The capital
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Was the only audible sound in a chamber full of men, as the shiny edge of a dagger tapped against the table - the 'tap', his personal reminder that time was marching away.
With his left hand resting against his hip, the young man stood tall above the centre table pouring over the detailed map that'd been spread across it. His intent eyes traced outlines and pathways, while the wheels in his head were constantly turning - making thorough calculations and coming up with every possible assumption.
He only had a few titbits of information to work with. But he was determined to use that information well. He was determined to get his facts right first, even if it meant controlling his urges to go charging after Khalil straightaway. Because it was these measures that would eventually save him valuable time. And saving time meant saving lives.
Of course, as an intelligence officer, Akbar was aware that despite all this, there was a possibility that even his best-laid plans might fail. But whenever such dark doubts plagued him, there was that small flicker of light dispelling some of that uncertainty. A soft flicker burning in the depths of his chest, that'd been cocooned from the tension, the anger, the restlessness and the fear rattling other parts of his body. And it was that flicker of hope that kept him going - reassuring him that he would get there before it was too late.
'Hmmm...' Akbar ultimately cleared his throat that'd become parched from worry 'Khalil and his men headed East... which means... they could've taken any one of FOUR routes... so, we'll have to split up into four groups too' he paused 'Sayyid...'
'Yes Ustaad?'
'How many men did Khalil take along with him?'
'About 40 to 50... but, I heard he will be joined by a bigger army later'
'We have only 40 good men available now...' Akbar exhaled, mumbling his thoughts aloud 'if we split ourselves into four groups, we'll only have 10 men in each group... and who knows which group will end up facing Khalil's barbarians!' 10 men against 50 men - the risk was great. Curious, he looked up at his supporters to read their reactions to this unfavourable news.
But, there were no visible signs of fear on their faces. At least not yet.
Impressive!
Akbar then pitched his dagger at a spot on the map 'Every step we take hereafter...' he ran his finger on the wedged blade 'will have to be like the steel of this knife... precise... quick... and quiet... only then can we reach him before its's too late... we have to prevent this from erupting into a full-scale war!' His voice steadily rose 'So, 'ARE you up for it?'
'Yes Ustaad...'
'We WILL stop them!'
'But...' Ibrahim spoke up, once the uproar had subdued 'Khalil is fast... and he has a day's head start... how are we going to catch up with him?'
The young man tied his hands behind his back, a wry frown brewing between his brows.
'Remember the lessons I'd taught you on Mongol warfare?'
'Y... yes...' His eyes slowly lighting up, Ibrahim traded glances with the rest of the men. 'Mongol warfare!' So, THAT is how their master planned to achieve this near-impossible feat of catching up with Khalil. Ingenious!
'Let me elaborate further...' Akbar nodded
'We travel as 40 men... but we will travel on 80 stallions... each man will have an extra stallion riding beside him... as soon as you feel your horse slowing down due to exhaustion, you'll jump onto the empty horse riding beside you... of course, when that horse slows down again, you hop back on the first horse...' he shrugged 'thus, the horses would need fewer stops for rest...'
'Perfect...' his supporters cheered.
'These...' he indicated towards the water pouches that hung onto the belt of every soldier 'empty the water from them...'
The men were baffled.
But, Akbar just smiled.
'Have them filled with fresh milk instead, like the desert tribes do... it'll quench your thirst and give you energy as you ride...' he shrugged 'we'll feel refreshed for longer... thus, fewer stops for breaks!'
'Third...' he allowed the murmurs to subside 'You'll carry plenty of dry fruits and 5 flatbreads each... to eat along the way...' he shrugged 'thus we'll need fewer stops for eating and snacking...'
'Fourth... every town we stop at... one person will go around making enquiries... the rest take a nap... we'll take turns doing this... and we'll need fewer stops for rest...'
'Despite all this, my men... your backs will ache... your legs will feel as if they've been wrung out like ropes... but we'd have to soldier on...' he drew in a deep breath 'I admit, this is MY personal vendetta... my personal war... you might lose your life fighting... yet if you win it for me, I cannot promise you great rewards...'
