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Note: below are some sample works to highlight my creations
1. Battle scene of musketeers:
As the Mughals rushed in, Aditya quickly assessed the situation and gave the command for the royal guards to fall in.
Behind them, the musketeers stood ready, muskets loaded, awaiting the signal to unleash their deadly volley fire.
Aditya turned to the musketeers, "Musketeers, Hold your fire! Wait for my signal!"
The tension was palpable as the Mughal infantry charged closer. Aditya called for a customized musket and bandolier(ammo belt supporting other items and ammo).
He reached into his bandolier and retrieved the fast loading tube, containing the exact amount of gunpowder and a lead ball needed for a single shot. Holding the musket upright, he opened the tube and poured the gunpowder into the barrel, the fine grains quickly settled at the bottom, near the touch hole.
Next, he dropped the lead ball into the barrel, its weight making a satisfying clink as it joined the gunpowder.
Aditya then took out the ramrod, rammed the bullet and gunpowder down to ensure they were tightly packed. He removed a small amount of fine gunpowder from a separate container and primed the pan (firing mechanism) as the final step before pulling the trigger.
Raising the musket to his shoulder, he took aim at an advancing Mughal soldier among the horde, who were roughly 150 meters before reaching the front line. The soldier's shield was lowered slightly, exposing his face.
Aditya's eyes narrowed as he focused on his target, his finger poised on the trigger.
'BANG!'
He pulled it, and the slow match ignited the gunpowder in the priming pan with a sharp hiss. A split second later, the main charge in the barrel exploded, propelling the lead ball forward with lethal force.
The bullet flew straight, striking the Mughal soldier squarely in the eye. The impact was devastating as it shattered the eye socket and penetrated deep into the brain. Blood and brain matter splattered as the soldier crumpled to the ground lifeless without even making a sound.
As the first shot rang out, the signal was given. The coordinated volley of musketeers began from the orderly lined up muskets, each man utilizing the customised technique to reload quickly to at least 4-5 times in a minute.
The rotating line formations allowed for a continuous barrage of fire. As one row fired, they would step back to reload, while the next row stepped forward to take their place in a synchronous momentum.
The battlefield erupted in the loud thunders of musket fire. The Mughal infantry, initially caught off guard, tried to raise their shields, but the relentless rain of bullets was overwhelming.
Soldiers fell left and right, some struck in the chest, others in the throat, each shot finding its mark as the cluster of bullets tore through the incoming horde.
The chaos was palpable. Mughals screamed in pain and terror as their comrades fell beside them. The line formation of Aditya's soldiers maintained a disciplined rhythm, each volley fast and devastating.
Amidst the smoke and carnage, Aditya reloaded his arquebus with practiced speed, readying himself for another shot. The customissation of Tanegashima Hayago mechanism with the arkbuse proved its worth, allowing his forces to maintain a relentless pace that began to shape the battle into a bloody mess, right from the start
Mughals' reactions in Frontline
As the volley of musket fire rang out, the bullets tore through the air with deadly velocity. Some bullets pierced the shields of the Mughal soldiers, while some make the mughals stagger backward getting them off their sheer force, making them off-guard while exposing their body. Some bullets punched through the soldiers' armor, creating gaping holes in their bodies, blood pouring from the wounds.
There was no place to hide, no respite from the lethal barrage. The Mughal infantry, caught off guard, hesitated in confusion. Some soldiers considered charging forward, while others thought of falling back. But the relentless push from the soldiers in the rear forced them to slide helplessly into the jaws of death.
Chaos reigned in the Mughal ranks. The line formation of Aditya's musketeers was a terrifying spectacle they had neither seen nor heard of before. Its lethality was on full display, the continuous barrage of musket fire halting their advance entirely. The front line of Mughal soldiers turned into a gruesome pile of corpses, bodies crumpling and stacking upon each other under the relentless assault.
Amidst this devastation, murmurs of disbelief spread among the surviving Mughal soldiers.
"What kind of formation is this? I don't want to fight anymore" one soldier gasped, his eyes wide with terror as he saw his comrades fall one by one.
"This is Qayamat! We are doomed!" another cried out, desperately trying to raise his shield higher, only to be struck down moments later.
The relentless fire from Aditya's musketeers showed no signs of stopping, the disciplined rhythm of their volley creating a seemingly impenetrable wall of death.
"Look over there, reinforcements! Charge forward!" shouted an officer, struggling to keep his men from breaking ranks.
