Sridevi's pov:
The time has come—the day of my wedding! Everything has been meticulously arranged, and yet, tomorrow will bring a storm of battle. But today, today is mine—my marriage! Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd find myself in such a situation. Despite the looming war, we are determined to emerge victorious.
Amidst this chaos, I was asked to bathe in several sacred waters, cleansing both body and soul. Now, adorned in a stunning red saree with golden borders and intricate gold jewelry, I am a vision of elegance—golden maang tika resting on my forehead, delicate gold necklaces and bangles adorning my neck and wrists, glimmering gold and pearl rings on my fingers, and a shining gold nose pin that completes my look.
Though I cannot see, my maid, in awe of my beauty, carefully describes the jewelry, her voice trembling with excitement. My pati, manjari , along with the rest of my family, gathered around me. They gently guide me from my chamber to the sacred mandap, where my new life awaits.
But as I step forward, a chilling scream echoes through the air, piercing the silence! Everyone freezes—shocked, startled, caught off guard. It's a moment of pure terror, and for an instant, it feels as though time itself has come to a standstill!
"What is happening here? Grandmother gasped, what's going on?" I urged, my heart pounding in my chest. In an instant, the entire area erupted into chaos—shouts, panic, and confusion filled the air. Before I could process anything, a soldier burst into the scene, breathless and urgent. "Princess, Rajamatha, you must come with me! I am here to protect you. It is an order from Prince Karna!" he announced, his voice trembling with urgency.
"What is happening? Has the war already begun?" I asked, my voice shaky, my mind struggling to grasp the reality of the situation.
The soldier, eyes wide with fear, responded quickly, "Yes, Rajkumari, the Chola Empire is under siege! Gwalior's forces have surrounded us. We had expected them to strike tomorrow, but—this... this is an unexpected attack today!" His words were rushed, panic in his eyes, as the tension in the air thickened with every passing second. The ground beneath us seemed to tremble, and the weight of the impending conflict pressed heavily on my chest.
"Okay, you take Rajamatha and manjari with you, and I'll follow soon. But first, give me your sword," I commanded, my voice steady despite the fear that was rising within me.
"No, no, you must come with me, my child! I won't allow you to stay alone!" My pati cried, her face full of worry, her voice trembling with desperation.
"Trust me, Patti," I said firmly, trying to calm her. "I may have lost my eyes, but not my strength, not my will to fight. I'll return soon, I promise." My words were resolute, and though her eyes were filled with doubt, she finally nodded. She placed her trust in me and, manjari also nodded me back with filled emotions. with a reluctant glance, followed the soldier.
I turned to the soldier, determined, my heart racing as I braced for what was to come. "What's your name, soldier?" I demanded.
"Rana Sivam Ilavarasi," he replied quickly, his voice strong yet filled with a hint of unease.
I nodded silently, borrowing his sword—its weight heavier than my usual sword, but somehow reassuring. Clutching it tightly, I knew I had to act quickly. In my bridal attire, I had to blend in, to conceal my identity. I swiftly covered myself with a cloak, making sure no part of me,could be seen. My face was hidden, and I wrapped the cloth around me so tightly that no one would recognize me as a woman—an easy target for those who would harm us.
But I left my eyes uncovered. I couldn't afford for anyone to discover I was blind, not in a moment like this. The world around me seemed to close in, but I focused on my mission. I had no time for fear.
"I burst from my chamber and found myself in a vast, empty hall within the palace. It was eerily silent, and I felt a strange sense of unease. As I moved through this emptiness, I felt a surge of energy, my body light and ready for action. I gripped my sword, a cold metal comfort in my hand.
Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the silence. It came from outside the palace. With a roar of defiance, I cried out, "Haha Mahadev!" and rushed towards the source of the screams.
The scene that greeted me was a horrifying massacre. Bodies lay scattered everywhere, I can feel that , and the air was thick with the metallic smell of blood."I could sense countless bodies buried beneath my feet, a horrifying carpet of the dead. I stumbled forward, desperately trying to avoid contact with the macabre bodies."
.A sword flashed before my eyes, a vicious arc of steel. I parried the blow and retaliated with a fierce attack, sinking my own sword into my opponent.
