The King of suryagarh (on hold)

Power

Power is one of those things for which people are ready to kill or die for, power comes with great responsibilities but for few its meanings are different, they misinterpreted it as an authority, strength and be a law into oneself. Power excites people, it turns them into someone which they are not...

Power is POWER the only thing which exceeds the power of currency
The history has shown us that there's nothing more important than POWER especially for the people born in the royal families but what they fail to see is it's just a insect which feeds itself from the person having it and eventually makes you HOLLOW, at the end you fall like a pile of cards.

The hunger for power is such that it makes the person blind just for the power itself,
They don't even think twice before hurting someone whether it's their own blood or any unknown person.

" he loves you a lot, why do you wanna destroy him"

" I want that throne, the throne of suryagarh, it's mine...and only mine, no one else deserves it" Randhir speaks with finality in his tonne.

" but kunwar sa he is very possessive and protective about her...she means everything to him,"

"That's why I am gonna snatch that precious thing from him by marrying her off"

" Now I need to meet my lovable elder brother," he added taking his sword.
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" Bahi do do hath humare saath bhi ho jaye, ush bichare ke upar kyu baras rhe hai" Randhir said entering the wrestling area.

Sidharth smiled seeing his younger brother after two months, he raised one of his eyebrows questioning him if he is serious.

" bahi sa lagta hai aap dar gye mujhse, kahin mein hara na du apko"

" in your dreams my baby brother, let's see how much you have learned in these two months" Sidharth said gesturing for him to come.

" looks like you don't want me to see to win"

" I will be the happiest if you win" He stated.

" par kunwar sa Maharaj se jitna itna hi aasan hota toh ky hi baat thi" Acharya said.

" Khani khambha Acharya ji, aap dekhiyega ek din mein bahi sa ko zaroor parajit karunga" Acharya felt some different emotions in his words but he let it go knowing very well how outspoken Randhir is.

Both of them standing facing each other, they bent down slightly picking a handful of soil they applied on their foreheads giving each other deadly stares, Nandni comes there finding him and saw her handsome husband like this for the first time, just in his dhoti ( cloth worn around the loins), his shoulder-length black wavy hairs bouncing as he dodge off his opponent's attack, the toned muscle structure, well-built curves which anyone can die for...the soil particles sticks on his skin making him look more alluring to her innocent eyes.

" nice try" sidharth complimented escaping his next attack too.

"Maine socha aap khuch sikh ke aayenge lekin.." a strong punch land on his shoulder making him stumble a bit.

" bahi sa Baaton par nh ladai par dhayan de" the punches continue for a while, making Randhir tired and sidharth happy, he loves healthy fights, and competitions, they give him much needed energy and help him to point out his weaknesses too..

Randhir is not less than him, he is known for his best sword and horse skills, but he need to practice more and more to compete with his elder brother who mastered every skill.

Their hands are locked in each other's hands in attempt of strong arming massive force being applied by both of them to strong case the other person Sidharth has turned him around by twisting both of his hands which are locked in his hands and behind both of his legs he has placed his one leg and applied all the force of his own body on his brother's body and his back is against the ground that means Sidharth is through and the crowned winner of this fight.