Ashoka- A fanfic: Chapter 4- The expedition begins. (Page 2)

My own ff re-written since the Charkavartin Ashoka Samrat forum is now closed.

Original Thread link for copyright purposes: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/chakravartin-ashoka-samrat/4533430/ashoka-a-fanfic-chapter-20-the-interlude-page-46

The characters belong to Contiloe and Colors. The story penned in this thread is my own.

(New readers please don't click the link above if don't want spoilers.)

An OS written for all the mistreated characters in the show and what could have been.

The story is set directly after Chanakya's death. I will be regularly retconning previous episodes of the show through flashbacks for the sake of plot and coherence in the story and consistency of the characters. Please don't crucify me for that. 😆

A/N: Dedicated to Niki, Ramsha, Gargi, Mac, Khushi, Nonie, Shailusri, Vidhya, Sri, Mishi, Niks, Shayamala Ji, Swathi, Spring, Kryztal and Shelly.

Also Rohini, Medha, Krystal and Kaana.

Old loyal CAS viewers who loved Chanakya niti just as much as me.

And finally my bros BB and Shyam who love Dharma and PS more than me.

Patliputra 7 days later...

In the sunlit corridors of the Patliputra palace, Radhagupt was wandering aimlessly. His eyes were glossed over. It was unusual sight for those who knew him. Radhagupt was always disciplined and did his tasks as his Acharya instructed him to. Aimless wondering or time wasting was not in his nature. Acharya Chanakya always ensured that.

A bile rose into his throat. Acharya Chanakya. His heart throbbed painfully as he fought the tears from breaking out once again. Acharya Chanakya. His beloved mentor. The hero of Magadh who made it the great Empire that it is today. The man who gave everything for his homeland and his people had such an unceremonious end to his life.

Burned in a hut they said, at least initially.

Murdered by Daastan, they later said.

Radhagupt believed none of it. An outsider like Daastan could never get Chanakya. Nor would Chanakya be so careless that someone would just burn him in a hut.

Radhagupt wasn't a stranger to the fact that Chanakya had his adversaries. His Archarya's enemies were his enemies. As Chanakya's disciple he knew full well that there were many people who wanted him dead. Acharya had more enemies than he had friends. It's part and parcel of being being a key player in the politics of Magadh. Part and parcel required him to protect the royal family. Samrat Bindusar, Rani Dharma and Rajkumar Ashok to be specific.

Radhagupt found himself near a balcony. Overlooking the training ground in Patliputra. All the princes and warriors of Patliputra were finishing training. Fired up by the recent events of the constant attacks on the palace. And the grief of losing Chanakya. And the imminent threat that looms in Taxilla.

Radhagupt's eyes sought for Ashok. Chanakya's final apprentice. The prodigy upon whom Archarya had placed his hopes and dreams. The boy who was destined to unite all of Bharat Varsh. The boy who will become the greatest Samrat of Magadh. As Chanakya would proudly proclaim to friends and foes.

Radhagupt's eyes finally landed on Ashok who training with Vasunandan and Subhao. They were his most diligent students at the Rajkiya Vidyale. Humble as well. Ashok has been a good influence on them. Subhao and Vasunandan were showing Ashok how to defend against spear and shield wielding warriors. Ashok was set to depart for Taxilla, instead of Sushim. A series of drama lead to this change. Radhagupt knew what was going on. But he couldn't do much about it. Not with Amatya Khalnatak and Maha Rani Charumitra being so close to Samrat right now.

Speaking of which Radhagupt glanced to see Charumitra with Khalnatak who was talking to Sushim near the edge of the ground. Indrajeet, Sushim's sparring partner stood near them. Sushim wore an expression of smug arrogance as Khalnatak spoke excitedly. It was no secret that Khalnatak was an avid supporter of Sushim. They seemed unperturbed by the grief that has overtaken Patliputra. This did not surprise Radhagupt. Charumitra and Khalnatak could not stand Chanakya since he had on many occasions shown Sushim in a bad light in front of the Sabha and the Samrat. Being an open supporter of Ashok further fueled their hatred.

Samrat Bindusar and the rest of the royal family stood under the canopy of the palace. Rani Dharma stood next to him. Her hands locked around his arms. He could see that both of them were grieving. The dried tears around the Samrat's eyes mirrored Radhagupt's own.

Rani Subrasi stood behind them holding Drupad. She gazed wistfully at the two of them. Radhagupt didn't dwell on that. As Rajmata Helena caught his eyes. Rajmata Helena seemed very happy. A rare sight. Her eyes could barely contain her joy. Radhagupt knew if anyone had reason to rejoice for Acharya Chanakya's death, it was the Rajmata. Suddenly Rajmata's expression changed. He followed her gaze towards a commotion.

An intense duel was going on between two students. It was Siyamak, fighting fiercely against his sparring partner. His eyes were manic and his movements were desperate void of any skill or grace. Radhagupt could almost sense the turmoil of emotions almost breaking out of the prince. Understandably so. Radhagupt knew what Siyamak had gone through the past few months. The young Prince had to live through the horrific shock of his mentor being a Rajdrohi. Then his grandfather. Then his mother. Not only did he lose his loved ones. They were all traitors to boot.

Siyamak's sparring partner fell under the sheer force of the sword strikes. Siyamak was about strike him with his blade but Ashok stopped him in time. Siyamak angrily looked towards Ashok and tried to break away. Ashok didn't budge. But Ashok's face showed no anger. It was sympathy. Pity. Remorse. This seemed to anger Siyamak even more and he dropped his sword. Ashok let Siyamak go who stormed off. Away from the ground.

Helena made a move to go after Siyamak but Samrat Bindusar swiftly brushed past her and hurried after Siyamak. Helena stopped in her tracks looking on concernedly.

Helena's sudden concern for Siyamak in many ways, was a strange thing to see for Radhagupt. Acharya Chanakya discussed it with him. But in passing. Something had happened. And Acharya intended to find out what.

