The Pathan Mercenary Ch. 01

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Tale of a Pathan Mercenary in 18th century Hindustan.
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"You are an uncouth dog Khan! Begone from our land. May Allah damn you & your lineage," barked the old man.

Sher Mohammed Khan woke up from the dream. He had reached the village of Devipur, Meerut. He stepped down from the caravan & started walking towards the big fort across the river. It was a magnificent view. The fort belonged to one of the biggest Zamindar of Meerut, Hukum Dev Rathore.

Strolling towards the fort, he pondered about the dream he had a few moments back. It was a recurring dream that had been disturbing him for the last 4 years. It reminded him of his home.

Sher Khan was born to a family of Pathan warlords in Khyber. A handsome, blue eyed, muscular, young man with a long hair and a grey turban wrapped around his head, he was the quintessential free spirited, fiercely emotional Pathan. He could have been the biggest warlord of Khyber, but alas that would never be.

Sher Khan was a rebellious teenager. He was also a womaniser. His conduct already created problems for him & his family. But his fate was sealed when he accidentally killed the Wazir (chief) of his tribe during a massive quarrel. The local Qazi (Judicial Officer) admonished him & ordered him to leave Khyber forever.

He left home in the year 1773. From Khyber, he travelled to Lahore, Punjab. There he got a job as a soldier in the Durrani Army. After serving for a few years & earning enough money & fame, he travelled to Delhi. There he met a band of 50 Pathan warriors. Flocks of the same feather stick together & hence they teamed up. Sher Khan became a mercenary leader & his soldiers increased every year. His fame as an able leader & military strategist spread throughout North Hindustan & he was often hired by different Rajas, Zamindars & Nawabs. His life was action packed. His only regret was that he didn't have a home.

Sher Khan had now reached the fort. It was a massive structure of military genius, he thought.

He said to the guards, "I'm Sher Mohammed Khan. The Zamindar had asked for me. Tell him that I've arrived."

The guards were intimidated by his baritone voice & mighty stature. They followed his orders immediately. One of the guards ran inside. After a few minutes, he came back & told Sher Khan that the Zamindar was waiting for him & had cordially asked him to enter the fort.

Sher Khan entered the fort. It was three storeyed. There was a big Hindu temple on the third storey & the central dome of the fort was influenced by Islamic architecture. Along the entrance was a grand garden blooming with flowers. Sher Khan was getting some real positive vibes. Soon he entered into the royal palace & headed towards the room of the Zamindar.

Hukum Dev Rathore was busy smoking the hookah & reminiscing about his glorious years. He was now an old man. Age had humbled the once arrogant warrior. Life had always been hectic for him. His loyalty changed from the Mughals to the Marathas. Now at the age of 72 he had declared independence & was the biggest Zamindar of entire Meerut. His professional life was full with victories but personal life marred with losses.

He had four children. 3 boys & 1 girl. He lost his eldest son in the Third Battle of Panipat in 1761. His second son died in the campaign against the Rajputs & his third son succumbed to pneumonia a year ago in 1783. He was survived by his only daughter Pushpavati Bundela. She was a young widow of the Prince of Bundelkhand. Hence life for the old patriarch was full of scars.

He was thinking about the things in his life that went wrong when he heard his guards announcing that Sher Mohammed Khan is outside his room. The Zamindar ordered the guards to send Sher Khan in.

Sher Khan walked into the room. It was dusk. The mood in the room was gloomy. He saw the old Zamindar laying on a Persian mattress & smoking.

The Zamindar spoke, "Welcome Sher Khan. I'm glad that you came at such a short notice."

Sher Khan replied, "From where I hail, greetings are considered a waste of time Zamindar. You've asked for my service. What shall I have to do?"

The Zamindar in his younger days would have sliced the Pathan into two for his lack of courtesy but now wasn't the time for such petty things.

He spoke in a slightly stern voice, "Very well. Let's talk business Pathan. The Nawab of Banda has set his eyes on my fief. He wants to annex my territory & my estate by hook or crook. Although my army is sizeable in number but I have no able Commander. I want you to be the Commander of my army. The battle between us & Banda will occur in 2 months. They will lead a siege. I want you to defend my Zamindari & destroy the forces of Banda. I will pay any amount you want."

Sher Khan was silent for a moment. He did not like sieges. But he always wanted to experience new things in battle & hence agreed.

"I pledge my loyalty to you Zamindar. I will order my 500 soldiers to arrive here by the day after tomorrow. I will defend your estate & rout the forces of Banda," said Sher Khan with determination in his voice.

