The Princess in Black!: An Unheard story of the Mughals
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The Taj Mahal is going to be blown off and with it the visiting ex-President of USA. Or so has been impeccably planned by Major Salim Khan, an undercover ISI operative. The only clue that the intelligence agencies have is the enigmatic Object No. 27, a rare Mughal relic that they don't have much information about. History Professor Narayan Shastri, along with the best men from Indian Intelligence, try to unlock the code. And then there is Saima, the mysterious beauty who found Object No 27 in the first place. She and Professor Shastri travel through the annals of a history rich with deceit - bloody battles of conquests; the satin veil of treachery; and even the elegant, imperious walls built of red sandstone and white marble - to know more of the impending attack and each other more deeply. Can they stop Major Khan from unleashing his act of terror on the marble monument of love? Precious hands of time are ticking away: Tick. Tick. Tick.
leaves. The sedan had turned left into a private driveway, leading straight to a wrought iron gate. Lights of the vehicle shone on the curved lines embedded on the gate, bringing a guard clothed in multiple layers of woollen sweaters and a jacket, with a thick brown shawl wrapped around his head. The gate opened slowly, the creak of its hinges announcing the act to the night. The sedan crept inside the gate and stopped after a couple of yards. A two-storied mansion towered the car. The guard
beginning to form on her pink lips. “Without doubt, this laptop belongs to my mother,” Narayan Shastri commented looking at the image of the woman in the painting which had magnified to fit the screen. Saima looked at the image. “Does she remind you of your mother?” “In a way, yes,” Narayan pointed to the pearls in the image, “My mother owned a pearl set. Every day, in the morning, she would wear her pearls before leaving the house. It was a ritual for her, a kind of morning prayer.” “I am
pulled. The power resting in the hands of these few men was so complete that its reverberations were felt by each and every living being inhabiting this planet. This was what led the Major to hunt for the rare diamond. Noor-e-Jahan would be the first step in Major Khan’s quest for supreme control. Once he sold the diamond to the highest bidder, he would buy his anonymity. Then, he would be master, he would be emperor. A stiff cold breeze blew across the Major awakening him from his train of
to the US ex-President and urged him to remain inside until they resolved the situation. The reason why Major Khan did not raise any objection to the security cordon was because he noticed Narayan making his way to the Taj. If Prof. Shastri was heading to the marble mausoleum, it probably meant that the diamond was in its vicinity. Major Khan began following Shastri discreetly though the thin crowd, making his way to the marble mausoleum as well. Narayan reached the security cordon. “Sorry…no
and Saima inside the cordon. Saima had been silent for a while now. A sense of inner turmoil was evident on her face, which Narayan failed to read. The professor’s mind was busy unravelling the web that surrounded Noor-e-Jahan. Footsteps gently echoed across the hallowed chamber of the Taj Mahal. The professor and Saima entered the chamber. For a moment, Saima’s recurring dream, of the prince and his courtesan transforming into doves and flying away flashed across her eyes. Narayan, on the