Chapter:8 'Maid and the traitor'

In 'Abu Sufyan Villa', it was the engagement ceremony of 17 year old 'Alia Bano', granddaughter of iAbu Sufyan. On the largest lawn of that 'era', male employees were busy serving guests. The female servants were happy to serve the ladies guests inside. The elders of the family and the women administrators were continuing their orders. Outside, this responsibility was in the hands of the male elders. All these circumstances indicated that the family and their guests were high-ranking individuals. Women's glittering garlands, sarees, jewellery, pomp and circumstance and gentlemen's sherwanis, two-piece, three-piece suits all signalled this. On the lawn outside the kitchen, on the other hand, in the adjoining lawn, 'according to this era', special meals were being prepared in huge pots, in which mutton broth, spicy beef karahi, chicken rice (pilaf) were being cooked in a huge quantity, Delicious dishes like fried fish, shami kebabs were included and desserts included yolks, kheer and dried vermichils. Marjan Jinn was sitting on the tree above, whose hunger was growing impatient. He was expelled from the court. Now he had come here to 'spy' on the orders of his master and friend Saqlain- Al-Jamal, and also intended to clean his hands after finishing the delicious food of the invitation.

"Why did you bring me here? Ugly!" Zubaria, sitting beside the Nathan Jinn on the tree, asked in disgust.

"Seen in humans ..."

Marjan Jan said to Zubariya, the feminine jinn, while looking at the residents and guests of Abu Sufyan Villa.

"When they like a woman, they take trynts of her. They give her presents. They walk around her. They take her to the feast."

Marjan explained.

"Yeah. So ...?"

Zubariya asked unknowingly.

"Yeah. So. What? Stupid woman! ... I like you too ... At the same time I also brought you for feast ... I want to marry you ... Then we will do spying together and also eat the meal together."

Marjan explained more, rubbing his hands on his fat belly.

"What nonsense? By God! I will push you out of here, Marjan Manhos! .. I will now complaint to Amira Selena that her prince's fake friend has a bad eye on her nearrst maid ..."

Zubariya's anger reached its limit.

"You can't push me down in these pots. You are sitting with your caste soul. Here you intend to drop me, there I will drop you in the eyes of Amira Selina that you would be her special servant, be the spy of the second Amira and not only this, I will explore your other secret that you want to be Amir Hazrat's fourth wife and Amira. You will broke down Zubariya! and your dream of becoming the fourth Queen will be shattered. Repentance, repentance will it be very worst for you ...?"

Marjan, who was seemingly foolish, had greed, deceit and deception in his nature like Zubariya.

"Don't I know you? Marjan! You also a traitor. I will also tell to Amira Selena that you are a fake friend of her Prince Saqlain-al-Jamal. You, yourself want to inherit the throne and chieftaincy of Jamal to the Son of Amira Fariba (the second wife of Amir RQabus- aal-Jamal. Don't you know the throne and the the Position of Chief is the heritage of his eldest son ? But you are also doing this. If my secret is revealed, your secret will also be revealed. If Bakhtiar would be give this marriage proposal for me, I could be available to say 'yes' fot him because there is 'shame' and 'loyalty' in himself, which is not found in yourself..."

Marjan also got threatened. He was also with his caste, from which the spirit of 'competition' began to rise in him after hearing the praise of 'Bakhtiar'. The smoke billowed and reached the roof of the Abu Sufyan villa, Zubariya also reached behind the smoke bun, he was in anger, running fast with restlessness from here to there, on the roof top.

" What happened Marjan! Why are you on fire?" Zubariya was laughing out loudly at Marjan's helplessness.

"Bakhtiar is such a soul that any feminine of our caste would want to do marriage with him ..."

Zubariya added more oil to the fire.

"Shut up!.. Don't say more.."

Marjan thundered. Zubariya, who was laughing at this 'fool', went away for a moment. She saw sparks of hate in Marjan's eyes.

" You admire my rival .. he is gentle, he is loyal .. so what you think about you Zubariya ?.. Are you Elegant? Are you faithful with your Amira... No, Not at all.. The sinner like me will suitable for you.."

At this time there was bitterness in Marjan's tone. He was not afraid of being snatched by Zubariya. He was saddened by his disrespect towards Bakhtiar, in return of which he made clear Zubariya's value to herself with explainations.

"Zubaria! Are you here?" Zubaria's friend and one of Amira Selena's maids reached the roof of the Abu Sufyan villa looking for her. "Come with me quickly ... Amira Selena is in a state of shock."

She ignored Marjan's presence with Zubariya.

"Whataatttt ?"

Both asked loudly. This was unique news for both of them, Zubaria and Marjan. The meeting was to evacuate Abu Sufyan Villa from the occupants humans but what happened there so sudden that Amira Selina had in a shock?

"May God have mercy ... What is the shock to my mistress Amira? ... Maryam !"

Zubaria was still in amazement. She did not have the slightest doubt.

" He was ...."

Maid Maryam stopped saying, looked one by one at Zubariya and Marjan.

" He was Buzurg Aqa ... Eldest Master Shah Suleiman the magnificent has sentenced Prince Saqlain-al-Jamal to imprisonment ..."

Maid Maryam sadly reported that Marjan and Zubariya were also shocked to listened this bad news.

" What are you saying ? How it could be possible ? The nature of the meeting was something else and then the decision was made by Amir Qabus- Al-Jamal. All we had to do was evacuate the Abu Sufyan villa that had been built on our centuries-old home. From where did this eldest master come to make the new decision ?"

Now Marjan intervened. Everything happened so suddenly that no one could understand it.

"The decision of the Eldest Master is based on the decision of Amir Qabus- Al-Jamal. Just hurry up Zubariya ! .. You will know the rest in return ..." Maryam quickly started walking back holding Zubaria's hand.

"And what about my lord, my friend Saqlain- Al-Jamal.. how is he..? What, why and how did all this happen?" Marjan shouted.

"You too go to your master ... you will know ..." Maryam, saying to Marjan and disappeared with holding the hand of Zubariya.

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