Hmm.
You're swaying more than you're massaging my feet.
Forgive me, Aapa.
Delicate like glass but made of stone.
Pardon?
I sold off your child but you're arrogant as ever, hmm?
Two faced witch!
You can't even satisfy your own patron and you think you can keep my Zulfikar's
bed warm.
Remember one thing you are not even worthy of having my leftovers.
Zulfikar Sahab and I have been having an affair from a very long time.
God knows who's having whose left overs.
That was Zulfikar Sahab's son?
That's just as well… Where I'm sending you,
this attitude of yours will be useful.
Before you know it, they'll change you from a tawaif to a whore.
You'll be used by so many men that you'll lose count of them!
By the way how good are you at numbers?
Let me show you.
One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten… Eleven… Twelve…!
Rehana, where are…
Mallika, what have you done?
Before she had a chance to take my life. I decided Rehana Aapa must die.
Ha… Have you lost your mind--?
She was getting suspicious about our relationship.
You'll stand by me, won't you?
-Mallika, you've committed murder! -She stole our son. She took my
imaad away from me as I slept.
I haven't murdered her, I just punished her
You'll stand by me, won't you?
What are you thinking?
Enough, enough…
Zulfiqar, Zulfiqar, we can't stay here
Zulfiqar you have to leave now.
What are you going to do?
Don't worry I'll take care of it! Just leave, just leave go. common
What will you tell everyone? Mallika what are you going to say?
Okay.
Please let me know what happens. I'll be worried about you! Take care
Just leave before someone sees you! You should, you should leave, I'll take care
of it. Go, go!
Aapa!!!!
Satto! Phatto!! Oh my God, look what's happened!
Rehana Aapa has killed herself!
Waheeda khala, my Ammi. What happened to her?
-Fareedan… let's go… Fareedan, let's go! -Rehana Aapa has killed herself…!
Aapa!!!!
How many times do I have to say it? Rehana Aapa took her own life.
I'm completely innocent.
Now if you are done asking me your pointless questions then…
maybe you can order a hookah for the new Huzoor of the Shahi Mahal.
You'll get your hookah when you confess.
Confess what, Mr. Burston?
Zilfikar Sahab, I am so glad you're here… I knew you would--
Nawab Zulfikar please sit
I've been expecting you.
Let her go.
In this file here, I have incriminating evidence against
your mistress and you!
Should I keep it closed or should I…
If Rehana did hang herself…
how come we didn't find any tables or chairs?
We even have fingerprints.
Here you go.
You're innocent.
"We" both are innocent.
Attention, attention, attention! This city is under curfew!
If more than three people are seen together outside…
they will be arrested immediately!
Eh, what are you doing here? Move! Get lost! Go on! Go! You two as well! What?
Move!!
Attention, attention, attention! This city is under curfew! If more than three
people are seen together outside… they will be arrested immediately!
Attention, attention, attention! This city is under curfew!
If more than three people are seen together outside…
they will be arrested immediately!
Attention, attention, attention!
-Let's go, Alam… Alamzeb? Where are you? -Hmm?
Are you dreaming of the man from the poetry recital?
-Are you in love with him? -Alamzeb… Saima!
-Ji, ji? -Are you ready to leave? Hai, hai! These
stupid lights had to go off right now!
You know… it's so dark I almost put food up my nose just now!
Stop laughing, silly girls! And Hurry up! We have to get to khwabgah.
It's Rehana Huzoor's death anniversary! Come, come! Everyone's already left!
We are running late! Come fast!
Alamzeb! Hurry up, Puttar
-Huzoor, please be careful. -Hmm.
It's very dark.
We have more curfews in this city than we have bells in our ghungroos.
One little riot and they called for a curfew they cut off the electricity.
We never have electricity on Rehana Aapa's death anniversary.
Her spirit is so powerful that even an angel's fuse goes out!
Electricity is no match for her!
Aapa! Is it really true that Rehana Khala's spirit lives here in Khwabgah?
A woman's spirit lives on in one's heart, not in a palace.
