A tense silence prevailed all around. Right at that moment, showing a clean pair of heels to the entire grave environment, the miraculously empowered, skirt-wearing Tantrik burst into a loud fit of giggles. Coming out through the gaps of the iron bars of her cell, she rushed very close to her highly cherished, golden husband—that is, the royal guard standing nearby.
Gently brushing her colorful veil against the guard's body, the Tantrik contorted her face and spoke in a thoroughly affectation-filled, feminine voice and an affectionate tone, saying, "What is it, my husband? My supremely beautiful golden husband! How are you doing in this early morning, go? Oh listen, husband, seeing you from so close inside this torch-lit, thrilling dark prison, a massive desire has awakened inside my mind to sing a song go! Will you please touch my pure body with that strong hand of yours just once and swear a massive oath let me see—that you will never leave me and go anywhere else in this life? You will only remain trapped inside the heart of this delicate wife of yours for all time, tell me, husband!"
Witnessing such over-dramatic affectation and a flood of love before one's own husband in the early morning, the royal guard standing nearby beat his own forehead in his mind. Raising his two eyes to his forehead, he began to say to himself in extreme annoyance, "Oima go, Oima! Even God Himself would probably fold His hands and fail to fathom what happens suddenly from time to time to this mad, skirt-wearing Tantrik girl, oh father! Inside such a tense prison, where the prince of the kingdom and two princesses are standing—standing right in the middle of them, she is getting restless to sing love songs by doing such dirty affectation before everyone! Fie, fie, fie! Anyway, if I do not comply with her unreasonable words right now, there is no telling what massive tiger she will call inside this jail through some magical power!" Hurriedly putting on a sweet face to hide his fear, the guard said while trembling, "Yes, yes! All right go, wife, I touch this hand of yours and promise you—I will never leave you and go to any other kingdom in this life! Now you calm down!"
The moment such a promise of supreme love was heard from her husband's mouth, the Tantrik, out of absolute joy, stamped both her feet on the prison floor, swayed her skirt in the air, and broke into a massive love song in an extremely loud and thoroughly discordant voice! With her bizarre and strange tune, the walls of the entire dark prison seemed to tremble violently out of fear.
On the other side, standing in a corner of the corridor, Snigdha placed both her hands over her ears upon hearing such strange antics and the discordant song of the Tantrik. Wrinkling her nose and face in sharp annoyance and hatred, she began to say to herself, "Good riddance! Standing even for a single moment inside this dirty and damp prison means wasting one's valuable time! No useful work is being done here; on the contrary, all sorts of cheap drama and farce are continuously unfolding before my eyes! That Tantrik is a flat-out lunatic, and her husband is a massive fool! There is no benefit for me in standing here anymore; I had better return straight to my own royal inner sanctum for now!" Without standing there for another single moment, Snigdha cast a massive angry glare toward Prafulla and Prabhasha and, with a jerk, walked away rapidly through the corridor toward her room.
Seeing Snigdha leave the prison at the speed of a storm in that manner, Prafulla let out a deep sigh and placed his hand on the head of his highly cherished younger sister, Prabhasha, who was standing beside him. Prafulla said to Prabhasha with deep affection, "Come, sister Prabhasha! You too do not have to stand even for a single moment inside this dirty, dark den of criminals, re! We have witnessed with our own eyes that wicked old woman Sushila being confined inside a formidable iron cage; now none of her conspiracies will work on the soil of Junagarh. Come, sister, let us also return upstairs to the inner sanctum of the royal palace." Hearing these calm words of Prafulla, Prabhasha also smiled sweetly, nodded her head, and said, "Yes, Brother, you have spoken absolutely correctly, let us leave this place." Thereafter, Prafulla, Prabhasha, and all the royal guards set out toward the royal palace up through that dark tunnel.
On the other side, having returned to her own royally decorated inner sanctum, Snigdha sat on her soft bed, to be sure—but the restless storm inside her crooked mind was not stopping at all. Pacing continuously on the expensive floor of her room, she began to think of a conspiracy very deeply within her mind, "Humph! No matter how much I abuse that Tantrik from the outside by calling her a tattered party or a lunatic—yet within my mind, I must admit that a massive, miraculous power is truly hidden inside that skirt-wearing Tantrik, oh father! In a single moment, she can see a person's past, present, and distant future clearly before her eyes! Not only that, even while standing on the other side of the iron bars, she possesses the massive power to read every single hidden word and conspiracy inside a person's mind exactly to the letter! This Tantrik turns out to be a thoroughly powerful and dangerous creature, re! Therefore, for my own self-interest, to get that Rupanjan into the palm of my hand for all time—I must make this powerful Tantrik a puppet of my own hands by any means necessary! If I can keep her under my control by flattering her, then with the miraculous power of that Tantrik, I can bring all the power of the Junagarh royal palace and Rupanjan's heart into the palm of my hand in one minute and run a massive kingdom!"
