You weren't a tawaif, you were a tigress.

Men didn't eye you with lust, they looked, fearing you would cut their heads off if they annoyed you.

You were devoted to Shahi Mahal, taking care of it, guards to the courtesans. To Malikajaan, Bibbojaan Lajwanti(Lajjo), Waheeda and Alamzeb.

Malikajaan eyes your wound that you got from a hyena while Bibbojaan treats it for you.

"She must have gotten attacked by the men around." Says Waheeda in Urdu, the younger sister of Malikajaan.