
All of it.
What is the point of
knowing everything about me?
Tell me.
My father.
Was the Poet Umaji.
And my mother.
Hira Bai.
They were both beloved performers
known all over Maharashtra.
In every festival,
if Umaji Rao and Hira Bai's
tent was raised,
then people would
gather like ants.
"Bigger than the big blue sky
softer than the silkiest butter"
"Softer than the silkiest butter"
"Sandalwood fades
when it is rubbed"
"Wear and tear makes
it a sight to behold"
"Yes sir, that's true"
"Sometimes it is
quiet as a shadow"
"Sometimes it is
bold and confident"
"Sometimes it is
bold and confident"
"Sometimes it dances with joy
sometimes it is as shy as a monk"
"It doesn't belong
to angels or demons"
"We all have one"
"Don't look for it
in ancient texts"
"You can see it in
every single house"
"Now think about an answer my dear"
"Yes sir, that's true"
Go ahead!
Shut up!
You are useless!
Forget it!
So Hira Bai, do you
have an answer?
Do you have the answer?
Answers and attitude,
poet Umaji always
steps out of his house
with both of them
tied to his turban.
-Is that so?
-Do you understand?
Now listen!
"It is a thing"
"That is very costly"
-Poet? Poet?
-Dad? Dad?
-Poet, what is wrong?
-Please tell us!
-What is wrong?
-Dad? Dad!
Chandra, I couldn't
complete my answer...
Dad!
My father left without ever
answering my mother's question.
But my mother was brave.
She pulled herself
together and kept going.
She did a lot to prepare me.
And in just a few days...
Hira and Chandra's
tent was raised up.
But our prosperity did not
agree with the strings of destiny.
As soon as we
reached Jhunar village
a stray log accidentally
set fire to the whole tent.
It all turned to ash
right in front of our eyes.
Chandra!
The day after the
tent burned down
my mother gave me
some shocking news.
We had a debt of
2 and a half lakh rupees.
After my father passed away,
my mother took a loan from
a wealthy merchant in Pune.
Along with the interest...
we now needed to
pay around 3 lakhs.
Tell me how you are going
to return my money by tonight!
-Yes.
-Or else...
Mother!
Hey Mr. Merchant.
Here.
That's your interest paid off.
And we will pay off
the principal amount,
-slowly.
-That's great!
Now let my sister
and her daughter go.
Hey Drama company! Get out!
Come. Come on Chandra, let's go.
Come Hira.
How about this?
I will keep Chandra here.
Her pretty features will bring a
shower of money along with them.
Listen to me.
My clients are not like yours,
they don't just give us whatever
they have in their pockets.
Some very important
people roam these halls.
Police Chief, MPs and MLAs
all regularly visit this place.
Your daughter will
pay off your debt
before the hair on
your head starts to grey.
Think about it.
Change your clothes
and leave.
Hey Chandra!
Go and get ready.
Chandramukhi
reached Sarang Phata.
The daughter of
beloved poet Umaji Rao
now dances for money.
Every single day
she dances for money,
and mother works at
Rahurikar banner.
And...
Lalan aunty?
Doesn't she treat you well?
She treats me just as
well as a master would
treat their dancing monkey.
But if the monkey refuses to dance.
Then how will the master get paid?
Lalan aunty wanted me to
participate in'Oli Baithak'.
-But I--
-What?
'Oli Baithak'?
What does that mean?
Where an artist is
turned into a prostitute.
Those performances.
No sir.
I never let things get that far.
I fought and cried.
I even threatened to kill myself.
I didn't allow it.
Yes, but...
there was this one time...
when Lalan aunty...
made me go through'Chirabharni'.
'Chirabharni?'
What is that?
It is a ceremony.
In honour of men.
A ceremony that operates
outside the confines of morals and decency.
Made by men.
I wasn't ready.
But my mother's lungs
had filled up with water.
The operation would
cost a lot of money.
I couldn't refuse.
"She blushes like a new bride"
"The turmeric colours her skin"
"The turmeric applied for her love"
"This blushing bride
is about to be wed"
"She blushes like a new bride"
"The turmeric colours her skin"
"The turmeric applied for her love"
"This blushing bride
is about to be wed"
"Today you have become a woman"
"It is a festival of colours"
"Bliss under the moonlight"
"The bud will
blossom into a flower"
"Your mother will
give you your wedding dress"
"Your love will give you his heart"
"In accordance with tradition"
"The bangles will jangle all night"
"Your face as
beautiful as the moon"
"Will be adorned
by gold and pearls"
"Under the moonlight"
"You and your lover
will find happiness"
"The bud will
blossom into a flower"
Hey Lalan!
"Your mother will
give you your wedding dress"
"Your love will give you his heart"
"In accordance with tradition"
"The bangles will jangle all night"
Who was he?
Who?
Forget about it.
Once the body has been defiled,
the colour of the wild animals fur,
doesn't really matter.
I have never told
anyone about this.
Not even my mother.
Today, you have opened
the gates to my heart.
