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Lahu-Rang Mohabbat - Teaser + Prologue

canon divergent AU. Mughal Knight! Hamza Ali Mazari/Maratha Spy! Jaskirat Singh Rangi & Mughal Princess! Shehzadi Y/N Begum

Disclaimer‼️ This story is a work of historical fiction. While it features real historical figures, kingdoms, and settings from the 17th-century Mughal-Maratha conflict such as Maharani Yesubai, Prince Shahu, and General Zulfiqar Khan, certain characters, dialogues, timelines, and events have been created, modified, or dramatized for creative and storytelling purposes. This work is intended purely for entertainment and artistic expression, and does not claim to be a perfectly accurate textbook representation of historical facts.

"Jis shakhs ko hum ne Shehanshah ki nazron se chhupa kar apna khuda banaya, wo hamare hi ghar ki deewaron ko khokhla kar raha tha. Humein mitti mein mila kar, apne raja ko kya mughal sultanat tohfay mein doge?"

The Mughal Empire was a dominant power across the Indian subcontinent from 1526 to 1857. During its peak of power in the 17th Century, the Mughal Empire thrived on immense riches, booming international commerce, and brilliant cultural milestones. Its treasury was so unimaginably vast that European kings looked like peasants by comparison. It didn’t take long for the world to realise that the Mughal Empire is expanding at such a speed that raised concerns all over their kingdoms. The empire controlled at least a quarter of the world’s entire economy, which means it operated on a scale of sheer luxury, influence, and absolute dominance that the world has rarely seen since.

However, like every kingdom, there were cruelties attached to this extraordinary power too. All this glittering wealth was mirrored by extreme ruthlessness, as the empire's aggressive expansion attracted global attention for its sheer brutality. Under rulers like Aurangzeb & Sultan Al-Muzaffar Jahangir Shah, the state unleashed severe religious persecution and wartime atrocities to crush anyone who resisted.

The Maratha Kingdom bore the absolute worst of this fury as the Mughals razed towns, destroyed sacred temples, and inflicted horrific violence on the population. The peak of this cruelty came with the capture of the Maratha king, Chhatrapati Sambhaji Maharaj, who was subjected to weeks of brutal, public torture before being executed, an act of imperial terror meant to break the Maratha spirit, but one that ultimately ignited an unstoppable war of resistance.

The Maratha kingdom was devastated by the loss of its king, but also gained a motivation like no other due to the disrespect & sheer brutality that the Mughals made their people & king go through. They wanted blood for blood, an eye for an eye and they wanted justice, they needed vachpa (a marathi word that means to settle the score). However, they faced a hurdle as their young crown prince was only 6 years old when his dear father passed away. This was the moment that the famous words from the The Queen, Maharani Yesubai Bhonsale was cited to be

“Aaple dukh hee ek aag aahe, pun aandhli aag aaplyach Swarajyala jalwun khaak karel. Aurangzebala ase waatte aahe kee aaplya Raajala maarun tyane Marathyanna sampavle. Tyala tasach vichaar karu dya. Tyala asech waatu dya kee aapan harlo aahot.Aapan aaplya sainikanna asha aandhlya raagaat gamavu shakat naahi. Sadhya, kaalchakra firnyachi pratiksha karat, aapan fakt yogya welechi vaat pahat aahot. Jevha yogya wele yeil, teva aapla haach sanyam aaple saglyat mothe shastra banel, ani aapan asa sood gheu jo itihaas kadhihi visaranaar naahi!"

- "Our grief is a fire, but a blind fire will only burn our own kingdom to ashes. Aurangzeb thinks he has broken the Marathas by breaking our King. Let him think that. Let him believe we are defeated.We will not throw away our soldiers in blind rage. Right now, kaalchakra firnyachi pratiksha karat, aapan fakt yogya welechi vaat pahat aahot—we are biding our time, waiting for the wheel of fate to turn. When the time is right, our patience will become our greatest weapon, and we will extract a revenge that history will never forget."

and so The Maratha Kingdom sought patience & bid its time for revenge. However, the Maharani knew that in order for the revenge to become fruitful, its seeds needed to be planted first. So she called for a council meeting with the top commanders of her kingdom & set a long term plan in which when the time comes, the Mughals will have no idea how or when they will be destroyed from inside. She listened to the suggestions made by her commanders, however nothing was approved by the Maharani as all of the plans that were suggested were blunders.

"Mughal he kroor ani raanti aahet, pun tevdhech te hushaari aahet. Lashkari guptaheergiri ani ranneteemadhye te atyant paarangat aahet. Tumhi aata suchavleli pratyek yojana tyanchyakadun eka secondachya aat pakadli jail."

