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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 · Adolescents et jeunes adultes
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280 Chs

Going to Cochin

Harsha was travelling to Cochin as the construction of the military academy was about to finish, According to the report he received, it would be completed by the time he would reach Cochin. He was travelling as usual with his contingent of guards in a large carriage to Cochin.

He was accompanied by Viswa, his butler, and an unexpected last-minute guest, Bhairava. 

Bhairava was planning to head to Cochin after staying in the royal palace for a while. He joined Harsha as they headed to the same place. 

It was a very awkward trip with three of them in the carriage. Harsha was the one responsible for his severed hand. Bhairava tried to assassinate Harsha.

Viswa was a quiet one among them. Viswa glanced back and forth nervously.

"So Elder brother," Harsha broke the awkward atmosphere. "What is your plan in Cochin?" 

Bhairava scratched the back of his head with his prosthetic hand. He had an awkward smile on his face. "Umm.."