The battle raged. Swords flashed, cries of pain and fury filled the air. I fought with a ferocity I never knew I possessed, a whirlwind of steel and motion.
I killed 1, 2, aahhhhhh 3 ahhh... .. – each enemy fell before my sword. It went without any rest. I killed countless soldiers who attacked me .. the slaughter continued, relentless and unending."
"along bloodcurdling scream, a single voice cut through the chaos. It was a voice I knew, a voice that sent a jolt of recognition through me. Who was it? My head whipped around, searching for the source of the familiar sound. Bodies lay scattered around me, victims of my desperate defense. "I turned to that direction from which the familiar voice was coming, where many soldiers had been mercilessly killed by me on the way."
Suddenly I heard a blood curdling scream pierced the air" aaahhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" this scream..." My brother ....recognising the voice" karna karna ...... Where are you " I cried out.. my voice hoarse with panic." akka don't come here go from here.. please go from here ahhhhhhhhhhhh"The voice was filled with terror, pleading with me to flee."
My heart pounded so violently in my chest that I could feel it in every part of my body. Water gathered in my eyes, My hands tightened around the sword, the tension in my limbs rising with every heartbeat. "Don't you dare harm him! Whoever you are, come and face me!" I roared, my voice filled with fury and defiance.
Then, through the chaos, I heard his voice—weak, strained, barely a whisper. "Akka... Ahh... these... ah... de... hh...ma... ns... don't come... he... Ahhh... re... go...hhhhhh back..." My brother's voice—distant, broken—cut through the air, a desperate plea that twisted my heart with fear and anguish. His words barely formed, each one laced with pain. I could sense his struggle, the fear in his voice.
The world seemed to blur around me. My brother—, my blood—was in danger. And yet, the fire inside me burned hotter. There was no turning back now. I would fight with everything I had. No one would take him from me. Not while I still had breath left in my body.
"I literally trembled, my hand shaking uncontrollably. 'No, Karna, don't lose hope! I'm coming. Please don't do anything to him!' I cried, cutting down all the soldiers who raised their swords against me.
Smash!
Smash!
Smash!
'AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!' My brother screamed. 'Ahhh...' I swung my sword with full speed, cutting off all the heads that came forward.
'If you are a man, come forward and fight with me!' I ordered. 'Ohh,' a man's voice sounded.
'Tum ladki ho kya?' a man said. (Are you a girl?)
'What... what... is the language... I learned it... I cannot recall it now... Ahhhhhh! What is the language? Yes, yes, it's something that I have learned... it's... it's...' 'Ahhhhh!
"Akkaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Go from here!' My brother screamed.
'No! I can't. Leave my brother!' ,uuahhhh what's the language, i tried to recall it."
" kya keh rahi ho thum... Ha..ha ........",a man's voice echoed with slight, slinky happiness.
The sound of metal striking metal echoed through the chaos, the clash of my sword against his as I swung with all my strength. My grip tightened, my muscles straining with each movement. I could feel the power in every strike, the fury coursing through me.
And then—clang—a strong, almost unnatural force blocked my sword. A defense so precise, it felt almost... impossible.
And then it hit me. The language. I recognized it now. it is.............. it is ........" Hindi". I knew it. I know Hindi! A surge of realization flooded through me as I paused, my sword raised, eyes narrowing with sudden clarity.
"Thum Shivaji Vikramaditya Rao kya?" I demanded in the same tongue, my voice steady but full of intensity. With a fluid motion, I slashed again, the blade aimed directly at him.
He parried my strike effortlessly, his defense as strong as ever, his gaze locked onto mine and I can feel that.
"So you know Hindi, huh?" he sneered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But I don't fight with girls..." he said with a chilling finality, his voice firm and dismissive.
What? How could he... Why was he missing every one of my attacks? My sword was fast, precise, yet somehow, he blocked them all. Each movement, so calculated, so controlled. Was he... was he not even trying? His sense of act is with something darker, something I couldn't quite place. His skill was terrifying, almost supernatural.
How was I supposed to defeat someone like this? The question burned in my mind as I steeled myself for the next strike, refusing to back down.
