Death and Succession
Murshid Quli Khan died on June 30, 1727 (1139 A.H.) according to Riyaz-us-Salatin by Ghulam Husain Salim. However Encyclopaedia Britannica suggests that the year was 1726.
In absence of a direct heir, he nominated his grandson Sarfaraz Khan to succeed him. It is highly likely that Sarfaraz Khan ascended to the Masnad (throne) as Nawab Nazim before abdicating in favour of his father Shuja-ud-Din Muhammad Khan. On hearing of Sarfaraz's accession to the Masnad, Shuja-ud-Din, the Diwan Nazim (Subahdar) of Orissa, marched at the head of a large army towards Murshidabad. To avoid a conflict in the family, the dowager Begum of Murshid Quli Khan intervened; and her son-in-law Shuja-ud-Din Muhammad Khan ascended to the Masnad of Bengal.
By the end of 1727, Shuja-ud-Din was firmly established as the Nawab of Bengal.
Murshid Quli Khan lies buried below the steps of the entrance stairs of the Katra Masjid, a mosque in Murshidabad. He laid the foundation of the Nasiri dynasty which would last for another thirteen years.
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