No one had come to that dark cell of the prison for three days. Both the prisoners were not given even a single roti for food during these three days. His body was becoming weak, but his courage was still that of a warrior. Yes, why not! One of them was the one who had fought two hundred big and small battles in the last ten years and was not defeated even once. And the second was his poet friend and general.
On the fourth day, a runner entered that dark cell with the light of a torch. Both the prisoners became conscious. Harker said, "Badshah Alamgir's message is for you! If you accept Islam, your life will be spared."
The prisoner smiled. One of them 'who was of huge and beautiful body' called the keeper to him with a gesture. Everyone was happy in his heart. He smiled closer. The prisoner looked at his face with a smile and spit on his face. Then he said, "Even the soldiers of our army will not dare to change religion to save a life! Then you are standing in front of the son of Shivaji Raje...
Tell it to Aurangzeb! Lions never pull the chariot of jackals..."
Everyone got up crying. He ordered the soldiers, and the prisoners in handcuffs were presented to the court. In front of Aurangzeb... no one had seen Aurangzeb smiling. He looked very cruel in appearance. He fixed his eyes on the face of the prisoner and said, "Sambhaji! Change your religion, I will leave... otherwise, there is no way to escape now. Life will be lost..."
How much courage was there in the body of that warrior who was imprisoned without food and water for three days? He roared, "Have you seen saffron Sultan? Saffron is not only the color of life, it is also the color of death. Don't show fear of death to the warriors who fight with saffron on their forehead, Aurangzeb! I should not even change clothes on your request, you are Talking about religion..."
Sweat began to shine on Aurangzeb's forehead. He rolled his eyes in anger and roared - cut off both his hands...
It took a few moments, and both the hands of Sambhaji Raje were amputated. His body trembled with unbearable pain. Aurangzeb said again, "Speak now! There is still time..."
"Hijras do business of religion Aurangzeb, not men... Do your work, Aurangzeb! Sambhaji Bhosle is not the name of the person to be defeated." The strength of the body was running out, but Sambhaji's courage was in the sky.
"Cut off his tongue...cut off both his legs too..." Aurangzeb roared.
It took a few moments, and Chhatrapati Sambhaji Raje Bhosle's tongue and both legs were also cut off. Now there was no force left in his body at all, consciousness was gone... the body was unconscious but the eyes were open. Like saying, "You are a fool, Alamgir! Being imprisoned, the lion does not speak the language of the goat."
Aurangzeb pointed, and Sambhaji's neck was cut off. Aurangzeb got up and muttered, "You have not been defeated anywhere, Shivaji! If I had a son like your son, today the whole of India would be mine..."
The pieces of Shambhuji's body were thrown into the river, which the people living on the river bank took out and joined and cremated.
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