September, 1655
Nine months ago, in the city-state of Kathmandu, Nepal
*BOOM!*
A loud explosion echoed throughout the city of Kathmandu. The explosion was so loud that it even startled the birds in the sky, causing them to immediately flap their wings and fly away.
"Enemy attack!"
"Help!"
"Why?"
The city immediately became chaotic. Shouts of the soldiers rang out from the direction of the city wall. The people knew that they were under attack.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Gunshots were heard, and the sound of these gunshots grew nearer and nearer.
In this situation, in the southeastern part of the city, the Mughal army had already arrived and started butchering all the men who put up resistance. A middle-aged man, who had an unusual air of nobility around him, became alert and acted immediately.
Noticing this man’s actions, an old man with a dignified and cautious expression took his side.
"Looks like I have to act, Devendra. No point in hiding anymore when so much innocent blood is being spilt," the middle-aged man said, his face grim.
The old man, hearing the worry in the middle-aged man’s voice, did not hesitate. He quickly ran into the house and brought with him multiple weapons in his arms.
The middle-aged man knew that it was not the time to hesitate, so he quickly took two short swords with delicate carvings and an intricate emblem which appeared to be not used very regularly, as a small amount of rust had started to accumulate on the scabbards.
But the middle-aged man did not mind as he brought the knives to his forehead and prayed, "Om Namo Bhagavate Rudraya, Shivoham Shivoham." His eyes, which were cautious and careful before, took on a fierce look.
The old man who was next to him immediately took the scabbards of the swords and stood next to him.
Unfortunately, their actions alerted the people inside the house: two women, one a young and beautiful girl who appeared to be in her early 20s, and the other a middle-aged and virtuous woman with a heroic appearance who seemed to be in her 30s.
However, what was unusual about these women was that they were also wielding weapons in their hands, and both had fierce and resolute expressions on their faces.
The middle-aged man who saw this scene felt helpless, as he had already worried that something like this would happen.
But it was too late for him to worry about it now, as he could already see the enemy approaching the corner of the street.
The enemies were undoubtedly the Mughal Army commanded by Feroze Jung.
The middle-aged man, although he did not know why the Mughal Empire had suddenly attacked the mountainous region of Nepal, didn’t care anymore. He took up his fighting stance, ready to engage in battle. Behind him, his wife and daughter both took their own fighting stances, ready to engage with the enemy.
The Mughal soldiers, who saw a man and two women armed with swords, were taken aback. But looking at how beautiful both the women were, lust overtook their reason and they ran forward, spears brought into a charging stance.
The middle-aged man could see the intent in the eyes of these Mughal soldiers, and the killing intent in his eyes that had been suppressed for too long broke out immediately.
As the spears approached, he quickly jumped up, did a front flip, and perfectly landed behind three of the Mughal soldiers.
*Swipe*
Before the Mughal soldiers could react, three heads fell down with a thud.
A fountain of blood gushed out of the necks, drenching the man’s clothes red.
The women were not to be underestimated. The two soldiers who did not notice their teammates had been killed did not stop as they moved forward in order to disarm the women. But the younger girl did not even flinch as she suddenly did a split and dropped down.
The soldier was taken aback by the movement, but unfortunately, before he could respond, a soul-breaking pain came from his thigh as everything below it had been cut off.
Without the legs to support him, the man was falling to the ground. The young girl swept the second sword and immediately silenced the man as his head rolled.
The older woman was even more straightforward. She simply deflected the attack of the man with her left sword, spun around to the blind spot of the enemy, and immediately stabbed at his ear, directly piercing the brain. When she pulled out the sword, white substances could be seen attached to it.
The old man, who did not have any combat effectiveness due to his caste, quietly looked at the family of three with great pride and reverence as he muttered to himself in an inaudible tone, "The Gorkha has seen blood again."
More Mughal soldiers came, but more fell. The family of three were like killing machines, slaughtering everything that came in their path.
However, they also accumulated a lot of fatigue and had to retreat.
Unfortunately, how could retreating now be so easy? Feroze Jung, who had already noticed the unusual disappearance of his soldiers, sent over a battalion to quickly deal with the resistance.
The man and the two women, who were already panting and out of breath, managed to reach the northern part of the city.
"Hey, they’re here! Get them!"
Unfortunately, their enemies were too numerous.
The man had a hopeless expression on his face. He was heartbroken and fell into despair, but looking at the faces of his beloved daughter and wife, his eyes took on a decisive and fierce light.
He quietly walked over to his daughter, and in her confused eyes, he handed over his sword to her.
"This is grandfather’s. You keep it safe."
The girl, although young, could understand what her father was doing.
"Nooo, Father!"
She pleaded unwillingly, but unfortunately, the old man, whose loyalty meant more than his own life, had to follow the words of his master, even if he was more unwilling than the little master.
The man, looking at his daughter moving further and further away, couldn’t help but let out a tear as he stood tall and roared,
"Devendra, you have been taking care of my family all your life, but now I entrust you with your last mission as a servant. I, Prithvi Narayan Gorkha, not only entrust you with my daughter but also with the legacy of my dynasty. Make sure to keep her safe. Listen, my daughter, one day, when you have the strength, do your best to liberate the motherland.
May Maa Sita be with you." There was a hint of reluctance in his eyes but at the same time, hope and despair.
He turned his head only to see his wife also dropping a few tears while looking at their daughter. When she made eye contact, a jolt of lightning passed through Prithvi’s body as he understood the determination of his wife. He let out a self-deprecating chuckle, immediately regained his composure, and muttered, "Let’s buy some time for our daughter, wife."
