Empire of India: Rise of the Ruthless Prince

It was well coordinated and the rebels were well-equipped to fight the Sultanate as well.

Kashyap\'s group wasn\'t the only one.

Another rebel group operating near the border between the Marathas and Sultanate was also being funded by the Empire under the guise of a merchant from Maratha.

They were led by someone named Omkar.

His sole goal was to kill the Sultan.

His family died due to the horrible tax regime. He tried his best to earn enough to pay the tax along with the Jizya but they couldn\'t pay for a month.

The officers came to his house while he was out earning and killed his family for resisting arrest. This was far from the truth. The officers tried to assault his mother. His sickly father and little brother tried to defend her.

He came back to witness a horrifying scene of his loved one\'s corpses lying in his small house.

He screamed till no tears came out, till his voice didn\'t come out. His nails came out, scratching the walls.

That night, those two officers were brutally dismembered into hundred pieces and Omkar had vanished.

He swore to take revenge for this horrible rule of the Sultan.

Omkar got a chance to do as he joined a rebel group and worked his way up to the top. Even at the top, he was far from his goal.

This was when a chance landed right on his lap in the form of a merchant from the Marathas, who agreed to sponsor the rebel group and supply weapons. He didn\'t hesitate and took the deal.

His rebel group had taken over some areas. The main focus was killing the soldiers in the garrisons. They excelled at guerrilla warfare. They sabotaged the supplies of the garrison and the moving troops.

The soldiers were dying left and right to the ambushes set by Omkar\'s group.

His main goal was still intact, which was to kill the Sultan. He wanted to rush to the capital and take out the Sultan at this very moment but he controlled himself, knowing the risk of such a hasty decision.

They were currently finishing up their work in a garrison near Daman. The Daman was relatively untouched, as they knew that the Portuguese weren\'t like the Qutbs. They were much more powerful and knew how to handle these situations.

Even then, many of the members of the rebel group consisted of men who were wronged by them and wanted to take their revenge.

He had to take a decision whether to help them attack the Portuguese or kill the Sultan. He was at the crossroads that would pave his life.

His right hand and the man who had been through thick and thin with him, Vipin.

"What is your decision, Leader?" he asked in a sad voice.

He knew Omkar\'s decision already but Vipin wanted his revenge as well. They were both selfish for themselves. This was the reality of life.

"All I ask is to lend me some troops for killing the sultan. You guys can leave to Daman and take your revenge." Omkar responded with a pitiful look.

"But Leade–"

Everyone looked at him.

"Don\'t you guys want your revenge too?" He began. "We are all selfish. We joined the group for our selfish goal of Revenge. I cannot let you guys listen to my selfish requests only."

A masked man walked in with a clear smirk creeping through his mask.

"Have you guys decided yet?" He began while dusting his clothes off. "I don\'t have time for this."

"We are almost done," Omkar said.

The masked man\'s help was essential for them. He taught them a lot during their time together to maneuver through the garrison troops and limit their casualties. It was certain that the man had an extensive military background.

"What is there to decide? Are you guys afraid to take on the Portuguese without him?" He asked Vipin and his group.

He then turned to Omkar.

"And are you afraid to infiltrate into the castle without the help of your whole group?"

He continued his rant.

"Back in my days, the leader threw me off a cliff and told me to survive. Kids these days. Too soft! I say."

Everyone went stone-faced. They all had a single thought in their minds.

\'What sort of monster is your leader.\'

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"

They pitied the masked man with their hearts and exchanged glances.

"I know it\'s tough. You can cry! Man, we are here for you!" Vipin said, rubbing his eyes.

One guy even put his hand on his shoulder.

"Don\'t worry. Everything will be okay."

"Enough jokes." Omkar said, clutching his stomach not to burst laughing at the scene.

He turned to the masked man with a serious expression.

"Are you saying we can do it even if we split?"

"Of course. At least the infiltration will be done since I will be accompanying you."

Vipin shook his head.

"What about the Daman region?"

"If you are lucky and the Marathas march into Daman, you support them."

Vipin looked at his group and nodded, then turned back to the masked man.

"Are you sure the Marathas will be coming?"

The man shrugged.

"I can\'t say for certain. If they have the momentum. They will surely follow through."

"I see." Vipin nodded, thinking of a way.

"Contact the Marathas before you go to Daman. It is better to be sure than to march to your death."

"Will they ally with us?"

"The ones desperate are not you but the Marathas. They would want to capitalize on their momentum."

"I see."

Vipin and Omkar shook hands, agreeing to split the group. The bulk of the group was headed to Daman under the leadership of Vipin, while a small number were used to infiltrate the Palace of the Sultanate.

The masked man looked amused by the scene.

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