History immortalises people,
and the mention of wars and emperors immortalizes history.
But very few substances leave a mark in history.
And, with your grace, this will be one such thing.
This is made with a mixture of saltpetre, charcoal and sulphur.
And how will this help us in the war?
Take this, Prince.
Toss it in the fire and step back.
And wait for its splendour.
Stand back!
Be careful, Prince.
This is gunpowder.
Your best soldier.
And look at that.
I will train your army overnight to use these.
It's been 18 years and not a moment has passed
when I haven't thought of making amends for my mistake.
And then, some time ago, I learnt that you're marching towards Hindustan.
God gave me another chance to prove my loyalty to you.
I served in the Turkish army for five years.
That's where I came across this gunpowder.
They call it "heaven-shaking thunder."
This will win the war for you.
How can you say that, Mother?
Why? Did I say something wrong?
The entire kingdom knows Babur and Humayun aim for an impossible victory.
They're headed for suicide.
How long will you rule like a supervisor?
Kabul belongs to you alone.
Embrace its throne and declare your kingship.
And let them know too.
Them?
It's my father and brother you're talking about.
Don't be foolish.
If you want to be a king, think like one.
If Humayun were in your place, he'd do the same.
And if you weren't my mother, I don't know how I'd have punished you.
Don't compel me to choose between my loved ones, Mother,
for I shall choose what's right.
Alas, you're not right.
Get three sacks from there.
And keep two sacks here, okay?
Get three sacks from there, okay?
Be careful. They're heavy.
Although it took 18 years,
I now feel I'm finally moving in the right direction.
You took my words so seriously
that you chose a direction completely opposite from me.
Your word is my command.
I did think of returning at times,
but my guilt didn't let me.
I forgave your offence long ago.
I've committed bigger sins, my friend.
Sins that deserve no forgiveness.
Wazir Khan always taught me
everything is fair on the battlefield.
And I erroneously used his teaching...
against him.
Wazir Khan was like my father.
I know.
His face looms over my eyes every single moment.
It reminds me of my mistake.
The shame of my actions will never leave me.
Wazir Khan was like my father.
I shall never forgive myself.
But if you forgive me,
perhaps my conscience will be at ease.
Babur. Babur!
Sire.
Your father's dream
shall soon come true.
Both he and I
are proud of you, Babur.
You stand at the threshold of Hindustan.
This is the time
to just move forward.
Others chose your path for you
to fulfil your destiny,
And you had no choice but to tread those paths.
I'm aware of that.
And those paths caused you immense pain.
I'm aware of that too.
But the ones who love you
and those whom you love,
hold no grudges against them.
Forgive them.
Be it your grandmother for her choices
or Qasim for his mistakes.
Forgive them.
And when you're done forgiving everyone,
do me a favour too.
Forgive yourself, Babur.
Life unfolded exactly how it was meant to.
Nothing was your fault.
This is God's will.
Remember that.
There is no bigger strength than forgiveness
and without strength
there is no emperor.
If you do this for my sake,
I'll feel
the purpose of my life was achieved.
Understand?
Tomorrow's war is dedicated to you.
Fire!
Attack!
Move! Move ahead faster!
Attack!
Load the trebuchets!
Go! Hurry up!
Humayun.
Sire!
We are unable to fight them.
We must retreat.
No!
Sire!
Humayun!
Trample him!
-Light this up! -Please stop, sire.
-Move! -The barrel is destroyed.
The backfire will kill us all.
It doesn't matter. Move back.
-Please stop. -Everyone, move back!
Humayun!
-Long live... -Emperor Babur!
I wasn't that angry, Qasim, for you to go so far away.
Abu'l-Nasir Muhammad.
Allah graced his destiny with victory.
-And ours too. -Amen.
Amen.
Gulrukh.
You don't seem too happy?
When one is overjoyed within, it seldom shows on the outside.
I am very happy.
Another boy added to the long list of Mirza warriors.
And another challenger to the throne.
Anyway, I was referring to Babur's victory.
Which wife wouldn't be happy about her husband's victory?
Then, perhaps you're sad about leaving Kabul.
This is your home.
You may stay back if you like.
We will coronate Kamran as the king of Kabul.
Kamran is the Emperor's son.
And I'm the Emperor's wife.
I'll live wherever the Emperor lives.
Thank you for understanding my love for Kabul.
Forgive me, I must prepare for the journey.
She thinks my son and I will be sidelined easily.
Kamran is my son.
Nobody has the right to jeopardise his fate.
No one but Allah can control fate, Mother.
That's right.
Hence, upon reaching Hindustan,
you shall prove your worth day and night
and convince your father that the future of Hindustan
will remain safe only in your hands.
That is your destiny.
Mother...
you're testing my patience again.
Father, Humayun and I
can't be divided by throne and power.
And don't forget that Humayun is older than me.
Just by a few months.
And you don't forget that you're true royal blood
-and Humayun is a half-breed. -Mother!
You're blinded by all this!
All you see is the throne and power.
I see you and your future.
As your mother, it's my duty to think about it.
Before I begin to hate your desire for the throne,
let's end the matter.
Hate?
Hate your father if you must,
for he thinks only about Humayun.
He chose to take Humayun to war
and left you here to keep watch.
