(Narrator: Vibhuti) Aag the capital of the Aagratha Peshwa rule was highly modern and futuristic city. The city is known for its culture making it the cultural capital of Aagrashtra. The Aagti culture is also well amazing. Their forts, art, cuisine, festivals and military were all spectacular. Now Aagrashtra is renowned for its pop culture and film industry, technology, infrastructure and all the good things of the past.
So, after acquiring the third artifact, yay : D, the Jwal-talavaara. We drove for at least two days taking breaks in between to reach Aag (Pune) where stayed at one of my family properties. we have a property over here cuz at one point of my life I studied here and I hated it; I had to learn the state language which was difficult. Before we had an option to choose between Aagti and Agnrith and I choose Agnrith for it would be easy for me cuz I know Thanal and both the languages are pretty similar but due to some politician wanting fame I had to study Aagti with no choice and Mala Aagti nahi yeth (I don’t know Aagti). I know it should know all the languages in Agni-deshah but there are a million languages over here and to remember all of that, that is extreme. And I know no language is bad but we should have choice on what we should learn I meant in the future I want to do my graduation in Thee and people over there don’t even know Agni very well, let alone Aagti, so this information is completely useless for me.
I meant this is what's wrong with my country: the people in power only care for their image rather than the people under them. I meant why clean up the roads only when they come; clean them every day for the common people. Why get people on your side just by throwing galas and giving them a fun time while leaving the roads dirty? They should teach the younger generation to work for a change and not their image. Nowadays we don’t even know what change is brought about by any leader, but we definitely know many things about their personal life. There has to be some change; the politicians must work silently, no spatial treatment for anyone, if someone commits a crime, they must be held accountable regardless of their status and corruption must end. (Tejasvi: Vi, you got kind of off topic like our geography teacher in grade ten) yeah, I know this is what ever she said to us and I want to spread awareness (Tejasvi: ok, cool but do that later, or else let me narrate) no but it is my turn, (Tejasvi: yeah, well, you wasted you turn it is my chance) no my (Ijan: both of you halt in your contest! I shall narrate)
(Narration switches to Ijan) in the duration of Vibhuti and Tejasvi's juvenile quarrel, piloted at Aag. I asked Vibhuti to steer me towards her Aag property and she took an interval in her quarrel to stir me. We arrived at a magnificent mansion in the tech district with white outer walls and sleek glass windows, another evidence of how I and I are opposite, similar to polarities with the same magnitude. I parked, exhausted from the extenuated drive; however, I shall not protest for I am the eldest of them all and it is my responsibility to perform the maximum of the total labour.
We advanced into the manor. I pressed Vibhuti for the sleeping chambers, and she directed me to mine. I rested for an extensive interval of much-needed slumber. When I arose, I came to the realization that I had slept for 24 hours straight. I felt groggy when I came back to my senses. When I questioned on my prolonged slumber to Vibhuti, she answered, “Oh, well, we did not want to disturb you, plus you could use more sleep; you still look extremely tired” “Negative I,” paused for a yawn, “am not….” Another pause for a yawn, “in a state of drowsy….” another yawn, “ness” “See, you just proved my point; you are too tired to complete your own sentences or words.” She countered, which was a valid argument, “However, who would drive you around?” “Marin.” “Who would make plans to escape danger?” “Me and Tejasvi” “But who will employ illusion to hide us all?” My voice sounded victorious for discovering an argument overriding all. “That would be me.” A voice held from behind. I rotated myself to discover who it was, and to my dismay, it was Alhila. “Wait, Alhila, aren’t you supposed to be in the Nuṣb al-Qamar monument?” I questioned, “Yes, but I decided to see what progress you made in the mission. I am only here for another day. Ijan, I think I could pick up the slack for you over here, get some rest.” She held. I never experienced this: individuals insisting me to take rest instead of strenuous labour; negative this must be a test. What other explanation could it be? I held my ground to prove my might, “Nice attempt; however, you could not coax me into rest.” And I exited with my pride and safety.
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(Narration switches to Vibhuti) Ugh, I can’t believe Ijan is so stubborn. We are not going to hurt him in any way. However, I must not think like that, for he would have been through a lot as a kid, I assume, so I must find a way to get him to sleep more. Me and Alhila tried to concoct a sleep charm from the feathers of the Simurgh which I guess and Alhila used a traditional flute and placed the feather on Ijan’s head while Alhila played the sweetest lullaby on her flute, however Ijan came prepared he said, “the Simurgh lullaby, impressive move however I caffeinated myself before this, you got to think a head to get to me.” Then he took another sip of his coffee, and I made a mistake of trying a sip; let’s just say the coffee in South would be like milk compared to what Ijan concocted.
Plan B: I know Marin is the third smartest person over here, so let’s try him. And his response was to scare Ijan to sleep. So, he went to Ijan and narrated him this scarry story of a girl who drowns people in the night and if someone won’t sleep, she’ll steal their sleep, which made me want to hit the beds right know but Ijan just leant on his chair and said, “you just scared me awake, are you attempting to bring me into a state of slumber or keep me up with these juvenile horror stories.” Which, in fact was a good point.
At this point, I was convinced we would have Ijan in his sleepy mode the whole trip, although he was still sharp; he needs some rest. We three were moping in the living room when Evanthia came and said, “Could try to whip up a sleep potion, but it would need some Qamariyyah herbs which could not be found here.” “Or, just give the tall guy some milk.” Said Tejasvi, entering the room with a disappointed expression over our blindness. Of course, milk could put someone off to sleep in minutes.
I quickly heated some, and when I presented it to Ijan, his reaction was, “Milk? I am aware you ran out of options; however, I did not anticipate you were that desperate that you started attempting random things” “Just drink the dam milk!” Tejasvi said. “Fine, I shall humour you just this once.” He said and drank it. When he was done, his eyelids started to droop, and finally, he fell asleep. Alhila and I gently carried him to his room and pulled the covers over him. Before I went, when I saw him so peaceful in rest, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth in my heart. I don’t know how, but I am slowly falling in love with him, but I just can’t help but watch how this juvenile sense of love is going to destroy me.