A scar faced man was sitting on a couch, there were two half naked women pleasuring him . . he had an ecstatic look on his face . . but this expression made his face look distorted . . instead of enhancing the elegance . . . post that he pushed those women away and walked two steps naked . . then there was another woman who came forward and put on a robe on his body . . he saw that woman and said, 'you will warm my bed tonight . . ! ' and went out of the tent . .
Outside his tent were few more tents and then there was an army barracks . . as he walked further, each man came forward and saluted him . . and greeted him . . 'Hail Al Zaffar! ' . .
This man was none other than . . Mir Al Zaffar . . the tyrant war monger . . he went to the army barracks . . a wrestling match was taking place . . as he came in . . the soldiers parted and made a path for him . .
He walked further and entered the ring . . the two wrestlers stopped . . then with a moment of his hand he asked them both to come at him together . . they looked at each other . . not sure what to do . . but upon Zaffar making the same hand moment, they took a step forward . .
As both came towards him . . he dived on his knees towards the approaching wrestlers and caught hold of one leg each of the wrestler . . with a huge roar . . he pulled their legs and made them fall flat on their backs . . he then stood up and looked at them with a look filled with mockery, 'this is by far your worst performance . . get lost . . ' he growled . . 'trainer, come forward . . ' the trainer came, 'is everyone you trained is of the same standard? get your bloody best . . ' the trainer summoned a person, that person was huge almost seven feet tall with heavy muscular body . . he looked scary . . Zaffar said, 'not bad . . let's see if you have enough talent . . ' . . Zaffar removed his robe . . his body was filled with scars . . he too had a huge body . . he stood with his legs apart . . his opponent came forward . . both fought with equal talent . . to a draw . . . Zaffar said, 'good . . you have talent . . keep it up . . '
He then moved towards another area where the troops were training in sword fight . . he gave few tips to some of them . . then he summoned the generals of his army . . everyone assembled in a tent . . the tent was designed for strategy planning . . he said, 'what is the news? ' one general said, 'your highness, they got married . . now I think both the empires will join their forces . . ' Zaffar said, 'that would be unfavourable for us . . what will be the size of their combined forces? ' another general said, 'as per our information, it must be fifty thousand . . ' Zaffar asked,'what is the size of our army' another general said, 'forty thousand . . if we could borrow the forces of Shah . . then another twenty thousand . . ' Zaffar nodded, 'it is needed to have the Shah's forces . . without them it's tough . . ' the generals nodded in agreement . . Zaffar said, 'any two of you . . come with me . . let's go and meet the Shah . . time is short . . '
Two generals came along with Zaffar, they rode to the Shah's palace, 'Zaffar of Sultanabad . . pays respect to the Shah of Iran . . ' he announced . . the guards nodded and went inside . . they came back soon and said, 'the Shah will meet you in some time . . wait in the chamber . . ' they followed the guards into the chamber and waited . . there was a silence which was tensed . . they didn't know how the Shah would respond . .
An attender came and announced the arrival of Shah . . a man who was six feet tall and athletically built came in, he was wearing fine silks and had a thin beard which was pointed at his chin . . he wore a turban encrusted with precious stones . . as soon as he came in, Zaffar and his men bowed and said, 'we pay our respects to the Shah! may his flag fly high! ' the Shah said, 'raise . . what brings you here? ' Zaffar said, 'your majesty . . as requested earlier . . I need a part of your force . . ' Shah asked, 'why? ' Zaffar said, 'to conquer Hindustan . . ' Shah said, 'what is there for me in it . . ' with a crooked smile . .
Chapter end
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