Chatrapathi

Fiery warrior against

the narrow minded fanatics!

Warrior with the

power of mighty sea!

A warrior leader with

the purest heart!

A self existing warrior.

A warrior like the gentle cool

breeze across the Vindhyas!

A warrior with the

might of an army!

A warrior with the prowess of

legendary Bhima and Arjuna!

A warrior with

victory all his way!

A warrior who renders justice leaving

behind a trail of destruction of evil!

12 years earlier...

Srilankan shore...

A village with refugees

from India.

Locals are attacking them

to chase them away.

People of the village living in

the constant fear of death.

Unable to bear the tortures

of Mughal Kings,

Jija Bai taught archery

to her son Shivaji,

and narrated him tales

of brave warriors.

She kindled patriotism in her son

and made him go against them.

Afzal Khan was the

Commander of Army then,

he was a seven feet tall demon!

Even he couldn't harm Shivaji.

So he arranged a fake peace

meeting and hugged him,

and stabbed him on the

back with a dagger.

Oh My god! Did Shivaji die?

No, he was wearing iron armour.

He split open Afzal Khan's chest

into two with iron nails.

People around there hailed

him as 'Chatrapathi'

What's the meaning

of it, mother?

One who lives for

himself is human,

one who lives for the

society is 'Chatrapathi'

What happened after that?

He built a grand fort for his mother,

made a golden swing,

looked after her very well.

I'll also build a big bungalow

for you after I grow up.

I'll never allow sorrows and

difficulties to near you.

I'll look after you like a queen.

You'll become a great man, my son.

Why should you build a

home for my mother?

Go and build it for your mother.

What are you saying Ashok?

Everyone say that

when his mother died,

you were married to his

father as his second wife,

so I'm your only son,

he's his mother's son.

You're wrong son.

Even Lord Rama and Lakshmana

were step brothers.

They were role models

for brothers,

you both should emulate them.

I can't bear to see you both

fighting each other.

It's a more grievous punishment

than death to me.

Mother...

Today is your birthday, right?

I brought a twin Mango as gift.

You know all my wishes.

The fruit is very nice, son.

Where did you get it from?

He stole it from Sathanna's farm.

Did you steal it?

No mother.

- He's lying mother.

He bunked school to steal,

tell him to swear on you.

Swear on me.

How dare to steal!

I hoped you'll become

a great man.

Stealing! Will you do it again?

Will you? Tell me, get lost!

I hate to see your face.

Never show your face to me, go away.

Pullaiah asked 100

mangoes for pickles,

did you supply him?

- I supplied him sir.

Sathanna! - Yes.

My elder son stole this

mango from your farm.

Please forgive him.

No, he asked me

saying you like it.

I told him to take it,

but he refused to take it free

and worked till late evening

in the farm for it.

We told him take few more,

but he took only this twin mango saying

mother loves it like we brothers.

Son Shiva...

Son Shiva...

Mother.

Why did you hide the truth?

Why didn't you tell even after

I asked you to swear?

Whether I swear or not,

I'll tell only the truth.

Come son, let's go to home.

I feel very sleepy mother,

I'll sleep in your lap.

I Dream

I mistook everything black as water

and white as milk,

that's why I'm repenting for it now.

Will my mistake get erased?

Even if it erases,

the sea laughed at me.

First time I experienced

the pain of motherhood.

Safe guarding your sorrows

and tears from the world,

I see a man deeper

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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