Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology-Chapter 954: Hawaii Riots

To say that the life of Prakash Varma was full of ups and downs is putting it lightly.

Prakash is a son of a lowly barber who was working under a local landlord, but when His Majesty purged all the corrupt landlords and nobility classes in the then Vijayanagara Empire in the 50’s, his father and himself were freed from the constant servitude without any pay, which they were suffering since they were born.

Sadly, though, the Brahma’s writing on his forehead didn’t seem to be too good, because only a year after their landlords had died, his father caught a rare disease and died soon after, leaving him, a 12-year-old boy, alone to fend for himself.

Thankfully, when the land was distributed to the people working under the landlords, his father had received over 20 acres of fertile land, and after his father’s death, he inherited it. Sadly, he didn’t know what to do with the land since he was not from a farming family, and he didn’t know how to farm.

And even if he wanted to take on his family’s work and open a barbershop, he had not learnt all the skills of his father to be proficient in it, not to mention he was still only 12 years old.

At this time, when he was clueless and did not know what to do, his distant uncle offered to help him. Given that Prakash did not have anyone to rely upon and he was looking for someone to guide him through the tough times, he took up on his distant uncle’s offer and let him manage the land.

At this time, Prakash did not realise that his so-called distant uncle was simply a snake who wanted to gobble up the fertile land for himself, but when he found out about his true colours, it was already too late.

A few months after his distant uncle started to manage his land for him, he took him to a land audit office, which at that time he did not know that it was an office that handled matters of land registration, transfer, lease and rent, but his uncle claimed that he would be signing the document in order to avail the fertiliser subsidies given by the government. Prakash knew that the government was indeed giving the fertiliser since he heard people in his village talk about it, so he did not doubt his uncle and simply signed the document with a thumbprint.

After that day, his uncle no longer treated him the same.

"Cook me some rice, you trash!!"

It started with casual scolding, but it eventually got as harsh as hitting him whenever he felt like it.

Prakash could no longer take it and threatened his uncle to take back his right to manage his own farm, but unfortunately, his uncle laughed at his threat and kicked him out of his own farmhouse.

"Your farm? Haha, it’s already mine, you lowlife."

It was only then that he got to know that what he signed was not a purchase agreement for the government subsidies but the sales deed of the land he had inherited from his father. For the second time in his life, at only 13 years of age, he was heartbroken.

At that time, the law and order were not too sound, there were no courts to sue his uncle or to sue the civil servant who took benefits from his uncle to deceive him.

Still, he knew he had to do something as his heart was seething with rage,

"Just you wait!!"

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, and directly walked to the police station 28 km away over 2 days without food or shelter and complained about what happened to the police. Thankfully, although in hindsight the police were not too useful, they were still of some help, since even though they were not able to undo the sale of land since at the time there were no provisions for such a thing, not to mention the empire was in a sensitive time and the police were ordered by the newly formed government to suppress disputes as much as possible, he was still given a sum of money as hush money by his venomous distant relative.

The money was nowhere near the worth of the land, but it was still large enough for a 13 year old boy like him to survive for several years, but after two major life ending disasters he encountered in only a span of a year, he knew he could no longer be ignorant and carefree, so he spent nearly half of his money, settled in the nearby city and resolutely joined a school.

He still believes that this was the most correct decision he had ever made, because as he continued to study, he unintentionally began to grow in the social ladder.

Finally, over eight years ago, he graduated from BIT Warangal and joined the civil service. Thanks to his high qualifications, he was directly given the post of a district-level civil servant with high honours and salary. He even changed his surname to a much more imposing Verma to avoid highlighting his caste, which he was not too proud of.

A few years passed, and it reached the late 50s and early 60s when the judicial reforms happened. It was time for him to take revenge,

"I have not forgotten yo,u dear Un...cle"

Prakash located his distant relative, who had, after all those years, become a small landlord in the village and the civil servant who had become the manager of the land audit bureau and sued them both, and located the police officer who had retired to act as a witness. He won the lawsuit, his distant uncle was jailed for several years, and the civil servant was directly removed from his job and blacklisted throughout the government.

Prakash felt extremely comfortable at that time; he even got married to a beautiful high caste lady, but sadly, a few years later, after his distant relative was released from prison, he encountered his third tribulation.

At that time the crackdowns were happening on civil servants and intelligence agents for corruption, Prakash did not know how his uncle got to know about the information, but his uncle somehow stuffed over 5000 Varaha, which was a lot of money at that time, into his work cupboard exactly at the time when the raid happened.

