The tall trees rustled under the strong breeze of the night. The silvery glow of the half-moon covered the area below. The sounds of insects and wild animals could be heard faintly in the distance.
In the lush green forest, sounds of crackling fire could be heard. Hundreds of the soldiers were setting camp in the middle of the forest at night. Tens of small bonfires were set up for making food.
Chatter could be heard among the soldiers. They were nervous but they cracked jokes among each other to calm themselves down.
The Maratha soldiers were heading towards their capital.
The atmosphere was heavy. Everyone was scared. They all had millions of doubts.
'Would they be able to protect their family.'
'Would they be able to see another day in this beautiful world.'
'Can they see the faces of their family again?'
