What happened next! Standing right in the middle of the dirty prison corridor, Princess Snigdha and that skirt-wearing miraculous Tantrik—the two of them, like flat-out ordinary lowborn people, gripped each other's hair, caught each other's clothes, and engaged in a massive scuffle and hand-to-hand fight! With the terrible sound of their intense high-pitched screaming, slapping noises, and ugly cursing, the walls of the entire dark prison seemed to tremble in a single second. The moment such a wretched, wretched episode, scuffle, and the terrible sound of shouting echoed throughout the corridor—beginning from the old woman Sushila confined in the iron cage over there, right down to Snigdha's conspiratorial friends and all the slave royal guards of the jail, everyone woke up together in a single moment out of sheer fear!
By then, the night had almost broken away, and the light of dawn was beginning to manifest. In the sky of Junagarh, that sweet light of dawn pierced the surrounding darkness and reached into the tunnel path inside the prison. But destroying that sweet morning environment completely, all the inmates and prisoners of the jail held the iron bars of their respective cells, sat up together, and began a thoroughly loud shouting and uproar! This massive shouting and the terrible sound of scuffling floating up from the depths of the prison were so intense that they traveled straight up the tunnel path and crashed into the chief inner sanctum of the royal palace in a single second!
Sleeping in his own bedroom up in the royal palace, Chief Prince Prafulla, and over there, his thoroughly adored younger sister Princess Prabhasha—the moment both of them heard such terrifying shouting and scuffling noises coming from the depths of the jail with their own ears at the time of dawn, they leaped from their beds in a single moment! With thoroughly worried and flat-out grim faces in rage, taking royal swords in their hands, they came down with extremely swift steps through that secret tunnel path and arrived straight into the corridor of the prison below.
The moment they stepped into the corridor, what Prafulla and Prabhasha witnessed with their two eyes—at that, all the blood of their own heads rushed upward and became hot in a single instant! They saw Princess Snigdha and the Tantrik rolling together upon the floor of the jail, clutching each other's hair, fighting in a thoroughly dirty manner, while the guards stood watching like absolute fools! Without wasting another single moment, Prafulla roared out in his thunderous voice, saying, "O royal guards! With what audacity are you still standing there like flat-out stones watching this dirty scene, huh? All of you rush forward right now and separate these two from each other!" The moment they heard this terrifying scolding from Prafulla, a troop of strong royal guards rushed over, firmly grabbed Snigdha's two hands, and pulled her back with a sudden jerk, while the remaining four or five guards together firmly pinned down the Tantrik's hands and her colorful skirt! Forcefully dragging the Tantrik, they shoved her back inside her old prison cell in a single second, shut the iron gate with a loud clanging sound, and locked a massive iron key completely!
Trembling completely in rage then, making his two eyes large like balls of fire, Prafulla went and stood before Snigdha. Striking his sword violently upon the floor of the corridor,彼は roared out in an extremely loud voice, saying, "What is going on, what is going on here, huh? What have you all taken this sacred prison of Junagarh for, let me hear? Since yesterday morning, this dirty drama and farce of yours has been going on continuously—yet today a new dawn's light has manifested, even then this wretched behavior of yours does not seem to end, re!"
Turning his furious gaze straight toward Snigdha's disheveled-haired face, Prafulla scolded her in an extremely harsh and intense voice, saying, "What is this, Snigdha! Yesterday night itself, did I not strictly forbid you from my own mouth, and lay you down thoroughly well on the bed of your own room before coming away, re—that you will not step even the slightest bit outside your room! Why have you, in the dead of this night, throwing dust into everyone's eyes once again, returned like a dirty thief down this tunnel path inside the jail of these criminals, let me hear? How does such massive daring and audacity arise inside your own mind, re—that you repeatedly rush here, snapping your fingers at my final warning and the royal duty of Junagarh, huh? How many times have I forbidden you—that you will never set your foot inside the dirty corridor of this jail ever again! How many times must I explain a matter to you, opening my own mouth, re you devilish girl? Do you not hear a single word with your own ears, or has your own head gone completely ruined? Such intense rage is arising inside my own mind now—I feel like firmly gripping the fistful of long royal hair of that head with my own hand and giving it such a violent twist—so that all the pride of that ruined head of yours mingles with the dust in a single second!"