Flashback
Authors pov:
"Padmavati and Yarshika are the youngest sisters of three brothers. They both are quite naughty and well-educated.
'Bhaii, I and Yarshika want to go to the bazaar. Please allow us to go. We are asking this for four months, please, Bhaii,' Padmavati requested.
'No, I can't allow you. Ask Shivaji Bhai about that. Leave me alone, you two monkeys,' annoyingly Nakul replied.
'Bhaii, please, please, please... We will go for a few hours and come back. Don't tell Bhaii, pleaseeeeech....,' Padmavati and Yarshika clung to him and fake cried.
'See, I also have many things to cry about. Huh..
Why are you girls not getting married yet, huh? You and your beloved brother are getting on my nerves. Please get married so that I can marry. So many years I spent on borders and in training, I also want some spice in my life. Can you give me what I am asking?' Nakul pouted with a joke but was serious in his thoughts.
'bha....Bhaii... What Bhaii... for a simple purchase you are asking me to marry?' Padmavati pouted with childish anger."
"Just do one thing for your brother, monkeys.... Isn't your beautiful brother pitiful? Nakul cringed and dramatically acted like a heartbroken, poor boy, complete with a fake pout and puppy eyes.
"What is happening here?" Sahadev suddenly intruded, looking confused and slightly alarmed, like he'd walked into a reality show.
"Yeah, another monkey has arrived... Ushhhh," Nakul sighed dramatically, as if the universe had cursed him with all these "monkeys" around. "Can't a guy catch a break?" Nakul takes a deep breath off..
"Do one thing, Sahadev, do whatever they are saying. That's my order," Nakul said in a stern, almost comical voice, as if he were a king issuing a royal decree.
"Are you thinking that I'm your servant, I'm just two minutes younger than you, remember that.. okay.." Sahadev retorted, his voice dripping with mock indignation.
"Ohhh Bhaii, you two always start fighting without any time management!" Yarshika exclaimed, exasperatedly clinging to Sahadev.
"Okay, we are not going anywhere. Are you guys happy?" Yarshika said in a stern, almost threatening tone, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Hey monkey, don't get angry with your beautiful Bhaiiyaa. There is a serious situation going on in the market. Many girls are getting kidnapped.and we are searching for more evidence and cause, in this situation i cannot permit both of you to go out okay.... Even I kept extra safety for you guys. If something happens beyond that, my brother will definitely kill me. That's why I'm saying please understand," Nakul said, his voice laced with a touch of over-dramatic fear.
"I'm hearing this for the 100th time. Till now, you haven't taken any action in this. Why, Bhaii?" Padmavati asked, her voice laced with playful skepticism.
"See, only I and Sahadev are in this kingdom for a year, and something is fishy around our own kingdom. We are writing letters to our brother and dad.
They will come after their work has been completed. Till that, wait for a while. Okay, don't trouble your beautiful Bhaii." Nakul said in a serious tone.
"If I get tense and then my beauty will go off and I will become like this chimpanzee Sahadev, see his face full of dark circles, then no girls will be ready to marry me," Nakul said childishly, his voice full of mock despair.
"Drama king," Sahadev muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Nakul, I need to discuss something with you. Come with me," Sahadev said, his voice serious, carrying an air of urgency.
Nakul gave Padmavati and Yarshika a quick pat on the shoulder, his expression shifting to one of focus, and followed Sahadev, sensing that whatever was about to be discussed was important. His usual playful demeanor faded as he walked with his brother, ready to face whatever was on the horizon.
"I think these two will never let us go out. We'll have to sneak out ourselves!" Yarshika said, eyes twinkling with excitement.
"But if we leave the palace and get caught, we'll be in big trouble! You know how Shivaji Bhai is, right?" Padmavati replied, her voice serious, already imagining the worst-case scenario.
"We'll just go out like normal people, in normal clothes, buy the books and accessories, and be back in three hours, okay?" Yarshika said, her face lighting up with mischief.
"And I also really want to see my secret boyfriend. Don't tell anyone! If anything goes wrong, I'll handle it. You know my acting skills, right? Uhhuhhh!" she said, winking dramatically.
