RAAJVANSHYA

You know you are going to be the greatest king of all time when your own father tries to find loopholes in his ancestral books for ways to not make you the king.

The scared man, fears that I am a walking lethal tomorrow for the name of Rajput’s.

I, Raajvanshya Daharthya Rajput, proud grandson of Purshottam Rajput!

Am I going to be a name who will guide new rule books!

The man, the legend, the one who will demolish the deception of democracy!

And led with leadership! Dictated with the brutal dictatorship this world nay deserves but begs for!

I would be the king this world desires!

The world went in vain the moment politicians showed up to the doorsteps of the locals and said, join us! Vote and let’s take those thrones away!

Façade, disaster surely of a kind that have now lasted years and even now.

I am the change this world is in need off.

And for me to occur! My father needs to be out of my way. The man who has been dead set on finding whatever pathway one can make into demolishing my rights and construing me undeserving of my Singhasana!

My father, who is making people read lines and lines of every book written by the demised Rajputana Kings and their jewel, mere wives.

Trying to find that one way that he can use to call me unfit rightfully for the throne of Rajputs.

Thus, I the one and only deserving king! Am going to establish my own rule book.

Where in bold letters it’s written.

Thou canst do naught to render Raajvanshya the Great aught but a king, for nay shall he be other than a sovereign by birthright and destiny.

I drank from the bottle, while I pondered on the legacy of Rajput writers lying on the floor, stacked so neatly because the entire afternoon they were going through rows and chains of words for that loophole! One loop hole.

Being drunk at 16 is splendid feeling, why can’t one be drunk forever?

I poured the drink in my hand onto the books of the Rajput’s Royal Decrees! The codex!

One after another, circling around the desk and the floor stacked with the book.

I smirked when the bottle emptied, my world-famous grin, the hysteria that the world worships! I withheld my smirk, taking my cigarette lighter from my pocket, I opened it and dropped it.

Firestorm!

I leaned forward to the stack of books on fire, old books with a dusty smell now nothing but ashes. I smiled and went towards the shelf that withheld the notes of my demise? Joke.

I set the shelf aflame by throwing a burning book on it.

The background music,

“Fire! There is fire! Fire!”

I turned around and returned towards the floor with burning books, and lied down tired from today’s running around.

The fire in a distance of four fingers, yet not even the flames would dare to come nearer to me!

The background music grew louder, the running steps and the fire extinguisher in the hands of people who worked for my father. But the moment they saw me they halted their steps. Ekvarthya, my uncle, bade hukum stood with my lovely Baap.

Everyone watched the years of bestowal burn, none moved, but only my father, who snatched the extinguisher from the hands of the man standing beside him and aggressively used it all over the books and shelves, me as well.

Turning me white from the chemical, making me sit and cough, I did. Two.

Before I stood. “Sorry, Raaja-sa! I mistakenly burnt all the rule books, oh no! What would you do now?”

I said standing up, walking by the desk with dying fire and took ink bottle and fountain pen.

I walked over towards him. “Please don’t worry, I will write it again!” I said, stopping before him, holding the fountain pen across his chest, his expensive crème suit, and wrote on his chest that he wanted to stop, Ekvarthya wanted to stop, and even the men around him wanted to stop.

But none would dare, none would dare before Raajvanshya Daharthya Rajput, grandson of the great Purushottam Rajput.

I wrote what I wanted.

Thou canst do naught to render Raajvanshya the great aught but a king, for nay shall he be other than sovereign by birthright and destiny.

Simply, you can do nothing to make Raajvanshya the great not a king.

And smiled on his face as I walked away from beside him.

I shall hold dominion o’er all that is mine, though it demandeth the forfeit of all that I do possess! For ‘tis none but I, yea, I alone, who beareth the rightful yoke o’er all things, and none shall wrest from me that which is by divine lot mine own.

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

“One shan’t visit someone’s house so often, that they might get less welcomed everytime!”

Sitting across from Eklavya with my chessboard I watched my father laughing and greeting, welcoming Aragya inside, while Aragya only gave a nod. My father who was returning home from some work duty he pretends to have given he is a ruin only to the name of Rajputs.

They both watched me, Aragya use to my regards, and my father never being able to tolerate them. “This is my home Raajvanshya, forget not!”

Him reminding me, O so dear!

“Is that so, dear father? I was speaking to Aragya! You surely are a Cinderella, like to fit in all the shoes!”

“As I said, this is my home, son! You can’t treat a guest like this!”

“And who says? You? Is the world running out of floors for you to lick that you are so free to destroy my peace?”

“Enough!”

My mother walked out from the corridor directly to the anteroom.

Unfortunately.

This one woman whom I can’t unhear. I stopped, and I saw Daira along with my mother.