He got caught, but fortunately, he was eventually given the chance to prove his innocence. He searched frantically and desperately to find any clue that could help him prove his innocence, and in the end, maybe it was God’s grace, he did find it. The cleaning lady who usually cleans his office apparently saw someone enter his office early in the morning before office hours.

Knowing that there could have been a mistake in his case, the police officers searched the trails, figured out from learning the story from the cleaning lady, and a subordinate of his distant relative was finally caught. Pulling onto this thread, his uncle was eventually caught, but what was shocking was apparently his uncle was a bigger crook than he thought, because when the police caught his uncle, they caught him with loads of gold and jewellery which was stolen from nearby temples.

"A dog’s tail cannot go straight, and a dog on a throne still eats shit." This proverb suddenly came to his mind.

Prakash was eventually cleared of his suspicion, and his uncle was directly put to death.

Winning the case and proving himself as innocent gave him a popularity boost within the government, and he began to rise in ranks extremely quickly, and eventually it got him to the place where he is now, as the governor of Hawaii.

"Bang!!" "Bang!!" "Bang!!" "Bang!!"

Hurried knocks were heard at the door. Prakash was startled awake, his wife was awoken as well, but he quickly asked her to continue to sleep. He got up, put on his pyjamas, and opened the door with a serious look.

There was only one person who could reach him in his house, and that person would not disturb him so rudely if there was nothing serious.

As expected, the moment he opened his door, the butler shouted out, "Your Excellency, riots have broken out in all five islands of Hawaii. The riots are being led by the Ali’i’s and some priests."

Prakash was immediately startled.

"What!!!"

"How could that be?"

"Aren’t these chiefs and priests treated very well? Why would they suddenly riot?"

The butler looked panicked, "I don’t know, Your Excellency, but the rioters are in the thousands."

Countless thoughts ran through his mind.

’Is this some sort of a ploy by the English or the French or maybe...the Dutch, are they going to attack the islands now?’ His heart began to race as he began to feel restless, but in the end, he was a person who had gone through so much in life; how could he take a step back now?

"Alright, I will handle this. You step aside."

He immediately contacted his subordinate and gave out multiple orders.

"Send a firework signal to the captain of the battle group and request him to surround the island and form a protective wall against the possible invaders. Also have him be prepared for evacuation if these riots are simply precursors to the imminent attack from a foreign country."

’Wait!’ An idea suddenly popped up in his mind, and he wished this to be true. ’What if...Just what if I’m thinking too much, and this is simply the action of some idiots?’

He quickly gave out his orders.

"Have the police form defensive perimeters in the major ports of Honolulu, Hilo, Lahaina, and Lihue."

"Call upon the citizens to take up arms and quell the riots as quickly as possible."

The next moment, several fireworks rose up into the sky, visible from several kilometres around the horizon.

The captain of the battle group stationed in Hawaii immediately reacted.

"It’s protocol 24B, all hands on deck, move...move!"

The Bharatiyas who had just woken up were surprised to see the flare rise up into the sky.

Most of the Bharatiya Citizens were trained in military discipline once a month ever since they were in school, not to mention the ludicrous fitness requirements they had to meet, so when the people were aware that riots were occurring in some place of the islands, they quickly pulled out wooden spears, swords, or axes they had in their houses, which was basically a tradition at this point for every Bharatiya, and rushed towards the place where the policemen were rushing.

In the central district of Lihue, the police were outnumbered by the rioters and several of them unfortunately died, but before the rioters could be happy...

"There they are, hit them!!"

The shouts of the angry Bharatiya people who marched forward like an army were heard.

The Bharatiya citizens ran forward without any fear, clashed with the group of rioters in huge force.

"Boom!!"

"Ahhh!"

Screams of the rioters were heard, and soon it was a brutal brawl. The rioters only got to use their guns a couple of times before those who were holding the guns were directly killed, while the remaining participants in the riot were battered so badly that they were bleeding from several places on their bodies.

A similar situation happened in the major cities, which were being turned into defensive fortresses every passing moment, preparing for an enemy force from the outskirts or an ambush from rural areas.

All the rioters in the cities were cleared out within a few hours, and the people of the Bharatiya Empire, with blood still dripping on their fists and wooden weapons, stood at the perimeter ready for another fight, but to everyone’s surprise, no one came to attack them.

Prakash was extremely surprised about the turn of events, so he sent in a few police officers who had participated in the scouting class to find out what was happening in the rest of the islands.

It was only a day of careful investigation later that Prakash knew what actually went down.

The face of Prakash was ugly, but he did not say anything; he simply wrote a letter after going back to his office and sent it to the Bharatiya Empire explaining everything that went down, including the shameless operations of a certain someone.

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