MAJOR REWRITING !!
Kaivalya Bannerjee and Mariam Baluch have dreamed of joining ARCANE-the most prestigious and secretive council of historians, archaeologists, and agents-since they first learned of its existence.
When they finally get their chance...
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Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
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That scream – Jodha's blood drained upon hearing that. It was very unlikely for her to be scared at the enemy's name; however, this was a different case. It was not that she wasn't capable enough to fight them, no!
But her fear was valid, considering what she knew of the future. She really tried to consider changing her path, changing her destiny and having her name in the history books, not under some king's name. She wanted her own page, where she would be hailed as one of the kind and not as someone's wife. Especially not as Jalaluddin's wife.
She hated him, hates him, and will hate him until her last breath. The temples his army looted in his name; the number of women who became surviving spouses after their husbands were sacrificed in the war – The number of children that became orphans because of the wars he raged. Her body shivers in disgust at his name. Her appetite decreases and all she wants to do is spit out the distaste called Jalal from her life.
Heavy footsteps of armed soldiers could be heard vibrating through the temple walls. Rawat Singh lifted his sword and pushed the women away, standing as a shield between them and the Mughal soldiers.
"Rawat Singh!' Jodha shouted. "Give me the sword!"
Rawat Singh looked at her from the corner of his eye and gave an apologetic bow, "I'm sorry, kunwari... but I would rather die than let you get hurt."
He disobeyed her command and instead commanded them to go into the adjacent tunnel and hide. Moti Bai and Reva dragged a disgruntled crowd into the small tunnel where they all cramped up with Jodha tucked away in the corner against the wall.
