Chapter:6 'Bakhtiar, the confidential'

The court of the Dukhan-al-Aatish tribe was located just above 'Kanwal Jheel' the lake, a vast expanse of rocky topography lying beside the vast area adjacent to it, was colonized by the occupants of this tribe and their barriers were 'unlimited' not only on the land but also within above the lake, under the lake, mountain peaks, hill, caves ,subways, tunnels and in the air of surroundings.

Amir Qaboos al-Jamal was enthroned on his high throne in a special black robe, with imperial sovereignty. The crown of black jewels on his head was enhancing to his dignity. The smirk and seriousness of the situation made it even harder his face. The smoke seemed to float in the air, was just above the lotus lake, so not just over the water, but up above in the air, so that every soul there was fixed in the air, like humans stepping on the ground.

There was complete silence. Both sides of Amir Qabus- Al-Jamal were in horrible messengers and terrible guards were ready to obey the order. With the exception of Amira Selena and Saqlain- al-Jamal, all 70 sons of Amir Qabus- al-Jamal, born of different wives, stood in an extended line with their mothers. Behind them were other wives and children of King Suleiman the Magnificent (except the mother of Amir Qabus- al-Jamal), 39 brothers and their families, Amir Qabus- al-Jamal and hundreds of relatives of his three wives. The rule was that the mother of the present chief, the spouses and children in the court, in the family group, was always in the front row, as was the case here.

In the first row of the second group also, besides 'Abdul Bari', a trusted companion of the present head of the tribe, members of the court, monarchs and ministers were hand in hand. Behind them there was an army of followers of Shah Sulyman The Magnificent , friends, friends of all the sons of Qabus- al-Jamal and an army of people and properties of this tribe. No one had the opportunity to start a series of speeches in the presence of lord, even the voice could be heard. All had bowed down their eyes with respect in the presence of the chief.

"Bakhtiar ...!" Marjan called out quietly (spoke by heart) to Bakhtiar who was standing with his shoulder to shoulder.

"What's the matter? Marjan !.. keep calm .. we are present in the court .. in front of the chief .."

Bakhtiar also remained silent and rebuked Marjan in his heart. That "creature" was so powerful that it could speak and hear even in silence. This was their way of whispering like humans even the third person listen their eternal conversation.

" I am starving." The chubby Marjan, touching his fat belly, told Bakhtiar in the same manner as before, who stared at him as if he was about to bite this hungry coral.

"It was your hunger that has set the whole tribe on the fire today. If You would not have bothered to eat the feast that was held in the premises of Abu Sufyan Villa on that day. Neither master Saqlain-al-Jamal saw 'Bibi Alia Bano' there and nor ... " Bakhtiar stopped talking and then finished talking. "Nor did the 'love' of a different element ' feminine' awaken in his heart ..."

"Yes, what is my fault? Why are you scolding me ...?" Marjan asked in the same manner.

"Learn how to control your appetite, Marjan..! You are getting round like your round belly every day ..." Bakhtiar explained with patience.

"Wow ... why should I control it ... don't even look at my food ... I love my appetite ... whatever you say ..." The Marjan burst further.

"More than Aqa Saqlain- Al-Jamal ...?"

Bakhtiar hit him in the heart.

"I love my master as much as I love my hunger. I can't tell the difference between the two." Attempts were made to respond patiently. "Tell me one more thing ..." Marjan began to inform. "I went there today too ... their carts are full of beef, goat, chicken, fish meat ... there is a feast there ..."

"You? You went there to count their sustenance ... shameless?" Bakhtiar said angrily.

"Yes, what happened? Our provision is also attached to their provision. Well ... I went on the orders of my master ..." Marjan's style was playful.

"You went on the orders of your fat belly ... you evil ... you liar ..." Bakhtiar nodded. "Aqa (Master), couldn't send a fool like you to report about 'them'." Bakhtiar's tone was confident.

"Yes, yes, you can call yourself 'wise', but today the master has trusted me who is 'fool' in your eyes ..." Marjan's confidence was also noteworthy.

"Okay ... so did you present half the whole news to Aqa ... that's why there is an invitation today ... has there been a lot of meat in the car?" Bakhtiar asked in jealousy.

"Why should I tell? Because I'm a fool ..." Marjan replied rudely.

"Well, don't tell me. By the way, if you don't tell a friend like me, your 'food and drink' will not be digested ... Inshallah ..." Bakhtiar added fuel to the fire.

"You couldn't ever see me eating and drinking ... you have spoiled my stomach by cursing me so many times before like that ... well, I will tell you..." Bakhtiar laughed. " I didn't tell my master the half truth.. I told him the detailed fact. 'HER' parents accepted the proposal for her which has given by her paternal uncle . There is a wonderful invitation in the regard of her engagement with her first cousin ."

Bakhtiar's laughter suddenly disappeared after the news was given by Marjan. He was Saqlain-al-Jamal's most sincere and loyal friend, not just that Prince Saqlain-al-Jamal considered Bakhtiar as his brother. There was a confidential communication among both of them. Bakhtiar was the most trustable for Saqlain-al-Jamal. Both were shared their happiness and sadness with each other. In this time, that was a shocking news for Bakhtiar, he felt Saqlain-al-Jamal's pain in his heart, he could be understood his broken feelings and emotions.

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