It feels like a burden
has been lifted.
Chandra.
Who are you?
Where did you come from?
"That moonlit night"
"Glittered only for me"
"This life of mine"
"Belongs to you"
"My thoughts make me blush"
"My breath plays a sweet melody"
"With our hands intertwined"
"Side by side in heaven"
"Together till the end of time"
"That moonlit night"
"Glittered only for me"
"This life of mine"
"Belongs to you"
"You are an exquisite Sari"
"Your form is enticing"
"Your design is mesmirizing"
"For this parched earth"
"You are the rain clouds
bursting with happiness"
"My life belongs to you tonight"
"Take everything from me"
"With our hands intertwined"
"Side by side in heaven"
"Together till the end of time"
"That moonlit night"
"Glittered only for me"
"This life of mine"
"Belongs to you"
Is that a new lucky charm?
What?
What is it?
Oh... this anklet?
How did this anklet get here?
How did it get here?
I had the same question Daulat.
I have a lot of questions.
How did it get here?
Who brought it here?
Who does it belong to?
Whoever it belongs to,
what exactly is the relationship
between you and her...
There is nothing going on Dolly.
Really?
This is the first time.
Rather, it's the first
time I have caught you.
So I would like to end
this topic right here.
Anklet...
If it happens again...
I will create a scene that
dancer will never forget.
God damn it, no matter
what you set out to do
something always
has to go wrong.
Just like we have to pass the
Khandala Ghat on the way to Pune,
the biggest obstacle to meeting
your lover is always your wife.
Hey!
If you say a single thing against
Dolly I will break your face.
Forgive me, sir. Forgive me.
I might have a solution.
A solution?
Kranti Surya.
It's Daulat Rao's
father-in-law's farmhouse.
In Panvel.
Nobody comes there.
Whenever you want to meet her,
Chandra can come
see you at Kranti Surya.
Forget about people, even spirits
don't roam around those parts.
As you know,
it's completely private.
What if someone comes there?
The caretaker Baja is my friend.
If someone asks then Chandra can
tell them that she is Baja's niece.
Yes.
Getting Baja to agree to this...
is my responsibility.
And what do I say to Lalan aunty?
You should tell her...
that you are going to meet
your mother for a few days.
What?
Doesn't Hira get sick a lot?
Oh my!
You want me to lie
about my mother's health?
No, it will be a sin.
What is more important?
Love or sin?
-Love.
-What?
Amazing Batasha!
Some day you will be the
Chief Minister of Maharashtra.
Chief Minister
Batasha Rao Ghangale.
Oh no, no sir. No.
Nana cut off my wings the
day I became Chief Minister.
Look at this.
Put it here, now leave.
Yes ma'am.
Here, take a look.
-What is this?
-It's a list.
On the day of the
Oath Taking ceremony,
I sent this list to High Command.
I told them that I need all of
these people in my cabinet.
-Yes! That's right!
-
And all the names were approved.
That's great.
But only your name was rejected.
-What?
-What can we do?
Who rejected me?
If I tell you who did it,
it might cause some family issues.
Sir...
Oh no, no!
It was your brother-in-law!
Daulat Rao!
-I knew it!
That's why I feel bad.
It hurts a lot more
when you stub your toe on
the entrance to your own home.
Wouldn't you agree?
If the entrance causes pain
then it should be ripped
out and thrown away.
Wouldn't you agree?
That's exactly what I
thought you would say.
You should figure out
how to remove the entrance.
And I will make sure that
your door has a plaque
that lets everyone
know that you are a minister.
How does that sound?
Oh, go ahead.
Have some.
Have some.
I want a henna tattoo as well.
Go, show it to your mother.
Go ahead.
Mom!
I have no problem with
giving you a henna tatoo.
But then...
people might ask.
How did the MP
get a henna tattoo on his hands?
What will you say then?
Mr. Member of Parliament.
The MP will tell them.
What?
The person who
gave me this hickey...
is the one who gave
me this henna tattoo.
Oh my! What is this?
It's all thanks to you.
But... what do we do now?
I am a politician.
I know how to
keep a few secrets.
No...
I mean...
at home.
I won't be going home
for the next four days.
I am going to Chandigarh tonight.
There are elections in Haryana.
And the High Command
has asked me to go there.
So I am.
What do you mean?
You won't be here
for the next four days?
Then... What do I do here?
Look, Dhanteras is on Saturday.
I will come back here in
the evening on Saturday.
And I will come here to
you as soon as I return.
What are you thinking about?
I was thinking...
that I would feel too lonely
waiting here alone for four days.
How about we...
add another hickey on
there in the meantime?
Hey, let me go!
What are you doing?
Jackpot! Jackpot!
Jackpot!
What happened?
I just hit the jackpot without
ever going to the race course.
From the comfort of home.
What do you mean?
Your brother-in-law has turned
Kranti Surya into a brothel.
-What?
-That's right!
A brothel?
But who is she?
Chandramukhi!
Damn it all.
The other day sister-in-law
fasted for Sankashti
but God gave us the
good karma for her deeds!