- “The mughals are savage brutes however they are also intelligent people. they are strategic and well versed in military intelligence and operations. all the plans you suggested just now will be caught in less than a second by them”

Hearing the wise words from their Maharani Yesubai, the commanders who were slamming their fists & demanding to march right up to the Mughal Fort & attack them mercilessly immediately went silent & looked up to her with a newfound respect & also shame.

Just then, a booming voice was heard “Majhyakade ek yojna aahe! Pan yache parinam aaplyala lagech disnar nahit, tarihi aaplyakade asleli heech sarvat uttam yojna aahe ani yache parinam nakkeech miltil." ("I have a plan! however we won’t see the results right away but it is the best plan we have and the results at indefinite” )

it was Sardar Kanhoji Rao, an excellent valiant veteran commander of the Maratha Empire who has witnessed and won multiple wars for the empire. Naturally, Maharani Yesubai was intrigued & curious to know his input “Pudhe bola senapati, mala tumchi yojna aikaychi aahe.” (“go ahead commander, let me hear it”)

He then went on about his plan “"Mughal nehami andharatun war kartat ani mhanunach te jinktat. Aaprahi tanchach khel tanchyavar ultavuya. Aaplyala ek guptahar pathvava lagel. Ek ashi savli ji tancha sarvoccha senapati Zulfiqar Khan yacha mahalat pravesh karel. Aiknyat aale aahe ki Zulfiqarchee patni sinhanchya gholkyat eka mendhrasarkhi aahe ani tee atyant mau manachi aahe. Teech aaplyasathi tanchya samrajyat shirnyacha marg tharu shakthe. Pan, aaplyala ashya vyaktichi garaj aahe jo tanchya antargat gotat itka kholvar pasrel ki Mughal svatah tanchya yuddhachi gupite aaplya kanat kujbujtil!" ("The Mughals win because they strike from the dark. Let us play their game. We must send a spy. A shadow to infiltrate the grand household of their supreme general, Zulfiqar Khan. It is said that Zulfiqar’s wife is a sheep among lions and that she is very soft hearted. she can be our entryway into their kingdom. however, We need someone to embed themselves so deeply into their inner circle that the Mughals will whisper their war secrets right into our ears!")

The commanders listened in carefully anticipation & when the Sardar was done with voicing his speech, the generals then looked at one another and one of them shouted "Wah! Heek sarvat uttam kalpana aahe, Sardar,"( Wow! This a brilliant idea, Sardar,") Another commander voiced out “Kay buddhimatta aahe tumchi! Ani tumchya sarkahe commander labhane, ha amchya Maratha samrajyacha motha abhiman aahe. ("What a mind you have ! and what an honour of the Maratha empire to have you my commander. )

However, one of the commanders had concerns. Tarihi, jara amchyakade bgha. Aapan sagle dongra-kapyatle, kadak yoddhe aahot. Amchya shariravar yagya Deccanchya jakhma ahet, ani amchya paiki kahini tar Mughalancha anekda samna kela aahe. Amche chehre tanchya olkhiche ahet. Ani samja, tanni aaplyala nahi olkhle, tarihi amchyapaiki asa kon aahe jo high-society Mughal mhanun tanchyat mislu shakel? Asya ya sinha-chya daryat na ghabarta janyasathi ani eka kshanat jeev na gamvta parat yanyasathi, amchyat kon thik aahe? He agdi ashakya aahe, majhe Sardar, majhi rani sahib. (however look at us. We are hardened mountain warriors. We bear the scars of the Deccan and some of us have faced the mughals multiple times. our faces are known to them. and even if we aren’t recognised by them, Who among us could possibly pass as a high-society Mughal? Who is suitable to walk into the lion’s den without being butchered in less than a second?" this is simply impossible my lord commander, my queen)

Before anyone could protest or agree to the concern that was brought up, suddenly the big heavy doors creak open with a wham! and in walks in Jaskirat Singh Rangi, who unbeknownst to all that was present in the council has been eavesdropping the entire conversation from the start. “"Mee jaato!“ (“I will go”) The commanders and Maharani yesubai was shocked & one of the commanders by the name of Sardar Suryajirao Jedhe, a brilliant sharp-tongued strategist from the loyal Jedhe clan shouts at the young boy “Bala, too ithe kay kartoyes? Tula tuchya dukhhi aaisahebensobat asayla have, ithe bhatkat firu nako." (“boy what are you doing here ? you should be with your grieving mother not loitering here”)

Jaskirat does not budge & repeats himself “Mee jaato” (“i will go”). Maharani Yesubai didn’t know how to turn him down as he was the son of her husband’s bestfriend who died with & for him. Just as she was about to comfort & gently ask him to go back, a voice interrupted “Jaskirat, murkhapana karu nako. Atach parat ja. He kahi khelyache maidan nahi. Tula thora dekhil andaj nahiye ki too kay boltoyes!" (“jaskirat don’t be stupid. go back right now. this is not a playground. you have no idea what you’re talking about in”) Trimbak-pant Hanmante, the diplomatic and administrative advisor who is known to be very gentle, says in a sorrowful voice.

