Rakshash Aur Rajkumari (The Devil And The Princess)

Rudraksha • रुद्राक्षः

The sight was disastrous two huge armies facing each other with great menace, anticipation and nervousness can be felt everywhere but the feeling of pride and patriotism was oozing. Booming sounds of explosion with clashing sounds of swords, swoosh of bows and yelling of soldiers. The scene before him was nothing short of catastrophic.

High above this chaos, on a mountain peak, sat the commander-in-chief, Rudraksha. He was an imposing figure, mounted on Vasuki, his mighty white steed. Flanking him were his trusted commanders, bowmen, swordsmen, and snipers, their eyes scanning the battlefield with keen vigilance. By Rudraksha's side was Anandanath, the chief advisor and a Brahmin well-versed in the ways of dharma—the moral and ethical duties that guided Hindu life.

Suddenly, a distraught soldier came rushing towards Rudraksha, his eyes wild with worry. He fell to his knees before Vasuki, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Senapati..." he panted, addressing Rudraksha by his title of commander-in-chief.

Rudraksha, ever the stoic leader, looked down at the soldier, his expression unwavering. "What is it, Veer Youdha?" he asked, using the title for a brave warrior to bolster the man's spirits. Rudraksha was known for his ability to inspire his troops, even in the face of adversity.

"Sir, the enemy has resorted to a despicable tactic!" the soldier blurted out.

"Speak plainly!" one of the commanders barked.

The soldier nodded rapidly, his breath shaky. "They have positioned women and children at the forefront of their army, using them as human shields."

A hush fell over the group, and Anandanath, his face grave, turned to Rudraksha. "We cannot condone such an act, Senapati. It is against the very principles of our Dharma to bring harm to innocents. We must find another way."

Rudraksha, his eyes steely, turned to his guru. "Guru ji, I am known for my fierce temper, but I will not stray from the path of Sanatan Dharma. I refuse to let these actions go unpunished, but we must be strategic."

With that, he spurred Vasuki forward, the mighty horse marching down the mountain towards the battlefield. Rudraksha raised a large conch shell to his lips and blew a resounding blast, a signal to his men. Some of them nodded in understanding and began to move towards specific targets.

"Rudraksha, wait!" Anandanath called out, but it was too late. The commander was already galloping towards the enemy lines.

"Have no fear, Guru Ji," the two commanders said in unison. "He has a plan."

As Rudraksha and his men advanced, the snipers took aim at the enemy's key leaders, picking them off one by one. Meanwhile, the foot soldiers rushed to protect the women and children who had been forced to the front lines, shielding them from harm.

Rudraksha's forces swiftly eliminated the enemy's command structure, leaving only the hapless peasants whose families were being used as bargaining chips. Rudraksha rode Vasuki straight towards the enemy commander-in-chief, his eyes fixed on his target. An arrow whizzed past him, but he nimbly dodged it, and the sniper hidden among his men took out the offending enemy bodyguard.

The terrified women and children cowered as Rudraksha approached, their eyes wide with fear. But Vasuki, a horse of exceptional intelligence and gentleness, leaped over them with grace, landing close to the enemy commander.