There were so many things Acharya Chanakya was working on. Before the day he died Chanakya was talking about finishing all the enemies of Magadh in one glorious sweep. Radhagupt felt elated to see his Acharya so happy. Not even once did he think that the mission that Acharya Chanakya had started would end so tragically for him.

Radhagupt clenched his fists as a stray tear trailed down his face. So many things Acharya had left unfinished. And his greatest dream remain unfulfilled. Watching Ashok sitting on the grand throne of Magadh.

Radhagupt sighed. The sun was setting. His eyes searched once again searched for Ashok. If there was anyone feeling more pain than himself and even Siyamak, it was Ashok.

Ashok was standing in the same spot he stopped Siyamak, his shoulders hunched over. His eyes had lost that playful glint. No longer care-free. He had gone through so things over the past few months, it was unsurprising. The boy's life had turned upside down. It is no wonder the increasing responsibilities was starting to weigh on him. He saw Ashok sighing. His eyes suddenly snapped towards another direction.

Radhagupt looked over to where Ashok was gazing. It was Rajkumari Ahankara with her little brother. The onlookers warily kept their distance. Not because she was a princess. Although he didn't share their misgivings, he understood them. Rajkumari Ahankara was the daughter of two known traitors. Try as much as Samrat Bindusar might, that is the stigma that this girl will always face.

Thankfully for the girl, Ashok was by her side. Now and always from what Radhagupt could tell. The uncomfortable glances stopped and everyone dispersed. Ashok took Ahankara's little brother into his arms and started swinging him around playfully. Vasunandan and Subhao joined them. They were making weird faces trying to make the baby laugh. Ahankara gazed at Ashok affectionately as he lifted her brother over them all. The fading rays of the sun shining around them.

Radhagupt knew Ahankara harbored strong feelings for Ashok. And Radhagupt suspected that Ashok reciprocated them as well. Ashok had gone above and beyond to ensure the safety of Ahankara and her brother. Then again it is Ashok. But still, it is unusual by usual standards for a Rajkumar to help someone like Ahankara to such an extent. But then again it's Ashok. Expect nothing usual from him. Acharya Chanakya dismissed his actions as purely emotional and extremely foolish.

Radhagupt smiled despite himself. Acting on emotions did have some merit. The companionship that Ashok had earned was proof of that. Ashok, in spite of the turmoil Magadh is in now, in spite of the turmoil his heart must be in now, was smiling. And his friends were too. Just like Radhagupt.

"Acharya." a voice called him.

Radhagupt felt his body tense. After a few seconds he turned to see it was Ishwari standing with his personal guards. It felt weird. Whenever Ishwari said "Acharya", it was usually to address Acharya Chanakya. Not him. Radhagupt cleared his throat.

"Your Guptchar are back." Radhagupt drew a long breath.

His men. Subordinates

His.

It felt unnatural. The Guptchar were Chanakya's disciples like him. And he was a follower like them. He answered to Acharya Chanakya like them. And now all of them answered to him. It was surreal. Radhagupt shook his head. He cannot let such thoughts dwell in his mind. Not when Magadh and everyone in it was constantly under threat from enemies everywhere.

He took a long stride forward as he begun walking towards Acharya Chanakya's room with Ishwari and the guards trailing him. As time will go by it will become his room. No matter how uncomfortable he felt.

He saw Siyamak who had returned with Helena next to him. Bindusar was hurrying back into the castle with Dharma and Subarshi in tow.

Helena's presence next to Siyamak was becoming a familiar sight bit by bit. They were looking towards Ashok and his friends. Their expressions were unreadable in the growing shadows. On the other side of the court Sushim, Charumitra and Khalnatak were doing the same. Except the expressions of pure contempt were clearly visible.

Radhagupt clenched his fists. His jaw locked. He tore his gaze away and continued walking. He walked through the corridors of Patliputra as the rays of the sun dimmed away, he could feel the protective aura that he always felt in Chanakya's presence fading away as well. Strange as it was. The feeling of increasing dread felt very real.

Radhagupt took a sharp turn and picked up his pace. Ishwari and the guards followed keeping pace with him.

Radhagupt knew that all the enemies of Magadh would set their sights on Ashok. After Acharya Chanakya, Ashok was their biggest obstacle on their path to the throne. Keechak and the Taxilla crisis will be dealt with one way or another. But, as Acharya Chanakya always said, it was the internal enemies of Magadha that remained a bigger and more mortal threat.

As darkness of the night loomed, so the did the enemies of Magadh. Radhagupt steeled his gaze as he neared the meeting place. It was time to bury all emotions. Magadh needed him. The royal family needed him. Ashok needed him

Radhagupt halted outside Chanakya's room. He told Ishwari to go inside. He quietly instructed the guards to scour the area of enemy spies. Once they set off for reconnaissance Radhagupt waited outside Chanakya's room. The sun had set. The night begun as darkness engulfed Patliputra. Radhagupt looked towards the court as he saw Ashok with his friends walking back into the palace. The flickering light from the lamps cast a warm glow on them.

"Acharya Chanakya." Radhagupt whispered into the breeze that swept past him. "I cannot replace you. No one can replace you. But I will avenge you. I will make your dreams come true. Your final disciple will become Chakravartin Ashoka Samrat!"

To be continued...

A/N: My old readers please be patient, I will re-upload all the chapters soon. Along with the new Chapter.

To my new readers, please enjoy yourselves and leave your feedback. Not only it gives me motivation to write faster (😆) but also keeps this thread visible to those CAS fans who want a good story. 😊

Chapter 2: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/144843131

Chapter 3: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/144889029

Chapter 4: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/144894580

My own ff re-written since the Charkavartin Ashoka Samrat forum is now closed.

Original Thread link for copyright purposes: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/chakravartin-ashoka-samrat/4533430/ashoka-a-fanfic-chapter-20-the-interlude-page-46

The characters belong to Contiloe and Colors. The story penned in this thread is my own.

