It was morning of a rainy day. Almost 50 of horses entered through the gates of the Istanbul, making the ground rumble under their feet and people stood aside as they ran with high speed. First people could not understand what was going on and why these young boys, all dressed up in Ottoman soldier outfits with their faces covered, were riding so rashly towards the palace.
But then the words spread- Prince Mustafa has returned after seven years, along with all other young boys who went with him.🤩
The horse ridders pulled the reigns just in front of the palace doors.
Behind the closed doors, everyone was standing with their breaths hitched. In the balcony, Mehrimah's hands were getting bruised as she was holding the baluster to tightly.
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Murad gestured the guards to open the gate. The gates were opening slowly. From the small space between the two gates, a pair of familiar but blazing eyes, looking straight at him, was what Murad saw first. The gates opened completely to reveal a young rider standing ahead of a group of riders.
Looking into those eyes and the aura of a leader the boy had, Murad and Mehrimah knew that this was their Mustafa.
They all got down from their horses and started walking towards Murad. The soldiers who were standing on either sides of their paths, raised their swords and made a canopy in the respect of these young and new soldiers, who walked under this canopy.
Mehrimah couldn't believe her eyes. It was as if yesterday only that Mustafa used to walk shyly while holding her scarf or hand. And here he was............walking with his broad shoulders and manliness.
There was another boy who looked slightly different from others and was taller than Mustafa. It was clear that he was Orhan.
When the canopy finished and only few feet of distance was left between Mustafa and the stairs on which his father was standing, two soldiers standing on two minars of the palace, which were opposite to each other......................aimed an arrow towards Mustafa and Orhan each.😨
Orhan left the way for the arrow on right time and huffed in relief while on the other hand Mustafa had his own style.................he had caught the arrow just before it touched the skin of his neck while his eyes never left his father and he kept walking towards him😎.
They all gasped at this sudden incident but soon understood what had happened as they saw smirk on Sultan's face. Mehrimah looked at Gulnihal who had a little dissatisfaction on her face.
Throwing the arrow away, Mustafa reached his father and immediately kneeled down in front of him. He took Murad's robe in his hand, kissed it and touched it to his forehead while saying 'Baba Sultan!'
A smile came upon Murad's face on hearing Mustafa's deep voice. He made him standup and within next moment the lion and his cub were entangled in each others arms. Both had their eyes closed as they took in each other's presence. After what felt like eternity to others, they let go.
Murad removed the cloth which was covering his son's face and was met by a handsome face made up of his rough and his wife's beautiful looks.😍
Following Mustafa, all other boys also revealed their faces. Orhan was no less, he had also grown up into a good looking boy.
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