But just as it seemed victory was within reach, the sudden shout of enemy officer caught attention of Aditya . A scout was seen rushing toward Aditya's base, but before he could reach the lines, a spear flew through the air, impaling him through the torso. He crumpled to the ground, a pool of blood forming around him"
2. Scene depicting: Charge of cavalry
With a flash, Pratap sheathed his spear, his voice thundering across the ranks, "JAI MAA BHAWANI!" (Glory to divine mother)
Turning to the target, the young prince's heart burned with anger and hate as he charged towards the unprepared Mughal forces, his determination unyielding in the face of adversity.
"For Mewar! "
"For the Prince !"
"Jai Maa Bhawani!"
As the followers of Pratap thundered towards the Mughal forces with their spears and shield upfront, their war cry echoing through the air, the enemy was taken aback by the sudden onslaught.
"Hazur, enemies have charged."
The lone archer's warning came too late, his arrow deflected by the shield-bearing prince at the forefront of the charge.
"Commence! Shield wall."
Still they somehow able to make the frontier shield wall under Taqdeer shah to halt the advance of cavalry.
As the Mughal column drew nearer, the tension in the air reached a high pitch. Pratap's knights gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes blazing with a fierce resolve.
Pratap braced himself for impact, his spear poised to strike with lethal precision. With a swift motion, he leveled his spear and drove it forward, aiming for the weakest point in the Mughal defences but it wasn't enough yet to breakthrough as they were being reinforced from behind to hold the line.
The force of the charge was like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, the thunder of hooves and the clash of weapons filling the air as Pratap and his knights collided with the shield wall. Still it was absorbed by the cluster of Mughals in tight formation.
"Hold the line, Don't let the knights pass."
As more Mughal soldiers hastily assembled their defenses, Pratap's followers clashed with the shielded ranks, their spears thrusting against the tight formation in a desperate bid to break through.
Despite the resolute defense of the Mughals, gaps began to form in their shield wall, and Pratap and his forces seized the opportunity to thrust their spears into the enemy ranks, stabbing down their foes as if skewer in meats of kebab.
But the Mughals were not easily deterred, and the lone archer loosed arrows from behind the safety of his shielded comrades. Sensing the threat posed by the marksmen, Pratap ordered his followers to silence him, "Take him down."
And a well-aimed spear throw , from the trained knight brought down the Mughal archer as it found the gap and hit its mark on the chest but soon the dead archer was replaced by his another nearby comrade who switched his gear and began shooting under the cover of shield wall with his amateur skills.
Undeterred by the formidable defense of the Mughals, Pratap rallied his knights and led them in another charge," RAJPUTS, FOLLOW ME!"
This time angling their attack to exploit the weaknesses in the enemy formation like a wave of ocean hitting a rock wall.
With the thunderous clashes, the Rajputs collided with the shield wall once more, their consecutive stabs and relentless assault breaking through the Mughal ranks.
As gaps opened in the shield wall, Pratap swiftly turned his leading cavalry back to exploit the opening, while the rest of his knights continued to engage the Mughal soldiers to prevent them from regrouping, "Prince, they're regrouping!"
Despite the ferocity of the Mughal defense, Pratap pressed forward ,"Keep the pressure on! Don't let them reform. Here we come."
His spear flashing in the sunlight as he delivered a series of devastating thrusts and slashes. Like a spearhead cutting through the dense formation, Pratap rushed forward, as he carved a path through the enemy ranks.
With each strike, Pratap's shield provided vital protection, deflecting blows and turning aside enemy attacks as he fought his way deeper into the heart of the enemy formation.
With a swift thrust of his spear, Pratap targeted the nearest enemy soldier, aiming for a vulnerable spot in the enemy's formation. The spear tip struck true, impaling the soldier and sending him crashing to the ground in a spray of dust and blood.
"Kill him , He is only one."
As another enemy closed in, Pratap smoothly transitioned into a slashing motion with his spear, sweeping the weapon in a wide arc to strike multiple opponents at once in his right side through his momentum. The near by Mughal soldiers, caught off guard by the sudden attack, stumbled backwards in disarray, their ranks momentarily broken, paving way for Pratap's forces to rush in and exploit the gaps.
With the enemy still reeling, Pratap lunged forward with his spear, driving the weapon deep into the heart of the enemy formation. The force of the blow was devastating, scattering the enemy soldiers like leaves before a storm and creating a path for Pratap to advance.
As the dust settled and the chaos of battle engulfed the battlefield, the Mughal soldiers scrambled to react to the sudden onslaught of Pratap and his cavalry. Taqdeer Shah, their commander, bellowed orders to form the line, his voice a desperate attempt to restore order amidst the chaos.
"Form the line! Hold your ground!" he shouted, but his commands were drowned out by the clash of steel and the cries of the wounded.
