In Firozi empire
The Firozi Empire's majestic stronghold rose like a titan from the desert sands, its intricately carved marble walls and gleaming minarets a testament to the grandeur of its Mughal heritage. The empire stood unbreakable, forged by the unyielding determination of its mighty ruler. His rule was a masterclass in strategic conquest, his people bound by loyalty, his enemies shattered by his unrelenting ambition.
The whisper of his name struck like thunder, inspiring awe and trembling fear. Unstoppable and unshakeable, the Firozi Empire marched forward, driven by the singular focus of its unyielding leader, SULTAN SHAH ARSHAD KHAN, whose iron will commanded the fate of nations, The Sultan's name was whispered in awe and reverence, his legend growing with each passing day.
The empire's military might, combined with the Sultan's cunning and intelligence, made it a force to be reckoned with, a behemoth that would not be easily defeated.
With Sultan Shah Arshad Khan at the helm, the Firozi Empire was an unstoppable juggernaut, driven by a singular focus: to conquer, to dominate, and to reign supreme. The Sultan's determination was unwavering, his will unbreakable. The Firozi Empire would not be defeated, and its ruler would not be swayed. The fate of the empire was set, and nothing would stand in its way.
Sultan Arshad sat on his throne, his piercing honey brown eyes gazing out the window as he waited for the reply from the Chauhan Empire it's been a week he sent the message. his dark brown hair was perfectly styled, and his sharp jawline was accentuated by the faint stubble that lined his cheeks. he was a man of immense power and strength
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Sultan's POV
As I waited, I couldn't help but think about the proposal I had sent to Raja Ratanveer. I had asked for the hand of one of his daughters in marriage, and I was confident that he would refuse. In fact, I was counting on it.
I knew that the Chauhan Empire was proud and stubborn, and that they would never agree to a marriage alliance with the Firozi Dynasty. They would see it as a threat to their power and their independence, and they would refuse my proposal outright.
But that was exactly what I was hoping for. I had no intention of actually marrying one of Raja Ratanveer's daughters. My proposal was simply a pretext, a excuse to declare war on the Chauhan Empire and expand my own dominions.
Khalid Ali, my best friend and commander, approached me, his eyes locked on mine. "Sultan, what are your thoughts on the proposal?" he asked, his voice low and respectful.
I turned to him, my expression serious. "It's a mere formality, Khalid. They will refuse, and we will take action."
Khalid nodded, his jaw set. "We are ready, Sultan. Our armies are assembled, and our plans are in place."
I nodded, my eyes narrowing. "Good. I want you to be prepared to move at a moment's notice. We will not be caught off guard."
Khalid bowed his head, his voice firm. "It will be done, Sultan."
The conversation was brief, but the air was thick with tension. I could feel the anticipation building inside me, and I knew that it would not be long now, before the refusal came and the war began but he didn't know that he's life will find peace in the vengeance he's making war for
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BACK IN CHAUHAN'S PALACE
Neeti's POV
I was sitting in my chamber, lost in thought, when I heard a soft knock on the door. I looked up to see Leela, entering the room with a look of panic on her face.
"Leela, what's wrong?" I asked, concern etched on my face.
Leela rushed to my side, her eyes wide with worry. "Princess, I have something to tell you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Something has happened in the court, and I fear it may affect you deeply."
My heart began to racing as I sensed the urgency in Leela's tone. "What is it, Leela? Tell me," I urged, my hands grasping hers.
Leela took a deep breath before speaking. "The Sultan of the Firozi Dynasty has sent a proposal to your father, asking for your hand in marriage," she said, her words tumbling out in a rush.
I felt as though I had been punched in the gut. Marriage? To the Sultan of the Firozi Dynasty? It couldn't be. I had always known that my marriage would be arranged, but I had never thought it would be to someone like the Sultan.
"What?" I exclaimed, trying to process the news. "But I don't even know him. And he-he is a Mughal, isn't he?" i stuttered realizing that he was a Sultan of greatest Firozi Dynasty.
Leela nodded, her face grim. "Yes, Princess. That's why I'm so worried. Your father and brother are discussing the proposal in the court right now, and I fear they may be considering it."
I felt a wave of fear wash over me. I couldn't marry the Sultan. I wouldn't marry him. But what if my father had already made up his minds? What if I was forced to go through with it?
I looked at Leela, my eyes pleading for reassurance. "What can I do, Leela? I don't want to marry him. I won't marry him."
Leela's face softened, and she took my hands in hers. "Don't worry, Princess. Your brother, Yuvraj Atharv, is strongly against this proposal. He was furious when he heard the news, and he's arguing against it in the court right now."
I felt a surge of relief at Leela's words.
"Really?" I asked, hope rising in my chest. She knew her brother was protective and he would do anything in his power to keep her safe.
Leela nodded. "I do, Princess. Your brother is determined to protect you, and he won't back down without a fight. We just have to wait and see what happens next."
I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. With my brother on my side, I knew I could face whatever lay ahead
But just as I was starting to feel a sense of hope, I heard the sound of footsteps outside my chamber. The door opened, and one of the guards announced, "Raja Ratanveer Chauhan, the King, has arrived to see Princess Neeti."