1993...Harji, Rajasthan
---Third Person's POV---
As always the same sun came out to do its same job of spreading his beautiful and bright sun rays all over Harji and all the birds started chirping but the unusual this was that today everyone in Harji whether it's a Rajput or Muslim they woke up before the sunrise and start doing their daily chores because today is the day of Buzkashi. Buzkashi is a game where players drag goat toward the goal.
Buzkashi occurs after every 5 years. The game was brought by Afghanistani. Before Badshah's forefathers, Harji was ruled by Aziz Mirza out of few he was the one of the most powerful King of Afghanistan and India. He ruled over Rajasthan for 10 years. He brought this game for fun but when Badshah's forefather Hasan Khan became friend with Aziz Mirza; Aziz Mirza gave, Hasan Khan Harji in the gift of their friendship but when Aziz Mirza died in the battle with Jagat Singh. Harji got divided into two part one for Muslim and other for Rajput. And then this fun game turns into a war face. Hasan Khan and Veer Kumar decided that this game will be played after every 5 years and whoever will win the game, the loss side will give the winner side a land and 40% of gold and money.
From past 5 years, Muslims are winning the game because of Hussain.Badshah's one and only son, every time he wins the game; Badshah's head raised from proud. As always Hussain is going to be the presenter from Muslims but everyone is wondering who is going to be the new presenter from the Rajputs as no one in so far have bet Hussain. Everyone had already made the judgement of the game that Hussain is going to win but nothing ever happens like you imagine it will.
---Hussain's POV---
Ye jo zindagi ke kitab hai ye kitab bhi kya kitab hai kaheen ik hasin sa khwab hai kaheen jan-leva azab hai kaheen chanv hai kaheen dhup hai kaheen aur hi koi rup hai kai chehare is mein chupe hue ik ajeeb si ye naqab hai kaheen kho diya kaheen pa liya kaheen ro liya kaheen ga liya kaheen chin ...
I inhale a sharp breath as I close my diary before standing up from my seat and moving toward my room from the balcony. I put my diary and went toward the bathroom. I splash cold water on my face before heading toward the courtroom where everyone is waiting for me or I say waiting for me to win, so they can tease to Rajputs and instead of bringing peace between two religious; People are making more hate. I wish I could change the hate into love. But it is no use because both of the sides are hunger of each others blood.
"Hussain." I was in my thoughts when a soft voice brought me back to the real world. I turned around to saw my the most beautiful lady, dressed very elegantly my Ammi. She gave me a smile which gave my heart a peace. I also mirrored the smile and gave her a hug.
"Are you ready." She asked cupping my face and I sighed.
"Ammijaan you know I'm never ready for his game." I whisper and she gave me a smiled before making me sit on my round silk bed which is place right middle of the room.
"I know my jaan, but you have no choose, No one in Harij have the choice to choose between fight or peace." She gave me a simple answer. I nodded before standing up.
"Now can me move toward the courtroom or else Abujaan will take the whole courtroom on his head." I laughed and we head off.
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"Hussain we know you are going to win."
"May you live long."
"Come on show that jackass Rajputs who is more powerful."
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