Agastya
I was done.
I was done trying to make her understand. She seemed to avoid me, possibly to punish me and clearly wanted nothing more to do with me.
I inhaled sharply and turned away from her door.
Something inside broke—something beyond repair. The final ounce of hope lies shattered.
The last hope of finding someone to hold on to had gone.
I returned to my room, completed my war plans, and left the following day; I had told Rudra Bhaisa.
She didn ’ t come to see me off, and I didn ’ t want her to either.
I didn ’ t feel it anymore. I could force her into a relationship, but I couldn ’ t ensure her happiness against her will.
She wanted to be happy, but it seemed like all she really wanted was to hate someone.
When she was done hating, and I was done loving, we couldn ’ t be anything to each other anymore.
And now it was my choice.
Fuck love.
I arrived in Pratapgarh early in the morning and met the head commander of Mahabaleshgarh with his troop. "Commander Ashwin," I greeted with a broad smile, dismounting from my horse.
He stood, joining his hands, "Welcome to Pratapgarh, Kunwar .” I clasped over his hands, accepting his greetings, before stepping ahead for a tight hug.
We all were friends from the Gurukul—Ashwin, Eklavya, and many others.
"How are you?" I asked, shaking his shoulders with pride. He was one of the brightest stars among us.
“ I can ’ t be any better,” he smiled.
Pratapgarh had completely transformed since the last time I saw it. Significant reconstruction had altered the landscape, and the trees and greenery appeared vibrant. The flooring, scenery, and everything else were mesmerizing.
“ It ’ s beautiful. King Abhinandan has done a phenomenal job here.” I couldn ’ t help but admire it, unlike those who failed to appreciate someone ’ s effort and dedication.
“ Indeed, he has. After all, he has great taste in architecture and a fine knowledge of colors,” Ashwin added, earning a gentle nod from me.
“ Alright, what ’ s the situation here?” I asked. He stepped back to place the map on the stone table, which was adorned with small stone-carved soldier idols in their respective positions.
“ If the situation escalates at Mehrangarh, I will meet the Army with King Abhinandan twenty miles before Pratapgarh. We ’ ll deploy the troops in three divisions. The first will be the front-line soldiers on elephants and horses—deadly and highly capable—waiting for the army twenty miles from here. We will assign hidden troops to take out the army ’ s smaller contingents lying in ambush along the route. They will hide among the trees; they ’ re known for their marksmanship. The third group will comprise soldiers stationed at Pratapgarh castle itself, equipped with the remaining elephants, horses, and weapons,” he explained as I focused on the map to understand his words.
“ Alright. That looks like a solid plan. Attacking them in phases would weaken them,” I patted him on his shoulder.
“ And remember, Ashwin, we won ’ t give them an inch of our land, much less a kingdom,” I added. He nodded, staring intensely into my eyes before replying, “ We will not, Kunwar .”
Next, I asked him to show me the stock of weapons, rations, and emergency travel supplies. I also encouraged him to bring in some physicians, cooks, and male attendants for the Kingdom. This would enable the soldiers to concentrate solely on the war.
After a long discussion, I asked to take my leave, but he stopped me, insisting that I should at least spend the night there and leave in the morning since it was already dark.
I agreed and spent the night on the terrace under the starry sky. The image of her face haunted my heartbeats against my will. I didn ’ t want to cause her pain, but it hurt me now.
I knew that what I had done in my past was wrong, but I confided in her because I trusted her—or at least I believed she would understand me, as she promised to stand by my side through everything. However, she changed overnight.
In that moment, I realized it wasn ’ t just hurt or resentment; it was mostly about the fact that she didn ’ t trust me. And under no circumstances, no matter how deeply you love someone, nothing will ever make sense if there is no trust.
My efforts were in vain because she didn ’ t trust me. I asked her if she could trust me regarding my words, but she declined. Nothing hurt me more than that.
Still, I understood it was all because of her past. She had a painful history, and she was simply a wounded soul.