The old man, who was carrying the struggling young lady and running farther and farther away, couldn’t help but let out a few tears from his eyes as he slowly muttered, "Have a safe journey, my lord and kind mistress. I will complete the mission and join you soon."
For the last time, the girl, who was undoubtedly Mahalakshmi Gorkha, the last living member of the Gorkha Dynasty of Nepal, saw the scene of her father and mother being besieged, her father killing twenty people before his death, and her mother committing suicide to avoid being toyed with.
Six months later...
Rumours have spread in the streets that a ghost is hunting down all the Mughal soldiers who committed the most sins. It is said that the ghost is very fast and takes the lives of people before they even have a chance to breathe.
Abdullah, of course, like everyone else in the army, did not believe in these ghosts and gods that the infidels believed in. But looking at the woman in front of him wielding two swords like a tiger drenched in blood, he had to think otherwise.
He was about to turn around and run away, but unfortunately, there was an old man blocking his path. Due to fear, he did not care about anything and was about to punch the old man in his face and run away, but this caused him to stumble for a split second.
The woman did not miss this chance and immediately took off his head.
Mahalaxmi, who had been hunting down the Mughal soldiers who had participated in besieging her father and mother, killed almost 80%.
Looking at the dead body of the man, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. All these killings reminded her of her parents. She always wondered why even her mother had to stay back in order to distract this scum.
But it was only after she had experienced the six months In Kathmandu alone under the rule of the Mughals that she understood the mentality and cruelty of these Mughal soldiers.
If it was not for her mother who stayed behind, there was no doubt that the Mughal soldiers would never have let them go, especially after seeing their beautiful appearances, which were actually in the same grade as princesses and queens of nations they had seen in paintings.
"Grandpa Devendra, it looks like our work in Kathmandu is done. Our next stop should be Bengal, where the 20 remaining men are stationed."
The old man did not say anything, simply nodded, and left with the girl.
The present day...
Dakshin Bharathiya Empire, Vijayanagar State, Capital City Hampi, the Imperial Palace Courtroom
"After that, I managed to eliminate all those 20 people in Bengal, and it was then that I met this knucklehead who had been pestering me," Mahalaxmi said with an annoyed expression as she eyed Sarvesh, who was smiling sheepishly next to her.
As for why Sarvesh was smiling, of course, it was because of how fierce his wife was. The more he heard about her deeds, the more he liked her. As for her tragic past, well, he did not care. It was not worth mentioning compared to his, which was even less than the little girls who were hanged on the city wall of Indore. But not that he was comparing.
Vijay, who was looking at the unusual couple in front of him, felt exasperated. At first, when Sarvesh came to him and informed him that he had found himself a wife, he could not help but spit out the water he was drinking and looked at Sarvesh with his eyes wide open as if he were looking at some sort of ghost.
But only when he met the so-called wife did he understand how ridiculous Sarvesh’s declaration was.
But he had to give it to the guy; he actually chose a woman who was almost, if not more, fierce than him.
"Alright, alright, Miss Mahalakshmi, I understand your worries. Do not worry; no one can force you to marry Commander Sarvesh Ranavikrama."
Mahalaxmi’s heart settled while Sarvesh was a little saddened, but it immediately rose after hearing Vijay’s next words.
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"However, miss, do you still intend to stand by your word and marry Sarvesh if he helps you defeat your enemy?"
Mahalaxmi did not hesitate as she nodded with a resolute expression. "Yes, I will stand by my words. If I could have done it myself, naturally I wouldn’t make this promise. But I already know that fulfilling my father’s last wish to liberate Nepal can’t be done by me alone, so I am looking for someone who could. Your Majesty, if you say that you can, I will marry you too."
Vijay " Pfffff ", He was dumbfounded by how straightforward this girl was. Honestly, both Sarvesh and this girl were a perfect match, but as for marrying this girl...
Forget it. He did not want to betray Kavya.
As for Sarvesh, as soon as his so-called wife said that she would marry His Majesty, his eyes bulged with desperation as he eyed His Majesty, hoping that he would decline the offer.
Vijay, looking at the expression on Sarvesh’s face, felt like teasing the guy a little, but immediately changed his mind.
"I’m sorry, miss. I am already taken, and also, even if you do not request it, Nepal will be liberated by the Bharatiya Empire. This also means that Nepal will have nothing to do with you or your dynasty. Understand?"
Mahalaxmi was a little taken aback, but considering the recent actions of the Bharatiya Empire and its constant victories, she could guess the ambition of the man in front of her. Although reluctant, she had no choice but to accept his answer while saying,
"Well, it is acceptable, Your Majesty. I am at ease if the region of Nepal becomes a part of the Bharatiya Empire. I have already travelled the Empire enough and have enough understanding of the way Your Majesty does things."
Vijay nodded, satisfied with the answer. If the girl did indeed have the ambition to reclaim her kingdom and even annex Nepal, taking advantage of the Mughal Empire’s weakness, things would be more tricky. Fortunately, it did not come to that, but he still noticed the desperate expression on Sarvesh’s face as he stared at him.
So he decided to help the guy out, he was one of the Ace’s of the empire after all. And he felt like if he did not help him out the guy would be single forever, Considering his taste in women.
"Miss Mahalakshmi, it will be Commander Sarvesh who will be responsible for breaching Kathmandu and commanding the operations. You can discuss the strategies with him. When the time comes, he can act."
The gloomy face of Sarvesh immediately changed to one of joy and relief.
Finally, after the two troublesome people left, he leaned back completely relaxed.