LOST IN THE WOODS

(2):LOST IN THE WOODS

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Delhi 1298

The sun was setting down the evening glow of the sun created a beautiful sight in the adjoining woods of the " Khalji mahal" . The verandah was crowded by the women folk who were enjoying the scenic beauty and the evening breeze . The birds were chirping indicating that they were calling it off for a day and returning to their nests . All of a sudden an arrow is seen up in the air , which injures a crow and it lands on the wooden door of the palace scaring all the women folk. Immediately the guards are alerted weapons are raised everyone becomes alert the womenfolk rushes indoors . A message is tied to the arrow which is opened by one of the guards !" All of you are to rush to the  outskirts of  dilli !! No one should be allowed to leave the kingdom .
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RUKAIYA JAAN IS WANTED ALIVE

-  SULTAN  ..."

  RUKAIYA S POV

Rehaan was tied securely to my back he was suffering from very high fever and he hasnt spoken to me ever since!! Tears were threatening to come out I had proven to be a horrible excuse to my child I couldn't save him !!my child had seen his worse days. But I had to hold on we need to get away from this cursed shitty kingdom alive . A sob managed to escape me,, " kaa hua..."  I turned to see a old woman. The the look s she seemed as a nomadic tribe of the neighbouring kingdom of Rajasthan . She looked around in her late  fifties her face and body was adorned with jewellery . I looked around and found out that the caravan belonged to the nomadic tribe who travelled around and made their living by entertaining people with their traditional folk dance and music. The old woman snapped her fingers in front of my face and asked again in her broken hindi accent " ae choorii kaa hua??" ( what happened ..)
I brushed her off saying nothing happened I couldn't risk my identity here I need to get to a safe place .I was pretty sure by now the bastard had send search parties for me. " what happened to your child ?? " she again asked in her strange accent and this time I told her the truth.  The woman started sobbing attracting the attention of other nomands in the caravan. " my grandson and many other village children were sold and some were kidnapped!! I wonder where they are in what state are they " she said in between sobs " my own son and his wife suicided after this incident. Mainly young teenage kids are used as concubines amd catamites!  !!" . All others in the caravan listened to our conversation with a sad face and I came to know about many such shocking revelations.  Someone has to put this to an end!! . Sultanate rule was just so full of torture for the public.

      It was already dusk by then faint chirping of birds and insects were being heard.  The lanterns were lit creating a comfortable atmosphere in the caravan. The driver called it for the day and haulted the caravan. We all went outside and and I helped in setting up the tents by the looks of the surroundings it looked like we had entered in the  dense deciduous forests in the outskirts of the Delhi. After everything was settled down we all sat down in indian style for the bhojana ( dinner) . The meals were being warmed by the womanfolk while the male s were setting up the carpets for the bhojana.