It was with deep love that Nawab Sammi Ali……
gave this Khwabgah to Rehana Khalajaan.
-Ya Allah! -What happened?
What happened?
Someone pushed me just now.
-Who? -Didn't I always say…
Rehana Appa's spirit lives here?
Quiet, all of you!
We are here for a memorial, not to fool around.
Go on, say your prayers.
The Almighty must be tired of hearing me curse you day and night.
But still I continue to pray that your spirit
never finds its way to heaven Ameen!
If everyone's finished praying, shall we leave?
Huzoor… I'll be staying here from now on… So before you leave…Give me the keys?
How can I? The matter is still in court.
Saami Sahab's widow also claimed this property.
So what?
Keys please!
Once the court decides the case in our favour…
I'll hand the keys over to you. Hmm?
You made the same promise last year. But you never keep your promises…
You make them to break them!
Even a witch spares her own family… but you think nothing of devouring your own!
You're overstepping your boundaries, Khalajaan!
At least I have boundaries Bibbojaan! You and your mother have none whatsoever!
-Please mind your -- -Bibbo!
You both want to rob me of my happiness! You just cannot bear to see me happy!!
No matter what happens, Mallikajaan! I'll take those keys from you one day!
I am going to be Huzoor, mee. And you'll do nothing but watch!
Hayee, hayee these sisters have given me such a headache with all their fighting!
Thank God I'm just Huzoor's maid servant.
If we were sister's she'd fight with me!
But who does Khwabgah really belong to?
To Waheeda Bibi or to Huzoor?
Naa
It belongs to Rehana Aapa's daughter. Fareedan.
What Huzoor did to Fareedan was not at all right.
Hmm.
She tossed the poor child out like she was a fly in her milk!
-Hmm. -Why?
What do you mean why? If she were here, She'd would claim her rights she'd would
-claim Khwabgah she'd be Huzoor! -Hmm.
Is she alive?
My heart says that she is. And that she will return.
And it will be fun to watch when she does!
She'll tear this Shahi Mahal apart, brick by brick!
You know that's not going to happen.
Just like Mallikajaan killed the mother she will kill the daughter too.
Satto Bi? You are talking a lot of nonsense?
Show some respect for Huzoor!
Exactly! Satto, you're too much!
Why'd you get a mistress…
I'm a girl as white and pure as the moon, my lord, why'd you get a mistress
Lajjo Aapa! Tasleem!
-Tasleem, Tasleem, Tasleem, Bibbojaan! -So, Aapa, I was thinking--
how am I looking?
Tell me.
Now what do I say… I came to ask you for this very same sari.
No, no. I wont be able to give you this sari.
This sari was given to me by Zorahwar. It's french georgette.
He says when I wear it, I look like an English Lady. Miss Lajjo, Miss Lajjo!
Miss Lajjo!
He's really madly in love with me. Isn't he?
You know what he got me as a gift?
This priceless Iranian emerald.
And what else?
And these earrings!
Really and?
And last week he even got me an aero plane
Ya Allah, plane?
And how many people will fit in this plane?
Lajjo Aapa…
How much longer are you going to keep lying to yourself?
This saree wasn't given to you by Zorawar Sahab It was ammi,
and those earrings were given by me.
If a few minutes of pretending makes me feel better, what is so wrong with that?
Instead you're keeping count of your gifts!
I'm not counting anything, I'm worried about you!
You spend the whole day in a drunken haze. Sitting all alone at the cafe for
-hours. -I'm Not alone… Zorawar is with me.
Zorawar is never there!
Wali Sahab said he's having an affair with a nawab's daughter. So forget about him,
Aapa!
Please find a new patron for yourself.
Only a tawaif like you would say such a thing.
The love between us is not transactional.
I'm going.
Where?
To meet Zorawar, where else?
-Oh! -Lajjo Aapa!
Aapa… Aapa.
Bibbojaan, Mallikajaan… And 'Jannat-ul-Firdaus, ' Jumman miya?
We had ordered four bottles.
Take these two bottles for now. I'll send you the other two by Friday.
