𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐅𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃

CHAPTER ➊➏ • Sardar Slut Khan • Part : 1

"Meri Nandani bhabi ko pata hai ki woh saare Lahore ki bhabi ban chuki hain...Or this family planning of yours is confined to you." Parthav teased earning a groan from Khan Murtasim.
(Does my sister in law knows that she is sister in law of whole lahore)

"She will have no choice . Usse mujhe apnana padega. She will have to accept me." Khan Murtasim replied.

"Are you going to force it on her...? Please don't do that." Parthav said. The palpable concern in his voice irked Murtasim.

"Lahore mein rehna hai.. toh mere hisab se rehna hoga. Gone are the days when Khan Murtasim was incarcerated by Nandani's charm... Bound by her love... Enslaved by the hope and desire to have her. Those are the days of past." Khan Murtasim pronounced. The words were meant to carress his ego. A hurt lover, an abandoned love... Nandani had a pure man child to take care of.
(If she wishes to stay in Lahore, then she will have to do that on my terms)

"Woh dikh raha hai Sardar..." Parthav mumbled.
(We can see that)

They stopped in front of Lahore Gate, getting off the Jeep Khan Murtasim moved towards the semi circular bastians , and sauntered intside Hazuri Bagh, facing towards the famous Badshahi Masjid, which he had stopped visiting since the incident anchored by her 12 years ago. The place of their fall out. His one decision, that changed their lives forever. He wished if he could go back in time. Fixing everything , he wouldn't have been a Feudal Lord, she would have been his wife- their two children. A life in London, away from the bloodshed politics. His dream , which made regular visits in the dark, in the silence where one could hear the soul scream. The Murtasim in him screamed Nandani.

"Salaam Sardar.." Kadar Ali's wish brought him out of his never ending trance.
(Hello Sardar)

Sardar Khan nodded, and handed the Potli Bag to him. It was heavy with coin embedded in gold. " Ismein unka kharcha ho jayega.." Khan Murtasim said.

Kadar Ali nodded, affirming his calculations he further questioned, " Sardar kitne din bandi banakar rakhna hai... 55 men are huge in number."
(How long do we need to keep them captive.. )

"Till we get into the core of the issue... Change the mindset. Uproot the cause of hatred." Sardar Khan explained.

"May be we should just kill them... They dared to attack the areas where you are the head. Khud ke Sardar se gaddari wo bhi Angrezo ki baaton mein aakar..." Kadar Ali suggestion came with gritting teeth.
(Cheating our own Sardar)

"Maarna hal nahi hai... Sath rakhkar sudharna hal hai... Bharosa jitkar unko gaddar hone se rokna hal hai... If they choose Britishers over me, then I have failed as their Sardar. And I Sardar Khan Murtasim, choose to fight back for all of them...for an integrated Lahore... Mere Sapno Ka Lahore." He announced without mincing his words. This dutiful Feudal Lord was ready to take over what was his.... including her.
(Killing is not solution. Keeping them close, winning their trust and stopping them is)

"Izazat de Sardar.." Kadar Ali bowed down and dispersed in the crowd of Anarkali Bazaar.
(Excuse me Sardar)

Anarkali Bazaar, was the queen of Lahore. Stretching from outside Lahore Gate and reaching up to Nila Gumbad. This market dominated a large part of import and export of textiles. The wholesale merchants had their shops opened especially in this market. Apart from fancy items.. Anarkali was famous for its gold ornaments and artistic designs. It was clearly a Lover's Paradise for 1940s Lahore. Khan Murtasim strolled towards the nearby jwellery shop. Ali Raza Gemstones and Gold was famous in Lahore for its quality and intrinsic artistic designs. This shop was famous for its loyal customers; especially the aristocratic society in large.