It was raining in the forest. When the raindrops fell on the leaves, a sound was created, which is a beautiful instrument. They would have taken the form of a muddy water. I mean dirty water. The dirty water from which man was created. So what are the times of man. A man made of a couple of korids of mud and dirty water. He shows his passion before the Lord. This is the person who has become a tyrant in himself.
The clouds were roaring. The leaves were wet. There were tall tall trees. The sky was full of thick and dark clouds. A beautiful feminine voice was coming from the far side of the waterfall. It was a song or perhaps a ghazal. Which was written by a poet intoxicated with words. At the same time, the sound of bells was making noise. Her feet were constantly dancing. She was dancing, waving her arms in the air. Her silky hair was soaked in the rain. Her bare feet, bound in curls, were covered with mud. But she was engrossed in herself. This mud was not an object of hatred to her. She knew that she herself was made of this mud. Rather, she was in love with this mud. She was a very humble and sensitive girl. But the hardships of the times made him hard-hearted. He had a heart of stone. He had no soft place in his heart. His name was Jahan Ara. When Ara got tired of dancing, she sat down in a cave to relax. Then she remembered that she had gone out to hunt. She picked up the bow hanging on her shoulders. She wore a light lehenga. She was dressed. Whose stomach was bare. She took the bow holding her lehenga. Aimed and shot the arrow.
“The victim’s hand came to the place where he saw it.”
She went on muttering.
He looked across the bushes and saw a man lying on the ground covered in blood. He was a young man. He looked like a prince or the son of a king. Or maybe he himself was the king of a country. be
“Are you blind and shot an arrow at a noble person like us?”
He was driven by a man whose name was Jahangir.
“Sorry, I didn’t see it. I thought it was a sheep or a lamb.”
“Instead of a lamb, you have mistakenly hunted a lion cub. Did you hunt or injure?”
“Wow, that’s a lion’s cub. I thought it was a dog’s or a bat’s cub.”
Jahan Ara spoke with her sharp tongue.
“Be careful, if you call our father a dog or a bat, I will take off your skin.”
He held her hand and held her close to him.
“Leave my hand.”
She looked into his eyes and spoke.
“Why is it hurting?”
“Where Ara does not feel pain. And you, whose chest is wounded, should feel pain.”
She was talking till now looking into his eyes.
“Until today, no one had the courage to look into our eyes and talk to us.”
He pulled her hand and brought her closer to him.
Jahan Ara took the arrow stuck in his chest out of his hand which should have been taken out a long time ago. The wound was quite deep. He took it to a cave. It was the cave where he laid him on the bed. It was pitch black in the cave. He lit a fire. He heated a tool with the fire and applied it to the wounds. It was an old method of deep Wounds were being treated. Jahangir shouted.
“How heartless you are.”
He smiled in pain.
“I can be more heartless than that.”
“who are you “
“Whoever I am, you mustn’t mean it. Take care. I’m going to get some herbs from outside to cure you.”
“How do you know this herb is good for my treatment?”
Jahangir was surprised.
“My father was wise, I learned everything from him.”
After saying that, she picked up her bow and arrow and went out. She took the bow and arrow for her own protection. She did not go out with the intention of hunting. There were bandits etc. in the forest. But she was so brave that she She knew how to protect herself, so she picked up the bow and arrow and went out.