-Don't forget! Or they'll catch my neck! -Where is it? Is this the one?
Don't you worry, Bibi. A new perfume is just arrived. May I show it to you?
-Taufeeq… show her that new perfume please -Ji.
-Ji, thank you.
Ahaa! Welcome, welcome, Nawab Sahab!
-Assalam Walaikum, miya -Adaab… Adaab!
Do you… know this perfume?
Jannat-ul-Firdaus! This is one of our perfumes.
Excellent, now do you know the owner of the handkerchief?
It seems to belong to a beautiful lady.
Why do you say that?
Well, I doubt if someone like me wouldn't fallen for.
By the way, this young beauty's name… starts with a 'T. '
not her name, but her admirer's.
Poor chap's just written one alphabet, help him finish the story.
Tell us where can we find this beauty.
Oh, She could be found in any street in Lahore.
From noble ladies to courtesans everybody in the city wears this perfume.
How many names can I list?
Uh… uh, wh-what's the matter? Uh… Janab! Uh… Nawab Sahab!
Bibi, why did you grab the handkerchief?
I didn't grab it, I took it back!
It belongs to my bibi. And if that gentleman comes back…
you'd better not tell him where we live!
I'm loyal to the Shahi mahal too, my dear.
I wouldn't even tell those nawabs where I live, let alone where you do.
"Everything else has faded away… except your face. "
Whose face?
The one… Who I think I've given my heart to.
Hmm… and your handkerchief too.
Ah, I've been looking for this everywhere! Where was it?
With the same gentleman. He was using your fragrance to look for you at the
-perfumery. -He had Wavy hair?
Hmm.
Wheatish complexion…
Hmm.
-Gorgeous eyes. -Hmm.
You actually saw him!
Hmm.
Oh, your eyes!
Alamzeb, you need to stop being so lovesick!
If Huzoor finds out she'll cut you into pieces!
Love can endure a thousand cuts. True love lives on even after death.
Thoo-thoo-thoo! May death come to your enemies!
Anyway, here, your handkerchief.
I worked so hard to embroider it. And your admirer has ruined my work…
by putting a 'T' on it!
That means his name begins with 'T'! 'T' for Tahir,
'T' for Tauseef, 'T' for Toraab, 'T' for Turaaz,
'T' for Taj… 'T' for Tajdar?
Tajdar!
Alamzeb!
Alamzeb…
Tajdar!
Ammi!
Not Ammi… Aapa!
I'm not going to repeat this again and again.
If a girl as tall as a giraffe calls me Ammi,
then what value will I have left in the market?
Do you really envy my youth and my beauty that much… Ammi?
Khalajaan?
What on earth are you doing?
If Huzoor finds out you've been binding your daughter's chest, she's going to--
She's my daughter… I'll do as I wish.
You only have one child. The least you can do is hold her close to your heart.
If only she had a heart… maybe then she'd hold me close.
She has a tongue like a snake! Whenever she opens her
mouth she spews venom!
Khaalajaan!
Tying up her chest won't tie down her dreams.
Tolerating cruelty is as bad as being cruel Shama.
Don't be afraid. I'll speak to Huzoor about this… alright?
No, Aapa.
This battle is mine. I will fight it myself
Saba darling, I swear I haven't been to Heeramandi in two months. Ask them!
Look, I promise you, I will go nowhere near the women of Heeramandi
-again. -One more thing…
Tell me.
I will only agree to marry you after I have that Russian diamond on my finger.
Your Highness, I've already ordered the 25-carat diamond…
In fact I've also--
Lajjo, what are you doing here?
What do you mean, what am I doing here?
I can't go a day without seeing your face.
You haven't come in for so many nights, why?
-I was going to, but… -But?
But I…
Bibbojaan was telling the truth…
You're having an affair with the Nawab's daughter, aren't you?
Wait let me take a good look at her.
I am not having an affair.
Saba Rehmani and I are going to get married
very soon, She is going to be my wife,
Then we're getting married too, aren't we? Marry me…
You are going to marry me as well.
