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NARRATOR'S POV
Next day the sabha began and so began the arguments. Naya kaanoon was read by the liberal minister of the nation and debates were held. Committees and commissions were added into the drafted constitution of the samrajya.
"Ab main pramaad ke liye—Bibi dhara ko maharaj ke aage upastith hone ko bulata hoon. Bibi hazeer hon '' Dhanush carried forward the meeting.
Dhana came forward in parda and did namaskara to everyone.
"Bibi darne ki koi baat nahi hai—ab jo main sawaal poochun unka sahi sahi jawab dena"
Vidyut, the minister of social justice of the court came forward and asked dhara to answer his questions with utmost truth.
"Konse gaav (village) se ho? Maa-baap? Aur ye sallaan ko kaise janti ho—?"
"Umm–mm" she gulped.
As her head was down, suddenly her gaze from the parda fell on a thin pendant that she was wearing. She gripped it and took a breath.
"M–Main mewadi hoon—maa ko kabhi dekha nahi—baba ki bhi mrityu ho gayi thi jab 7 saal ki thi—phir—-phir main apne chacha hukkum ke ghar rehti thi—--Sallaan sahab—-"
"KEWAL SALLAN" Mrityunjay roared, making her break one of the glass bangles she wore in nervousness.
"Ss–sallan ko n-nahi jaanti thi—--vo chacha hukkum se milne aate the—-usne kuch kagazat pe angutha lagvaya aur shaadi hogyi—-phir " she completed.
"Kaise kagazat?" minister asked.
"Padhna nahi jaanti" She cried.
"Mandir me nahi hui shaadi? Ya pandit ghar aaya ho?" the minister asked.
She nodded her head in a NO.
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