Chapter 6: Under the Same Sun

I knew where Arjun’s hostility came from—every glance, every bitter joke. The missing supplies, the hungry soldiers—his anger was born of betrayal, of promises broken too often.

The state sent supplies twice, but at every checkpoint, a little was skimmed away. By the time it reached the border, there was barely enough. The soldiers risked their lives, but came home to empty bowls. Indifference bred resentment, even in the most loyal.

Corrupt officials would get their due, but now, the front lines needed me. I personally escorted the supplies, flashing my palace ring at every checkpoint. "Rajkumari hoon, samjhe?" The gates opened, the ring felt heavier—but it worked.

Enough. With the war at a turning point, I’d have plenty of ways to deal with Arjun when he returned to the capital for his reward. I made a silent promise—his insubordination would not go unpunished.

I cut short Nair’s performance, raising my hand for the stick. The soldiers fell silent—even the birds in the neem trees paused. I took the stick, determination in my every move.

Arjun watched as I swung, bringing it down with all my strength. Only when a red welt appeared did my anger subside. I turned to go, but Arjun glanced at the mark, scornful, his smile even wider. “Has the Ration Officer not eaten? That felt like a mosquito bite.”

Before I could answer, Nair scolded him again. I paused, seeing Arjun still defiant. Truly infuriating.

“When Major Arjun returns to the capital for his reward, I’ll make sure to eat my fill first.” I gritted my teeth. The onlookers snickered. In that moment, I knew: this was just the beginning of our battle.

I glared at Arjun, jaw set. He only smiled, as if he knew something I didn’t. Somewhere, a crow cawed. This battle was far from over.