But I couldn ’ t let anyone else step into my heart. I offered the rest of my heart to her. And she shattered it for both of us.
I took a deep breath, promising myself that no matter what happened next, I would never picture the two of us together, not even in my worst nightmares.
She called me a manwhore. That was true. I was one, but I didn ’ t want to hear it from her mouth. She didn ’ t have to hurt me like that.
I closed my eyes, holding back tears. I would not cry for her, not for anyone anymore. No one could change that for me—no one ’ s love, hate, or demands. I was done with love in this life.
Maybe, try in the next one.
Now, I only had to expand our kingdom and make this land the most powerful continent.
I attempted to catch some sleep, but she eluded me. Her thoughts kept me restless all night, and I woke up with a headache.
After preparing in my warrior attire, I left Pratapgarh for Mehrangarh, only to find Eklavya already there. He had taken a break from Rashmika, fabricating stories about his grandmother ’ s death.
“ Eklavya,” I called out as I spotted him where we had agreed to meet. He carried two bags and a few soldiers.
“ Is everything ready?” I asked.
“ Yes, everything ’ s prepared,” she stated before inquiring, “ But what are you planning to do?”
I rolled my tongue over my lips, struggling with the thin air. "I am planning to fuck these motherfuckers in my way," I promised, and he thinned brows with confusion.
“ But what is your way? ?” he chuckled softly.
I rested my hand on his shoulder and looked at the soldiers observing me. There were five of them. “ Listen to me very carefully,” I started, drawing everyone ’ s attention.
“ Keep this rope hanging in this empty well for seven days. Do not leave this place. I will come back soon through this rope. And,” I inhaled deeply and looked at Eklavya. “ If I do not return in seven days, do not tell anyone until we win the war,” I ordered, and his expression changed immediately.
“ But where are you going?” he asked, looking into his eyes. “ Just listen to me carefully, Eklavya,”
"If I don ’ t return in seven days, take the lead and go near the army with the trained arrow shooters. Hide behind the trees and kill the invaders immediately. Do not leave a single one alive, understand?" I asked, and he nodded, looking at me. I leaned forward and hugged him tightly.
“ Jai Mahakaal,” I cheered, to which he responded with a determined and powerful voice, “ Jai Mahakaal.”
Looking at the soldiers, I nodded and ordered, “ Hang the rope.”
I took one bag with me and walked toward a large group of soldiers waiting for me at the requested place.
I walked toward the wide, dry river opening I had discovered with Eklavya the other day and saw the soldiers waiting for me. Ashwin had appointed them all at my request.
“ So, have you all had breakfast?” I asked, glancing at the soldiers with a hint of fear. “ Yes, commander,” one of them thundered in a loud voice, and I appreciated looking at him.
"Bahut se yudh lade honge aapne aaj tak. Lekin aaj to karya karna hai vo yudh ladne se jyada mehtavpoorn hai. Chahe jo bhi ho jae, galti nahi honi chahiye, or thakna to bilkul nahi,"
“ You all must have fought many wars by now. But the work you have to do today is far more important than any war. No matter what happens, no mistakes should be made, and you must not tire until it is finished,” I said, and they all replied with a strong voice.
"Jai Mahakaal,"
"Jai Mahakaal," I replied in the same tone, and we all entered the same area inside the cave. With the help of the fire torches, I finally reached the spot where the cannons were placed. Everyone was shocked to see them, and I told them to immediately remove the ropes they were carrying and tie them to the cannons.
I asked them to do ten cannons at a time. It took quite a while, and it felt like evening fell as a small group of soldiers arrived with food and water supplies for them. After the meal, we all resumed our work, and I helped tie the ropes to the cannon.
“ Come on, pull them forward to the outside now and take them where I asked you to take them,” I said, helping them move the cannons up the slopes. I instructed them to get the cannons out, and it took almost five and a half hours to remove twenty cannons from the cave.
"Take them to the place I asked you all to take them to," I said, and one of them asked.
“ Commander, you won ’ t come?"
