In 1298, Alauddin kidnapped Queen Kamala devi from waghela to fulfil his lust.
"In love and war, all is fair," William Shakespeare once penned. Yet, perhaps he forgot to mention who decides whether it is love or lust that drives men to madness.
War knows no strategy; it is but a gamble where victories and defeats are claimed. The spoils of the vanquished are but fleeting pleasures for the victors, doubling in their delight, especially when there are no rules, no laws to bind them. It is a time when men become thirsty for each other's blood, slaying in the name of faith, as rivers of crimson flow beneath the skies.
In the twenty-first century, it seems unfathomable that such colossal battles could unfold, leading thousands to their graves-not by the detonation of a nuclear bomb or the precision of modern weaponry, but even the clash of swords can cause the same.
Yet, this was the tale of medieval India, where marauders like "Alauddin Khilji" laid siege to almost the entire subcontinent. His gaze fell upon the beautiful city of " Vaghela " in Gujarat.
Meanwhile, "King Karandev Rai" , the ruler of Vaghela, remained blissfully unaware of the looming storm.
This was an era untouched by modernity, where kings, princes, and sultans only knew the dance of death against one another, a rhythm that intensified with the arrival of relentless conquerors like "Alauddin".
This is a tale from the thirteenth century-a chronicle of INDIA, Vaghela, and the Delhi Sultanate. It unfolds the saga of a defeated king and a victorious sultan, the hunger for deceit, the insatiable lust and hunger for power, and the insidious desire for dominance.
Dive deep into the enthralling tales of a bygone era, where there were no restraints, no limitations-this is not a figment of imagination, but a brutal reality.
"HORRORS OF WAR CANNOT BE IMAGINED IN PEACEFUL TIMES" -Anonymous.
After a fierce battle, he claimed my kingdom-and my fate.
I am bound by duty to my people, but it is a duty that demands the greatest sacrifice. To save my kingdom, I must marry the man who conquered it. One bound by the crown, the other by my heart.
When the king of Suryagarh attacked our kingdom, he did not just conquer our lands-he shattered countless lives. Thousands of widows, children left without fathers, and girls who were only beginning to understand the world. The loss was beyond words. And yet, to save them, I had no choice but to throw myself into the flames of my own sacrifice.
I sent the king a marriage proposal through my father. My father was always against it and he must have hidden the truth about me from him. I don't know what he said, but I couldn't back down. I couldn't let my people suffer more. They needed me.
Sitting before the holy fire, ready to take vows with my husband, not as a wife but as a mistress, I was shedding silent tears beneath my veil-not because of the sacrifice but because of the price I will pay for it.
It all began with his words:
"I always loved you. It was always you, never someone else."
But the reality was different:
"So you were always a manwhore?"
"Yes, and you are my whore."
And it ends with:
"You promised to stay with me during this time. I am still waiting for you. Please... do not let me down."
This is a story of a time when women were nothing but objects to be used and discarded, tied down to the bed by the chains of society and sweet taste. But the queen made sure none of them were deprived of their rights. Her legacy was one of hope, as she become the first queen to free courtesans from the shackles of slavery, granting them the freedom they deserve.
She married the powerful king of Hind to save her kingdom, but in doing so, she never expected he would become the very reason to turn her life upside down.
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