Placing her hand upon her own forehead and releasing a long sigh, Sushila uttered within her thoughts again, "No baba no! It behaviors me to keep my own mouth closed indeed, I won't utter even a single statement more through my own mouth regarding this matter! If I approach to utter some words in the midst of these people now, then on the contrary, becoming angry, chanting incantations, when that magician tantrik will turn me into a bakpakhi again and shut me inside a cage possesses no certainty! I possess a fraction of no whim anymore to become a bakpakhi, baba! Rather than that, it is better I keep my own 2 ears closed and watch the drama silently."
Right at that very moment, swaying the corner of his own ghaghra with his hand, the tantrik went and stood right face-to-face with Snigdha. Blinking his own 2 eyes, tilting his waist in an absolute effeminate style, he uttered, "Then who are you, he beautiful girl? What have you arrived to execute in this broken chamber of ours in this early morning, go? What work belongs to a princess like you over here, will you speak a little to me?"
Puffing up his own cheeks, bringing his 2 hands near the chest, delivering nackamo a lot, matching the tune, the tantrik uttered, "Yes go beautiful! I am that tantrik indeed! But on the contrary, if you utter merely tantrik, it will become a mistake, go girl, look—just as I am a tantrik, in that exact same manner, this handsome guard standing beside is my own married husband! Although his identity in this royal palace was as a mere guard, therefore I call him guard out of love sometimes. Otherwise, he is the soul of my soul, my gold husband, go! I call him gold affectionately indeed, he is my gold future husband!" While uttering this precisely, turning toward the guard suddenly, becoming red in shame in front of everyone itself, the tantrik clasped the throat of the guard with his own 2 hands and ended up planting a massive, loud kiss upon his cheek forcefully!
Observing this scene of a male kissing another male's cheek, Snigdha was going to be slain with laughter again. But right then, those statements uttered by Pravasha suddenly came and pierced like arrows within her mind. She thought within her thoughts, "No, whatsoever happens, happens—no matter how much this tantrik executes nackamo and drama like females now, Pravasha however had stated clearly that a supernatural and terrifying mesmerizing power is hidden inside this tantrik! Reportedly, if he becomes angry, he turns up terribly terrifying. Surely some supernatural power is present inside him, because of which precisely Prafulla and Pravasha have confined him executing so much hardship. Right now, perhaps he is pretending to remain good in that manner in front of us, that is correct, but actually he is terribly clever!" Contemplating this, Snigdha restrained her own laughter by force.
Observing Snigdha remaining silent, the tantrik suddenly delivered another minor leap inside the jail, clapped his hands, and uttered, "What go girl? Why did you remain silent? What that beautiful name of yours amounts to, that indeed you have not spoken to me yet, go! Speak, speak, grant a little of your own identity to me, na, gold girl!"
Erecting her own royal chin a little, Snigdha uttered in a grave voice, "I am the principal princess of this Junagarh royal palace. My name is Princess Snigdha!"
The moment the word 'Princess' was heard from the mouth of Snigdha, placing his hand upon his own cheek, pretending to become surprised, stretching his face toward the adjacent chamber, the tantrik uttered, "Baba go! You are a princess? Then how many princesses reside in this Junagarh, go baba? O Sushila Boudi! Look a little toward this side, na go! Your own daughter Pravasha is also a princess indeed, whose this favorite ghaghra stealing and wearing I am sitting in the jail in supreme peace now! Again, now this girl too is arriving and stating that she reportedly is the princess of this palace! How many princesses are present over here, go Boudi? Bapre bap, your that Maharaja Aditya, on the contrary, I observe was a terribly powerful male, go! He, in his own life, has created so many princesses and female folk and left them? One has to accept his power indeed!"
