Now Only One Man Can Save Ashok.... - Page 2

Originally posted by: Kaana

I think Ahankara's brother will save Ashok.
Don't ask me how. If voodoo crap is possible why not this?
The baby if point a finger at Sushim but before then as usual the witness will be killed, Khallu will kill the child.

Originally posted by: Rishi_

There are only 2 possibilities:

1. Ashok will die: That will be great if it actually happens. After that let Dastaan come and kill everyone and the story is finished. We'll be saved of this everyday torture.

2. Ashok will survive: More tortuous drama to follow. Dumbosar and Dumbma can cry and Noor, Helena, Dastaan give evil looks for the next 3-4 months.

So let's chill and not think too much!!!😆

Originally posted by: Kaana

Anything new dude?

Originally posted by: shyam09

This would make a good story.

Once upon a time there was a baby named Babloo. Babloo loved his sister a lot because he had no other kin. Both his parents were killed because they placed their trust in a bunch of conniving, twisted serpents. He was constantly tortured by Sushim and nearly everyday, he would see a huge knife placed at his throat.

One day, little Babloo was given away to some random stranger. He cried and cried. Then he found himself in the arms of a friendly person who kept saying some words that sounded much like -"Sha" and "Maa". For some reason he felt very comfortable and safe, much like when he was in the arms of his sister.

His eyes awoke by a scream and a clash of metal sounds. His vision was blurry but he could see a blue guy and another guy fighting it out while his sister was watching with fear in her eyes. He watched her as she stabbed the blue guy.

"You will not hurt me or my brother anymore," she screamed.

Days later, Babloo was once again awakened by a bald man with horrible breath.

"Listen Baby. I want you to point to Ashok," he tapped on Ashok's portrait, "when I ask you a question. Let's do some testing."

The bald man was Khallatak, the Chief Queen's secret admirer and a minister in the courts of Bindusar.

"Who attacked Sushim?" Khallatak tapped on Ashok picture.

Babloo lifted his hands and pointed it towards Ashok's face.

Khallatak then lifted Sushim's picture and asked, "Who is Sushim?" He said, this time tapping Sushim's portrait.

Babloo lifted his hands once more and pointed towards Sushim.

"Good good." Khallatak observed. From the corner, Charumitra stood, her eyes fixed on Babloo. He was reacting perfectly now, but now isn't what mattered. If this trash of a traitor's child happened to screw up when Bindusar was around, this could mean serious troubles for her plans.

"Don't worry my sweet --" Khallatak caught his tongue. "My sweet plan will not fail, your highness."

"Even so, if this trash screws up even a slight amount, we will all be where Ashok stands. Don't screw up all that I have built so far."

Khallatak pondered for a second and then pulled out a long sword. Placing the blade on Babloo's neck, he whispered, "Listen you piece of garbage, the only reason why you're still alive is because of Maharani Charumitra. Otherwise, there wouldn't be anything wrong with killing a traitor like you. You do as we say and your life is saved, your sister's life is saved. You do anything opposite to that, we'll make your life hell. We won't kill you, we'll just make you our little punching bag. Your cries and your tears would scream for mercy if not death, but death won't come so easily. We'll torture you, then heal you, then torture you even more, and then heal you. Again and again and again. And then think about your sister. She wouldn't even be able to care for you because she'll be going through her own personal hell as well. She'll be thrown into a brothel, and every night will be her suhag raat."

Babloo looked at Khallatak with wide eyes. Of course Babloo didn't understand anything, but the tone was enough for Babloo to understand that if he didn't point properly when the appropriate time came, something bad was going to happen.

A few days later came the ultimate day. Ashok's fate was to be decided by a baby who had been born but a few weeks / months ago.

"Tell precious Babloo, who killed Sushim?" And he lifted up Ashok's image.

Babloo closed his eyes and pointed. Gasps went up in the royal family. Babloo had pointed to Bindusar. He saw Ahankara smile softly and relax a bit.

"Forgive me Samrat, this child is ..." Khallatak murmured, his head hanging low. He turned to the baby once more.

"Ok, you devil. Tell me who killed Sushim."

Babloo giggled and pointed at Bindusar once more. It wasn't random as the first time, Bindusar did stand out compared to the other guys there.

Bindusar's eyes twitched. "What the hell is the meaning of this Mahamatya? Do you think this baby as a witness? Or is this an attempt to humiliate me?"

Khallatak froze with fear. "My apologies Samrat. He was reacting fine earlier." He thought back.

"Ah-ha!" He exclaimed. And he once again asked the question, this time tapping Ashok's picture. But Babloo was having fun watching Khallatak piss his pants so he pointed to Bindusar once more.

"Khallatak!!" Bindusar bellowed. The minister froze. Every part of his body trembled and shook.

Khallatak grabbed a knife and quickly approached Babloo. "You brat, DIE!!!" he cried. But Babloo had enough. He yelled out, "Babloo Power!" and transformed into a small, yellow mouse with a lightning shaped tail and two large red dots on his cheeks.

"Bbaaa Bbbaaa Baabbbaalllooo!!!" And a thousand volts of electric energy shot out of the red dot and covered him in yellow electricity. "Baabbblllooo" he yelled once more and the electric energy shot off towards Khallatak, frying him completely.