"You are totally like Nakul.bhai.. ughhh!" Padmavati groaned, cringing like she just witnessed an over-the-top soap opera. "The drama is strong with you, I swear!"
They began to wear normal clothes, carefully removing all their jewelry, and peeked outside the palace. Seeing no one suspicious, they continued their journey to the bazaar, hearts racing with excitement. Padmavati and Yarshika wandered through the market, buying jewels and books, enjoying their freedom for the first time in a while.
"Okay, it's time," Yarshika said, her voice filled with determination.
"I'll go meet him. Wait here, I'll be back in 30 minutes." Yarshika said
"Hey, be careful. Come back within 20 minutes! We have to leave. If we get caught, that's it. We're done for. Keep that in mind," Padmavati warned, her voice tight with anxiety.
"I'll be back soon, don't worry!" Yarshika replied, her excitement evident as she bounced away, leaving Padmavati standing there, watching her go.
Minutes stretched into hours, but there was still no sign of Yarshika. Padmavati's worry deepened, a cold fear creeping into her heart. Her stomach twisted as she tried to push the panic aside. But as time went on, the fear grew, and soon she was running through the marketplace, frantically searching for her sister. Her hands trembled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
"Where is she?" she whispered to herself, her heart pounding in her chest. "Please, where are you, Yarshika?"
And then, out of nowhere, a stern voice broke through her frantic thoughts.
"All of you, get away from here!"
Padmavati froze, recognizing the voice instantly. She turned around, and to her relief and dread, there stood Nakul, his face set in a serious expression.
"Bhaiyaa!" Padmavati cried, relief flooding her as she ran towards him, throwing her arms around him in desperation.
"Ahhhhhh!" Her tears flowed freely as she clung to him, her fear overwhelming.
"Where is Yarshika?" Sahadev's voice was sharp, filled with terror and anger. His eyes searched her face, demanding answers.
"Bhaii, I don't know... She went to purchase something, but she hasn't come back yet," Padmavati lied, her voice trembling with fear, hoping they wouldn't notice her panic.
"What?!" Sahadev's voice was low, almost a growl, his anger bubbling up. "Why didn't you go with her?" His eyes blazed with fury, his face hardening as if the weight of the situation had just hit him.
"Come here, Padmavati," Nakul said softly, his tone laced with concern. "Don't lie to your brother. Tell us the truth. Where did she go?" His voice was calm but his eyes searched hers with intensity, waiting for the truth to come out.
Padmavati could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't hold the lie any longer. The fear of the consequences, the terror of her sister's disappearance—it was all too much. But she knew she had to face whatever came next.
"Bha... bha... Bhaiii woo... Yar... shika..." Padmavati stammered, her body trembling with fear as the words barely escaped her lips.
"Yes, tell me, Padma," Nakul said, his voice calm but filled with a sense of urgency, sensing something was terribly wrong. His eyes locked onto hers, waiting for the truth.
Padmavati took a shaky breath, gathering the courage to speak the words that had been weighing on her heart.
"She went to meet... meet... her... secret boyfriend," she finally blurted out, her voice trembling, the last word almost a whisper.
The shock hit Nakul and Sahadev like a lightning strike. Both brothers stood frozen for a moment, their eyes wide in disbelief.
"What...?????" they exclaimed in unison, their voices rising in shock and utter confusion. The realization seemed to hit them both at the same time, and the gravity of the situation was clear in their expressions—neither had expected this in a million years.
"Deva, send the news to Bhaii..," Nakul said in a stern tone, his voice steady but filled with a sense of urgency. The situation had escalated quickly, and there was no time to waste.
They searched every corner of the kingdom, leaving no stone unturned, but there was still no sign of Yarshika. The hours felt like days as the worry and frustration grew with each passing moment. The next day, the letter arrived, and within moments, Shivaji was on his way to Gwalior, his urgency evident in every step. His face was filled with fury as he stormed into the room, his anger palpable.
"Are you even this careless?!" Shivaji's voice thundered as he turned to Nakul and Sahadev, his gaze sharp and filled with disappointment. "This is unbelievable!" The fury in his voice made the air around them feel heavy, the tension rising with each word.
