What would happen if you were appointed as a bodyguard for the person you were supposed to assassinate?
Adhiveer is a beloved king. Adored by everyone in his kingdom and beyond.
Shiva, a professional assassin, gets easily appointed as his royal gu...
" The crown must be heavy, isn't it? A burden, maddening you, that's why you do such ruthless things. Such vile things. Things that are unfit for a king," Bal held the neck tighter.
" You... are....making... a mistake... release me... this ins-" Before the man could complete Bal had squeezed the life out of him. His arms, which once fought to loosen the grip around his neck, now lay limp on the side. Bal slowly pushed the lifeless body of the king off the rim; he leaned from the hull to see the body tumble and splash into the water below. With a satisfied grin, he walked away from the edge and to his cabin. Wiping his hands on his clothes as if wiping off the traces of the crime he had just committed.
" Drunken Bastard, why drink so much if you can't handle it?" He poured himself a drink in a chalice and settled down on a chair. Holding the glass above his head, " Long live king Indraneel, the conqueror of eleven kingdoms, the supreme commander of the army of gods, the bearer of the tiger skin, the strong-armed...yada... yada... yada..." he chuckled and gulped down the contents of the chalice. " Useless..." He scoffed.
He was tired of travelling with the king from one place to another. Tired of the wars and the rebels, tired of bowing down to a man who had taken the only woman he had and married her. Finally, tonight, he got an opportunity to finish him and put an end to the constant meanderings that he had to endure.
Growing up on a farm, he had seen the struggles of his father, seen him toiling in the soil to get a fruitful harvest. Nothing was lacking in his life: plenty of food, a good number of clothes, and a sizable house. His father, unaware of his ambition, believed that he would be of great support to him and that he would be a farmer like him. But Bal was never satisfied. Ideally, he didn't need anything.
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Then what was missing? What was it that gnawed at his mind? Biting away his patience little by little. An insatiable want of something.
To find out what he wanted. He left his home and travelled despite the opposition from his father. From one kingdom to another. In appearance, he didn't look like a farmer's boy. He was tall and had broad shoulders and heavy arms and thighs. He always kept his hair shoulder length and tied it in a ponytail. He could fit into any role he liked. On the way, he learnt sword fighting, wrestling, trading, and politics. He had learnt how to charm people and lure them into his talks. He could gauge their thoughts and understand their body language. And his imposing stature made it very easy to get things done his way. But he felt incomplete.
There was a huge gap between him gaining knowledge and putting that knowledge to use. At that time, the idea was stuck in his brain: if he was a king, he would rule a large kingdom. Imagine the power he would hold over the puny, incompetent kings who ruled.
One such king was Bhrida of the north. The richest kingdom with the largest army. But the king himself was a joke. All this wealth and power was spent on women that he wanted to possess. Thousands of concubines were kept in the innermost part of the palace. But he had only one queen and only one daughter.