The Zamindar after a long time had a feign smile on his face.

He said, "I'm pinning all my faith on you Sher Khan. The fate of my Zamindari now lies in your hand."

Sher Khan replied with fervour, "The word of a Pathan cannot be broken even by Allah, Zamindar! You'll have the Chief Commander of Banda's army lying at your feet. No harm will fall on you, your family or your Zamindari as long as I'm in charge."

The Zamindar replied, "God be with you Sher Khan."

He then directed his guards to escort Sher Khan to his room. Sher Khan saluted the Zamindar & left the room.

Sher Khan was walking with the guards. He ascended to the second floor. He was shown his room. It was a grand room. Turkish carpet laid on the floor, Awadhi tapestries enriched the walls & departed happy vibes, sophisticated Jalis (windows) won his heart & the master bed was the cherry on top.

Sher Khan started changing his clothes. He wore a black kurta & a white dhoti that he had bought in the Bazar of Delhi. He then sat for the evening prayer. After completing the prayer, Sher Khan went towards the Jali & sat there looking outside.

He thought about the position he was in. He had already told the guards who had escorted him to go to the city & inform his soldiers to reach Devipur as soon as possible. A siege was an entirely new thing for Sher Khan. He was determined to see through it & destroy the enemy.

His thoughts were distracted by a melodious voice. Someone was singing. It was a female's voice. What a wonderful song it was! It seemed as if the angels in heaven were themselves singing. It was evening & this mysteriously melodious voice enchanted him.

From what he could gather he reckoned it to be a Bhajan, a religious song of Hindus. From the window he could see the temple atop the fort. Bells were also tolling. The voice was coming from the temple he was sure.

This heart wrenching performance went for quite a long time. Sher Khan got immersed in it. The spell broke when the song stopped. Chants of 'Jai Jai' were heard from the temple. The worship was over it seemed to him.

He hurriedly ran out of his room for the temple. He wanted to see the singer. He wanted to witness the angel who captivated his heart & cast a spell on him.

He was stopped by a band of guards few yards away from the temple. They bluntly told him that the Princess is inside the temple & hence nobody could enter the temple.

Sher Khan got angry but controlled himself from creating a scene. He was standing beside the guards when he saw her.

Pushpavati was coming out from the temple. Clad in a velvet saree she resembled the famous angels. She was much grown for a 20 year old woman. But she wasn't old. She was mature. She had raven black hair that kissed her slender curvaceous waist, she had a milky complexion, her face radiated with passion, she had long eye lashes & brown eyes. Her lip resembled the charming petals of lotus. She was the embodiment of charm, elegance & delicacy.

She was an enchantress. She was a seductress. It seemed as if the Goddess herself had came out of the temple. Sher Khan was spellbound by her smell as she passed by. She smelled of sandalwood, rose & honey.

Sher Khan heard one of the guards saying, "Pushpabai sings like the Goddess herself."

He nodded in agreement. Sher Khan was mesmerized by the princess in the twilight. She was the one that had orchestrated such wonderful melody. A flame of desire was kindled in the heart of the sturdy Pathan. The womaniser in him had awaken after a long hibernation. He resolved to seduce the enchantress.

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The 500 soldiers of Sher Khan arrived two days later. Soon Sher Khan became busy in the preparation of the upcoming siege.

He repaired a huge section of the fort walls & ordered heavy fortification. He ordered digging of ditches around the fort. He also ordered three hundred 240 mm caliber cannons from a cannon maker in Patiala, Punjab. He focused on heavy training for the entire army of Devipur. Provisions for a year was secured. It was now time to wait for the enemy to show up.

The total force of Devipur was 5000 infantry, 2000 cavalry & 200 musketeers. Sher Khan kept his 500 soldiers reserved. The plan was that they would accompany him in a daring raid during the battle to the enemy camp & kill the Chief Commander of the enemy forces thus ensuing chaos & confusion in the enemy camp thus routing the entire enemy army.

In the meantime, the Pathan warrior made the task of socializing with Pushpavati his top most priority. The opportunity came in a rather horrid manner.

One night it was reported that the old Zamindar was in a very bad condition. All the ministers & his daughter hurried to his chamber. Sher Khan too left for the Zamindar's chamber.

The Zamindar was lying in his bed. He was suffering from serious asthma & had trouble in breathing.

He somehow spoke, "Where is the Pathan? Call him! I have very few moments left, fetch him!"