There was a poignant stillness in the air. A stillness that stayed undisturbed till his husky voice echoed through once again 'NOW tell me... are you still up for it?' he studied their faces closely 'Any doubts and you can drop out right away... I promise, there'll be no hard feelings... but...' he clicked his fingers 'if you come with me, you will have to give this fight your everything!'
For a brief spell, nothing was said.
Till Azeez decided to speak up for the rest. 'YOUR war is OUR war...'
'Yes' Everyone else followed suit.
'Ustaad... your war is OUR war... WE WILL STOP THEM!'
'WE WILL STOP THEM!'
'WE WILL STOP THEM!'
Crossing his arms across his chest, Akbar watched the avid chorus of chants - there was no hesitation in them whatsoever.
His features awash with a fresh glint of pride, he allowed himself a moment to enjoy this sense of achievement. He had mentored some really good men, hadn't he? 'Thank you, Khuda...'
Once the men had left the chamber to make preparations to leave, Azeez slowly walked up to his master.
'Ahem...' he cleared his throat 'So, the Vaid Sahib's prediction DID come true after all!'
His arms still crossed, Akbar warned him with a glare.
But that wouldn't stop the young chap. Instead, he nudged Ibrahim and Sayyid to join in with their inside jokes too.
'Yes Azeez...'
'Our Khan Sahib is going to become the jamaisa of Parnagarh, after all...'
Akbar wasn't too amused. However, the trio could barely bite back on their grins.
In all their years as spies, they'd come across many shocking developments. But none of those developments had blown them away quite as much as their master's open announcement about his marriage to the Sahiba. So, when a rare opportunity had come up to tease him about it, they found it quite difficult to let go.
'Tough to imagine our Sahib as a groom...'
'Tougher to imagine that he's going to be a family man...'
'Toughest though...' snorted Azeez 'is to imagine that our revered Ustaad is soon going to be answerable to a higher power... the Sahiba!'
Bursting out into a fit of chuckles, Ibrahim and Sayyid slapped him on the back 'Well said!'
'By the way, can you imagine how elated chacha jaan would be when he hears of this?'
'The old man would permanently shift his residence to Maharaj Sahib's kitchens...'
'That reminds me... thank you Khuda! We'd finally get to taste good food...'
'Which is why, I cannot wait to welcome bhabhijaan...'
'That's enough...' Akbar held his palm up 'you've had your share of fun for now... groom, marriage, bhabhijaan... these words will not be uttered outside this chamber again... understand?' He kneaded his forehead with a tired sigh 'This marriage is part of a deal... that's all... because, once the Sahiba learns of who I am...'
If their teasing had inspired a whisper of excitement in his voice, it'd completely vanished by this point 'Besides, Huzoor has given me the go-ahead since he did not want to go back on his word shortly after throwing a feast in my honour... but, I'm certain he will be watching me closely... and any slip-ups... well... you know what happens...' he shrugged 'anyhow, let's leave!'
'Oh alright!' they ultimately relented with half-hearted nods. The awkward announcement had come as a dampener. But alas, it WAS true. No doubt, this news was going to cause great upheaval in the Sahiba's life.
Yet and still, they could not help but feel happy for him. They could not help but somehow feel hopeful that that one day, at the end of it all, this new chapter in his life would finally gift Khan Sahib something he truly deserved - happiness.
A clearing in the forests
'So... ' Heera unfurled the first scroll for reference 'I've gone through the documents... and, I would like to talk you through them...' she paused 'anyhow, our people are resting... let's do this when there is still light in the sky... and before our paths split hereafter...'
There was a touch of sadness in her voice as she ended that sentence.
For Gauri and Ratan kaka though, the emotions were far more whelming. As it is, it'd been difficult to get over the anguish of witnessing how their once glorious baisa was reduced to a nomad, travelling the forests in the simple cotton attire of a common maid, her eyes weary from work, her pitiful appearance an apt representation of the true state she was in. But her latest statement 'our paths split hereafter' had brought an altogether new kind of turmoil with it.
'As you say...'
The manager spread out a sheet on the floor and set up his writing kit, ready to jot down her instructions - while Gauri held up the reading lens to assist her mistress.
