Chapter 69: The Fall Of Maratha Kingdom Part :1
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Several fortifications were constructed along the coast of Kochi, cleverly hidden in the dense forest in a camouflaged manner. It was Vijay who had devised the battle plan for the impending war. New novel chapters are published on
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Maratha Kingdom.
"Bang!"
The door of the palace was smashed open.
"Father, we have received news that both Kota Fort and Pathankot Fort have fallen, and my younger brother was struck by an arrow while retreating... he has passed away," Aditya, the Crown Prince of the Maratha Kingdom, said with a choked voice.
Aditya didn't know what to do. They had already received information from Vijayanagara half a month ago, but unfortunately, no matter the schemes they employed, they were not strong enough to resist the mighty Mughal army.
Thinking about his little brother, his sadness turned into anger as he questioned his father, "I already told you to let me go to the frontlines. Look at it now, my brother is dead," he said with a livid face.
*Sigh*
Tears rolled down Rajendra Bansal's face. He was deeply saddened by the passing of his youngest son. He was already an old man, and seeing his son pass away before him was a source of great sorrow.
The Guard Captain, hearing those words and feeling the king's determination, chose to submit and no longer insisted. He fell to one knee and handed his sword to the king. "Please forgive me, Your Highness. Please let this slave accompany you."
Rajendra accepted the guard's plea. Soon after, he sent the unconscious Aditya to Vijayanagara with his pregnant daughter-in-law.
"Father, please forgive me for making such a selfish request, but my child and your grandchild should not grow up without a father. When my husband wakes up, I will take full responsibility for this grave sin that I have committed,"
Harshpreet Bansal, his daughter-in-law, begged as she held onto his legs before departing. Her face was filled with guilt and tears as she clung tightly to his feet.
"Arre arre, what is this? Get up, get up! Even if you did not ask me, I was going to send both my sons out of the kingdom. You don't have to worry, unfortunately, your brother-in-law passed away,"
Rajendra said as he wiped the tears from his daughter's eyes. "You are almost at the time of birth. You should not cry like this; it is not good for my grandson's health. You go ahead; I will finish off the matters in the kingdom and come later."
Rajendra said, in all honesty, he couldn't tell his daughter-in-law that he was staying behind because he knew she would never let him go, and he did not want to affect the birth of his grandson.
"And take this letter, give it to Aditya when he wakes up. This will teach him to treat you nicely after he reads this,"
Rajendra said as he sent his son and daughter away in a carriage. Seeing the departing carriage, there was still a little unwillingness in him to see his family go away, but he soon steeled his determination.
He returned to the palace and opened the armoury, where an old full-body armour lay on a table. It was the ancestral Armor belonging to the royal family of the Maratha Kingdom, which was passed down from generation to generation. Rajendra had worn it when he was young, but now it was his time to wear it again.
With the help of servants, the old man donned the full set of armour with difficulty. Looking in the mirror, there was a majestic and royal air around him. If the future generations of people saw him, they would recognize him as Kattappa from Baahubali.
Rajendra, adorned in silver armour, made his way to the city wall to oversee the battle for one last time.
To Be Continued...