Originally posted by: karkuzhali
Chapter 45.
The Story goes thus..
What a superb presentation of the events
The author gives us in detail without any pretense
The much awaited chapter deals with
His mission in chase to find out the truth
Shows his action plans as a clever intelligence officer
And a strong Ustaad, the ruthless warrior.
He tactfully assesses the presence of the killers in the inn
Who follow him, only to be killed minutes within..
He learns quickly from the informer
That the muscleman had met Kunwar Mahendar..
'Was it his intention to seek revenge on the evil man
Or was he also after the Shehenshah's Farmaan?'
With these thoughts hovering in his mind
He decides to probe further into it to find
The motive of the Prince with proper evidence
Outlining his plans to his mate with diligence..
Reading his 'Thank you' note several times a day
She is in a joyous mood among her maids so to say
It is a treat to read how the author has penned the scene
The lovely conversation with her maids who are so keen..
'They dropped to the floor like a pile of autumn leaves..!'
What lovely similes she has up in her sleeve!
She receives the message that he is returning home
She gets ready to receive her husband, the most handsome!
They share some sweet moments between them
In the privacy of their chamber , the house of their dream
He enjoys the luxury of life he never had before
Devouring the food served by his wife , the dishes galore
He makes up his mind and asks her about the kunwar
She reveals everything about him as her answer
'His look made me want to wrap my veil five times over..'
' The prince will regret the way he treated you' utters her lover..
Elsewhere the secret messenger escapes from the safe house
The Mansabdar in Parnagarh is yet to receive the news
Will he go and meet the Kunwar as per his plans?
Or will his mission be thwarted by the Ustaad's strong hands?
The answers are with our wonderful author
Who stands to comparison to no one whosoever
Like what Heera says about Akbar's apetite
Let any evil eye on her be warded off straight!
Karkuzhali.
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