Chandragupta insisted on going. Chanakya argued violently against it. “He is luring you into a cage.”
“I do not seek your throne, Chandragupta,” Sinharan said, his voice a melodic whisper that carried across the hall. “The Nandas ruled through greed. I saw my brothers poison each other for a golden cup. I fled to the forests, lived among the Nagas, learned their wisdom. I come to offer you a gift—a treaty of blood and silence.” chandragupta maurya tv show
From the shadows of the corridor, Chanakya heard this. For the first time in years, the old Acharya smiled—a thin, rare curve of his lips. Chandragupta insisted on going
The false Naga prince screamed, dropping the dagger. The fang was not a fang at all, but a hollowed needle filled with a powerful sedative. Within seconds, Sinharan’s legs buckled. He collapsed, conscious but paralyzed, his eyes wide with disbelief. “The Nandas ruled through greed
“Not just poison, Queen,” Sinharan said softly. “ Nagaraja venom. One drop stops the heart in three breaths. The wine was meant for you, not your husband. You see, I have studied Chandragupta. He is a lion—hard to kill. But a lion without his lioness? He becomes reckless, angry, blind. Your death would have broken him more surely than any sword.”
He knelt beside the paralyzed Sinharan. “You are not a Nanda prince. You are a cousin thrice removed, a failed merchant from Anga who once sold counterfeit jewels. You killed the real Sinharan in the forest and took his locket. The Nagas despise you. They fed us your every secret for a bag of gold.”
Sinharan was not executed. On Chandragupta’s orders, he was stripped of his claims, branded on the forehead as a liar, and exiled beyond the empire’s borders—alive, but forgotten.