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.
Rewari kingdom, Khera village , Night of 8th march 1557
Aditya, Bheem, and Meenakshi stood at the village square, their gazes fixed on the horrifying scene unfolding before them. The village was engulfed in flames, with fire consuming the huts and casting a ghostly glow over the chaos.
Thick smoke billowed into the sky, mingling with the desperate cries of panicked villagers and the frantic sounds of distressed cattle and horses. People fled through the streets, their faces etched with terror, while soldiers, with their uniforms and armor only partially donned, tried hard valiantly to control the spreading fires.
Meenakshi's face turned pale as she witnessed the once peaceful village engulfed in flames. Although the immediate threat to people seemed minimal, the devastating loss of property weighed heavily on her heart. The grim realization of an approaching unknown enemy only added to her worry.