ISHWASA : His warrior Begam | COMPLETED ✔️

94. STEP ONE! BOOM!

I am trying my best but the academics and CGL prep side by side is taking a toll on my mental health. I have drafts already and trust me whenever I had time, I surely tried to invest in writing but don't know why, I was feeling numb. I was feeling nothing. I have ideas, I have whole plot still I was unable to write. 

I think I am taking too much tension.

Can't help it.

If my mood and things stayed like today, I might give you update tomorrow, if not then I don't know when next update will come. I am sorry for being so irresponsible and unscheduled. 

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AUTHOR'S POV

The night was dark, intense and fearful. Not even a single lamp was lightening. The thick forest of eastern area are standing in pride, in all might, holding many secrets, deadly as well as heavenly. 

Some footsteps were increasing toward the depth of it, without any fear, without any second thought. They just had one thing in their mind, that is to save their mother land, by hook or by crook. 

They were all ready to give their life just to save others from the brutality. They have their lives in their fists, ready to release the moment it needed without even thinking twice, without even flinching. 

Their courage is higher than skies, their eyes filled with determination to save their nation, the blood in their reigns running on double speed, thrilled with enthusiasm and determination to terminate each soul who wanted to harm the peace, to snatch every life who wanted to create blunder, to brutally kill each enemy who ever laid an eye on the harmony of their mother land.

Their body was cladded with weapons and heavy safety armours. Their head high in pride because if they will die today, they will have no regret instead they will be pleased to give their life for their mother land.

With each step, their determination was increasing only. On finding the village, they silently marched toward it. 

Their was creepy darkness in the village, unusual, unhealthy. 

Mubariz took the lead himself and gestured the soldiers to take safety positions. His green eyes scanning whole area with sharpness, even the single stick laying on the ground was in his consciousness. His brain on high alert. His one hand held the sword tightly with practised ease and other hand was resting against the mud wall of outskirt of the village. His ears were highly alert, trying to know the slightest of movement from other side of wall. His mouth was covered with black cloth, his piercing eyes were deadly but his breath calm, abnormally calm while his brain was making complex strategies to handle every situation. His tall silhouette in all black attire was appearing more buff and manly in the dark night.

 Besides him Trilok das was following as his shadow. Fardeen khan was on other side, followed by Mohan das and Zafar Khan was left in the palace to take care for the tomorrow's plan. 

Without wasting any more time, Mubariz climbed the wall and jumped inside. His ears had registered the movement of one man few moments back and same happened, the guard on duty was flabbergasted to face him but before he could do something, Mubariz gripped his neck in a deadly hold and pushed him against the wall. He choked him to death in few moments with a wicked grin on his face. 

Observing the clear area, he gestured his army and in no moment, they all jumped down and according to plan, they took their positions behind every single wall they could find right now. The whole unit consist of 50 soldiers, 25 with Mubariz and 25 with Fardeen Khan. As they were in safety positions, Mubariz again moved ahead, stepping in the enemy territory without any fear.