(New readers please don't click the link above if don't want spoilers.)

An OS written for all the mistreated characters in the show and what could have been.

The story is set directly after Chanakya's death. I will be regularly retconning previous episodes of the show through flashbacks for the sake of plot and coherence in the story and consistency of the characters. Please don't crucify me for that. 😆

A/N: Dedicated to Niki, Ramsha, Gargi, Mac, Khushi, Nonie, Shailusri, Vidhya, Sri, Mishi, Niks, Shayamala Ji, Swathi, Spring, Kryztal and Shelly.

Also Rohini, Medha, Krystal and Kaana.

Old loyal CAS viewers who loved Chanakya niti just as much as me.

And finally my bros BB and Shyam who love Dharma and PS more than me.

Chapter 2: The flaw in the Plan

Later that night.

The small flames from the torches were flickering ominously in the corridors of the palace of Patliputra. The guards were diligently patrolling every corner keeping an eye out for any abnormalities. The royal family has been attacked far too many times now. The security of Magadh was on high alert.

The guards bowed as two people walked by.

Rajkumar Ashok was walking with Rajkumari Ahankara still carrying her brother in his arms. Ashok gave a curt nod to the guards who then resumed their patrolling.

Ashok looked into the curious eyes of the little boy who was pulling his chain. The boy looked up at Ashok and started smiling. His face was so innocent. So precious. So full of life. Ashok returned the smile and thought to himself, this is how his Ma must feel like when she looks at him.

Reasons for smiling was hard to come by for Ashok these days. In such a short time he lost two very important people in his lives. Acharya Akramak.

And Acharya Chanakya.

He had also lost the trust of his younger brother who has been such a good friend ever since he came here. Ashok's smile faded. He felt a soft hand touch his shoulder. He turned to see Ahankara looking at him intently. Ashok forced a smile. Ahankara did the same. They said nothing and continued walking. Ashok knew that his pain was nothing compared to what Ahankara went through the past few months. Ashok felt like hitting himself. How could he be so blind to Sushim's cruelty? He is the same person that used to toy with little children for fun. He is the same person that tried to kill him. Not once. Not twice. But repeatedly ever since he came to Patliputra. Ashok tried to honor his mother's wishes of trying to get along with his brother. But he should have known better. His mother didn't know the truth. And there was a part of Ashok that suspected that Sushim also had a hand in killing Chanakya. As unreasonable as it was, Ashok couldn't shake that feeling.

Speak of the rakshas and he arrives. Ashok thought to himself as his elder brother sauntered into view.

Ashok and Sushim halted before each other. Both of them looking at the other with pure loathing.

"So the tuchprani is the babysitter now." Sushim sneered.

"What are you talking about Bhrata?" Ashok said feigning surprise. "I was always the babysitter. I have been babysitting your tantrums all this time, haven't I?"

Sushim scowled darkly. He muttered through clenched teeth. "Listen you tuchprani. Have all the fun you want. You won't be returning from Taxilla. And you," Sushim growled turning to Ahankara, "Just wait till I become Samrat. I will deal with you then."

Ashok instinctively tried to shield Ahankara. But Ahankara stepped forward her brows furrowed with anger.

"If you become Samrat that is." Ahankara said in a quiet tone. "You have no power anymore Sushim. You are lucky that your father loves you so much. So much that he is blind to all your misdeeds. Maybe someone should tell him everything about what you did around here in his absence. Maybe that will open his eyes."

Sushim's glare faltered for a moment. "You have no proof."

"Ashok and I are proof enough." Ahankara replied. "Rani Dharma will also attest for us."

Sushim looked around nervously to see if anyone overheard them. He glared at Ahankara and advanced towards her. Ashok stepped in between them. He handed Ahankara's brother to her and turned towards Sushim. The two brothers glared at one another menacingly. It looked as if a fight was about to break out between them once again.

"You know your father might walk by any moment." Ahankara taunted. Sushim shifted his eyes towards Ahankara. His hands were shaking with rage. After a moment he seemed to change his mind as he stormed past them without another word.

Ashok turned towards Ahankara mildly surprised. "What was that about?"

"If you are not going to tell your father everything about what Sushim did." Ahankara said, "Might as well make the most of what we know in other ways." Ahankara finished with a furtive smile.

Ashok chuckled. "Yeah. Why not?"

The two then walked towards Ahankara's room. Ashok glanced over his shoulder to see his elder brother stomping away and throwing vengeful glares at their back.

Over the months that passed by Sushim was chosen as the Prabhari Raja while Samrat Bindusar went to quell the rebellion in Ujjain taking Acharya Chanakya with him along with Subhao and Vasunandan who were sent by the Kriparcharya of the Rajkiya Vidhyale. With them gone Ashok was left by himself to protect everyone against Sushim's cruelty.

Sushim's oppressive ventures were very subtle and well hidden from the public. From land grabbing to quelling dissenting opinions Sushim and his Mahamatya Khalntak were very astute in hiding their activities from the Brahmin authorities, most of whom were in their pockets anyway.

Sushim tried to dispense the full brunt his cruelty towards Ashok as well once Ashok directly intervened in one of the games Sushim was playing on Ahankara. Sushim was hell bent on having him tortured in public. But thanks to Acharya Radhagupt, Grinath and Akhanand, they managed to stop at least one of the many proceedings in Sushim's kangaroo court.

However even with their aid Ashok wasn't able to prove to the Saabha of the sufferings that the praja were going through thanks to deft operations run by Sushim's Zamindars and well placed Brahmaans that vouched for Sushim. Ashok didn't want his mother to be caught in the middle of his fight against Sushim so he had to resort to adopting a vigilante identity to combat the regime of the Prabhari Raja. People readily flocked to his side in his fight against the Prabhari Raja. He had many resounding successes against Sushim's zamindars and even Senapati Akramak who was forced to hunt Ashok and his vigilantes.