Sher Khan went forward & stood in front of him. Pushpavati was sitting beside the Zamindar holding the dying patriarch's hands. The eyes of the Pathan & the princess met for a second before Pushpavati hurriedly looked down. Even in the dying light of the lantern Sher Khan could see that the princess was blushing.

The Zamindar spoke, "Pathan! I am counting my last moments. It's a horrible thing. I won't be able to see the battle. I just want one promise from you Pathan."

Sher Khan replied, "What do you ask for Zamindar?"

"Don't let my Zamindari fall Sher Khan. Defeat the Nawab's forces. And protect my widowed daughter! She's all I have left. Be her guardian angel Pathan. I entrust her fate & the fate of my estate in your hand. Do not disappoint me," said the Zamindar before he ran our of breath.

The breathing stopped. The Zamindar was dead. Pushpavati stood beside his corpse silently. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Sher Khan was silent for a moment. He closed his eyes & prayed to Allah for the departed soul of the Zamindar.

He then said with a booming voice, "I, Sher Mohammed Khan swear by the holy book that no ill will fall on Devipur. I will defend the fort till my last drop of blood."

He then looked at Pushpavati & continued, "And I will protect your honor & life princess till my last breath."

Pushpavati now looked towards Sher Khan hesitatingly & said tenderly, "Thank you warrior."

Soon everyone left the chamber. The priests arrived to perform the last rites of the deceased Zamindar.

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The siege was less than 1 week away now. Scouts had informed Sher Khan that the enemy forces were near Devipur & comprised of 5000 infantry, 5000 cavalry, & 100 French cannons.

Although the enemy was strong in number yet their Chief was an arrogant boy of 19. They would falter in front of the superior cannons & elite warriors of his, thought Sher Khan.

Much had changed in the Zamindari. Pushpavati was now the chief of the Zamindari. She had executed 3 ministers of his father for treachery after his father's death. She appointed Sher Khan as her chief advisor.

Soon the two socialized frequently. Pushpavati became quite frank in front of him. As on his part, Sher Khan burned with desire. The princess too would notice the subtle naughty remarks of the Pathan & blush. She too was attracted to this mighty warrior from Khyber.

One day Sher Khan was sitting in his room bare chest & a white towel wrapped around his lower body. He was studying a map of the fort.

Suddenly Pushpavati entered his room. He was shocked & so was Pushpavati.

She looked around & said, "I'm sorry Pathan. I should have knocked before entering. I just came to inform that the cannons you ordered just arrived. I better leave now."

Sher Khan now said quite assertively, "Wait your highness. Please stay."

Pushpavati now turned around to face the half naked Pathan. She immediately blushed. Her milky faced turned red. It was a long time she had seen a man in this form. She hadn't been touched by a man in almost 3 years since her husband died. She felt her pussy getting wet.

Sher Khan now walked towards her & said, "I want to talk about a few things your highness if you would allow."

Pushpavati was now breathing heavily as the Pathan came nearer to her.

She said in a shaky voice, "Yes. By all means. What do you have to say?"

Sher Khan was standing absolutely close to her. He could hear Pushpavati's breathing. She could feel his sweaty body's smell. She was now aroused.

Sher Khan looked her straight in the eye & said, "Your highness, I will defend your kingdom & you. All I need is your trust."

She replied, "Pathan I trust you with all my heart. You're a man of word & hard work that I've seen."

Sher Khan now did what was an unthinkable thing during that era. He put his hand on the shoulder of Pushpavati.

She was shocked. Her body started shaking.

Somehow composing herself she said, "What is this Pathan! Why are you touching me?"

Sher Khan's eyes sparked like a hunter's when he catches his prey.

He said, "I want you to be able to live freely your highness. I know why you chose me as your advisor. Since that day in your father's chamber you have fallen for me. You want me princess just like I want you. A Goddess of melody, charm & wisdom doesn't deserve to live the life of a cursed widow. Let me liberate you!"

Pushpavati could have called the guards at that very moment & had the lust ridden Pathan executed but she couldn't do it. Her senses surrendered to her desires. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She cried, "How I have craved for love Pathan! I have been living the life of an ascetic for years since my husband died. I can't bear it. I want to be admired. I want to be caressed! I too deserve the unblemished & sacred love of a man. Yes I chose you because I fell for you. Break the shackles of honor, mighty warrior. Liberate this damsel."

