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While people in other parts of the world fought for their survival,

in India, a mighty civilization was being forged.

A place where people of all faiths lived like one family.

But this temple soon fell victim to aggressive invasions.

In the 16th century, after winning the battle of Panipat,

the Mughal Empire's flag soared high over the throne of Delhi.

In those dark times, countless rulers and kingdoms fought for survival.

For the next century, no one in India

could bring down the might of the Mughal Empire.

In the 17th century,

the most powerful, ruthless, and merciless Mughal Emperor,

Aurangzeb, sat on the throne,

imposing unimaginable tyranny.

But whenever terror and cruelty rise on earth,

a great soul is born to protect it.

And that fated moment dawned,

when the very essence of Goddess Bhavani and Lord Shiva

was born from the womb of Mother Jijau,

within the family of Shahajiraje Bhonsle.

Har Har Mahadev!

The one to protect this land from the atrocities of Aurang,

the one who ignited the flame of Swarajya

and founded the Maratha Empire,

was none other than the great hero of this land...

Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj!

His fight was never against any religion.

His struggle was against oppression and tyranny.

Fearing his growing power,

Aurang launched numerous attacks on Swarajya,

but every time, he was defeated.

Swarajya!

If anyone on this earth could challenge Aurangzeb and his merciless empire,

it was the lion of the Deccan,

the brave, the valiant...

Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

RED FORT

From Bengal, Shaista Khan sends a royal gift, my Lord.

In the war in Tibet, the Mughals

have emerged victorious, Your Majesty.

- Wonderful! - Amazing!

- Superb! - Wonderful!

- Amazing! - Superb!

May the Lord's greatness continue to ascend!

We have received urgent news from the Deccan, Your Majesty.

The Shiva of the Deccan,

the Chhatrapati of the Marathas,

has passed on to the afterlife!

- Glory be to Allah! - Glory be to Allah!

- Glory be to Allah! - Glory be to Allah!

Upon hearing this,

I can already imagine the Mughal flag

soaring over Hindustan!

- Let it be so. - Let it be so.

- Let it be so. - Let it be so.

With Shivaji's demise,

the Deccan will inevitably fall under our empire's control!

- Let it be so. - Let it be so.

- Let it be so. - Let it be so.

While imprisoned in Agra,

he managed to escape

both death and Your Majesty's grasp.

Since then,

we have failed to conquer the Deccan.

At last,

Your Majesty's only unfulfilled dream has been realized today.

- Let it be so. - Let it be so.

- Let it be so. - Let it be so.

My eager ears still long for good news, yet none comes, even today.

A foe like Siva...

comes once in a lifetime.

Oh, Allah, this grievance with You shall linger in my heart forever!

Keep the gates of heaven wide open...

the lion is coming!

Celebrate!

Make the poor people rich!

Celebrate the fall of the Maratha Empire!

- Let it be so. - Let it be so.

BURHANPUR JANUARY 1681

Sire Khan Zamaan,

the taxes collected from the non-Muslims

are quickly filling the treasury!

- Wow! - That's amazing!

Since Shivaji's death, people, gripped by fear for their lives,

are willingly offering us their wealth!

Glory be to Allah!

Glory be to Allah!

Glory be to Allah!

That's why I'm getting a massage, Kakkad!

My bones are stiff from a lack of movement!

Unfortunately,

there's been no battle

or pillaging lately.

May God keep your strong body fit and healthy, Sire!

Burhanpur is like a gold mine, Sire!

It is the lifeline of the Mughal Empire.

You never know when you might have to defend it from someone's prying eyes!

Who would dare attack us?

The Rajputs are busy guarding their own empire!

And the Marathas have been left without a leader.

My advice is to sip some kahwah and stay alert.

For death's summons

and uninvited guests...

always arrive without a warning!

Sire!

Mar... Mar...

What are you saying?

The Maratha army is fast approaching!

Close the gates!

Be on guard!

The Marathas are here!

Charge!

Charge!

Let them come!

We will turn the Burhanpur border into their tomb!

Indeed, Sire!

Not a single Maratha will be able to set foot inside!

Sire!

The Maratha army has breached Burhanpur!

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

What are you waiting for?

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

Goddess Jagdamba!

Mother!

Mother!

My son!

Someone save him!

My son!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Raje!

Shields!

Khan Zamaan,

tell your master...

the lion may have fallen,

but his chhaava still prowls these forests!

We will tear the Mughal Empire apart if it dares challenge the Marathas!

We make no noise!

We swiftly hunt our prey down!

- Hail Goddess... - Bhavani!

- Hail Goddess Bhavani! - Hail Goddess Bhavani!

- Hail Goddess Bhavani! - Hail Goddess Bhavani!

- Hail Goddess Bhavani! - Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Fasten it well, Dhanaji!

It's bleeding heavily!

Uncle Yesaji, let it bleed a bit.

Every drop of blood spilled for Swarajya sanctifies this Mughal land!

Well said!

Secure, seal, and send the treasure to Raigad, Santa.

Understood, Father.

But hauling all the treasure will be a challenge.

The hunger isn't for the treasure,

but for defeating the enemy, Santa.

Aurangzeb should only see the ruins of Burhanpur!

As you wish!

- Anta? - Yes?

What's happening?

Why is our Crown Prince's favorite

Kavi Kalash dining alone here?

A poet's heart is a friend to all

He embraces blooms, birds And nature's call

He welcomes all with love to share

He's not the selfish kind

Who just decorates the air

Amazing!

How can anyone leave such a person alone?

I'm a man from the Mughal lands

living among the Marathas.

