The records..

In the ancient Hind Mahasagar, the island of Kanyak and the mainland of Kubja were ruled by a cruel Nripati. He forced the people of Kubja to toil like beasts, building a life of luxury on Kanya.

Two brave brothers from Kubja led a rebellion against the tyrant. They rallied their people, fought bravely, and brought the Nripati's reign to an end.

With the oppressor defeated, the brothers divided the realm into two territories: Kanyak, the island of beauty, and Kubja, the land of resilience. A new era dawned on Kanyakubja, one of hope and redemption, A new era of peace and freedom dawned, and the brothers' legacy lived on as heroes of the peoples

But the victory was not without its loose ends. The kins of the tyrant Nripati, who had fled during the attack, went into hiding, nursing their wounds and waiting for their chance to strike back. They vowed to reclaim their lost power.

The knock at the door broke my concentration, pulling me away from the ancient tales of Kanyak. I looked up to see Ashiyane, a woman in her 30s, standing in the doorway with a stack of books in her hands.

..."Are you planning to translate that book?"...

She asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she nodded towards the ancient text.

I hesitated, intrigued by the stories of Kanya, but my priority lay elsewhere.

..."Not right now,I need to focus on translating the records of the recent war."...

Ashiyane nodded understandingly and began to unload the books from her arms, placing the records of the war on the table. On top of the pile, she carefully positioned a slim volume - the family history of the city.

..."This might be helpful for your translation,"...

As I delved into the pages of the family history, I discovered the tale of Ida, the 12th Nripati of Kanyak. Ida, married to Abha, had a son named Akala. However, during a hunting expedition, Ida vanished into the forest. He stumbled upon a mysterious woman with striking white hair, mistaking her for a nymph. Enchanted, Ida brought her to the palace as his second wife, and she bore him four children: Rana, Guru, Vakta, and the beautiful Vatsala.

But their joy was short-lived. The children's hair, as black as coal, sparked suspicions of adultery, as it did not resemble their mother's unusual white locks. Manjarika, the white-haired woman, was imprisoned, leaving her children to suffer at the hands of their neglectful father, abusive stepmother, and cruel stepbrother. The siblings grew up fueled by anger and resentment, their childhood marred by pain and neglect.

As Vatsala turned 13, her mother Manjarika died, coughing up blood.The very next day, Ida, the 12th Nripati, passed away peacefully in his sleep, his heartbroken over the loss of his beloved Manjarika.

Despite Manjarika's betrayal, Ida loved her deeply. Her infidelity had shattered him, but he couldn't survive without her. His fragile heart gave out, unable to bear the loss of his beloved.

With their cruel stepbrother now on the throne, Vatsala's brothers knew they had to escape. They hatched a plan to flee, gather their own army, and launch a rebellion against their tyrannical sibling. Leaving Vatsala behind in the palace, they snuck onto a ship that imported goods from Kubja.

Fate, however, had other plans. A fierce storm ravaged the ocean that night, and the brothers were said to have been washed away, lost at sea. Their fate remained a mystery, leaving Vatsala alone and vulnerable in the palace.

I closed the book, unable to continue reading the tragic history of Vatsala and her family. My heart went out to the poor girl, but I couldn't afford to dwell on her story. I had a job to do. I turned my attention to the book on the recent war, a conflict that had ended nine years ago. It was a devastating conflict that was sparked by a woman. Her story was a powerful reminder that the fate of nations can sometimes depend on the fate of one person.

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