I smiled at him and shook my head. “ You take charge from here, and if I don ’ t arrive in time for the attack, let Commander Eklavya take over,” I said, and they all nodded.
They ghosted the cannons away with the help of elephants covered in black clothes.
I was alone now.
I closed my eyes and prayed to Mahadev to watch over everyone and ensure that no one died in this war—not a single soldier.
I went back into the cave and began examining it closely. I pressed my ear against the cave walls to listen for the water level on the other side, if there was any, because I had noticed dampness on the rocks the previous day.
That simply meant a parallel water channel was running alongside this dry channel, but there was a thick wall separating us.
All I had to do was find the spot where the wall was thin.
If I couldn ’ t burn these cannons to ashes, I could destroy them with water.
I continued searching for the next one and a half days for the thin places and marked a few. Now, I needed to explore the high-pressure point where the water would be heavy and turbulent, flowing with such force that it would take everything with it.
I was about to start hitting that place with the axe. But suddenly, I heard some movement in the cave. My ears perked up, and I quickly ducked behind a wall, extinguishing the torch in my hand. I couldn ’ t afford to be caught. I watched a troop of Mehrangarh soldiers arrive to take out the cannons.
Damn!
The troops of soldiers were taking the cannons out. This was the do-or-die moment. I had to break the water. I could not let them move even a single one.
Closing my eyes and inhaling a deep breath, I lifted the axe. Pacing a few steps away, I calmed my wild and intensely racing heartbeats.
Suman ’ s flashed through my mind. She ’ d survive if I died. I shouldn ’ t need to think about her.
And, Bhaisa, you both are happily married and have reasons to stay alive and not do this suicide mission. But I do not have any, and being alive, I could not let you two do any of this.
Rudraja will always be my favorite child, no matter how many would come. I love you, baby.
I truly love everyone: Bhabhisa, Rudraja, Guruji, Abhinandan, Eklavya, Ashwin, Ashwait, Trisha, Maasima, and everyone I have ever met.
I exhaled deeply, trying to control my emotional turbulence, and lifted the axe high in the air before hitting the marked point.
"Hey, who are you? What are you doing?" I heard the voices but ignored them.
I hit the wall again, using all the strength I had left with.
"Hey, hey, hey, what the hell are you doing? Stop!” the swords were, and I closed my eyes before hitting the wall again.
They sprinted towards me, and my breaths stopped, gazing at them momentarily.
A commotion erupted in the cave, followed by a sudden earthquake.
My heart came into my mouth. I tried to stay firm in my place. A few of them fell. The screams erupted. I felt scared to death.
But not terrified.
“ If you want to stay alive, just run,” I warned them and hit the wall again.
A crack ran through the wall as lightning struck in the thunder—the noise of the wall breaking at the speed of the snake.
It suffocated.
One more attack and it would be game over.
I didn ’ t hesitate.
The river broke free through the crack, and I knew one more hit, and it would be done.
“ We will kill you, stop!”
“ I said stop,” they yelled at me, but they didn ’ t step forward as they were equally terrified.
“ Jai Mahakaal, Har Har Mahadev!!”
I screamed with all my strength and hit one last time.
My heart stopped, standing frozen, as the crack widened in the wall.
It had grown to seven to ten meters in height and width, like a thundering current.
I closed my eyes, pacing back. River rushed through the broken wall as clouds burst, and floods swallowed the villages.
The dry mud dampened.
The sound of high-pressure water leaking echoed through the cave as I watched the soldiers step back.
"Run, run away from here," they yelled to each other as they ran.
Suddenly, the wall broke, and a flood hit me like a mountain.
I could not believe it; a ten-metre-tall wall collapsed like a castle of sand. The rock hit my head, and I cried out. The water crashed into me, smashing me into the wall.
My breathing swallowed, and I noticed the tunnel filling faster with the water. It began flowing towards the low point, taking me with it effortlessly.
I had to reach the high end, to the well.
I lifted my axe and, at one point, hit it in the tunnel ceiling to stop myself from running into the water.
It missed.