Tell me, Antaji,

why would anyone want to share a meal with me?

You have a point.

Does this not make you sad?

If the Lord is pleased

There is neither shame nor fear

After all, this Kavi Kalash's friend Is Sambhaji Shivraj!

Well said!

Aaisahib!

Aaisahib!

Aaisahib!

Yes, Shambhu?

Abasahib!

When will this smoke clear, Abasahib?

As long as the flame of Swarajya burns bright,

this smoke shall rise, Shambhu!

Crown Prince.

Uncle Hambir, please call me Shambhu.

My ears yearn to hear "Shambhu."

I see your father's image in you,

perhaps, that's why I hesitate.

And I get the strength of Abasahib and Aaisahib's blessings from you!

Even when I face a thousand enemies,

I know your eyes are always watching over me!

I am...

not as great as you make me out to be, Shambhu.

All I know is that every drop in these veins...

is ready to be sacrificed for you!

Uncle!

Let's go.

Everyone is waiting for you.

This is not just a victory,

it is a roar...

that will reach Aurang's ears and proclaim that

Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj is still alive!

This is not the end of the Marathas,

but the beginning of the Mughals' downfall.

We will march forward in this battle, honoring all religions,

for this war is not against a particular sect.

This war is to establish Swarajya,

a land where people of all faiths can live in peace.

A nation where everyone can walk with their heads held high, like kings.

And if Aurang or devils like him...

dare to challenge Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj's Swarajya,

then I swear by Goddess Jagdamba,

we shall erupt like a volcano and turn them to dust!

We will crush every challenge,

shatter every conspiracy,

and we will not stop until Abasahib's vision is fulfilled!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Har Har Mahadev!

Har Har Mahadev!

RAIGAD

The royal throne is being prepared for the other Chhatrapati, Annaji.

I heard that the Crown Prince left Burhanpur in ruins!

He turned their celebrations into mourning!

Shambhu has shattered our dreams as well.

He pardoned our past misdemeanors and gave us a second chance,

but for what?

To suffocate in silence or

to live a life of restraint?

This new life will be in vain

if I cannot see Ramraje crowned as Chhatrapati!

The reign will be ours.

But this Sambha...

Once he ascends the throne,

our existence or demise will no longer matter!

Since childhood,

Sambhaji has been like a thorn in my side,

constantly tormenting me.

He was of the same age when...

after escaping Aurangzeb's imprisonment in Agra,

His Late Majesty and the Crown Prince

were wandering from place to place.

Every Mughal soldier was ordered

to arrest any father-son pair in disguise!

They parted ways

to protect each other's life.

To save the Crown Prince from being captured,

His Majesty even staged his own funeral.

To deceive the Mughals,

the entire Deccan mourned.

So, how can one who is destined...

to hide,

to run,

and die...

ever claim the throne?

No matter who is crowned,

my son, Ramraje, is the true king!

You know it, and I know too

You were my world And it still holds true

I want to dwell

Dwell in every breath you take

You are my beloved

You are my beloved

You know it, and I know too

You were my world And it still holds true

These breaths What meaning do they bear?

They come and go, with no care

You are my world

Maharani?

You were, and always will be, eternally

You know it

- What happened here? - And I know too

It seems we must ward off the evil once again!

Dharauma has raised me to be a man

who cannot be harmed by any sword or spear!

Mother, how can anyone cast an evil eye on the one

upon whom the entire Swarajya's hopes rest?

Shri-Sakhi!

Can I ask you something?

Usually, when kings and emperors return from battle,

their queens pretend to be angry, to show their love and concern!

But look at me, I can't stop smiling!

Would it be fair to push someone,

who just returned from battle, into another fight?

How do you always answer before I even ask?

Because I am not just your wife, but your Shri-Sakhi!

And as for this smile,

rumors say that not just in the Deccan,

but if any woman in the North hears Sambhaji Bhonsle's name,

she can't help but smile!

You know more about me

than I know about myself.

These are just hearsay.

It is easy to keep track of them.

I even know what hides in your heart!

I see!

Then tell me,

what am I thinking about right now?

Right now, there's only one thing troubling you.

But don't worry,

I've already made your dream come true!

What?

This kingdom is nothing but the will of the divine, Shambhu!

The one whose blessings you've longed for...

has been here all along, waiting to bless you!

He's seeing his dreams being fulfilled through your eyes!

Sometimes, I feel you care more for Hindavi Swarajya than I do!

I think the way you think!

Because this Sakhi doesn't live in this palace...

but in her Shri's heart!

In a place where the Lord once controlled everything,

now faces a different fate.

The Marathas left only dust in their wake!

The Marathas?

Their claws have been permanently clipped!

How could they attack?

Especially a place like Burhanpur!

Was Khan Zamaan

even in his right mind when he wrote this letter?

Another storm has risen from the Deccan, my Lord!

And its name is...

Sambhaji Bhonsle.

Why is Siva not here, Ramsingh?

It's Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj.

Maharaj is not well, my Lord.

He is down with a high fever.

Do you never get a fever, Crown Prince?

I don't, but many others catch a fever because of me!

Siva is gone,

but he left behind his vision.

Oh, God, don't let me fall into despair again!

Protect Sambha's life until I reach the Deccan!

O Lord of Lords

O Essence of all

O Mighty One

O Commander of Armies

O Invincible Lord

O Beloved One

O Supreme Man

O Ultimate Being

He's Narsingh, fierce and bold

With storms that surge in veins untold!

The era stirs with a thunderous cry

The storm rises, shaking earth and sky!

In saffron's glory the sky ignites

The storm is here blazing bright!