Thee begetter of yon sovereign-to-be, whose glory shall transcend time.

Ahilya Rajadi.

“I watch you speak, a word more disrespectfully? I shall become the mother in history who will kill her own son to never become a king.”

I rolled my eyes, and angrily just check Eklavya with my bishop.

His eyes fixed on the chessboard, he raised his head towards Daira, my mother and the frugal King walked out together somewhere.

I attempt not to understand that equation.

Aragya sat down on the chair across from Eklavya and beside me.

“Your father made you cry? Baby?”

I taunted him, and he rolled his eyes, “A man shan’t have daddy issues, but one should become issues for their daddy!”

“No thank you, I am not a doctor certified psychopath!”

My nerves twisted. But I spoke no remark on factuals. Abhyananta crossed by the anteroom, her steps lingering on the floor nearer to us, watching Aragya and the chessboard, her own brother on the other end. Interested, she wanted to walk towards us.

Aragya was focused on the pieces on board, he dared not to look at the woman of Rajput in the room.

“May I?” Abhya asked from distance, barely audible, afraid of Eklavya across from me.

“Step back where you came from, the other way to make you reach there will begin with me slicing your legs!” She became teary-eyed and continued working my knight in yet another check. I looked at Abhya, and then Aragya, who still couldn’t care about the female presence here.

“It’s okay, come, sit!”

I said, and gestured her towards the armrest of my chair. She smiled and instantly walked across the room. Eklavya looked at me, enraged, his eyes gesturing that an unknown man is here too—Aragya

I ignored and allowed Abhya to sit on the armrest of my chair. Eklavya worked his queen on the chess piece.

“That’s a death sentence!” Aragya commented,

And I smirked, looked at Abhya, “What do you think should go here now?”

She surprisingly watched me, “I am not sitting here to play with a girl!” Eklavya groaned.

“Why not? If I am playing with one whinny little girl, you should too!” I reflected his tone back at him. And he huffed angrily, looking at Abhya with eyes that suggested he will kill her, but Abhya diverted her gaze to chess pieces.

“I think you should work with the pawn!”

“Safe play? I like that,” I complimented her, “What else?”

“Maybe use your rook to block this line for him,” She suggested further.

“Great, what about the queen? Should I put her here,”

“Only if you want to die!” At this Aragya spoke, not a single word when Abhyananta suggested, to convey indirect conversations, but only when I muttered.

“Mm,” I kept the rook where Abhya suggested, “Abhya can you sit on this armrest? I want to keep my hand on this one,”

I asked her to come around and sit on the side where Aragya was, she looked at the gap between Aragya’s chair and my armrest, nodding she walked around and sat down carefully.

But Aragya chose to stand up immediately not even the proximity of same marble tile yet.

Somehow his hand touched Abhyananta’s side and watching it, I sat back for the bomb to blast, Eklavya stood in rage.

“How dare you touch her?!” He held Aragya’s collar and I stood in between halting both the parties.

I know it was not intentional, the man didn’t even look at her once, “It was outrageous! Aragya! How can you touch the women of our house!” I screamed, “I have entrusted you in this house from last 17 years! I never thought your intentions were so-“

“What the fuck are you trying to pull here, Raajvanshya?” Aragya pulled Eklavya’s hand away from his collar, straightened his black shirt’s collar, and slammed Eklavya with a punch. I jumped in rage to slam him the same way, but Aragya held my collar, Abhya on the side.

“Why are you giving me shit from the moment I stepped in?”

Blood started to drip from his lips, and Eklavya was also holding his jaw. “I am giving you shit? You walked into our house for the last 15 years and never once did you invite us over to your house? I thought it was because we were friends! But you step inside my world, my palace, my reign, and touch the women of my house—my sister? You think I will let that slide? Never!”

“I have no intentions for your sister!”

“Yet, you touched her?” I tiled my head sideways reading his face.

“What if I walk inside your house, and touch that precious sister of yours whom you have made sure that I haven’t even seen once in these last 15 years? One girl, you and your father protect like she is the key to the lock that holds the Agnivanshi Empire?”

“We made a deal, we never ever look at each other’s sisters! And I have kept that promise all my life! And even today, I touched her my mistake! I intended nothing! And I would never, you know it!”

It would not end the way I want it to end.

“You never gave us the chance to keep our end of this promise? You never once let us visit the Rajkot Haveli! While for last 15 years you have been a regular at my house like our part-time staff!”

“Dare say another word and watch me make sure this smug of yours is broken brutally!” His enraged remark, he stepped back. He didn’t look at Abhyananta, just gave a slight nod. “I am so sorry, if you felt uneasy, I did not meant to touch you,”

He turned around,

This was not the first time I and Aragya have had a fight and surely not the last but as they say, a forest can’t have two alpha kings!