'First, all crops... whether freshly harvested, stored or milled... must be sold at the market immediately... we can't afford to wait... the small profits we make, will be needed if families are forced to leave in a hurry...'
'Second' she continued dictating 'Please notify my assistants to make and stock medicines from the herbarium'
'Third... our folk must be instructed to pack up their precious possessions... this would made evacuation less chaotic in case of an emergency...'
'Fourth... use the crisis fund to purchase extra bullock carts... they would be useful in transporting the sick, the old and the infants'
And thus the instructions went on and on - detailing what must be done with the temple, the water supply, the sick house and the haveli - till she'd reached the last one. 'My ancestral wealth... a good amount of money there... enough to help the families settle down and start up a new business elsewhere... so... if you haven't heard from me in 20 days' time... please follow these guidelines...'
Heera waited for some form of response from the duo, but she received none. She could understand - the entire experience was very sobering. But what had to be done, had to be done. 'If we don't act now... we might end up slaughtered in bed by Khalil and his ruthless army... so... 20 days... alright? Gauri? Kakasa?'
Gauri was numb. She'd witnessed many tragedies in her service as a maid. Yet, THIS day felt like the most depressing day of all.
Maybe because this young baisa was taking with her, their only remaining hope, as she set out on this extremely perilous journey - a journey that offered very little possibility of her safe return. Worse, these set of instructions she was leaving behind, were all distressing reminders of the fact that the longstanding legacy of Parnagarh was inching towards its end.
'Yes' Gauri nodded, her glimpses faltering aside. She had just enough strength to keep herself from breaking down, but not enough strength to be able to meet eyes with her best friend as she bid her a morose farewell.
Ratan kaka, on the other hand, lacked that amount of grit 'Bitiya...' he sniffled into his shawl 'come with us... we'll vacate Parnagarh together... we value your life greater than anything else...'
'Kakasa...' Heera offered him a soft smile as consolation 'as the only surviving leader of our clan, is it not my duty to try and secure my people's homes and lands... even I have to risk my life while trying? The only weapon left in my arsenal is diplomacy, which I must use before it's too late...' she watched with a heavy heart, as he hung his head low 'Kakasa... please let me go, with your blessings'
The manager took a while, but he came back with an earnest blessing 'May you be successful, bitiya... may Ma Bhavani be with you always...'
'Thank you both...' she slowly stood up 'now I must address the rest of our people too... inform them of what plans lie ahead...'
With Gauri by her side, the young lady walked towards the thickets where her people were resting, preparing her mind to carry out a task that was by no means going to be easy. Once in their midst, she brought her pace to a halt, reminding herself to step up the confidence in her voice before addressing them.
'My dear people...'
'Baisa?'
Having hurriedly straightened themselves, they got up on their feet, one after another - sensing from the expressions of both, their baisa and the chief-maid that the upcoming announcement was not going to be pleasant.
'What brings you here, baisa?'
'You have some work for us?'
'Before I begin...' Heera tightly laced her fingers together 'I would like to apologise for letting you down... and for all that you've been through lately...'
'No baisa...'
'No...' What started off as a few startled mutters, grew into a chorus of unanimous responses.
'No, we do not feel so...'
'Please don't apologise...'
'It is noble that you think that way...' Heera sighed 'but... it is only fair that I apologise...' Few solemn moments later, she moved on to the main subject 'Nevertheless, I have another news to share... as planned, most of you will continue travelling onwards to Parnagarh... however... I will be taking a detour towards the capital... accompanied by a small group, of course...'
Her audience instantly broke out into a series of shocked gasps. But, she persisted 'I am going to try and barter a deal with the Shehzaade... I hope that he will spare at least some of our lands, fields and homes... but... if... if I don't return in time...'
By this point, the gasps had escalated into exclamations and protests, compelling Heera to bring her speech to a brief halt 'please stay calm... all of you...' she waited for the noises to recede 'I have left instructions with Ratan kakasa and Gauri... I am confident that you will cooperate with them...'
'No...' the hapless women sobbed in despair, while the men were more vocal in their expressing their fears
'Don't go baisa...'
'This is too dangerous...'