One eye holds tears, the other, desire

The storm has come raging like fire!

He's Narsingh, fierce and bold

- Congratulations, Sambhaji Maharaj! - With storms that surge in veins untold!

- Hope Raigad is taking good care of you. - Oh, yes.

He's Narsingh, fierce and bold

With storms that surge in veins untold!

O Lord of Lords

O Essence of all

O Mighty One

O Commander of Armies

Come, and take the throne

Come, and claim it as your own

O King Shambhu

Come, the Supreme King

The throne is made for service grand

It is the seat where Gods command

The one that bears responsibility

The one who serves faithfully

He's Narsingh, fierce and bold

With storms that surge in veins untold!

The era stirs with a thunderous cry

The storm rises, shaking earth and sky!

In saffron's glory the sky ignites

- Maharaj! - The storm is here blazing bright!

Puissant and valiant, the Fort Destroyer,

born of the Kshatriya clan,

the Lord of Thrones,

the King of kings...

Chhatrapati Sambhaji Maharaj!

All praise to thee!

- Hail... - Goddess Bhavani!

O Ultimate Being

Brave and strong With sword and spear

A Maratha warrior, with no fear

In battle, your skill is unmatched Throughout the fight

Sounding the conch As you claim your right

A ruler of the people

You are like the sun's glow

With Goddess Jagdamba's blessings Your power will grow

O Chhatrapati O friend Sambha!

- Wonderful! - Amazing!

A true friend is like the sun Shining bright

No one compares To the poet's light

One day...

One day, I shall compete with you in poetry, Chandogamatya!

In that too, the victory will be yours, Maharaj!

At times, I cannot understand

whether you are a friend, a servant,

or my shadow, Chandogamatya?

I am like salt, Maharaj.

You may use me whenever and wherever needed.

Then I shall use you on my enemy's wounds, Chandogamatya!

It will be my pleasure!

By the grace of Goddess Bhavani, all transpired with harmony and serenity.

Now, with the Maharaj's permission, we were thinking of returning to Girkan.

Stay for a few more days, Ganoji.

You are no longer just your sister and brother-in-law's guest,

you are now the guest of the Maratha Chhatrapati!

Uncle Hambir, this is his sister's home!

He will feel hesitant to stay here!

I had a request.

On the day of the king's coronation,

you are meant to fulfill Maharaj's wishes.

Yes, not the other way around!

Ganoji and Kanhoji are also my family.

They can ask for whatever they wish.

It's their right!

Please, tell me.

We want the administration of Girkan to be handed over to us.

If we have the entitlement to our land,

we can make our own decisions about its development

and we won't need to trouble you each time, Maharaj!

Ganoji, you should be thinking about

the development of the Deccan, not just Girkan.

You are right,

but...

your father promised to give Girkan's entitlement to my father.

But Abasahib was against giving entitlement!

In fact, he used to say that if we start giving special privileges,

people will only think of themselves,

and our own people will destroy our dreams of Swarajya right before our eyes!

Forget saying that, Abasahib wouldn't even dream of it, Brother!

This means that either our father was a liar,

- or your father-in-- - Ganoji!

The Lord of Thrones,

the protector of Swarajya!

Glory to Chhatrapati Sambhaji Maharaj!

This proclamation must have echoed within your palace, too, Rajmata.

Right?

He has become the Chhatrapati of Swarajya!

Just imagine,

if your own brother,

Army Chief Hambirrao Mohite, had stood by you

our vow would have certainly been fulfilled!

But what now?

Seeing Ramraje as Chhatrapati...

seems impossible.

Doesn't that sadden you, Rajmata?

Harboring pain only leads to anxiety, Annaji.

Anxiety breeds restlessness.

Restlessness brings forth worries.

Worries steal away one's sleep,

and with it, all dreams perish!

After Shivaji Maharaj's death,

whenever I sought to capture Shambhu,

Hambirrao stood by him,

and not with me.

So, to turn political dreams into reality,

never expect anything from family!

In such times,

it is strangers who are more useful.

Forgive me, Rajmata,

but when he was just a crown prince, far from the throne...

all your efforts had failed even then.

Now, he is the Chhatrapati,

the king of the Marathas!

Any mistake now, and disaster will strike.

With the king gone,

who will hold us accountable?

Balaji,

begin writing the final chapter of

Chhatrapati Sambhaji Maharaj's biography!

Chandogamatya,

why does Prince Mirza Akbar wish to meet me?

Akbar wishes to reveal the reason only to Maharaj!

All I know is that

Akbar seeks to claim the Mughal crown while Aurangzeb is still alive!

Aurang's son certainly has fire in him.

There must be an important reason behind this!

Otherwise, why would he request to meet the Maharaj in person?

There must surely be a conspiracy behind his intentions, Maharaj!

Nilopantji is right, Maharaj!

Akbar is, after all, Aurang's blood!

Forgive me, Yesaji,

but until we meet him,

we can only guess about Akbar's true intentions!

I believe...

any enemy of Aurangzeb can be useful to us!

If you begin trusting the Mughals, Kalashji,

we will start losing faith in you!

If he can betray his own father,

how can we expect loyalty from him?

Letting Akbar get close to you

is like playing with fire.

The one who is eager to come

is the very one I personally sent an invitation to!

Burhanpur is the pillar of the Mughal Empire!

Though weakened,

Aurangzeb is quickly marching toward us!

Vasudev is here! Vasudev is here!

Vasudev is here! Vasudev is here!

Vasudev is here! Vasudev is here!

Vasudev is here! Vasudev is here!

Vasudev is here! Vasudev is here!

