Chapter 1
Is there anything in the world more passionate and humane than war? My mind has always wondered about it. People say love is the key to a man's heart, but all I ever received in this world by God's Mercy is the emotion of hate in people.
My name is Ghulaam, it means a slave, I was not named with such an honorable title, rather that's just what my new family called me when they picked me up from the wild jungle where my mother threw me.
My mother was a fascinating character, religiousness was her virtue, but the potentness of her prayers and the Mercy of God never went further than her neck. She considered me a Doshi (a deceiver) when I was born to her, simply for the reason that one of my eyes is Purple and the other normal Black.
She believed it was God's Will to make an evil deceiver such as me at the ripe age of 7 to be destroyed. Hence, she abandoned me in a jungle. There I was found by a man named Yamdud, he was tall, and charismatic, with a penchant for young boys he could mold into future warriors and sell to the Sultan.
He was in the jungle hunting for some local beasts he could take home to his family when he found a bipedal beast in me. Without hesitation, he knocked me out put me on his cart, and took me to his house.
His family consisted of his wife, his parents, and his daughter, who was 6 when I first entered this house, seemingly I have spent more than 11 years at this place, and they have become my new family, although Yamdud despite acting like my surrogate father, ensured that I didn't forget that the only way I could honor his hospitality is to become a killing machine for his sake.
He used both psychological and physical terror on me to ensure I was completely controlled by him, being chased by his hunting dogs daily, followed by a cold bath under a nearby waterfall.
These 11 years of torture weren't as bad though, because there was someone in the family who I thoroughly enjoyed, and that was his daughter, Haseena, she has grown into a beautiful young woman who I admire and dare I say even have a crush on.
The best day of my week is usually Wednesday when the entire family goes to the bazaar together, although for a while now it seems that Yamdud has been leaving me and Haseena alone.
I have known Yamdud for about 11 years now, and I know how his mind works, there is no way he left his daughter in such proximity to me, he has always made sure Haseena called me brother, and our initial relationship was more of a sibling bond than something more romantic.
Yet every time he leaves us alone nowadays, my heart races, this racing however is different, it's more gentle, there is a hint of fear in it but nothing more vulgar and profane similar to when Yamdud sends his hunting dogs after me.
I realize that Haseena is an innocent woman, every time I look at her, I find something new to admire. I do wonder if she feels similar to me, she always calls me her brother but even she realizes that she is a woman and we aren't related to each other.
This Wednesday, Haseena is wearing something more unique, i think Yamdud has been slave-catching a lot recently since he has been buying her expensive clothes. She has beautiful blonde hair with a tinge of goodness to it, a slim figure with a luscious waist, and a face to die for.
I would be lying to myself if I said that I prefer her face to her body, indeed she is a beautiful woman by face due to hailing from a noble family, but the plumpness of her lips is nothing in front of the swinging of her hips when she walks. The way she talks is seducing in its way, there is always a voice in my mind that I shouldn't seduce her or take advantage of her innocence
But her body and her father's behavior with me has ensured that I would ruin her if someday Yamdud didn't come home soon...
