29) Old Skool!

Chapter dedicated to this chapter- Old Skool 🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻

Old skool means- someone who is proud of his traditions and culture well according to me.

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"This is a kind of small ritual for Dada to come here and spent the day with his horse's." Manavi told Viraj and Rehmaat who were with her.

Standing in the royal auditorium where Polo matches are conducted frequently, Manavi, Viraj and Rehmaat were waiting for Hukum to come with his favourite horse. Whom he was going to ride today.

"When Dada was a kid, Dada Hukum himself taught him horse riding. As Dada Hukum always believed that Dada as a future king needs to learn old practice's along with modern day practices as a king should be a balanced person." Manavi explained further.

"And Dada's favourite horse is a pure white horse of breed Akhal-teke it is known to be the rarest horse in the world." Manavi paused before continuing.

"Even more interesting fact is that this horse is actually the 17th generation serving the Royals." Manavi explained further.

"Wow, I must say that from human's to animals, every loyal attendees seems to be with the Royals since generations." Viraj complimented.

"Pushpa, you spend your time with Jiju I'll go and explore this place ok." Rehmaat ran away leaving the love bird's alone.

"Stop, Rehmaat..." Before Manavi could say anything further or go after her, Viraj got hold of her wrist.

"She is younger than you yet she knows how to give a couple there Privacy. But you, my beautiful love don't even know how to enjoy that privacy." Viraj's eye's twinkled with mischief to which Manavi blushed beetroot.

As a few minutes passed away, Hukum came there in his full glory sitting on a rarest beautiful white horse. Whom he called Zephyrus. (Which means the Greek god of the west wind.)

And looked like, what he truly was, The king.

"Avi, Where is Rehmaat?" He asked his sister while getting down from the horse, who was giggling on something Viraj said.

While a small smile appeared on his face after seeing his sister happy. But the smile disappeared soon as he heard his sister's next words.

"Dada, she just went towards Eastern stables, wanted to explore this place." Manavi noticed the tensed expression on his face as soon as she completed her sentence.

"What? Oh no." Shivansh muttered.

"Dada, what happened why are you getting tensed?" Manavi asked her brother.

"Yesterday night, Nikunj kaka bought a Dutch Warmblood. It's still untamed and the strongest after my Zephyrus. It can kill or atleast do the most serious damage." Hukum explained hurriedly before getting on his dear Zephyrus.

While Viraj and Manavi hurriedly went after him.

"Rehmaat get out of the way." Manavi screamed as she got hold of the sight infront of her.

Rehmaat was standing infront of the beautiful brown black mare whose skin was glowing, it was just flawless.

But what made Manavi scream was that Rehmaat was stubbornly standing infront of the horse looking deep into the eyes of the horse without blinking and what shocked her to the core was that Rehmaat just gestured her to keep quiet and started taking steps towards the horse.

As she was getting closer to the mare, suddenly the mare jumped and gave a hard blow towards Rehmaat tackling her to the ground. While they both got srounded by thick dust that there figures were not visible anymore.

As the result of the sudden action, a scream left Manavi's mouth. While Hukum and Viraj ran towards Rehmaat.

"I am fine, just a scratch don't worry she is just being playful with me." As Rehmaat's Voice shouted and slowly the thick dust disappeared. The scene infront of the three shocked them.

There the mare was nudging Rehmaat as if playing with her. And slowly rested her head on Rehmaat's while Rehmaat was petting her sweetly.

"Layla, I am going to ride now. Support me ok." Rehmaat whispered slowly in her ear. (Layla means Night)

And suddenly Layla took a step back giving Rehmaat the space to finally stand up.

And as the trio were about to come closer to them. But Layla pinned her ear back, bared her teeth and started stamping as if warning them not to come closer.

"Be calm layla be calm." Rehmaat slowly got hold of her face and nudged her nose with Layla's. To which she became relaxed again.

As Rehmaat calmed her gently by patting her back, got on the back of the mare.

"People, meet my new friend, Layla." Rehmaat introduced politely while taking the horse in trio's direction.

"You know horse riding too?" Manavi exclaimed shocked.

"And you were able to tame a horse." Viraj's face showed Awe expression.