Meanwhile, Pratap's forces showed no mercy as they charged through the disorganized Mughal ranks, their spears and swords cutting through flesh and bone with brutal efficiency. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the sounds of battle, as men fell screaming and dying beneath the relentless onslaught.
"NO MERCY!" Pratap shouted, his voice ringing out above the din. "KILL THEM ALL!"
His knights obeyed without hesitation, their spears and blades flashing in the sunlight as they struck down their foes as if stabbing fish in the shallow pond. With each thrust and slash, they carved a path of destruction through the Mughal lines, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake.
"Aim for the horses! Bring him down" the surrounding mughals tried to stop him by aiming for horse but its powerful hoof lashed out on them with deadly force, striking down two frontal enemies at once; sending one crashing back to the ground, while the other one ribs got crushed under his charge.
'Thud!'
"Darn bastard! Stupid horse. "
"Where the hell did this guy come from?"
The surrounding Mughal soldiers trembled in fear at the sight of their formidable opponent, they couldn't understand how this kid be so powerful and does his horse so good, as they feel it hard to tackle the ferocity of Pratap's charge.
"Ya allah madad(help me god), please hit the mark!"
The rookie archer, desperate to stem the tide of Pratap's advance, raised his bow to take aim, but it passed through near Pratap's ear with a narrow edge and hit his own ally behind his back.
"What a bad luck, damn it!.. Oh shit!"
He cursed his luck, but he didn't get a second chance. His last arrow didn't go unnoticed by Pratap. Sensing the threat, He threw his own spear and silenced the archer, sending him to the very god he had been asking for help.
Pratap, undeterred by the loss of spear took out his sword from his sheath and pressed forward among the ranks of Mughals," FOR MEWAR!"
His sword flashing in the afternoon sun as he cut through the Mughal ranks like a scythe through wheat.
"Monster, Monster, We cannot stop him!"
"Make way! Make way! Let me move back. I don't want to die."
'Slash!'
'Stab!'
With each sweeping motions of his sword , he left behind a trail of devastation, akin to a shark slicing through a school of fish with its jaws wide open. The frontline soldiers, sensing the imminent danger, attempted to retreat, only to find themselves trapped by the soldiers behind them.
They were mercilessly cut down left and right by his blade, their attempts to escape became futile against his relentless assault.
Still some brave souls dared to face this torrent.
"Take THIS!"
A Mughal soldier lunged at him with sword raised high aiming to stab his chest, Pratap swifty ducked beneath the blow, his own blade flashing out in a swift counterattack that stabbed the soldier's chest.
"You are mine kid!"
As he withdrew his sword, Pratap dispatched another approaching swordsman with a well-placed block and a powerful counterattack kick that sent him sprawling to the ground.
"Follow the prince, he is too deep."
Pratap went too deep; even his followers couldn't keep up with the prince's pace. But that didn't stop their morale as they kept whacking the herded goats to make way and reach their liege.
Sensing the tension , Taqdeer shah, the acting commander, watched with growing frustration as Pratap continued to carve a path through his forces. With a frustrated gesture, he pointed a finger at Pratap and ordered "Some one stop him", his voice echoing over the din of battle.
Responding to Taqdeer's command, a 7 fit tall and imposing Mughal warrior named Shahid Armani rushed forward with reckless wide arms, his eyes blazing with determination as he bore down upon Pratap's steed with deadly intent with his rallying cry," Allaaah-u-akbarrr."
With a thunderous crash, Shahid's hand collided with Pratap's horse, sending both rider and steed crashing to the ground in a mess of mixed up, dirt and dust.
"YeaY! he is down"
3. Scene depicting: Mysterious girl (plot of r18)
By nightfall, the army set up camp by the riverside, the stars sparkling overhead. As the moon climbed high in the sky, Aditya found himself restless and unable to sleep. The stillness of the night beckoned him, and he decided to take a quiet walk to clear his mind. He slipped out of the camp, guided by the soft glow of the moon.
Bheem, still sound asleep, wasn't there to join him, so Aditya wandered alone. He followed the gentle murmur of a waterfall, the soothing sound drawing him closer. As he approached, the splashing water grew louder, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him.
Under the full moon's ethereal light, he stumbled upon a breathtaking scene. A mysterious woman wrapped in a white saree stood beneath the cascading waters, her figure illuminated by the moon's gentle caress. Her skin glowed with an otherworldly radiance, her form a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow.
From the looks of it she was of more or less, similar age with perfect body.
Aditya watched, captivated, as she played joyfully in the water, her laughter mingling with the gentle rush of the waterfall. He stayed at a respectful distance, not wanting to interrupt the serene moment. His heart raced with excitement and curiosity as he observed her from afar.
