Rudra Pratap Sharma 1 The dusty roads leading into Alwar shimmered beneath the late afternoon sun as Devendra “Dev” Singh leaned forward against the rattling seat of the hired jeep, his eyes fixed on the rugged Aravalli Hills in the distance. The heat pressed down, unforgiving, but for Dev, the oppressive weather was just another detail in the landscape of Rajasthan—a backdrop to history’s forgotten voices. A backpack filled with notebooks, excavation tools, and his trusty camera rested by his side, each item carefully chosen for the task ahead. He had come not as a tourist, but as a seeker…
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Nisha Bhatt 1 The heat hit Meera the moment she stepped out of the small taxi, a dry, almost physical force that wrapped around her like an unwelcome embrace. The sun above Jaisalmer was merciless, turning the very air into a wavering haze. Yet, through the shimmer, she saw it—the great fort, its honey-gold sandstone walls rising above the old city, glowing like a mirage against the pale blue sky. The streets leading up to it were a winding tangle of ochre walls, brightly painted doorways, and the occasional splash of bougainvillea spilling over balconies. Cows wandered lazily in the…
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Arun Bhatia ONE Samir Singh stood at the edge of the polo field, the sound of hooves thundering in his ears, as he watched his father, Veerendra Singh, ride across the vast estate that had been the heart of their royal legacy for generations. The sprawling grounds, dotted with grand palaces and ancient temples, had once echoed with the clink of polo mallets and the cheers of onlookers. Now, the grandeur of it all felt like a distant dream, fading with the passing years. Samir, at just seventeen, had inherited his father’s love for the game. Polo was not merely…
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Vikram Rathore Part 1: The Inheritance The sun was beginning to set behind the rugged peaks of the Aravalli Range, casting long shadows over the winding roads that led to Kumbhalgarh Fort. Anirudh Deshmukh, a young archaeologist from Delhi, gazed out the window of his car as it meandered through the narrow, serpentine paths that led him to the fort. He had heard much about the place—the towering walls, the haunting beauty of the fort, and the endless stories of its troubled past. But he never imagined that it would be his own inheritance that would bring him here. It…