"Did you find anything regarding that man?" Shivaji demanded, his eyes narrowing, searching for any answers.
"No, Bhai," Sahadev responded, his voice tight with frustration. "He's not from our kingdom. He's from another area, and we haven't been able to track him down. We searched all the possible places, but..." Sahadev's voice trailed off, the weight of their failure settling over him.
Before he could finish, a strong voice interrupted, cutting through the tension like a blade.
"As you were told, I also checked Bala Rao's whereabouts and alibi. It matches the alibi of the princess," said Rishab Singh, stepping forward with quiet authority.
He was a friend of Shivaji's from childhood, the same age as Shivaji, with handsome features that could charm anyone. His hard work and loyalty to Shivaji were unquestionable, and though he was calm, there was an intensity in his eyes that spoke volumes about his dedication.
Shivaji's gaze shifted to Rishab, and for a moment, all the fury in his expression faded, replaced with the sharp focus of someone who had just been handed a key piece of the puzzle. The room fell silent as the new information settled in, the gravity of the situation now clear to all.
"You two stay here in the kingdom and watch for any suspicious activities. Make sure nothing goes unnoticed, and main thing, no one should know about this, it should be under our control." Shivaji said with urgency in his voice, his eyes intense as he gestured toward Nakul and Rishab. His words were sharp, filled with the weight of the responsibility that now rested on their shoulders.
"SahaDev, you come with me," Shivaji ordered.
Nakul and Rishab nodded, their faces a mixture of concern and determination. They understood the gravity of the situation. As Shivaji and Rishab prepared to leave, the tension in the air thickened, the urgency of their mission settling like a storm cloud.
After a grueling journey, their bodies aching from the long hours of travel, they finally reached South Sringathar, their last hope for finding any trace of Yarshika. The air was thick with tension as they stepped onto unfamiliar ground, every step filled with a sense of urgency and dread. Time was running out, and the pressure weighed heavily on them all.
As they moved deeper into the area, their eyes fixed on a tent located in the far corner of the state. It stood isolated, surrounded by a sense of unease. The tent was tucked away in what looked like a restricted area—its very presence raising questions. The surrounding silence was unnerving, as if the land itself was holding its breath.
Shivaji's gaze hardened as he eyed the tent, his body tense, every muscle coiled in anticipation. Rishab stood beside him, equally focused, his hand instinctively moving toward the hilt of his sword. This place reeked of secrecy, and they both knew they had to be prepared for whatever lay ahead.
"Stay alert," Shivaji whispered, his voice barely audible, yet filled with determination. "Something doesn't feel right here."
Their eyes widened in horror upon witnessing their sister's condition. They saw Yarshika lying half-naked, her body frail and bruised. A wave of grief and fury washed over them as they scrambled to cover her with their clothes. Shivaji, his face pale and drawn, shivered violently.
'Ma... Yarshika, see me... Your brother has come to rescue you... See... Maa...' His voice cracked, his breath catching in his throat. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gazed upon her suffering form.
Sahadev, his heart pounding, frantically searched for any sign of their captors, but the surrounding area was eerily silent, devoid of any human presence.
Yarshika slowly opened her eyes, her gaze fluttering across the room. When she saw Shivaji holding her, a wave of relief washed over her, quickly replaced by a fresh surge of terror. She trembled, her body wracked with sobs.
"Bhaii... Bhaii..." she cried, her voice hoarse and broken,
"It's paining...aaahhh...........everywhere ... .bhai iiiiiiiiiii aaaaaah......... ."Yarshika cried on top of her voice...
Shivaji held her close, his embrace fierce and protective. Rage surged through him, blinding him with fury.
"No, uhh... my bachehhh... please... calm down..." Shivaji hugged her tightly and said in his trembling voice.
"I will kill everyone who even touched your shadow! Show me who is that!" he roared, his voice echoing through the whole area
"Bhaii... Bhaii, I have been betrayed," Yarshika cried, her voice laced with despair. "They... they..."
"Please don't cry, my ladle. Bhai is here now. Please don't cry..." Shivaji soothed her, his voice gentle despite the raging storm within him. He gently stroked her hair, trying to calm her trembling frame after a few minutes.
