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Indian Historical Fiction is a very niche genre. Like, only 1 to 2 % people are in this Genre. When I first started writing this Genre. There was not even ten books. I was like, nothing would happen. NOTHING! People are not into it. But, I wrote Abhishree for my satisfaction like I could not put it out of my head. Really!!!

Even, in the middle of the night, I used to imagine it.

So, I started it and literally today I can say that it was a good decision. After 3 years I finally have found 5000 LEGENDS who are in this Genre. Maybe, many more are in this genre and love my books but I think after Abhishree, after Bride of Sultan, even after Ruhani and with Rudra Nandani, they still are confused whether they should be following me or not!

Well, thank you so much for making it 5000 Family, finally. It took three years. Many aspiring writers come to me asking how do you get reads and this much love. It's just consistency and passion. What comes from inside is always phenomenal. Do not follow the fame, follow your heart! ♥️♥️♥️

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Rudra POV

Even though I did not want, still, the tears fell from my eyes. 

Yes, I was hurt, I was definitely hurt to know that she slept with someone else.

How could she? How could she be so desperate for her revenge that she slept with another man? I just really wanted to scream, to scream my lungs out because it was hurting in my heart.

It was hurting me so bad that I could not even put that into words.

Walking to the outer area of the palace, I sneaked out of it and walked towards the place where my horse was waiting for me.

I was angry and mad about what she did.

But, I was beyond angry and mad about what that old bastard King did even after knowing that his nephew was into that girl whom he was marrying.

Which man would sleep with a girl who was in love with a person similar to his son?

Bastard!

And, now he would have to pay for this. I would not leave him, never.

I climbed my horse and rode back to the Empire.

I walked towards my small quarter and pushed the door open.

Searching for the sword that my mother gave to me when I started learning sword fighting at the age of seven, I held it in my hand.

Taking it out of the sheath, I walked towards the throne hall which was dark and empty this past midnight.

The soldiers guarding the hall looked at me and saw the naked sword in my hand, they took out their swords too and started attacking me. 

I pushed my sword in front, clashing the blade against there's and the sound attracted even more soldiers who were guarding the other places of the Empire.

I pushed them aside and suddenly one of them took out the knife and pierced my arm with it.

I looked at him and I immediately put my sword in his stomach. He shivered and screamed at the top of his lungs. The blood flew through the deep cut into his stomach and he fell to his knees.

Meanwhile, the other soldiers lifted their swords against me and I immediately pulled the sword out of him to battle them. My bicep was bleeding but it was not even bothering me. The only thing I was bothered about was owning it. He dared to sleep with my girl even after knowing she was my girl. Now, the hell with him being my uncle, father-like figure and the King. 

The two more soldiers fell to the ground and I looked at one of them who suddenly started running away. I inhaled a sharp breath and battled the other five, and made them fall on their knees too with their swords falling on the ground.

I pushed the door of the throne hall open and looked at the slight brightness of the moon falling onto the gold chair made for the King through the hollowed design window behind. I stepped inside and walked towards the throne. 

My footsteps were echoing in the huge hall and I took the knife out of my bicep making the cut bleed resulting in messing up my clothes.

I climbed the stairs and featherly touched it with my fingers. Looking intensely at it I remembered all the time when the King insulted me for being a son of a low-class mother.

Well, it was the fact that a person's class matter more than his power, more than his talent and more than his hard work. My mother was a sex slave of my father and became his first wife. But, no one ever accepted her wholeheartedly. They treated her like garbage. And, when I was born, the treatments were no different. They had always considered me illegitimate. They have never understood what was a child's fault in it. Why I and my siblings suffered unnecessary hatred?

And, when my father was killed. The little peace my mother had has also died. The people literally killed her. She was sick, and no support and no medicine were ever granted to her. But, she raised me with a value of a King, and that was why I was waiting for more than twenty years to get what was mine. My mother told me to be a person with the values of a King, someone whom the people would call the King, not himself.

But, some people just could not digest the nicety of others. Some vipers always stay vipers. And, one of them was the King, who lost both of his sons resulting in me being the heir to the throne but that old bastard just values blood over deserving.

So many people were responsible for it. First, the person who killed my father, which eventually made my mother lose her hope of being alive and then the people who just kept ruining me and my siblings to the ashes just because my mother was a slave of my father.

But, no more.

I was done being nice to the King. I was done waiting for the right time.

Now, was the time to write history to get what you deserve. Because, the world would just keep taking away from you unless you pull it, grab it and own it.

Not anymore, not with Nandani. She was the only person I ever called mine. And, if I called her mine then she was mine.

How the hell did that fucking bastard dared to touch her?

The anger bubbled into me like never before and I sat on the throne.

I closed my eyes and promised myself to be the worst of myself now. Because vipers always stay vipers.

