RECAP- Understanding her plight, he smiled through his eyes as
he nibbled her upper lip. She followed him like a good student. His hands
encircled her waist as he marvelled at the softness of her skin.
~~~
Update- Part 20
A Few
Hours Later
'Shahenshah...'
'Haan Jodha begum?' Allowing his hands to rest at her
waist, he gently responded to her- knowing well where it was all going. It had
been a few hours since they've shared a lovely sleep together, cuddling each
other. As for now, it was time for questions. Her questions. He had avoided her
for long, subsiding all her queries from the past half an hour. Would that work
now? He wasn't sure.
'What is it?' She asked, her hands enveloping his face
within the folds of her palm.
'What?' Pretending to be surprised, he dragged his eyes
away from hers. A part of him knew that his misery would be lessened, if not
completely cured, only by Jodha. Yet, he was unsure. Should he? Should he share
it with her, and increase her pain? Should he? And, CAN he?
'You very well know what I'm talking about, Shahenshah.'
Her voice was calm. Her eyes, peaceful and loving.
'No, I don't Jodha Begum. Anyways, we'll discuss this
later. I'm already late for Diwan E Khaas. I'll be going there directly. And
Ammi Jaan has also planned a Jashn for us, so be ready in the evening. I'll
come to your chambers, Jodha begum.' He got out of the bed. If anything, he had
to avoid her. At least for now, when he himself was unsure about the situation.
'Shahenshah.' She called out to him, her voice stern.
'Ji?' Turning around, he was evidently taken aback by
what he saw, or rather, what he didn't. There was no expression on her face,
her eyes betrayed no emotions. Much like her voice.
'Do you think you can avoid me? ME?' She was stubborn-
she had given him his own sweet time. For what? For him taking her leave,
without sharing the reason of his pain? Her patience was wearing thin. Her
heart seemed to bleed seeing him in so much pain, and yet- not sharing it with
her?
'You're mistaken, Jodha begum. I'm not avoiding you. I'll
take your leave.' The mask was back, a calm Jalal, with no thought disturbing
him. Walking out of her chambers, he quickly strolled towards the garden.
Millions of thoughts rushed through his mind. Me and Ruqaiyaa.. I still love her as a friend.. I always did! But
anything more than that, it was out of question.
What went
wrong? When, and HOW come Ruqaiya think that I love her? When did she started
feeling for me in that way? She very well knew that I never had a heart, not
until I met Jodha. She was, and she will always be my best friend. But when did
she get that wrong hint?
Am I at
fault? Have I, by any chance misled her, and made her think that I love her? No
no. How can that be possible? I never ever confessed my love to her. I know I
never did. Or maybe.. Shit! Is it all because of THAT? NO.
Almost an year back, (Before
Jodha and Jalal's wedding)
Weather
was certainly not at its best in Agra. The ferocious winds broke through every
window, every door- invading the imperial palace. 'Jalal, where are you?' A
beautiful lady, apparently a queen, hurried out of her chambers, her eyes
searching for someone.
'Ruqaiya!'
A stern voice made her turn back, only to be delighted. So while she was
desperately searching for him, the emperor had wisely slipped in her chambers?
Cunning indeed.
'Jalal?
Where were you? It had been an hour since I've been searching for you. And you,
Jalal you are just..' It was only a matter of time before the irritated queen
realized that the object of her anger wasn't really all ears for her tirade. He
was intoxicated, much to her surprise. 'Jalal? You're drunk? We were supposed
to play chess Jalal!' The surprised' look on her face was short lived. His
Highness had now begun trembling, it seemed as if his body was more than he could
handle.
'Okay
wait.' She sighed, before supporting him on his journey to bed. 'You.. You know Ruqaiya.. You are, the best.'
'Oh?
I know that.' Digesting the sudden bout of compliment, she let her lips curl
into a smirk of happiness.
'I..
I love you, my friend.. You're the best friend ever!'
'Ja..Jalal?
Are you alright?..' Her eyes seemed to be misted, as she turned her face away.
