We Indians love our past served hot and cinematic. Mughal-e-Azam gave us palaces, Tanhaji gave us goosebumps, Bajirao Mastani gave us the love story to replace Romeo and Juliet, and now Chhaava, which dropped on February 14, 2025, gives us Sambhaji as a titan—Shivaji’s son, Swarajya’s shield, staring down Aurangzeb’s tyranny. He’s fierce, flawless; a king you’d follow into a furnace. But history’s not that clean and elegant, and I’ve got the chai stains on my notebooks to prove it. Sambhaji was real—messy, brilliant, human—and Chhaava skips the bits that don’t shine. He’s a warrior king defending his people against the ruthless Mughal emperor Aurangzeb, who sought to crush the Maratha spirit. The film’s Sambhaji is a lion—bold, righteous, and invincible until his tragic end. But as someone who’s spent years sifting through chronicles and arguing over facts with fellow history buffs, I can’t shake the feeling that this halo of perfection flattens a far richer tale.