'All these days, we've been struggling to keep you hidden from the Shehzaade's men, baisa... and now you say you want to walk right into their den...'
'What if the Shehzaade imprisons you?'
'What if he never lets you go?'
'You're our only hope...'
'Baisa or no baisa... you will all remain Rajputs, will you not?'
There was a tone of command in that question, a subtle decisiveness in her stares.
'Take honour in your lineage, my people... true Rajputs would never forget that these are risks EVERY leader, EVERY soldier and EVERY fighter takes, before stepping into the battlefield...'
Heera had resorted to using her authority in a way she rarely did. But, she did it to get the situation under swift control. To stop her people from feeling so dependent on her, and so lost and helpless without her. To nudge them towards accepting their new reality
And the tact did succeed. Her comeback worked slow wonders - awakening an inner pride in a group of people who had little else to keep them going.
Mohan banna was the first to come forward. Limping on his crutches, he took his place by her side 'I will accompany you to the capital, baisa... as your chief of guard... it is my duty to do so...'
Heera shook her head with a genteel smile 'No! I will take Gokul and Bajrang with me... you'll return home with Daya banna.'
'Baisa?'
'That is an order!' she then lowered her pitch to a whisper 'Banna, for my peace of mind, I need you at home, protecting our folk...'
He finally relented, but only because he didn't want to trouble her any further at this stage. His eyes however, gave away how devastated he was. It was the first instance in all his life that this soldier had teared up - but they were tears of helplessness. Lamenting the misfortune that grown men were forced to stand back and watch, while a 16 year old girl went out into battle alone, fighting wars for their land. 'As you say, baisa...'
'Can I come with you?' Bindiya sashayed her way through the commotion, drying her cheeks as she did so 'I have always wanted to see the capital...'
'Oh my God!' Heera's eyes widened with mock amusement 'Don't I have enough worries already? I can only imagine what would happen if I took you along!' Breaking out into a faint grin, she patted the girl's cheek 'Besides, you have an important responsibility... when the women get depressed, I expect you to come up with your funny poems and bring their smiles back... will you do that for me?'
Bindiya nodded, wiping her misty lashes. 'Of course I will...'
'And you, my ladies...' Heera turned to the rest of them 'I know you love troubling Gauri... but please bear in mind that she has enough on her plate already, will you?'
'Yes baisa...' they smiled through their tears.
'Now wish me luck, please...'
'May Ma Bhavani be with you...' they wished her in unison.
They were letting go of a feather - their most precious feather - into the unpredictable winds. They could only hope against hope that it would eventually come back to them safe and sound.
The chase...
'Thankfully, not too deep...'
Having carefully examined the gash on its foreleg, Akbar knelt beside his pet in an attempt to clean it up. But before he could do so, Bahadur whinnied, flinching its leg away.
Giving the animal a moment to settle down, Akbar patted its sides reassuringly, communicating with soft commands what he was trying to do. It took a few words, but Bahadur got the message and stood still.
The procedure stung.
However, every time the poor horse felt tempted to pull its leg away, it recalled the reassuring commands and curbed those urges, allowing its master to do what must be done.
Once finished, the young man held both sides of the animal's head in a brotherly embrace 'Take rest... we have another gruelling day ahead of us...' he looked into his pet's droopy eyes 'and thank you my friend for everything...'
Bahadur neighed playfully in response 'You're welcome'
Akbar's glances then sifted through the scenes surrounding him.
His ten men were fast asleep, using up every comfortable corner they could find, sprawled across any makeshift bedding they could physically make.
Their horses appeared even more exhausted. And Akbar was sure that the state of the other three groups, who were travelling in parallel routes, would be no different.
Having started off on this quest the previous morning, his men had been charging like madmen through forests and towns ever since. Galloping across woods, trotting over trenches, slicing their way through low vines, swerving around sharp branches - all of this, with only a couple of stops in between. They'd thus covered miles and miles of route twice as fast as any good rider would - battling heat, pain, stress, injuries and dangers at every stage.
Nearly 36 hours later, fatigue was beginning to catch up. They would not be able to keep up with this backbreaking exercise for much longer.