Her cheeks, now wet due to tears constantly trailing down them, inherited a
tint of red as a heartfelt smile touched her lips. Her eyes smiled from her
cheeks- a rare picture it was. The 'heartless' begum Ruqaiya had just smiled genuinely!
'Was
it true?' A voice went off at the back of her mind. 'He was under the effect of
alcohol. Not in his senses. Maybe he was just blabbering whatever came in his
mind..'
'And
how is THAT possible?' another part spoke up.'A person always speaks the truth
when he's intoxicated. And Jalal.' A wicked smirk played on her lips. 'He is
closest to ME. He always trusts me the most and loves me the most! Yes.. Yes he
LOVES me. ME!'
'But
then...' The happiness of her features steadily gave way. 'Why did he say my
friend'? Does he love me only as a friend.. Am I nothing more than that?'
'I'm
just over thinking. I should be happy that he confessed to me, and here I am
going through a debate! Stop it Ruqaiya. Jalal loves you and only you, and you
better get that..' she spoke to herself as her eyes returned to spot him- only
to notice him tucked nicely under the blanket, drifted away in the peaceful world
of sleep.
'Jalal..'
She whispered, her hands now daring to touch his face and caress his sharp
features. 'My Jalal...'
And the torturous Flashback
ends!
'Moti, Zakira..' Screamed the raging queen, not anger
actually but irritation. HER Shahenshah, who was so comfortable sharing
anything and everything for her, had to put up a mask of being okay', in front
of her?
'Jee Jodha Begum.. Moti bai has gone to the market to but
some scents (itr)' resonated Zakira's voice as she stepped in the chamber,
doing her respectful adaab'.
'Haan toh.. Zakira tidy up my bed please. I'm going for a
walk.' Her tone was fiery, intimidating.
'Jo hukm begum sahiba..' Said the humble servant as she
began making the bed.
Throwing a curt nod as a response, the queen walked out as
Zakira stood wondering. 'What happened to begum sahiba? She's miffed today..'
Royal
Gardens
Jalal had lost the track of time, wandering aimlessly in
the garden- his eyes blank, robbed of emotions. Thoughts were continuously
flashing through his mind. Ruqaiya's confession had left him dumbstruck; was
she really in love with him?
He knew what it feels when you aren't loved by whom you
crave to be. He had experienced that- when he had misunderstood Jodha. He
didn't want his best friend to experience the same agony, the same pain which
hollows you from inside before finishing your existence. He didn't want it to
happen- he couldn't let it happen.
Shahenshah..
Murmured Jodha, purely surprised. So while she was fretting and worrying
over her husband, he had been taking a walk amidst the nature? Is he alright? He doesn't look like that.. What's
worrying him so much? Her anger temporarily subsided seeing his condition.
His eyes, the same pair of brown eyes which had attracted Jodha so much, were
now completely blank and still, as still as a dead sea. The sight was worry
some indeed.
She didn't know the reason, but her anger returned as his
eyes met hers. So he wouldn't share the
reason even now.. Well Well, you are too stubborn Shahenshah. But I am no less
than you! Her eyebrows furrowed as her nose scrunched in anger.
'Adaab Jodha Begum,' His voice was calm too, as if
mimicking his eyes. But it was low. Lower than she had ever heard.
'Jee pranam.' Joining her hands in a respectful
namaste', she nodded faintly- her eyes still making an unsuccessful effort to
look in his eyes, to decipher the cause of his worry.
What's worrying you Shahenshah?
No.. Nothing Jodha begum. I have some meetings to attend. I'll take your
leave.
Her eyes didn't reply. She
was hurt, he didn't trust her even that much to share his problem with her?
Taking his leave, she proceeded to walk away from him- as he went away from
her.
'Jodha begum.' He called out
to her, surprising her again- this time, pleasantly.
'Jee?' She turned around,
only to find him the same- no emotions, Dead Sea.
'Your anklet. Its lying on
the ground.' Signalling with his eyes, he waited for her response.
'Oh.' The only word that left
her mouth. Why, he'd surprised her again! But not in a good sense.
