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96. ISHWASA : His Warrior Begam!!

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The temple was buzzing with the crowd, the people ever so excited to witness their king and queen. Mubariz was giving his speech in very formal and authoritative way. His every word a testament of real selflessness and undeniable assurance. His every promise was like a line on stone. His words sink deeper into souls of every listener. 

They were believing everything now because they have seen the king and queen working so hard for their little land which was deprived of attention since ages. They really initiated every project which was promised on the very first day they entered the kingdom and they have high hope now that everything will get completed and their lives will be uplifted. 

The admiration and hope can be seen in the eyes which hold only despair 15 days ago.

On the other hand, the head of enemy soldier was staring blankly at him, from a distance. Their whole plan was set but this information has shifted everything upside down. He can clearly see Mubariz standing before him but the command of king to reach the outskirts and fight with Mubariz and his wife there was cracking his brain. 

He could clearly see that this was actually Mubariz but the question linger in his head," Who is at the outskirts then?"

He looked keenly at Mubariz and decided to not follow his king and kill Mubariz here only. 

"This could be a trap", He mumbled to himself.

The moment he raked his eyes to scan the area and signal his team, he found no one. 

Not a single soul. 

He panicked. 

Without his command no one would have left for outskirts and leaving him here alone is impossible. 

He panicked and walked from here to there, not a single soul of his team was there, just him, alone. 

Just then, he heard loud hails of name of Mubariz. His eyes flew toward the walking figure of Mubariz.

He froze, his eyes widen and his heart thudded loudly when Mubariz's green eyes met his, very precisely. 

In no case, among all these thousands of people, Mubariz could maintain such an eye contact with random person.

 Mubariz on the other hand smirked at him and as the enemy head blinked confusingly, a sharp blade was kept on his throat from behind. His eyes widen more, the air halted, the time slowed down for that moment and with a last look Mubariz left the arena with his convoy and he was dragged away from the public with a tip of blade almost piercing his throat. 

Such a fool to think that he could even touch THE MUBARIZ SULEMAN KHAN.

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 At the outskirts, Oman khan fought with all his might. He tried to defend ever stroke of very skilled sword. With every clash of his sword, he was taking a step back. The speed was too much for him, the intensity was too much for him. 

He was flabbergasted by the attacks, his heart thudded loudly with fear. Sweat broke on his forehead when he realised the capability of the opposite fighter. The warrior was not even letting him take a breath complete. He was panting. The attacks were so sharp and precise. 

The warrior would rotate within a blink leaving him confused and then attack the other moment with a full jump. The attack so strong that it stumble him. He was not able to understand on which part of his body the next attack would get launched. The skilled warrior has his ways and he was making him fool. The warrior took position as if about to attack his foot and he would focus on that position but the flash of sword came toward his neck and flabbergasted he clumsily try to defend himself everytime.