I groaned.
I threw my hands and legs to swim through the monstrous flow.
I hit again.
Missed.
“ What the hell?” I yelled. “ Urghhhhhh,”
My shoulder hit the wall, cracking skin and drawing blood. The water rushed into my mouth, reaching to my nose. I lifted my face, panting harder against the ceiling.
But it didn ’ t work.
I hit the axe again, trying to find a spot where I could hang.
Missed again, flowed along the water.
But amid all this, a smile appeared on my face, noticing the cannons drowning in water.
As I said, I would ruin them with water if I could not burn them.
The cries of soldiers dying, hitting against the cannons, and drowning hit my ear.
I immediately hit the axe again and finally hung on the ceiling, waiting for the water flow to calm down.
My knuckles whitened. I held myself with one hand, rotating with the other, consuming all my energy.
Thankfully, the groundwater was not that cold and dense.
I waited until it calmed, filling the empty spaces in the tunnel.
Now, you can ’ t take the cannons out until the water drains. And in this life, the water would never drain.
I exhaled deeply and started swimming toward the river ’ s prime point, where the rope awaited me.
It was pitch dark here.
My only hope was my memory. I began swimming with the axe to take breaks between small sessions.
Suddenly, my head hit hard against a rock, “ Urghhhhhhhh,” and I cried out in pain.
“ Oh, my god!”
I didn ’ t know if I bled since I couldn ’ t tell the difference between blood and water.
But I kept going.
I was brutally tired and sleepy and dizzy.
But a war awaited my leadership, and I needed to do it for everyone ’ s safety.
To keep my blood warm, I thought of my family, whom I had to see upon returning. But not Suman. I wasn ’ t sure why, but I didn ’ t want to talk to her. I didn ’ t have the courage.
You know what the other person thinks about, and if it ’ s not what you expected, then you might not look into their eyes.
I am unsure how I feel about her at the moment, but it is certainly not a dreamlike experience. She mentioned I was bothering her, that she didn ’ t want to see me, that she didn ’ t trust me, and that she didn ’ t even want to talk to me.
And I didn ’ t know what the hell I had done wrong.
Honestly, if her past was like mine or worse, I would never have questioned it or made her feel ashamed, even if I didn ’ t want to stay with her.
She said ‘ No ’ without even hearing me out. I would never turn that into a ‘ Yes, ’ even if the world blackmailed me into stopping before it.
Finally, after a long, long time, a light flashed before my eyes. I inhaled a deep breath, noticing the rope hanging.
I swam faster.
Grabbing the rope ’ s end, I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Pull me up,"
No one responded from the other side, and I closed my eyes in exhaustion. I didn ’ t realize my voice wasn ’ t coming from my throat. It burnt.
My whole body burnt.
"I said, pull me up," I yelled again.
No one listened. My body felt weak, and the rope slipped from my hand.
No one replied, and I could feel myself being drowned in the water.
Using the last ounce of energy, I pulled the rope down and felt the restraint tied to the tree.
"Pull me up!" My scream was shaky, and I finally felt the soldier responded, pulling me up.
I curled the rope around my hand. The wound of the cut from the other day opened again, sending waves of brutal pain through me.
Finally, I felt a pair of hands holding me and taking me out.
“ ,” I felt gentle slaps on my cheeks, but I couldn ’ t see anything. Everything was a blur, and I didn ’ t know what happened next.
I found myself awake; my eyes met with Eklavya ’ s.
"Are you okay?" He asked, helping me sit up.
I nodded and looked around to realize I was in one of the soldier ’ s tents.
"War?" I asked, my head bursting with the unbearable pain.
"Our men noticed the invaders coming through the river. They will be here tomorrow," his words widened my eyes.
I thinned my brows as I stood up. “ What?” My headache subsided. “ We can ’ t wait for tomorrow.” I glared at him and immediately fell back, unable to keep my feet steady on the ground.
“ You ’ re injured, . You have several wounds and cuts. You need medicine,” Eklavya said, holding my shoulders. I shook my head before I realized I was wearing different clothes.
