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.
The earthen pot came flying towards Aditya, and he crossed his hands to block it. Upon impact, it shattered to the ground.
Mathew smirked as he brushed the ashes of the burnt parchment from his hand. "Good! So, you know how to fight."
Aditya was visibly shocked. 'What kind of treatment is this? Who throws a pot as a greeting? Is he a madman or a psycho itching for a fight? What if someone else had been here? They could have been seriously injured..'
He couldn't understand why the emperor trusted this man, let alone how he can expect to discuss his confidential plans with this mad man.
Sensing Aditya's confusion, Mathew continued, his voice cold and calculating. "I know why you came here. The emperor has asked me a favour to help you out. But I am not obligated to help you, am I?"
Turning his back, Mathew pushed the table to the end corner of the room, clearing more space between them.