Destiny can be shaped and altered but can fate of a person change ?
He is the law maker as well as dispencer of justice , a badshah in real sense ,but his loyal consort was schemed and executed right under his nose , yet he was clueless .
she is...
"Have you seen this girl? She was here last night?”
“No?”
“You? Have you seen her before?”
“Ok alright!”
Nabeel asked about the portrait from every villager he came across. He left the palace early in the morning to the village where he came, along with Prince Jalal last night.
The prince asked him to look for the girl from here, according to him the girl must be a resident of this village or nearby places. The sun came up his head, hours passed by in futile. It was already noon. Neither had he found the girl nor had he any information about her.
Hungry by the mid day he decided to take a small break before resuming his work. He looked around for a shaded place and finally found one. Keeping aside his small bag, which had food and water, he washed his hands first and then opened his Bag. The aroma of shahi biryani with roasted chicken and lamb curry waffled across his nostrils.
A good meal after a long tiring day, what can be better than that, after finishing his food he urged to have a good nap too but unfortunately he can't. He has to dig this girl as quickly as possible; the prince was serious about her after all.
He kept the empty vessels back into the bag and grabbed the scroll, he kept aside.
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Who is she? He thought about the same million times. She was not some beauty the second prince will fall for, to say the truth she was very ordinary with that messy hair of hers, even the lowest maid in the palace was hundred times better and presentable than her, then why is the prince so much interested in finding her.
By the passing minutes, he too found himself intrigued.
“Get up Nabeel, you have to find her as soon as possible.” Up on his feet he started his search again wishing to get at least some information about her by the end of the day.
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Imperial Harem, begum sakeena's chamber
The walls of the tall, magnificent, luxurious hall were elegantly painted with hues of crimson and gold with rich Persian carpets gracing the floors of the warmly lit room. Huge crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling enhanced the grandeur of the splendid chamber while a pleasant fragrance from incense in jeweled censers filled the entire room.
Thin muslin curtains hanging from the pelmets billowed in the breeze through the large windows while the glorious sun peeked at the restless woman seated on a divan.
"He said he will come today, he didn’t change his mind, right?" Begum Sakeena asked her daughter for the zillionth time.
"Ammijaan, he will come; How many times do I have to say that?" Irritated by her impatient mother, Princess Razia replied. She was already irked by how her day started with symptoms of cold, topping it her personal maid fell sick too, she was the only person who does her hair the way she wants but this other maid totally messed it. she rushed to her mother with her messily braided hair but was being ignored completely.