"If I think about my injury, the entire Hind will get injured. And who the hell changed my clothes without my permission?" I roared, glaring at Eklavya.
His face was confused and flushed.
He came near, “ ,” and murmured in my ear. “ You have your thing pierced?"
My eyes widened. "How dare you change my clothes without my permission!"
He hid his smile. “ I am just asking, man. Why? Is it good? Should I get it done, too? How did you get to know about it?”
He clearly made fun of me, and I gazed around, wondering who was hearing us.
No one.
"I mean, it's interesting. A small tribe in Sindhiya does that. I have read about it in history books," I answered.
"Bhabhisa knows?"
I gritted my teeth, blazing. "Unko muh fulane se fursat hogi, tab to janengi,"
"She will know only if she gets time from crying,"
Confused, he furrowed his brows, and I smacked his chest and asked, “ I hope you didn ’ t change my clothes in front of the entire village.”
He smirked. “ Um, not the village, just a few attendees who helped me change your clothes,” he said, and I shook my head in disbelief.
"I hate you, Eklavya. I hate you," I said, pressing my hand on my head; they had bandaged me.
"We should go now," I said.
"Yes, we should," the seriousness returned in his voice.
We both mounted our horses and rode to the highest point of the mountains on either side of the river.
Eklavya had already positioned the cannons on both sides—ten on each—hidden behind the bushes and trees, at twenty meters. All the placements also included the cannonballs.
The only thing we missed was the trail. We didn ’ t have time for the testing. But King Abhinandan explained to me how to use them effectively.
I looked at the soldier sitting there with the binoculars.
"What's the news?" I asked, raking it from his and putting it before my eyes.
"They are near,"
"Keep an eye on them," I returned it.
I sat on the stone with a bag in my hand, waiting for the boats to arrive. A wave of panic washed over the soldier as he gazed through the glasses.
“ Did you find the king of the army?” I asked him, and he squinted his eyes.
“ Yes,” he replied, “ it seems like the army has a king,” though unsure.
Sailing the boat, I arrived at the cannon we had. Then, I took the gun from my bag and stood up.
"Light the fire," I ordered a small troop of soldiers with me. They lit the fire, took their arrows, and bowed out.
I bit my lips and fired a shot into the air, alerting the entire army of invaders.
Hundreds of boats were approaching. They drew their swords, and suddenly, the fireworks began.
A loud, earth-shattering sound erupted through the mountain ranges as we fired the first cannon, targeting the boat and killing around fifty soldiers at a time.
Eklavya handed the army from the other side of the mountains, and I watched the invaders jump into the water, trying to emerge from the river.
"Give me the bow," I asked the soldier. Tugging the arrow on the bow, I lit its oiled tip and pointed at the river ’ s shore, where the vast dried grass stood tall.
It was all covered with the burning oil.
I loosened my fingers, and within a fraction of a moment, the grassy beach was blazing on fire.
Eklavya did the same from the other side, and soldiers boosted the cannon attacks.
But the invaders spotted us and took out their bows and arrows as well.
I placed the arrow down and fired another shot with my gun, signaling the soldiers to intensify the cannon ’ s attacks. Our soldiers, hidden in the trees, started their arrow assaults.
The noise of cannons echoed through the mountain ranges, shaking the vast stones with earth-shattering tremors. A cataclysmic roar threatened to destroy everything in its path.
The thick clouds rising from the gunpowder smoke drifted high into the sky, while the fiery smoke billowing from the tall grasses added heavy into black clouds.
I coughed and watched the enemy soldiers burning as they jumped into the river, becoming a feast for crocodiles, if there were any, in the water.
It was satisfying to treat them as they had treated others. How could they even think about burning our kingdom, our region?
I wouldn ’ t leave a single one of them alive. They were trying and struggling. They bleed. One got shot into his head; his head burst open, satisfying me for some strange reason.
I wanted to see them bleed with pain. They had enraged me.
