We will not let him see the sun tomorrow!!!" Said the person holding his sword high in air with armour around his bog bluff body. His cheek having cut mark because of the numerous fights which he definitely won. He was no less than a devil.

His eyes red and his voce filled with hatred.

"We will be back to our empire with the head of Mubariz, not before that. Am I clear?" He shouted on top of his lungs and the surroundings echoed with the sound of yes sir!

"March! right now!"

With this they all left to march on royal abode in the mid night where there was very normal security appointed.

After looking at them coming near the outskirts of the kingdom every base unit commander become cautious. They all were expecting the guests for tomorrows functions and were instructed to treat them accordingly but now looking at the big battalion ;It does not seem any normal security for the royals. 

"We are under attack!!!" The base head commander who was on the top most barrack now to evaluate the situation shouted in shrilled voice which sent shivers down everyone's spine. 

"But tomorrow is ceremony, you must be mistaken, there must be group of few kings coming together." A soldier from first floor shouted.

"Nooo!!! It is an attack. Get ready for the fight and one of you go and tell this news to Commander in chief sir."

The base head handled the condition very bravely despite of having his heart in his mouth. He know that this attack is well planned because no one can attack on Mughal sultanate very easily. The main point is they don't know the enemy and what powers the enemy holds.

He picked the arrow and aimed to the wall which have a big explosive attached only to be burst and announce that the kingdom is under attack. As the explosive burst everyone from soldier's compound and royal abode instantly left their beds and headed outside. 

Their was decent distance between royal abode to outskirts. So it was not possible for the soldiers there to reach at that moment. But the soldiers compound was near to outskirts they were alarmed at higher rate.

The wall indicating the reality of attack made everyone astonished and the soldier's compound become mess in a second. And from mess to civilized in another second.

Every possible soldier was now under the barrack where base head announced in loud voice," We are under attack. Unknown enemy of course, but we will fight with our head high. None of you should be demotivated, we will definitely win so no need to worry. We will not let our sultanate collapse. Our shahenshah is with us in every condition, the lead is our this time so prove to that enemies that no soldier of Shahenshah Mubariz suleman's army is less than Shahenshah himself and destroy them before they could enter inside."

"HAMLA!!!" With this the confidence in the scared soldiers boosted up to no level and they all shouted on top of their lungs," HAMLAAA!!!"

The horse riders were in the first row followed by charioteers and then foot soldiers.  The amount of explosive and weapons they have were very less according to the war but their courage was massive so they headed without any second thought. They all know that very soon their Shahenshah along with commander in cheif and soldier brothers from the royal abode will accompany them so they were relieved.

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After Shanbaaz got the news of attack and they witnessed the explosive the first information was sent to shahenshah. In a jiffy Rajputs assembled in the hall before Shabaaz to know the happenings. Getting to know about the attack all of them decided to join the war as well. But maharaj interrupted and asked Shouryaveer to stay in palace only, in case anything happen.

 Him along with Aryaveer and Shahbaaz left for outskirts of the kingdom leaving Maharani in the palace. 

Shahenshah was sleeping when he heard the loud noise of explosive. He knew that this is indication of attack. Ishwasa too wake up by the voice and she opened her eyes immediately and held her dagger.

They both heard the voice of soldier calling shahenshah from outside of their room.

"Its me maahroo, soldier is calling me, you sleep let me check." Shahenshah assured her while she sat on the bed, sleep nowhere around her and declared," I will also look into the matter shahenshah."

Nodding his head Mubariz along with Ishwasa headed outside to know the reason for late night disturbance. 

They both stood before the panting soldier who told them that the sultanate is under attack. Mubriz who had guessed already showed no emotions on his face while Ishwasa was shocked.

"Shahenshah but we did not get any letter announcing the war and it is mid night too." Ishwasa worriedly said facing mubariz who cupped her face in his palms and stated very calmly," I was expecting this so no need to worry. You will be safe. Stay in the chamber only and do not come out in any circumstances, okay? Promise me you will not come in warfield"

"But shahenshah" Ishwasa tried to say something but Mubariz forwarded his hand while saying," Promise me bacha" 

Not having any other option Ishwasa mumbled "Promise"

They both entered their room and Mubariz wore his armour getting completely ready for the war. 

Ishwasa's heartbeats raced looking at him getting ready but not for once she felt fear. She was feeling the same thrill in her which she felt when Mughal's attacked their kingdom. This proves that she has accepted this empire as hers and is ready to fight for it.

She held his sword and bring aarti ki thali from the temple. She put tilak on his forehead along with on his sword while saying," Vijayi bhawah shahenshah."

She handed him the sword. Mubariz looked at her in complete adoration and proud. She was sending him with determination, her body language screaming strength. She is in total contrast to her soft behaviour and appearing as a true warrior, not for once he saw any misery on her face. 

He saw only cheer and proud in her eyes for himself and  the way she was sending him was making his each pore blaze with more intensity.

