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đ˛Dinner with Mahendar will at least be a challenge as i can try to poison him.đDinner with Jodha begum... and then nondhu noodles aagi, head directly to Mt.Kailash??đĽş
( a novel by Lashy)
How the novel unfolded..( continues from P 59)
Chapter 27- Part I. The Chase.
'We w... were planning to... we w... were coming to the capital to meet the Shehzaade... we are not planning to put up a fight...' her heart was pounding so loudly, she could barely hear her own words 'we are happy to give him access to mine the valleys...all we ask, is that our lives, our homes and our fields be spared... as it is, you have the Farmaan... You have taken away my sister's life...'
'Anyway, not interested in that silly document...' Khalil sighed 'Huzoor had his best spies... even our best officer... keeping a close eye on you and your people, over the past few weeks... when THEY couldn't find the Farmaan... our Huzoor lost patience too! So YES...' he spat near her foot 'this conversation IS A WASTE OF TIME!'
'Best officer... keeping a close eye... over the past few weeks...'
The colour on her skin became pale. And paler. Till it'd faded to a ghastly white as the air from her lungs was steadily sucked out.
'Khan Sahib? Could he be the...'
'Oh... God... no...' She suddenly clutched her chest. Maybe because she did not know what else to do or how else to react. Maybe because she wanted to search for her heart - since it was beginning to feel awfully hollow within.
Just then, her mind went blank. It was too terrifying to face her own thoughts - more terrifying than the sight of the savage ogre that stood in front. A white sheet blinded her vision and her head began spinning.
If Dhani, who was kneeling nearby, had not caught her in time, Heera would have collapsed upon the floor.
In isolation...
...sometime later, she was crudely nudged towards the foot of a tree.
'Which direction have they brought me in?' her foggy senses wondered, while her hands were being bound 'We walked uphill... but not too far from the camp...' She cast a couple of sly glances over her shoulder. But it was pitch black and all that was visible, were hazy images of grey thickets.
Oh God!' she lamented the humiliation she'd had to bear at the hands of these monsters. She cried, frightened and uncertain. She cried for her people, for poor Gokul, and for her jiji. And she cried about the unresolved doubts and feelings about Khan Sahib that simply refused to go away.
...
She cried till the time her throbbing head could take it no more and her swollen eyes involuntarily closed shut - till sheer exhaustion forced her to succumb to slumber.
It was past midnight. The air was chilly, but his breath was as feverish as the desert noon, his skin flushed to a fierce red.
Suddenly, something came over him and he stopped before a high branch. On the spur of the moment, he made a sharp tug at the reins, forcing his horse to take a left. The young man was now deviating from the typical routes, plunging right into the heartlands of these remote forests. 'We might have to search here...'
The opportunity was here. Luck was still on her side. Probably best to finish it now.
So, she set her plan into action.
'The Marwari racer...'
Discreetly pulling out the yellow kerchief from the side of her skirt, she unfurled it open on her lap. With her wrists tied and her eyes barely able to see what she was writing, the lady had to use her fingers to guide her.
Dabbing out whatever kohl she could from the edges of her eyes, she used it as ink to scribble a message. But half way through the first word 'Help', her fingertips were dry. The kohl had run out. 'What else can I use to write... maybe my blood?'
Heera peeped around, searching for something she could use to prick her fingers, when something sharp poked her elbow instead.
It was a wild berry plant. She'd found her 'Ink'
Before long, she'd crushed a few berries between her fingertips, using its juice to trace the 'Help' on the cloth, followed by rough directions - co-ordinates that might direct someone - anyone - to them.
Letting the dye dry, Heera tucked the kerchief back in and went on to remove the anklets from her feet. Hush as a mouse, she stood up - her eyes fixated upon the silhouette of the sleeping guard throughout, watching for signs of movement.
Thankfully, they did not move.
'Ma Bhavani... please help us...' was all she could say, as she started out on this quest.
And slowly but surely, a couple of other horses behaved in similar fashion - breaking out into low noises - the noises they made whenever they recognised one of their 'own', out there in the distance.
But, how could it be? One of HIS horses? Out there?
'Go on, Bahadur...' he let out a sharp whistle 'go bring it back here...'
By the time the young man's fingers had counted to forty, Bahadur was visible again, returning with another steed by its side.
'The Marwai racer? The Sahiba's horse?' Akbar's eyes widened 'Without a rider?'
Akbar looked up, into the Marwari Racer's long eyes. 'My friend' he whispered, his voice overwrought with emotion 'You will take me to her, wouldn't you?'
And faster than the wind was how fast he rode...
In Isolation...
Worn-out and spent, Heera let her body fall back on the rubble in defeat. She had attempted to run, she had attempted to hide. She had kicked him off, and scratched at his eyes. She'd tried reaching for the knife tucked behind her skirt, to slice his throat. And when that had failed too, she'd tried bringing the poison ring close to her lips to take her own life. However, her aggressor being far bigger and bulkier in comparison, meant that all those efforts had been thwarted right away.
After having fought long and hard, the young lady could fight him no more.
The chase...
All of a sudden, his attention was jolted towards a mild scuffle in an isolated part of the camp, behind the campfires. Through the flames of his torch, when his blazing eyes realised what was going on, when he realised who the two shadows could belong to, his brows narrowed into the fiercest glare.
'YA ALLAAAH...' An explosive anger rumbled from his core, tearing through his body 'Khalil...' he snarled through his teeth like a man possessed, charging ahead to stop the kind of horrors that he guessed Khalil was trying to inflict upon his woman 'NOOO!'
He had to stop Khalil NOW. From HERE.
TWAAA NNN GGG!!!!
He had just taken the most dangerous aim of his life mid-air!
A brief while later...
...it was these last ten steps towards her lifeless form that were the toughest part of this entire journey.
'God!' his voice shuddered, thick with emotion. What had they done to her? What had they reduced her to?
Having always known her as a lady of position and power, having always seen her in such a dignified form - it ripped his heart to pieces to find her in such a state, so humiliated and battered.
Once the sack was brought over, the young man removed a large shawl from within and flipped it open. With tender palms, he then draped it over her clothes.
'Lord...' his chest heaved as he took in a deep breath - ...Tucking his left hand under the arch of the neck, he carried her up. Cradling her limp body within his arms, he thus walked towards the crowded camp, seeking out its tents to shelter her from the open air.
Two weeks ago, he thought he'd never see her again. Two weeks later, here she was, so close to him, unaware that her vulnerably cold body was deriving warmth from his. Unaware that the very man who'd ingloriously turned her away had returned to pull her out from the jaws of evil and death. Unaware that he'd risked everything, vowing to protect her from these sinister forces forever.
'I'm sorry I turned you away then... but... I'll answer your question today...'
'...you asked, if I recall what happened between us?
'Sahiba, there's nothing else that I've been able to recall so fondly, ever since...'
Good night, darling Periyamma! Have a lovely night!â¤ď¸
Thank you for How the novel unfolded : Chapters 26 and 27đ
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