Their cries blurred under the cannon ’ s attacks. A round shot landed right over a big ship. It cracked into two on the spot. The soldiers burnt. They threw their hands, shredding clothes, jumping into the water, but our archers fucked them, piercing their hearts.
The boats behind the sunk one turned around and fastened towards us. And I immediately fired three gunshots, pinning soldiers ’ attention to them.
Archers mounted the horses, taking the invaders down.
I climbed on my horse, armed with my gun, bow, arrows, and sword, and gripped the reins with my trembling fingers.
“ Come on, Ashwait. I need to fuck them down,” I told my horse, bouncing on his back as he raced faster through the steep mountain in a crisscross pattern, avoiding the trees.
I looked at the invading soldier, lifting his bow to me at the banks of the river, and I grabbed my bow and arrow to shoot right into his mouth, hollowing his head.
He fell back. Ashwait raced even faster to reach the riverbank, filled with small, finely shaped stones. I patted Ashwait ’ s back to slow him down while attacking the invaders alone.
I hastened, shooting arrows one after another at them. Even the cannons were inching closer, and finally, a troop of soldiers arrived, loading the guns into the boats and running after them.
I yanked Ashwait ’ s reins to stop him and climbed down. Sprinting toward the river, I plunged into the water to swim to the ship.
The soldiers helped me climb it.
“ Give me that!” I exclaimed, snatching the ball from the soldier ’ s hand. After putting it in the hole, I told another soldier to light the tail with the torch when I signaled. I aimed it at the running ship. The water chilled my fingers and soaked my clothes.
But the blood in my veins boiled with anger, hatred, and countless emotions I couldn ’ t comprehend at that moment.
"Light it," I yelled.
My gaze, intense at the tail, sparkling before burning down. I tightened my fist on the cannon's handle, aiming at the giant boat.
Boom!
It shook me to the core, visibly.
The release of the projectile was so forceful that my entire body shook from the impact. I watched closely as it soared before landing directly on the ship ’ s bow, splitting it in two. The soldiers caught fire and leaped high into the air from the blast, and I raised my hand slightly to signal the archers to aim at them.
I did not want any of them alive.
A rain of arrows followed my command, killing almost all the invaders.
“ One more,” I ordered, turning back to the soldiers. They put on another cannonball.
“ Speed up the ship!” I yelled at the soldiers, and we began pursuing the enemy ships, attempting to escape.
"Light it," I hurried.
I aimed at the other boat, and boom.
It broke into pieces, and all the soldiers drowned in the river.
Motherfuckers!
“ More,” I said, and we sailed after them, but my heart stopped instantly when I saw a massive boat, twice our size, speeding toward us.
And, suddenly, I noticed something else as well.
"Give me the fucking binoculars!" my fingers trembled, taking it from a soldier.
The moment I held it up to my eyes and saw a massive cannon and a few soldiers on that giant ship, I screamed. “ Fall back!!”
The cannon was not the same as we had.
I yelled to all the boats, “ I said, turn around,” and cried again, “ Fucking get out of here!” My voice faded amidst the cannon fire, and suddenly, that enormous ship set to launch an assault.
I quickly drew my gun and aimed it at them. But, because of the distance and the waves rocking the boat, I couldn ’ t keep my aim steady. Still, I clenched my fists tightly, and suddenly, a roar erupted from the cannon.
My gaze sharpened at the cannonball flying in the air, and before it could reach any closer to me, I aimed hard with my gun, diffusing it in mid-air. A dense smoke of clouds erupted.
My heartbeats raced wildly, gazing at the person leading the charge from the enemy side, and before I could understand anything, he shot another fierce cannonball.
It hit our ship, cracking it into pieces. The soldiers fell into the river.
My jaw tightened as half of the boat behind my back was gone.
"Light it up,"
I ordered to the soldier still holding grounds with me. We faced imminent drowning. I had this only chance.
Fisting my hands on the cannon ’ s handle, “ Fucking light it up," I roared. Though his hands trembled uncontrollably, he carried on.
