THE RULERS OF KHANSAAR ( PART 1 COMPLETED, PART 2 IS LOADING )

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The sun is casting  shadows over the Blood red battle field of khansaar. As the constitution bell rang the war started . The shouryangas who are born warriors have managed to compose themselves and got ready for the war again. The once dry dunes were now an expanse of turmoil, where the ground shook with the heavy footfalls of charging mannar army  and the relentless drumming of battle. The scent of dry earth mingled with the scent of sweat and blood.

In the midst of this chaos stood Deva, the salaar of Varadha Raja Mannar with his  eyes as fierce as the king of the forest. Beside him stood the epitome of Intelligence and confidence Clad in gleaming chainmail and a white saree which is totally red because of the blood shed. she gripped the hilt of her  sword, the blade curved like a crescent moon. 

Beside her, Varadha stood with a sword in his each hand. his sword is sharp enough to cut someone's bones. his dark eyes were sharp with focus. The man whom he trusts the most is standing tall in front of him.

The opposing army, a sea of shimmering armor and masked heads, approached with the steady rhythm of war drums echoing across the sands.  The air was thick with tension, the silence before the storm, as both sides prepared for the inevitable clash.

A cry rang out, piercing the quiet—the signal to charge. Deva walked forward, his war cry rising above the noise of the battlefield. The thundering of hooves drowned out the sound of his heart pounding in his chest. Varadha  threw the swords and grabbed the bow and arrows beside him, loosing arrows with deadly precision, each one finding its mark in the enemy ranks.

The two forces collided with the force of a tempest. Swords clashed with a sound like thunder, and the air was filled with the metallic scent of blood. Deva's sword took down 100s of people in the last e days. Each swing was a prayer, each strike a testament to his unyielding spirit.

Raja mannar was spectating everything and waiting for a moment to showcase his strength and army. 

Now varadha with his bow now slung across his back, fought with the swords again. the broad blades gleaming in the sunset. He moved with the agility of a tiger , his strikes quick and lethal. The battle swirled around them, a chaotic dance of death, but together they held the line, their bond forged in the fires of countless battles. Aarathi was shooting down every opponent soldier who is coming across her.

Deva's  eyes caught sight of the Pandit. Without hesitation, he  forwarded towards him by cutting a path through the enemy ranks. Aarathi sensing his intent grabbed the shooter and  covered his  advance with a flurry of bullets, each one striking down those who dared to stand in his way.

The Pandit turned, his eyes narrowing as he saw Deva bearing down on him. He met his charge with a roar, their blades clashing with a sound that seemed to echo across the city of khansaar. The force of the impact sent shockwaves through Deva's arms, but he held firm, his sword locked against pandit's sword. 

The Ghaniyar doras who are spectating everything from distance are feeling like an adrenaline rush. They are highly anticipating to see who is going to win.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the battle raging around them fading into the background. Deva's eyes bored into those of pandit. With a fierce cry, he  pushed forward, his strength fueled by the memory of his bestfriend's hardships.  his land, and the duty he  had sworn to uphold.