He finally broke his gaze which was not leaving her face for any single moment as if his eyes were not sure will they be able to look at his maahroo again or not!

He took a deep breath and kissed her forehead while leaving the chamber not for once glancing back at her.

He was for the very first time, feeling this sensation in his body. He was feeling as if he need to survive in this war for sure. Whenever he fought any war he never thought of being alive or taking care of himself. He was pure beast, death of god who just wanted to kill as many he could without caring about anything. But this time He was feeling the weight of his feeling for her. He was sensing his love; making him weak enough to be cautious as well more strong to fight with more intensity to come back to his maahroo again.  

He took a deep breath and give a round to royal abode instructing everyone and left to outskirts not before meeting his Ammi jaan and taking her blessings.

"Aatish!"

His voice rang in the compound and soon enough the neighing of the majestic horse cut through the chaos of the palace. He stood before him, completely ready to accompany his master in another victory.

Shahneshah patted his back a little and climbed with a swift motion. He instructed to move and soon his medium length hairs swayed in air along with rhythm and aatish running more and more faster, cutting through the air sharply trying to match the speed of light. 

Soon enough they reach the war fare and Shahenshah shouted on the top of his lungs," KHAMOSH" 

His loud voice sent chills down the spine of every soldier fighting there. In the sweltering heat of the battlefield, their blood turned cold by hearing loud grunt of Mubariz. It was a scream that shook the very foundations of the earth. The opposition king's eyes widened in anguish, his face contorted in desperation.

As if responding to the command, the clashing steel ceased. The enemy's arrows halted mid-air, and the warriors froze, their faces etched with fear.

"Hamne aapko jashan ke liye bulaya tha, lagta hai aapne iska Maqsad galat samjh liya. Chaliye jo bhi hai, hame je jashan ka tareeqa jyada munasib laga. Par samne to ayiye, marne ka irada kiska hai?"

"I have invited you for the ceremony but I think you took it in a wrong way. Whatever it is I loved your this way of celebration." Shahenshah called the opponent by making funny remark and soon a man in his late 50s came forward from the soldiers, they give him space by parting making a wide walkthrough.

Shahenshah's eyes widened in surprize by looking at same green eyes, with red hue and the mark on his cheek indicating he is none other than, Sultan of Mongol, Nasir Khan; not at all alone but having whole small big kings of Mongol with him.

Nasir came forward and shouted," You rejected my daughter Husna without any reason only to get married to this rajput filthy girl. Now you will bear the consequences. We were waiting for this marriage alliance to continue the friendship but you betrayed us. Still the offer is intact, marry our daughters or fight."

"All of you wanted to marry your daughters to me?" Mubariz ignored his rants and looked at all 15 kings while questioning with amused expressions on his face. 

They all nodded in unison making Mubariz chuckle at the stupid fellows.

"Daring to laugh when you head is merely inches away from my sword?" Nasir questioned taking a step ahead.

"Dumb of you to think your sword can even touch my pinky Sultan" Shahenshah exclaimed in deep baritone showing him his pinky while one eyebrow raised.

"I will wipe your smirk off your face and feed your baits to dogs." Nasir screamed being frustrated with careless behaviour of Mubariz.

"Pretty much Delusional of you to think like like this." Mubariz said with a wide grin dusting the shoulder of Nasir while chuckling afterward. 

They both stood facing opposite to each other with one hand of Mubariz on Nasir's shoulder. 

"And all of you, dumb dumber dumbests, welcome to the realme of Mubariz, here people come on their will but leave at my will.

And the question of marrying your village of daughters, so its a clear no from my side, I am one woman man and the woman who owns me is Mallika e hind Ishwasa Mubariz Suleman."

While saying this he sensed an attack from back which he ducked down by flashing his sword backward. (Same as the badminton player Lakshya sena did in Olympics this year)

Mubariz turned 360 degree and attacked with double intensity making Nasir stumbled back. Mubariz glared him while saying," Ham baat kar rahe hai abhi, itni bhi kya jaldi hai, ab aa hi gaye hai to sabr rakhiye, poori khidmat karke bhejenge janab. Aur aapke sath to purane hisab abhi baaki hai"

" I am talking still, what is need to hurry? Now that you have come so have some patience. I will let you go with proper service. And we have some old accounts left as well." Mubariz declared with a stupid grin plastered on his face only to annoy Nasir more.

"Yeah, so where were I ?" Mubariz again faced that group of kings. 

"Every mulsim king has Harem, the political marriage alliances are not a new thing. This is a tradition since ages. Why are you denying and accepting the war at first place? Don't you think your father's handshake for avoiding the war nearly two decades ago will go in vain if you fought this time?" One of them said trying to manipulate Mubariz.

"Well, very nice theory, but it is totally my decision if I wanted a village of wives for myself or not. And the topic of my father, if we will not talk on that matter then it will be better." Mubariz grunted in heavy voice which sent chills down their spines.