I focused all my energy on the sword coming toward me, blocking and attacking with every ounce of strength I had left. The sound of steel clashing against steel echoed in my ears, and with a swift, calculated move,
I finally managed to strike him. I could feel it—a scratch, a small but significant mark on his body! I had pierced him! My heart surged with triumph, but before I could savor the moment, his voice rang out, mocking and cruel.
"'I think your kingdom is being saved by girls,' he scoffed, 'Is there no real man left in this kingdom? Hahaha!' He laughed, a twisted, taunting sound."
that made my blood boil. His words were like daggers, his tone dripping with disgust as he belittled me, and the anger within me surged to an all-time high.
But before I could respond, something unexpected happened. A sharp, screeching sound sliced through the air, followed by a chilling sensation on my shoulder. My heart skipped a beat as I felt the cloth of my disguise tear, the fabric ripping away with a single strike of his sword.
In an instant, my body was exposed—my hair, once neatly tied up, now fell loose around my shoulders, my bridal saree with its rich, intricate jewels now fully visible to anyone watching.
I stood there, momentarily frozen, vulnerable and exposed. My disguise—my very shield—was gone. But before I could move, his voice boomed across the battlefield, filled with authority and command: "All eyes down!"
I could sense it. The soldiers—many of them—began to retreat, lowering their gazes, some turning away their feet.
What was happening?
What was this strange shift in the air?
Fear and confusion spread like wildfire, and I could feel the sudden change in the atmosphere as the tension reached its breaking point.
Shivaji pov:
We arrived at the palace gates with a thunderous roar, a tidal wave of warriors surging forward. Only half of the Chola garrison was present, caught completely off guard by our unexpected arrival.
'Charge!' I bellowed, my voice echoing through the din of battle.
'Jai Bajrangbali!' The air crackled with the energy of the assault. For hours, the fighting raged. I fought with a ferocity born of years of training, cutting through the enemy ranks like a scythe.
Finally, after a brutal four-hour onslaught, I breached the fortress walls. But where was the king? I searched frantically, my eyes scouring the palace grounds, but found no sign of him.
Then, a hulking figure emerged from the shadows, towering over me. 'Sentry vidu!' (go from here)he roared, his voice a guttural growl. I stared at him, bewildered. I didn't understand a word he was saying.
He looked formidable—massive and imposing, a wall of strength that made my heart race. I knew this would be no easy fight, but I had no choice. With a fierce battle cry, I attacked him head-on, swinging my sword with all the power I could muster. The clash of steel rang out, and the fight raged on, fierce and unrelenting. Every strike, every movement felt like an eternity. The battle dragged on, my body aching with the strain, but my resolve never wavered.
Yet, in the midst of our fierce struggle, something unexpected happened—he retreated. With a desperate look in his eyes, the giant warrior suddenly broke off from the fight, turning and running away from me. A coward!
I watched in disbelief as he fled, my chest heaving, my sword still raised. The nerve of him! He had the strength to face me, but not the courage to finish the fight. My anger surged, and I couldn't help but scoff. "Coward!" I muttered under my breath, my grip tightening on my sword as I stood victorious. This is not over, I thought. But for now, the battle was mine.
After nearing the palace, a young man came and fought against me. He looked brave, and I probably thought he was the prince of Chola. Haha... After a few seconds, he couldn't match my strength and fell down.
'Where is the king?' I asked. He didn't even budge, he didn't reply to me. I flipped his sword to the ground and scratched his entire body to know the truth.
'AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHH!' he screamed.
Yes, yes, I wanted this scream. The scream relaxed my mind.
Again, I deeply wounded him with my sword. 'AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHH!' Another sound came. I continued to torture him to know the truth.
Suddenly, I heard a voice..."
A figure, fully covered in white cloth, appeared before me. The only part visible were the eyes—piercing and intense. The rest of the body was concealed in the flowing fabric. Who could this be?, here in the midst of war? My mind struggled to process it. What kind of warrior would cover so completely in the middle of a battlefield?
Then, I heard a voice—a scream that sent a chill down my spine. Unbelievable! Its a girl???,I surprised.
It was incomprehensible, but the intensity of it was overwhelming. The scream was so sharp, so piercing, that it felt like my head would explode. It reverberated through the air, ringing in my ears and making everything around me feel like it was shaking. This sound, it affected me more than anything else I had ever experienced, as if it would stay with me for the rest of my life, threatening to shut my mind down.
