IS IT EASY TO BE PRINCE OR PRINCESS OF SUPER POWERS?| EP 4- MY GUILTY STYLE- a story

 PRINCE IN AMUSEMENT 

                            ‘Ah... I’m the prince of mightest empire of the time, the ottomans. I’ll amuse myself with the delicious food and music,’ Murtaza called a servants soon as the Zaka left.

‘Prepare roasted pigeon, roasted turkey, roasted lamb….’

‘Why don’t you say for the full platter of roasted meat instead of giving the list? You’re the wise prince after all,’ Hassan got irritated and walked towards the garden.

‘I’m going to enchant myself with delighting fountains and chirping birds in the gardens. Send my dwarfs and buffoons to entertain me, at once. I want to relax my nerves,’ now it was hassan's turn to enjoy as a prince.     

                    ‘Prince Mehmed your literature teacher is waiting for you,’ just then one servant approached Murtaza.

‘What, I’ve ordered for the lunch and I’ll enjoy it first,’ Murtaza got angry.

‘My lord your lunch is already fixed with the british royal convoy. Your Russian and Persian language teacher is looking for you as it is your test today. You can’t skip the class. A prince should have good command on more than one language,’ slave pointed towards a room. His intentions were evident that he is not going to leave Murtaza there.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your lunch, Mr. Wise prince’ Hassan mocked at him from behind.……

 ITS NOT EASY TO BE A PRINCE OF SUPER POWER

………..Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your lunch, Mr. Wise prince’ Hassan mocked at him from behind.

 ‘Prince Yahiya, chief of cavalry here is calling you for practicing archery,’ just then a slave came there with the message for Hassan.

‘Be careful; don’t fall down after having the bow and arrow. I have heard they are too heavy to carry and then handle,’ Murtaza tried to scare him.

‘You better shut your mouth and learn to write neat without minimum spelling mistakes,’ Hassan mocked at Murtaza and pointed to his slave to guide him to cavalry ground.  

ISTANBUL MARKET VS EURPEON MARKETS OF 16TH CENTURY

‘We’re very excited and pleased while visiting the Istanbul market. every one wishes to shop here for its best variety of commodities from all over the world,’ one of the British ladies looked at Zeemal.

 ‘They should be.  There is always a life threats while going anywhere out in England now days. Once I got chance to visit their country with our convoy, it was terrible, no one knows when any religious extremist comes out from any corner and kill you for some reason and most of the time for no reason,’ Zeemal’s personal maid murmured in her ears.

‘How the fates of nations goes ups and down with time. 21st century conditions are opposite of 16th century,’ Zeemal thought and turned to them.

‘I can feel your crisis, be comfortable and enjoy your tour freely,’ she went kind to royal ladies and let them to cloth market. 'I'm tired of hosting these ladies. I never thought that princess also had to do any work,' she was really irritated now.

Those ladies did a great shopping from there. The market was full with local and imported goods, but they were impressed by the quality and excellence of the local products. They happily bought many gifts for their relatives even expensive. Those ladies were continuously complaining about the expensive but cheap quality products in Europe.  Zeemal was feeling proud but side by side she was guilty, 
‘How much it looks bad when anyone criticize its nation in front of others. How much we abuse our country Pakistan daily without thinking for a second.’
She again started comparison of past and present/
  She was also looking at the things at the big mar ket when she saw the skirts and tops hanging in one .hop.

‘These skirts and tops are specially imported from Italy; you would definitely like them, my princes. It’ll suit you a lot,’ shopkeeper saw Zeemal attentive to his shop and incited her desire.  Zeemal thought for a while and entered another shop and looked at the beautiful gown for her.

‘You should buy some more for your wedding. I can see some new styles,’ her personal maid advised her.

PRINCESS WEDDING WAS FIXED WITHOUT CONSENT

‘My wedding?

‘Only one week is left. Governor of Egypt will keep you very happy,’

‘Are you mad? How can I be got married? I’m just doing my O levels,’ Zeemal got angry.

‘What are you doing? Maid didn’t understand.

‘The girls of your age have kids and managing their homes successfully, why are you worried, it’ll be ok,’ she tried to relax the princess.

‘I’ll talk to valida,’ Zeemal seemed worried and ordered her maids to go back.

THE FIGHT FOR THRONE BETWEEN THE TWO PRINCES

‘I’m too tired to give them company. I’m the prince. I should be treated accordingly. This horse cart was too uncomfortable.’ Hassan was now called at cavalry ground to practice for the war. He practiced fighting with sword wearing heavy armor and then he had to attend the long lecture on war techniques at the battle field. In the afternoon when he was free to visit the gardens, he was told to join the royal guests.

‘Sultan has ordered that prince Mehmed and you are taking the men of the royal convoy to our arsenal,’

‘Not again,’ Hassan saw the same slave with another message from the king.
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‘I think, I should be a king to get any free time for watching the dancing maids and to hear the soothing music,’ he thought angrily.

‘You go now, I’ll come in few minutes,’ Hassan ordered his slave to go back and moved to his room.  

‘I think prince Mehmed alone could manage it,’ Hassan looked at the Murtaza, who was coming out from another cart.

