Akdha FF- A tale of ice and fire Chap 10: Part I 03/22/2020 - Page 9

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Originally posted by: divyaJA

Hey....

Today only got to know abt this story...

Read all the chptrs in one go...

Awesome story

Really looking forward to read more

PM me when you update next part.

Hey thanks..glad you liked..and sure! May be next week, will let you know..

Wow what an amazing update. Liked to see a sensible bakshi bano. Poor sujamal. Pls update next part soon. Thanks for a wonderful update.

Thanks for the update dear:)

Amazing one🤗

Good that sujamal realised his mistakes.

Shariff ud din should definitely get from jalal more than adham.

Don’t know now what’s going to happen with jidha n amer

Hope they should grt saved by someone.

can't wait for next part , plz continue soon !

Hey hi dear......

I read ur ff its was realy awesome .

Nxt time plz do pm me also

update the next part .

Still no update

Please Continue soon 🤗

Awesome update dear😃

Loved it very much. Now Akdha's wedding is not far.

Sorry for the late reply

Part IIC:… but fear his wit more!….(continued)

The enemy numbers were gearing up. Sujamal and Vikram Singh were the only two left. Facing back to back, blood laced, sweaty, tiring they kept swinging their swords killing whoever came in their reach.

Suddenly an arrow came straight, and pierced Sujamal’s collar blade, he yelped but pulled off the arrow right across the shoulder in one pull. At the same time another one was shot at his thigh that made him kneel on one knee.

The enemy took the opportunity and surrounded the two of them from all sides. Sujamal assessed the situation and knew that time had come - what a better way to bid adieu than to die fighting for your motherland.

He geared up his strength for the final blow. He couldn’t let the enemy step a foot in Amer, while he is alive. But before he could make a move, someone seemed to be making way from amongst the enemy soldiers, right towards him.

Sujamal signaled Vikram Singh to stay unmoved, and waited for the person to come at front.

The enemy queue was sidelined and emerged Sharif’ud’din…

Sharif’ud’din (with an evil smirk): Can’t believe my luck. Look who fell prey, the “crown prince of Amer- Sujamal”..(he gave a pause, and thought of a venomous twist in his plan)..I heard what they did to you, snatched your chance to ascend the throne, must be devastating, isnt it?

Sujamal fumed in anger but stayed quiet, he knew it had to be this serpent only who would go for such a treacherous plot to attack Amer at the dark of night.

Sharif’ud’din: Believe me dear prince, my soldiers didn’t know it was you, or else I wouldn’t have let them attack you. I have come as a blessing in disguise for you- I offer you my help, help me get pass the gates of fort, and I promise you the throne.

Vikram Singh (yelled): Shut up.. you bag of dirt.. how dare you talk to our prince that way..

Sujamal’s blood boiled. The lecher was trying to woo him to turn a traitor against his own place and people. If he could just come near enough, he would strike this demon’s head off once and for all.

At Sharif’ud’din’s signal, one soldier grabbed Vikram Singh from his back, and placed a knife at his throat.

Sharif’ud’din (smirking evily): I’m still awaiting your response, dear prince. I’m sure you would need all the help you can, to get back to your people, who betrayed you.

Sujamal (looked into the demon’s face with an unwavering gaze): What is there for you, if the throne is for me?

Sharif’ud’din (gasped): All I seek is the friendship of the new king of Amer

(yelling in his mind and trying hard to let the words erupt off his mouth, he whispered to himself-”the fall of Amer, and its pride- the celestial maiden, Harka Bai”).

Sujamal stayed unmoved, Vikram Singh wriggled as a captive and yelled,

Vikram Singh: Do not listen to him my prince. He is a snake. You’re way far better than this “scumbag”can even imagine..

Sharif’ud’din gave a fist-blow to Vikram Singh: Shut your mouth! Before I ask my men to slice your tongue off..

Blood dripped off Vikram Singh’s lip, and yet Sujamal stayed quiet watching everything patiently. Vikram Singh looked at Sujamal in horror, this couldn’t be happening.

Sujamal (expressionless): I agree..

Sharif’ud’din laughed like a maniac, the odds were in his favour. With Sujamal’s help, getting past the massive gates of Amer was a piece of cake. The sudden attack would leave the grief-stricken Amer’ians in panic and the fact that their own prince betrayed them would kill the remnant of their will to put up a fight. This foolish prince doesn’t even know what a stain he would bring to the pride and honor of Kacchwahas, a blow that hard would take years to get over with. This is the beginning of the end of “the mighty ferocious Rajputana”..