Thankfully though, the struggle had borne result.
Earlier that evening, inquiries in a nearby town had let them know that a large party of men had just passed by. A party of men who fit the exact description of Khalil and his band of rogues.
So, he WAS on the right track! A couple of hours of rest now and they would resume the chase again. Only a matter of time, before he would catch up with the enemy!
'Yes... only a matter of time...'
Keeping watch over his group, Akbar lay back upon a flat rock with one arm under his head, gazing up at the skies. His forehead was tired and creased with worry lines, but his eyes were as bright as the flames of the lit camp fire - ablaze with anticipation and burning with a thirst for revenge.
'Only a matter of time... but till then, Ai Khuda... please keep her safe'
The forests
'Please keep them safe...' Heera gazed at a constellation of twinkling lights patterned across the dense black skies, as she tried to read her future 'two days since my people left for Parnagarh... they will reach home safely, right? And what about my mission at the capital? You're a witness to everyone's past, present and future... tell me... will I be successf...'
Before she could complete the question, a mass of clouds had drifted across the sky. And the lights that were her only source of company for the moment, disappeared - leaving her doubts unanswered.
The young lady looked away with a sigh.
Immediately, and as if by an eerie coincidence, a disturbing sound echoed. It was from a long distance away, beyond the darkest deepest depths - but it was audible. The low growl of a wild animal. A carnivore.
Her fingers subconsciously trailed around the sides of her skirt, checking for the small knife that'd been tucked inside a concealed pocket.
An instant passed...
Two...
Three...
And then it was heard...
SHRIEEEK!
A muffled shriek.
The carnivore had found its prey.
As the instants passed, the cries for help grew shriller, more painful - the unfortunate animal possibly being tortured and mauled under the sharp claws of its hungry attacker.
'Lord...' Heera frowned, wishing the victim would be put out of its misery soon.
'Baisa...' came a couple of soft whispers from behind.
She turned to face the two guards, who'd been standing watch over her 'Gokul? Bajrang?'
'You must get back inside, baisa...'
'There are wild animals roaming about...'
Heera glimpsed at the two tents behind them - the makeshift shelter where her people were resting. 'Yes...' she nodded in agreement.
It WAS better she got back in.
Having just listened to the fresh sounds of death, the surrounding blackness felt more unsettling than ever - a reminder of the 'unknown' that was lurking within these hostile thick forests. Forests so thick that even moonlight would not filter through. Forests so hostile where bushes were rife with poisonous wildflowers and the ground swarming with thorny undergrowth.
And not only was there no light, there was no warmth either. They couldn't afford to start a fire, in case it caught a bandit's eye. Why, they couldn't even afford to speak, lest the noises ended up attracting unwanted attention.
Thus, apart from the occasional chirping of crickets there was nothing pleasant about being stranded overnight in this remote cradle of Mother Earth.
However, they had no other go. They had to while this night in the middle-of-nowhere. After having endlessly travelled from noon that day, the group had become much too weary to keep going. With no strength to carry on till the next town - which was still many Koss away - they'd set up camp in a secluded part of the jungle.
Yes, Heera had tried to sleep away the uneasiness. However, moments after she'd fall asleep, a train of nightmares would force her awake. It happened over and over till she became too afraid to shut her eyes. With nothing else to distract her mind, the young lady had then stepped out - hoping to have a silent chat with the stars.
Apparently, even that wasn't meant to be.
So, she walked back to her camp.
Creaak!
'What was that?' She hurled a half-glance over her shoulder, as she was about to disappear into the tent.
Whenever a branch had creaked or the wind howled, the young lady had felt compelled to glance over her shoulder, to ensure nothing was creeping up behind her. So when a branch creaked again, she was tempted to do the same.
Only this time, she thought she saw something odd.
She hurriedly spun around.
Through grey stocky branches and the shadows of swaying leaves, she'd spotted what seemed like a hazy figure in the backwoods. A ghostly shadow.
'God!' An unusual chillness in the air, prickled the hair on her neck.
Realising she'd forgotten to blink, Heera blinked once. Twice. By then though, it was gone.
'What happened, baisa?' Bajrang asked in a low tone
'Did you see that?'