Isn't that great?
-Should we tell Dolly--
-Are you crazy?
I have just found a bomb,
if I set it off outside even
Delhi will feel the shockwaves.
Dolly can't find out about this.
The point is...
If a wife finds out about her
husband messing up, she gets angry.
But if the world finds
out before she does
then she's completely burst.
Trust me, I have experience.
Will we be celebrating
Diwali here this time?
Mother.
I told Mr. Rahurikar,
that I want to spend Diwali
with my daughter this year.
He said, go ahead.
But I found out when I
reached Sarang Phata.
That my daughter isn't
there because she is visiting me.
Come, let's go in.
-No!
-Mother?
If your father were here today
he would have slapped you
hard enough to set you straight.
You are the daughter
of poet Umaji Rao.
We both spent our whole lives
in the service of creating art.
But our daughter?
Has become an MP's mistress?
Mother.
He truly loves me.
I see.
Will he marry you?
Will he call you
his wife with pride?
Would he be willing to
attach his name to yours?
Would he stand in front of
God and take his wedding vows?
We are leaving
this place right now.
And you are coming
with me to Sarang Phata.
Mother.
Daulat Rao is the God that
I found on the way to hell.
He is just a man, my child.
He will get what he wants.
And he will discard
you when he is done.
And what about
when I work for Lalan?
Isn't that the same?
And keep one thing in mind.
The person you are
insulting right now.
He is the reason
that there is no debt
on your head any more.
Oh God.
I didn't know.
I had no idea.
That to pay off my debt,
my daughter needed
to sell her own body.
Your mother will forever
remain grateful to you.
You have paid me back
for giving birth to you.
Now there is no longer
any need to attend my funeral.
Mother?
Mother, please wait.
At least this is a good reason
for you to come home every year.
Where is your husband?
I know!
I kept the Diwali party today
because he was coming home today.
-And he called me in the afternoon.
-Why?
That I have a sudden dinner meeting
with the Prime Minister tonight.
-Wow! That's great!
-Yes, it is.
But now he is taking a
flight tomorrow instead.
See you.
Just wait a bit longer Dada.
Who doesn't know who you are?
Mansi Prakash.
Should I introduce you to the CM?
Yes? Yes?
Come, let's go.
Hey Photographer! Come here!
Didn't we just click a few?
What are you doing?
Yes, click them.
That's enough.
-I will be right back.
-Sister.
Please try to control Nana a bit.
Why? What's wrong?
I don't mind him
being a little tipsy,
but he is constantly
following Mansi around...
-It doesn't look right.
-Dolly!
Dolly, he is just her fan
and that is it.
-I never said--
-Dolly!
Maybe you should take
a look at your own house
before you cast stones on others.
Just look around.
What?
And then you can
point at my husband.
What the hell do you mean?
You?
Respected Mrs. Daulat Rao Deshmane
in the flesh.
Right now.
Leave this place immediately.
Or I will pay and
hire an army of goons
to get rid of you.
Sister...
Out!
What is it?
Who is it?
Daulat?
Dolly?
You...
You are here?
You told me...
you had a dinner meeting...
with the Prime Minister...
You...
You lying scoundrel!
-Dolly! Dolly!
-You liar!
-Calm down Dolly!
-Why did you lie?
Come inside, we will talk inside.
Talk inside?
You want me to come and
discuss things with your mistress?
-Dolly... Dolly enough!
-Should we discuss what you did?
Don't you dare raise
your voice at me!
You have lost that
right forever Daulat.
Dolly...
You need to tell her to
get the hell out of here!
-Or I will kill her!
-Dolly! Dolly!
-And I will kill you.
-Listen to me. Listen.
Chandra... mukhi...
-Please...
-Please?
You are pleading with her Daulat?
You are pleading
with this two-bit whore?
-Get lost you bitch!
-Dolly!
-What are you doing?
-Let go of me.
-Let go of me!
-Dolly please don't create a scene.
I warned you Daulat that
I would cause a scene.
Instead of coming
home on this festive day
you chose to sully
your own name here?
No Dolly that's...
Listen to me.
Get up.
Get out.
Get out!
Dolly! Dolly...
You want to destroy our
home for this cheap tramp?
You prefer this whore
over me, Dada and our son?
Dolly... What happened?
Dolly!
I will take care of it.
Let's go.
We will leave too.
It is not a crime to steal,
but it is a crime to get caught.
Many great men have
had such arrangements
in the past.
I did it too.
But I had boundaries.
The one lying on the
hospital bed right now.
That is my daughter.
When it comes to her your
principles should be secondary.
-If anything happens to--
-Mr. Deshmane?
Dr. Patankar wants to see you.
Mrs. Deshmane is suffering from
atrial septal defect.
In simpler words,
the wall that separates the two
upper chambers of our hearts.
She has a hole in that wall.
This hole doesn't
just affect our hearts,
it can also affect our lungs.
What is...
the treatment?
We can perform a surgery.
In India.
