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, 15th March 1557
The next morning, Aditya met with the village sarpanch in a large hut which was not inhabited yet as it was reserved for village ceremonies. Aditya walked inside, inspecting its corners. It was a simple hut structure with a vast space capable of holding 20-25 men.
Inside, there was an arrangement of an earthen kiln with an iron pan above it. Nearby, extra pan, neat rows of hardwood, a turban cloth full of jasmine flowers, empty earthen pots, and two large vessels filled with coconut oil and castor oil were placed.
"Perfect!" Aditya exclaimed, impressed by the quick arrangement. He looked at the sarpanch, who felt relieved, then caught sight of the police guard chief standing just outside.
Aditya stepped out and saw five villagers assembled beside Police Guard Chief Bula.