However, Ashok knew his victories were temporary and could very well turn ephemeral as the faith of the populace in the Magadh authority was fading fast once again.

Archarya Radhagupt after a bit of difficulty had managed to contact his father who with all haste made for Patliputra, delegating the task of consolidating Magadh's control in Ujjain to the trustworthy hands of Acharya Chanakya.

With the news of Samrat's imminent return, all was going well. Everything seemed to be getting back to control and Rajkumar Sushim and his cohorts were set to be exposed for their misdeeds. However, Sushim got the last laugh. He managed to provoke Ashok into directly attacking him by threatening to kill Ahankara. Against the advice of Acharya Radhagupt, Ashok recklessly charged into the palace as Agradhoot and all hell broke loose.

Ashok remembered that night clearly. And he doubted whether he will ever forget about that night or the following days that passed by. That night his brother was almost killed. And it was unfortunate that the Samrat returned that very night only to oversee his arrest. The following day Mahamatya Khalnatak, Maharani Charumitra and the Brahmins under their control piled on the accusations on Ashok and managed to secure his death sentence despite his father's best efforts to avert the judgement till Acharya returned. Ashok couldn't understand what came over his father when he suddenly passed the death sentence.

Thankfully despite whatever had a hold of the Samrat, his conscience managed to prevail and at the last second he stopped the execution. And Acharya Chanakya's timely arrival acquitted him of all charges. And as a bonus for surviving that ordeal Ahankara's engagement to Sushim was dissolved.

Ashok looked towards Ahankara as she sat on the bed singing a lullaby to her brother. Ashok couldn't help but smile looking at them.

She is going to be great mother one day. Ashok thought to himself.

"Rajkumar Ashok." Ashok turned to see it was Ishwari. Ashok raised his eyebrow.

"Acharya is calling for you. Ashok tensed. Oh right. Radhagupt is the Acharya now.

"I am coming." Ashok said gruffly. Ishwari nodded and left.

"Ashok." Ahankara said as Ashok prepared to leave, "You are leaving for Taxilla tomorrow?"

"Yes." Ashok replied quietly as he tried to suppress the welling emotions. He turned to leave but Ahankara's voice stopped him.

"Take care of yourself." Ahankara said. Ashok stopped and turned to see Ahankara smiling at him. "I know you will succeed in liberating Taxilla."

"Dhanyavad." Ashok said as a smile nestled his mouth. Ahankara's encouraging words lifting the coil that was forming in his stomach again. Watching Ahankara's smiling face, Ashok couldn't stop himself from moving towards her. He could see Ahankara take a sharp intake of breath as he drew closer. Her smile faded a bit but her lips remained parted as a light blush spread across her face. Ashok's heart skipped a beat. Ashok remembered what Ahankara said to him in prison. Ashok knew well enough what Ahankara felt for him. Many including Ahankara assumed that he reciprocated those feelings. But he didn't exactly lie to her. However now that his Bhrata was no longer engaged to her circumstances have changed.

Even so Ashok felt a bit guilty for what he was about to ask of her. He has no doubt that she will do it even if she didn't want to. For his sake.

"Please keep an eye on my Ma." Ashok said quietly. "Before Acharya Chanakya died, he said that she still has enemies here in the palace. And they will no doubt try to harm her in my absence."

Ahankara looked into Ashok's eyes. Ashok already knew the answer before she said it.

"I will do it Ashok. Don't worry." Ahankara paused, drawing even closer to Ashok. "I have been hearing some awful rumors about Taxilla. Please be careful."

Ashok suppressed the urge to take her into his arms. To reassure her that he was going to be fine. Instead he briefly grasped her shoulder and then turned to leave. Ahanakara called him again. Ashok turned towards her. She looked ethereal with the warm light from the diya around her. Ashok couldn't help but marvel.

"Come back soon." Ahankara said smiling radiantly. Ashok felt his spirit soar with renewed confidence.

"I will be back before you know it." He replied with a grin.

On the other side of the palace...

Radhagupt was pacing in his room. Thoughts brewing like a storm his mind as he frantically formulated a strategy for Ashok. The Taxilla situation was very delicate. If the Mauryan army headed by the Rajkumar, who was also the Maha Yoddha, was defeated, then it will seriously damage the prestige of Magadh. It didn't matter how old Ashok was. To confound matters even more his Guptchar just informed him that Rakshas Acharya has escaped.

Radhagupt knew this was going to happen eventually. Chanakaya's death has weakened the network of guptchars. Radhagupt hoped to avoid that problem for now. Especially since the Taxilla crisis had reared its head. He had managed to curtail the fragmentation of his network. But he will have to address it more comprehensively at a later time.

Acharya Chanakya taught Radhagupt many things. The most important thing was winning when it mattered. And Radhagupt couldn't let Ashok lose at this crucial juncture.

"Acharya."

Radhagupt turned to see Ashok standing before him. His eyes focused. Looks like Ashok knew what Radhagupt wanted to discuss about. He looked towards Ishwari who stood

behind Ashok. He raised his eyebrow. Ishwari nodded to indicate that there were no spies around. Radhagupt dismissed her with a curt nod.

Radhagupt then turned and sat down on what used to be Acharya Chanakya's spot. He suppressed his unease. "Take a seat Ashok." Radhagupt said. Ashok sat down waiting for Radhagupt to speak.

"Don't go by the Samurdri Marg." Radhagupt said bluntly. Ashok raised his eyebrows.

"Why-?" Ashok protested. Radhagupt put his hand up. Ashok pursed his lips and waited with bated breath.

"It is too risky." Radhagupt continued. "I know you are trying to use the elements of stealth and surprise. But trust me. You are leading a large army. There is no stealth and surprise with the method you are pursuing. Samudra Bhraman are always complicated, unpredictable and dangerous. Depends a lot on the weather. And if you are attacked by Yunani mercenaries or even pirates, let's just say things can turn ugly. The Magadh Sena are not good at naval combat."

