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 b.l.o.o.d.y 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 a.s.sembled 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..