HBAS Chat corner - Thread 48 - Page 6

Originally posted by: Kalgi22

Chellam is saying Hi from India..

Originally posted by: selvi1275

Kal...🤗...GRAND WELCOME DEAR. 😳...How is Chennai?...

Originally posted by: lashy

Hi Chellam 🤗

Welcome to Namma Chennai!😉

Sandy's been absent all morning. I wonder if it's because she's been busy preparing all Chettinadu stuff!

Originally posted by: Sandhya.A

That i do everyday.😒

Originally posted by: lashy

Sandy spots someone who looks vaguely like her twin in the busy marketplace.

Parking her scooty, she tucks her saree in and runs over

'Are you Chellam...'

'What?'

'I... I mean Kalgi...'

'What?'

'Wait...' Sandy throws a guarded glance at the mega-bag the young lady was holding 'A...are you Kalgiakka?'

'Whattt?'

'Alright... are you Jalal's 5002 begum?

'Oh YES!' Her eyes finally light up like fireworks 'You mean Kawsi...'

'Ohhh THAT'S your real name?'

'Yesss'

'Omg omg... my long lost twin!'

Originally posted by: lashy

The top edge of the riding shawl pulled firmly over the pointed bridge of his nose, he rolled the reins within the tough lines of his palm, keeping his steed still as he sat, waiting.

Forest birds had long stopped singing - having given up the arena for the howls of wolves and the snarls of leopards now. The wand of the wizard of nightfall had transformed green foliage into a blanket of black clouds, and long twigs into monstrous claws. The slightest stray hint of wind was enough to send the hair on any thick skin standing.

It was eerie.

It was dark.

It was cold.

But colder and darker still were the eyes of the stranger that scoured the deathly woodlands around him, as he sat, waiting for his next victim.

Crack!

A couple of twigs cracked in the distance. He'd expected it - from the way his stallion's ears had stood up, and turned North. Soon enough, the smell of the oil of bark wafted through the mossy air. 'The bandits...' They couldn't be very far. A nuisance they were for travellers and tourists alike. But tonight they might just be the perfect means as he lay his trap.

'Do what you must, but get me the Farmaan... keep it quiet though... after the terrible scandal, we can't afford another one!'

It was not the sort of thing he did. No.

Stealing information was easy. Silencing someone even easier. Secretive. Swift. Smooth. That was his style. But exchanging pleasantries with a lady? Entertaining a noblewoman?

His chest rose and fell from a quiet listless sigh. 'Yes... yes' It WAS a critical assignment - hopefully, it'd be as quiet, swift and smooth as the ones before.

'Hush' The sides of his horse flinched, drawing his attention out. 'Hush... I heard it too... ' he stroked a firm palm along its back 'They're near...'

The Sahiba of Parnargh.

As if revising the facts, the name of the assignment came to his mind. And then his chest rose and fell again. But not from a listless sigh this time. It was from a strange sort of unrest - like a feather caught in the chambers of his chest. Was it a forewarning of some sort? But it didn't feel ominous - oddly enough, he'd experienced 'omens' in plenty of assignments to know! Whatever it was, it was unfamiliar. And it made him uncomfortable.

'Do what you must, but get me the Farmaan...'

Quiet, swift and smooth like the ones before - that'd be his style here too.

He'd make certain of it!

Originally posted by: lashy

What do these pictures remind you of? From HBAS?

1)
There was no doubt that the razzle-dazzle of the royal procession of Manswar had left an impact on all bystanders.

2)

Standing by a high-rise arched jali window on the Eastern side of the palace and flanked by a bevy of delighted maids, Heera watched the blurry chaos of colours and noise - the grandeur not having impacted her in the least.

3)

And anyhow their campsite was a mere 3-hour ride away - thus having made the bazaar an ideal place to stop by and stock up on essentials, since he and his men would be commencing the long journey to Parnagarh soon enough. A journey that would take them through barren lands and many-an-isolated forest, before they reached the valleys on the western end of the Mughal province.

4)

How had he spent the night in that dastardly dungeon?

In the same cell that he'd been holed in for the past week, he'd spent part of the night praying, quite like her - but thinking too.

5)

No... not once did he lose his innate goodness... ask Ibrahim and he'll tell you... Sayyid was a convict... Azeez a pickpocket, falling in bad ways... till Akbar intervened...

6)

Blitzing into the capital, Akbar Mahmoud Khan had charged towards the palace, hoping to meet the Shehzaade .

Originally posted by: selvi1275

🤣

I wanted to ask you, Lashy...how come you didn't remember you're Lashy as well when you came to meet us😆😆😆

Originally posted by: Sandhya.A

Now, this was a beautiful addition to the beautiful picture.👏

The Ustaad waiting in the quiet jungles for the Parnagarh Party so that he could 'casually' play a lone traveller trader rushing through the woods fearing the bandits, meeting them 'by chance' and suggesting Aidabad as the nearest town and directing them to his place...

Ustaad Sahib, while you stood in the dark cold forests waiting in silence, did you in your wildest dreams imagine that your destiny was in the group that would blow you over and bring about a sea change to your life. The destiny that would heal your scars, give you a home and the peace and love that you have always longed for? Did you imagine that you will win the farmaan and lose yourself in the process? Did you know that your Huzoor will gain the valuable farmaan and lose something more precious -You?