In the midst of the chaos, I finally asked, "Oh... you're a girl?"
She responded, but her words were still lost to me. Her voice screamed again, but this time, despite the chaos, I couldn't help but notice that there was something beautiful about it. The harshness of the sound was softened by an almost hypnotic rhythm, an eerie beauty beneath the raw power of her scream.
"What are you even saying? Hahah! Ha!" I laughed, trying to mask my confusion. I had beaten Karna to extract the truth about the king's whereabouts, yet now, this mysterious woman appeared, and I couldn't understand her, only felt her forceful presence.
Suddenly, a sword came at me with incredible speed. I swiftly raised my own to defend, and wow! What a slay! The strength behind her strike was undeniable. As we continued to clash, sword against sword, it became clear that this woman was one of the finest sword fighters I had ever encountered.
"Thum Shivaji Vikramaditya Rao, right?" she asked, her voice calm yet full of authority. I was taken aback.
Does she know Hindi? I'm impressed,
but who is she??
. Her accent was different, unfamiliar—but it only added to her mystery.
I kept defending her attacks, parrying each strike with precision. Despite her small frame, her sword strikes came with a force that surprised me. Her hands, delicate yet powerful, moved with incredible speed. But no matter how hard she attacked, I stood my ground, unwavering.
In a sudden defensive move, my sword brushed against her cloth, and my eyes widened in shock as I witnessed the scene unfolding before me.
The white cloth that had once completely covered her was torn away, revealing a stunning sight. She was dressed in a grand red saree, its vibrant color contrasting with the battlefield around us. Her hair, which had been bound tightly, now cascaded freely, swaying gracefully in the air, as if it had a life of its own. And those eyes—those piercing, intense eyes—seemed to speak volumes, telling a story I couldn't quite comprehend. Was she an angel? Or some kind of divine being sent to test me?
The sight before me was so mesmerizing that I almost lost myself in the moment. But suddenly, a wave of realization hit me—it wasn't just me who was witnessing this. I could feel the gaze of countless eyes upon her, eyes of soldiers, their attention stolen by her presence.
"All eyes down!" I roared, my voice filled with command, my anger rising. The moment had to end, and quickly, before the chaos escalated further.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm the princess of the Chola Empire,Sridevi" she roared in a Hindi accent.
Something is doing inside me by hearing her hindi accent?... huhh.., what is that...???
She is a Princess??... But... I know that the Srinthagar Kingdom has a princess but I didn't get much information about that... I thought, I can't defend all the time, I thought, and went to her brother and pulled his hair.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! HAAA..." He screamed.
"Leave him! Fight with me!" she roared.
"I can't fight only by defending. I can't attack girls," I said, my voice firm, yet conflicted.
"Surrender yourself," I said.
"I will never, not in this birth," she said.
Wow... What a brave woman! Hann...
No one in the world is alive who has talked to me like that...
"Surrender yourself or I will kill your brother," I said.
"No, Akka... Please go from here. I will take care... Ahhhhhh!" Karna suddenly stammered, falling from my leg onto his neck.
"How can you even talk... Ahhhh! Slave... Now you all are going to be my slaves! Hahaha..." I exclaimed.
"Bhai, we think that the Chola king has been absconded. We can't find him," Sahadeva said after finding there is no proof of them.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"I'm absolutely sure," he said.
"Where is Bala?" I asked.
"He is with one of the Chera princes," Sahadeva said.
"Sohh! Our plan doesn't go waste, but I want the king of Chola... He is my long-time enemy..." I said.
"Finally...... My revenge is half fulfilled, aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I roared, my voice booming across the battlefield, filled with unrestrained fury. The sound echoed, reverberating through the air, as the tension in the surrounding atmosphere thickened.
A dark thrill surged within me, knowing that I was inching closer to what I had long desired.
I know how to bring that Chola king to his knees and make him beg at my feet!
The words sent a chill down the spines of everyone behind me.
All of them shivered, their bodies trembling in fear of what I might do next. The weight of my power, my wrath, was palpable, and the air seemed to grow heavier with each passing second. The battlefield had become my stage, and I was determined to see my vengeance realized.
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