After reading the information provided by Natasha, Mehbub looked at her and said, "Good job, Natasha. You've made significant contributions this time. Tell me, what reward do you want?"
Natasha looked at him and replied, "No, young Nizam, it wouldn't have been possible without your help. If you hadn't provided me with spies, I wouldn't have—"
She wanted to continue, but Mehbub interrupted, "No, Natasha, it was all the result of your efforts and the intelligence team's hard work. Now, tell me, what do you want?"
Seeing Mehbub's insistence, Natasha hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Savitri, who was standing beside Mehbub, before saying, "Young Nizam, I want to always be by your side, like Sister Riri." After saying this, her face flushed.
Hearing this, Mehbub smiled, stood up, walked over to Natasha, and gently lifted her chin. He looked into her eyes and said, "Oh… so you just want to stay by my side?"
Natasha, still composed, looked back into Mehbub's eyes and replied playfully in a sultry voice, "What else do you want, Master?"
Mehbub, still smiling, moved his hand toward her waist, but Natasha knocked it away. She leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "What's the hurry, Master? If you want to conquer me, you'll have to prove yourself first."
Intrigued, Mehbub asked, "Oh? So, how do I prove myself?"
Natasha gave him a seductive smile and said, "Hmm… how about becoming an Emperor?"
Mehbub chuckled at her words, "Oh, so touching you comes at quite the price. But I like it. Let's make it happen then, my Black Widow."
He smiled and moved back to his bed. Natasha, slightly dazzled by his smile, remained where she stood. Sitting on the bed, Mehbub turned his attention to Savitri, who was watching him with her beautiful eyes. He asked, "Jealous?"
Savitri shook her head and said, "No, it's fine. We're sisters, aren't we, Sister Natasha?"
Natasha smiled at Savitri and replied, "Yes, we're all sisters. Sister Lucy is the eldest, then Sister Kery, followed by me, then Sister Riri, and the youngest, Wanda."
Mehbub nodded in agreement. "Good. Remember, you are all my most trusted people. I will not favor one over the other. You are all equals in my eyes."
Both Savitri and Natasha nodded in understanding. After talking for a while, Mehbub realized it was already night. Knowing that Lucy, Kery, Mary, and Wanda should have completed their duties by now, he asked Savitri and Natasha to call them.
After a short time, everyone gathered. Mehbub greeted them, "Assalamualaikum, how are you all?"
"Walaikum Salam, young Nizam, we are fine," they replied.
"Have you grown tired from your work?" he asked with a smile.
"No, not at all. We are very happy to showcase our abilities on such a large scale," they responded.
Mehbub nodded but still advised, "Make sure to take care of your health. From tomorrow, after Fajr prayer, we'll exercise together."
Everyone nodded, smiling at the thought of spending more time with him. Still smiling, Mehbub added, "There's no need to call me 'young Nizam' in private. Just call me by my name and treat me as a friend."
They exchanged awkward glances and replied, "Young Nizam, how can we address you by your name given our status? It would be inappropriate…"
Mehbub cut them off, "Remember, you are not my servants. You are my subordinates and friends. In my eyes, there is no status. Allah Almighty created everyone from clay. So don't mention this again. If you don't want to call me Mehbub, you can call me Aariz. It's a nickname I gave myself."
Reluctantly, they responded, "Okay, young Nizam."
He raised an eyebrow, "Still calling me young Nizam?"
They laughed awkwardly and said, "Alright, Aariz."
Satisfied, Mehbub got down to business. "Let's get to the main topic."
The room became serious as he continued, "I'm planning to take action against the British."
The group grew solemn. Seeing their concern, Mehbub reassured them, "I know you're worried, but believe me, it will succeed. I've completed all the necessary preparations."
Although still nervous, everyone nodded in support. Mehbub smiled and turned to Wanda. "Wanda, I've heard that Viceroy Ripon is planning to liberalize the press starting tomorrow. You should invite prominent public figures to write articles and columns in the newspapers. Offer them money if needed. The topic should focus on the freedom of the press. Build pressure and join forces with other newspapers. Once they liberalize the press, report on British crimes, how they're looting our wealth, and how they're dividing us through religion and caste using their divide-and-rule policy. When the British take action against our newspapers, that's when we'll strike."
Wanda nodded, absorbing the plan. Mehbub concluded, "Don't reveal this discussion to anyone outside. Only the seven of us should know."
Everyone nodded in agreement before leaving the room, leaving Mehbub alone to rest.