Vasudev is here! Vasudev is here!

Vasudev is here! Vasudev is here!

Chant the name of Lord Rama and Hari!

Vasudev is here! Vasudev is here!

Vasudev is here! Vasudev is here!

Vasudev is here! Vasudev is here!

Tell me, Bahirji.

Greetings, Maharaj!

Did you catch a glimpse of Aurang?

Raje, not just Aurang,

but an army of 800,000,

fifty thousand horses,

thirty thousand elephants,

and treasures in millions.

Perhaps for the first and last time in history,

a force so mighty has been sent in search of someone!

Bahirji, stay close to Aurang, like his shadow.

If he veers off course even slightly,

steer him back towards us by any means necessary!

In the meantime, I shall attend to his son!

Shri-Sakhi!

Right from the youngest Maratha soldier to the army chief, Uncle Hambir himself,

everyone is worried.

Why?

Because I am going to meet Prince Akbar without my army!

I don't see a trace of concern in your eyes!

I am worried,

but not for you.

I'm worried for poor Akbar.

On the day of the wedding,

Jija Aausahib told me...

that all men of the Bhonsle family are like mountain storms.

If even the mountains cannot withstand their fury,

who else can dare to challenge them?

Sometimes, even storms lose their strength, Shri-Sakhi.

Maharaj,

please have mercy and refrain from saying such things.

Someone is eagerly waiting to meet you.

I feel...

it's a boy!

Another mountain storm is coming!

I'll meet him alone.

But Raje...

Glory be to Allah!

Glory be to Allah!

Chhatrapati Sambhaji Maharaj,

you are exactly as I imagined.

While I waited for you in my tent, sword in hand...

you come here...

unarmed, to meet me.

I respect my sword.

Moreover, here,

we don't catch a serpent's offspring with a sword,

we seize it with our fingers

and crush it in our fist!

I simply wanted to see if the man I sought

would meet me himself or send an imposter.

Even my imposter would have swept the floor with them.

Now tell me,

why come as my uninvited guest?

A piece of news has spread in the North, Maharaj,

that soldiers of the Deccan fear no one!

So I journeyed from my land to yours,

to fulfill my mission with the help of your brave warriors.

Strange!

Has the North not yet heard

that the warriors of Swarajya do not fight for the Mughals?

You have taken offense.

I thought you would be easier to convince!

You and I...

are quite alike.

New generation, new passion,

new ideology, new enthusiasm!

I want every Indian to sit on the throne of Swarajya...

and you want to kill your father to take his crown.

There's a vast difference between my battle and your war, Prince.

That's the nature of this throne, Raje.

It forces you to spill the blood of your own kin.

You are only recounting Mughal history.

Look into the Maratha history,

and all you will hear are stories of bravery!

Do not respect me,

but at least do not insult me, Raje!

Rebellion isn't a trait of my family alone,

it runs in yours as well!

Welcome to the Deccan, Prince Akbar.

Your enemy is Aurangzeb,

and mine is Sambhaji Bhonsle.

If you aid us in defeating Sambha,

every Maratha will fight beside you to defeat your enemy.

Once we have both claimed victory,

you may point to any land on the Deccan map,

and we will give it to you,

beginning a new chapter in our long-lasting relationship.

Waiting to hear from you.

Rajmata Soyrabai.

I cannot help you,

but I can make this promise...

As long as you stand on Deccan soil,

Aurang can never lay a finger on you.

Maharani!

The beautiful script in which I hoped

to record the successful history of Swarajya,

you used it to craft a proposal that would make Maharaj history?

Maharani,

it was indeed written by me,

but the thoughts were not mine.

Forgive me, Maharani!

Just as making mistakes is a part of being human,

similarly, it is also our duty to forgive.

Forgive me!

Please forgive me, Maharani!

It is not my fault.

I had pardoned your past mistakes

because Swarajya needed your wisdom.

But now, your greed has outgrown your wisdom.

And your mistakes

have now become a crime!

And to forgive a criminal...

is itself a crime!

Aaisahib!

Aaisahib!

Aaisahib!

Yes, Shambhu?

Abasahib,

what do these enemies look like?

Why do you ask, Shambhu?

You will never face them.

Your strength is so great

that they will only dare to attack you from behind.

They will never dare to face you!

I never truly felt a mother's love.

Seeing Soyra Aaisahib's love for Ramraje,

I realized there are no limits to a mother's love!

I must have seen my Aaisahib but,

before I could engrave her face into my memory, she...

I closed my eyes and tried countless times to find her in my memories.

I even sought her in Soyra Aaisahib.

You know everything, don't you, Shri-Sakhi?

Please, tell me,

what must my Aaisahib look like?

How could I ever see...

what you cannot, Maharaj?

But I will pray to Goddess Jagdamba

that in the next life, you are born of my womb.

So that,

I may fulfill both the joys

and shortcomings of this life,

as your mother.

My father, Shah Jahan,

had planned to crown

my brother, Dara Shikoh.

So, I beheaded him.

I adorned his head

and sent it to my father as a gift.

I did not kill Shah Jahan,

I imprisoned him.

For eight years...

For eight long years, he languished,

gazing at the Taj Mahal through his prison window,

as his life slowly faded away.

Now, a 24-year-old boy...

has turned my most beautiful city into a graveyard

and left.

No...

Spare me! Spare me!

How dare you survive?

Sambha has given refuge to Prince Akbar!

Abbahuzur,

Sambha has given refuge to Prince Akbar!

I claimed this crown by stepping over the dead bodies of my own kin.

