Placing his hand upon his own cheek, delivering nackamo, the tantrik then uttered, "Oma! Is it so indeed? On my part, I comprehended you arrived for some other reason. When you have arrived for some other reason indeed, gold girl, then why were you speaking all this while coming near my ear and whispering like a thief that—whatsoever I will utter, I must grant all the answers terribly slowly? Why was there any need to speak hiding like a thief in this manner, let me listen? Surely some thief's mind is twitching within your mind!"
Swallowing her own rage somehow, Snigdha uttered, "Oh, a massive reason belongs to it, because of which precisely I told you to speak slowly. You do not have to strike too much smartness regarding that, tantrik Baba! Okay, speak 1 statement look here—by exactly what name shall I call you, yeah? I do not know any name of yours. Shall I call you Parameshwari, or shall I call you Phuleshwari? Which 1 is your liking?"
Hearing this kind of beautiful, beautiful female names of his own from the mouth of Snigdha, the tantrik became terribly pleased. Holding the corner of his own ghaghra, wearing a sliver of a bashful smile, he uttered, "Baba go! Princess girl, you granted terribly beautiful, beautiful names to me, go! Parameshwari, Phuleshwari—bah, how sweet to listen! But those names do not become my liking at all, go. Better than that, taking the name of this husband of mine, you call me 'Guard's Wife'! That feels terribly good to listen to. And if you cannot call me that, then you call me 'Boudi' affectionately, go! Yes, the name Boudi is terribly cute! From today, you will call me Boudi indeed, okay?"
Hearing that she has to call a beard-and-mustache-bearing male tantrik 'Boudi', Snigdha, in the midst of her extreme annoyance, was unable to restrain her laughter for another moment. Smiling mildly, she uttered, "Okay fine, tantrik Baba! From today, I will call you 'Boudi' indeed. Then Boudi, if I call you Boudi, you will grant the correct answer to all the questions of my mind, right? You won't execute any trickery with me, right?"
The tantrik alias the new Boudi then, thumping his own chest, uttered, "Yes yes! Surely I will speak, go gold girl! By this supernatural magical power of mine, as much as I know, that much I will definitely speak to you clearly, you do not execute a fraction of any worry at all. Now kindly speak that statement of your mind, let me listen, what do you desire to come to know from me?"
The moment this assurance was obtained from the tantrik, Snigdha did not execute a delay of even another single moment. Casting off her own royal gravity, becoming extremely eager, she stretched her own left hand out toward the tantrik through the gap of the iron bars. Thereafter, in an extremely emotion-laden and plaintive voice, she uttered, "Boudi! Observing this left hand of mine well, calculating a little by your own supernatural magical power, won't you speak—that handsome boy of Junagarh, Rupanjan, whether my marriage with that Rupanjan will ever occur on any day at all or not? And if the marriage occurs, when will that auspicious marriage day arrive? Boudi, I love that Rupanjan much more than my own life, and he too loves me a lot! A deep relationship of 5 years belongs to us, re Boudi! Observing the hand a little, won't you speak when our marriage will occur?"