"Fuck!! Those Bastards." Farrukh threw a vase at the wall with anger. "I invested so much in the war, yet they managed to fuck it up again."
He was lightly dressed and his chambers were a mess with broken furniture and ceramics.
Farrukh just got the news of Askar's death in Karnavati. Time has passed since the defeat, and the efforts were back to square one as the Marathas took back every captured territory in their own kingdom.
The only good news that Farrukh got was the death of the King of Marathas, Devendra Chauhan. It still came at the cost of their best commanders, like Askar and Twin Commanders.
"Damn this!" He shouted and ripped apart the pillow.
"Those incompetent fucks! How did they lose all the skrimish? They had vast numbers."
He threw another vase in anger. "Just how? Fuck fuck fuck."
Karim stood in the corner silently at the Emperor's fit. He sighed silently and watched him destroy everything in the chamber.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!