Ashok folded his arms as he absorbed his Acharya's words.

"No matter how much you try. You can't hide the fact that you are leading Magadh's army by sea. But nonetheless I had a feeling that our conversation with Samrat was overheard by someone. A guptchar of mine confirmed it a few hours ago. Your yojna is no longer a secret." Ashok was flabbergasted

"Whose spy was it?" Ashok managed to say after a while. Radhagupt heaved a sigh that indicated his frustration.

"I cannot say for sure. But rest assured that whoever it was, he was no well wisher of yours."

Radhagupt pulled the drawer on Chanakya's table. He brought out a parchment. "Worst case scenario," Radhagupt said spreading the parchment on the table. "They will inform Keechak and try to have you killed before you reach Taxilla."

Ashok saw that the parchment contained a map.

"Taxilla is very close to the Yunani region." Radhagupt said pointing Ashok towards the map. "There is a good chance that Keechak is backed by the Yunani."

Ashok quietly looked at the map. "Acharya are you saying that there is no way I cannot avoid getting attacked?"

"Yes." Radhagupt nodded. "We should not even try to fight the Yunani at sea. We can't beat them at naval warfare. Trust me when I say that.  Acharya Chanakya always told me about the Yunani superiority at sea. It was one of the reasons why your Pithamha Chandragupt signed that treaty with Selucus."

Ashok rubbed his forehead. "Acharya can I ask you something?"

"Yes?" Radhagupt replied.

"Do you think that the other Yunani were involved with Rajkumar Justin's conspiracy?

"Of course they were!" That is what Radhagupt wanted to say. But he couldn't. Radhagupt knew whom Ashok was referring to. He knew full well that if he tells Ashok everything, he will realize the truth about the Yunani. Not only regarding the true nature of Lakshagraha conspiracy. But Acharya Chanakya's murder as well. Radhagupt wasn't certain but he knew they played a role in his Acharya's death. But unlike him Ashok might give in to his emotions and go after them. And right now Ashok wasn't ready to take on the Rajmata. Not when she was held in such high esteem by the Samrat and the Praja.

"Possibly." Radhagupt said carefully. He decided to divert the topic. "But right now. You should focus on Keechak and Taxilla." Ashok stared at Radhagupt. Radhagupt could tell Ashok wasn't content with his answer.

"Tell me Acharya. How do I deal with Keechak?" Ashok said hesitantly after a moment.

"As you have already realized, one way or another whether it be on land or sea, you will be attacked. However your chances are better on land." Radhagupt spoke making sure Ashok grasped his every word. "Keechak at the moment is very powerful. And with Samrat Bindusar not being able to go there, he has all the more reason to feel confident. Acharya Chanakya told me about Samrat Bindusar's fight with Keechak. It was a very close battle. Keechak had nearly killed Samrat. But in the end luck favored us. And the crisis was dealt with."

Ashok didn't say anything but stared at the map. Radhagupt continued.

"The Taxilla crisis is bigger than just some sadistic tyrant terrorizing the Praja. If we don't beat him, the Akhandata of Bharat will come under threat."

Ashok's eyes widened.

"Other rebel movements will be inspired by Keechak's victory. They might even ally with him." Radhagupt continued. "There is a reason Samrat Bindusar is sending Magadh's army there to deal with him. Taxilla is the gateway to Magadh."

Radhagupt took a quill and a new parchment. He started writing something.

"From what I remember about what Acharya told me, Keechak is not just a warrior like Dastaan was."

Ashok clenched his fist. He remembered the fights he had with Dastaan, the powerful Khurasani Sardar. He was nearly killed in every one of those fights. Ashok's palms felt cold with sweat. Yes Ashok killed him. But he was fueled by blind range thinking that Dastaan was the one that murdered Chanakya. Ashok knew very well if he met Dastaan right now he can't repeat that feat.

"He is strong and cunning as a warrior. He is ruthless. He is sadistic. And he is a shrewd individual well versed with Kutniti and Raniti." Radhagupt said as he finished writing. "He is what Sushim could be if your elder brother ever manages to becomes Samrat." Radhagupt looked squarely at Ashok as he folded the parchment.

"Ashok." Radhagupt said. "You are incredibly strong for your age. However there are warriors out there who are stronger and more skilled than you. Not to mention more experienced in combat and leading battles. Like your pitaji Samrat Bindusar. And," Radhagupt put the parchment back in the drawer. "Keechak."Radhagupt stood up.

"Ideally. Akramak was the one who should have been sent to Taxilla." Ashok felt the dull pain in his heart again. Radhagupt clenched his fist. "But now we have to make the best of what we have."

Radhagupt turned towards Ashok. "I have drawn out a plan for you. If everything goes well enough we will have Keechak in chains by the time you are done."

Ashok stood up. It has been a while since he felt like this. He felt the assuring calmness of Chanakya in Radhagupt's words.

"What do you want me to do Acharya?" Ashok asked. Radhagupt folded his hands behind him.

"Before you leave tomorrow," Radhagupt said quietly. "Spar with Samrat Bindusar after he does the Surya Namaskar." Ashok was taken aback. "And tell him not to hold back. Make sure he doesn't hold back." Radhagupt said very seriously.

Ashok looked at Radhagupt incredulously. Why does he want me to fight my father at his full strength just before I leave?

"I will tell you after you spar with him." Radhagupt said before Ashok could voice his thoughts.

"Go now. Get some sleep. You have a long day tomorrow."

Ashok knelt down and touched Radhagupt's feet and pressed his hands together in respect. "Yes Acharya."

"Kalyanam astu."

Radhagupt said patting Ashok's head. Ashok stood up and walked out.

Radhagupt moved towards the window. The moon was shining brightly tonight after a long while. He stared into the quiet city. The soft breeze was calming. Radhagupt looked out to forest that lead to the mountains. It was a peaceful scenery. Taxilla must be quiet too right now. Except for the screams of those who are being tortured by Keechak. Radhagupt gripped the window rail looking out to the night sky.

