BIRADRA
The auditorium of Biradra
(The auditorium is filled with audience cheering)
Host : The show you all have been waiting for.. The man of every girl's dreams.. The world's best magician, the self made man, the man from our Biradra...lets all cheer up for.....
The audience start screaming 'RRK','RRK'...
Host : Yes you're right, lets welcome Rajveer Ratan Kumar...our RRK...
(All the spotlights focus onto cente of the stage. A deep, masculine voice comes from somewhere.)
Hello Ladies n Gentlemen, welcome you all into the magical world of RRK. Lets all of us together enter into my world of magic.
(Suddenly a tall silhouette gradually flies down to the stage. He looks like an angel from Heaven.)
His lustrous black hair and deep piercing hazel eyes, his thick beard and wide shoulders makes him look like a Greek god. Everyone just stare at this Nobel figure without fluttering their lashes.
RRK slowly moves his wand and says "Sehr Sehr tayocha". Rose petals fall over the audience. He pulls his wand and shows everyone his magic skills
Everyone watch him mesmerized. At the end his says "sehr sehr tayocha" and disappears into the air. Everyone looks wide eyed.
Host : Am still pinching myself, was that all just real. Thank you RRK for that stunning show.
RRK has learnt magic from the Alim Ambareesh Mukemmal Ustaad, the man who has inherited the magic from his forefathers.
RRK was born into a family that was wealthy but turned poor due to circumstances. He, who has seen all fronts of life is smart and well known for his tactics.
Mukkemal Mansion
This luxurious mansion is the inherited asset of the Ustaads. In the long hallway made of fine granite flooring, was sitting Ustaad Ambareesh in a couch made of Makmal and teak wood.
RRK enters into the hallway with his shoes making a 'tak-tak' with his every step. Ustaad lifts his head and smiles at RRK.
RRK walks towards Ustaad and bends his head to greet him. Ustaad offers him to sit.
RRK : Ustaad Alim, what made you call me here?
Ustaad : Ratan, you know I am turning old. Am counting on the days left for me. I still have a responsibility to complete. My granddaughter. After my son and DIL died in that accident all that I still have is her. She is of the age of marriage now.
RRK : How do you want me to help you Alim.
Ustaad : I want you to take her responsibility, even if I die I wan't to make sure she is safe. You know how much of a Brat she is. My DIL's brother has a bad-eye on this property and on her. I want her to be safe.
RRK : Alim, I am everything because of you. Your responsibility is mine too. I will make sure she always will be safe. I will put my life as a barrier against her.
Ustaad : Thank you Ratan.
Ustaad gets teary eyed.
RRK : Where is Sahiba Chand Gulaab mukemmal?
A big and beautiful room, with a bed as soft as feathers in the middle with curtains delicate like glasses, the room is lit brighter than the moon.
Inside the bathroom of this spacious room is the glory of Mukemmal's, the only inheriter of the magical world, Chand Gulaab Mukemmal in her bathtub covered in soap bubbles.
Her legs are smooth and hands slender, with her hair black and long like a flowing river. Her eyes brown and deep, her lips delicate like a rose petal. She was beauty of her own kind, as her name says she was really a "Chand Gulaab".
Maid : Saahiba, if you are done with your bathing, Ustaad Saheb is calling you down.
Gulaab : (with her voice as sweet as a sugarcane) well,well,well,well Everyone in this world will wait for the moon to come, why can't they wait for this Chand..huh?
Tell Dadu Ustaad, I will be there.
Maid bows and leaves.
Gulaab dresses herself with most carefully woven cloth made of pure silk. The golden pink hue of the cloth matches well with her complexion. She matches the clothing with round cut diamonds.
She does "Sixir sixir shaqada" and disappears into the air. She appears suddenly in front of her grand father.
Ustaad : Ahh! You scared me you little brat.
Gulaab : hahahaha.
Ustaad : Dear, my health is deteriorating. Am gonna leave you sooner or later.
Gulaab : Dadu Ustaad, please don't say such words. I will put all my magic together to bring you back.
Ustaad : Dear, never use your magic for your own selfishness. This magic you got is the blessing of our forefathers. Make sure you are grateful for it.
Gulaab nods her head.
Ustaad : Chand, your uncle Malay Ukmal Sehrosil has a bad eye about our assets. I need you to be careful.
Gulaab : I know Dadu Ustaad
to be continued...