"Sahadev, take her to the palace carefully," Shivaji commanded, his voice sharp and authoritative. "Don't let Father know about this. Consider this an order."
A wave of brutal retribution swept over the region. Shivaji, consumed by grief and rage, unleashed a torrent of fury upon those he believed responsible for Yarshika's torment. The air was thick with the cries of the dying as his forces systematically eliminated every individual who had dared to set foot in the vicinity.
The massacre was swift and merciless; an estimated thousand souls met their demise.
Shivaji killed everyone mercilessly who ever is visited the area and around 1000 men were mercilessly killed and he even collected their eyes and fingers in a bag , around 1000 mens eyes were pulled out with their screamings and fingers were cutted off, without any justification,
In a chilling display of his wrath, Shivaji ordered the collection of a macabre trophy: the eyes and fingers of every fallen enemy. The screams of the victims, their eyes gouged out and fingers severed, echoed through the ravaged landscape. This gruesome harvest, a chilling testament to his vengeance, was then sent to Bala Rao as a chilling message of his unwavering resolve.
After receiving the magnificent gift of Shivaji, Bala Rao, his face contorted with rage, stormed into the palace, his arrival preceded by a thunderous roar of anger.
He confronted Shivaji, his voice a venomous hiss.
"You are the main reason my sister is in this state! You, with your reckless actions, have brought this upon her! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm going to kill you, Bala!" Shivaji roared, his eyes blazing with fury, his voice a guttural growl that echoed through the hall.
"Who asked your sister to love a slut uhh..anger..uhh, Is your sister a whore, hahaha!" he finally blurted out, his laughter a harsh, grating sound.
Shivaji's eyes narrowed,and grabbed his throat "Shut your filthy mouth, Bala! If you weren't in this Fucking family I would have killed you right here and now!...."
Bala, unfazed, smirked viciously. "Go on, tell your father that your sister has been living a life of debauchery with some beggar. Go on, Shivaji!"
Shivaji's fury erupted. "Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Bala! If you utter another word against my sister, I will personally ensure you suffer an agonizing death! I will—" Shivaji grabbed Bala by the throat, with grip tightening pace , cutting off Bala's breath. "—I will—"
Bala's eyes bulged, his face turning a sickly shade of purple. "I... I'm just a dealer, Shivaji! I don't know anything about your sister! This is all the doing of the Sringathar Kingdom, the Chola King! Now, let go! Aahhhhhhhhha... Aahhhhhhh, let go, you bastard!"
Bala Rao pleaded and screamed at the tight grip of Shivaji,
'You fuckers... Aaaaahhhhh!' Shivaji roared and took the knife and cut off one ear of Bala. 'Bala screamed to hell,
"This is how my sister screamed... the same way..." shivaji muttered under his breath, the weight of the memory crashing over me like a tidal wave.
Her scream, the sound of her pain, echoed in my mind, flooding my thoughts. The helplessness, the desperation—it was all too familiar. It was the same cry of agony, the same desperate plea for mercy.
While Shivaji was about to cut his other ear, Bala suddenly made a break for it and ran away, his feet pounding against the ground in a desperate escape.
The audacity, the nerve—he thought he could escape the consequences of his actions. But there was no way out from shivaji, he was determined, and no one would run from shivaji , not after everything that had happened. his anger only fueled my pursuit.
'Bastard..... Youuuu.... You will pay for this you.. will payyyy aahhhhhhhhha!' Bala screamed while running.
Present";
Shivaji's pov:
After all these agonizing years, I finally find myself basking in the aftermath of this brutal campaign. These pathetic creatures tremble before me, but their fear is meaningless. I am a force of nature, an unstoppable tide, and I will achieve my ultimate goal.
Now, witnessing these two siblings, a sinister plan begins to form in my mind. Yes, the next phase of my revenge is about to unfold.
"I, Shivaji Vikramaditya Rao prince of gwalior announcing that I'm going to Princess Sridevi of the Chola Empire... and abhi isi wakth !" I declared, in my voice, a venomous serpent hissing through the battlefield. The atmosphere instantly crackled with a potent mix of shock and terror.
They have no idea what they have unleashed. I will make her life an absolute torment, a living hell mirroring the suffering my sister endured. They will pay dearly for their crimes.