“Majhyatunvadilanche nidhan Maharajansathi jhale ani meehideel tech kareen, majhi rani saheb ani majhe sardar. Majhya vadilanna majha abhiman vataava, yaasathi mala ya sandhipasoon vanchit karu naka. Jevha mee maren ani tyanna punha bheten, tevha mala abhimanane sangu de ki mee ya swarajyasathi ani amchya prajesathi majhya pranache balidan dile. Mee jaarnar, rani saheb. Tashihi aaplyakade doosri konti yojna nahiye. Mhanun mala pathva. Krupaya... mala pathva." (“can you pls make the same child just now go like this “my father died for the king and i will do the same my queen & my lords. pls do not depreive me of this opportunity to make my father proud. when i die & see him again i want to bravely admit that i have sacrificed my life for the kingdom and my people. i will go queen. you are out of options anyway. so send me. pls. send me.”)

Sardar Suryajirao Jedhe then said “Bgha, ha baal chukiche bolat nahiye. Khartar, hach amchyakade aslela sarvat uttam paryay aahe. Eka lhan mulavar konachich shanka janar nahi. To sahajach tanchya gotat shirola, tar Mughal tyachya samor ughadpane boltil." ("Look, this child isn't wrong. Honestly, he is the best option we have. No one will ever suspect a young child. If he easily infiltrates their camp, the Mughals will speak openly right in front of him.")

"Hee goshta khari aahe. Amche guptachar prachand prayatna karat ahet, pan Zulfiqar Khanachya ghotat shirani ashakya jhale aahe. Ha baal tithlya rani-mahalat sahajach jaavu shakto. Ha dhava dhokyadayak aahe, pan haach ekevpar yashasvi hou shakto!"("This is true. Our spies are trying their best, but entering Zulfiqar Khan's inner circle has become impossible. This child can easily enter the women's quarters there. This gamble is dangerous, but this is the only one that can succeed!") The Intelligence officer, Sardar Bahirji-pant Pingale says with a conniving smile.

Sardar Malharrao Dhamale chimes in "Kadhi vatle navhte mee he mhaneen... pan hyachya dolyat tyachya vadilanche tej aahe. Marathyancha baal kadhich mhabat nahi. To kharach tya laandgyanchya ghotat sahajach shirola tar aaplyala yuddhachi sarva gupt-mahiti milel. Mala vatate, aapan hyala hi sandhi dili pahije."("I never thought I would say this... but he has his father's spark in his eyes. A Maratha child never backs down. If he truly slips into those wolves' den undetected, we will get all the secret war intelligence. I think we should give him this chance.")

The Maharani now can’t refuse her commanders as most of them have now agreed to send a boy, her bestfriend’s son, her son, to the enemy’s battlefield. "Ithe ya, majhya baala... majhyajaval ya. Tujhe bolne aikooon majhe kaalij bharoon aale aahe. Tujhya vadilanni swarajyasathi apylya pranache balidan dile, ani tujhyatun tech rakta vaahat aahe, he mee bghu shaktes. Ek rani mhanun, mala swarajyacha vichar karava lagto, pan ek mata mhanun, tula asya dhokyat pathvanyasathi majhe man dharat nahiye.

Pan tujhe dhairya ani hyancha vishwas bghoon, mee tula rokhoo shakat nahi. Too keval ek guptachar mhanun nahi, tar amchya swarajyachi aasha mhanun tya ghotat jashil. Jagadamba tujhe rakshan karo. Mee tula ya mohimechee parvangi dete, majhya baala. Parat ya... majhyasathi ani tujhya aaisaheban-sathi." ("Come here, my child... come close to me. Hearing your words fills my heart with heavy emotion. Your father sacrificed his life for Swarajya, and I can see that the exact same blood flows through you. As a queen, I must think of the kingdom, but as a mother, my heart aches to send you into such danger.