"I will not let Ashok lose no matter what. Kadap hi nahi."

To be continued...

A/N: My old readers please be patient, I will re-upload all the chapters soon. Along with the new Chapter.

To my new readers, please enjoy yourselves and leave your feedback. Not only it gives me motivation to write faster (😆) but also keeps this thread visible to those CAS fans who want a good story. 😊

Chapter 3: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/144889029

Congratulations😊 for new thread, nice sigs⭐️, missing our show badly especially after seeing these sigs.

I don't remember if I had read this before or even if I did I don't remember the story. Will read it again. Bookmarking. Congratulations though. 😉

Originally posted by: swathi90

Congratulations😊 for new thread, nice sigs⭐️, missing our show badly especially after seeing these sigs.

busy with my paper, just got little time today, update new parts soon😊

Originally posted by: MuguetDScorpion

I don't remember if I had read this before or even if I did I don't remember the story. Will read it again. Bookmarking. Congratulations though. 😉

Chapter 2: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/144843131

An OS written for all the mistreated characters in the show and what could have been.

The story is set directly after Chanakya's death. I will be regularly retconning previous episodes of the show through flashbacks for the sake of plot and coherence in the story and consistency of the characters. Please don't crucify me for that. 😆

A/N: Dedicated to Niki, Ramsha, Gargi, Mac, Khushi, Nonie, Shailusri, Vidhya, Sri, Mishi, Niks, Shayamala Ji, Swathi, Spring, Kryztal and Shelly.

Also Rohini, Medha, Krystal and Kaana.

Old loyal CAS viewers who loved Chanakya niti just as much as me.

And finally my bros BB and Shyam who love Dharma and PS more than me.

Chapter 3: The Art of Fighting

It was dawn at the city of Patliputra, the capital of Magadh, whose grandeur shone as brilliantly as the rising sun that was gracing the scenery. Anyone who saw the city from afar could not help but marvel at the magnificence of it. The palace at the hilltop was a symbol of grandeur of the Mauryan Dynasty.

Ashok walked out of his room after he finished packing his stuff. He breathed in the fresh morning air and began walking towards the courtyard.

As Ashok walked through the corridors various thoughts clouded his mind. Mostly around the unwise and irresponsible choices he made over the last few months.

The decision to become the leader of the rebels as Agradhut for the sake of his Praja.

The decision to sacrifice his life for the sake of Ahankara.

Both choices reflected the fact that he still had so much to learn. Truth and justice are not achieved through rash decisions. Sushim had outsmarted him in the end and almost drove a wedge between him and his father. What's more he had caused his mother a lot of pain anyway and almost ruined Ahankara's life forever. Acharya Chanakya had saved them all once again but he was no longer around.

Ashok's heart throbbed painfully at the thought. He pondered over what Archarya Radhagupt said last night. Ashok had made a mental note to heed Acharya Radhagupt's words better this time. He needed to reign in his recklessness.

Everyone close to him was asking him to be careful. Especially his parents. And Ahankara.

Ashok didn't really understand what he felt towards her. Her beauty had always captivated him. And he meant what he said to her, that he respected and admired her immensely. When she told him that she was in love with him, it wasn't much of a surprise. He knew that the Ujjaini Princess harbored strong feelings for him.

However even now Ashok couldn't understand how to respond to her feelings. He remembered Acharya Chanakya's words.

Do you realize that the life that you are going to give Ahankara is worse than death itself? Your greatness is not in heedlessly sacrificing your life only for Ahankara to either live as a slave of Sushim to torture or be exiled from Patliputra as a disgraced traitor to the state. Your greatness would be in liberating Ahankara with the honor she truly deserves by speaking the truth and upholding the justice of Magadh.

Ashok and his Acharya Chanakya did manage to free her from Sushim. But the people of Magadh still regarded her as Putri of a Rajdrohi. That is something that is unlikely to change. If his Bhrata was a good man as he claimed to be and honored her as he was supposed to, this dilemma would not have arisen. All that said, Ashok knew what the solution was. But given the disgusting accusations his brother had thrown at him and Ahankara, and given the delicate situation of Taxilla, now was not the time. And he wasn't really sure about how felt towards her. A girl as pure as Ahankara deserved to live a happy life. To be with someone who can truly honor and cherish her. But that was the problem. Ashok knew exactly what she wanted. Who she wanted be with. Her words still echoed in his mind and it made his heart skip a beat.

"I will keep waiting for you Ashok. And you cannot stop me from doing that."

Ashok smiled and shook his head. He will deal with this when he returns. He needed to focus on the task at hand.

Overlooking the rising the sun on the majestic courtyard of the palace of Patliputra stood its Samrat, Bindusar Maurya. Behind him were a couple of attendants and a number of well armed retinue of guards. Now was probably the worst time for anyone to attack Patliputra or its Samrat.

Bindusar was doing his usual morning rituals, praying for the well being of his Kingdom, his praja, his family and particularly his son, Ashok.

Ashok was set to depart from Patliputra. For what would be the young Prince's grandest expedition in his life.

Bindusar was reluctant to let Ashok go. He knew how dangerous Keechak was. However, his family and his praja needed him here right now. Especially after what happened the last time he left. He has been hearing rumors about land grabbing. However Maha Amatya Khalnatak had dismissed them as nonsense allegations. And since Acharya Chanakya didn't press the issue any further, and there was no real proof he didn't think too much about it. Bindusar, however completely forgot about it because of the emotional upheaval he went through of almost executing his son.

Now as the warm rays of the sun touched his face he realized what a grave error he made for rushing into that judgment of ordering the execution of Ashok. He could not understand what possessed him to do it. Did he love his eldest son Sushim that blindly? Or was there something else?

He loved Ashok very much. And he loved Ashok's mother, Dharma very much.