"Prepare all the preparations for the wedding, and now!!" I declared with an air of finality, my voice cold and commanding. The room fell silent as everyone processed my words.
Sahadev, visibly shaken, stepped forward, his tone serious and full of disbelief.
"Bhaiya... What are you saying? Are you really going to marry her? Her kingdom has sinned against our sister!"
I met his gaze, my eyes flashing with fury.
"No one has the right to go against me. Are you?" I glared at him, my red eyes burning with unspoken rage. Sahadev froze, his face pale, and sensing the dangerous tone, immediately fell silent.
The tense air was broken by a soft, defiant voice, one that carried the weight of unspoken challenges.
"Who are you to decide that, huh?" The words drifted through the field, spoken with a soothing Hindi accent.
I turned sharply toward the voice, my temper flaring.
"Who asked your consent, my slave?" I commanded, the venom in my words palpable. "From now on, you have no right to speak, think, or even breathe on your own. Every move, every word of yours will be decided by me. So, do what I say..."
My voice boomed, and she flinched, visibly shaken by the harshness of my tone. She shivered as my anger settled heavily in the air, knowing full well the consequences of defying me.
Before anyone could speak again, a desperate voice cut through the tension.
"You can't do this... this... to... my Akka... She's innocent! She doesn't know anything... please, leave her..." Karna pleaded, his hands clasped together in a desperate gesture, his eyes pleading for mercy.
But mercy was not in my dictionary.
" And even in your dying stage you are speaking for your dearest sister huh...Pathetic," Take him to the tent where we kept our slaves, he should not die easily so keep him alive.prepare him for the true torment to come." I ordered.
"No... nooo... leave me... ahhh... leave meeee!" Karna cried out, his voice filled with desperation and pain. His body trembled with fear as he struggled against the soldiers.
"My sister did not know anything... Please, leave me!" His words were a frantic plea, soaked in anguish, as they forcefully dragged him toward the tent, his cries echoing in the air.
But I didn't care.
"Leave my brother... Leave... himm..." she cried out, her voice breaking with desperation. But I felt nothing—not a flicker of empathy, no desire to comfort her. Her cries meant nothing to me.
However, there was something that caught my attention. Why wasn't she moving? She was standing there, rooted to the spot for an unnaturally long time. Was she...?
My thoughts drifted, swirling in confusion, when suddenly, Nakul came running toward me, his face full of nervousness.
"Bhaiya... Uthama Cheran has demanded something in return for a favor to us," he said, his voice shaky, a hint of fear creeping in.
"What is that?" I asked, my tone sharp and impatient.
Nakul hesitated, his anxiety rising before he finally blurted it out. "That is... It is... bhaii... the princess of Chola, Sridevi..." he finished, his words hanging in the air, and leaving me in stunned silence.
For a moment, I couldn't process it. Why would they demand her? My mind raced. But then, the cold realization struck me—what is mine is mine. No one takes what belongs to me. I wouldn't back down, not now, not ever.
"And bhaii, she... she is... blind," Nakul completed his statement, leaving me stunned and momentarily speechless.
Blind? How could she be blind? My mind raced as I tried to make sense of it. How could a blind girl possess such incredible skill with a sword? How could someone so fragile appear so powerful? How could she be so brave? The contradiction gnawed at me, leaving me filled with confusion and wonder.
I stared at her, my thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of disbelief and amusement. Every part of me was trying to comprehend the paradox standing before me—the girl who seemed so vulnerable yet so fiercely capable. How could she hide such strength, masked by her blindness? My curiosity grew, and I found myself intrigued in a way I hadn't expected.
This was no ordinary girl. There was something far deeper, far more complex to her than I had ever imagined.
"Nakul, say that this princess is now the slave of Shivaji, and no one has the right to say anything against it," I commanded, my voice dripping with fury, a villainous tone lacing every word. "If anyone dares to see her or try to help her, tell them I will make their life even worse than hell."
My words hung in the air, heavy with threat and cold resolve. The power in my voice was undeniable, and I knew that no one would dare challenge my will.
So.. she is going to be my slave.. MY PERSONAL SLAVE....
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