Suraiyya X Khilji

Chapter 1

- Khilji's POV

"Sultan!"

A rather irritating voice rings in my head. Oh well, i'll just go back to sleeping in sorrow. He's always stirring up something ridiculous nowadays.

"Sultan! Please open the door, how long will you remain like this?!"

"Malik Kafur, I don't have patience for your nonsense today! Leave at once."

"But Sultan! It's important, our deal with John Clive has been cut off!"

As soon as I heard of the news I bolted to the door and opened it, revealing a very stressed Malik Kufur.

"What do you mean? We held up our end of the deal and they sent the money for our weapons a week ago. The deal has been finished for a while"

"No huzoor, they were supposed to send the money a week ago but we never received it. No one wanted to disturb you in these times so we never informed you. Everyone was trying to figure out the issue and we came to find out that... John Clive is dead. Which means our deal with him finished the second his oxygen got taken away from him."

"What nonsense! Even if he's gone his allies knew about the deal. We will receive our money, you disturbed my slumber for nothing!"

"Sultan, The British men are no longer in charge. Which means we no longer have protection from them. The deal is cancelled and so is our protection. Whoever murdered him ruined our deal with John Clive and his allies."

"Which idiot murdered him! Our success ran off of John Clives help. He is the reason my name will be in history books for being the best god damn sultan Hindostan has ever seen!"

"Huzoor, I haven't gotten much information on who has murdered him. I can set up a meeting with one of his remaining allies. But we would have to travel to his whereabouts."

"I don't care what we have to do! We need to find them. I will have their heads if it's the last thing I do."

"Alright Sultan, then it is settled. We will leave tomorrow morning."

- Suraiyya's POV

I walked into my home looking the worst I've ever looked (yes it's indeed possible for me to look horrible, shockingly)
My mother runs up to me like a worried little pest.

"Suraiyya Jaan! Where have you been?!"

"Ugh I don't even want to think about it, leave me alone I'm going to bed. I've had a very long day, Actually, make that a long WEEK"

"We will speak about this tomorrow morning! No exceptions."

"Okay! Okay! Just let me go rest."

She lets me pass by and finally enter my room. The first thing I do is step into the bath, I seriously reeked. Firangi can go to hell. (If he's not already welcome there)

That haraamkhor has managed to trick me yet again! He promised me an amazing trip and god knows what else, and I ended up practically 3rd wheeling with him and his ratty little friend. They took me to all of these trashy and dirty places that men seem to enjoy. The whole getaway was a disaster.

Firangi's ship had gotten stolen the first day we arrived and he didn't care as he had no intention to go back. But thank god I forced him to take me back home. I couldn't stand to be there for another minute. But of course the ship we had to travel back on looked and smelled as if it hadn't been cleaned for over 50 years, which explains why I look and smell the way I do.

Whatever, either way I'm just thankful I got away from that mess and I can sleep peacefully on my bed. Ugh that reminds me, tomorrow morning I will never stop hearing about this from my mother. Oh well, I'll convince her somehow.