The young Shivaji stood inside the quiet temple of Raireshwar. Oil lamps flickered against the stone walls. Around him stood a handful of loyal friends — boys with fire in their hearts.
Shivaji placed his hand upon the sacred Shivalinga and said,
"Before Mahadev, I swear — we shall build Swarajya, a kingdom where our people live with honor."
The others repeated the oath. That night, Swarajya was not a kingdom yet — it was a dream. But in the eyes of young Shivaji, it was already destiny.