But when he returned from Ujjain he didn't expect to see the things that he did. The extent hatred between his two eldest sons. And his wives. Dharma had been behaving strangely flitting in and out of bouts of rage. He later found out through Acharya Chanakya that someone had done voodoo on Dharma. Acharya Chanakya...

Thinking about the last few weeks made Bindusar's blood boil.

His own foolish actions that almost destroyed his family.

Noor's betrayal.

Acharya Chanakya's death.

And now Keechak.

Trouble seems to be plaguing Bindusar's life one way or another. He once heard some monk say in one of his distant campaigns in Tosali, the life of a king is a cursed one.

These days he tended to agree. People would think that he was blind to the greed of Charumitra and Noor for making their respective sons his successor. He wasn't.

In the long walks with Subrasi all the years that have passed by, he sought solace from the constant bickering and pandering of the Raniya over his successor.

He was always surrounded by people. Influential people that fought one another for his attention. But in truth Bindusar always felt a loneliness he never could get rid of ever since his mother's death. Atleast until he met Dharma. Whom he thought life had cruelly seized away from him.

The past few months were tumultuous to say the least. But amidst it all there were moments of incomparable joy. Bindusar was reunited with Dharma.

And not only that, he found out that he had another son. And this son was none other than the most gifted youth that he had ever seen. Ashok.

The moments he spent with Ashok and Dharma were absolutely blissful amidst all the pandering, bickering and sycophancy.

These two people loved Bindusar unconditionally. And he loved them just as much.

Bindusar smiled remembering the tender nights he has been spending with Dharma trying to make up for lost time. Trying to make up for the promise he almost broke. And now trying to make up for the gravest mistake he almost made.

His smile faded. He felt his temper rising again. He decided to head to the sparring arena to vent some frustration.

In the sparring arena.

The palace guards stood on alert as the Samrat went through the usual exercises. It was early in the morning and the arena was empty. Bindusar diligently went through the steps that he learned from his Acharya when he was young. The Magadh Samrat had to be strong. That is what he was always taught.

Bindusar walked over to where the practice swords were kept. And what he saw instantly calmed him down. It was Ashok walking towards him. Bindusar smiled as Ashok halted before him and touched his feet. "My putra. You are up early."

Ashok returned the smile. "Just thought I would spend some time with you before I leave for Taxilla."

Bindusar smile widened. "Of course. So what do you want to do?"

"I would like to spar with you Pitaji." Ashok said grabbing a training sword. Bindusar furrowed his eyebrows as his smile faded.

"Why?" Bindusar asked genuinely confused at this odd request.

"Just because." Ashok said with an ear to ear grin. Bindusar chuckled. What goes on in this boy's head. He thought to himself as he grabbed a sword.

Bindusar and Ashok stood opposite to each other in the sparring arena which was still empty, except for Radhagupt who observed the proceedings from a carefully hidden distance .

Ashok charged at Bindusar fully committing himself. He fainted a thrust before side stepping and leaping into the air. Ashok swung his sword high above his head, prepared to strike with all his might.

Bindusar smiled. Ashok's speed and athleticism always marveled him. It reminded him of his own father. Bindusar casually blocked Ashok's strike and pushed him back. Ashok didn't let up. He charged at an even faster pace.

Bindusar's eyes widened as he realized Ashok was fighting very aggressively. This wasn't just a friendly bout. What prompted this?

Bindusar concentrated as he defended more carefully. Ashok's swings and strikes were flashy and powerful. But it did not cause too much trouble for someone like Bindusar at least.

Ashok stopped attacking. "Pitaji. I am not holding back. You should not hold back either."

Bindusar remembered the last time he and Ashok sparred. It was more lighthearted. Bindusar was showing faux anger trying to draw out Ashok's strength. When Ashok knocked him down he playfully let Ashok think he succeeded. He wanted to boost the boy's confidence.

But this was different. It seemed almost as if Ashok was goading Bindusar to attack for the kill.

Bindusar now realized the reason for his son's odd request. It almost felt like Acharya Chanakya was behind this.

Alright putra, have it your way.

Ashok leaped high above Bindusar attempting another flashy overhead strike, this time from the Samrat's weaker side. Or so he thought. Ashok saw the flash of the blade and in the next instant he found himself flat on his back.

Radhagupt saw Bindusar swatting away Ashok's strike with ease. The force of Bindusar's block threw Ashok on the ground. Ashok quickly got back up and charged at Bindusar again.

Ashok's strength and reflexes were frighteningly impressive for his age. Even the soldiers of the Magadh Sena had trouble dealing with Ashok. However, Bindusar was not just a soldier. He was the Samrat of Magadh. He was a warrior.

While the first successor of the Mauryan dynasty was not as gifted as the founder, he was a warrior in his own right, as was his elder brother, Rajkumar Justin. Both brothers were equally matched in terms of skill. Justin arguably shaded it. However what made Bindusar the superior warrior of the brothers was not skill. But power.

It wasn't raw power you would often see in brutes often employed by Kingdoms as bodyguards, executioners or shock infantry. It was power that was well honed.

Polished. Cultured.

And matched with the skills taught and nurtured by Chandragupt himself, it was outright frightening.

What Bindusar lacked was ingenuity and intuitiveness, traits of Chandragupt that were growing in the young Ashok.

As good as Ashok was however, he still lacked technique. To a casual observer it may not be apparent, as Ashok's freakish athleticism and his guile compensated for it.

Radhagupt was no warrior. But he had observed fighters, and participated in various skirmishes while on exile with Acharya Chanakya. He had to fend for himself in some instances. He knew how warriors fought. And while Ashok was learning fast, he still had a bit to progress before he could take on the strongest there was.

Samrat Bindusar was barely moving as he blocked Ashok's powerful swings. Ashok stopped attacking. He looked to Bindusar astounded at the true strength of the Samrat. He started realizing why Acharya Radhagupt wanted Ashok to fight a Bindusar at full strength. Ashok did not feel disappointed. Or fear. Or anger. Like the times when he fought Sushim or Daastan.