I aimed at the bottom of their boat, but he fired along.
His cannonball smashed into our cannon. Everything went dark. I was too stunned to react. My ears were unresponsive, and my eyes saw nothing. There was only a ringing sound enveloping me I could hear.
I drowned deep, and when my breath hit my chest, I tried to go up.
Facing out, I panted hard, adjusting my vision of their ship ’ s broken base and the water getting into it.
Some harm was done.
A smile lingered, but I gritted my teeth angrily as they attacked another of our boats.
But, it was not enough.
I swam on the ship.
They could not run alive.
I grabbed the ropes hanging from his ship and climbed. It swung, tilting sideways and losing its balance, as I pulled the rope with all my strength.
My hands ached. The cuts began to bleed, but I tried to climb faster.
The moment I stepped onto their boat, I looked at the tall, well–built soldiers who were looking at me.
Surprise!
They immediately lifted their swords, and I nodded, looking at them, trying to catch my breath.
Raking my eyes, I counted their number, which totaled over fifty, and I brought my hand to the side of my waist to take my three-foot-long sword out.
Tilting my head sidewards, I paced back and looked at the men in deep grey attires. I bit my lips to remind myself that my family awaited me. That my Bhaisa would kill me if anything happened to me.
Without me, Rudraja wouldn ’ t have a glorious upbringing, and my Bhabhisas would be devastated.
I gritted my teeth and remembered the person I wished to forget. Yet, if anything were to happen to me, she would also be heartbroken. She could not forgive herself; she would think it happened because of her.
Soldiers ran towards me, and I moved my sword through the flesh and beheaded the first one. His head flew out of the boat. The blood splashed over my face before I grabbed the neck of another one in my hand.
They had pissed me off.
How could they kill our soldiers?
First, they try to enter our land and then kill our people.
“ Not done”! I clicked my tongue, pressing harder into his neck. He choked, and another one attacked me. I moved my sword into his stomach, in and out at a thundering speed, before slicing another's head.
My other hand dragged the man along. His body struggled to be freed, to breathe, and I could not stop deepening my fingers into the side of his neck to pull the primary nerves out.
He died, earning a soft chuckle from me.
Suddenly, a soldier cut through my arm, and I lifted my gaze to look at him.
Amazing!
His eyes widened.
The water dripped down my face and ears as I shook my head slowly.
"Bass yahi nahi karna tha,"
“ You shouldn ’ t have done this,” I muttered, shifting the sword from my left to right hand, and confused him by lifting it high in the air but swirled it around his chest, slicing him into two.
His inner tubes pooled out, blood dissolving into the water, and I might have noticed his poop.
It disgusted me, so I moved to the other ones.
The ship was sinking, death awaiting, death lord somewhere around, but I kept killing them one after the other. They could live only over my dead body.
I got cuts as well. But, when you have the right intention, even the devil kneels before you.
And they had to.
The death lord must wait!
After killing those fifty men, I marched closer to the cannon attacking my people and noticed a seven-foot-tall man with hip-length hair and deep red eyes.
“ What the hell do you eat?” I gritted my teeth angrily as he laughed, looking at me and tsking.
I bit on my lip and tasted the blood. Some dripped down my forehead as well.
"Who are you?" I asked, and he did something that pissed me off beyond measure.
He held the cannon right before me and turned it towards me.
I could not help but laugh.
"Haha,"
His face fell looking at me, and I could not help but laugh even louder. "Hahahhahaha, tsk tsk tsk tsk,"
He gritted his teeth, and I rubbed my mouth off with my cuff.
“ Who are you?" He asked, as his eyes showed a tint of fear now.
"Just a soldier," I said, and he gritted his teeth.
"Who is the fucking King?" he roared in a loud and irritating voice, and I took a step ahead, dragging my sword along. It screeched along at the ship ’ s wet wooden floor.
"Hamare Raja tum jeso ko muh nahi lagate,"
"Our King does not entertain people like you," I stated.
He inhaled deeply and walked behind the cannon.
