My subjects of Ayodhya, today is an auspicious day indeed.
The wicked act of slander
had engulfed the entire Kosala kingdom.
That evil power has been slayed today.
Devi Sita
gets the credit for that.
[triumphant music plays]
Sita, as a queen,
vanquished the evil forces troubling the kingdom of Ayodhya,
and, as a woman,
restored the dignity of women.
Sita wielded a sword against the rakshasa
and made sacrifices for the subjects of Ayodhya.
Sita would have
easily refused to go into exile,
but she chose a difficult path.
Sita accomplished the difficult feat
of upholding the honour of Raghukul
and preserving the dignity of the women of the Kosala kingdom.
Both Raghukul
and Ayodhya will forever be indebted to Sita for this.
- Hail Siyaram! - Hail Siyaram!
[song playing]
[ominous music plays]
Wake up, Pingalaksha!
Your penance has been completed.
How long will you hide
from both humans and deities?
Pingalaksha, end your penance!
Use the boon given to you by Lord Agni
and save the honour of your clan!
How could you determine the length of my penance?
My penance won't end...
Until you have the chance to avenge the murders
of your grandmother and father.
Yes.
This is my life's only goal.
So, please wake up.
I'm here to help you achieve that goal.
I've come to help you exact revenge
on Rama, who killed
your grandmother, Tataka, and your father, Subahu!
[arrow piercing through]
Rama killed your grandmother and your father.
He destroyed your life.
I'm giving you a chance to exact revenge.
[dramatic music playing]
[explosion]
[theme song playing]
[theme song concludes]
Son Rama, this generation of Ayodhya
and the next generation
wish for just one thing.
A grand event to celebrate the reunion of Siya and Rama.
Will you fulfil their wish?
'Yes, we want to celebrate.'
'- That's right. Let's celebrate. - That's right. Let's celebrate.'
- We want to have a grand event. - We want to have a grand event.
[exhilarating music playing]
The queen of Ayodhya and my mother
has returned to Ayodhya.
Ayodhya appears complete today.
We must organise a grand event.
- Yes, we want a grand event! - Yes, we want a grand event!
[exhilarating music playing]
My sons, I promise to organise a grand event.
The entire town of Ayodhya,
all of humankind, and the whole country will celebrate this event.
This is a celebration of Siya and Rama's reunion,
as well as the establishment of equality between men and women.
It symbolises equal rights for women.
Ayodhya is overjoyed right now. The subjects must be celebrating.
However, we will
ruin their happiness.
We'll turn their celebration into mourning.
It's impossible to defeat Rama and his army in a battle.
How will you bring his sons outside Ayodhya?
Leave it to me.
You'll get that chance very soon.
Just get your army ready.
[wind whooshing]
I can't trust someone who is responsible
for her clan's ruination.
Just remember this!
If anything goes wrong,
Shurpanakha, my fire weapon will turn you to ashes.
Rama, let's invite all the kings, emperors,
sages, and ascetics to this grand celebration of your reunion.
This event should be so grand
that the whole world remembers it for ages.
Sure. Please invite everyone.
Father.
Father, we will invite the king of Mithila in person.
Sure, son.
But this time, you'll invite your grandfather,
instead of the king of Mithila.
So, it's decided.
Ayodhya will see a grand event on the full moon day.
A celebration of the removal of inequality between men and women,
and the annihilation of evil powers.
Hail Siyaram!
- Hail Siyaram! - Hail Siyaram!
Father!
Please hurry up and leave.
[suspenseful music playing]
[whispering]
"I bow down to Shiva."
[conch shell playing]
Are both of you ready to leave for Mithila?
"I bow down to Shiva."
- Please ask her. I won't ask. - Hmm.
What's the matter?
Why are all of you here?
Mother, we all wish to eat delicious food
prepared by you before we leave.
However, you're staying here.
Our poor brothers have been waiting for years
to taste the food prepared by you.
Please come to me.
Guru Vashishtha commanded
that your father and I
ascend the throne of Ayodhya
on the auspicious day of the waxing moon.
I can't go there before that.