For the first time… two brides will pledge their vows to the same nawab.
Where shall we go for our honeymoon?
London?
Paris?
Let's go outside and talk, hmm?
-Come let's go outside. -Saba, congratulations to you!
Come, come outside.
-So when is are our wedding? -Don't worry Ustaad ji
will tell you everything
I have so many things prepare for!
-Of course! Of course, you have to! -You see, I can't be
wearing the same outfit as her.
-Right Right…please… -Are we going to be flying by aero plane?
Sure, whatever you wish
You see I've never been on…
What kind of joke is this?
Zorawar?
Aee, Zorawar!
Zorawar bhai, is everything alright?
Everything's fine. Are you okay?
Zorawar?
Hey, Zorawar!
Saba!
I'm… I'm sorry about this. -these Heeramandi women are
really strange. -Zorawar?
She's had so much to drink, she lost her mind.
Zorawar! Zorawar!!
My little girls looks absolutely beautiful.
May I take this jewelry off now?
Let me admire you a little longer?
This jewelry will now only be put on you on the day of your initiation.
I don't want to do this initiation ceremony
Jewellery worth five lakhs… audacity worth ten.
Uttam Kashi… Do you have anything else to show us?
Uh… Ji, Huzoor.
Here, take a look. A rare diamond from the mines of Russia.
This will add the perfect touch to her whole ensemble.
Now this is a real diamond
Uh, that one's sold. It just has to be delivered.
Who bought it?
Nawab Zorawar.
He's ordered it for his wife to be.
Nawab Sahab's getting married and he didn't even tell you?
Ustad ji did come with an invitation. To dance at the weeding.
Are you going to dance at his ceremony? You are going to be humiliated.
Let her go, Bibbo.
Now that her heart has been broken.
She's finally a real tawaaif
No, Ammijaan!
Lajjo Aapa won't dance at that ceremony, I'll go instead
Why are you always so jealous of me?
He is my patron… she is my rival… and you want to perform? Absolutely not!
I will be so beautifully dressed… that the Qazi might mistakenly ask me…
"Lajwanti… do you accept Zorawar Sahab as
your husband now and forever? "
"I do. "
You have some nerve, Uttam Kashi…
You are trying to turn this cheap little pebble into Shahi Mahal's crowning glory?
We have a tradition here. A courtesan must never find
herself in a bridal veil… or a yellow diamonds.
Zorawar!
Saif Siddiqui!
Congratulations on your wedding!
Alhamdulillah!
You could not have found a better bride my friend!
-Well done! -Bravo!
I'm very happy today! That you have finally married.
From today your philandering days are over!
Do nawabs ever give up their philandering?
Bhaijaan, Lajjojaan is here. What should we do?
-Right, right, absolutely right. -Yes, bhaijaan, true. Very true.
-Send her in. -Yes, bhaijaan.
My friends! Should we begin the celebrations!
-Of course! Of course! Of course! -Let's go common.
Come… Come.
-Where are you taking him? -Come.
You've asked Lajjojaan to dance at your wedding tonight.
I hope she doesn't create a scene.
Innocent is my heart
Let it be broken
Oh, naive is my heart
Let it be broken
To sorrow let my life
Oh, God
To sorrow let my life
Now be wedded
Be wedded
Innocent is my heart, let it be broken
Innocent is my heart, naive is my heart, oh
Your name is held in high regard
Of high stature, of great standing
I dwell in deep disgrace
Let me be abandoned, let me be bereft
Innocent is my heart, let it be broken
Naive is my heart, let it be broken
To sorrow let my life
Now be wedded, be wedded
Naive is my heart, let it be broken
Naive…
Lajjo…
You know, don't you?
There's a tradition in Heeramandi…
that no tawaif can ever leave a mehfil without finishing her mujra
Go.
Finish your mujra.
Go!
You know there was a time when even if the Nawaab's could not appreciate our pain,
they could at least appreciate our performance's.
Anyway… She was six years old, when I took her under my care.
That's why all her short comings and mistakes are not her fault.
