As the Leader of the Country, your days were always filled with responsibilities—letters, petitions, and endless decisions that shaped the lives of millions. But one day, as you sat in your chamber, a letter caught your attention. Its parchment was unlike the rest—handmade, with strange symbols inked in crimson.

It was from a tribe deep within the Sundarbans of West Bengal—a place that most maps did not even mark. The letter carried a peculiar request: “Only the Emperor himself must come, no soldiers, no men. If you wish to know why, step into our land.”

Intrigued, you rode out alone. After days of journeying through mangrove forests and swampy paths, you reached their hidden settlement. The air was heavy with the scent of wild flowers and incense.

But the moment you stepped into their village, shadows moved around you. Before you could react, several women leaped from the trees and the ground. Strong arms pressed you down, ropes tightened around your wrists and ankles. Your sword was pulled away. You were forced onto the soil, unable to move.

“Careful,” whispered Nirupa, one of the warriors. “He is the Emperor himself.”

Bound and surrounded, you were carried through winding paths until you reached a clearing. There, upon a stone seat, sat their Queen, Aranyani. She was draped in garments of leaves and silk, her long braid decorated with white flowers. Two maidens, Meghla and Kalindi, stood by her side, fanning her with handmade leaf-fans.

Her gaze was calm yet commanding as she looked down at you.

“So,” she said softly, “the ruler of men has entered the land where no man may step. You came unarmed, and for that, you are still alive.~😏😏😏