Now I will wear it again...

only when the screams of that arrogant Sambha...

ring out across Hindustan!

Wherever you see saffron,

stain it red with blood!

Decorate every fort in the Deccan with gifts!

Let our guests be welcomed

- with grandeur and festivity! - We completely agree, Army Chief.

The disagreement we had over the entitlement last time,

we trust that no doubts remain about our commitment now!

Doubt is for foes,

for our own, there is nothing but love, Ganojiraje!

It is said that an uncle is doubly vigilant than a mother!

And my children are fortunate, for they have not one, but two uncles!

I trust you will always watch over them.

Don't worry, Maharaj!

We will stand like a shield against anyone who dares to lay

their evil sights on Swarajya!

I wish Aurang were standing on that mountain right now!

It feels like a storm is approaching.

Let us go home.

Come on, move, come on.

You can sense it beforehand, right?

Then why didn't you tell me?

Come on, move.

Come on...

Help!

Help me!

Help!

Help!

Raje, almost half of the Mughal army has reached the Deccan!

My heart trembles at the sight of their power

and the monstrous cruelty I have witnessed!

The trees were draped with more bodies than leaves.

The river ran red with the blood of our people,

far more than the water itself.

The Mughals have drowned our children,

suffocating the future that once echoed with laughter and hope!

Get lost!

Mother!

Where do you think you are going?

Wherever Aurang stepped foot,

nothing remained but devastation, Maharaj!

The dust stirred by His Majesty's steps

must have already reached Raigad!

- God willing! - God willing!

They have only 25,000 soldiers.

And that's just the number of cooks in our army alone.

Indeed, Zeenat!

And half of our forces have yet to reach the Deccan.

Now, even God cannot stop my Lord!

Ravage the Deccan so completely that...

when I see it, it feels as if it never even existed!

- Let it be so. - Let it be so.

Until now, Aurang has advanced like a swift arrow,

but now, he will attempt to surround us from every side.

His next targets will be

Kalyan,

Bhiwandi,

Jalna,

Nashik, Pune, Satara,

Kolhapur,

Konkan,

and Karnataka!

Raje, we are just 25 thousand,

but our strength is no less than 25 lakhs!

Just give us the order to charge forward!

We must meet Aurang's vast army not just with force,

but with strategy, Rayaji!

Just as we bind a wound after a snake's bite,

the same way, we must...

secure the entire Deccan and hold it firmly!

We will attack in ways they never expect!

The Mughals will not only face our army,

but they will also have to contend with our land itself.

Indeed, Army Chief,

neither their soldiers nor their horses are accustomed

to our rugged mountain roads...

and dense forests.

In the dense jungles of the Konkan,

we will strike like the Monkey Brigade, Maharaj.

We will give them a tour of our shifting fields.

We will make them taste the sweetness of Satara's sugarcane.

Raje, we will ensure that the waters of Nashik turn against them.

We will devour them like crocodiles.

Yes! And in Jalna, we will make the Mughal army don blood!

We will bury them...

in Kolhapur, like the fury of an earthquake!

I swear by Goddess Bhavani!

We will reduce Aurang's pride

to ashes!

We must draw them in like a raging cyclone.

They are here because we have pulled them here,

and they will leave only when we decide.

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

- Hail Goddess Bhavani! - Hail Goddess Bhavani!

I will pray to Goddess Jagdamba...

that all your desires come to fruition!

KONKAN

Send word to every fort commander

to be vigilant of the wandering Mughal forces nearby.

And Nilopantji,

ensure that in every confrontation,

our army is never short of weapons, armor, or supplies.

Only the Mughal numbers must dwindle.

SATARA

Don't hurt him!

Spare him!

Do not hurt them!

Spare them!

- Hail Goddess Bhavani! - Hail Goddess Bhavani!

- Hail Goddess Bhavani! - Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Har Har Mahadev!

1681

Uncle Hambir,

if you would permit your daughter Tara Rani

to marry into the Bhonsle family, then Ramraje...

JALNA

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

- Hail Goddess Bhavani! - Hail Goddess Bhavani!

KOLHAPUR

Let him go!

- Move! - Let her go!

- Move! - Let her go!

No...

He's Narsingh, fierce and bold

With storms that surge in veins untold!

The era stirs with a thunderous cry

The storm rises, shaking earth and sky!

In saffron's glory the sky ignites

The storm is here blazing bright!

One eye holds tears, the other, desire

The storm has come raging like fire!

He's Narsingh, fierce and bold

With storms that surge in veins untold!

He's Narsingh, fierce and bold

With storms that surge in veins untold!

O Lord of Lords

O Essence of all

O Lord of Lords

O Essence of all

O Mighty One

O Commander of Armies

He's Narsingh, fierce and bold

With storms that surge in veins untold!

The era stirs with a thunderous cry

The storm rises, shaking earth and sky!

O Mighty One

O Commander of Armies

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Our army is now only half of what it once was.

The royal treasury is draining fast.

Find Sambha at once,

or soon enough,

he will turn your beds into graves and leave without a trace!

It has been many years since we left Delhi, Your Majesty,

yet not once have we set foot on a street that Sambha ever crossed.

NASHIK

With a weapon in his grasp

The warrior strikes his foe deep In the forest

He approaches, his challenge Echoing through the pack's roar

Swift as the wind

Har Har Mahadev!

He moves in silence beneath the sky

Master of deception

Here he comes

Man of valor!

Mighty Sambhaji! Man of valor, Sambhaji!

Mighty Sambhaji!

Sambhaji! Chhatrapati Sambhaji!

