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

A Few Hours Ago, Rudra's Camp – Western Frontier of the ladakhi Blockade

The afternoon sun hung high, casting long shadows over the bustling war camp. Soldiers moved swiftly, their armor clanking as they reinforced barricades and tended to the wounded. The air was thick with tension, the rhythmic sounds of marching boots blending with the distant clang of steel.

Amidst the organized chaos, a sudden commotion erupted near the perimeter.

A group of men, clad in Ladakhi armor, had crossed the frontline through unknown means.

Tension spiked, but fortunately, they showed no signs of hostility and surrendered with surprising ease.

Had it not been for the white flag they carried and their communication in Devanagari, they would have been cut down on sight. Even so, they were quickly apprehended and escorted under heavy guard to central leadership.

Battle of Ladakh part -11