It's not me but you who's blind,
for you cannot see that your father doesn't consider you worthy
but a coward.
By sending Humayun to the war,
it was you who made Kamran the king here.
Because Hindustan was just a dream then.
But now, to ensure that the crown of a huge empire like Hindustan
rests on Kamran's head, I need to make bigger moves,
even at the cost of sacrificing relations.
Sacrifice blood relations?
History bears witness that no relation is bigger than the empire.
Kamran will never agree, my Lady.
He will.
When it comes to the throne, nobility always loses.
Sooner or later, Kamran's goodness will bow down to the throne.
You upheld grandmother's faith in you, Babur.
This is your destiny.
I've postponed my coronation until Humayun gets better.
Where is Humayun, Father?
Your brother is still recovering from his battle wounds.
I want to meet him.
Brother.
Welcome to Hindustan.
Now this palace feels like home.
I am proud of you, brother.
Tales of you fighting Lodhi are doing the rounds all over Kabul.
Get well soon and tell me everything in detail.
I missed you many times while fighting.
Then I thought it's a battlefield
and soft-hearted people can't survive here.
It's good you were in Kabul.
That was father's decision, not mine.
- Or I-- - Don't take offence.
I am joking.
Or showing off about having gone to war?
Talking of showing off.
I killed so many people in the war
that now you lag way behind me, Kamran.
You won't be able to match up now.
Enough now.
Stop bickering like children.
Yes, Mother.
Forgive me.
Me too.
Get well soon.
We have to make arrangements for Father's coronation.
I came to Hindustan to reduce the distance between us.
But I guess the distance has grown.
Lady Maham...
come.
You used to sense the sound of my footsteps.
Now I stand before you,
yet you didn't notice.
I can't decide
whether it's time to celebrate or mourn.
Today you should be proud of yourself
like I am.
How do I feel proud?
By opening the doors to Hindustan,
did I rouse the devil of greed and power
that will devour my children?
As an emperor
and a father, you fulfilled your duties well.
We can only raise our children well,
not write their destiny.
Forgive me, my Lady.
Nobody is allowed to meet the Emperor.
Does the Emperor's wife need permission to see him?
The Emperor is with the Empress of Hindustan right now.
Empress of Hindustan?
Brother, Hindustan is so different from Kabul, right?
Indeed.
Mother?
Is everything all right?
What's the matter, Mother?
My being or not being makes no difference.
So, my suffering has no bearing.
Who has hurt my mother?
I have loved my husband deeply,
but I could never win his heart.
Despite coming all the way to Hindustan, he hasn't even greeted me.
Wonder what spell Maham has cast.
Mother...
you know Lady Maham is not like that.
When my son,
my own blood,
shows more loyalty to Maham,
how can I blame others?
But remember, Kamran,
just like me, you mean nothing to your father.
Your father will always choose Humayun over you.
That's when you'll understand
how it feels to be neglected by your loved ones.
I'm glad the wounds are healing.
Greetings, Father.
Brother.
Where have you been so early in the morning?
Getting a feel of Hindustan.
Interesting country.
So full of colours,
so many new things,
a variety of people.
Father.
Kamran is turning into a poet.
Kamran reminds me of my father.
Same mannerisms
and equally soft-hearted.
To become an emperor,
you need courage and toughness.
Careful, brother.
If the hand wielding a sword gets weak,
courage and toughness will do no good.
Empress, anything else?
The Emperor will be here soon.
You both may leave.
Zaheera!
Safiya?
Zaheera!
This sudden wind.
It's a sign of an impending storm.
This storm may destroy our children.
Together, Humayun and Kamran can face any storm.
You and your benevolence.
Anyway, I came to meet with the Emperor.
Perhaps he's in the court.
Any message?
At least don't take away my right to pass on a message to my husband.
-What are you-- -I was the princess of Kabul.
I got him that throne,
and my army got him Hindustan.
But the title of Empress of Hindustan was bestowed upon you,
a village commoner.
Gulrukh!
I don't fear you or your punishment, Emperor.
Now that the pain of your injustice has reached my lips.
I'd rather express it.
I got nothing from you except injustice.
But I won't let the same happen to my son.
This is what I came to tell you.
You are to name your heir tomorrow,
and Kamran is the rightful heir
because he's not a half-breed but of true royal blood.
Rights are earned by merit,
not by begging or seizing.
Come to the court to hear my decision tomorrow.
Emperor of Hind, Zahir ud-Din Muhammad Babur!
-Long live... -Emperor Babur!
I'm returning what belongs to you, Father.
Please accept it.
The Kohinoor diamond.
I hereby present it to the Emperor of Hindustan.
People who've come from Kabul
and those living here in Hindustan,
I welcome you to my empire
and a new era.
With God as my witness,
I vow to govern my people
with justice, fairness and equality.
-Long live... -Emperor Babur!
As per our long-standing tradition,
I need to name my heir to Hindustan.
Humayun Mirza...
step forward.
Kamran Mirza...
step forward.
Rights are earned by merit.
You both are worthy heirs who make the Emperor of Hindustan proud.
Choosing one of you in haste is difficult.
Hence, I request this court for a fortnight's time.
On the next new moon,
the name of my heir
shall be announced.
-Long live... -Emperor Babur!