Thread: The Revolutionary Romance [AnjelRocker x Wander]

Yes, he had to slay the man. Rathod knew that very well. The problem was not in the killing of the man as much as finding him. As he stood on the dock, he noticed how massive the ship really was and realised that among the several thousand passengers on it, he will have to find two people. This was going to be more irksome a job than he had assumed. But Rathod was a man who was always ready for any challenge that life dared pose before him. This was the way with him. Even as a child, the tree in his backyard was always proud and daunting, challenging him with its height and girth. After several falls and broken bones, the young Raja had finally managed to scale the massive structure and build a tree house upon it. Never , however, never did he give up. Then how could he give up against the British that were raping his motherland repeatedly and incessantly? He knew that he had to stop them and drive them back to their country where the sun never shines as bright as it shines on his immaculate nation. The ship blared spuriously and docked, steam bellowing from within it in thick tufts as Rathod waited quietly, observing the passengers that alighted. Families of white people, some old, and some young made their way out of the massive ship. However, the description did not fit any of the people that walked out. A middle aged man and a young woman. That was what he was told and that is what he had to look for. If only someone would fit the description. He gave his moustache another twirl, sharpening the edges as he began to search among the people. But he was held back by the guards. I am looking for someone. He said in a heavy Indian accent, his as sounding more ahs The guard shook his head. No dogs and Indians on board. He ordered. Rathod shook his head in disbelief and stood back. Finally, when someone fitting the description came out, he shot his hand up in the air and he called out. Sir Hume! The middle aged white man heard the call which he knew, much to his consternation, was Indian. How disgusting, Thought he with chagrin, They send me an Indian as an escort? Are they out of white chaps? His expression remained stoic even when the brown man approached him. Francis Hume was disgusted at the sight of the tall young man. He was almost the same age as his Humes wife. This aggravated it even more. He expected an experienced escort, not a young inexperienced man. The imperial army should know well and how a knighted General is to be respected. However, he would have to make ends meet now. Rathod had come rushing forward in order to meet the General. He was much taller and stronger than the General. Even though the Caucasians may believe that Indians were devoid of beauty, Rathod was certainly a man possessed with features that would make the General feel outclassed. Shaym Singh, sir. I have been sent to be your escort and assistant. Said the revolutionary as he offered his target the most reassuring smile. Inwardly, he was already planning on the various means by which he could kill the General. For now, he merely smiled, his expression masking his deceit. They could have sent a better man. The General complained. They only had me, sir. Rathod suggested. Very well, then. Grab my and my wifes bags and be placing them inside the car. I will be out shortly. Rathod had not yet noticed the woman behind his target. He was focused too much on his target to notice the woman standing behind him who was supposed to be his wife. However, what the revolutionary experienced next, he would remember all his life. The moment he saw the woman who was the targets wife, he was mesmerised. There was an instant spark that electrocuted him. A sudden jolt which felt like a violent awakening from a dream. He knew not what it was, but it was as if his world had stopped for a split moment, his heart refusing to beat any longer. Shyam Sigh? The General complained against the man who was gaping at the sight of his wife. Oh, yes sir... The Rathod managed, snapping out of his momentary loss of comprehension. All these brown bastards are such perverts. The General complained while Rathod, still gazing at the woman from the corner of his eyes, started to collect the suitcases.