But seeing your courage and their faith in you, I cannot stop you. You will not go there merely as a spy, but as the hope of our Swarajya. May Goddess Jagadamba protect you. I grant you permission for this mission, my child. Return safely... for me, and for your mother.")

In the next 2 years, the commanders did everything in their power to teach Jaskirat of the Mughal customs and etiquettes as much as they could without being suspected. Sometimes, Sardar Bahirji-pant Pingale (Intelligence Officer) brings a captured Mughal soldier into the courtyard while Jaskirat is hiding but observing the way the soldier speaks the Farsi language and the way he moves. Other times, he was taught by some of the retired spies of the Maratha empire on the history & other relevant scriptures of the Mughal empire.

Jaskirat now could speak Farsi & adopted the Mughal customs and etiquettes comfortably by the end of his 2 years training. He was ready to be dispatched to the Mughal empire under the guise of a son of a martyred Mughal soldier, however before that could happen, the Mughal army under Zulfiqar Khan breaches the fort walls. Shouts and cannon fire echoes everywhere. Maharani Yesubai and her son, Prince Shahu are cornered in the inner courtyard with Jaskirat while Trimbak-pant Hanmante guards the door.

As the doors shake and the walls broken in by the Mughal soldiers, Prince Shahu and Jaskirat the two childhood friends or rather brothers look at each other in fear and Prince Shahu says “"Jaskirat, te aaplyala vegle kartil. Jevha aapan mothe hou, tevhya mee tula kasa olkhu?" ("Jaskirat, they are going to separate us. When we grow up, how will I recognize you?")

Jaskirat then looks at his brother and reply “"Aapan ek gupte-shabda tharvuya. Jevha aapan punha bheten, tevhya aapan dohi ekach veli he mhanuya..." ("Let’s decide on a secret phrase. When we meet again, we will both say this at the exact same time...") Both boys look at each other and says "Swarajyacha vaagh, kadhich jhopat nahi!" ("The tiger of Swarajya never sleeps!")

By then, the mughal soldiers footsteps were getting closer and closer and Maharani knew there were not much time left until they are found.

Maharani Yesubai then face Jaskirat and with a teary eyes, she said "Mughal ghotat shirele ahet! Atah Swarajyachi aasha keval tujhyavar aahe, Jaskirat. Atach ithoon nigh, majhya baala!" ("The Mughals have entered the fort! Now the hope of Swarajya rests only on you, Jaskirat. Leave from here right now, my child!") Meanwhile, the Mughal soldiers outside the doors were shouting at each other "Darwaza kholo! Maharani aur unke bete ko giraftar karo!" ("Open the door! Arrest the Queen and her son!")

Sardar Trimbak-pant Hanmante then looks at Maharani and Jaskirat and take out his sword while looking at Jaskirat with a sharp gaze “Jaskirat, parat bgha-ayche nahi! Ha gupte-rasta tula sidha dongra-khalyi ghoon jaail. Mee ya darwazyavar tya dustanna rokhoon dharato. Majhi rani saheb, majha shevtacha mujra swikar kara!" ("Jaskirat, do not look back! This secret passage will take you straight down the mountain. I will hold those wicked men at this door. My Queen, accept my final salute!")

Jaskirat’s eyes then widens in terror and he clenches his uncle’s feet almost in a begging stance while wailing "Nahi, Trimbak-pant Kaka! Mee tula sodoon nahi jaanar! Majhyasobat chala!" ("No, Trimbak-pant Uncle! I won't leave you! Come with me!") Sardar was already conclciyed over seeing his bala, jaskirat begging him not to die warmed his heart and he finally lets down his guard for a little while and say "Nahi baala, mee mhatara jhalo aahe. Mazya pranache balidan swarajyasathi upyogi padu de. Too gela nahi, tar amchya saglyancha tyag vyarth jaail. Ja, majhya shur baala, ja! Swarajyacha dhwaj uncha dhar!" ("No child, I have grown old. Let the sacrifice of my final moments be useful for the freedom of our kingdom. If you do not leave now, everyone's sacrifice today will go to waste. Go, my brave child, go! Keep the flag of Swarajya flying high!")

The wooden doors are coming undone under the Mughal weapons. Sardar Trimbak-pant Hanmante stands before the secret tunnel door, his sword drawn, bleeding but resolute. Jaskirat and Prince Shahu are forced to tear themselves apart. "Rajkumar... Shahu! Mazya aaisahebanchee kaljee ghea. Mee jatoy, pan mazya aaila ekte sodu naka!" ("Prince... Shahu! Please take care of my mother. I am leaving, but do not leave my mother alone!") Jaskirat says while crying.

