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Empire of India: Rise of the Ruthless Prince

Born as a test subject yearning for freedom, he never imagined that a gamble of fate would leave him as a youngest prince of the once-mighty Vijayanagar Empire in the 16th century India. Fueled by his undying thirst for absolute control and endless amusement, he stops at nothing to achieve his desires. Follow along as His actions, driven by a twisted sense of entertainment, plunging the empire into a maelstrom of chaos. Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction that explores historical events within the context of a parallel Earth. Any similarities to real-world historical occurrences are purely coincidental and are a product of the author's imagination. The intent is to offer an alternate perspective on history and should not be construed as an accurate representation of actual events. Reader discretion is advised. If you own the rights to the profile picture used by the author, please Let us know in the Comments for proper attribution or its removal. We appreciate your understanding and are committed to resolving any concerns regarding intellectual property rights.

Indian_Painter · War
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Papermaking

A week had passed since he had made some improvements in the waterwheels. Harsha was excited to make paper properly in the Empire for the first time. He had ordered some materials from different areas to get better results. 

The carriage trodded through the woods to a small village where the nearest paper mill was located. It was quite far away from the capital city; it took a few hours to reach the papermill. 

He exited the carriage to see the cart carrying the improved water wheel and something covered in cloth stopping at the entrance of the village. 

The village and the paper mill owner were informed about the visit from the Harsha, as he wanted to inspect the process of papermaking in the mill. 

The Villagers were pretty nervous at the huge number of guards that tagged along with Harsha. He made his way to the small paper mill in the village owned by a small merchant named Ishant. 

Ishant greeted Harsha as he entered the mill.