The moment this name 'Rupanjan' and the statement of intense love toward him were heard suddenly from the mouth of Snigdha, the environment inside the entire prison became stationary in a single blink. Sushila remaining in the adjacent chamber and that devil pack of friends of Snigdha remaining in the other chamber—everyone sustained 1 massive shock and startled in an ultimate manner!
Looking toward the face of one another inside the chamber, becoming surprised, Snigdha's friends commenced to speak in a whisper, "Ore baba! What an episode, re! This Princess Snigdha has at long last arrived over here to search for the boy named Rupanjan? Bapre bap! The tenderness of love for Rupanjan has upsurged within her mind now? When this girl possessed so much whim of love toward Rupanjan, then why did she, scolding Rupanjan in such a filthy language in front of everyone of the royal palace, depart to the bed of another voluptuous boy, yeah? Had she remained well without executing that sort of filthiness with Rupanjan, then on the contrary, she would not have to hold the feet of this tantrik today!"
Then another friend, tilting the mouth, uttered, "Yes re brother, you have spoken the absolute right statement! I do not desire at all to observe this kind of two-faced arrogant girls with my 2 eyes! But what else shall I execute speak, she is the daughter of the King-Queen, the principal princess of this Junagarh! Therefore, ordinary friends like us have to close our mouths now and sit quietly in the corner of the jail indeed. Observe indeed what a pathetic condition of ours! Dressing as criminals, we are consuming mosquito bites in this filthy prison, and she is roaming around outside. If we approach to speak more words now, she, speaking to Prafulla, will straightway grant us death sentence and impale us upon a stake! Better than that brother, remaining silent to save one's own life is good. Come, we watch the theater silently as to what new drama this girl executes in front of the tantrik now!" Uttering this, the friends stopped the whispering among themselves and remained silent.
Over there, sitting in the dark corner of the adjacent chamber, when that devil Sushila heard the name 'Rupanjan, Rupanjan' repeatedly from the mouth of Snigdha, then all the old memories inside her head sustained a massive shock suddenly as it were. Placing her hand upon her own forehead, narrowing her 2 eyes, she attempted to remember, "Rupanjan... Rupanjan! Where indeed have I heard this name? Yes, a terribly familiar-familiar name indeed! Let me remember a little well look here!" After thinking for a short while placing her hand upon her own head, suddenly her 2 eyes became large and wide with excitement as it were! Placing her hand upon her own cheek, she commenced to mutter, "Yes! Now I remember absolute clearly! For searching this boy named Rupanjan precisely, just a few days ago indeed, my own womb's daughter Pravasha had arrived near the chamber of this tantrik like a thief and was weeping! And today this Snigdha girl too is arriving and holding the feet of the tantrik and stating—she reportedly loves Rupanjan, and Rupanjan reportedly loves her! Ore baba! I am unable to comprehend this entire equation a fraction at all! What amounts to its actual meaning, speak look here?"
Sitting upon the floor of her own chamber, scratching her own head in extreme confusion and wrath, Sushila commenced to speak within her thoughts, "Does that mean my own daughter Pravasha has also fallen in love with this Rupanjan boy? And this Snigdha too is claiming him as her own husband? Oh Bhagwan! I obtained proof with my own ears today that my daughter Pravasha is an absolute idiot, an absolute cow and goat that consumes cow-dung! Does any intelligence or anything called brain exist inside her head at all, or is she an absolute crazy person? When so many, so many princes and good boys are present in Junagarh, my daughter was unable to choose a pure and separate love human for herself? Where she should fly a little high, that is not happening—she is dying weeping to make the leftover leftover item fellated and kept by another girl her own husband? Chi! For what is this massive vanity of this girl, re? Truly, had I kept her near myself from childhood and granted my own crooked education, then she would not have to observe this abominable day today! But my daughter did not grow up in my education, under whose indulgence did she grow up? She grew up in the bad education of that devil Queen Arohi of the royal palace! Because she became human in the education of Arohi, today my daughter, losing her own intelligence, is proceeding to execute an abominable work like snatching away the love human of another!"
Wrinkling her face in extreme hatred toward Snigdha, Sushila now thought within her thoughts, "And discarding the statement of that Snigdha indeed! Snigdha is the own womb's daughter of that Arohi. She is a number 1 fallen woman and filthy! She reportedly loves this Rupanjan, yet despite her lover being present, she reportedly, becoming attracted toward another voluptuous boy in the concealment of the royal palace, had departed to spend the night in his room! She did not even hesitate to execute inverted-filthy activities along with him! Bapre bap, I did not know a single fraction of all these secret filthinesses all this while at all! I used to contemplate Snigdha is a terribly pure and lakshmi girl! Baba go Baba! This is reportedly the actual character of the principal princess of Junagarh? That means that Arohi of this royal palace or any of her womb's children are not good at all! These people have rotted thoroughly from inside! Today I came to know the actual form of Snigdha from the mouth of these devil friends with my own ears. Chi chi chi! Snigdha is such a filthy girl! And my own daughter Pravasha too is an absolute illiterate! She, falling into the چکر of that Arohi, growing up in Arohi's education, has today made her own elder sister's love male the king of her own mind! She possesses no understanding power of her own that she will choose a good boy separately for herself, that is not happening—where people have discarded a leftover item, she has chosen that as her own! And what kind of a boy is this Rupanjan himself, re baba? What a splendor of his name! The princesses of Junagarh are roaming around crazy for him! With the hen of which farm he used to stay beforehand, there exists no certainty of that! Let it go, let it go, proceeding to speak anything more regarding the people of this royal palace of mine is a mistake. If I approach to speak words in the midst of these people again in the shock of rage, 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 feel a lot of fear baba, I rather close my own mouth and watch the drama silently." Sushila commenced to execute all these crooked thoughts within her thoughts.
Over there, standing in front of the tantrik's chamber, Snigdha had kept her own hand stretched out indeed. For a long time, without granting any answer, the tantrik was merely looking toward the palm of Snigdha's hand and blinking his own 2 eyes making them round and circular. Observing the tantrik remaining silent in that manner, Snigdha became terribly impatient. Shaking the hand of the tantrik a little, she uttered in an extremely eager voice, "What happened Boudi? Why are you merely observing my hand for all this while, why are you not speaking anything with your own mouth? Kindly speak, na Boudi—when will the marriage of mine and Rupanjan occur? I am having a lot of worry, go, you speak something!"
The tantrik alias the new Boudi then scratched his own beard a little with his left hand. Thereafter, adjusting and sitting after pulling that ghaghra of Pravasha of his own body, pouting his lips in an extremely nackamo and affectionate tune, he uttered, "Are dhur gold girl! I observe you are terribly impatient indeed! Execute a little patience, na go, if one has to observe the hand, it will take a little time indeed, isn't that correct? Am I some ordinary human that the moment I touch your hand, chanting incantations, I will come to know everything in 1 minute by magical power? It will take a little time for me to observe by my own supernatural vision, isn't that correct? You stand becoming a little calm, I am observing what is written upon your forehead!" Uttering this, the tantrik commenced to observe Snigdha's hand with deep concentration again, and Snigdha too, taking all the hopes-aspirations of her own mind, remained looking toward the face of the tantrik like a chatak bird.