Prologue

"Aap nawab hain Kefur ke. Aap ke liye koi aap ke rutbe kay laik begum lae jae gi. Na ke ek tawaif ki beti"
(You are Nawab of Kefur. You should marry a well reputed girl, not the daughter of a prostitute)

"Is dil main us larki ki koi gunjaish nahi Shera" Nawab sighed, looking at his lion that was prancing in the garden.
(This heart has no place for her)

A sudden roar disrupted his train of thoughts, and he chuckled, looking up at the dark, gloomy sky.

"Lagta hai aapko bhi unhe apni malkin banane ka behad shok hai"
(I guess you also want her as your mistress)

Enjoy this bittersweet tale of forbidden love in the era of 1930. When life bloomed inside the four walls of a brothel and acres of Nawab haveli.