Diya (pov)

I follow the sounds and what I see is another unusual sight. A camp set in the middle of the family with a lot of men sitting around the bonfire talking and enjoying. Woman dancing for their entertainment. what is more unusual is that all the men are in a same black attire.

Oh Nooo!! They are the infamous Mughal invaders people. What was his name..... Nawaab? Yes Nawaab!! Ok.. maybe I should just.. leave silently. I slowly take backward steps looking at them, just checking if they are looking in my direction or not. I don't want to draw attention to myself. Suddenly I feel a presence at my back. No no!! I close my eyes and stop walking. As if just standing still will make me invisible. I hear several different laughter from my Back which tells me that there are more than one person. I turn, and come face to face with 3 men. All deadly looking in their black attire. They move forward towards me with a evil smile on their face. Ganpati Bappa please save me!! I pray with tears in my eyes. "look at this beauty Faiz, ooooo this is gonna be fun" the man in the left side says making me more nervous. This can't be happening.. nooo!! " please I did not intend to disturb your party. I was just crossing the forest and heard some noise so..." "tch tch she speaks too much" one of them tuts. I shut my mouth and close my eyes in fear. "I like her mouth.. maybe we could shut it with..." I close my ears with my hands. Scared to hear anymore of their intensions.

I am soo scared that i don't realize how close they are until someone holds my hand which were covering my ears and puts them down. I open my eyes to come face to face with the man in the centre who is smirking and he starts caressing my arms. That's when I realize I cannot just give up.. I have to try.. at least one last try to escape this nightmare. I shout and push him with all my strength and start running in the opposite direction. I run... I run like my life depended on it coz it literally did. I hear footsteps behind me... they are following me. I cannot see where I am running because of the tears in my eyes. I am just running where my legs are taking me. But I guess the luck in not with me today coz I just ran towards.... their camp. I stop and look at the faces of men and woman who are staring at me as if I am an alien from another planet.

I am Done. This is the end of me. I give up. I break down on my knees. The three men surround me laughing " what a pity pretty girl!!! Look at our meal guys" he announces to every men there. This can't be happening to me!! NO!! suddenly one man gets up from his seat around the fire " Guys! Nawaab Saheb will be out of his tent soon. Take your nonsense somewhere else" he commands which makes me look up at him. " Ji Wajid! We will take her to our tents then." Hearing this makes me lose all sense. 'NO NOOO PLEASE" I crawl on my knees to Wajid coz these men seemed to listen to him. "please I beg you!! Spare me and let me go.... I – I will not tell anyone about this or do anything which will harm you." I beg at his feet hoping he would have some mercy. Which soon shatters with his laugh... "Mohtarma you are begging to the wrong guy. My men could use some fun time with you" he holds my hair and picks me up and pushes mee soo hard that I lose balance and I hope I fall and injure my head. At least if that happens, I will be unconscious, and if god helps maybe dead. I stagger back only to collide with another body. I sigh of disappointment.

The person behind me does not touch me or hold me to stop me from falling. He just stands there like a wall. I don't turn because I am scared and tired of being played with like some toy. But the expressions of the people around me have changed drastically. They don't seem to enjoy the game enough now.

They all are looking at the person behind me.. with fear.... This forces me to turn back to look at the person. And I see one of the most beautiful eyes in front of me. Eyes which are enough to express the turmoil inside the Tall, Dusky....and probably the most handsome man I have ever seen.

I keep staring at him... at his kohled eyes. "uumm.. Nawaab Saheb sorry for the disturbance. We were just taking this girl away. She is creating nuisance here.. we will take her away immediately" Wajid says from behind.

I look around at others whose head are now bowed down. Then I look back at the Man who is the infamous Nawaab. He Is still looking at me with a blank expression. My eyes blur with unshed tears as I see my faith slipping away. "please" I whisper to any God listening.

He takes a step towards me, raises his arm, and catches one teardrop on his finger. I look at it and then at his eyes. My tears fall just like my hopes.

Here comes the King.. Our Nawaab. ;) I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.

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