"Why? Are you missing your phupi jaan?" As the words escaped from an old king of Nasir's empire Mubariz flashed his sword decapitating him in one go.

His head rolled on the ground near Mubariz's foot. The blood showered from his body and soon the earth turned red. Everyone trembled in fear by the intensity of the attack and their mouth agape with eyes widened. The war is not properly initiated yet and here Mubariz has already killed their one ruler. 

On the other hand Mubariz was looking no less than any beast, his eyes deep red, depicting his grief and anger. His armor, once polished to a shine, was now battered and stained with the blood of his enemy. His piercing gaze swept across the ravaged landscape, surveying the aftermath of the brutal attack. Before him lay the lifeless body of the old King. 

"HAMLA" His unwavering voice matching his ruthless and merciless demeanour. On his one command, mughal soldiers resumed the war and began to kill every body that come in their path  barbarically. They were turned to beast mode with one command of their supreme commander and Shahbaaz who was witnessing the scene held two swords, flashing them simultaneously, sending shivers down the enemy's spine.

Mubariz, on the other side was attacked by all of them collectively now looking death of god, having two swords in his each hand flashing in animalistic speed. All of them collectively are not able to handle the beast that they have awaken up. Mubariz's eyes burned with an unquenchable thirst for revenge.

The kings swung his sword valiantly, but Mubariz warded off each strike with ease. Mubariz's counterattack was merciless, striking true and shattering the kings' defences. 

When they realised that it is impossible to win, they all ran to different directions. 

They all were in delusion that if they all would attack collectively then Mubariz is no god who would not get defeated, but here only they all were wrong; they judged Mubariz very early. So now for rescue they found running is the best option otherwise the way he was attacking they know their head would be joining the old king's very soon.

They all gathered in one place in the middle of battle ground to discuss the ways to defeat Mubariz.

Nasir was only one left with his sword to fight with Mubariz now. He being too courageous flashed his sword before Mubariz and added more to the cruelty of his attack. The two kings circled, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. The air was heavy with tension, the fate of empires hanging in the balance.

Nasir, his breath laboured, spoke first. "Your rage will be your downfall, Mubariz."

Mubariz sneered. "My strength will be your end."

With a simultaneous roar, the kings charged. Steel clashed, sparks flying as explosive met fire. The ground shook beneath their feet as they exchanged blows.

Mubariz's ferocity drove Nasir back, but the Mongol king's skill and flexibility allowed him to regain ground. Nasir's sword sliced through the air, seeking an opening in Mubariz's defence.

Mubariz deflected each strike, his counterattacks swift and deadly. With the final stroke of his sword Mubariz's sword clashed with Nasir's, the blades locked along with their eyes.

Nasir's body trembled with the intensity of his gaze and taking the cue Mubariz took the charge rotated the swords 360 degree and with one swift deadly move he pushed the opponent with extreme force which led him fall back on the ground.

With one furious jump Mubariz installed his sword in chest of Nasir, declaring his deadly end.

"Phupi jaan, I have taken your revenge." Mubariz whispered while a lone tear escaped through his eye.

The blood drops splashed on his face making him appear more ruthless and demonic. The soldier who were witnessing the fight of dominance from beginning took step back in fear when Mubariz glared at them. 

Looking at him all bathed in blood and his red furious eyes, one thing is clear that he is not in his senses right now and whoever dare to face him will definitely have to report to hell directly.

He marched toward the opponent soldiers mercilessly. Only he was seen in the whole war field, out of control and killing mercilessly whoever coming in his way. Mubariz move further, cutting a swath through the enemy ranks. His sword sliced through armour and flesh with equal ease, leaving a trail of mangled bodies in its wake.

The battle raged on, the cries of the fallen and the clash of steel echoing across the warfield. Shahbaaz and Aryaveer were no less too. Aryaveer was way too swift and inhumane with his sword. While Shahbaaz's both swords stood high drinking the blood with ease. Shahbaaz walked through the fleshes of opponent soldiers, unstoppable and unrelenting. Aryaveer's sword rose and fell, each blow a death sentence.

Maharaj was also fighting with full determination. They are not once to sit back in the tough times. Rajputs are the once who can die for the friends and kill the foes.

The sun rise and the darkness faded the same way opponents soul fading from their body. There is no way this battle is going to end soon.

But the entry of someone halted Mubariz on his tracks. His demeanour changed and he hugged that particular person tightly.

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How is the chapter????

I must tell you writing a funny and lovey dovey chapter is 100 percent easier than writing a war scene. It took me four days to write this. 

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Next is Ishwasa, get ready to witness the fierce Ishwasa and the person getting killed will fill you with satisfaction. 

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Love uh all!!!

YOUR GHAINT, SMART AND FABULOUS  AUTHOR

KHWAHISH🎀