I couldn ’ t stop growling and sprinting ahead. Jumping over and climbing lightly onto the cannon, I grabbed him and pushed him down beneath me.
I punched his face hard, but he laughed.
My anger surged beyond all limits, and I punched him again square in the face. He laughed once more, prompting me to hit his face even harder. The boat rocked side to side, swaying with the turbulent waters stirred up by the cannon attacks.
Out of nowhere, he seized my clothes, pushed me down, and delivered a powerful punch directly to my face. Blood poured from my mouth as I saw stars.
He landed another one before I could open my eyes, and my lips were torn up.
I groaned in pain, gritted my teeth, and held his fist to stop him from punching me again. Staring into his eyes, I shook my head with a soft chuckle.
"Hum nahi…to aage kataar lagi hui hai, bachke to nahi ja paoge,"
“ If not me, then there is a whole queue; you won't be able to escape.” My voice was hoarse, deep, and slightly raspy shaky.
He punched me in the face with his other hand. He grabbed my collar and jerked me, lifting my face off the floor. I felt a rush of dizziness in my head. “ Who the hell are you?” he yelled with his filthy mouth, stinking like a gutter, and I chuckled slightly.
“ I told you, just a soldier,” I said, then punched him in the eyes. He jerked back and pressed his hand to his eye, letting out a loud cry. “ Aanngrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh, bastard!”
I bit my lips, caressed the torn area, and shook my head.
"How will I kiss her now?" I muttered, sat up, held his collar, and pushed him back with all my strength. His head banged into the metal of the cannon, and it started bleeding. He cried out louder, and I banged his head again on the cannon. Again and again.
"Kya socha tha…sab bewakoof hai yaha, bikau hai, ghaas khate hai hum, hmmm,"
“ What the hell were you thinking? Do you think we ’ re fools here, just for sale, eating grass?” I lost it and clenched my fist to punch him again.
But that bastard moved, and my fist slammed into the cannon ’ s wheel, making my knuckles bleed.
Ughhhhhhhh. It hurt like hell.
He laughed. "You would never know," he muttered and held my collar to put me down under. He punched my face harder, one after the other, and my head spun with the dizziness.
I looked at him through my bleeding, blurry eyes.
He stood up to pick up his sword from the floor and lifted it high. His steps fumbled as his head was bleeding, too.
He inhaled deeply.
The world stopped. More than half of the ship drowned in the water. My head could feel the water hanging right at the edge.
“ Will gift your body to your King,” He screamed louder.
I could not stop laughing, moving my hand over my chest and midriff and took my dagger out.
And, before he could slice my head, I aimed my dagger right into his left eye.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh," He cried out in pain, pacing back.
I shook my head and muttered.
"Aaj tak koi hamara baal bhi baka nahi kar paya. Hamari Maa rehti hai hamare saath, Tum kis khet ki mooli ho,"
“ No one has ever done any fucking thing to me. My mother is with me. Who do you think you are?” I said, carrying myself straight.
He cried out in pain and lifted the sword again. I grasped the sword and took it from him, kicking at his chest.
He fell back and growled in pain.
I knelt beside his chest, seized his neck, and gazed into his bleeding eyes. The dagger was deep to the handle.
“ I do not want to hurt you more, you know, but I need this dagger back…my wife enjoys it better,” I murmured under my breath and grabbed its handle to take it out.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
He screamed in pain as I stood up on my feet. The boat had gone under the water, and I could feel the world spinning around me.
I could fall dead at any moment. Putting the dagger back in the sheath and, in my chest's pocket, I lifted my sword.
"You know what," He muttered slowly, and I stepped back.
“ Even, I am a soldier, too,” He said, and the anger rushed into my body.
I bit on my lips before slicing his head apart from his body.
Fucking Motherfucker!
His body trembled for a moment until he gave up.
I nodded my head with a slight smile.
"Koi ni tumhare bap ko bhi dekh lenge,"
“ Do not worry, will see your King as well.”
And I fell, drowning in the river.
Chasing the end.