Life is too short to be dying in a pit fighter's arena. The spectators are thrilled at the sight of mindless violence. Roars of the spectators echo throughout the entire arena - "Niryanam!!!". It means death in their tongue. His foe decides his fate now. Whether he lives...or dies.
An old man walks towards a giant gate. He is in his late 50s. He wears rags for clothing. He pleads with the guards to let him in. Behind the giant gate is an estate. The guards try to drive the old man away. The old boy is stubborn. So naturally the guards use force.
Inside the estate, everything is rather jovial. The main hall is a monolith structure. 6 men are drinking cheap liquor and having a good time. All of them dressed like common cutthroats. They seem to be getting a bit rowdy, harassing the maid and taunting her to sit on their laps. They are all smiles until they hear the door open on the floor above. Their master is here. He looks handsome and well-built. He has a strong jaw and a giant scar on the left side of his skull. His presence is commanding. They all stand up and raise their glasses to greet him. The master wears an expensive robe with a golden crest symbol on either of his shoulders. He looks unamused but puts on a fake grin. Master raises his arms and gestures for them to continue without him. A guard barges in and climbs up the stairs. He rushes to tell the master about the ruckus in front of the main gates.
Guard - "Master! A peasant knocked out one of our guards!"
Master - "Bastards! Call Karni!"
The guard rushes down.
A man wearing black robes walks from within the estate vineyard towards the main gate. One of the guards has been knocked out cold. Not too far from the guard, on the ground lay an old man who has been severely injured. The old man is being dragged away by a young fellow. It seems as though they are related.
The man wearing black robes speaks in a calm yet stern tone - "What are you two doing here?"
The young fellow - "You think you lot are tough when you beat up an old man huh?! Hiding behind a giant gate...come outside and fight like a real man!"
The second guard returns - "Karni, I was looking for you everywhere. These two wimps dared to lay their filthy hands on us."
The man in the black robes is Karni. He has straight long hair and a darker skin tone.
Karni is leaner and also shorter in height than the master. He has a fake right eye. His clothes resemble that of the old mercenary groups. A black robe is worn over the armour to be discreet.
Karni - "Bring them in."
The young man - "We're leaving. We won't ever set foot in that sand castle that you protect!"
Karni - "Quit whining. Do as I say."
The young man - "No!"
Karni - "I know how to do this the hard way boy."
The guard - "Don't want their kind in here! Let's cut them up and dump them somewhere."
Karni - "Do as I command. Bring them in."
Karni is assertive yet attentive. He has a knack for keeping people in line.
Karni looks at the passed-out guard - "Also...get someone to pick him up. He seems to be out cold."
The old man is taken inside the estate's guest room. The old man feels a sense of pride. After all, this could be the first and last time he enters a landlord's estate. All sorts of luxuries can be visible hanging on the walls.
The old man is bandaged up. The master of the estate walks in. He takes a seat in front of the old man.
Master - "Who the hell are you peasants? Why did you attack my guards?"
The young fella enters the room - "We did not attack first! They attacked my father. I asked them to stop. They kept hitting him until he broke his leg. I intervened to save him."
Master is silent. The silence becomes clear. The old man decides to conciliate and speaks - "We mean you no harm sire. I am a humble farmer from the lands of Urvarakshetra. This is my son. He is young and impulsive. Forgive him..."
Master scratches his head - "Alright...no harm done. Why did you come here?"
The farmer - "The men of Keva have taken over our grounds. We were driven away by their men. We have lost our livelihood. The ground belongs to your clan. We need you to drive those goons away from your land. Those grounds are the lone source for our survival."
Master - "It's that desperate huh? Well, why not? I shall see for myself who these Keva are. It sounds like a bunch of bandits. (He looks at the young man) If all the hospitality we provided was up to the mark, then you two can leave...has it been up to the mark, my prince?"
The young boy is signalled by his father to stay silent. The boy keeps his wits to himself.
Master walks out of the room.
The master decides that he'd join his men and share a few drinks. Karni is nowhere to be seen. One of the men harasses the maid. Master immediately warns him and the man has his life flash before his eyes. Master's authority is quite efficient. One glance is enough to invoke nightmares, even if they are his men.
The long table is put in place. The maid brings all of the master's favourite liquor.
Master raises a glass of liquor - "Tomorrow...we...all of us are going for a jaunt across our paddy fields. The fields belong to my father by right and by law. We need to find those bandits and...."
A familiar gnarly voice interrupts the master - "No we don't."
Master - "Father?"
The master's father is an old man, over 60 in appearance, and also has a well-groomed beard. He walks into the main hall.
Father - "So you recognize me? I thought you forgot I existed. You're in charge and whatnot from the looks of things."
Master - "I simply...you know what I'm trying to do."
Father - "Yes. But whatever you're trying to do won't change a thing. I gave up that land."
Master - "(sobers up instantly) But...you...I mean I was never informed."
Father - "I didn't think it was important to inform you. Besides, it is my land. I don't need to consult you before making my decisions."
Master stays silent.
Father - "All of you, out! The brothel's closed. Come back tomorrow. Also from now onwards no alcohol in the main hall. You can take your pals to the backrooms or attics where they belong. Stop staring at me...move!"
All the men leave. The maid cleans up the mess.
Master rests his forehead on his palm. He covers his face, an expression of pure loathing towards his father.
In the realm of Sagarkaar, a prestigious tournament named Ananta Shatam (Infinity Arena) is held, drawing warriors from diverse lands. Amidst the grand spectacle, tensions rise as a new conflict brews over the fertile farming land of Urvarakshetra. As the competition unfolds, alliances form and rivalries ignite, intertwining the fates of participants. As the battles on and off the arena intensify, the warriors must navigate personal desires, loyalties, and the looming threat to Urvarakshetra's peace. The fate of Sagarkaar hangs in the balance as the tournament reveals the true depths of manipulation, gluteny and malice of the people. Will they be capable of overcoming these adversities?
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