Many soldiers bravely sacrifice their lives to safeguard the prosperity and peace of the kingdom, ensuring that somewhere within its borders, people can sleep soundly, free from fear and unrest.

The battlefield is rugged and tense, with dirt underfoot and the smell of sweat and metal thick in the air. Rows of soldiers stand ready, their faces set with determination as they await the command to charge. The sound of weapons clashing and orders being shouted fills the air, echoing off the distant hills. Each soldier grips their weapon tightly, adrenaline coursing through their veins as they prepare to face the enemy head-on.

On one side of the battlefield stood soldiers clad in red, representing the forces of Pratapgarh. On the opposite side, soldiers donned in green armor symbolized the Afghan army. Amidst the tension, the second general of the Pratapgarh army Varun singh Rathore roared, "Har har Mahadev," rallying his men to charge towards their foes.

In response, the commander of the Afghan army Ajmad khan thundered, "Allah hu Akbar," urging his soldiers to prepare for battle. With adrenaline coursing through their veins, both sides clashed in a fierce onslaught, each determined to emerge victorious.

As the battle raged on, the ground became saturated with the blood of soldiers from both sides. Despite facing overwhelming odds against Ajmad Khan's formidable army, the forces of Pratapgarh remained resolute. Though outnumbered, they were fueled by an unwavering determination to liberate their beloved motherland from the tyranny of Ajmad Khan. With sheer grit and determination, they stood firm, ready to confront the 50,000-strong opposing army, their resolve unshaken by the daunting odds stacked against them.

As the battle progressed, the Pratapgarh army faced mounting losses, causing growing concern for Prince Mrityunjay, who fought alongside his men with unwavering bravery. Unbeknownst to him, the enemy forces were closing in on him, their numbers increasing with each passing moment. While the second general valiantly defended the men on the other front, the prince found himself isolated on the battlefield, a strategic move orchestrated by Ajmad Khan to target and eliminate him.

Seeing the alone isolated prince surrounded by the Afghan soldiers and then to to Ajmad Khan's suprise he is men were failing to take down the prince seeing that he cannot defect the prince in face to face attack so Ajmad khan signalled on of men to attack the prince from on his back.

Understanding his General's indication one Afghan solider silently moved to prince back holding his sword and held his sword in the air to attack Mrityunjay

His attack was swiftly thwarted by a flash of steel. Turning to face his would-be assailant, the prince witnessed the Afghan soldier writhing in pain on the ground, his hands was detached from his body.

Standing beside him, like an immovable force of nature, was none other than Parvateshwar, the chivilourus Senapati of the Pratapgarh army. With a shared understanding and determination, Prince Mrityunjay and Parvateshwar stood united against their enemies. With each swing of their swords, they carved a path of destruction through the Afghan army.

Parvateshwar's sword cleaved through the enemy ranks like a bolt of lightning, leading the way for Rajkumar Mrityunjay to safely reach the fort and hoist the proud flag of Pratapgarh, symbolizing their victory over the invaders. Fearlessly, Parvateshwar bore the brunt of each sword blow and arrow, sacrificing his own safety to ensure the success of their mission. As the Pratapgarh flag fluttered triumphantly in the wind, more than half of the Afghan army crumbled before the valor of Pratapgarh's brave soldiers, while the remainder surrendered. With unwavering determination, Parvateshwar seized the fleeing Ajmad Khan, ensuring that he would face justice as a prisoner of war. The victory belonged to Pratapgarh, a testament to the courage and resilience of its defenders.

"Har har Mahadev!" echoed through the ranks of Pratapgarh's victorious soldiers as they beheld their beloved flag fluttering proudly in the breeze. The air reverberated with the triumphant cries of "Har har Mahadev!" as the hailing of Rajkumar Mrityunjay began, honoring his courage and leadership in securing victory for Pratapgarh.

"Yeh sirf hamari hi Vijay nahi h balki aap sabki Vijay h apitu aap sab ki bhi h ..." Said Rajkumar Mrityunjay raising the toast of victory towards his men.

" Agar aap log na hote toh Jeet sbhav hoti hi nahi" seeing the humbleness of Rajkumar who was giving all the credits to his men ,this gesture of his made a very special place in the hearts of his men.

They say " Bal se jukae hue sir vidroh ke liye uth sakte h parantu jo sar adar se jukte h woh katne ke liye bhi tyaar hote h "

Seeing the zeal of victory in his men except one who was sitting in the corner with a glass of wine thinking something depth of the world.

He approached that veer who was none other than saviour of his life ,his best friend as dear as a brother Parvateshwar who was not participating in the celebration.

"Or hum jaan sakte h ki kinn apsara ke khayalo mein khoe hue h hamare Mitra" said Rajkumar Mrityunjay with a teasing smile.

Pravateshwar looked up to him with a "so done look"😒

"Arrey Rajkumar aapko nahi pata Bhai sa ke liye ladki dundi dadi sa ne , Jesse hi yudh khatam hoga aur bhaisa wapis jayenge wese hi unki shaadi kar dengi dadi sa" Varun said to Mrityunjay while snaking his arm around Parvateshwar.

A glare from Pravateshwar was enough to shut Varun's mouth but it was too as arrow was already released from his mouth.

" Ohh ho koun h Hamari hone Wali bhabhi ,naam kya h unka aur dikhti kessi h " Mrityunjay bombarded Parvateshwar with this questions ,to which Paravat remained mum as till now he didnt even spare spare a glance on the information letter which his dadi sa had sent to him nor he will. He was just marrying without any interest as he was forced by his dadi sa. She threatened him that if this time he would reject the marriage proposal then she will eat poision and die ,this emotional blackmail of her's somehow worked.

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After some time, Parvateshwar was sitting,alone on the side of the pond, engrossed in deep thought.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He didn't turn around to see whose hand it was, as he already knew who it would be.

"What are you thinking my friend" asked Mrityunjay. As he sensed something is disturbing his friend.

"Nothing Rajkumar" said Parvateshwar without making any eye contact with Mrityunjay.

"Whom are you fooling my friend me or yourself...you also know that you can't hide anything from me ,then what's the use of trying" he said by giving a slight bump on Parvateshwar's bicep.

Sighing that now he can't hide anything from his friend.

"I don't know what will happen? What the future holds for me ...you know na getting married and all was never in my books?" Parvateshwar said.

" Your agitation is not wrong my friend but let me ask you one thing ...do you know her or have you seen your soon to be bride" Mrityunjay asked.

Parvateshwar:-"No, I haven't seen her face nor I know anything about her ...and I dont have any interest in her...I just don't want this marriage.I want to escape from this."

Hearing his friends plight Mrityunjay laughed.

"You are laughing here I am in problem and you are laughing" Parvateshwar said in a disbelief.

Mrityunjay:-" Ya sure ,I am laughing and this thing would definitely go down in history as the great warrior of Pratapgarh..the most valiant Senapati is scarred of marriage..haaahaaaa..is scared of his bride ..ohh my god ...iss pal ko toh itihaas mein swarn aksharo mein likha jana chahiye"

Now after returning to Pratapgarh life won't be same for him as his dadi sa will marry him off on the same day of his return to the capital.

How was the chapter ....