Sharif’ud’din (elated): I knew you would seek justice for the wrong done to you..Come here my friend, let us seal this pact of friendship with a hug..

Sujamal moved ahead..Vikram Singh yelled “No my prince, please”..But Sujamal kept moving ahead..

Just in time, Sharif’ud'din waved his hand to give a halt to Sujamal’s appproaching foot steps.

Sharif’ud’din (cautious): Your sword, my dear friend, what is the need to carry it. We aren’t enemies anymore..I find it hard to believe a Rajput, with a sword in hand.

Sujamal gave a meek smile, touched the blade of his sword with his forehead, and struck it in the ground, right next to Vikram Singh, and stepped ahead towards Sharif’ud’din.

Sharif’ud’din (yelled): Get ready for the attack.

Meanwhile, Sujamal had covered the proximity and standing afront Sharif’ud’din he gave a final last look to Vikram Singh.

Sharif’ud’din opened his arm and in a flash of moment, Sujamal grabbed it, twisted it hard, and encircled Sharif’s throat in the grip of his right biceps. The enemy soldiers panicked and ran towards Sujamal to free Sharif, but the tactful Sujamal kept rolling with Sharif on ground, not letting anyone attack him, without endangering Sharif’s life. Sharif’ud’din wriggled like a trapped fly with air cut off..He tried hard to loosen Sujamal’s grip around his neck, but the man wouldn’t let go..

Sujamal (tightening his grip, with all the might he had): Leave NOW, Vikram Singh..

Screening the situation, Vikram Singh realized what Sujamal meant, it is the last opportunity, bestowed upon him by Sujamal. The army of Amer had to be informed about the sudden attack. But leaving Sujamal alone here- Noway, he can not let his prince die, while he backs off.

Sujamal (yelled again): For the sake of Amer…. Leave now..Jai Bhavani!!

The call for duty took over and broke off the haze clouding Vikram Singh’s judgement, he hurled to grip the sword left by Sujamal, next to him, sliced the men around him and made his way in the deep forest.

Sujamal (rolled again, tapping Sharif’ud’din down): You shouldn’t even believe an unarmed Rajput. I’ll suck the life outa you,,, you scumbag, before you even dream to set a foot on the pious land, I was born on.

Sharif’ud’din was losing consciousness, he kept flinging his arm in air to loosen Sujamal, but all in vain.

Sharif’ud’din’s men kept hurling along the two rolling men, not finding the courage to use their sword, which might slice past Sharif’ud’din as well..They threw themselves on the two men, trying to seperate them off. Sharif’ud’din gave a final attempt and stood up and the very moment his commander gave a fatal blow to Sujamal’s head with the blunt end of his spear. Blood oozed off Sujamal’s head, but he kept his hold..Consistent blows, couple of stabs, losing blood at a rapid pace- Sujamal knew he would be unconscious soon. Sharif’ud’din by this time had already stopped wriggling in his grip, like a limp..

Sujamal’s steps had started faltering, his grip still strong, Sharif’s commander lost his cool seeing Sharif’ud’din motionless and stabbed Sujamal with his dagger, from the back, for the last time.

Darkness spread over Sujamal’s gaze, he dropped to the ground taking the lame body of Sharif’ud’din with him, the two of them sprawled on the ground motionless, and Sharif’ud’din’s commander ran to him to see if his pulse was still beating.

The events had turned, the two men were alive, but grossly unconscious.

Sujamal was brutally injured, unconscious..Sharif’ud’din was sucked out of breath, unconscious..Vikram Singh had left to alert Amer…

Sharifu’ud’din commander held his head in panic-the army stood ready to attack Amer but how to move without the command of Sharif’ud’din.

And at the time events appeared worse enough, the messenger arrived with the message (the worst of all) the Shehan’shah’e’hind Jalal’ud’din Mohd was already on his way back to Nagaur after crushing the rebel at Malwa, and given the pace with which he moves, he would be at the outskirts of Amer by dawn.

The commander shivered in absolute fear, he couldn’t retreat,,, couldn’t attack,,, Rajputs would get ready in time and Jalal was coming...

All Sharif and his men had were the dark hours of night, if they couldn’t crush Amer by tomorrow, Jalal would crush them for defying his order…Sharif’s unconsciousness had to be broken, and Sujamal had to be kept alive (for leverage, if they could reep any).