Chapter 237: Easing up Paper manufacturing
Alipur village, Delhi, afternoon of April 24, 1557
As the sun reached its peak, its rays cast a warm glare over the surroundings. A small but armed entourage made its way along a newly constructed cement road. The road, initially wide, gradually narrowed as it veered away from the bustling trade routes toward a remote village nestled in the countryside.
At the forefront of the procession rode Prince Aditya. Beside him was his loyal bodyguard, Bheem, leading the rest of the 200 royal guards.
As the village came into view, the surroundings transformed into a patchwork of fertile agricultural lands dotted with small thatched huts. A wooden barricade marked the temporary boundary of the village settlement.
Just beyond the entrance, an old waterwheel turned steadily on a canal, its rhythmic creaks blending with the hum of activity from a newly built paper mill nearby.
Villagers gathered at the entrance, their eager chatter rising into cheers as they spotted the prince. They were blocked by the elite soldiers and local police militias.
"Look, it’s the prince! Long live His Highness!"
"Welcome, Prince Aditya!"
"Your visit is a blessing!"
Old or young, of any gender or caste, all cheered for their respected prince, who was second only to the emperor.
Aditya felt very grateful. This was his first time visit to this remote visit of the village and yet he was so much reverred in the heart of locals. Basking in glory was really addictive.
He raised a hand in acknowledgment, his composed smile radiating warmth. "Thank you for the kind welcome. I promise to visit and speak with all of you soon. For now, please return to your homes."