Three Great Emperors had toiled hard to build the vast and flourishing legacy of the 'Mughal Empire', keeping relative peace by unifying its Mughals and Hindus. However; by mid 1600s, cracks began to appear in its solid foundations. Insecurities crept in through the gaps, widening the gulfs between the two religions once again.
With the old Emperor becoming too feeble to take charge and his jealous successors remaining preoccupied with expansion and power, the damage was never repaired. Not surprising then that new rebellions arose every day. Violence escalated, claiming many innocent lives.
Yet; in the midst of such turmoil and peril, there bloomed a beautiful story - much like a lone flower blossoming upon the steepest edges of a cliff - a story of love, of sacrifice and honour!
Forced to flee from her motherland, the one home she knew... forced to leave behind her people, for whom, she was their only hope...forced to grievously abandon the last rites of her loved one while the flames on the pyre were still ablaze...the orphaned heiress of 16 overcame grief and many shortcomings, as she embarked on a long dangerous path... setting out to seek help and support, for her people and her lands...
Till a chance stay with a complete stranger would change the course of those very plans forever!
Being the most shrewd, determined and unforgiving of the lot meant he was formidable... a force to be reckoned with... it also meant he could have owned it all - riches, power, women and fame... but, he fancied none of it...
As a recluse with simple tastes, the rich life held no real appeal... power didn't tempt him... women didn't interest him... his passion was work and his only family were a few loyal friends... he had decided that he wanted little else in life...
Till a chance visit from a complete stranger would change that decision forever!
What a creation Sahiba!
One doesn't need to wield the sword to prove one's bravery. Her mind was a weapon sharper and her will was a weapon stronger.
He is proof positive that God resides at the most unexpected places...his simple gesture of refusing Durga's ring despite realising its sale value knowing its value to the lady as much as its worth - compare him to the foul swine who despite knowing Durga's value and worth, sold her out to the devil.
And his conscience ( that went for a holiday when he cornered Heera and humiliated her to appease his ego inspite of knowing that he had orphaned her ) is the first ember. The tyrants always fear the ones they oppressed despite all their acts of bravery and Mahender truly fears the Ustaad. Unlike Khalil he has been raised in a proper family and is familiar with 'truth alone triumphs'. He fears that his treachery will bring about his downfall. He fears Durga's spirit will cause his defeat. He fears Ustaad's shadow too and is not assured despite the fact that the Ustaad is a mere shadow of what he was. He fears the consequences if he lost. His country will lose its heir, prestiege and he will lose his life and credibility. He will , i am sure, collapse at the mere sight of Ustaad when he marches into the arena in his usual smart self. Me waiting waiting for the day.
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