I always know its going to be me or him by the end of it.

“You have ate at our dinner table for 15 years! I expect you to serve us tonight on yours! Tell your dear mother to prepare a great meal! Vardhgarh’s future king is visiting her.

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

I obviously did not expect Aragya to ask his mother to setting platters for me. Infact I am not surprised that he did not even tell them.

I loved it, walking in an unprepared warzone is always easier to conquer.

I wanted one glimpse, that one glimpse.

When I stood across, Taara aunty. Whom I have seen many times, shocked that I, the future King is visiting them?

She flabbergasted, unsure how to greet me,

Spoke, “Raajvanshya! Welcome, Ahh. . . Aragya-“

“He invited us for dinner, did he forgot to inform you? His smoking habits are taking toll on his mind!”

“Smoking? Aragya doesn’t smoke,” She said while I stepped inside there haveli’s foyer.

“Oh, did he not tell you? Sorry, he doesn’t!”

Confused, she followed me and Eklavya behind. “Please here,” She insisted us towards the living room where most of the Rajput-Agnivanshi treaty meetings have taken place.

One area, where the Rajput’s victory will soon take place.

I entered and sat down.

The entertainment in the house was nothing, it was made of all the specialized designing, no family photo and not a single picture of Agnivanshi beauty that people recall.

“Suna hai, aapki beti ko gaon wale Taara ki Sitara bulate hai? Ghatiya!” I commented, surprised she understood my intentions in one statement.

I am not surprised anymore afterall she is Taara Agnivanshi, my mother’s favourite.

Further I instigated nothing, until it was Aragya before his mother having a disagreement with her. “If you don’t want to welcome us, we are not dying, Aragya! But you know me? I like eye-for-an-eye you touched my sister? Bring whoever you want to bring in two sisters you have? That London bhai ki beti! Or-“

“You want to have dinner at our place? Sit! Eat and leave. Mom, please set the table for them!”

Taara aunty looked like she wanted to keep me on the same flame she cooked her food on, and yet she served the greatest dishes for me.

Desperate! So desperate I was to see the Agnivanshi daughter, whose beauty’s ragas have reached even Vardhgarh and walls of Rajput Haveli!

But couldn’t.

Last to last, a final goodbye from Aragya who made sure perhaps his sister won’t step outside while we were present, he bid us the farewell.

“I want to pee though!” I said before finally turning around, “Aragya looked at me, “It’s a two hour ride, you can’t expe-“

“I will take you,”

“I didn’t know, Agnivanhi’s heir would become my butler! Special treatment for guests truly,” He didn’t care for my words, so adamantly he had only one motive.

That he won’t let me see his sister.

He took me a stairwell above, and left in corridor, “Why do you not want me to see your sister? Let me have a look at her, and keep finger on whoever in Vardhgarh! That girl will be yours!” I offered and he looked at me dead eyes.

“That is the bathroom. I want you out in thirty seconds?”

I smirked and stepped inside, I waited for thirty seconds, before I came outside. He was anxiously texting someone, didn’t notice me walking backwards and running one more stairwell above towards the second floor.

My feet halted in a rather bright yellow corridor, feminine energy, I knew I was in the right place. I walked inside, opening doors after doors,

“Tamanna Agnivanshi! I have heard name as? Tamanna! Tamanna!” I said opening the doors, until I find her, no servants outside her door. Until I pushed one door but it was locked,

I smirked, “Hello, Tamanna! Open the door for me!”

“Who are you,”

Ahh, even her voice! Numbing, I excitedly smirked.

“With that voice, I’d prefer you as my wife! So your future husband!” I didn’t insist her for opening, instead I started to thrust the door with my shoulder.

One long strike, two long strike and even the almighty door of Agnivanshi couldn’t outlast the greatest me.

It started to come undone, I can feel her holding the door down, because everytime the two doors came undone into force, I watched her hand.

“Come on! Let me-“ This time I kicked aggressively, I know by now I was audible everywhere.

But Agnivanshis have hidden her so well, not a single picture of her have been circulated ever. No matter how many awards she wins or places she volunteers. I thrust again with my shoulder and leg together and this time the door came undone.

It opened and before I could watch her, I was held around by Abhiraj Agnivanshi and punched.

I was dragged away by him, since I couldn’t raise my hands to stop him.

I heard her divine voice. But couldn’t see her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

● Writing style is different.

● Overall concept is new and different!

As always did my best in making sure all my books don't sound the same! So expect comments.

Despite this book being the one I am excited about, Infact the chances of it cancelling is 30% higher! Because I like to keep all that I cherish for myself only.

Hence!

Drop as many comments as you can since each counts as a petition for not cancelling the book.