The two shadows met at the darkest corner of the Rani Mahal late at night. “Hua kya hai… jaldi boliye.” He looked around alarmed lest the guards see them. “Wohh, humne yeh socha ke aapko suchit kar de ke Shyaam mandir bolke hum Jija ko kaha le jana chahte.” Her voice had a hint of anxiety in it. “Matlab? Subah aapne hi toh Dadabhai se bola…” “Haan Dadabhai Shakti,woh islie kyunki hum nahi chahte thee ki woh ya Jija jaane se mana kare…” “Par le kaha ja rahe hum unko?” “Jaha sab kuch ka aanth hua tha wahi se nayi surwaad karvane.” She smiled faintly. “Kya? Vrindavan? Asambhav. Dadabhai nahi jaenge waha.” He shook his head vigorously making it a point that it was impossible to convince a adamant Kunwar Pratap. “Ve avashya aenge, unko aana parega. Jija ke liye.” Pur’s voice was loud and clear as he stood there watching her leave. “Ajabde bhabisa ke bhaati yeh bhi sherni bann rahi, hei eklingji hum ko dadabhai ke krodh sebacha lena.” Shakti murmured a soft prayer. ...