Enter into a duel
or accept defeat! - Duryodhan, defeat...
Calm down!
Lord!
All the princes would return to Hastinapur tomorrow.
You have to arrange for a celebration.
Celebrate about what?
Gandhari, only victory can be celebrated.
Not failure.
And today, I have been defeated.
Defeated!
But lord, the princes of Hastinapur have been victorious.
The subjects always like celebrations.
But when my son returns
on hearing praises on the paths of Hastinapur
what would be his plight, Gandhari?
When the subjects sing praises about Pandu's sons
how would my Duryodhan tolerate it?
I...
I am blind. But my son is not.
In the lamps lighted on the doorsteps of the subjects
he would see all his desires on fire, Gandhari.
All the desires.
If one dislikes the image seen in the mirror
then the mirror isn't at fault.
Instead, the appearance is at fault.
The subjects are like the mirror.
Whatever the subjects portray is the truth.
The truth about us and Duryodhan is that
as the heir to the throne
only Yuddhistir has the authority.
How would he agree to it?
How would he?
How would my Duryodhan sacrifice
his dream to become the king?
How would he bow his head before Yuddhistir?
How would he?
Yuddhistir, let's decide right now
between us.
Who is the strongest? Who is destined to win?
I consider a duel with you as a defeat, Duryodhan.
A fight between the princes of the Kuru dynasty
isn't appropriate.
When two logs of wood are rubbed
it results in fire.
And all the woods
burn down to ashes.
I don't need a preaching. I need a result.
The throne of Hastinapur belongs to me.
You must either take an oath
that you sacrifice the throne of Hastinapur
or fight a duel.
I take an oath... - Brother!
Do not take an oath which would hurt our father's soul.
Duryodhan, I take an oath.
Whatever king Dhrithrashtra decides
I will agree with it.
To make a promise other than this
would be like deceiving the subjects of the Kuru dynasty.
And the decision of king Dhrithrashtra is
that his son
be coronated on the throne of Hastinapur.
And that will surely happen.
'Hastinapur.'
'Panchaal.'
'Dhrupad will himself'
'perform the rituals towards Ashwathama.'
'Dhrupad will himself'
'coronate Ashwathama on the throne.'
'I return the half of the divided kingdom to you.'
'You have no son of your own, anyway.'
Father... - Everything is ruined.
The way in which age old trees get destroyed in a forest fire...
In the same way, an ancient kingdom...
The popularity of which could embarrass even the Gods.
The grand valour of the ancestors...
Everything is ruined...
Everything is ruined!
If there is a forest fire
it only makes the land more fertile, father.
More trees grow on the same land.
I am sure there would come a time again
when Panchaal's flag of victory
will be hoisted on the palace of Hastinapur.
Who will bring such a time?
Who will bring such times?!
Would you?!
You are a helpless woman.
Would you be fighting a war against those ace warriors?
You were defeated in the very first attack!
You haven't witnessed the potentials of Pandu's sons.
Haven't you heard the sound of Arjun's bow string?
I felt like
it was Lord Indra's weapon.
They are undefeatable.
Would you raise your weapons before them?
Would you point your weapons at them?!
Yes, father.
Time defeats the greatest of warriors.
But time cannot defeat me.
Father, I cannot die
until I kill Bhishma.
You know that very well.
These talks are futile, Shikandini.
I do not agree that you have been blessed by Lord Shiva!
I was a fool
to consider you as a potential resource.
Shikandini, one cannot apply turmeric on silver ornaments
and turn them into gold.
You are useless to me.
Go, Shikandini!
You are useless to me.
Only a perfect son
is greater than a mighty and well-equipped army.
Until I do not attain a son
I will consider myself childless!
I need a son
who can behead Drona.
Who can sit on the throne of Hastinapur
and rule.
A competition?
What kind of competition, father?
Sire Bhishma and
the chief minister termed it as a competition.
We do not agree to it.
Dushasan is right, father.
Tomorrow, you have to announce at the royal court
that your son will be your heir.
How would I, son?
Show me a way. How would I?
You can give a mere reason.
Even if your prove that Dhrupad or Drona cheated you
I will immediately declare you as my heir, son.
What are you saying, father?
What is the need to look for a solution?
You are the king!
When the sun rises, the moon and the stars have to fade.
No one has the authority to speak before the king.
Son, a king is independent.
He cannot be partial, though.
I cannot decide as I wish, son.
When you have no doubts over the superiority of the Pandavas'
how can I make the subjects doubt over it?
This means, you will announce Yuddhistir as the King tomorrow.
Father, I believed you.
I wouldn't agree to it at any cost.
At court, if you declare Yuddhistir as the King
then I would revolt. - No! Don't you do that, son.
Don't do that.
If you revolt, then... - Then?
You would appoint an army against me.
I know that.
The king who doesn't punish the one who revolts
he has to renounce his kingdom.
Father.
Would you declare a war against your sons?
Charcoal is born out of fire.
But even then, if charcoal falls into fire
it's the duty of the fire
to burn it into ashes.
'Hail the sons of Pandu! - Hail!'
Father, you can continue with your rightful duties.
The chance is standing right in your courtyard!
But you must mark my words.
At court, if you declare Yuddhistir as the King
I will destroy the honour and respect of Hastinapur. - No!
That's a promise. - No...
Duryodhan!
Duryodhan...
Duryodhan!
Duryodhan.
Greetings, King.
We have been victorious, thanks to your blessings.
We have fulfilled our duty towards our teacher.
Bless you.
Your deed must have pleased
your teacher, Drona. Am I right?
Greetings, your highness. - Bless you.
Congratulations on winning the competition.