Chapter 2: From Hostel to Peacock Throne

When I woke up, I—a modern university student—had become a Maharaja in ancient India.

For a moment, the memory of my small hostel room—fan whirring, clothes strewn everywhere, the faint smell of Maggi—faded into the rich scent of sandalwood, the weight of a golden necklace around my throat. My new body, draped in brocade and silks, felt alien. I nearly pinched myself, half-expecting my friend Rohan to barge in yelling, "Chal yaar, bunk the lecture!" But it was only the gentle whisper of palace maids adjusting the curtains.

And I was even stuck with a "lose the kingdom" system.

There was only one mission:

Unlock the achievement of losing the kingdom, as long as I kept myself alive.

I thought, isn't this a piece of cake?

Isn't it just about being a foolish ruler?

As a modern university student, if there's one thing I'm good at,

it's slacking off—it's practically a survival skill.

After all, I’d mastered it: last-minute assignment uploads, group projects I barely showed up for, Netflix marathons that lasted till sunrise. How hard could this be, with royal servants to boot?

As long as I neglected government affairs, promoted corrupt babus, let bribery run wild,

and indulged in extravagance, ignored my duties, and made the people suffer,

wouldn't losing the kingdom just be a matter of time?

I rolled up my sleeves, full of enthusiasm.

Determined to become the most accomplished ruler ever—to lose his kingdom!

A strange ambition, perhaps, but in this mad world, what choice did I have? I imagined my college WhatsApp group now: "Bro, check out my new job title!" If only they knew…