As the girl moved closer to the shore, Aditya caught a fleeting glimpse of her face, previously hidden by the blanket of mist that enveloped the area. Yet, even in the dim light, he could see the delicate curve of her lips, the sparkle of mischief in her eyes, a beautiful face that felt familiar but hard to recollect.
As the girl emerged from the mist, her figure revealed under the moonlit sky. Aditya's eyes followed the elegant lines of her body: the curve of her neck, the slope of her shoulders. The soft moonlight highlighted her slender waist and the subtle curve of her hips, hinting at the allure beneath her wet white saree. His gaze lingered on the gentle rise and fall of her perfectly round breasts, evident beneath the fabric, enhancing her feminine grace and beauty.
Aditya gulped as he watched the water droplets fell down from her lips down to her neck and then into the bluging curve of her cleavage, disappearing into the gentle slope of her slender waist.
Meanwhile, the splashes of water added a playful rhythm to the scene, echoing the joy evident in her carefree movements. And amidst it all, the melody of her humming, soft and sweet voice, floated throughout the air, captivating Aditya's senses and drawing him closer with each passing time.
Unable to resist the pull of curiosity, Aditya took a step closer, his gaze fixed on the captivating sight before him. But his footfall betrayed him as the rustle of dried leaves echoed through the night air. In an instant, the girl's head snapped up, her eyes widening in alarm.
Realizing he had been discovered, Aditya froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He called out to her, pleading for her to stay, but she was already out, her graceful form dashing into the darkness.
With a sigh of disappointment, Aditya watched her vanish into the night, her memory etched forever in his mind.
4. Scene depicting- Mughals plotting
With Ansari positioned at the center, it was evident who held authority. "Greetings, esteemed guests," he began." I feel honored that you've considered our suggestion carefully and honored us with your esteemed presence."
Marwar King Maldeo Rathore replied arrogantly, "Let's not waste time on formalities, servant of the Mughals. We've come from far, and you've made us wait for too long."
Rahimullah Khan, angered, retorted, "Mind your words, Chief of Marwar. You're speaking to the representative of the Mughals, not some local servant of your measly neighbour kingdom."
Ajmer's king, Prithviraj Singh Rathore, defiantly responded to the Marwar chief, "Look who's talking, the son of late Azizzullah Khan Kakkar, who died fighting against the Mughals and now attends this session of kings because he didn't get the chance to become actually one.."
Istehar Khan intervened, pausing Rahimullah Khan's retort, and replied, "It's because of this arrogance that you lost your southern regions of Barmer and Jalor to Mewar and your daughter to your own ally."
As both Rajput kings scoffed, Rao Kishan Pal cleared his throat and intervened. "It's commendable to see such passion, but channeling it inward won't achieve our collective purpose for convening here," he remarked. His words had a calming effect on everyone present.
Observing the atmosphere, Ansari adopted a serious tone. "Let's be clear about the facts. I am, indeed, a servant of the Mughals, and we're not here for an etiquette training session, esteemed guests," he stated firmly.
Looking at the sprawled maps on the table, Ansari pointed out, "These are the border regions of Rewari, Marwar, and Ajmer, near Amber, where we will raid the nearby villages in disguise as Samrajya soldiers."
He paused to check for approval and continued, "And with this minimal sacrifice, you will have the justification to attack Amber."
He glanced at Rahimullah. "Half of Amber's forces are stationed in Rewari, a task Rahimullah can handle until we join later," he explained, to which Rahimullah nodded in agreement.
"You will lay siege to his capital with your alliance and convey the message of attack to Samrajya, framing it as a Rajput internal dispute," he disclosed his plan to the others.
Marwar King Maldeo Rathore raised a concern, "But what about Samrajya's response? They won't remain passive if we launch an attack on their member states."
Ansari continued, "Indeed, that's why we'll opt for a siege strategy instead of outright attack. Istehar Khan will offer his forces, initially appearing as aid from western corps of Samrajya,
but later he'll switch allegiance and assist in the siege. By the time we arrive with the cannons from the factory, the stage will be set."
Prithviraj Singh Rathore inquired, "But what if Samrajya deploys more forces against us?"
Rao Kishan Pal responded, "Samrajya will be preoccupied with Rewari, as we initiate a revolt and declare independence, eliminating every delegate at the exhibition.
After our actions, Jaunpur Kingdom, Agra Kingdom, and Rewari Kingdom will follow suit and declare independence."
Maldev Rathore voiced his concern about the size of Samrajya's army, prompting a chuckle from Ansari. "Their main army isn't formidable. With such vast territory, their soldiers are spread thin. We have solid information that they have already dispatched ten thousand soldiers to both Punjab and Kashmir, and they will also need to reserve some for the capital."
