Chatrapathi

than the mighty sea.

I was unfortunate not to

give birth to you,

but you still consider me

as your real mother.

This will never happen

again in future.

Trust me son,

I swear on your son.

Not only the mother and son,

no one else there slept that night.

Locals attacked them

to leave the place.

Village went up into flames.

Mother, let's go.

Did you see Shiva anywhere?

Mother.

Son.

Mother.

My mother and brother are missing.

They would've boarded

some boat, you get in.

Mother.

Son... Shiva...

Mother, brother... - Where?

There... he's inside the hut.

Mother... mother...

Son!

Mother.

You'll die if you get down... - My mother.

- They'll come in next boat.

Come quickly... boats are leaving

...let's go fast.

My name is Bhadram.

I'm Shivaji.

Visakhapatnam Port.

Baji Rao, with these the

people for bonded labour,

sorry the refugees you've

adopted are over 3000.

We too must...

Thank you sir.

Explain their position to them.

- Okay sir.

You've all entered

this country illegally,

legally you should be

thrown out from here,

but brother Baji Rao has

sympathy for you.

So, we'll overlook

your presence here.

Sign the papers and

live with what he offers.

Go... go... go...

Taking our signatures

on white papers,

this is cheating.

We are also little educated.

If not here we'll eke out

a living elsewhere.

We'll not sign the papers.

Don't harm me...

Don't harm me.

He'll die... my son...

You've seen, haven't you?

The rebel will not die.

His kin will die.

My legal business is loading

and unloading the ships here.

There's another illegal

business behind that.

That has made me the

Don of Visakhapatnam.

It's very difficult to off load

smuggled goods on shore,

I've to bribe every

officer's greasy palm.

So, the goods must reach shore

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