Jamuna

Episode 4

Hello dear readers!!

I know that I had clearly stated in the beginning of this short story that it will consist only of three chapters. But after writing it for sometime I realised that it was not possible at all.

I just cannot confine this story in three chapters. That is why I've decided to extend it's chapters.

But I do plan to keep it as short as possible. Might be in the range of 10 chapters or maybe even less than that.

But for that you'll have to stay in touch.

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Ripudaman looked back at his dear friend Viplav, who was busy daydreaming, and heaved a sigh. They were on their way to their newly conquered kingdom.

Although he had clearly made his point about his unwillingness to rule over that kingdom, his persistent brother still made him visit the Mughal Kingdom, now a part of the Raj Wada.

But in a sense, it was good that he'd come here. He was trying to clear his schedule from some time now. He had wanted to visit his Jamuna. But every damn time, something always came up.

Now that he was here, he would not waste an opportunity like this. He would visit her house and ask for her hand in marriage from her father. Sure, it would be a little difficult for them to digest the fact that the second prince of their kingdom has come on their doorstep.

But they will accept the proposal no matter what. He will make them accept it. Either by love or by the sharp edge of his sword.

Now comes the most important matter that he dreaded to dwell upon. Will Jamuna come with him? He had made her wait for whole three months. Rain has gone and the people were preparing themselves for the arrival of the winter.

His brother had had his doubts that a few faithful of the Mughal Dynasty were plotting on taking revenge. Ripudaman knew that it was very rare for a King to have people that faithful to him but their loyalty was completely misplaced.

Just what can they do with a bunch of soldiers and not to forget with their King in the dungeons of Raj Wada. It was hopeless for them. But if there was anything he had learned with his time on the battlefield. It was to never underestimate the power of sly minds.

Even though the revolutionaries were the loyal of the Mughal Dynasty according to the information of his brother's spies. Ripudaman was sure that someone else was behind this. One with a sly and cunning mind.

With Salahuddin dead he had no idea who could be behind this. He would need to find him sooner.

But he would dwell on it later, right now his main concern was his Jamuna. And the annoying princess in the background. He yet again sighed. He didn't know what to do with her. His sister-in-law's cousin was proving to be more of a nuisance than he would've ever imagined.

"Viplav tell her to shut that annoying trap of hers. Or we're leaving her here right now." Ripudaman ordered Viplav, who gladly complied. He too was being constantly annoyed with the haughty princess's tantrums.

"Shut up or we're leaving you here." Viplav told Princess Mrinalini with his most domaining tone.

Princess Mrinalini did nothing but snort in his direction. Who was he to think that he can order her? She was a princess and their kingdom's queen's favourite cousin and was soon to be the wife of their second prince Ripudaman.