Virat is unable to understand his mother's words, so he questions her again...
Virat:
"(Confused) What do you mean, Mamma? Are books lies?"
Swati:
"(Laughing) No beta, books aren't lies, people are... Let me explain... 100 years ago, in the Land of Warriors..."
100 Years Ago...
There was a massive jungle surrounded by towering hills. Hidden within that forest was a nation called the "Land of Warriors." Every child there was a warrior—the elderly, the youth, and the women alike.
High upon the hills stood the massive fortress of the Land of Warriors, covered in the scars of weapons and marks of bravery.
Inside the fort, the entire population had gathered before their new King. He was only 17 years old, with the first traces of a mustache just beginning to show. Today was the greatest festival of the Land of Warriors—Shastra Pooja (The Worship of Weapons). On this day, everyone in the Land of Warriors worships their Bhavani (Sacred Sword).
The King of the Land of Warriors is about to take his seat on the throne after performing the rituals when the Minister speaks...
Minister:
"Maharaj, the Shastra Pooja is not complete until the Bhavani tastes the blood of the enemy."
King:
"(Smiling) If Maa Bhavani wishes to drink blood, she shall drink the blood of her own sons today."
Minister:
"But Maharaj, that is not how it is done..?"
King:
"Would Maa Bhavani not love the blood of her own children...?"
Saying this, the King draws his sword. Seeing him, the entire crowd standing before him draws their swords as well.
Crowd:
"Jai Bhavani… Jai Bhavani… Jai Bhavani…!"
As they chant the slogan and prepare to slice their palms against the blade's edge, a soldier comes running in...
Soldier:
"Maharaj… Maharaj… we are under attack!"
Hearing this, everyone present begins to laugh. The Minister laughs as well.
Minister:
"(Laughing) You see, Maharaj? Bhavani only drinks the blood of enemies."
King:
"Who has dared to attack us?"
Soldier:
"(Panting) Maharaj… it is General Mahavir Mahendra of Udaipur, and he comes with an army of 50,000."
Hearing this, everyone bursts into loud laughter. The people begin whispering with excitement...
The People:
"I will break my record of 200 today… my previous best was 300..."
In that same crowd, a 15-year-old boy named Ajay speaks to his mother...
Ajay:
"Mamma, if I kill 100 in this war, will you give me Dadaji's Bhavani?"
Ajay's mother strokes his head, laughing with pure love.
Mamma:
"Beta, if you kill even 10, I will give you your Dadaji's Bhavani. But promise me, you will fight this war only by my side...!"
The King silences the crowd and speaks...
King:
"I know your blood is boiling for war. But first, everyone under the age of 15 and over the age of 60 will remain here in the fort. So that even if we die today, our warrior blood remains alive..."
Those under 15 and over 60 head toward the secret passages within the fort to ensure the survival of the warrior lineage. The rest dress in white clothes and tie saffron turbans (Safa) around their heads.
On the other side, the Udaipur army is still unable to break the massive iron gate at the only entrance to the Land of Warriors. The gate is covered in sharp iron spikes that even elephants cannot break through. The General speaks in fury...
Mahavir Mahendra:
"(Angrily) You still haven't broken a simple gate?"
Meanwhile, the King and the people of the Land of Warriors wait for the enemy in the battlefield. They are only 15,000, including women and children, facing an army of 50,000 that has never lost a single war.
Yet, the people of the Land of Warriors are laughing, waiting for the battle to begin. A female warrior mocks the enemy...
Female Warrior:
"(Laughing) Maharaj, it seems they cannot break the gate. With your permission, should we just open it for them?"
Soldier:
"Yes Maharaj, Bhavani should not be kept waiting...!"
Back at the entrance, the Udaipur army is still struggling.
Mahavir Mahendra:
"How much longer will it take? You can't break a single door and you call yourselves warriors..."
Suddenly, two brothers named Veer and Vijay step out from the Udaipur army. They are 6 feet tall, their bodies covered in scars, with a fierce light in their eyes. They stand before the iron gate and speak...
Veer:
"General, command the elephants to strike our chests. We will stand as the shield..."
Mahavir Mahendra:
"(Shocked) Fine, but turn your faces the other way..."
Vijay:
"We are true warriors; we never show our backs to death...!"
Veer:
"A true warrior takes every wound on his chest..."
Saying this, they both begin to smile. The General commands the elephants. The elephants slowly move toward them and ram into their chests.
The sharp iron spikes of the gate pierce through Veer and Vijay's bodies. Their white clothes turn completely red with blood. Even the soil turns red. With Veer and Vijay's sacrifice, the iron gate finally breaks.