Readjusting the hair on her head a little and looking out of the window, Snigdha smiled to herself again, "However, yes, one thing I have understood very well with my own intellect! No matter how powerful that Tantrik is—she will not be able to read even the slightest bit of the thoughts of this crooked mind of mine while I am sitting so far away, meaning here in the inner sanctum of the Junagarh royal palace, through her magical powers! A little while ago, because I was standing right in front of her and conspiring in my mind, she had read my thoughts so rapidly by looking into my eyes. Now I am sitting in my own royal room, far, far away from her; that fake Tantrik does not possess the capability to catch what conspiracy is going on in my mind from here!"
But this arrogant and foolish girl Snigdha did not know in the least that—the miraculously empowered Tantrik actually possessed such sharp magical energy that no matter how far away Snigdha went and hid, let alone the Junagarh royal palace, even in any corner of this earth—the Tantrik could clearly hear every single whispering word inside Snigdha's mind with her own ears through the concentration of her magical power! She did not even know what a massive foolishness her arrogance regarding this distance was.
Snigdha then opened the massive wooden cupboard of her room with a jerk. One by one, she began to pull out her highly expensive royal clothes woven with silk threads and embroidered with jewels and zari from inside the cupboard. She played a crooked move within her own mind, "Yes! I have found a massive intellect! That Tantrik spends day and night wearing a dirty, tattered, colorful skirt inside the jail. If I go and give her the most valuable, shiny, and beautiful expensive clothes from this cupboard of mine as a gift right now—then seeing those shiny royal garments, that greedy Tantrik will become thoroughly overjoyed with happiness! And once she is happy, she will begin to execute all my commands in a minute and move at my beck and call just like me!" Finalizing this ugly conspiracy in her mind, Snigdha tightly clasped a massive bundle of those expensive clothes with both her hands. Then, she secretly set out again toward that dark prison, walking alone with very rapid steps down the secret tunnel of the royal palace.
Within a short while, Snigdha arrived once again at that dirty corridor of the jail. Going in front of the Tantrik's cell, she put on a fake, sweet, flattering smile on her face. Placing the bundle of clothes on the bars, she called out in a thoroughly affectation-filled voice, saying, "Oh Boudi go! Oh my golden Tantrik Boudi! Oh miraculously empowered Tantrik Boudi, please bring your face near these iron bars just once go, Boudi! Look what a beautiful thing I have brought for you!"
The Tantrik was sitting in a corner of her cell at that time, chatting with her husband. The moment she suddenly heard those words 'Boudi' and 'Tantrik' from Snigdha's mouth again, the Tantrik took a massive leap from the prison floor in absolute rage! Rushing right to the front of the iron bars at the speed of a storm, making her two eyes round, and screaming loudly in a high-pitched, thin voice, she uttered, "What, re! O you characterless and arrogant princess girl! Does not even a single word get stuck in your own mouth, re, huh? Has some massive itching disease broken out on that dirty face of yours, re? Why are you repeatedly calling me by such absurd and wretched names with your dirty mouth despite my forbiddance? How many times have I forbidden you in strict language—that you will not call me by such a fake name as 'Tantrik'! Do you not hear even a single word with your own ears, re? Shall I shine a light on your face and leave it like that for all time, huh? So that the skin of that face of yours burns away and speaking itself stops! Why are you calling me a Tantrik repeatedly, huh?"
Hearing such a sharp scolding and the talk of shining a light from the Tantrik, Snigdha became thoroughly frightened for a moment. Hurriedly shaking both her hands, she said, "Oh, come on, Boudi! A massive mistake has been made by me go, please calm this angry mind of yours a little, please forgive me, re, Boudi! Actually, I had jumbled it up thoroughly. But oh Tantrik... sorry, oh Boudi! I have fallen into a massive worry as to what I should actually call you, tell me? You yourself said a little while ago that the wicked old woman Sushila inside this jail is your own biological 'Boudi'! You call the old woman Sushila as Boudi from your own mouth, and you are also telling me to call you Boudi! Having two-two Boudis inside this one jail thoroughly jumbles it up for me, re!"
The Tantrik then, swaying her waist, made a massive mocking face at Snigdha in absolute hatred and said, "Huh! You do not have to play so thoroughly smart before me, re, wicked girl! And tell me, yes, re, Snigdha—how do you muster such huge audacity that you are standing right to my face and speaking in such a low-class manner by addressing me as 'tui, tui' continuously, huh? Have you thought in your own mind that I am thoroughly younger than you in age, re, huh? You may be the princess of Junagarh, but before this miraculous power of mine, you are merely a particle of dust! From today onward, whenever you address me from your own mouth—you will either speak with absolute respect by addressing me as 'tumi, tumi', or you will address me very gentlemanly as 'apni, apni'! If you utter even another single word 'tui' before me after this—I will kill you alive by chopping you into tiny pieces on the floor of this corridor in one second through my magical powers, I tell you!" Hearing such a murder threat from the Tantrik, Snigdha's heart thudded with terror in a single moment.