Both didn't move an inch. He
waited- waited for her to say something more. She waited, for him to pick up
the anklet. Yes, she knew that if he would try to tie the anklet on her ankle
she would refuse immediately. But a tiny hope, just a tiny one, and she thought
that maybe he would.. Just like those old days.
Minutes passed. Both were
disappointed. It didn't matter much to Jalal, his mind was occupied with other
thoughts- thoughts of his best friend. Casting a final glance at her, he
strolled away, his destination unknown.
You're just so stubborn...She murmured, pure anger reflecting in her
words as she picked up the ankle and tied it around her ankle.
~~~
Evening had descended on the
royal palace. A figure could be seen sitting in the Angoori Bagh from the
balcony of His Highness's chamber.
She sighed. It had been hours
since the incident. And yet Jodha wasn't able to decipher the reason behind his
pain. It pained her to see him like that. For a second she'd thought she would
rather die than seeing her love like that.
Too many things were going on
in her mind. She knew she needed to clear it out. And the best therapy for it
is, fresh air! Yes, she knew that she couldn't go out at night without
Shahenshah's permission. But she was also aware that none could dare to stop
Mallika E Hindustan. Time to test her powers!
Getting up in a jiffy, the
anguished queen quickly walked her way to the main gate.
'Gustakhi Maaf, Mallika E
Hind. But we cannot allow you to go out, unless you have his permission or His
Highness is companying you.' Said Akram (Imaginary name :p), the security
officer of the palace.
'So you're stopping the
Mallika E Hindustan, in other words, officer?' Her eyes seemed to convey the
same message, with their tone same as of her words- authoritative.
'Pardon, Mallika. But we
cannot..'
'I am the representative of
Shahenshah. And you, cannot stop me.' A little smirk played on her lips, it
isn't very common for her to speak like that.
'As you say, Mallika.' He
stepped aside, defeated and embarrassed.
'And yes,' She turned back, a
understanding look on her face. I'll be back before your Shahenshah gets to
know about it.' She smiled, a genuine smile.
'Thank you, Mallika.' He bowed
low, paying obedience to her as she walked towards her horse.
~~~
Far from the Royal Palace
'So... there I am!' She
chirped, happiness evident. A little bout of fresh air can refresh one like
nothing else. No wonder then that the exhausted queen was on the verge of
swinging and dancing! She quickly tied her horse to the nearby tree. Yeah, his
thought hadn't escaped her mind, only that she had learnt that she should use
her energy on devising a plan to make him better rather than shedding tears
about his changed demeanour.
'What's that?' She thought, her jaw almost dropping to
ground having detected some movement in the nearby bushes. Wind, maybe.. But no. She looked up, and down. Side. No wind was
blowing- not even a faint breeze. Someone's
there? Fear seemed to spring in her nerves as the thought hit her. If
anything, she had a small dagger with her. But would that work against a
supposedly trained' enemy?
No Jodha. Get a grip on yourself! It can be.. Some animal. Or some other
thing.. It's not written somewhere that it's supposed to be an enemy!
'Is.. Is anyone there?' Her whisper was
barely heard, but a loud laughter echoed from the bushes. It was a man. An
enemy, maybe?
'Hey bhagwaan... Give me strength.' She mumbled again. Sure
enough, the mere thought of her Kanha was able to wipe out all traces of fear
from her body, replacing it with strength. Kanha..
Aaj humari pariksha hai... (Kanha, today is my test)
Slowly reaching out to take out the dagger
that had been, till now hugging her waist, she tried a few moves in her mind.
Surely, she hadn't forgotten a move. Confident that she was, she waited
patiently for her opponent to appear from his hiding.
Seconds passed. Yes, he appeared. And yes, he
was an enemy.
'Who are you?' She asked, her tone now
confident- all traces of fear removed.
'I thought that you Rajputs recognize your
death very fast.' He hissed, his brown eyes shining in the dark atmosphere.
'You are mistaken.'
