Dark clouds loomed over the capital city of Marathas, Karnavati. The city seemed desolate and barren. There was barely any activity going on in the once-brimming city. The Royal Palace seemed to suffer from the same fate as it stood, expecting an impending catastrophe.
The threat of invasion loomed over the Marathas as they readied themselves for another war with the Mughals.
The rapid expansions of the Mughals were hurting the Marathas a lot. They already fought many wars with the Mughals, and despite their larger numbers, they managed to keep them in check.
Meanwhile, in the royal court of the Marathas, the discussion of the impeding war was happening.
Devendra Chavan, the king of the Marathas, was in his early fifties despite his age. His physique was excellent. He had long hair streaked with grey and a thick mustache.
"The information is true. The Qutbs have joined hands with the Mughals for this endeavour."
