Nawaaz-ud-din Muhammad (Nawaab) (pov)

I was busy enjoying my drinks with the entertaining dance, when I heard some commotion outside the tent areas. I could have just asked the guards to check, if I had them with me. but I sent them away for my private time. So I had to go check it myself. What I see outside leaves me stunned. A beautiful girl .... Probably the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She was crying and standing there, looking broken. Wajid says something which I don't ever register. I walk closer to her.. she looks soo good even while crying. Her tears flow on those milky cheeks. I catch one such tear on my fingers. Precious.... Her and her tears.

Looking at the situation., I get the clear idea that she might have trespassed and my guys who are just looking for fun and entertainment... got ideas seeing a lonely angel. Angel.....She looks too pure to be in our world. She is scared of me. I hear her whisper something, maybe a prayer. I want to hear her voice... ""How did you come here Girl?" I ask. And her response just proved my theory of the whole situation. Her sweet voice breaks along with her hopes for an escape. As I thought.. she is too pure for my world.

I give her an opening, a chance to leave, a chance to escape me. and as any person with some brains, she took the chance and turned to leave. Tch tch not so soon Angel. I wanted some appreciation for my good deed, it's not every day I give chances to people, let alone a chance to escape.

That's why I ask her for a proper thank you. I want her to appreciate me, to bow down to me, to praise me.... to see me as her God and her everything. This feels good. I step closer to her. "say thank you Shehenshah" I ask her. That is my dream. To rule this country. This beautiful rich country.

For now I want to rule this beautiful angel. "Thank you......sh.. Shehenshah" she repeats but with hesitance. Ahhh that feels good to my ears. Feels like heaven. This angel is the first person to call me that title. Soon everyone else will too. I lean closer to her.. inhaling her fear, her scent "soon all you Indians will call me Shehenshah" I tell her my dream, my determined decision.

Diya(pov)

I told Ma Sa everything... everything but about the Nawaab, Our interaction. I told her their leader was kind enough to leave me, which she obviously did not believe.. as according to her no Mughal is good or kind to do such a deed. She still believes, God is the one who saved me.If that is true then Nawaab ji was God's messenger.

I hug my Ma Sa tighter on our bed as I recall the evil faces of those men. Ma sa looks at me and caresses my head "it will all be ok my child, I am thankful to all the Gods who saved my baby today" she speaks on the verge of tears. I close my eyes in hopes to forget everything when I wake up... but that face flashes in my mind... that handsome face.. those kohled eyes.. "Shehenshah" I hear in his rough raw voice.

Next day.

I am busy with my books when I hear the sound of a chariot so close to our house. I run to see if any royal family is passing though here. Only to see my Pitaji getting down from a chariot along with the Prince and few guards surrounding them. This is unusual.. Prince dropping off a commoner like us on his own chariot? Why? I look at them confused and it seems our neighbors have the same questions in their mind.

Ma sa also joins me on the doorstep hearing all the commotion. She gasps loudly as if she saw God on our doorstep. Such an over actor she is. I laugh looking at her reaction which draws all attention towards us. Oops! I smile awkwardly no knowing what to do next. The prince and Pitaji walk together towards us. My Ma sa covers majority of her face with the pallu and bows her head down. Watching her panicking makes me smile and I follow her actions, bowing my head for the Prince.

"Nandini. Prince Vijay Sa has bestowed us with his presence to tell us about his and his highness's decision which we discussed today after the Pooja" Pitaji speaks directly to my Mother. I am sure its something about other poojas and rituals for the welfare of Rajput Rule and the royal family. Who cares about the common people anyway. Between the fight of these rulers, it's us , the common people who suffer. Like yesterday. Do our Kings have any idea about what goes on the ground level? What we suffer? Huh!!

Suddenly I hear collective gasps of the neighbours and other people standing around our house, and my mother in standing there with both of her hands on her mouth as if she heard something shocking. I was so deep in my thoughts that I ignored whatever my Pitaji said.

I could not ask her what was said as the prince and everyone are still standing here, and all are looking at me. it seemed whatever he said was something good.. so I smiled at the prince and Pitaji, as they are looking at me as if waiting for my reaction. The Prince nods with a smile and turns to leave, my father following him till his chariot. As they go, my mother jumps and hugs me tightly with joy which makes me laugh. "what was that for?" I ask between my laughter. She breaks the hug and looks at me proudly with tears in her eyes. "My princess is going to be a real princess" she says caressing my cheeks. I am confused.. what? As I register her words I back off from her embrace.

"what??? Ma Sa what did Pita ji say???" I ask just to confirm my doubts. She laughs "My daughter is going to marry the Prince of Amer" she rejoices. NOOOOO!! I close my eyes in despair, all the incidents from yesterday till today flash before my eyes. One face gets stuck in my mind. That face... and those Kohled eyes.

ok so question of the chapter- what did you interpret about Our Nawaab from the chapter?

please tell me your views.. I would love to read your opinions about the character. ;)