Or if you prefer, we could
do it in a foreign country.
There is just one thing you need
to keep in mind Mr. Deshmane.
You will have to be
very, very careful.
May God protect you from all evil.
Sujata.
Bring me a special
cup of tea made by you.
Yes, right away.
Dolly?
I am fine.
Sule?
Please get rid of this wheelchair.
Sitting in it makes
me feel weaker.
-Dolly...
-Sule?
Yes madam.
Please get rid of it.
You are right madam.
Why do we need a wheelchair?
Now Ms. Rane is here.
She is an amazing nurse.
She will be with you
all 24 hours of the day.
Namaste.
Namaste.
Come Ms. Rane,
I have a task for you.
Please take me to my bedroom.
Yes.
Go ahead.
No, stop.
Don't take me to our bedroom...
take me to Dushyant's room instead.
-Hey Dolly...
-Sule.
Yes madam?
Please move all of my things from
the bedroom into the guestroom.
I don't want to...
get in anyone's way.
Let's go Ms. Rane.
Yes.
Here. On the left.
And please get rid
of this wheelchair!
"My heart"
"I kept lighting my heart on fire"
"I kept putting off meeting her"
"I kept putting off meeting her"
"Meeting her"
Did you meet her?
I went to Sarang Phata.
But I didn't meet her.
Shewanti said
that she is still breathing.
But she isn't alive.
This part of my body says
that I should never meet her again.
That I shouldn't
even say her name.
But this! This right here!
This part says...
that I should go to her right now.
Embrace her.
To hell with the world.
Chandra!
Where did you come from?
Sir, you should eat something.
Should I bring a plate?
Sit down. Take a seat, come on.
Take a seat, Batasha.
In my life, my plate
was always full Batasha.
I went to Delhi, Mumbai and Paris.
But I never tried to reach for
anything other than my own plate.
Even if I felt like it...
I would see my
Dolly's face in my mind.
My Dolly.
But...
who is she?
Tell me?
Who is she?
What is so special about her?
Tell me!
There is nothing
special about her.
When I am with her...
When I am with her my
sins don't feel like sins.
Her company is the thing
I enjoy most in the world.
MP Daulat Rao Deshmane,
the son-in-law of Dada Saheb.
Dolly's husband.
It's all a lie!
Opposite that Daulat,
is the Daulat who
is with Chandra.
That is the true Daulat.
Daulat and Chandra's
hearts are intertwined.
And Dollys heart has a hole in it.
Daulat and Chandra's
hearts are...
Dolly... Daulat...
Heart... Heart...
Daulat...
I am hungry.
Chandra!
You were run out on a no ball Nana?
MP Daulat Rao Deshmane
is having an affair with a
woman who dances for money.
You got your hands on
such a tantalizing scandal.
And how did you use it?
-As a toothpick?
-Hey...
It was my wife Mr. Sawant!
Now you have missed
your opportunity.
Exactly.
Daulat won't ever
visit that dancer again.
-This Miandad?
-Yes, Javed.
In that last cricket match.
They needed four runs
on the last ball to win.
Yes!
He hit a six!
Straight out the park!
-Stop laughing.
You will live out your entire life
as the 12th player on the team.
You don't have the
ability to hit a sixer Nana.
Here.
Daulat?
Chandra...
Dolly?
Listen...
the Prime Minister
is in Mumbai today.
He has invited both of us to
tea in the Taj this afternoon.
I won't come.
Dolly...
The invitation must be
for you and your wife.
You should ask yourself if
you really think of me
as your wife anymore.
-Dolly whatever happened--
-Is not over yet.
Since that day I...
I haven't seen her, spoken to her
or contacted her in
any manner. Please...
Trust me.
I know that you haven't
spoken to her or met her.
But she is a part of you Daulat.
What can I do?
I don't think I would
have been hurt so bad
if you had just used her
to fulfill your body's needs.
However...
she is now on your mind Daulat.
The place that was supposed to
be reserved for me
is now hers, and...
she holds the more
important position.
And...
the remaining?
That's all I have left.
I should have never returned alive
from the hospital, right Daulat?
Chandra!
The ACP from Satara?
Mr. Giranche?
He will be coming
here this evening.
They are some rich people.
Aunty.
I won't be wearing those
anklets on my feet anymore.
Is that so?
Then are you going
to become a maid?
Or will you do labour?
Oh God!
Look here Chandra.
I never asked you
what happened
between you and the MP.
I thought...
that whatever happened is
private between the two of you.
But one and a half months?
It has been and a half months since
you have earned a single rupee.
Did I say a single word?
I thought that the girl needs
time to pull herself together.
But one a half months have passed
and you still haven't
pulled yourself together.
How many more days do you plan
on spending staring up at nothing?
At the end of the day you need to
use your body to earn money.
If you don't use your body
how will you make money!
And...
And if you don't make money...
then... then your
mother's old age...
the cost of living
for you and her...
how will you pay for them?
Tell me?
How?
They will be here at 9.
Be sure to get your makeup done.
Oh and yes...
