Year 1783
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"The king suspects my Rebellion
and wants to destroy me and my
family. Please fulfil the promise
you made to me. Protect my
daughter. She is now yours"
The General Of Hyderabad sealed the envelope with wax stamp, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. The incandescent glow from the lattern illuminated his features. Years of toils in the battlefield has made his once youthful face, wrinkled and pigmented, brows furrowed and gray hair falling over his forehead slicked with sweat. He glanced at his most trusted man and servant who was standing by the doorway.
"Have it delivered to Your Highness, The General of Lucknow as soon as possible. Hmarey pas waqt buht kam hy...." he muttered, removing his spectacles and pressing the bridge of his nose.
The old servent looked sympathetically at his master/ friend and took the letter. With one last glance, he bowed and left the chamber, leaving the general all alone.
He observed the view outside the window, a dark night, devoid of any stars, just like his now dull hopes. The night was darker than usual and a shiver ran down his spine knowing that soon, his estate would be covered in the same darkness of their own blood.
It was inevitable.
His people would be murdered brutally, and his entire family line would come to an end if he doesn't take any measures soon.
Shaking his head, he took his spectacles and walled out of his study to meet his daughter.
Preeta
Like most of the girls her age, she should be inside her cozy chamber, getting dolled up, gossiping with her friends, going to the markets for buying pearls and silk, learning how to cook and do embroidery.
And most importantly, trying to get a prospective husband.
But no, his daughter was doing none of these activities. Unfortunately so...
For she didn't have a mother to teach her the ways of the life of a woman. Preeta's mother died when she was barely three years old. The general brought her up with the help of maids and servents.
But when she should've been taught how to act gracefully, how to be ladylike, how to present your best feminine self to others, she was learning things that were considered forbidden for women.
She was learning how to fight, how to kill, how to stab a dagger right across someone's heart, the best strategies of the battle ground, how to not only lead but win wars.
Because Preeta was born into the family of generals, whom history was dated back to centuries. This family of Hyderabad was blessed with the knowledge of military, the best tactics that could help you win any war across the world. The strategies and wisdom of military ran in the blood of this family. Only the heirs would be made aware of this particular set of knowledge and they would serve their country with this.
