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The Sayyid dynasty has always been of a great importance

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The Sayyid dynasty has always been of a great importance. Back in 1456 it was the biggest and the most powerful empire. Baadshah Ibrahim Hameed Muhammad had given his blood, sweat and soul for this kingdom and had proudly given the throne to his son Ashar Afan Ibrahim Hameed Muhammad after he turned 25.

Ashar's POV

This empire was where my life began and where it end. I never thought about anything else ever if not about my kingdom. My parents were proud of me, and that was all I ever wanted.

Until I saw her. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her deep brown eyes filled with so many emotions, she had long hair which reached till her waist. she was smiling with some girls but I just saw her and no body else. They were moving around the palace and suddenly a girl threw flowers petals at her from above.

 They were moving around the palace and suddenly a girl threw flowers petals at her from above

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I and my father were visiting Hindustan for the first time with my friend prince Aryan . He and I became friends when we were at school. We used to have defence and horse riding classes together. He was going away for futher studies of Vedas for 3 years so he told me to accompany him while he went home for the last time in a while.

It was beautiful, serene I would say. Now I understood why everybody praised the beauty of Hindustan. The fort was a sight to see. It was huge with tall pillars and a big lake. It was covered with tress and grass all around adding more to its beauty.

 It was covered with tress and grass all around adding more to its beauty

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But I never thought I would come across this beautiful young woman who happened to be my friend's sister

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But I never thought I would come across this beautiful young woman who happened to be my friend's sister.

When I returned back I was not able to forget her face, she was all over my mind and so I wanted her. I wanted to make her my wife. Mallika-e-jahan.

I told my father after 2 years and he sent a proposal to her father for our marriage. But the king refused saying that he did not want his daughter to marry somebody outside their kin. But I was calm, I understood where he came from but I wanted her so after making some good relations with her kingdom my father again sent the proposal but he again declined.

After 6 months we again sent the proposal but he declined saying that he had
arranged a suitable groom for her and that she will be married to someone who belongs to their kin.

BULLSHIT

I wanted her and she had to be mine. I would have talked to Aryan but he was not in the kingdom so I had to do the best possible to make her my wife......A war against her father and I was just going to do that.

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