You brought the dark and gloomy dungeons with its horrors and pains alive in this extremely effective chapter. Take a bow dear.đ¤
The descent of the prince from a proud and prejudiced master with conscience in dilemma over his instincts and best judgement against his self importance to a deranged freak and a heartless tyrant has been beautifully described.
Loved certain descriptions and choice of words...
Instead, with every passing hour, the Shehzaade found himself losing a few more grains of peace
The threads of sanity were barely holding up - showing true signs of wearing out. What if those threads were to snap?
The voice of reason ...
When Akbar was around, you rarely suffered from such anxieties'
'Get rid of your ego... and get him out of this case... it's obvious... he spoke these lies because of his love for a girl - nothing beyond that. In the very least spare him for political reasons!
Versus The voice of the devil...
He CANNOT be irreplaceable! No one is indispensable' The Ustaad had served his purpose. He'd find another. Someone BETTER!
The picture of the Shehzade in dilemma was apt. đ
STEP 1.
Enter the sly manipulative wicked deplorable despicable old bat wanting to shut any ray of reason or mercy to enter the Shehzaade's warring mind. Like Manthra feeding Kaikeyi the drops of poison of political insecurity that ended up destroying what was precious to her, the evil black devil in flowing white robes poisons the Shehzade with a lethal dose that kills his sense of justice and blinds him to the truth staring at his face.
1. Khan Sahib has been raising an army with the stashed up money.
2. His men get paid by the Shehzade but defy him on Khan Sahib's orders.
3. There is public support for Khan Sahib and his Sahiba and in comparison Shehzade is rumoured to be weak and indecisive.
Wah FS! Wah! Were you classmates with Manthra and Shakuni mama or were you their tutor?đĄ
STEP 2.
The Shehzade now wants to first prove to himself that he is not weak. Why else would he be coming to her quarters at that time? Probably to convince himself and his conscience that he was not wrong in putting her to death. To deride her for daring to rise in revolt against him, HIM the all powerful and being the cause of the downfall of her Ustaad.
But her natural defense and nascent innocence and humble stance combined with his own principles not to disrespect a respectable woman makes him grant her request and he comes back without spilling his fury and hatred on her. Now that makes him seem weaker in his own eyes.
'Why wasn't i able to be harsh! Am i really weak as FS said it is rumored? No, i am not. I will prove it."
STEP 3.
The poor guards who probably shared a joke and didn't notice his sudden entry...they seemed disrespectful to him and mocking at his weakness. I AM THE BOSS. And i will prove it. This is what you call - Arandavanukku irundathellam pei. (Jo dara hua hai, uske liye chaya bhi bhoot dikhtha hai.) When you wear red goggles everything appears in a shade of red.
The poor unsuspecting guards were doomed to darkness forever and would never know for what. ( What will you call that Rosejaan... how would their families feel... that is royalty.)
STEP 4.
The fury that stemmed from FS's poison and rekindled by his inability to refuse and insult Heera and fanned into a wildfire at the guards' seeming mockery was all directed to the unsuspecting Khan Sahib whose skin he ripped apart by the barbed whip and soul he ripped by his unfair and biased ego.
The whips...the whips...oh my...dear Sahiba...you made them so real that we felt the pain. The little by little shattering of Khan Sahib's spirit and body... the bloodied stone walls and the hardened jailors were shocked beyond belief at the Shehzaade's insanity. We are all but Khan Sahib's well wishers. Aapne tho hamara haal behaal kar diya.
The memories of being flogged in childhood...the very man who restored his self esteem and erased the pain of those scars, now tearing and ripping his self esteem again with a barbed whip and giving him more pain and scars...đđ
Every drop of blood spilled will take away any remnants of loyalty AMK still possesses. The Shehzade has now given him valid and irrefutable reasons to consider the debt of devotion repaid.
Every drop of blood spilled has made the Shehzade fall in his own eyes. Instead of satiating his pride, they only made him feel worse.
Every drop of blood spilled has garnered a thousand drops of tears. Kya likhi hai aapne...đ
Again certain choice of words were very powerful...
His throat was stuck with the most painful lump he'd ever dealt with - for the stony wall staring him that instant appeared softer than the heart of his former-master.
Turn what would have otherwise been an unpleasant ordeal, into the most excruciating one of his young life.
Perspiration drenched the skin on his neck, while terror sponged out his life dry from within.
But like guilt on a dirty conscience, the blood stayed. Stuck in the nooks of his nails. Stuck between the webbing of his fingers. It just wouldn't go!
Excellent writing Authoress Sahiba. You have proved the power of the pen. How much pain it could cause...even more than the sword.
Now the Shehzade has crossed the limits of cruelty that he himself realises that the stains are indelible. I have always wondered at why he is the Shehzade and not the Shehenshah at the time of the story. Yes. He needs to be answerable to a higher authority. When the rebellion rises in favour of Heera by the Hindu majority, he will face the consequences of his madness. He will need Heera and AMK to help him. Fingers crossed.
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