the other hand expertly aimed and brought it down with only one shot. He won! Everybody applauded, "Hail Nabi, our hero…the greatest marksman!"
The Khan was so proud and handed over Boz-At to the young hero and as a sign of approval kissed Nabi's shoulder. In turn, Nabi kissed the back of Khan's hand as a sign of deepest respect. All the while Hajar was stunned by Nabi's handsome figure on horseback, a figure of bravery and valour. She wished that she could be with him and accept him as her husband, somebody who really deserves her.
Nabi's aunt could not hide her joy, seeing the love in their eyes gave her the responsibility to make these lovebirds be near each other. She devised a plan on how they can see each other again without their knowing. She told Hajar that Nabi would be hunting near the Araz River the following day. On the other hand, she sent her son to tell Nabi that Hajar will be near the river next day, washing clothes. Unaware of his aunt's plans they saw each other again.
Both of them had a surprised look in their eyes when they saw each other near the river. They decided that it is a good time to talk to each other about everything. Nabi hunted a wild goat and offered to make grilled veal for lunch. Oh! How precious time passes by, they both wished that time would stop right there so they can go on and on. How sweet it is to be with the one you love, trying to learn about each other's traits.
After lunch, Nabi with all the courage he could muster tried to talk about marriage and wedding. He even mentioned the suitors she had turned down. "Who is the rightful man for you?" he asked. Hajar kept quiet and looked at him meaningfully. Her silence made Nabi happy, he knew right then and there that she belongs to him. "I loved you since the first time I laid my eyes on you. I'll send my mother to ask for your hand in marriage just promise me that you'll be mine forever and only death can make us part." He pleaded her. Hajar turned red with excitement, she is so happy that at last, the person she has been waiting for had come.
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