The moment the light of the torches became clear and Snigdha looked well toward the face of the tantrik, the dam of her laughter broke and shattered thoroughly, as it were. She observed, the tantrik, bearing a face full of beard and mustache, wearing a massive vermilion dot upon his forehead, yet standing having wrapped a female ghaghra upon his body and bearing a strange nackamo-filled effeminate smile upon his face! Witnessing this kind of a strange episode of form, Snigdha was no longer able to remain standing upon her own feet. Laughing, she sat down with a giggle right on the filthy floor of the jail, and thereafter, in the shock of laughter, commenced to roll on the ground! Observing a princess roll on the ground and laugh like a mad person in this manner, the atmosphere of the prison turned into a strange farce.
Over here, witnessing this kind of Snigdha's rolling and laughing conduct upon the floor, the tantrik on his part became thoroughly intimidated inside his own chamber. In fear and excitement, gripping his own ghaghra with 2 hands, he executed such a massive leap from upon the floor of the jail that what shall I utter! The tantrik, in a single leap, mounted upon the air and his head went and struck straight against that completely hard ceiling of the stony prison chamber—thash! Following the forceful striking of his own head against the ceiling, screaming in pain as "Uima go, Baba go", he fell down again with a thud, crashing upon the floor of the jail!
Witnessing this scene of the tantrik striking his head against the ceiling in a single leap in this manner, the remaining convicts and guards of the jail became thoroughly dumbfounded. That devil Sushila remaining in the adjacent chamber and that traitorous guard remaining in the tantrik's own chamber—the 2 of them became thoroughly anxious and bewildered, contemplating indeed which side to manage and which side to look at! Sushila, observing Snigdha rolling on the ground and laughing, suppresses her mouth and smiles once, again in the very next moment, observing that leaping tantrik holding the bars of the jail, strikes her own forehead! And over there, that devil guard on his part, placing his hand upon his own head, was unable to insert anything into his mind at all as to whether he should manage his own strange tantrik wife upon observing him twitching in pain, or whether he should calm Snigdha down upon observing this kind of mad-like laughter of hers. A massive circus commenced across the entire prison!
After a short while, the tantrik somehow stood up from the floor, rubbing his own waist with his hand. Gazing toward his that guard husband, he uttered in an extremely affectionate and nackamo-filled voice out of wounded pride, "Ogo husband! You hold my hand a little, you won't leave me absolute alone, go! Uima! Uima go! Have you observed the audacity of this beautiful wife of yours? You observed indeed, in the shock of that witch girl's laughter, how everything cooked like a khichuri within my head and entered completely into the wall, go! My head became fully cracked and split into four! Even then you are standing over here like a wooden doll and watching? Why are you not holding my hand and lifting me, let me listen? And why talk merely of holding the hand and lifting, were you unable to clasp me to your own chest lifting me in your own 2 hands into your lap? What a kind of husband you are, go!"
Witnessing this kind of untimely romance and nackamo of the tantrik, that devil guard became extremely annoyed and ashamed. Checking the mouth of the tantrik with his own hand, he uttered in a kora voice in a whisper, "Are you keep absolute quiet now during this time of danger! You do not have to execute your that 'Uima Uima' and nackamo at this time! Has a blow been inflicted upon your head truly or do you have to hurl your that old cheap dialogue itself in front of the princess at this time, yeah? Has your intellect washed and cleared away completely, re baba? Kindly close your own mouth and sit quietly in 1 corner of the jail! You have consumed your own honor-respect beforehand indeed, now I observe you will consume my head completely!" Witnessing all these strange conduct-episodes of the guard and the tantrik with her own eyes, Snigdha now gradually calmed down a little. Brushing the dust of her own body, she stood up from the floor and in a hurry-scurry manner went and stood right face-to-face with the iron bars of that chamber where the tantrik and the guard were confined.
Meanwhile, from the darkness of the adjacent chamber, Sushila was observing this entire scene narrowing her 2 eyes. Observing Snigdha down in this prison, a massive hitch and suspicion chided up inside Sushila's mind. She commenced to utter within her own thoughts, "What an episode is this, re baba! What has commenced in the prison of this royal palace of Junagarh recently, speak look here? Just a few days ago indeed, my own womb's daughter Pravasha had arrived over here concealing her face like a thief, again before a few days could pass following that, I observe this princess Snigdha herself has descended down in a hurry-scurry manner to the prison of this underworld! Have these 2 together turned this prison into the garden of their own father's house or what? Whensoever it pleases whosoever, she herself has commenced movement over here along with the entire family! Has some new drama commenced over here or what, that all the actors and actresses are arriving and appearing 1 by 1 in the prison dungeon?"