Diya (pov)

I don't think I will survive this. Now their master has come. The Cruel Nawaab. He looks like an angel but is nothing less than a devil. I look at the drop of tear on his finger. Then I look at his eyes pleading him to prove me wrong. "How did you come here Girl?" he asks in his deep husky voice. For a second I get distracted looking at him just staring at that teardrop on his finger. "I--- I was just passing through the jungle and .... Heard some noise.. I swear I am not your enemy.. I am just a simple girl..... I did not mean to disturb your party—please forgive me and just let me go..." I croak

He finally stops playing with that drop of tear and looks at me with such intensity. "who stopped you? If you want to go.. just go." He speaks so casually like I am the one who chose to stay here. I look around at those three men and the man named Wajid. They all have turned serious, no laughter, no evil smirks, no lusty eyes. Just blank face looking at their leader, Their Nawaab.

I look back at their leader in confusion on which he just raises one of his eyebrows. "do you want to stay here and entertain us?" he mocks me. I know I should turn and go back.. but I am unable to digest the fact that the Cruel king just gave me an opening for escape. I can't believe this. "I... can I.. Go?" I ask still confused of the turn of events.

"If you want to stay.. Go ahead, it will be our pleasure" He smirks seemingly enjoying my confused look. I get the meaning behind his statement "No No I will go. Thank you.. th.. thank you soo much" I bow my head and turn around, walking towards my escape route.

"is this how you Indians thank anyone? I heard you great Indians join your hands and thank them with respect, specially a King" I voice stops me. i knew this would not be easy.. I knew it. Afterall he is the Nawaab, the famous Cruel King. I turn and see all of his people looking at me. he is not my king but I guess I can thank him properly. "Thank you" I fold my hands in Namaste and bow my head. He walks towards me.. stopping just a few steps away. "Say Thank you....Shehenshah " he says asking me to repeat his words. I cannot say that. I don't see him as my king. I have heard stories of his cruelty from my father. I gulp and he comes closer intimidating me to repeat his words. I want to just escape this nightmare. " thank you.. Sh... Shehenshah". I stammer, He smirks looking at my hesitation and leans closer. I stand still, and inhale his intoxicating smell. His lips at my ear causes my breath to hitch "soon all you Indians will call me Shehenshah" he whispers. I shiver on his firm statement.

I don't know if that shiver was because of fear or... because of his close proximity and his confidence on his statement. He backs off and shoos me away like I am some unwanted creature. But I am glad of it anyway. It's a infinite times better than being treated as a toy.

I run and don't turn back... I run and run ,finally exiting the forest and reaching my village. I don't stop.. until finally I see my home. My home where I see my mother sitting on the doorstep... waiting for me. when she sees me at a distance ,she stands... and I run straight into her arms finally finding peace. I cry... I cry like I have never cried before... I could only come back.. back to my home, back to my Ma sa, back into these arms just because of Nawaab.. no... just because of 'Nawaab Saheb'.

There you go lovelies!! another update!! i know its kinda short. next one will be a long one ;) until then enjoy this chapter and shower it with your votes and lots of comments. Silent readers, don't be shy please vote and comment your views, i love reading them. :)