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.
Aditya was horrified as the Gurkha princess got shot by an unknown assassin in his own palace. He saw the figure jump from the branch and flee towards the outer courtyard of the barracks.
He wanted to give chase, but the wounded princess in his hands clutched his kurta. Her eyes were almost closing, yet she managed to utter, "D-don't... lea-ve."
He felt helpless at the moment as the princess lay in his hands, bleeding with an arrow in her back. The priority was for the princess to live first.
He screamed his lungs out, "Guards! Guards!"
The guards nearby in the corridor rushed forward. Bheem, his royal guard, who was also nearby, came along in haste. He was horrified by the sight of the wounded princess and rushed to help.
"What happ... who did this to her? Are you alright, Your Highness?" Bheem asked in panic.
The nearby three guards also came and surrounded them, unsheathing their swords and forming a protective circle around them.