In 17th century the women under rule of Ghazni were ill treated by the men including him who thought he owns every woman. For king Mohommad Bin Ghazni, every woman of his empire was his, his to touch and any woman who was beautiful and not married in his empire was kept in his harem for his own pleasure. Mahnoor Ali Khan, one such woman founded by the king servants was brought to him in his court, unlike any woman who don't say a word to him for his cruel intentions, she questioned him. Doing the most dangerous thing, she raised a sword against him. Not afraid of her punishment for this act of hers, she stood bold enough and fought for herself and for every other woman. "Aapne aap ko iss awaham ka Sultan bolte hai, yeh hai humare sultan ki khidmat apni awaham ke liye" "You tell yourself the Sultan of these people, this is our sultan service for his people" I asked questioning him in a loud voice. He was looking dangerous as a beast. He smirked and stepped down from his throne and walked towards me. His footsteps echoing in the huge hall. "Apni awaham ke saath kaise pesh aana chahiye yeh hume tum jaisi gustakh se puchne ki zaroorat nahi" "How I have to behave with my people, I don't think I need to ask an impudent woman" "And now after your sweet behaviour with me.. you will never have the the privelege of my touch on this little body of yours" I shivered when he came so close to me in front of all the men present in the hall. I found myself very vulnerable and scared. "More what, I have some very good treatment for you" "In the place where you would never think of and something you would not stop agreeing to or your mother is looking extremely delicious as well" I didn't think twice before raising my hand high in the air and giving his right cheek a hard impactful slap. Not even ashamed of my this crime. The result he choked my neck and pulled even more closer to him, his eyes red angry looking into mine fearless. ***