Bronze at heart!
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"Sultan( king ) Ibrahim, I've a news for you, from India!" A man came running and kneeled before the king of Israel.
"Go on." He gestured, taking the grapes into his mouth.
He opens a scroll and starts reading, " Sultan Ibrahim Harman,
I wanted to notify that, we've things going on at our back, so we need to confront all of them. Se, I request your precious presence, in tomorrow's meeting, at Djawadi court!
Sukriya (Special thanks)." The man stopped and looked at his sultan.
" Prepare for today's journey and as Khalil Wazid ( Grand vizier ), to accompany us!" Sultan ordered sitting back on his sit.
AT INDIAN PALACE.
Sehzadi Hanshika, walked past Maharani Indulekha. She thought, ignoring Maharani is the best way to get safe without her tantrums but Maharani had other plans.
Maharani stopped in her tracks and voiced," You forgot, how to respect your elders, by staying with those old hogs, isn't it?"
"Old hogs, are better than the glittering gold, those are actually, bronze at heart!" Sehzadi replied and looked and Maharani and bowed a bit.
"Are you trying to indicate, this to a person in the castle?" Maharani asked, looking at the shinning ring on her hand.
" Who gave you this ring?" Sehzadi asked through gritted teeth.
"Your father said, your w***e mother, never deserved respect and this ring is our family ring, so he gave it to me!" Maharani replied with a smirk.
"My mother was a w***e, I agree, what're you then, sleeping with every new assigned sipahi and your daughter, slept with my future husband!" Sehzadi looked away.
" Doesn't matter what we do, atleast we stayed by the king's side in his highs and lows, not like your w***e mother, who left the king, only with bastard girl child. You're getting the throne, for sympathy, no one wants you to take the throne!" The Maharani stated.
" You know, everyone's heart, isn't it? And it's no sympathy darling, just am going to take what's mine, my right. I don't care if am the bastard, what me and my father know is, I'm the daughter of his true love! So don't you dare, open that rotten mouth of yours, this time you can't manipulate me and take away what's mine!" Sehzadi stated and left the hall.
" Let's see, what I can do!" Maharani smirked and left.
AT THE KING'S COURT.
"The Italian prince, is going to come for negotiation, call for Devi, she's gonna attend this with us!" Maharaja ordered.
"Yes, Maharaja!" The attendee bowed and left.
"Yes, father! You called me??" Devi entered the court.
"Yes, Devi! The Italian Negotiation!" Maharaja replied.
" Are they here?" Devi asked.
"Yes in the Mehman darbar ( guest house)!" Maharaja replied.
"Ok, then, let's have this negotiation, in the dinning hall during lunch!" Devi replied.
"Yes, let's go!" Maharaja got up from his throne and started walking.
"Yes father!" Devi followed her father.
AT THE DINNING HALL.
"Welcome the Italian prince, Marcus Umberto, along with his mother, Queen Vanessa Umberto and their attendants!" A servant announced.
Maharaja, Maharani, sehzadi and all other attendees got up from their seats to welcome, the Italian family.
Marcus was the first to enter the hall, followed by his mother and other attendees.
"Your honour." The Maharaja bowed a little.
But Marcus ignored this humble gesture, and went on to sit on his sit," Stop!" When a voice called him, he stopped and turned around to know the voice's true owner. And he was hypnotized, for the very moment. Her beautiful eyes, sexy Indian outfit and her brave stare, made him, to think about how she's gonna look, lying helplessly on the bed and moaning, on his torturous pleasures.
"Bow, to respect!" She looked directly into the prince's eyes, challenging him.
"Do, I've to?" He asked taking heavy steps, towards the Sehzadi.
"Yes, you've to!" She sneered at him.
There was a torturous silence, as if indicating war, to neutralize the situation, the Italian queen, came forward.
"Just give respect to the king!" She wishpered in the prince's ear," And stop looking at her like, that, you know why we're here? Not to find you a mistress!"
The prince bowed a little and uttered," Your majesty! and dear ladies!" He winked at them all.
"Your grace!" The queen came upto the Maharaja and held out her hands.
The Maharaja, followed the trend and kissed her hand and," My lord!"
All of them exchanged, their warm wishes and settled in their respective seats.
"So, Prince Marcus! The troops, you're demanding are highly armed and if we lose them, then, what's the guarantee, that, you'll be our ally!" Sehzadi devi, voiced.
" I'm here, to talk to the future king and not to you my lady!" The prince stated humbly.
" That's , what I'm, The future Queen of India!" She stated proudly.
"What?" The queen got up.
" Yes, this's true, please have seat." Maharaja announced.
" Are you saying, we're here for nothing?" The queen was furious.
" What does that mean?" Devi voiced out.
" I mean to say, since you don't have a son, let my son rule, this strong kingdom! Strong kingdoms are ruled by strong peoples and not you!" The queen pointed at the sehzadi.
" And, how do you know, that am not strong enough?" Devi pointed back.
" Can you even protect yourself from being r***d!" The queen laughed.
"why do i need to protect myself from such things, my sipahis are my strength and am their brain, that's what a higher position should be concerned of! and if you're talking about self defense, am sure am stronger than you in that!" Devi replied sternly.
" Interesting! You've a good vocal, I wonder, how you'll moan under me then!" Marcus commented.
"Yes, it's interesting, you know, that's not gonna happen ever and you're only going to wonder, what it would be like!" Devi smirked.
"Let's come back to the reason we're gathered here for!" Maharaja announced.
"Sure, Father! Give us some proof about, your promise!" Devi stated.
"What proof do you need!" The prince asked amusingly.
"Mala!" Devi called out, a young girl arrived with a scroll," Read it aloud!" Devi commanded.
"It's the scroll, that says, the parties will join hands in harmony and peace, if and only if the parties sign the treaty of peace, then India will send the troops and will merge with Italy, but both will have separate rules and rulers!" She bowed and left.
"Choose what you want!" Devi voiced.
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