In the midst of the war ,between numerous bodies laying around ,some covered in blood already dead while others fighting for their last breath
. A soldier was fighting with the spirit of a true warrior .Bodies of the enemy soldiers fell wherever he went. His physique was clad in silver armor that gleamed whenever the sun's rays fell upon it . Etched near his heart was Shri krishna's morpankh,a symbol he carried with pride.
Two urumis coiled in his hands,blades so treacherous that most warriors dared not wield even one. Yet in his grasp they came alive. With the grace of a dancer he moved across the battlefield, the silver ribbons of steel whirling around him in lethal arcs. The air sang with their motion. Wherever he stepped, the enemy ranks broke, flashing steel striking with terrifying precision as soldiers fell before they could even raise their weapons.
But the fierce warrior suddenly stopped in the middle of the battlefield,stunned into silence by the news that reached him.
The Agnivanshi ruler,his closest friend who was more than a brother could ever be for him had fallen.Not in pride like a true Rajputana warrior .He had been cornered isolated from his men and even then a formidable warrior like him could not be defeated .
For a moment,he couldn't believe that his king was struck down behind the back through cowardly means.Such a deed was unworthy of a Rajput.They were warriors bound by dignity honor and pride who faced their enemies eye to eye .A Rajput may be beheaded but he still fights until the last drop of blood remains in his body .
The only sign of his grief was a single tear. It slipped silently from his eye, tracing a slow path down his cheek before falling into the dust of the battlefield where blood, honor, and betrayal had already seeped into the soil.
For a long moment he said nothing. The single tear had already vanished into the soil, leaving his face as unyielding as stone.
Footsteps hurried across the battlefield behind him.
“Rudra , Samrat ko chal se mar diya gaya. Hamari sena ab jyada der nahi tik payegi.Yeh yudh ham haar chuke hai .Agar sena ko uss Jayvardhan ne bandhi bana diya toh woh sabko mar dega .Hame yaha se turant nikalna chahiye” his friend Sanjay from his ranks said, breath heavy with urgency.
The warrior did not turn.
The soldier swallowed and continued, his voice lower now. “We must retreat, my lord. Not as cowards… but as warriors who live to strike again. This battle is lost, but the war is not.”
For a moment the wind carried only the distant clash of steel.
Slowly, Rudra tightened his grip on his weapons. His gaze drifted once more to the earth where the tear had fallen where his friend’s blood had been spilled.
Then at last, he spoke.
“A Rajput does not bow to defeat,” he said quietly. “Bhagwan krishna ko bhi Ranchod kaha gaya tha iska matlab yeh nahi ki woh haar gaye kitnu yeh ki unhe muskil parishtiti mein sahi kadam uthana aata tha.
He turned toward his men, his eyes no longer clouded with grief but burning with something far more dangerous.
“Sound the retreat,” he commanded.
"Yeh yudh woh aaj jit Gaye lekin aakhri jang hamari hai .”
Abhi aise hi proofread kar rahi thi toh tab pata chala ki mein toh storyline se pura bhatak gayi .Kasam se Jayvardhan,Rudra ka full name aur yeh bhi dimaag mein nahi tha ki woh logo ka kingdom bhi toh hai joh unprotected hai.I swear abhi dimaag mein aaya mera yeh sab😭
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