Here.
Today...
You can wear my jewelry.
Looking at the
bright lights in stores
always makes
customers happy my dear.
God help us all.
-Shewanti!
-Yes aunty.
Get her ready!
"What is this restlessness?"
"I don't understand"
"Your allure calls out to me"
"What is this turmoil?
Why does my heart cry out?"
"I have lost my heart
but she has no idea"
"When I hear that sweet melody"
"My heart is set ablaze"
"My feet have lost their rythm"
"Take me back
my beloved"
"My feet have lost their rythm"
"Take me back
my beloved"
"Why does the bliss of her company
call out to me?"
"This hollow heart
might just stop beating"
"Why does this tangled life
fall apart so easily?"
"Why does the moon
not stay by her side?"
"The pain of our separation
is too much too bear"
"I cannot face the world
without you by my side"
"When I hear that sweet melody"
"My heart is set ablaze"
"My feet have lost their rythm"
"Take me back
my beloved"
"My feet have lost their rythm"
"Take me back
my beloved"
Come on, get out of here!
Hey! Who is that smartass?
Who is it?
The MP himself?
You are here?
Hey! Move! Come sir.
Have a seat.
I said, get out of here.
We are on the same side here.
Myself Rajkumar Pardesi.
Hey, hurry up and
pour a glass for sir.
-And don't forget--
-Get out!
Hey, come on. Get out. Out.
Now I get it.
I understand your plan.
The lion gets the first bite.
And then the others get a turn.
And this deer
is very tasty.
-Let's feast together.
-What happened?
What is this?
Sir? You?
Hey Lalan!
Throw him out!
You parasite! Watch who you are
talking to! Now get out!
Hey get out! Out!
And you lot! It's time to go.
Please forgive us.
I wonder where these
parasites come from?
I told you not to...
have private
performances for anyone.
What was all that?
Mr. Deshmane.
You no longer have the
right to ask me that question.
Then why did I come here today?
You came today!
But the last one
and a half months...
you couldn't find the time
to check whether
Chandra is still alive or not.
I had some issues.
And it was my destiny.
You wanted to make a
flowerpot out of Datura.
And your flowerpot broke.
And now that Datura...
will continue to be stepped on by
the people walking down the street.
Chandra...
-That night after you left...
-Yes, I know.
But you are still angry with me?
You can sense the
anger behind my anger.
But you can't sense the love.
Who made you an MP?
Thousands of smart people...
chose this fool.
Even you.
How is your wife?
Daulat?
Yes.
Last night...
Yes.
...he came to Sarang Phata?
That's right.
To meet Chandramukhi?
I saw it myself!
Oh my, my!
Dear?
What is it?
Why are you laughing like Ravana?
Hey!
Not Ravana.
Miandad.
What?
Sixer!
Hitting a sixer on the last ball.
Eat it.
Stay here.
Namaste.
Hirabai Junarkar?
-Yes.
-Nana Jodhale.
MLA Nana Jodhale.
I was the one who sent the
message to Mr. Rahurikar.
I see.
-Get some water.
-Okay.
-Sweet.
-What?
I have some super
sweet news to give.
-The thing is...
-Yes.
The Maharashtra Government
has decided to bestow the
State Cultural award for this year
to the veteran artist,
Ms. Hirabai Junarkar.
That is what the
government has announced.
What?
Me?
Who else Hira Bai?
The CM gave this his stamp
of approval just yesterday.
I told them as soon as I found out.
I will give her the message.
A true artist is being felicitated.
Please allow me to
carry out this blessed task.
Please don't refuse.
The CM himself has written
a letter addressed to you.
Take a look.
See you soon.
Let's go.
It's time to prepare for
the felicitation ceremony.
Poet...
Let's start this
joyous ceremony with
the questions and answers section.
"When a man and a
woman get together"
"They create new life"
"When a man and a
woman get together"
"They create new life"
"The whole world knows
this is the truth"
"Now tell me
without this bond"
"Has any person been born?"
"And tell me who was it
that created this miracle?"
What do you say Chandra?
Do you have an answer?
Yes Naina.
I have an answer.
Listen!
"We aren't talking about
an ordinary woman"
"She is the source of all power"
"The source of all power"
"The wife of Lord Shiva
Her name is Mother Parvati"
"She created a child
from the dirt on her own body"
"That miracle is known as Ganpati"
"And we all take his name"
"Before undertaking any task"
Amazing Chandra!
Wow! Amazing!
Ladies and gentlemen.
Watching artists
perform on stage...
is like getting a
glimpse of the divine.
Today, we are honouring Hira Bai.
And I would like to
humbly request her
to grace this stage
with a glimpse of the divine.
And as the audience we should
welcome her with
thunderous applause.
I hand the stage
over to Hira now.
