A warrior, a woman, a princess . The damsel saved her kingdom from distress, The distress in the form of a tribe, brutal and ruthless,The years of peace shattered into fragments, each crack bleeding the lifeblood of the innocent soldiers, They were the Sakyas. She was the raging inferno hailing from the kingdom of Rangavarta . A fierce fire ignited her unparalleled beauty and unmatched intelligence. It was she, Aadarshini Khatransh, who embodied both.
A man, a leader, a chieftain, Neel Khuswaha Bhumji bore the weight of his entire tribe on his broad shoulders-his followers, his subjects, his mothers, daughters, sisters, and brothers. The realm he led was fraught with unrest against Rangavarta: tax evasion, conflict between royals and untouchables, and a simmering tension among those who were tanned and lower than the Shudras-brutal and bloodthirsty, yet shaped by nature's harsh hand. They were bound to the brown mud and green grass of their land.
When trade taxes were raised, especially for them, it ignited a fury that transformed into a blazing fire, ghee poured in, blades honed to a razor's edge, and axes ready to be stained with blood. Neel was a leashed fire, a palpable force of nature, his name spoken in whispers by mothers warning their children to behave. A monster and a villain, love was a concept that had no place in his world.
When fire meets fire, does it burn the forest, or entwine together to form a blue ember?
Read to find out Aadarshini~ The Forlorn Aim-Towards Love
#Contains mature scenes, foul language, blood, gore, and graphics, avoid if uncomfortable/