With a weapon in his grasp

The warrior strikes his foe Deep in the forest

He approaches, his challenge Echoing through the pack's roar

Swift as the wind

Sambhaji! Sambhaji!

Chhatrapati Sambhaji!

There is no power or strength except for Allah!

There is no power or strength except for Allah.

We have found Prince Mirza Akbar!

If Allah wills, we shall hear good news before the morning prayer!

Just like Akbar, there must be someone in the Deccan

who feels trapped in his own house.

Find that person!

Abbahuzur,

the Mughal swords had reached Akbar's neck, yet,

unfortunately, he's still alive!

But we have found a way to locate Sambha!

We have found someone close to Sambha,

who has felt like an outsider for many years.

Welcome to the Emperor's sanctuary.

Remarkable! Truly remarkable!

Yashwantji,

the way you and Sampathji

are managing the affairs of Karnataka and Konkan,

even this poet

cannot find enough words to praise you today!

What greater fortune could there be than easing

the burden of Maharaj?

With you there,

I have no need to turn my gaze in that direction.

Pardon my intrusion, Maharaj,

but the situation is such

that I find myself compelled to appear before you, uninvited!

I have decided to leave Hindustan.

Prince,

we are so close to achieving our goal.

We did not expect you to leave at such a critical moment.

I have long harbored this grievance against the Mughals, Chandogamatya.

They never seek to walk alongside,

they are always fixated on moving forward.

The goal was to march side by side, Your Majesty.

But right now,

my departure is essential for me to live a long life.

Why, Prince?

Before the Mughals could lead you to the gates of heaven,

the Marathas sent them to the gates of hell.

But for how long, Maharaj?

How long will you be able to protect me?

Your Swarajya

means more to you than my life.

Allow me to say goodbye.

Think it over once more.

You will not be able to witness Aurang's downfall.

Maharaj, the news of your victory will bring me immense joy,

even from afar!

Dhanaji!

Yes, Raje?

Ensure that Prince Akbar's plans succeed.

As you command, Maharaj.

Raje!

Raje!

Raje!

What happened, Mhaloji-baba?

Raje,

the army chief is no more.

In the battle of Wai, while fighting the Mughals,

Army Chief Hambirrao Mohite breathed his last.

WAI DECEMBER 1687

The cannon fired by the defeated Sarja Khan

has breached the walls of Swarajya, Raje.

Accept the final salute

of this soldier of Swarajya, Raje!

Hail Goddess Bhavani.

Goddess Jagdamba!

Shambhu, you must learn to wield a sword

as deftly as your fingers.

Your blade should strike the enemy

with the force of Lord Krishna's Sudarshan Chakra!

Well done!

Uncle Hambir, please call me Shambhu.

My ears yearn to hear "Shambhu."

Raje...

Yes, Bahirji.

Yashwantji of Karnataka,

Sampathji of Konkan,

Sadanandji of Amravati,

Parshuramji of Goa,

Vinayakji of Kudal...

One by one, they are falling into Aurang's trap, and

abandoning Swarajya, Raje.

Where is Aurang now?

He has pitched camp in Akluj!

Bahirji, spread the word among the Mughals,

that 10,000 Maratha soldiers

are marching towards Akluj

via Pune!

Yesaji.

Yes, Raje?

Send a message to every regional chief in the Deccan to meet me...

in Sangameshwar!

Why Sangameshwar?

Maharaj chose Sangameshwar to unite all the Marathas.

With a full army,

he will quietly advance through the dense jungles,

marching towards Aurang.

Meanwhile, the Mughal army spread nearby

will be eagerly waiting for the 10,000 soldiers in Pune,

who never left Raigad in the first place!

Young Prince?

Bhavani?

Aren't you coming with me to the temple today?

First, ward off the evil eye from Maharaj, Dhara.

He is going to war again.

When will this cursed Aurang die?

How many more battles must you fight, Maharaj?

I hope this is the last one!

I know the pain you all endure because of it!

To be away from your family for so long, months turn into years...

Children become unrecognizable!

Maharaj, my brother, whether you accept it or not,

this time, I too shall join you

in this fight for Swarajya!

You think I am not ready, right?

If I had doubts,

would I have left the entire Raigad in your care, Ramraje?

Your presence here is more crucial than my going to battle, Ramraje!

May you live long!

Shri-Sakhi!

Yes?

I am going to face Aurang!

Aren't you worried?

I am,

but not for you.

I am worried for Aurang.

The whole Maratha empire, including myself,

has been waiting for this day.

To see Aurang's defeat

and the triumph of Abasahib's dreams!

I don't just believe so,

I know so beyond doubt.

With your trust in me

Battles turn to festive displays

Remember, the kingdom's guardian

Must be kept alive always

SANGAMESHWAR

If someone is willing to stoop to any depth to spread fear,

it is only natural to be afraid of him!

If you have no choice but to follow the enemy's commands to protect yourself,

I can understand your predicament.

But there is one thing I cannot comprehend!

Since when did the Marathas start thinking only about their own security?

Yes?

Every time a Maratha laid down his life,

it was to protect Swarajya,

for the glory of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj!

A head that bows only to its motherland...

how could it ever bow before the enemy?

Blood of great warriors runs through our veins!

Aurang does not possess the strength to spill it!

How can a man capable of killing his father, brother,

and son for a throne, ever win our loyalty?

We are Marathas!

This throne of Swarajya has been built through

the sacrifices and blood of countless Marathas!

Swarajya is not the desire of one man,

it is the will of the Almighty to protect every soul!

This kingdom is nothing but the will of the divine!

The time has come...

to rid Hindustan of this monster!