"Bigger than the big blue sky"
"Softer than the silkiest butter"
"Bigger than the big blue sky
softer than the silkiest butter"
"Sandalwood fades
when it is rubbed"
"Wear and tear makes
it a sight to behold"
"Sometimes it is
quiet as a shadow"
"Sometimes it is
bold and confident"
"Sometimes it dances with joy
sometimes it is as shy as a monk"
"It doesn't belong
to angels or demons"
"We all have one"
"Don't look for it
in ancient texts"
"You can see it in
every single house"
"How much more"
"Can I heap my praises on him?"
"He is the reason"
"That I was created"
"I have lost"
"His shadow by my side"
"This world"
"In which I am alone"
"It is very valuable
it cannot be replaced"
"It cannot be replaced"
"A mother is easy to understand
but no one can see a father's pain"
"No one can see a father's pain"
"You can see his reflection
in his children"
"In his children"
"No matter what the question
the answer can only be a father"
Should we stop for tea?
Yes.
Give it to them.
Yes.
Tea?
Just leave it here.
Talk to me.
Are you still mad at me?
Please forgive your stupid mother.
Mother!
Don't say that.
I only want to see
you happy, my child.
You are the only person in
the world who I care for.
Is everything alright now?
Tell me?
Yes.
Did you meet him?
Where?
The forest department
has a post office
in Mulshi.
That is where they will meet.
You have been a huge help Hira Bai.
A huge help!
Nana Saheb?
I am begging you.
Pleading you.
Please don't let my daughter's
name be dragged through the mud.
I will tell you how it is Hira Bai.
The cat keeps closing its
eyes while drinking milk.
We just need to inform the cat.
We have our eyes on you, don't we?
Your vehicle is ready.
You may leave.
Okay.
There you go Mr. Sawant.
On the final ball...
I have hit a sixer!
Who?
-Dada Saheb--
-Ask her to leave immediately.
I am here alone...
I was the one who took
you from college politics
and made you
into a true politician.
Don't waste time
trying to lie to me.
We need to head to Delhi.
We don't have the time.
Jamnalal Tripathi
had a heart attack.
-What?
-Two hours ago.
It looks bad...
he might not survive.
Do you want to be the next
Industry Minister or not?
Let's go.
You son of a bitch!
-Sir?
-Is this how you take a photo?
It was too dark, sir.
-Too dark!
-Please don't hit me.
Don't hit me!
Then tell me why I can't see the
woman's face in any of the photos?
-Please don't hit me.
-Dear?
What?
The woman's face is not important.
The fact that it is a woman in
Daulat's arms, that is important.
This will end Dolly's
husband's career.
Get these printed.
-
Mr. Suvarnan?
Yes Mr. Deshmane?
I need to see the PM.
Not possible.
Suvarnan?
Please, I just...
I just need five minutes.
You will have to wait.
I will wait the entire day.
I cannot promise...
but I will try.
Thank you.
Mr. Deshmane?
It's not possible.
I just need five minutes.
-In the past--
-Things were different in the past.
But after reading the news today...
I will be very frank with you.
The PM does not want to meet you.
I am sorry.
Listen to me, I need to meet him.
-You can't meet him.
-I just need a minute.
Tell him that...
-Now move.
-Sir!
Sir.
Wait a minute.
Batasha? What are you doing here?
Yes, I am.
I told Chandra that
we should inform you
that we have reached
Delhi safe and sound.
Chandra is in Delhi?
Yes, of course. We both left as
soon as we got your message.
We caught the Paschim
Express in Mumbai yesterday.
The train was running late.
We got here about an hour back.
Chandra is waiting at--
What are you saying?
I didn't send you a message!
What are you saying, sir?
You sent a man to Aamdar Niwas
with tickets.
He said that you were going
to be sworn into the Ministry.
You have been summoned to
Delhi along with Chandramukhi.
Batasha, don't you ever
read the newspaper?
I have been travelling
since yesterday.
Mumbai to Sarang Phata and
then back to Mumbai with Chandra.
And then we got on
a train to come here.
What is wrong, sir?
This is a huge conspiracy.
What does that mean?
Someone has planned this.
Get Chandra and
leave Delhi immediately.
I don't care which train,
just go as soon as possible.
Go! Wait!
Sit in the car,
I will talk to Chandra.
Come, sir.
-Deshmane sir!
-Hey, stop. Stop!
Stop! One minute!
No photos!
-Give us a statement sir!
-We want answers!
-Sir please! Deshmane sir!
-Sir wait! Sir please!
Holy shit!
Nana?
Batasha Rao Ghangale?
In the flesh?
Oh my, my!
I am honoured.
How are you Nana Saheb?
Good thing I ran into you.
I was wondering...
These days when
I put my pants on
why does it feel so light?
And then I remembered.
Something that used to be there
actually fell into another
person's garbage dump.
Why are you teasing a poor man?
Shut up you wretch!
Get lost!
Come on!
Waste of space.
Uncle?
Hello there Chandramukhi.
Do you recognize me?
You? What are you doing here?
You?
I get no respect?
Oh!
Because you are an MPs mistress,
that doesn't mean
that you can disrespect
an MLA my dear.
-Uncle Batasha!
-I threw him out!
I did.
Chandra?
Honestly you should
be thanking this MLA.