All he was feeling right now was the adrenaline coursing in his body. And pride. Proud that he was the son of such a magnificent warrior.

"What is the matter putra?" Bindusar asked lightheartedly. "Tired already?"

"Not even close." Ashok replied.

"Alright then. Attack." Bindusar urged tightening the grip on his sword.

Radhagupt from afar watched Ashok do just that. This time Bindusar, instead of standing on the defensive charged forward as Ashok swung his sword in a high arc. And in a flash he saw Bindusar halting Ashok's swing by grabbing Ashok's arm and in the next instant he thrust his blade through Ashok's neck.

Radhagupt stood shell shocked for a moment. He sprinted forward not believing his eyes. His shock and dread abated as he realized that the Samrat had only thrust his blade past Ashok's neck. It was pretty close though. Radhagupt heaved a sigh. He should have known better.

Ashok stood frozen as he eyed the blade at the side of his neck. Breathing heavily as sweat trailed down his face. If the timing was just a little off Ashok would be giving his greetings to his late Acharya right now.

"Forgive me, if I frightened you putra." Bindusar said worriedly drawing his sword back. "Sorry I got carried away."

Ashok was staring at his feet.His mind filled with the images of the sequence that went in the last few moments. His father stopped his attack so easily. Not only that but if it wasn't his father, if it was Keechak instead, he would be dead now.

"Ashok." Bindusar said placing his arm on his son's shoulder. "I didn't mean to break your confidence my son. It is just that that you should know what you are dealing with before you leave for Taxilla."

Ashok looked up at him. His eyes made Bindusar's heart fill with emotion. As a father he really wanted to stop Ashok from going to Taxilla. But as the Samrat of Magadh he had no option.

Deep down Bindusar was hoping his son did not have to fight Keechak. He was hoping the Magadh sena would be adequate enough to protect him. But experience told him otherwise. He knew that if Ashok went to Taxilla, fighting Keechak would be inevitable. If it was inevitable he was going to teach his son an important lesson about fighting that inevitable battle.

"Putra." Bindusar said, "You have been training in the Rajkiya Vidyale for a while now. You have learned a lot in a very short time. However your training is far from complete. I am letting you go to Taxilla. But promise me this." Bindusar said leading Ashok towards the steps at the edge of the sparring arena.

Ashok knew what his father was going to say. He knew it. But he wasn't sure how he will keep that promise.

"If worst comes to worst, no matter what happens you will avoid fighting Keechak directly."

"But how will I liberate Taxilla then father?" Ashok asked, "How will I defeat Keechak if I don't

fight him?"

"I didn't say that avoid fighting him." Bindusar sat down on the steps and made Ashok sit next to him.

"Use other ways. Use your soldiers in the best way that you see fit. Overwhelm him with numbers." Bindusar said taking a towel from the attendant. "Use the archery skills that you have been taught. Fight him from a distance. Swords are not the only shastra in warfare. There is more than one way to fight. Do not just rely on your physical tools alone. You are also blessed with a brilliant mind my son. Just think and let the teachings of your Acharya guide you."

Ashok nodded as he understood what his father was trying to convey. Yes in his current state, he may not be strong enough to match Keechak. But he still had the means to defeat

Keechak. He just needed to figure out how to use them.

"I understand Pitaji." Ashok said. "Thank you."

Bindusar smiled and hugged his son briefly.

"I know you will succeed." Bindusar said. "Just be careful. You have a lot of expectations to

live up to. The happiness of many people depend on you being alive."

Ashok nodded as his father kissed his forehead.

Radhagupt observed the scene before him. If Acharya Chanakya was around, he would be smiling just like him.This is what you worked so hard for Acharya. I won't let your efforts go in vain.

Radhagupt saw Ashok and Bindusar head back to the palace with the attendants and the guards trailing them.

Radhagupt decided to head towards another direction, towards the southern side of the palace where a certain princess resided. He had sent the letter he wrote last night to Ujjain with his most able messenger.

Now that Ashok understood how to fight Keechak, it was time for Radhagupt to secure the means for Ashok to fight Keechak.

And he was going to secure every ally he could get possibly get for Ashok. By any means necessary. It was the Neeti he was ingrained with while Chanakya raised him. It was the Neeti that he will live by as he worked everyday, bit by bit, to make the dream of his Acharya come true.

To be continued...

A/N: My old readers please be patient, I will re-upload all the chapters soon. Along with the new Chapter.

To my new readers, please enjoy yourselves and leave your feedback. Not only it gives me motivation to write faster (😆) but also keeps this thread visible to those CAS fans who want a good story. 😊

@Babur , how are you ?? God rulaoge kya .. Your FF reminded me of the golden days of CAS , all that CAS could've been , the lost potential of the story base and awesome cast. Your fanfiction is every thing that we wanted to see in CAS. Wo sapna adhura rahe gaya..Anyways. thank you so much for deciding to continue with the writing. Your skills are too damn good and I feel you should take up writing seriously , more like a profession rather than only passion . You seriously should.

Originally posted by: Carmilla

@Babur , how are you ?? God rulaoge kya .. Your FF reminded me of the golden days of CAS , all that CAS could've been , the lost potential of the story base and awesome cast. Your fanfiction is every thing that we wanted to see in CAS. Wo sapna adhura rahe gaya..Anyways. thank you so much for deciding to continue with the writing. Your skills are too damn good and I feel you should take up writing seriously , more like a profession rather than only passion . You seriously should.

Coming to the story , I'm reading it right now and the whole Ashok-Bindusar scene is making me emotional.

Can you convert your writing in a pdf format and give me link of it ?? Want to save it for personal collection.

PLease let me know when you update.

And how's every thing going on in personal front ?

Nice update babur👏, reminding me golden days of cas, I went through again, it's been long anyway, it will make me connect to story once again😊, RG s full on charging mode, now he's really looking like a Acharya chanakya disciple, even bindusar s smart unlike our cas bindhu😆.