Within that labyrinth of light-and-shadow lit by the mysterious torches of the prison, a taut excitement was present then. Standing behind the concealment of the wall, observing the scene of Snigdha's extreme arrogant statements and her granting threats to the tantrik breaking the name of Prafulla, the dam of Prafulla's tolerance broke into pieces in a single blink. His 2 eyes became completely red in rage and the blood of grievance was boiling-boiling within his veins. Prafulla, being unable to hold himself back for even a single moment anymore, stretched a massive right hand of his own out into the breast of the air. He was advancing forcefully so that, in a single clutch, holding the cherished fist of hair of Snigdha remaining on the other side of the iron bars tight, he could pull and drag her outside and mix all her arrogance into the dust.
When Prafulla, becoming blind in wrath, was about to go to grip the fist of Snigdha's hair, right at that very moment, his supreme affectionately cherished little sister Pravasha standing beside him gripped that stretched out hand of her elder brother tight with her own 2 hands with extreme intelligence. Stopping Prafulla midway itself, whispering in an extremely calm yet firm voice, she uttered, "Dada! You please keep a little control over your own mind. You do not go to execute any such haste or foolishness at this moment, re Dada! If you, in the heat of rage now, holding her fist of hair, commence to beat her in front of everyone, then the entire situation itself will turn upside down and the actual purpose of ours itself will end up getting destroyed. We, on our part, know terribly well indeed that Didi Snigdha is playing a baddish big move from inside. What more she actually desires to execute taking Rupanjan, how far up to the ugly conspiracy of her mind has advanced, and what all prophecies this tantrik himself is informing her observing her hand—that amounts to a matter we need to listen to very well from the concealment beforehand, re Dada! Let us first know well entirely what she desires to execute, thereafter we will take appropriate measures against her. You become calm now, Dada!"
After hearing this kind of extremely discerning and intelligence-bright statement from the mouth of her own little sister Pravasha, that chora rage of Prafulla went turned to water as it were in a single moment. He stood stock-still and rolled his own stretched out hand back slowly. Releasing a long sigh, looking toward Pravasha, Prafulla uttered in a baddish affection, "Yes re sister! You have spoken the absolute right statement. I, on my part, in the shock of rage, had made my own head baddish hot. I was going to beat her becoming devoid of sense of right and wrong in that manner it is true, but if I went to lay a hand upon her body inside the jail now, then in front of these convicts and guards, a baddish ugly and bad situation would have been created. She, turning things around, would have obtained an opportunity to mount blame upon us. Better than that, rather, the way you spoke is precisely the best intelligence! Remaining hidden quietly right here behind the concealment of the wall, let us first listen well to what villainous plan she is actually executing within her own mind. And what that tantrik himself desires to inform her observing the lines of her hand, let us also listen to that with our own ears remaining a little in the concealment. What say you, you have spoken right, isn't it, sister?"
Hearing this kind of praise of her own intelligence from the mouth of Prafulla, the fear within the interior of Pravasha's mind cleared away. Looking toward the elder brother, becoming overflowing with supreme reverence and love, she uttered, "Yes Dada! You have comprehended absolute right.You are truly the best Dada of this entire earth, re! You comprehend the statement of my mind so easily, and the moment I do not finish speaking 1 statement, you listen to the statement of your own sister becoming calm like that! Obtaining a supreme kind and righteous Dada like you as a brother in my own life, this life of mine has become blessed, re Dada. You are truly the biggest shelter of my life, you are my best Dada!"
Prafulla then smiled a little hearing this kind of emotion-choked statement of his own sister. Stroking the head of Pravasha gently, pretending to grant a mild scold, he uttered, "Let it be, let it be! No need to hit so much nackamo and pakamo of yours in front of me anymore, re sister! I am your Dada, looking after your good-and-bad is precisely my duty. Now come, keep your own mouth completely closed and listen sharpening your ears well to what that devil girl desires to execute standing in front of the chamber now. Observe what drama she executes!" Uttering this, the 2 of them looked toward Snigdha and the tantrik again with deep concentration.
Over there, standing absolute facing the chamber, Snigdha had become baddish impatient by then. Obtaining no answer from the tantrik, stamping her own 2 feet upon the ground, calling sweetly in an extremely nackamo-filled affectionate tune, she uttered, "Ogo tantrik Boudi! Kindly open your own mouth now, na! Since when I am standing fixated upon my own two feet in the corridor of this damp dark jail, go! My 2 feet are hurting a baddish lot, re Boudi! I fall at your feet, you now quickly speak through your own mouth what such terrifying and bad thing did you observe inside this left hand of mine, because of which you were executing the drama of becoming unconscious in that manner? Kindly speak to me, na Boudi, I am having a lot of distress!"
Hearing the call of 'Boudi' and this kind of artificial affectionate nackamo from the mouth of Snigdha, the tantrik then dove into a massive ocean of thought within his own mind. Looking toward the hand of Snigdha, he commenced to speak within his own thoughts, "Huh! No matter how much nackamo this girl executes in front of me now for accomplishing her own self-interest, and no matter how much affectionately making it sweet she calls me 'Boudi, Boudi' through her sweet voice, I, however, have recognized her actual form terribly well indeed! This girl, just a little while ago, granted a threat of finishing alive this guard, the very life of my life, my gold gold husband! I, being a tantrik endowed with supernatural power, will never forget this kind of insulting threat upon my own husband so easily! I will grant her a massive big appropriate education for this indeed. However, now going to examine the lines of her hand, the absolute truth that I managed to observe through my own magical supernatural vision—that amounts to something baddish strange and terrifying indeed!"
Going deeper within his own thoughts, observing the prophecy, the tantrik commenced to speak, "I can observe absolute clearly in the lines of this Snigdha's hand that, the boy named Rupanjan regarding whom she is speaking—that exact same boy, the two princesses of this Junagarh royal palace, meaning this Snigdha and her own little sister Pravasha—both together at the same time have sat down loving from the depth of the soul of their own minds! For the exact same boy, the minds of 2-2 girls are twitching. But the most strange and wonderful matter is—that love of Pravasha is, however, completely one-sided! Rupanjan up to this moment does not know even a single fraction regarding this love of Pravasha. And over there, this Snigdha and Rupanjan—the two of them, however, truly used to love each other baddish well for the past 5 years. However, I am able to observe this too by my own magical power that—Snigdha, at the absolute beginning stage of her life, initially loved Rupanjan with as much pure mind and from the depth of the soul, now, however, not a single fraction of anything of that pure love for Rupanjan remains left within her mind! She is now just executing a massive big drama!"