Black smoke billows from the city's marble minarets and temple domes. Cries of human agony are muffled by the flames of heavy cannon fire. Delhi is burning for the seventh time today, and it is impossible for anyone to escape this great conflagration. As the Company's raging troops take control of the Mughal capital, the fury of the terrible god Nikhal-Bhagwan descends upon the freedom army. An uncontrollable red-sprite, Theo Metcalfe, hatches a conspiracy. A black dervish unleashes the dreadful magic of Tipu's dungeon, while a self-proclaimed Christian crusader hatches an unthinkable plan. The third wish of the last Timuri poisons every soul Between the plundering army and a ruthless massacre, only Mastan stands A dervish, a general, a poet, a hawk, a prostitute, a priest, and a jinn. This is the last chapter of the horrific story of Delhi in 1857. A dark heart, and deaf ears? An agreement with the jinn; The price of prices, see! He will have to pay, While mourning for two yards of shroud?!