Maula slowly regained consciousness, awakening to find himself chained up. Sitting opposite him was the most feared name in the land: Noori Natt. The insane warrior goaded the wrestler until Maula attempted to reach for his throat. Noori laughed at the chained lion's attempt, and left him with food and wine so Maula could beef up for their fight.

While one Natt sibling was making preparations to put Maula to bed, the other Natt had the mind to take Maula to bed. She dressed in a black halter dress, steamed her hair and lined her eyes, all so she could catch the eye of the land's second best fighter. However, the newly crowned Sardar had unfortunately caught the evil eye of her enemies.

Tonight would either be Daro's best night, or her last.

Daro snuck her way to the dungeon and grabbed a torch to light the prison. She walked along the dim wall, and told the prisoner her intentions.

Maula chuckled. "Lagta ae Noori ne khudkushi kar litti ae. Warna lohe ton sakht pathar aistra pani na honda."

"Wey ais pathar nu pani karan lai Punjab da har surma aya ae. Pur sanu asmaan ton zameen te lae ke, sirf tu aya ae."

"Main aithe rannah viah karn layi nai aya, Nattniye," Maula finally stood up and walked out of the shadows towards her. "Sirf vair viyahn aya. Sirf vair."

"Ve jusse ton vaddh josh, josh ton vaddh jazba," Daro went past him to put the torch on a hook. "Jazbe ton vaddh zor, te zor ton vaddh... zid."

She walked around him to come face him again. "Ae siftan kise mard vich hon, to voh Maula Jatt banda ae," she looked him up and down, not so subtly ogling him as she finally faced him.

"Te ae hi siftaan agar kise aurat vich aa jaein, toh voh Daro bandi ae," Daro said, lifting her chin proudly, snake like.

"Soch," she tasked him as she cozied closer, "ais jodi chon jeda baal hove ga, voh ki hove ga?" She suggested in his ear.

Maula tilted his head back. "Pakka haraam da hove ga," he joked.

Daro laughed as if it was the joke of the decade. Her laugh made her captive smile. "Yaqeen kar," she agreed with him, "karundia sap hove ga."

"Har dil vich teil nai honda, nattniye," Maula warned her. "Ae unche khaab vekhne chhad de."

"Ve avval te sade chai kapadi kurion nu pyaar honda hi nahi," Daro came even closer and stroked his arm. "Je ho jaave, te faisle do hi honde ne, Maulea. Ya te, apne sir da taaj bana leneya," she caressed her fingers through his beard into his hair, then threateningly yanked his head back, "ya phir laa ke, apne kol rakh lenea."

Daro pulled back and pushed her dress cover over her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor as she helped him make his decision. "Haan," she lovingly said in his ear, before starkly looking him in the face, "ya nah?"

"Jinnu vekhan da ji nahi karda," he leaned down to her ear, "onu apni izzat kive bana lawan?"

Daro hissed as she drew away from him as if he was poison. She gritted at him and slashed him with the dagger she'd tied around her thigh.

"Ve Daro pairan te leke palkan tak be misaal te be daagh vi!" She taunted him, just out of his reach before attacking him again. "Tu ne Daro nu dhakka nahi ditta, tu apni nasal de akhri diye nu phunk maari ae!"

As she hit him, Maula managed to grab her arm and pulled her closer, spinning her so she was stuck in his arms with her back to his front. He'd stolen the blade from her, holding it against her throat, but she bit him. Maula dropped the dagger, but caught her wrist before she got too far and pinned her to the wall.

"Ve kuch ton apne veeray ton sikh lae, nathniye," he spoke jovially as he pressed closer against her. "Hans hans ke yaaron nal gal karda ae, te hans hans ke dushmana nu marda ae."

Maula pinned the tip of the dagger to her shoulder blade, pressing just enough to break skin, blood tracing the lines he drew on her back. Daro reached up to take the torch off the hook, grabbed it and waved it behind, getting him off of her.

Once she was sure he was away, Daro ran towards the door, but was met with a harsh sword across her arm. Daro yelped and walked backwards into the dungeon as the assassins followed her inside.

As Daro waved the torch out at her enemies, Maula laughed. "Lagta ae, eh navi sardar nattan nu raas nai ayi."

Daro lashed the torch in an assassin's face and grabbed his sword in the distraction. She was holding pretty well enough for a woman against men, but they were more, and stronger. At one point, the group had managed to trip her back, putting her in Maula's parameter.

Maula sighed as he stood off from against the wall. "Ki kariye. Bebe ne mainnu uddaar banaya ae," Maula lifted Daro by her arm and pushed her behind himself, discreetly taking the sword from her hand.

He swung the sword around, as if inspecting it. "Lagta ae, tuhari mawaan ne tenu sikhaya nai ae," he shifted his gaze to the assassins, as he stood in a purposeful stance, "kurdiyon nu ched de nai..."

An assassin roared as he swung at the still chained wrestler. Maula blocked his sword and defended himself. "Jinni vi karvi kareli kyun na hovein!" Maula joked as he fought the assassins.

He stole the sword of his first victim, now doubly armed. The assassins tried to stay out of the extension of his restraints, still trying to steer him away from their original target, but Daro was smart to move behind Maula, and the Jatt didn't let them get to her.

Eventually there were maybe three assassins left, and they chose to run away instead.

"Ja!" Maula tossed a sword behind them, "kisi na kam de Natt!"

Maula walked back to where his chains were locked and flopped to the floor, exhausted. He was sitting up, back against the wall as he rested his arm on a lifted knee.

"Hun tu sar laa le mera," Maula nodded at Daro who was standing opposite him.

Daro shook her head. "Na kar aisi fazool gallaan," she walked past him to the fallen table where his food had been laid. "Noori de dushmanon nu maarne da haq sirf Noori nu ae," she sniffed, and picked up some fruits off the floor and took them back to him.

"Kha," she ordered, thrusting an apple in his face, "Noori ton lardan lai taakat chahiye hondi ae."

Maula fingered the apple aside. "Kyun kha lawaan? Zehr hove to?" He raised a questioning brow at her.

Daro chuckled and picked her dagger off the ground. "Zehr buzdilon da hathiyaar honda hai," she said as she cut a slice of the fruit. "Aur Noori Natt buzdil nai ae."

"Te Noori di paihn?" Maula asked, leaning over his leg.

Daro looked at him face to face and put the slice to her mouth. She bit one end of it and was about to pull it out of her mouth when Maula suddenly grabbed her hand. He slowly leaned forward and used his tongue to lift the piece off of her lips. Daro jolted forward to return the favor, but Maula quickly took the whole slice into his mouth.

"Ki keya ae tu ne? Noori toh lardan lai taaqat chahiye hondi ae," he joked, and grabbed the rest of the fruit.

Daro stood up to leave, reminded of her crush's up coming fight with her brother.

"Sun!" Maula called out and Daro turned back.

He tossed her their apple with a wink, and Daro finally walked away.