Mubariz doodled something on the paper and showed them which has written," Good bye"
Three of them looked at him with pinched brows and before they could proceed Mubariz held the chilly coated knife in his hand and pushed it in the throat of one soldier who was sitting just before him. He punched Naseer on his nose with one hand and rotated his hand 180 degree to kill the one who was on his other side. Before Naseer could react both his soldiers were dead and now he was laying on the floor with Mubariz putting the knife on his throat almost cutting the flesh pouring out the blood.
Naseer tried to fight but all went in vain when Mubariz growled lowly," If one word left from your throat then your throat will not stay attached to your body anymore so now be a good boy and tell me the secret passage to move out from the palace"
Naseer every so coward, gets afraid to death and blurt out," Here from the birds garden you will go to left and after walking for some time you will see a sitting arrangement decorated by big flowers. If you push that chairs aside then there is dungeon to go out. You will reach the outskirts directly."
"Very good" Mubariz chuckled and pulled out the keys from his pocket and opened his chains. He punched Naseer very hard that he fell unconscious with a single blow. Without wasting time Mubariz left him and wear his cloths to run out.
He slightly open the dungeon opening and found Two soldiers on duty. He took a deep breath and clutched the sword in his hand tightly that he has taken from Naseer and pushed the door up with full force resulting in both of them being flabbergasted by sudden push. Before they could think of anything, they were already been sent to hell by god of hell himself, Mubariz.
Mubariz looked around and when saw no one around he pushed both bodies in the dungeon and covered the lid properly after moving to the side which was described by Naseer. He do not want to trust him but looking at him so dumb and afraid he knew that he did not lie and his talks proven to be correct when he spotted the chairs in reality. He did the same as told and he saw a secret tunnel there as well. Without wasting time he hurriedly stepped in.
He was badly injured and blood was seeping out of his body but he cared less. His limbs were stiff because of standing all day and night but he was still moving ahead with fumbling legs and blurred vision. He knew that once he get out of the palace, he will find something definitely that will lead to solve the unsolved puzzles of past.
He was impatient to know what exactly had happened to his abba huzur. He moved forward in the dark tunnel as there was no source of light and lamps were off as well. The time was of night and he has no plans to go out again and take risk of bringing light. He just move further without any clue.
As he stepped more further he was sensed someone at his back. He defended himself from the sudden attack from back but due to being injured and pitch darkness he could not comprehend the number of people and hence was attacked again, this time he was hit on head which lead to him getting unconscious.
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Mubariz opened his eyes and found himself in a hut. A faint voice of laughter can be heard from outside but inside was empty. Mubariz sit up with lot of effort and groaned with pain when he moved his limbs. He was draped in white cotton cloth all over his body. When he tried to remove the cloth from his hand he found that it was coated with some kind of medicine form inside. He let it be but he was wondering about the person who saved him and treating his injuries as well.
He was about to stand up but failed miserably and ended up falling on the ground. A loud groan left his mouth which was heard by outside people and they rushed to him, inside. On looking at him fallen on floor they all ran to him and helped him to settle on the coat once again.
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ISHWASA : His warrior Begam
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