I was the one who brought
Daulat to Sarang Phata.
That's right.
Daulat Deshmane
entered your life
because of Nana Jondhare my dear.
Now you get it!
As a sign of appreciation
I should get one night
with you free of cost, right?
Come...
Once a champagne
bottle has been opened...
everyone can put their lips to it.
Forget it.
I am here for a
different reason today.
Yes, and the reason is...
there are only two paths which
you can take to move forward.
One will take you to a palace.
One will lead you into the gutter.
But my brother-in-law,
he won't lead you to any palaces.
That means you
end up in the gutter.
Am I right?
Take this.
Hey you gutter-dweller.
You will hold a press conference.
And you will tell the
members of the press
that Daulat Deshmane
took you from Sarang Phata
to Kranti Surya against your will
and he raped you.
Just once.
Did you really need to go there?
What else could I do?
Tell me?
Someone has laid out
a sinister trap for me.
On one hand they leaked
this picture to the press.
On the other...
On the other hand they lied to
bring Chandramukhi to Delhi.
That is how the reporters knew
that she was in Hotel Atlanta.
Someone has laid out a trap.
And you walked into that trap?
This one mistake that you made...
is going to affect
my daughter's life,
my grandson's future and
all of the hard work that I
have put in over the years.
It's going to destroy all of it.
The Prime Minister refuses
to even meet with you!
Wait, don't pick it up.
I will get it.
Hello? Dada Saheb Sasodkar.
Rahman sir?
Go ahead.
No, he is here.
He is engaged otherwise.
You can speak to me.
Tell me.
What?
No, no, that is a complete lie.
Will you please hold
that news for some time?
I will find out and let you know.
Thank you.
What happened?
It was a reporter from
The Afternoon, Rahman.
He has received
an anonymous letter.
That letter states...
You took that woman to
Kranti Surya against her will
and raped her.
What?
This is ridiculous.
You might be telling the truth.
This is a deep trap.
And your Chandramukhi
might be a part of this trap.
No...
I think...
That's not important.
Rahman was not the only
person to receive this letter.
Every national, regional
and every single newspaper
currently in print probably
received this letter.
They probably have the headlines
ready for the evening editions.
Daulat Deshmane has
been accused of rape.
They won't add a
full stop at the end.
They will add a question mark.
That is the question mark
that will determine your future.
We should hold a
press conference.
Staying quiet is not the
right way to go anymore.
Dolly...
I need you at that
press conference.
-Dada...
-A wife standing behind
her husband is what
the people need to see.
We can solve this issue if
we all support each other.
I will tell you what needs to be
said at the press conference.
Namaste.
Instead of focusing
on things I didn't do
I hope you guys
will shed some light
on the things that I have done.
Regardless...
I want to thank all of
you for coming here
at such a short notice.
I will get straight to the point.
These allegations made
against me by the newspapers
are all lies.
After the death of
respected Industry Minister
there were conversations
about me joining the cabinet
which is why my political
rivals are trying to discredit me.
I deny all of the allegations
made against me.
What is he saying?
Namaste Mr. Deshmane.
I am Nitin Dalimkar,
from Dainik Maratha Prabhat.
Sir, we heard that the
woman in the picture...
Is me.
What? That picture is yours?
Yes.
That is a picture of me.
I am the woman in that photo.
But our sources
have told us that--
Somebody has invaded my
husband's privacy and mine--
-But the rumours say that lady...
-I am trying to...
This is an outrageous
breach of privacy.
But madam.
That woman is stage artist
Chandramukhi Jhunarkar.
Me.
Daulat Deshmane's
wife is telling you herself
that she is the
woman in that picture.
The topic ends here.
Mr. Deshmane?
You had a deep relationship with
Chandramukhi Jhunarkar.
You went to Sarang Phata
countless times to watch her dance.
Are you trying to say that
all of these reports are lies?
I don't know who is spreading
these baseless rumours.
That....
Chandra... mukhi?
I have...
truly
never met her.
I cannot remember
if I have ever seen her
singing and dancing.
But just a year ago, you organized
the State Culture award event
where she performed.
And you were present there.
There are even pictures.
Should I show them to you?
So many people
performed at that function.
I probably did attend
as an organizer, but...
the woman you
guys are talking about,
who she is and what she did...
How could I remember that?
It's impossible.
Okay then, why did you go
to Hotel Atlanta last night?
-I mean the stories--
-I will answer your question.
You already know
the Managing Director
of Sinha group of industries,
Indrajit Sinha.
Yes, I do.
He told me that he
needed to discuss
an important issue.
And that is why I
arranged a meeting
at Hotel Atlanta yesterday.
If that's the case,
then why did Mr. Deshmane
leave when he saw the reporters?
Brother, even the Gods
are afraid of reporters.
I am still just an
ordinary politician.
On a serious note,
Mr. Sinha would have been extremely
uncomfortable with
the media attention.
And that is why I had to leave.
You have been accused of rape, sir.
Don't you think even the
charges are too serious?