He mocked, " Moreover, the majority of their troops are newly recruited and lack the training and discipline of seasoned soldiers."
As the empire declines, they'll lose control of their western, southern, and eastern territories, and loyalty will diminish among the rulers," Ansari explained confidently.
King Maldev pondered the risk of rebellion failing, and Ansari revealed a parchment with the seal of the Mughal Empire, stating their protection and full autonomy if they merged with the Pakistan Sultanate in worst case scenario.
Rewari Prime Minister Kishan Pal chimed in, "Furthermore, I propose offering our princess of Rewari to Prince of Ajmer for an alliance, who has not been able to marry due to his bad horoscope." Hearing this, both Ajmer King and Marwar King nodded with smiles.
But Rahimullah still had doubts about when the canons and the Mujahideen forces would join them. Ansari replied with a wide grin, "Rest assured, we'll be joining you soon after taking care of someone very special."
5. Scene depicting- Martial art fight
Aditya rose with a determined look, the flickering torchlight casting dynamic shadows around them.
"Alright, old man, you made me serious," He declared, his eyes focused.
He closed the distance swiftly, launching into a flurry of punches and leg strikes, mixing up his combinations (Te Tat, Thip Khao) to keep Mathew on the defensive. Mathew blocked and parried as best he could, but the relentless assault began to push him back towards the wall of the chamber.
Aditya feinted a left hook and swiftly followed through with an uppercut elbow (Sok Ngat) aimed at Mathew's chin. Mathew anticipated the attack, ducking just in time to narrowly avoid the strike. He countered with a quick jab to Aditya's midsection.
Aditya agilely sidestepped the jab and closed the distance, initiating a clinch by grabbing hold of Mathew's nape of the neck, gaining control over his movements.
Mindful of his close-quarter moves, Aditya used his knee to deliver a rapid series of knee strikes to Mathew's ribs, forcing him to back up and stumble on the table behind. Mathew, struggling to keep his footing, received a powerful kick that sent him falling onto a table.
Seeing his opportunity, Aditya aimed a devastating downward leg strike (Thip Khao) at Mathew. The force of the blow shattered the table, but Mathew managed to roll away.
Gasping for breath, Mathew hit the ground hard, the shock evident on his face as if he had just received a harsh reality check.
Aditya, with a playful smirk, mocked him, "What happened, elder? Did you break any bones?"
Mathew quickly regained his balance and retaliated with a sweeping low kick aimed at Aditya's legs. Aditya jumped back, avoiding the sweep. Seizing the momentary respite, Mathew propelled himself upward, hanging his leg in the air to gain momentum.
Gasping with exhaustion, Mathew took another stance. "I'm not done yet, brat!"
Aditya smiled gleefully, having spotted his prey after a long-long time. "Good, here I come, old man!"
Aditya, with fierce determination in his eyes, charges at Mathew, catching him off guard. He lunges forward, grabbing Mathew's shoulder to propel himself higher, locking Mathew's upper body with his knees.
With Mathew's upper body immobilized, Aditya started delivering rapid elbow strikes (Sok Ti) to Mathew's head and shoulders.
"WHAT NOW? WANT MORE? HUH! WANT MORE?" Aditya shouted, delivering strike after strike like a man possessed, forgetting his purpose. His only intent was to smash Mathew's to smithereens, not caring if every hit landed perfectly. This relentless assault gave him a dangerous edge, pushing towards a potentially fatal conclusion.
Mathew desperately raised his forearms in a cross guard position, using them to absorb the incoming blows aimed at his vital head. The chamber echoed with the sound of elbows meeting forearms and shoulders.
Feeling the relentless assault, Mathew decided to act. He lowered his head and with a sudden thrust, used the top of his head to strike Aditya's chest, creating a brief moment of distance between them.
Seizing the moment, Mathew quickly wrapped his arms around Aditya's thighs, shifted his weight back, and with a swift upward motion, attempted to dislodge Aditya from his body.
"Not so easy, elder," Aditya remarked defiantly.
Anticipating Mathew's move, Aditya grabbed Mathew's shoulders and released his knee lock. He then wrapped his legs tightly around Mathew's torso (Kao Loy), securing his grip. With a surge of strength, Aditya delivered a powerful headbutt (Khao Chae) to Mathew's face.
The impact of the headbutt disoriented Mathew momentarily, but his grip on Aditya remained firm. Using the momentum from the exchange, Mathew shifted his weight and slammed Aditya forcefully to the ground. The collision echoed through the chamber with a resounding thud, jolting both fighters.
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