—Borders of Agra, Jungle—
A woman was walking alone, wearing a black cape, to hide her heavy clothes and jewellery. She pushed the branches away and kept walking deeper into the forest.
She reached a certain point and saw a huge pyre in the middle and a lady who looked like a maniac with her pepper white dirty hair, a huge black tika on her forehead, ashes smeared on her face kept shaking her head in circular patterns.
"I knew you were to come soon." The sorceress said without looking up.
The lady slid the shawl from her face away and she was none other than Malika-e-jahan. "You know what to do. Do it fast. I've never seen my son so desperate for anyone. They are coming close. Nobody can harm my monarch. Help me."
"It is too soon. Any enchantment takes a few weeks to work. Your so
