The moment she heard this terrifying, threatening curse from the Tantrik's mouth, Snigdha lost all her senses out of sheer rage. Throwing her royal veil onto the ground with a sudden jerk, pointing a finger right before the Tantrik's very eyes, she screamed out in a thoroughly intense and piercing voice, saying, "What did you say, re? A curse! O you fake and devilish Tantrik—what curse can you possibly give me, re, huh? A curse is what I am going to stand here and give you from my own mouth now, re, O you wretched Tantrik! You probably cannot see with your own eyes that—through the force of the very blessings given by you, I have now become a princess possessed of the absolute most miraculous power upon the face of this entire world, re oh father! Standing before this sorcerous power of mine, you won't be able to touch or tear even a single strand of hair from my head from today, nor will you be able to touch even a single thread of this royal, dust-covered shoe of my foot through your magic even in the slightest! I will mingle the power of a flat-out broken-party Tantrik like you into the dust in one minute!"
The moment she heard such extreme dirty insults and wretched words directed at her power and the shoes of her feet from Snigdha's mouth, the patience inside the Tantrik's mind completely broke its bounds in a single moment! Her entire body began to tremble violently in rage and, closing her two eyes completely, gathering all the miraculous sorcerous power of her chest and the wrath of the universe into one place, stamping both her feet violently upon the floor of the corridor, she uttered the words of a massive, terrifying miraculous curse from her mouth like lightning and thunder! Extending her crooked hand toward Snigdha, she screamed out in a thoroughly intense voice, saying, "O you arrogant, dirty, and venomous snake girl Snigdha! Since you stood there and made such wretched mockery of my miraculous power and my husband from your own mouth—standing right at this moment, using all my magic, I deliver a massive, terrifying curse to you, re devilish girl! Did you not express this desire thoroughly cunningly within your crooked mind while demanding your wishes—that in the future, no matter which husband your marriage is solemnized with, along with his outer appearance being beautiful, his inner behavior and nature must be completely identical to this mind of yours? You thought you would marry some other beautiful prince? But I, being this miraculous Tantrik, curse you—obtaining that nature of your husband is a thoroughly faraway matter, re Snigdha, no matter what husband falls to your fate in the future, or whichever spouse you receive in your life—the physical form and inner nature that your husband possesses, you too will be transformed into a wretched creature huthu exactly like that husband within a single second, re! That is, re Snigdha girl—if that husband falling to your fate in the future is a flat-out dirty, ugly, four-legged street dog as well, no—then the moment you receive the touch of that husband, you too will be transformed into the most wretched dog of this earth within a single second, re! If that husband of yours is characterless and a debauchee, then you too will become completely characterless and dirty in a single moment! That is, all the ugly nature and form of your husband will enter inside your own body in a single instant, re! You wanted your husband to be like you, but through the force of this curse of mine, you will receive a form flat-out like that animal-like husband of yours, re, O you tail-wagging dog! From today, you will spend the life of a four-legged, tail-wagging dog—this is my curse!"
Hearing such a massive, wretched, and terrifyingly insulting curse with her own ears—that is, the massive, ugly curse of leaving her royal appearance to become a flat-out 'tail-wagging dog'—all the royal blood inside Snigdha's head rushed upward violently in a single moment! Becoming completely blinded and mindless with rage, losing her senses, she extended her right hand violently through the air with a sudden jerk and—thwack—she planted a massive, powerful slap across that fair cheek of the Tantrik!
The moment she received such an unexpected and powerful slap from Snigdha's hand while standing outside the iron cell, all the saintliness inside the Tantrik's head mingled with the dust in a single second! Roaring like a flat-out tiger in insult and intense wrath, extending one of her hands, she firmly gripped Snigdha's royal hair in a single clutch and, swinging her other hand through the air—thwack—she planted a massive, terrifying counter-slap across that arrogant cheek of Snigdha!