Jeet_1993

This is the story of a modern man who transmigrates to 16th-century India in a parallel world after dying to save his first crush on a date. He regresses as a lowly-ranked soldier in the camp of Hemu, the last northern Hindu king, who is fated to lose and die at the hands of the Mughals.

With his modern knowledge and past experiences, the protagonist alters the course of history, forcing the Mughals to surrender and retreat beyond the Ravi River, which is in modern-day Pakistan.

As a reward, he is granted trading rights and becomes the emperor’s personal attendant. Using this opportunity, he sets out to reshape the empire. By promoting  private enterprise, establishing trading company, and creating opportunities for the lower communities, he begins to shift India’s economy away from the feudal system toward modern capitalism. 

And all this began with the advent of his mercenary army, which excelled in firearms far ahead of its time.

His journey is filled with trials, including internal turmoil, political strife, and the looming threat of invasion from the Mughals in the west,  Tibet from the north and the Dutch and Portuguese in the south. As the emperor’s trusted aide, the protagonist not only rescues the crumbling empire but also forges his own path, eventually claiming the title of emperor himself.

Join him on this incredible journey of empire's ascension, as he explores how India could have been in the 16th century if history had taken a different course. With just one battle's result, the fate of the entire world is transformed.

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Disclaimer: This is a fictional story based on history in alternate universe. It doesn't claims to be always historically correct. Reader's discretion is advised.  All images used are AI based. Feel free to contact me in case you have any dispute.

Empire Ascension: The Rise of the Fated One

Bhulpur village, glass factory, Delhi

The office chamber was lined with wooden shelves stacked with documents. In the remaining open space, there was a solitary wooden chair and a table cluttered with a few documents, a quill, and an inkpot. Aditya sat on the chair, bathed in the golden rays of the setting sun streaming through the window, which illuminated his desk and the room with a warm glow.

Bheem, his royal guard, stood to his right in chainmail armor, while Ashutosh, his newly appointed assistant for managing firms and a recently titled merchant noble, stood to his left. The small group of artisans and officials gathered around them waited in tense anticipation, with some among them visibly more anxious than others.

Glass production Part -2