Exchanging confused stares, the two men squinted their eyes and scanned the woods. 'No...' They shook their heads slowly
'No?' Though nervous to peep in that direction, she checked again.
There was nothing there now!
'Maybe I was mistaken... there's no light... my vision's poor. How could I spot what Bajrang and Gokul couldn't spot? It must be my mind playing games'
Then again, what if there really was something out there?
'Shall I have it checked, baisa?' Gokul offered, recognising her dilemma.
'Yes...' she muttered through ragged breaths 'Gokul... take a spear and a sword... be vigilant... if you find anything unusual, come back immediately...' she paused 'if you sense danger, use the owl's hoot to warn us'
'As you say...' Gokul acknowledged.
Gallant as ever, he did not let his panic show. But he knew - if baisa had given him such an order, there had to be good reason for it 'I'll return soon... worry not'
Quarter hour passed.
He wasn't back.
Half an hour.
No sight of him.
Almost an hour later, and she could take it no more.
Lying awake, she'd been staring at the roof of the tent in silent terror, droplets of cold sweat trickling down the side of her face. Had she done a mistake sending Gokul out to investigate? But she sent him because he was a stealthy agile young man, who could defend himself well.
'So, where's he gone?' No sounds of struggle had been heard either. Must she send Bajrang in search of him? But, what if Bajrang didn't return too? Would she send a third guard in search of Bajrang then?
'God' she choked 'What's happening? Gokul... where are you?'
It was as though the young chap had vanished into thin air.
She tossed around in her bedding, often glimpsing at the exhausted faces of her companions. A part of her wanted to share her fears with them. But, she didn't. It would only raise an alarm. Besides, what could she tell them? That she had a ghastly hunch, someone might be lurking out there? 'No'
Then again, how much longer must she quietly lie here, waiting for Gokul to return?
'Baisa...' Bajrang's murmur echoed through the tent flap sometime later - much to her relief.
'Any news of Gokul?'
'No...' He shook his head 'It's been a while... I think I must go... search for him...'
'Yes...' she nodded.
All of a sudden, the Earth under them started rumbling. It was a distinctive rumble and no one needed to tell the other what it was - the thundering sound of hooves charging at them from all sides.
'Stay inside...' roared Bajrang as he closed the flap. 'DON'T come out...'
'OH MY GOD!' the ladies shrieked 'Robbers? Bandits?'
'Bandits?' Heera shuddered under her breath 'Can't be...'
The sheer number of horse hooves.
The clinking of sword against shield.
The Urdu slogans being hollered.
She added it all up - these were not bandits. They were soldiers.
But an army? Here? At THIS hour?
'Oh my God!' she gasped 'Please Ma Bhavani let it not... let it not be HIM... let it not be Khalil!'
Almost instinctively, her jittery hands wandered towards a purse tied beside the knots of her skirt. Much to the dismay of her maids, she opened the bag and concealed a pill in the secret compartment of her own ruby ring, before distributing the rest of its contents to every woman in that tent. They were poison capsules - meant to bring swift death when swallowed. If need arose, these women would take their own lives a hundred times over, rather than die at the hands of vicious murderers.
Scared stiff, the ladies hid the pills within their clothes and huddled together with their mistress in their midst
'Baisa... we'll take care of you...' their sentences came out as shredded whispers 'don't let yourself be shown...'
'I'm dressed as the heiress...' added Dhani 'so, you stay behind me, Harka baisa...'
The rumbling grew louder and louder, the wait paralysing them even further, till the sounds exploded into maddening war cries. Swords clanged. Yells were heard. The clash sounded terribly chaotic. And violent.
But it didn't last long. The Parnagarh guards were eventually subdued and restrained.
'Identify yourselves...' the invaders growled in broken Marwari - the flame torches they carried throwing giant shadows upon the tent walls, making them seem even more intimidating.
But the guards refused to answer.
'Fine! I'm sure you'll open your mouths after you see this.'
In a flash, the men hauled something heavy from a horse and flung it down. A loud thud hit the floor, forcing the tent screen to flap open.