Of course they are serious.
-And that is why--
-Sorry to interrupt again.
But I will answer
this question as well.
The allegations made
against my husband
are impossible
even in his dreams.
You can take the word of a wife
admitting it to a press conference.
What more proof do you
want of his innocence.
I would like to ask you a question.
Who is this person
making these allegations?
Has she ever stepped forward?
If she has the courage,
then she should show herself
and make these allegations.
Yes. I am right here.
Who is she?
Chandramukhi.
-
Somebody give her a mic.
No...
-Sir, give her a mic.
-Listen.
Let it be.
This voice has been tempered
in the theater.
The first note out of your mouth
should reach the old deaf
man sitting near the exit.
That is what my father taught me.
Mrs. Deshmane is
absolutely correct.
The person who created this mess
should come forward.
Here.
Here I am.
Chandramukhi Umaji Rao Jhunarkar.
Is standing in front of you.
I told you.
Now let's get the questions
and answers done at this stage.
Yes, but you have made
allegations of rape against him.
It is true that I was raped.
I didn't tell a single
soul for so long.
Because when you are hurt
you should learn how to hide it.
That is what young
girls are taught.
But today I am going
to expose those wounds.
Because the bastard who hurt me
deserves to be punished.
And the name of that bastard...
"Your mother will
give you your wedding dress"
"Your love will give you his heart"
"In accordance with tradition"
"The bangles will jangle all night"
Hey! Why you little...
Dada Saheb!
I did nothing of the sort.
This is all a trick
played by this woman.
Why would you listen to her?
She dances for money!
She is lying.
It's all lies.
This woman is lying.
For any woman...
standing in front of a crowd...
and admitting that she was raped
is not an easy task.
Even for someone
who dances for money.
There are many witnesses
who can attest to what he did.
You can ask Lalan aunty
or Mr. Nakhwa.
And last night...
my rapist, this bastard
Nana came to me and said
that you should tell the world
that MP Deshmane raped you.
I will pay you.
And I was unwilling to do so.
So this bastard
threatened to kill my mother.
Uncle.
Hey! Move!
Why do you think
that I will do such a thing?
Mother!
Everyone respects their mother.
All our love comes from her.
Nana is the one who gave her
the State Culture award
and got your mother's photo
printed in the newspapers.
That photo....
can just as easily become the last
thing you have to remember her...
for me.
If you do what I want
then you will be paid
handsomely for it.
No.
No right? Then just do as I say.
You are a smart girl.
Nana.
I was going to go home last night.
My Uncle Batasha even
went to go buy the tickets.
But this piece of shit said
that you can't leave yet Chandra.
You need to let the
final scene of this drama
play out before
you can leave Delhi.
And that is why...
Chandramukhi is
standing here in full makeup
in front of all of you.
So the story behind
this whole drama
ends here.
You people gave this
artist so much respect.
I am extremely grateful.
So in the future...
make some effort
and take a look into our lives.
My talented father who wrote
2 lakh songs in his lifetime
died in poverty.
The woman who danced even
though she was 9 months pregnant
who would go
backstage to give birth,
then cut off her own umbilical cord
and return to the stage
to continue dancing.
Was our own
Vithabai Narayangaonkar.
Maybe you should write about her.
Sant Tukaram's stories were
saved by the Indrayani river.
But Babu Phakkad,
Waghulikar, Punekar.
Uma Babu.
To save the verses
penned by these poets...
how do we make the
Ganga appear to help us?
Maybe you guys
could help save them.
There it is...
All performers have a
habit of monologuing
when they find an audience.
But that's enough for now.
Please excuse me.
Oh my...
the only remaining question...
about the MP...
The truth is that we have
truly never met before.
Am I right?
This is the first time
that we are meeting.
It was a pleasure to meet you.
I have no complaints sir.
The path that we were on
was always going to end like this.
Because of the
controversy, you said...
Chandramukhi who?
Where is she from?
I don't know her.
You did the right thing.
But if you had just said...
that I have heard her sing.
I have seen her...
dance.
She is a good artist.
Then it would feel like...
a forest fire has been
doused by the rain.
Forget it.
I have completed
the request that you made of me.
Your requirement is met.
And Chandra is now exhausted.
"What is this restlessness?"
"I don't understand"
"Your allure calls out to me"
"What is this turmoil?
Why does my heart cry out?"
"I have lost my heart
but she has no idea"
"When I hear that sweet melody"
"My heart is set ablaze"
"My feet have lost their rythm"
"Take me back
my beloved"
"My feet have lost their rythm"
"Take me back
my beloved"
"Why does the bliss of her company
call out to me?"
"This hollow heart
might just stop beating"
"Why does this tangled life
fall apart so easily?"
"Why does the moon
not stay by her side?"
"The pain of our separation
is too much too bear"
"I cannot face the world
without you by my side"
"When I hear that sweet melody"
"My heart is set ablaze"
"My feet have lost their rythm"
"Take me back
my beloved"
"My feet have lost their rythm"
"Take me back
my beloved"