The moment such an extremely objectionable, filthy, and inverted-nonsense statement regarding her own husband Maharaja Aditya was heard from the mouth of the tantrik, Sushila was no longer able to restrain her own rage. Shaking the iron bars of her own chamber with her 2 hands, narrowing her eyes toward the tantrik, she screamed out, "You hypocrite tantrik! Control your own mouth and speak! Because you are confined inside the jail, will you utter whatsoever pleases you or what? You won't utter this kind of filthy and inverted-nonsense statements regarding our Maharaja in front of me at all, I have declared to you! Do not cross your own limit, you!"
Observing Sushila executing that kind of piercing scream, the tantrik did not become afraid even a single fraction, rather pouting his own lips, he uttered in a terribly affectionate tune, "What go Sushila Boudi! Why are you becoming so much angry upon me in this morning, go? I merely executed a little of joke-fun with you indeed! You are a terribly naughty Boudi, but!" Uttering this, standing inside the jail, the tantrik commenced to laugh loudly with a giggle.
Sushila observed that there is no profit at all in arguing with this crazy person, on the contrary, when he will end up executing what possesses no certainty. Therefore, swallowing her own rage somehow, faltering a little, she uttered, "No... no no! Why shall I approach to become angry upon you anymore? I had become a little angry indeed, but now my rage has subsided. You execute your own work."
The tantrik then, looking toward Sushila, waving his hand, uttered, "You observed indeed Boudi, what a crazy-crazy conduct you are executing? Once you are stating I have become angry, again in the very next moment you are stating no I have not executed anger! Truly Boudi, remaining confined in this dark jail, your head has gone completely, you execute 1 task—you sleep on the bed a little now quietly and take rest, to begin with, you do not have to speak words in the midst of us anymore."
Silencing Sushila, the tantrik turned and stood toward Snigdha now, blinked his own eyelids, and uttered, "Then discard all those faltyu statements, gold girl. When your name is Snigdha, then speak the actual statement now, look here—becoming such a big princess of this royal palace of Junagarh, why have you arrived to see ordinary convicts like us in this dark prison of the underworld, go? When you have arrived to see us, then observe well, observe well! Look here, shall I turn around in a circle a little showing you in this state of wearing a ghaghra, or shall I lift the lower portion a little and show you, speak look here? How beautiful am I looking, speak a little with your own mouth, na Snigdha girl!"
Hearing this kind of nackamo and filthy joking of the tantrik, Snigdha became extremely annoyed. Raising her own hand, she uttered in a scolding tune, "You tantrik! Quiet your own mouth completely! Standing in front of me, you cannot execute this kind of faltyu effeminate style and filthiness! I have not arrived over here to watch this faltyu dance-song of yours. I possess 1 massive necessary work with you, terribly urgent work!"
When Sushila heard the words 'necessary work' from the mouth of Snigdha from the adjacent chamber, she became intensely curious within her thoughts. Placing her hand upon her own forehead, she commenced to mutter, "What a surprise! What such necessary work can belong to this Snigdha girl with this hypocrite tantrik again, re baba? For this necessary work precisely, she has come running over here in this early morning? Ore baba, I however won't proceed to utter a single thing anymore regarding this matter! On that day, because of going to speak more words, this devil had turned me into a bakpakhi! I have truly survived a terribly big survival. Actually, my head itself is terribly bad, and this own rage of mine I can never manage on any day! For that precisely, such massive mistakes occur in my life and so many mishaps end up happening to me! Let it go, let it go, whatever was to happen has happened—I keep my own mouth fully closed now and eavesdrop silently to listen as to what new villainous task this Snigdha girl has arrived to execute near this tantrik!"
Over there, hearing the scolding of Snigdha, placing his finger on his own mouth, the tantrik uttered in a nackamo-filled voice like an absolute ignorant child, "Oma! Is it so indeed, go princess? Then what such work can belong to you with me, go? What such necessary work taking you have come running to me in this morning, open up a little and speak to me, na gold girl!" Uttering this, holding the corner of his own ghaghra, the tantrik remained standing, eager awaiting the answer of Snigdha, and Snigdha too commenced to prepare herself to speak that latent desire of her own mind in front of the tantrik.