A BORING LECTURE

                          ‘welcome prince Mehmed,’ Hassan smiled at him.

‘A formal lunch and a long boring class. You know I hardly get rid of that teacher. I couldn’t understand a word, he was teaching to me, he was very angry and warned me about complaining to sultan. I think I should be a king rather than to be a prince in this time travel,’ Murtaza was more desperate than Hassan.

PRINCE OF GREAT NATIONS

                           ‘Leaders of the great nations don’t find time to amuse themselves. They take their status as depository from their nation and do a lot of hard work to improve their lives. Don’t forget you are the princes of the leading empire of the time. How you can think of entertaining yourselves,’ grand vizier didn’t like their grumbling.

‘Don’t you think, our 21st century is far better than 16th century time? We all are living a lavish lifestyle like prince and princess, from our leaders to common people. How easily we can waste our time by watching TV and computers. We are not forced to do any motivational work if we don’t want to do any. We all go for short cuts to achieve any goal,’ Hassan whispered in Murtaza’s ear.

‘That’s why we’re not the leading nation of our time and by the way do we really have any goal?' These are strong and dominating Ottomans in front of you,’ Murtaza answered him at once.

OUR MODIFIED WEAPONS

‘They are interested to see the how we manage to manufacture, maintain and repair the arms for huge army. You know they are very impressed with our newly modified weapons. They are eager to buy some of these but of course our demand is too high. It is better that if you convince them to buy our new weapons at our conditions and at our cost,’ grand vizier briefed them about their visit.

OTTOMANS ARSENAL AND CASTLE POLITICS FOR THRONE

They entered a big arsenal. Many workers were manufacturing sharp swords, bows and spears at one side but the guests were astonished to see the manufacturing of guns with miquelet locks, yataghan, kilij and cannons and many fire arms. ‘Indeed, your empire has the latest weapons in the world,’ one of the royal ministers looked amazed. 

The royal convoy wished to buy many weapons but they were dying to buy Great Turkish bombards, the giant bronze guns. They were returning from the armory when soldiers surrounded Prince Yahiya from all sides.

'you’re convicted to take bribe from governor of Iraq. You’ll be kept in jail until the complete investigation.’

                    ‘But I haven’t done anything. Prince Mehmed you tell them,’ Hassan looked at Murtaza for help. Prince Mehmed responded him strangely and let him arrested.

At night, Mehmed sat with his ministers to discuss the prison of Prince Yahiya.

 ‘I don’t want to let him go at war. It can make him strong as a candidate of throne ahead. Prepare evidences and witness against him. He must be hanged for his crime.’  At night prince Mehmed sat with his ministers to discuss the prison of Prince Yahiya.

THIRST OF POWER

                 ‘You shouldn’t do this. Get you out from the thirst of power,’ Zaka as Sokolu pasha approached him as soon as he knew the imprisonment of Hassan.

‘I can do whatever I want to do to make me strong as only heir of sultan’ Zaka noted his odd behavior.

                  ‘It is just an adventurous trip for you. It’ll be over soon.  You’re getting influenced by conspiracies of the castle,’ Zaka felt him helpless at the moment when Murtaza asked him to leave.

                   ‘I don’t know what happened to him? Zaka left the room worriedly.

Next day all evidences proved against prince Yahiya and sultan ordered to execute him.

Mourn prevail through out the castle. Supporters of Prince Yahiya came out to protest although it was feast in prince Mehmed’s room. Prince was enjoying the ceremonial dinner when he fell down and went comatose.

UNCONSCIOUS MURTAZA

Someone at Prince Yahiya side poisoned prince Mehmed. Herbalists tried their best but Mehmed was unable to regain his consciousness. 

Preparations of the wedding ceremony of princesses Huma were discontinued for the time being. Every one was worried about the fates of two young princes. Zeemal’s personal maid was also lifeless with temperature.

ZEEMAL GOT DESPERATE

                                 ‘I don’t want to be a part of this drama anymore, let me go,’ she screamed to valida and sultan but no one paid attention.
‘She is worried for her brothers’, that’s why she is behaving strange. Her marriage should be postponed,’ valida looked at her.

‘No, everything should be proceed as decided, after the execution of prince Yahiya wedding ceremony will be held in time. I hope prince Mehmed will regain his health mean while,’ sultan gave his verdict and left.

         ‘I don’t understand why the expert herbalist from the world can’t cure him,’ Zaka was too worried at all this situation. He left his research and came to castle to handle the situation.

‘I was about to get the solution of water storage in future, when all this happens. How I’ll take them back to their time now,’ he was roaming in his room.

SIGMA, ZAKA'S RIVAL SCIENTIST

                           ‘Its not that difficult, my friend, you only has to give me your new ocean condensation theory and I’ll bring the situation to normal,’ Zaka heard sigma’s voice but he couldn’t see him.

‘Sigma, I knew it would be you. I’ll not give you any hint of my research,’ zaka answered furiously.  

‘Murtaza’s soul has been exchanged to a one of the maid of this harem. 
He would regain his consciousness as a maid of harem. In this way your subordinate will be trapped here for ever and other one will be hanged soon. Your game is about to an end,’ sigma laughed loudly telling Zaka the consequences of his denying.

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