Two day ago …
Somewhere in the crematory ground of Minaak…
Mir and Jora watched, mouth agape with incredulity.
Nine maidens as fresh as daisy emerged from the floor one after the other.
Laden with jewels they were unique in beauty and grace. Their buoyant breasts wanted to come out of the pearl corsages.
Seeping out through the uttariya as thin as cobwebs, the glow of their beauty was driving the two Moriyans insane.
(Uttariya: upper body garments like viel)
Golden anklets were gloating on their dainty feet.
Suddenly, a melody started to flow in the scented air.
Mir gulped down his dry throat as he watched the most divine dance. The self proclaimed Nazir had to put a hex on himself to keep himself rational.
"What do you say now?" asked Jora "These maidens can't be of this world,"
"Maybe or Maybe not!" replied Mir.