Now, we make our move!

Every blow we strike...

will honor our fallen martyrs,

it will be in the name of Army Chief Hambirrao Mohite!

I command every regional chief...

Every Maratha soldier

of Swarajya must be in Sangameshwar by tomorrow's sunset.

In the dead of night, the Maratha army will advance towards Aurang

via Amba Ghat, like raging fire!

We will reduce Aurang and his hollow empire to ashes!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

- Hail Goddess Bhavani! - Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Praise be to the consort of Goddess Parvati!

- Har Har Mahadev! - Har Har Mahadev!

Aaisahib!

Aaisahib!

Yes, Shambhu?

Abasahib,

when will this tunnel end?

This tunnel has no end, Shambhu!

But you shouldn't stop!

PANHALA FORT

Oh, wow!

You seem happy, Father!

It's not happiness, Santa,

this is pure excitement!

Aurang's end is now inevitable!

Maharaj has already decided the Mughals' fate.

Once the order is given, we will strike!

Did Maharaj forget to give the orders, Father?

The army is moving out

via Amba Ghat.

What happened, Father?

We have been betrayed, Santa!

- It is the Mughal army! - What?

They are marching toward Sangameshwar,

heading straight for Maharaj.

We must reach Maharaj before they do, Santa!

We must hurry!

- Har Har Mahadev! - Har Har Mahadev!

But Father...

The shortest route to Sangameshwar is through Amba Ghat!

How did the Mughals know that?

We are advancing with a force of 5,000 men,

filled with hope.

If we don't find Sambha in Sangameshwar, imagine

what 5,000 frustrated souls will do to you.

We too have lived with broken hearts for years, Muqarrab Khan!

Why would we do that to anyone else?

Capturing Sambha

will fulfill both our dreams!

Trust me,

Sambha is in Sangameshwar.

That too, with just 150 men by his side!

Glory be to Allah!

Not just Girkan,

we shall gift you the entire Konkan after this!

Har Har Mahadev!

Inform Maharaj at once, Santa!

Har Har Mahadev!

- Har Har Mahadev! - Maharaj!

We are under imminent attack!

- The Mughals are here! - Who?

Kanhoji and Ganoji.

Charge!

Raje!

Raje!

Who stabbed me in the back and struck at the heart of Swarajya?

It was Ganoji and Kanhoji.

Goddess Jagdamba!

Depart immediately to ensure Raigad's safety.

I am weary of the suspicious gazes upon me, Maharaj.

This is my chance to prove my loyalty, once and for all!

A faction of 20 warriors stand ready to escort you safely to Raigad.

- I beg of you, leave at once! - Chandogamatya!

Have you ever seen a chhaava

fear dogs and run for its life?

I feel the urge to roar, like a beast in the jungle!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Anta!

Anta!

Raje, accept my final greetings...

Maharaj!

Raya!

Raya!

Raya!

Father!

Father!

Santaji!

Leave for Raigad at once and deliver this to the Maharani!

No, Maharaj! I cannot leave your side!

It is my command!

But what should I tell her?

She will understand.

No, Maharaj! No!

Go!

Go now!

This is outrageous!

Even thousands of soldiers cannot subdue a single man?

This king is fiercer than the king of the jungle!

As long as his hands remain free,

nothing will be able to overpower him.

Raje!

Raje!

Raje!

Raje!

Take this royal gift to the Emperor!

Say it again!

It is true, Emperor.

Sambha is in Mughal captivity.

Oh, God,

your world has been saved from total annihilation!

I will go to rescue my brother, the Maharaj!

Come with me!

No matter which path you choose, the enemy will be waiting to strike!

Raigad...

The Mughals have surrounded Raigad on all sides!

So, are we to remain here and do nothing?

Time is of the essence, Crown Prince.

Swarajya is at risk,

and Maharaj...

is in Aurang's custody.

Until now, Aurang was far from Maharaj,

yet our Maharaj made him suffer endlessly.

Now, Maharaj will face him directly!

Aurang will beg for death itself!

Pray that men like Ganoji and Kanhoji never be born

even in the enemy's house.

My Lord...

Let me...

savor this moment, Khan.

Nine years...

For nine long years, in every prayer,

I have pleaded with God to let me face him.

Chandogamatya,

I know this is not the grand court of Raigad, but still,

you must do your part and share a few pearls of wisdom

to please the Emperor.

Elephants, horses, cannons, swords

Your army's strong and vast

But my King, though chained

Remains a force to outlast!

Let us feed his meat to the dogs

and end his lineage here and now!

You should feed our meat

to your dogs only.

At least your dogs will get a taste of loyalty

and their future generations will be blessed!

This fails to amuse me.

Now,

before I extract...

your soul from your body,

I must ask you one question...

What is this Swarajya,

for which you are willing to give up your life?

Yes?

And where is your Swarajya now?

It is in the mountains of Sahyadri,

in the flowing waters of the Godavari,

in the soil of Raigad,

in the streets of Jalna,

in the winds of Nashik,

in every corner of Konkan,

at the feet of Goddess Bhavani!

Swarajya dwells in the very veins of millions of Marathas!

The Swarajya you wish to destroy, Aurang, is not just a kingdom.

It is the vision of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj!

Nothing has changed, has it?

You stand here, bound before an Emperor,

yet your eyes still blaze with that same fire,

that same passion ruling your mind.

Much has changed, Aurang.

I once saw arrogance in your eyes,

a crown on your head,

but both seem to be missing today...

Emperor!

Inflict unbearable pain upon him,

so that when he begs for death,

all we hear are his screams.

I dance to the rhythm of death, Aurang!