They are my
feelings
And she made the biggest mistake of all.
In spite of being a courtesan she fell in love.
I've come to ask forgiveness for that mistake, Nawab Sahab.
I forgive you, leave
I have apologized for her mistake.
Now you need to apologize for your disgraceful behavior too…
Only then will we leave.
Do you expect me to apologize to a lowly tawaif?
It's her good fortune that I'm being rude to her!
She, who is not fit to enter through my door has been allowed to enter my bed.
She should consider herself lucky… that I chose to raise my hand on her!
Even when Nawab Zorawar Ali Khan beats you with his shoe, that shoe is made of gold,
Mallikajaan!
No decency nor decorum. There is nothing remotely nawab like about you.
You are humiliating my child in front of everyone
Humiliation was written into her fate by you.
What could possibly be more humiliating than to be raised in Heeramandi?!
Being born in Heeramandi and that humiliation has been written in your fate.
Remember your place and speak tawaif!
Qutubuddin!
Will you tell him my true place or shall I tell him?
Mallikajaan, I have one request. This is a joyous occasion.
Please remain silent today.
For 26 years I've remained silent!
I'm done
You're very proud of your noble blood, aren't you, Zorawar?
Then listen…
You were conceived… in a flesh market.
Your ancestry… goes back to a kotha.
Your blood… is that of a tawaif.
You… are the illegitimate son of the courtesan Mallikajaan.
Mallikajaan!
A real man is one… who raises his eyes to a woman with respect.
But you raised your hand
That is a serious accusation you made against my family!
What proof could you possibly have that I am your son?
You want proof ask your Abbujaan
Or better still ask your Ammijaan
How Qutubuddin came to Heeramandi and took my infant son away from me twenty
six years ago.
Even now… not a single night has gone by…
when the thought of you hasn't made me weep.
All these years, I mourned the loss of my son.
But from now on, I'll mourn that I have one.
Lajjo…
I appreciate your great love for him.
Look at him for the last time to your heart's content.
You've had too much to drink.
Iqbal, what are you doing drive carefully.
Sorry Huzoor, sorry! Bloddy idiot, common.
Lajjo, are you alright? Lajjo?
Lajjo… Lajjo?
L… La… Lajjo?
Iqbal… Iqbal, drive faster.
What happened, Huzoor?
Our Lajjo has passed away!
Move, move, move out of the way.
There is none worthy of worship but Allah, and Muhammad is the messenger of Allah.
God is Great, God is Great.
I bear witness that there is none worthy of worship but Allah.
This is the aftermath of a courtesan falling in love.
-Muhammad is the messenger of Allah. -Waheeda, that ring is
still on her finger.
Ji.
It's almost dawn. Should we bathe the body?
-Ashhadu anna Muhammadar Rasulullah. -It's time for her to depart, Aapa.
A tawaif doesn't depart, she becomes free.
Men fight for their freedom and tawaif's… die for it.
And freedom should never be mourned
It should should celebrated
Congratulations on your freedom, Lajjo!
Congratulations on your freedom, Lajjo.
Congratulations.
We want to know what freedom looks like
Whatever it takes, we need to know
We want to know what freedom looks like
Whatever it takes, we need to know
We want to know what freedom looks like
Whatever it takes, we need to know
We want to know what freedom looks like
Whatever it takes, we need to know
We want to know what freedom looks like
My condolences.
Recognize me?
The spitting image of Rehana Aapa.
Same eyes, same face.
My Fareedan.
Yes… your Fareedan.
What brings you here?
I was thinking about my childhood so I came
I was only nine years old when you sold me off.
Even after so long, my hatred for you has brought me back to your threshold.
That was the threshold of Shahi Mahal…
And this is the wall that guards it.
You may have crossed the threshold… but you will never cross the wall.
Old walls are never meant to be crossed over. They're meant to be torn down.
Fareedan, this is not the time to talk about such…
This is my Ammi's ring
She wore it all the time
There's so much to take back.
And I'm starting with this.
I came to attend one funeral… I'll arrange another one very soon.
That's a promise.