I must stay here.
You're living like a forest-dweller instead of enjoying the family life.
[vocalising]
Son, if I don't take on
the responsibilities as the queen of Ayodhya,
I have no right
to enjoy the comforts
that come with that position.
I must wait
for 16 'prahars', or two days.
We were eager to eat food prepared by you.
We heard a lot about your culinary skills.
How will we wait for two days
when we can't even wait for a moment?
'I'll tell you.'
- Hanuman! - Hanuman!
[joyful music playing]
I can resolve this dilemma.
I have a unique solution
to help you pass the time
and enhance the joy of eating the food prepared by Mother.
[joyful music playing]
[sinister music plays]
[groaning]
[clanking]
[ominous music plays]
[moaning]
[panting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[water splashing]
[whispering]
'Rama,'
'you may kill me,'
'but not my thoughts.'
Every drop of my blood has hatred...
'Slander and sin empower me.'
Until even a drop of my blood...
'As long as my blood flows through this man,'
'I won't be defeated.'
I'll use my dark powers...
'Through this innocent man...'
I'll hatch a conspiracy and draw a line of constraint.
'If Siya and Rama cross that line,'
'they'll never reunite.'
As long as the thought of Sahasramukharavana is prevalent...
'Sita will never regain'
'her lost reputation.'
I have heard
that in Ayodhya, we get answers
to our questions rather than punishment.
'Rama, you'll surely resolve the confusion'
'of a subject of Ayodhya.'
You'll definitely answer their question.
'A question'
'that will separate you and Sita again!'
We'll transform the joy of this reunion
into mourning.
[chortling]
Children, look. I brought you two solutions.
The first solution is that
you all can go to Mithila along with Luv and Kush.
- Mithila? - Mithila!
What about the second solution?
I learned
the second solution from Mother Sita.
Please take it.
Here you are. Everyone, please take it.
What is this, Hanuman?
This won't give us the taste of the food prepared by Mother Sita.
Please don't eat it.
You must write the names of the delicacies you want to eat on it.
Please make a list of food items you want Mother to prepare.
- A list! - A list!
My mother can cook
a number of delicacies.
You'll become confused
while making the list.
So I suggest you all
go to Mithila with Luv and Kush.
You will easily pass your time
and have enough time to make the list.
[laughing]
Hanuman, they are delicate princes.
Their appetite can't be compared to yours.
They can't make a list as long as yours,
even if they roam the entire universe, let alone Mithila.
One delicacy for each of them will be enough.
That's untrue. We're the princes of the Kosala kingdom
and the nephews of Shri Rama.
We don't back out after accepting a challenge.
Hanuman, just wait and see.
This feast will be more famous and successful than yours.
[mellow music playing]
May you have a long life.
Please bow down to your grandfather on my behalf.
Sure, Mother. We'll bow down to the king of Mithila.
Kush!
Why do you call your grandfather "the king of Mithila"?
Call him "Grandfather".
[sinister music plays]
[ominous music plays]
Beware! Luv and Kush are leaving Ayodhya.
Didn't I tell you that it's time to exact revenge?
And that you'll soon get a chance.
They have left for Mithila,
but they won't reach there.
- Charge! - No!
It's futile to kill them here.
The world will think
that some asuras killed them to exact revenge.
Our revenge will be completed
if we kill them before their family members.
We must kill them in front of Janaka who gave refuge to Sita,
born of the earth, and welcomed her into his life.
Only then will the lost honour
of the asuras and our terror
be restored in this world.
[horses neighing]
Son, please go and eat food. I'll join you soon.
Look! I bought some rare flowers.
They give aroma for half a month without shrivelling up.
I bought these when I came across them.
We will gift these to King Rama and Queen Sita during the event.
Our modest gift will adorn their feet. Right?
[whispering]
"Give this to me. Your life will be spared."
We must give them a gift.
- Right? - Yes.
But not these flowers.
[grunting]
What are you up to? What's wrong with you?
You're talking about Rama and Sita,
who don't deserve sacred and aromatic flowers,
but a garland of thorns!
[whispering]