Prince Shahu grips his childhood friend’s shoulders and say with a confident voice "Mee shappath ghetor, Jaskirat! Mee tuzya aaila mazya aaisarkhech japeen. Pan too... too amchya prajeechee kaljee ghea. Swarajyacha vaagh mhanun jag!"("I swear it, Jaskirat! I will protect your mother just like my own. But you... you must take care of my people. Live like the tiger of Swarajya!")

Both small boys look at each other and make a promise with their gazes "Swarajyacha vaagh, kadhich jhopat nahi!"("The tiger of Swarajya never sleeps!") Sardar Trimbak-pant gently but firmly pulls Jaskirat away and pushes him into the dark stone tunnel. He slams the heavy stone hatch shut, locking it from the outside. Jaskirat bangs his small fists against the stone from inside, weeping silently in the pitch black.

Sardar Trimbak-pant Hanmante then faces the door with rage and chants “"Har Har Mahadev! Swarajya Amar Raasho! Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj kee Jai!" ("Har Har Mahadev! May Swarajya live forever! Victory to Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj!")

The main doors then burst open with a loud crash and a wave of Mughal soldiers pours into the chamber. Sardar Trimbak-pant charges blindly into the crowd. He swings his sword with fury, cutting down three soldiers, but the large numbers of soldiers overwhelm him, a man who’s nearing his 60s. Multiple spears pierce his chest and he falls to his knees, gasping for breath, but keeps his eyes locked on the secret door, smiling because he knows Jaskirat is safe. Jaskirat sees this and almost let out a gasp of horror. He takes his final breath as General Zulfiqar Khan walks past his body to arrest Maharani Yesubai and Prince Shahu. Sardar Trimbak-pant took his last breaths while gazing to the secret door, knowing that he had done his absolute best to serve the kingdom and his king.

Jaskirat sees his Sardar take his last breaths with a smile on his face and he is absolute crushed. While his father was a great man and a great father, he never really got to spend as much time with Jaskirat as he was always busy with court affairs and the King. Sardar Trimbak-pant was always there for him in the place of his father. Now seeing him die in front of his eyes made Jaskirat grief in a way that he never imagined. He lost two fathers in two years. now he knows that he has to succeed in his mission and that he has to bring the Maratha kingdom back up in its feet. He has to fulfill his promise to his childhood best friend and Maharani. Jaskirat Singh Rangi needs to succeed and he will succeed in his mission no matter what. no matter what comes his way. no matter who comes his way.

Author’s note: hello my lovelies 🎀 i started writing this because i didnt wanted to to do my assignment lmao but yippee ! it’s finally here !! just so you know i’m still in hiatus, i just wanted to give something to you amazing people because some of you were really excited for the Magadheera inspired AU. That being said, this AU will be heavily inspired by Magadheera, Jodha Akbar (the series not the movie) and some other movies. you’ll figure out when the next parts eventually come out. tumblr pls fix your stupid draft saving problem because why didn’t my draft saved and i had to rewrite this 2 times. the next update will probably be the face claims and some info on the characters so stay tuned for that.

Also if you think this fic is being biased about one kingdom over the rest, pls wait for the story to unfold. it is important to note that this so far is in jaskirat’s pov. there’s always two sides of story in a war. oh and if the marathi is shirt i apologise.

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Retroflexification of place names in Marathi

I find it interesting how certain place names are pronounced with retroflex consonants in Marathi, even if they aren’t in the languages it borrowed them from, or the languages spoken in those regions:

Hindi भोपाल (Bhōpāl) → Marathi भोपाळ (Bhōpāḷ)

Hindi लद्दाख़ (Laddāx) → Marathi लडाख (Laḍākh)*

Nepali नेपाल (Nēpāl) → Marathi नेपाळ (Nēpāḷ)

Nepali तिब्बत (Tibbat) → Marathi तिबेट (Tibēṭ)*

Persian اتران (Irân) → Marathi इराण (Irāṇ)

Persian افغانستان (Afǧânestân) → Marathi अफगाणिस्तान (Afgāṇistān)

Contrastingly, Bhutan is called भुटान (Bhuṭān) in Nepali (and འབྲུག་རྒྱལ་ཁབ་ ('Druk Gyal Khab) in Dzongkha), but भूतान (Bhūtān) in Marathi.

*Ladākh and Tibēṭ more likely come from their English names, Ladakh and Tibet (whose Indian English pronunciations can have retroflex consonants). Tibet is called Tibbat in Hindi-Urdu and Persian too. The Tibetan name for Tibet, བོད་ (Böd), is quite different, but is probably still the ultimate origin of Tibbat.