Chapter 3 - Blending

No grant of lands was conferred upon any woman except under her seal... Sometimes she would sit in the balcony of her palace, while the nobles would present themselves, and listen to her dictates. The coin was struck in her name...

-Nur Jahan.

Dust, humidity, swirl around the streets like a snake around its prey. The never-ending traffic on the cramped roads grows more and more frustrated by the minute as the sun starts to set. The desperate, overworked and underpaid people are en route to their humble abodes where the sweet embraces of their beds await them.

The sun is slow today like it was yesterday, reluctant to be put to bed and give way to its nemesis. Despite poverty that is heavily endorsed in every corner and despite the crime that threatens the very sanity of every citizen, the city is the heart of a great country; its irregular shape on the map, the roads like illuminated veins and arteries. Even as the sun sets it casts a dull golden hue all over it to remind the city that its importance lies in its history; the tips of the Red Fort glisten and gleam brightly as if they agree.

A pair of green eyes roam around from the top of a slum and they slowly stop at a red minaret glowing in the sun like a lighthouse to guide him.

'Bingo' He whispers to himself as a smirk plays on his lips and he grabs the street light sliding down it with ease before disappearing around the next corner eager to reach his destination.

What is he up to now?

He stands out a little. Under all that dust and filth lies fair skin with a golden tan. Those dark brown curls are actually raven black, and those eyes are usually more green than grey. But this is a good thing, his dirty clothes help him blend in he looks like one of them if he keeps his head down as he walks towards the minaret.

Drawing suspicion is the last thing that he wants.

The tall Punjabi guards in their turbans and bright-coloured attire guard the gates in turns with their shotguns slung over their backs. He watches them from behind a nearby tree, He times their pace roughly calculating the distance to the nearest minaret.