You cannot intimidate me with death!

From my death, a new Siva and a new Sambha

will rise in every Maratha home!

But when you die,

the Mughal Empire shall fall with you!

Hail Goddess Bhavani!

Forgive me, Chandogamatya.

You have had to endure this pain because of me.

In this very pain lies the joy of life, Maharaj.

What sorrow can Sudama know

When compassionate Krishna walks in tow?

Where are you taking him?

Are you releasing him?

His words are like weapons That change on call

At times, they become arrows At times, a sword

Chandogamatya!

Do you recall when I said I would

compete with you in poetry?

And I responded that

you are victorious without a contest.

The one who masters the mind Will thrive

The one who succumbs to it Won't survive

Those who yield without a fight

Bringing upon themselves Shame every time

Shame on those Who fail to dream and strive

For the right to dream is our birth-right

For the sake of our own We must act today

We must make Swaraj eternal And immortal, come what may!

You are a child of the earth

Not just dust or grain

You will change the times And write history

Do not forget this claim!

You are the first star of dawn

The voice of change

This darkness is fleeting

Soon the world will be yours to claim!

Accept your servant's final greetings, Raje.

I leave now

To dwell in the wounds of your foes

I am salt

Maharaj, I told you so!

You are not salt, Poet You are sandalwood

You are the pride I adorn upon my forehead!

Raje, with that, the contest ends

In the end Victory is yours as I had said

A ruler of the people

You are like the sun's glow

With Goddess Jagdamba's blessings Your power will grow

O Chhatrapati O friend Sambha!

I am salt, Maharaj!

I am salt!

You are not salt, Poet You are sandalwood

You are the pride...

I adorn upon my forehead

Raje...

Tear every nail from his fingers!

Goddess Jagdamba!

Goddess Jagdamba!

We have torn off all the nails,

yet there is no trace of pain on Sambha's face.

Shri-Sakhi!

Yes?

Since when did you start worrying about me?

Do you question my abilities?

Or do you doubt my bravery?

I don't just trust my mountain storm, I take immense pride in him.

I might doubt my own existence, but never your bravery.

Why do you have such unwavering faith in me, Shri-Sakhi?

There must be a reason

I have yet to understand.

There is another thing Jija Aausahib shared with me on the day of our wedding...

That just as Lord Shiva performed the tandava on the Himalayas,

Shambhuraje too will rule the forts of the Deccan.

He will illuminate all of Hindustan with the flame of Swarajya!

By the way,

Jija Aausahib also mentioned something to me...

She said, "Shambhu,

Yesu is no ordinary woman.

She is the very reincarnation of Goddess Parvati!

Just as Lord Shiva cannot exist without Goddess Parvati,

similarly, this Shambhu is incomplete without Yesu!"

That is why this Sakhi is always in the heart of her beloved Shri!

Goddess Jagdamba!

Goddess Jagdamba!

He stands there, drenched in blood,

yet not a single scream,

not even a whisper of pain escapes his lips!

The one who delivers the blows trembles, my Lord,

but in Sambha's eyes, there's not a flicker of fear!

His eyes!

What is it that you are gazing at?

Your eyes.

And what do you see in them?

Love, reverence,

and unwavering pride for Swarajya!

And for you?

Only and only love.

The same love Lord Krishna bore for Mother Radha in His gaze!

You know it, and I know too

I long to live in your love so true

My eyes are caught in the gaze of you

I yearn to hold your words, like glue

You are my world

At least, close your eyes, Sire.

- You were, and always will be, eternally - What are you waiting for? Gouge them out!

Goddess Jagdamba!

Goddess Jagdamba!

Abasahib.

Yes, Shambhu?

When I meet Aaisahib,

how will I know it is her?

I do not even remember her face!

But she remembers you, Shambhu.

Even in the deepest darkness, if you call her,

she will recognize you by your voice alone!

You cannot intimidate me with death!

From my death, a new Siva and a new Sambha

will rise in every Maratha home!

But when you die,

the Mughal Empire shall fall with you!

Why do such flowers not bloom...

in our desolate land?

Align with us.

Side with the Mughals.

Your life will change for the better.

All you have to do is change your religion!

Align with us!

Side with the Marathas.

Your life will change for the better and...

you won't even need to change your religion!

Aurang, Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj is known as the lion,

and his cub is known as...

chhaava!

Sever his tongue!

With your trust in me

Battles turn to festive displays

Goddess Jagdamba!

Goddess Jagdamba!

Puissant and valiant, the Fort Destroyer,

born of the Kshatriya clan,

The King of kings...

All hail Chhatrapati Ramraje Maharaj!

With your trust in me

Battles turn to festive displays

Remember, the kingdom's guardian

Must be kept alive always

Goddess Jagdamba!

Sambha passed, rejoicing in his own death,

while we are left behind...

to mourn our lives!

Word has arrived from Raigad.

The Chhatrapati of the Marathas...

lives on!

Mujtaba!

My Lord.

If only I had a child like Sambha!

Just one child, Mujtaba.

Not only Hindustan,

but the entire world would have been mine!

There burns a fierce envy within me, for that Siva, Mujtaba,

who fathered such a chhaava!

VADHU 11 MARCH 1689

Your shadow with us...

Will always thrive!

May it always thrive

Aaisahib?

Yes, Shambhu?

READY TO SACRIFICE FOR HIS DUTY TO HIS LAND,

THE CUB OF SHIVA MIGHTY AND GRAND.

A WARRIOR OF VALOR BOLD AND TRUE,

NONE OTHER THAN KING SHAMBHU.

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