Suddenly, the panic and chaos caught my ear and I looked at the law chief, the ministers and whole high ranks entering in the hall with the whole group of soldiers holding naked swords in their hands.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

The chief asked and I looked at him.

Leaning forward I put my sword straight, pinning the pointy end on the ground and weighing my bleeding arm on it.

"I am going to be the King before the moon will show up again. Now, you all have the choice to swear fealty towards me or give up on your life,"

The chaos increased and some of them looked at each other. A few among them were my followers and they stepped forward to stand beside me with silence while the people for whom the same ideology about blood was supreme stood to their ground and one of them spoke.

"We will never serve a slave man. Remember where you belong, Rudra,"

I chuckled and looked at him.

"My father was a Prince and technically I belong here by blood and by strength. And, it is not Rudra... it is Rana Rudra Dev Singh,"

He gritted looking at me and stepped forward trying to threaten me.

"You know, on my one order the soldiers will slit your throat and history will never know that you ever existed,"

I chuckled hearing his irritated and anguish words.

"Calm down dear minister with the anger you have in such an old age I doubt you will become history the very next moment,"

His eyes got even more irritated and suddenly he ordered.

"Catch him and throw him behind the bars,"

The soldiers immediately ran towards me and I stood up from the throne. Fisting my fingers on the handle of the sword, I pulled it up and looked at them.

"So, no one of you ever won teaching combat with me. I wonder how brutal your death would be when I will awaken my battling spirit,"

A few of them froze in their place and others stopped a distance away turning frightened with the fact that neither they could get their hands on me nor they could ignore what the minister said.

I stepped down the stairs and walked towards the ministers.

"No one of you is my target. Call the bastard Surgami Dev Singh, tell him his boy is waiting for him and let me kill him and I will not touch any of you,"

The ministers took a few steps back as I towered them with my tall height and strong physique.

"He will be here shortly,"

I nodded and looked at a group of soldiers who even after my warming lifted their swords up and attacked me.

But, even before their sword could touch me, I pushed mine against them and pulled out my knife looking at them.

"So, you want it only this way, hnn?"

One of them attacked my bleeding bicep while the twelve others were trying to battle my speed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"

One of them screamed loudly as I pushed my sword inside his stomach and he fell to the ground. I attacked others too the whole hall echoed with violent screams and the smell of blood.

A few got killed, and others got wounded.

And, by then my main target arrived with a loud voice echoing in the hall.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I turned to look at him holding the sword in his hand and just by looking at him, my blood boiled even more.

Even the plain, simple death was not enough, I wanted a slow, painful one which would erase all the memories he made with my girl.

"I am taking what is yours like you did with what was mine,"

I said and walked towards dropping my sword to the ground.

My hands immediately held his neck captive and I pushed him against the wall.

A ground of soldiers attacked me from behind, piercing my back and he looked into my eyes while holding my wrist to fight back.

"How dare you? How the hell you thought about it?"

I yelled at him and suddenly he pushed a knife inside my stomach, making my footsteps tremble to loosen my hold against his neck.

He chuckled.

"That girl is a slut. She came to me with the suggestion of sleeping with her,"

This was it. The moment these words came out of his mouth, I fisted my fingers and a strong punch landed right on his cheek.

"She is everything I have got and you did not even leave her,"

I whisper and yelled at him and suddenly a few more soldiers attacked me making me bleed.

But, the strength in my fists did not shake even a bit while punching that old bastard king and making his mouth bleed.

He fell to his knees and the soldiers pulled me away from him. Surrounding me they started attacking me and I tried to pull the knife out of my stomach. 

Pulling it out with a slight scream, I attacked a few of them and suddenly the King ran away.

"You will never get the throne until I am alive,"

He yelled and I looked at the whole army standing outside the hall whom he ordered in his shaken yet bold voice.

"Kill him,"

And, they ran towards me.

I picked up my sword and the soldiers who were on my side attacked them too.

The sun rose and the screams increased. Hundreds of them got wounded and a few of them got killed.

The King ran away with a small convoy and I fell to my knees with hundreds of cuts on my body bleeding senselessly.

But, the battle was not yet won, half won until the King would be killed but enough to put my steps on the throne.

But, it was not enough yet because these were just the groups of the army and the whole army was waiting for me outside which included all the soldiers who were in his support. I was their head commander but their true loyalty lay in him.

The sun shone brightly in the afternoon and me still fighting the battle. The mad king left his whole army to fight against me and he ran away so I could never win.

Because, until the King was alive, no battle was ever considered won.

The Sun started setting in the west leaving me with all the people who were on my side now. 

My knees were shaking with the long battle, fighting thousands of people on my own.

But, the long and bloody day had not come to an end because no Kingdom would ever be considered complete without a Queen.

For now, I had won but he would come back.

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