The end.

sigh ... i don't know what's wrong with me ...😆😆

Originally posted by: shyam09

If an alive Ashok can't bare to see anything happen to the Mauryan even BEFORE he was a prince, and if an alive Prince Ashok can't bare to see anything happen to his Mauryan family, then what makes you think that a dead ghostly Prince Ashok won't be saving the Mauryans from Dastaan 🤣 🤣 🤣.

Ashoka Hai Ashoka. He will come back-a ... from the dead-a. 😆😆

Originally posted by: Kaana

Good thoughts friend.
But CVs don't have this much brains.

Originally posted by: shyam09

This would make a good story.

Once upon a time there was a baby named Babloo. Babloo loved his sister a lot because he had no other kin. Both his parents were killed because they placed their trust in a bunch of conniving, twisted serpents. He was constantly tortured by Sushim and nearly everyday, he would see a huge knife placed at his throat.

One day, little Babloo was given away to some random stranger. He cried and cried. Then he found himself in the arms of a friendly person who kept saying some words that sounded much like -"Sha" and "Maa". For some reason he felt very comfortable and safe, much like when he was in the arms of his sister.

His eyes awoke by a scream and a clash of metal sounds. His vision was blurry but he could see a blue guy and another guy fighting it out while his sister was watching with fear in her eyes. He watched her as she stabbed the blue guy.

"You will not hurt me or my brother anymore," she screamed.

Days later, Babloo was once again awakened by a bald man with horrible breath.

"Listen Baby. I want you to point to Ashok," he tapped on Ashok's portrait, "when I ask you a question. Let's do some testing."

The bald man was Khallatak, the Chief Queen's secret admirer and a minister in the courts of Bindusar.

"Who attacked Sushim?" Khallatak tapped on Ashok picture.

Babloo lifted his hands and pointed it towards Ashok's face.

Khallatak then lifted Sushim's picture and asked, "Who is Sushim?" He said, this time tapping Sushim's portrait.

Babloo lifted his hands once more and pointed towards Sushim.

"Good good." Khallatak observed. From the corner, Charumitra stood, her eyes fixed on Babloo. He was reacting perfectly now, but now isn't what mattered. If this trash of a traitor's child happened to screw up when Bindusar was around, this could mean serious troubles for her plans.

"Don't worry my sweet --" Khallatak caught his tongue. "My sweet plan will not fail, your highness."

"Even so, if this trash screws up even a slight amount, we will all be where Ashok stands. Don't screw up all that I have built so far."

Khallatak pondered for a second and then pulled out a long sword. Placing the blade on Babloo's neck, he whispered, "Listen you piece of garbage, the only reason why you're still alive is because of Maharani Charumitra. Otherwise, there wouldn't be anything wrong with killing a traitor like you. You do as we say and your life is saved, your sister's life is saved. You do anything opposite to that, we'll make your life hell. We won't kill you, we'll just make you our little punching bag. Your cries and your tears would scream for mercy if not death, but death won't come so easily. We'll torture you, then heal you, then torture you even more, and then heal you. Again and again and again. And then think about your sister. She wouldn't even be able to care for you because she'll be going through her own personal hell as well. She'll be thrown into a brothel, and every night will be her suhag raat."

Babloo looked at Khallatak with wide eyes. Of course Babloo didn't understand anything, but the tone was enough for Babloo to understand that if he didn't point properly when the appropriate time came, something bad was going to happen.

A few days later came the ultimate day. Ashok's fate was to be decided by a baby who had been born but a few weeks / months ago.

"Tell precious Babloo, who killed Sushim?" And he lifted up Ashok's image.

Babloo closed his eyes and pointed. Gasps went up in the royal family. Babloo had pointed to Bindusar. He saw Ahankara smile softly and relax a bit.

"Forgive me Samrat, this child is ..." Khallatak murmured, his head hanging low. He turned to the baby once more.

"Ok, you devil. Tell me who killed Sushim."

Babloo giggled and pointed at Bindusar once more. It wasn't random as the first time, Bindusar did stand out compared to the other guys there.

Bindusar's eyes twitched. "What the hell is the meaning of this Mahamatya? Do you think this baby as a witness? Or is this an attempt to humiliate me?"

Khallatak froze with fear. "My apologies Samrat. He was reacting fine earlier." He thought back.

"Ah-ha!" He exclaimed. And he once again asked the question, this time tapping Ashok's picture. But Babloo was having fun watching Khallatak piss his pants so he pointed to Bindusar once more.

"Khallatak!!" Bindusar bellowed. The minister froze. Every part of his body trembled and shook.

Khallatak grabbed a knife and quickly approached Babloo. "You brat, DIE!!!" he cried. But Babloo had enough. He yelled out, "Babloo Power!" and transformed into a small, yellow mouse with a lightning shaped tail and two large red dots on his cheeks.

"Bbaaa Bbbaaa Baabbbaalllooo!!!" And a thousand volts of electric energy shot out of the red dot and covered him in yellow electricity. "Baabbblllooo" he yelled once more and the electric energy shot off towards Khallatak, frying him completely.

The end.

sigh ... i don't know what's wrong with me ... 😆😆