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A Modern Prince in Ancient India

Follow a young modern Indian guy into the complexities of ancient India. Follow him to take India at the Top of the world. Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction that explores historical events within the context of a parallel Earth. Any similarities to real-world historical occurrences are purely coincidental and are a product of the author's imagination. The intent is to offer an alternate perspective on history and should not be construed as an accurate representation of actual events. Reader discretion is advised. This is a slow Paced Novel. If You Want to read more chapters Ahead Go to : patreon.com/AARYAN_PATHAK

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Chapter 2 Meeting the Gods

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In that surreal moment, I saw a light. Drawing on the narratives of countless novels, I headed toward it. As I approached, something peculiar came into view. I saw three majestic and divine figures staring at me. I felt somewhat uncomfortable, and fear gripped me as I wondered who these three majestic and divine beings were.

The first one spoke, "Young one, welcome. I am a god of your land and life."

The second one followed, "And I am the god of technology and wealth."

The third one chimed in, "I am the god of development and war."

The first one continued, "We are the gods who oversee the development of your land, India. At the time of your death, your thoughts were about people and the development of the country, not any selfish desire."

The second one continued, "You possess admirable qualities, and India was destined to be a superpower, bringing peace to the world."

The third one, with a hint of anger, added, "But in the past, those white humans, i.e., the British, attacked India, looted it, and set back its development by a hundred years."

After hearing his anger, I was fearful and also angry at those Britishers.

The second one spoke, "We saw your life and your contribution to flourishing India. We also had to watch your life because,"

The first one continued, somewhat sheepish, "our junior made a mistake. You were not supposed to be dead. In the future, you would develop several things and devices and become one of the most beloved figures in the land of India, later becoming the Prime Minister and living to the ripe age of 93 with a beautiful wife and three children."

I felt an overwhelming sadness. I wanted to blame that junior, but what could I do? I was just left with sorrow.

Seeing my distress, the third one spoke, "So, to rectify this mistake, we want to give you a new life in Parallel India. Things would be different there, but..."

Listening to his words, I was becoming happy, but the pause at 'but' was making my throat dry.