Sher Khan engulfed Pushpavati in his mighty arms & kissed her rosy lips fiercely. On her part she invaded his mouth with her tongue & their tongues orchestrated a wanton waltz. She was being loved after years. It was a special moment for her.

Sher Khan suddenly saw that the door of his room was open. He ran to close it.

Pushpavati was irritated by this break in love making. She fiercely hugged Sher Khan & started scratching his back with her sharp nails.

"You're a real bitch aren't you?" said Sher Khan with a wanton smirk on his face. Pushpavati smiled.

He then tore her blouse & started sniffing her neck. He also started tickling her waist. Pushpavati giggled wildly.

"What will the Pathan do to me?" said Pushpavati animatedly.

"The Pathan will open the flood gates of desire," replied Sher Khan.

They both laughed heartily. Then Sher Khan stripped her blouse. Her busty & firm breasts were now visible. They were waiting to be ravished. Sher Khan grabbed them with his fists & started pressing them firmly.

"Ah! Yes Pathan. Take me. You like that don't you? You like to deflower a royal lady! Fiddle me you brute," said Pushpavati mad with immense lust.

Sher Khan now started undressing her. He undressed her saree while she undressed his dhoti. Pushpavati was awestruck by the Pathan's mighty prick. It was really big, circumcised & thick. Even her husband's prick wasn't that humungous & it was uncut.

She grabbed his giant prick & started rubbing it with her tender hands while Sher Khan was busy fondling her breasts & licking her armpits. She was heavily titillated.

Sher Khan then grabbed her hair & ordered, "Come on your highness. Let's give you something new. Take me in your mouth."

Pushpavati giggled & replied, "I like new things. Give it to me Pathan."

Sher Khan made her kneel, grabbed her hair more tightly & inserted his mighty prick in her mouth. He pushed himself fiercely inside her mouth. He made her choke on his Pathan prick.

"Aargh, aargh," moaned Pushpavati as she worshipped his phallus & continued to choke on it.

Sher Khan then pulled himself out. He then kissed her fiercely again.

He then laid Pushpavati down on his grand bed.

"Let me explore your cunt princess & rekindle your passionate desires," said Sher Khan as he started going down to Pushpavati's cunt.

Before reaching her cunt, he used his tongue to tickle her navel. Pushpavati moaned in pleasure.

He then reached his destination. Slowly he started using his tongue to stimulate her clitoris.

"Aah! Oh how I've yearned for this pleasure. Love me Pathan. Love me like a man. Oh God! Aah," moaned Pushpavati as the sturdy Pathan fucked her smmothly with his tongue.

He slowly inserted his index finger in her wet cunt.

"Yes! Yeah. You are awesome Pathan," cried Pushpavati. She was really enjoying this saga. And she deserved it. Being loved is the right of every young women.

Sher Khan then parted her legs apart & said, "Now is the homecoming. Your exile is over princess. The desert will be submerged today. Get ready for liberation."

Pushpavati grabbed his hair & said, "Enter into me mighty warrior. Break this eternal dry spell of mine. Love me & ravish me. I can't bear the pain of loneliness anymore."

Sher Khan caressed her face & slowly started invading her cunt. He could feel the wetness of it.

"Aah! Yes. Love me tender you God of lust. Plant your seed in me," moaned Pushpavati in desire as Sher Khan started thrusting his phallus into her hot & wet cunt.

He had placed her legs on his shoulders & continued to ravish the seductress widow.

The Pathan then pulled out & instructed Pushpavati, "Ride on me princess."

He then laid down on his bed. They changed positions. Pushpavati prepared to ride on his mighty phallus.

"You're a hungry lion you know that right?" said Pushpavati as she sat on his prick.

"Since the day I heard your voice I wanted to own you my vixen," replied Sher Khan.

She started fucking him in the cowgirl position. She had always been a submissive girl but found a new found pleasure in being dominant. She put her hands on Sher Khan's chest & started thrusting herself on his prick with intense pleasure. Her loins started to burn with ecstasy as the smell of their bodies radiated the entire room.

She discovered new sensations & moaned.

"Oh lord! Yeah just like that. I'm in heaven! Aah. Defile my cunt you filthy foreigner!" cried Pushpavati as she continued riding on Sher Khan enthusiastically.

The Pathan was mightily pleased. He knew that the infidel women of Hindustan were maestros of sensuality. While in Lahore, he had a wonderful experience with a Hindu female of his commander's harem. He learned various exotic sex positions from her. They were born to please it seemed. Pushpavati confirmed this notion.

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