"And you named her Layla." Hukum's eyes showed amusement.

"To all the questions. A big yes." Rehmaat grinned.

"Mr.Singh wanna have a race?" Rehmaat asked him.

"Well why not, but I have a record to never loose." To which Rehmaat's face morphed into a smirk.

"Let's see." With that both started the race but there horse's instead of running started going side by side and both touched eachother faces.

(Something like this)

"I think they both have already won eachother's heart Mr.Singh." Rehmaat giggled while petting Layla and slowly getting down.

"Rehmaat com'on let's go. Today Tia has arranged a party we have go and get ready for it." Manavi started to drag her from there.

While Rehmaat looked at men with a crying face and hope to save her from this torture. They both just surrendered there hands in the air.

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"Pushpa, I am not feeling comfortable here, everyone is giving me those weird looks." Rehmaat Muttered.

"That's because this party's theme is white party dresses but you being you are wearing jeans with white top." Manavi rolled her eyes.

"I am not wearing jeans by my own wish. I wanted to wear comfortable PJ's you forced me to wear these." Rehmaat whined. Before looking at Manavi who was dressed in a beautiful off shoulder dress.

"Hey Manavi glad you are here. Guys listen here comes the star of the night the girl whose getting engaged to my brother the princess of Jaipur herself." Tia made an appearance in beautiful white dress with red heels and bold red lipstick. Looking beautiful.

"Com'on Manavi let me introduce you to my friends, they have arrived here specially to attend today's party and your engagement tommorow." Tia tried to drag Manavi from there.

"Wait a second Tia, my blessing is with me too,won't you greet her." The threat in Manavi's voice was something that made Tia shudder internally, before passing a small hello to Rehmaat.

"Ok so let's start." Manavi got hold of Rehmaat's wrist.

"The vibe is missing from here. Don't you think Manavi." Rehmaat Muttered. While putting her own earphones in her ears and playing A.P. Dhillon on full volume.

While listening to music she lost the track of time. As she got a sense back she checked her phone, it was 5:30 in the evening they came to the party at 4:00 P.M.

Her eyes searched for her bestfriend but as her eyes landed on a couch not so far away, the scene infront of her made her freeze.

There her bestfriend was sitting in the middle of two girls, one being Tia and another she didn't recognise and both were taking an injection, but Manavi was looking irritated and uncomfortable. And all the people surrounding her were saying something to her.

Rehmaat immediately removed her earphones and consentrated on there talk.

"Com'on Manavi, there is nothing wrong with these drugs, they are so cool, they can give you immense pleasure." Tia faked a laugh.

"And we don't even have to fear the police or stuff. No one will dare to mess with us. All of our families are powerful enough to save us." One big the girl in white dress with a slit in the left leg of the dress said.

"But it's dangerous for health. And overall morally wrong." Manavi had an irritated to death expression on her face.

"Morals?" Saying this Tia gave a high pitched laugh.

"Well you tell me, you are a Shiv bhakt right. So you must know that even Mahadev consumed weed and stuff, so if we are doing the same than what's wrong in it." To this statement of her everyone erupted in laughter. While Manavi clenched her jaw and Rehmaat knew she was close to breaking Tia's but before Manavi could say anything, Rehmaat's sarcastic voice boomed there.

"Ooh, than trust me dear people present here you are doing it wrong way. " Rehmaat faked a dramatic expression.

"You should not consume drugs than. Try poision instead. Because the Shiv you are talking about has consumed the deadliest poision in this word too. The halahal, but all you guys will need is Rat-pision." Rehmaat came closer to Manavi and got hold of her hands.

"Who even are you?" One of the girls spatted.

"I? Well I am the exact same girl whom you can't become even after taking 10 more birth's." Rehmaat's statement made Manavi laugh out loud.

"And what even do you know about Sanatan Dharma, I am a sikh still I can bet that I know more about it than you do as I have read the scriptures, I have read the beautiful and gloryfull history. " Rehmaat asked in a tone full of facts.

"Sna... sun what." Tia asked irritatedly.

"Ooh, Lia it's confirmed you don't know anything at all. Heck you don't even know that hindu is a word that those idiot invaders gave who couldn't even pronounce the word Sind. The real word is Snatan Dharma." Rehmaat paused before continuing.

