Kaalgarh's Destiny

The scent of burning sandalwood filled the war chamber, mixing with the metallic tang of blood that had long since dried on the stone floors. A single torch flickered against the cold walls, casting twisted shadows on the royal sigils of Kaalgarh and Amritgarh-two kingdoms once bound by loyalty, now destined for ruin.

Rudraveer stood before the grand map, his fingers tracing the inked borders that had long ceased to hold meaning. The kingdom of Amritgarh, a land that should have been an ally, was now nothing more than an enemy fortress waiting to be conquered. His jaw clenched as his mind replayed the past-the betrayal that had turned his father's trust into ashes, the broken alliance that had painted their lands with war.

He had been a boy when it happened. Too young to wield a sword, yet old enough to witness the truth behind veiled words and forced smiles. Amritgarh's king-Avani's father-had sworn loyalty to Kaalgarh, only to drive a dagger into its back when the moment was right. It was a deception that had cost his father everything, a treachery Rudraveer would never forget.

Now, years later, the gods had given him the chance to claim his justice.

Amritgarh would fall. Its people would kneel. And its princess...

His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword as his gaze lifted to the horizon. He had seen Avani once, long ago, when she was just a child. She did not know the sins of her father. She did not know the war she was about to inherit. But it did not matter.

She was a pawn in this battle, a piece he would move as he saw fit.

Rudraveer had spent years preparing for this moment, sharpening his blade and his heart into something unbreakable. He had no room for mercy, no patience for weakness. If Avani did not bow, he would make her kneel.

And if she hated him for it, so be it.

The past demanded retribution. And Rudraveer would see it done.