The moment such an extremely dirty argument between the siblings and the wretched words of dividing the palace echoed through the prison corridor—the miraculous Tantrik, wearing a skirt and standing inside the cell across the iron bars, covered her two ears with her hands. Becoming thoroughly annoyed, she contorted her fair face and spoke out in a thoroughly high-pitched yet grave voice, saying, "Ah! O you Prince Prafulla and O you arrogant Snigdha girl—do not engage in such low-class-like quarreling among yourselves standing upon the dirty floor of the jail in this sweet, holy light of dawn, re bapu! At least for the time being, you two shut those dirty mouths of yours completely let me see! At least standing before that supremely beautiful and young girl Prabhasha, do not utter such ugly and wretched quarrels of your family from your own mouths even the slightest bit, re oh father! How little is Prabhasha's age now; if she hears such dirty words of royal palace greed and quarreling from your mouths at this tender age, exactly what dirty education will she learn in her life let me hear, huh? Thinking of Prabhasha at least, calm down!"
The moment she heard such tenderness and words full of affection for her own younger sister Prabhasha from the Tantrik's mouth—all that ferocious rage inside Snigdha's mind now crashed upon the Tantrik! Making her large two eyes like balls of fire out of absolute hatred and wrath, glaring sharply at the Tantrik, she screamed out in a thoroughly piercing and harsh voice, saying, "What did you say? O you fraud and wretched tantrik, just as addressing you as a 'tantrik' from one's own mouth is a completely worthless thing, re oh father, huthu exactly addressing you as a respected 'old' human being is a completely massive mistake of a task, bapu! You are no good saint or tantrik, re—you are a flat-out massive mound of a devil! If I do not sever that head of yours on your neck from the body with a sudden jerk using my own hands—and kick it around like a flat-out football upon the floor of this jail—even then, this formidable rage inside my mind toward you will not diminish even a single drop, re devilish old man! How grand is your audacity!"
Contorting her face thoroughly and wearing a fiendish smile, Snigdha began to taunt the Tantrik in thoroughly dirty language, saying, "Standing inside the jail a moment ago, displaying so much vanity, did you not deliver a massive, terrifying miraculous curse to me of becoming a flat-out 'tail-wagging dog' in the future, re fraud tantrik? Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry! A thoroughly massive mistake was made by me, bapu! Why would you go to deliver a curse of becoming a dog to me anew, let me hear, huh? You were saying with so much vanity from your own mouth that through your magic, you have supposedly seen the distant future in a single second that I will truly turn into a dog in the future! Then, O you fraud tantrik old man—with that sorcerous miraculous vision of the distant future of yours, what form have you seen for yourself, let me hear, re, huh? Have you seen with your own eyes what wretched creature you will turn into in the future? You haven't, right? Then listen—standing in this light of dawn today, looking at you, I tell you that in the distant future, you will turn into a flat-out ugly mosquito and fly continuously over the dirty drains of this world, flapping your wings, re devilish tantrik! And when I do not see you with these royal eyes of mine assuming the form of a flat-out ugly mosquito and buzzing around the walls of this royal palace—seeing that, the joy inside my own crooked mind will touch the sky in a single moment, re bapu! Standing in this morning hour today, I too have delivered a massive prophecy of your own dirty future right to your face in a single second, re O you fraud tantrik! Your power has mingled completely with the dust, bapu! You are a flat-out number one liar and a fraud tantrik completely! Supposedly, the past, present, and future of the distant future are seen as clear as water in her mouth! You see absolute nonsense with your own eyes! You are worthy of turning into a creature flat-out like a leather-winged bat; go spend your entire life hanging upside down with your two feet upward from some dirty tree in the forest! Even then, that this thoroughly beautiful, massive cell of the Junagarh jail has fallen to the fate of a fraud tantrik like you—this itself is your massive good fortune, bapu, otherwise I would have fed you to the dogs!"