The Rise of Vikramaditya: Bharat’s Unbroken Destiny

The Mughals Arrive at Mewar's Gates

The distant sound of war drums echoed across the land. The air was thick with dust as the massive Mughal army approached Chittorgarh. From the fortress walls, Rajput warriors stood ready, their eyes fixed on the horizon.

Then, they saw it.

A sea of banners—green, gold, and crimson—waving under the scorching sun. War elephants covered in iron plating. Mughal cavalry, their lances gleaming. Archers on horseback, ready to rain death upon the fort.

And at the center of it all, Jahangir himself, seated on a mighty war elephant, dressed in golden armor.

The Mughal emperor gazed up at Chittorgarh, his lips curling into a cold smile. "This is where the Rajputs will fall," he declared. "This time, there will be no escape."

Beside him, Asaf Khan, his trusted general, surveyed the battlefield.

"My Emperor, Chittorgarh's walls are strong. A direct assault will cost us dearly," Asaf Khan warned. "We should surround the fort, cut off their supplies, and starve them out."

Jahangir's eyes burned with hatred.

"No," he said. "I want this fort taken by force. I want Amar Singh dragged before me in chains."

With a single command, the siege of Chittorgarh began.

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The First Wave: The Mughal Attack

The massive war drums of the Mughal army pounded like thunder as thousands of soldiers surged forward. Siege towers rolled across the battlefield, filled with archers who began firing arrows at the fortress.

Rajput warriors stood firm, shields raised, deflecting the deadly rain.

Then, the Mughal elephants charged. Their tusks were covered in sharp steel blades, their massive bodies like battering rams. Their goal was simple—smash through the gates.

But Amar Singh had anticipated this.

From the walls, his voice rang out:

"Release the fire barrels!"

At once, Rajput soldiers pushed massive burning barrels of oil down the slopes. The barrels exploded upon impact, setting the battlefield ablaze.

The elephants screamed in pain as fire consumed them. Many turned and trampled their own men.

The first wave had been broken.

But the Mughals were far from finished.

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Amar Singh's Deadly Strategy

As the Mughals regrouped, Amar Singh stood atop the fortress, watching with cold determination.

He turned to his generals, Rana Karan Singh and Udai Bhan.

"They will come again," he said. "And we will be ready."

He had already prepared a three-stage defense strategy:

1. False Weakness – The Rajputs would pretend to be struggling, allowing the Mughals to push closer.

2. Hidden Traps – Deep pits had been dug at key points, covered with wooden planks and grass. The moment the Mughals charged, they would fall into the pits filled with sharpened stakes.

3. Night Raids – Each night, Rajput warriors would slip out of the fort, attacking the Mughal camps and setting their supplies on fire.

The siege would not be won by brute force. It would be a battle of endurance and strategy.

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The Mughal's Second Attack: The Siege Towers

At dawn, the Mughal army launched its second major assault.

This time, they pushed massive siege towers forward, their archers positioned high above, raining arrows down on the Rajputs.

Jahangir watched from a distance, his face filled with confidence. "Let's see how long they last now," he muttered.

The first siege tower reached the walls. Mughal soldiers leaped onto the fort, clashing with Rajput warriors.

For a moment, it seemed the Mughals were gaining ground.

Then, Amar Singh gave the signal.

His men poured boiling oil onto the siege towers, setting them on fire. The wooden structures burned, collapsing under their own weight, taking hundreds of Mughal soldiers down with them.

Jahangir's face twisted in fury.

"Damn them!" he roared.

The Rajputs had once again outmaneuvered him.

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The Night of Fire: Rajput Counterattack

As darkness fell, the battlefield fell silent.

But while the Mughal army slept, the Rajputs moved.

Amar Singh had personally selected his finest warriors for a midnight raid.

Dressed in dark clothes, they slipped through secret passages in the fort, emerging behind the Mughal lines.

Then, without warning, they attacked.

The Mughal supply tents erupted in flames as Rajput swords cut through the night. Horses panicked, elephants ran wild, and chaos spread through the enemy camp.

By the time the Mughals fought back, the Rajputs were already gone—vanishing into the shadows like ghosts.

Jahangir woke to the smell of burning supplies and the screams of his men.

His rage knew no bounds.

"This is no longer a war," he growled. "This is personal."

The siege of Chittorgarh had only just begun.