'NOOO!' The women wailed aloud
'Please... no... no... no... no...' Heera turned away from the horrors that now lay at the entrance of their tent - the hazy sight of what appeared to be Gokul's body hacked to pieces.
Her ghastly hunch had come true. Khalil's men had been lurking out there!
Hot teardrops gushed down her icy cheeks 'Ma Bhavani... WHY YYY YYY?'
Suddenly, a hideous man thrust himself through the tent flap, right into their faces, jolting them from their spots.
'My... my...' he sang an ugly song 'what do we have here? Women!'
'No... please no...' Beyond desperate, the inconsolable ladies crawled and scampered towards the farthest corner of their tent, as though that would save them from his clutches. 'Leave us alone...'
However, his sinister glances continued studying their snivelling bodies from top to toe.
One woman.
Then, the next.
Then, the next.
And so on...
Till he found the 'Lady' clad in silks and gold.
'YOU!' he lunged in and grabbed her by her arm, yanking her out mercilessly 'Come here with me...'
'Dhani!' the ladies clamped their mouths shut, praying the Goddess would help her take her own life. Praying their friend would die a swift, painless and honourable death.
As the lady was dragged kicking and screaming in their midst, and forcefully heaved on the floor, the shackled men of Parnagarh erupted into offensive threats - hoping they could lure these attackers away from their women 'Leave them alone...' they repeatedly shouted 'Fight us instead, you weaklings!'
However, abuses from their prisoners seemed to be nothing but a source of further entertainment for the brutes.
'IDENTIFY yourselves now...' they laughed 'or you men will soon learn why we've kept you alive... it's to watch what we do to your women...'
Their Marwari might have been jumbled, but the message was loud and clear.
'What we do to your women!'
Heera clutched her belly as the insides twisted into painful knots. She had just heard a kind of warning that no lady would be able to stomach. Then again, maybe she NEEDED to hear it. For, it violently shook her. But it shook her awake.
She saw only one face then 'Durga Bai'. She saw through jiji's eyes the final agonising hour of her life. Realising that this was the kind of dreadful ordeal they must have inflicted upon her, if her body had to be found the way it was found.
'SAVAGES!'
A rage was born. A simmering rage that slowly thawed her numb spirit. 'No...' she rediscovered her fingers and feet that'd frozen stiff in terror all this while.
There would be no greater humiliation to her sister's legacy, if she was to suicide, cowering in fright, in the corner of a tent - while her soldiers were hacked and her maids manhandled. 'No...'
Maybe none of them would live to see the next day, but she could at least TRY to save as many of her people as she could. Maybe these were her last few breaths on Earth, but before going, she could at least show this murderer that both baisas of Parnagarh were fighters in their own rights.
'We are from PARNAGARH...'
Her daring answer had silenced the ruckus outside.
Heera pulled her veil low, moved aside the maids who were trying to hold her back, and stepped outside.
'Who is THIS maid?'
She was about to respond, but someone else spoke up for her - a voice that sounded harsher, and crueller than any other voice she'd ever heard.
'SHE' the man paused, stepping out from the shadows 'is their Sahiba!'
His tall profile stood out, even amidst such mammoth brutes. And as he began approaching her, one heavy boot-step after another, he seemed to bring the darkness along with him.
'Khalil' she instantly knew.
As her blurry eyes watched his silhouette slowly looming above her, it took the young lady every remaining crumb of strength from within, to stand rooted in her spot and not sink into a quaking heap.
'Baisa, what are you doing?'
'Please get back...'
'Run... if you can...'
'Please save yourself...'
She raised a shaky palm to stop them - so she could do what she had to.
Positioning himself right in front, he feasted his eyes on her petite form, top to toe to top.
'Harka Sahiba...' his taunt came out as an intimidating grunt 'As-Salaam-Alaikum...'
His crowd broke out into loud sniggers and smirks, adding to the insults.
A moment later, she wished him back 'Wa-Alaikum-Salaam...'
It instantly wiped out the sniggers and the smirks.
His grin fading away, Khalil studied the girl behind the veil.
She wasn't quivering like a leaf in his stormy presence. She did not sob and fall at his feet, begging to be spared, as ladies usually did when brought to him.