"You don't even know that. Yet you had guts say those cheap words for Mahadev. The Mahadev who is Adiyogi himself. The one for whom even Shakti herself did penance. You know what I don't give a vanilla muffin if you do these drugs or even drink poison it's none of my buisness. But don't use Mahadev's name, otherwise any sane person won't tolerate it." Rehmaat said calmly and tried to drag Manavi from there.

But before she could move the next words from the people behind her made her blood boil.

"Leave it guys, she doesn't even know's the C of being cool. Bloody B***h. And after all I think it's 12'O clock now hence she is going from her. Bloody looser just like her people and ances..." Tia's words were cut short as someone got hold of her throat. (12'O clock joke is an offensive joke on sikh community.)

Rehmaat was furiously clutching her throat while her eyes were spitting fire. Even though her grip on her throat was firm but it was not choking her.

"Hey leave..." One of the 'friend's' of Tia tried to intervene but the look of Rehmaat was something different almost inhuman that she just couldn't muster the courage to speak further.

"Not a word, I don't use curse words because I feel like that people like you don't have that Power or status that I will get my mouth dirty for a pathetic excuse of a Human." Rehmaat paused before continuing.

"But you don't have the right to say anything about those untamed undefeatable Warriors. Teri Aukat he ni haigi. I am descendant of Hari Singh Nalwa, the man who breaked a tiger's jaw bare handed. The man because of whom the men in the than undefeatable Afganistan started wearing female clothing Salwar because they knew a true Sardar will never hurt a female, so to protect themselves they started wearing female clothes. The man who conquered Afganistan which was even next to impossible for the invaders of India. I am his descendant." She took a deep breath before continuing.

"I am Guru Gobind Singh Ji's Lioness, whose father despite being a sikh Guru, gave his head to save Kashmiri pandits, from the Mughals who were forcibly converting them. And his kid's, despite being 17, 14,9 and 7 in age all the four brothers gave there lives to save the truth and honor of every true sikh, hindu and even a true Muslim. And I am proud to be his Kaur." Rehmaat roared and lossed her grip before turning to others.

"And that 12'O clock joke. I am sick of your mentality. You think that The Sardar's are coward's because they attacked the soldiers of Nadir Shah in the middle of the night right. Do you even know the truth? Those bloody blood hungry men, who can never be true Muslim, were going after making more than 100's of hindu as well as muslim women Slave to sell them in the Afganistan's market's that's when those Brave Sardar's protected those women, even though they didn't had any relation with them because in my community they say 'Tiyan behena sab diya sanjiyan hondiyan ne' which means that a girl is everyone's daughter and sister to protect, even if you are not blood related. They were using the Gorilla warfare method and they were so brave, That even that Nadir Shah who was torturing both Hindu and Muslim women was forced to say 'Alas who are these brave one's' and you people, are making joke on those men who fought for the honour of women." Rehmaat's eyes were red and even from roaring her throat was aching but the valcano of anger was still not soothed.

"So yah that's what the truth is. I am proud to say that I come from a place where people were braver than lion's and women were braver than lioness's. And it's about sentiments, I have many Hindu and Muslim Friend who are equally proud of Hari Singh nalwa, my G.P and all the other warrior's as my G.P never discriminated anyone. His father gave his head for Kashmiri pandits. And they even saved many Muslim's whom people were torturing, it's not about any religion it's about justice. And they knew how to stand for justice and truth. So think atleast 1 million times before speaking about anything like this. You don't have any right to either degrade Mahadev or degrade my sikh ancestors as both are someone to be proud of." Rehmaat's voice choked at last because of continuous speaking while Manavi gently patted her shoulder.

"Com'on Pushpa, we should'nt stay here for even a minute. As even there mere presence is toxic." With that both proudly while keeping there heads high, went from there. But not before Manavi saying something which made Tia and her friends even more embarrassed than they already were.

"And Tia, I won't tolerate there presence on my special day and if you have problem with it, you are more than welcome to not come as well." Manavi said boldly, before joining her Rehmaat.

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Rehansh Forever 💕💕💕