Yesterday at the Camp of Bhairava in the Capital Hampi.
Bhairava looked at Vikrama in confusion.
"What do you mean by risky? And you have found a way to win?"
Vikrama fell silent as he pondered whether to share the way or not. He wasn't sure how the prince would react to his information.
"Yes!! As I said, it is risky!! And it all depends on His highness."
Bhairava looked at the nervous Vikrama with a scowl.
"Just tell me!! I will decide."
"But, Your Highness!."
He gripped Vikrama's shoulders firmly and fixed his gaze at him.
"I won't be offended; just tell me! I want to take my revenge on that bastard." His eyes were trembling.
"We take help from Prince Harsha."
Silence.
The tent became cold instantly as soon as Vikrama uttered those words.