Neither did she stand in her spot like a defiant Rajput, proud and tight-lipped.
Instead, this 16 year old had reciprocated his taunt with an Islamic greeting - perfect and fluent. It was neither mocking. Nor friendly. It was just a greeting. And frankly, it threw him off guard for a bit.
'Do you know who I am?' he barked 'Maybe you've mistaken my identity...'
'Mistaken your identity? No... I wouldn't even dare to do such a thing'
'Oh really?' Khalil ground his teeth. If she knew who he was, why didn't she sound frightened-enough? Apart from a soft tremble in her sentences, there was nothing to imply she was rattled.
'You better start sounding petrified...' He stuck his jaw near her ears, being louder than before 'or I'll MAKE SURE you understand the MEANING of that WORD!'
Heera wanted to flinch in disgust. But, she didn't.
'I am standing beside the hacked body of my soldier... I would be lying if I said I'm not petrified'
The general broke out into a scowl, unconvinced by her tone. What was she trying to do? Be cynical? Be cordial? Flatter him? Act over-smart? 'Think I'm a fool? If you DARE underestimate me... you're going to PAY IN WAYS WORSE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE!'
'My family has borne the brunt of your wrath...' she paused 'only 'I' would be the fool, if I underestimated the extent of your power...'
'What?'
Khalil still wasn't certain what to make of her attitude! He didn't trust her intentions either. But there was something about her responses. Something about the way she spoke what she spoke. It wasn't haughty. It wasn't timid. It was different. Surprising. And unique.
He had to see this girl for himself.
SNAP! He snapped his fingers at a fellow-soldier, who brought the flame torch close by.
Then, grabbing the veil from her face, he flung it behind her head.
It was a moment of utter humiliation for the heiress. To have a man - to have THIS despicable man - treat her this way, in front of her own people. To have fifty pairs of eyes leering at her. It was a moment of sheer horror - to meet Satan face-to-face for the first time. His reddened eyes told of stories from hell. His features riddled with scars were a curse just to look at. It was a moment of immense anger too - to see the face that was the last face jiji saw.
The weight of these emotions was excruciating. Her head was spinning. Her trembling knees were on the verge of collapse. But Heera somehow remained upright. She knew that she was standing in front of a sadist. Collapsing in his presence would only feed his sadism, urging him to mistreat them further. She also knew he was violently aggressive. Acting too rash would only challenge his ego. So, she played it safe. Played it civil. Kept him guessing. That was the only way he'd keep her alive long enough, so she could think of something.
For instance, the conversations so far had given her time to form a rough idea of how bad their situation was. The enemy encircling them, were both, strong and well-armed. All of her guards were shackled - most of them injured, and a few even dying. The women were being closely watched too.
However, she NEEDED to send someone out - in the slim hope that they might get help. Or at least to warn Parnagarh. But, how could she go about setting anyone free when there was no room for escape?
'Can't get near the men... can't free the women... then how?' She kept racking her brains, till her glances incidentally fell upon her horses. 'Horses?'
The horses weren't being guarded!
Suddenly, another fact struck her, drawing her attention towards the hazy outline of one particular horse 'Jiji's Marwari racer'
This was the horse that'd dodged Khalil's attack earlier. What if...
'WHAT WERE YOU LOOKING AT?'
Khalil demanded aloud.
However, he also had to admit - albeit reluctantly - that her efforts to keep him guessing had him mystified. He was becoming intrigued by her motives.
He clutched her cheeks hard, sparking a fresh wave of revulsion in her and outrage amongst her folk. His nails digging into her skin, he forced her to glimpse up.
There WAS fear in her hazel eyes. Disgust too. Even hatred. Yet, she was dignified in the way she depicted it. Ladylike. So much so that her reactions didn't offend his ego. Rather, she was challenging him in a way no girl had challenged him so far.
Well, he was beginning to like it. He was beginning to feel awed too, now that he'd got an eyeful of her. And with every added moment he stared, there was more to admire. If she was so captivating in this dishevelled drab attire, one could only imagine how she'd look in silk!
'Mashallah... your sister was a beauty... but YOU are something else altogether!'
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