Masaallah... masaallah chehre hai masaallah...naino pe naino ka parda hai masaallah.

Amoghversha along with Shubham walked inside the new kingdom, it wasn't an easy task but killing two soldiers and wearing their clothes wasn't a big deal.

It was Noorqand~ The treasure.

They were here for just a sneak in, freshen up before going for the next war.

"Noorqand ki khubsurti vakahi kaabile tareef hai.." Shubham said, his eyes wandering around.

They were standing in the middle of the market, it was everything the world talked about, beautiful, captivating and hidden.

A kingdom who believes in peace not war.

It was developed but everything has a flaw and the flaw of Noorqand was its weak security—the sole reason why they are standing here.

On the soil of the enemy—weaks are never the enemy just prey.

Amoghversha walked away from Shubham whose first priority is food, as he walked straight to the sweet store to try the famous surma.

Surma— Made of flowers, whiskey and a secret ingredient no one except Noorqand.

It tasted like a certain flower it's made up of, whiskey and one more thing, which no one knows about.

Amoghversha was roaming around, until someone ran into him, and in a blink his body was caged between the wall and a figure.

A soft figure — A woman.

He controlled the smirk ready to spread wide, as the Woman pressed a khanjar against his neck.

A mere khanjar against a man who kills thousands in a blink.

Her face was covered—a turban on head, and the other half of the cloth covering her face as only her eyes were visible — Green jade eyes.

His hands were laying free, but he waited wanting to know who she was, what her plan was.

"Kon ho tum?" Her voice was harsh as she spat in anger, her eyes were slightly red with anger.

Short tempered woman.

He kept his mouth shut, his own face was covered, his chest tightened as she pressed the sharp edge of the knife in his flesh.

He looked ahead, Shubham was approaching them with his own sword ready to slit her Throat open.

He shook his head. Shubham steps halted as he rolls his eyes taking steps back.

He looked at her, she was burning in anger.

"Aap kon hai?" He couldn't help but ask.

Ignoring his question she pressed the knife harder, drawing some blood out.

He controlled the urge to roll his eyes and in a swift their positions were reversed.

He was no longer caged. She was. But the khanjar was still pressed against his neck.

Their bodies were pressed together.

He had her one hand captive, up next to her head.

"Chodo humme!!" She struggles.

She was controlling the urge to slit his throat open but before he die he wanted one thing— to see the face of the woman who has Green jade eyes and audacity to cage him.

Just the next moment they were surrounded by mans, many mans all dressed in same outfit like her.

With their sword pointed toward them no specifically, only toward him.

Before his grip could lose, her turban loses with a slight pull, the cloth falling away, her face was now infront of him.

Her green jade almond eyes, full plump lips, straight nose, slightly chubby face— If sun had a daughter it would be her.

"Noor to hai Noorqand me.." the words slips his mouth, catching him off guard the soldiers pull him away.

The man of all his glory was no longer on his feet but on his knees infront of a woman, The woman he just complimented and called 'Noor.'

He was held down, the crowd gathered one of them was his friend who looked back at him waiting for permission, signal, anything.

But nothing came because the great Amoghversha was captivated by a Beauty who was anything but ready to kill him.

"Isay pachaas koray maarne ka hukm dete hain."

The crowd gasps as they hear her, one thing was clear she was not an ordinary woman.

No one knew the reason of the punishment except him- For sneaking in. For caging her.

"Ji Shehzadi."

He heard it, not the punishment but the title, her status 'Shehzadi.'

The whip cut through the air- Whack!

One! Two! Three!

His demure didn't change, he knelt on the ground in front of the Shehzadi, his blood boiled and craved for revenge.

Itni nafrat hai aapko qaid hone se, hum aapki Puri jindagi qaid kar denge..Ye Amoghversha Vardhan ka Vadda hai.

His mind was fixed, he wanted revenge for the humiliation and what her eyes did to him.

His body was bleeding till the soldiers finished, the crowd was waiting and the Shehzadi was already walking...away from him.

His eyes were fixed on her.

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Later in evening the Shehzadi who was no other but 'Chandrika Shah.' The Shehzadi of Noorqand.

She walks towards the balcony of her chamber, now dressed in a maroon silk anarkali, her long, thick hair was braided and swinged with her every movement.

She looked around searching for something, something precious.

"Milla kya?" She asked to her personal maid and bestfriend since childhood ' Taiba' who shook her head in response, worries filled her eyes knowing how important it is for her Shehzadi.

"Kaha gya humara kangan..unki aakhri nishani thi vo.." A sigh of frustration and sadness left her mouth.

She walks toward the balcony, she remembers it clearly she was wearing it..but when & where did she lose it.

Her steps halted, a gasp leaves Taiba mouth who was walking next to Shehzadi as she see the words carved on the ground with blood.

But who's blood?

Aapki kangan ki tarah aapki azadi bhi hum cheen lenge Shehzadi...

Her heartbeat sank for a second as she blinked, reading it again and again.

But the meaning remains same.

Someone wanted her freedom.

Who already has her possession.

But who!?

She looks at Taiba who nodded and in second the words were gone washed away, but they left a deep impact on the princess mind & heart.