Short Stories

CH 2 - Promise

( Present day~~ )

Prudhvi pov:

" WHAT. DID. I .JUST. SAID !?  I want a sword that is sharp enough to cut through a tree . And this  is not even sharp enough to cut your stupid head!!!!"  I yell at the seller who was almost peeing his bottoms in fear.

" Shamapanalu Maharaja . Shamapanalu " he says bowing ( Apologies Your Majesty. Apologies)

"And Shesha garu , weren't you the one who suggested him? Are you that inexperienced to not know the sharpness of a sword. Is that why I made you a member of my court ? To suggest a con seller.!?" I raise my voice at   him .

" Shaminchandi maharaja . Malli jaragunda chuskunta." He says ,wiping his face with his
duppatta ( Forgive me Your majesty . I will see it won't happen again)

I just grunt .

I just get up and leave the throne room .

Great ! They've just wasted an hour of my time.
I need to blow off the steam otherwise I would really cut off  someone's head

I march towards the Grand garden which is originally an excercise ground for my soldiers.
They would practice here and sometimes conduct friendly Khushti fights to see who is the strongest.

( Khushti : a form of wrestling contested in South Asian countries)

I go towards the tent . Where all men are seated enjoying the fight. 

As one sees me approaching , everyone else stands up in attention. I order them at ease and the fight resumes.

I enter the tent where I take off my clothes and wear the ' langot '
( loincloth garment , worn by wrestlers) 

" Raghuu!"  I call  my general chief and my dearest friend.

He quickly marched towards me while the other left the fighting area empty for us

I always fight with Raghu. Because he is the only guy here who could fight just as good as me.

We take positions by grabbing our necks and palms and start the fight with the remaining soldiers cheering for us

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" Aargh Raghu! I will win next time !" I say drinking water from a tumbler.

We are now sat at the wooden seat near the khusti ground. Watching  other soldiers wrestling.

" Don't worry ,your majesty . You won last time did you not? "

" I did , though, you have the most wins among the two of us. How do you manage ?"

" A glass everyday , Your Majesty. A glass everyday" He says

I just roll my eyes.

Raghu thinks by drinking milk everyday one would become stronger. Though it is true to some extent , you do grow stronger, but not strong enough to slam a 100 kg fellow onto the ground and not break your hip in the process.

We see one of the players trying hard to not fall   so he started tickling his opponent so that  other may fall .

The guy wins and celebrates his victory by shouting , but is quickly slammed onto the ground from behind by his opponent.

We all laugh .

Ahh! Today is not bad after all ...

Just then , a servant comes in front of me.