This is the story of a modern man who transmigrates to 16th-century India in a parallel world after dying to save his first crush on a date. He regresses as a lowly-ranked soldier in the camp of Hemu, the last northern Hindu king, who is fated to lose and die at the hands of the Mughals. With his modern knowledge and past experiences, the protagonist alters the course of history, forcing the Mughals to surrender and retreat beyond the Ravi River, which is in modern-day Pakistan. As a reward, he is granted trading rights and becomes the emperor’s personal attendant. Using this opportunity, he sets out to reshape the empire. By promoting private enterprise, establishing trading company, and creating opportunities for the lower communities, he begins to shift India’s economy away from the feudal system toward modern capitalism. And all this began with the advent of his mercenary army, which excelled in firearms far ahead of its time. His journey is filled with trials, including internal turmoil, political strife, and the looming threat of invasion from the Mughals in the west, Tibet from the north and the Dutch and Portuguese in the south. As the emperor’s trusted aide, the protagonist not only rescues the crumbling empire but also forges his own path, eventually claiming the title of emperor himself. Join him on this incredible journey of empire's ascension, as he explores how India could have been in the 16th century if history had taken a different course. With just one battle's result, the fate of the entire world is transformed. Discord : https://discord.com/invite/pSeBQUVRrf Discord id: jeet_author_1993 (for direct contact) Notes: Don't forget to check sample work and maps in aux as glimpse of this novel Disclaimer: This is a fictional story based on history in alternate universe. It doesn't claims to be always historically correct. Reader's discretion is advised. All images used are AI based. Feel free to contact me in case you have any dispute.
Moments before seige, Palace garden, mid night at Hari Parbat fort.
Prince Tsewang sat alone in the garden. The soft rustle of leaves broke the silence under a faint breeze. His blade lay on the grass at his right.
His gaze was fixed on the dimly lit Jhoola(swinging ride) where he once pushed Princess Zara. Her laughter was still ringing in his ear. But it become more distant with each passing of time.
The air was filled with tension, as soldiers roamed the walls in preparation for defense, yet Tsewang felt strangely distant from it all. His mind drifted to happier times, when he once carried the high ambitions as Ladakhi prince and the bittersweet memory of falling in love with an enemy princess.
He knew he'd chosen a forbidden path, but deep inside he never regretted it. Princess Zara was worth the risk, as it was only with her that he spent his most beautiful moments.