'No. I am not..' A devil of a smirk surfaced
on his lips, his features now prominent as he stepped closer.
'Fight with weapon, not with words.'
'Confidence? I like that. But but,' he
stopped purposely, drinking in her attractive features. 'you don't carry a
sword.'
'But you do carry a dagger. Let's fight with
that, if you want to fight.' Her reply was curt and to the point, a quality of
hers which even he didn't fail to notice. And admire.
'Yes, of course.' His smirk only seemed to
grow wider.
She nodded, now pointing the dagger at him.
He imitated her. Daggers drawn.
She waited for her to strike. When he didn't,
she took the cue and brought down the dagger at him in a smooth arc.
'Impressive.' He thought, having survived her
blow by obstructing it.
Not bothering to reply, she just glanced at
her assassin, before bringing down another blow on him.
Having understood her trick as well as
identified her weakness, he attacked her from the left- the area seeming
vulnerable to him.
His dagger almost touched her heart, having
cut through her arm. Blood oozed out immediately from her wound. Not wasting
her time in tying the wound, she defended herself by slicing his left hand- the
hand he attacked from.
'Aah!' He hissed in pain. Quickly tearing a
part of his cloth, he tied it immediately to prevent further blood loss.
His eyes gleamed in revenge. You!' He
screamed, before raining on her a fatal blow.
'Uggh!' she cursed, immediately coming to her
defence.
'JODHA BEGUM!' Came a deep, manly voice
cutting through the deserted area.
Shahenshah!' she whispered, her attention quickly drawn to
him. He's here! A soft smile touched
her lips.
She had forgotten about the impending danger.
A mistake.
A devil smile appeared on his lips as he took
in her diverted attention. Quickly attacking her, he cut her cheek and
shoulder, before she could attack in retaliation.
'AAAH!' A shrill scream escaped her
mouth as she stabbed him hard in his chest. Revengeful, he raised his knife
high, before attempting to bury it in her body. Alas! He didn't know that his
enemy wasn't just ANY queen, but she was a ferocious warrior.
Jodha begum... shiver ran down his spine as his ears took
in her agonized scream. For the first time ever, he cursed his fate as he
pulled the reins of his stallion- time was of the essence.
Quickly meeting his blow with her strike of
an equal intensity, she attempted to attack him back. Dropping low, she waited
for him to attack. Sure enough, he did. Striking with an anger of an injured
lioness, she immediately attacked his abdomen.
'UGGGH!' His anger broke all his limits- he
receded. Taking his time to recover from the shock. He had, after years he'd
met someone of his level. A skilled warrior she was.
Tying another piece of cloth, he set his eyes
on his enemy- Jodha. No doubt that he had to praise her for her exceptional
skill in duel, he'd been hurt and would leave no stone unturned in reducing her
to ashes. Rapidly thrusting his knife in her abdomen, he pulled it out almost
instantly.
Without flinching in anguish, she went a few
steps back, her dagger now hidden behind her back. In a hope to confuse him as
in which hand she held the knife, she quickly shifted it between her left and
right hand. Continuing the shifting process as she circled him, she waited for
him to take a step.
He did. Stepping further, he pointed the
dagger at her, his eyes set ablaze. He was sure it was held in her right hand,
as her left hand was damaged by him. A misconception.
He stepped to her left, assuming he would
attack her from there. Thrusting her dagger through his heart, she waited
before yanking out the knife.
The paralyzed assassin fell back, shattered.
Defeated and defenceless. She stared at him as the helpless man fell on the
ground. He had lost the battle. But sure enough, he hadn't lost his will to
fight. Gathering some dust in his hand, he attempted to throw it in his eyes.
Yes, he knew he would be dead anyway. But he hoped to bring her down and cut
through her heart- just like she did. His motive would be fulfilled. He didn't
care for death if he dies on a mission.
Slicing the blade gently through his hand to
avoid the dust attack, she stepped back as an additional precaution. Minutes
later, he was still. Dead.
'JODHA BEGUM!!!!!!!!!!!' His scream was heard
again- this time, with more attentive and calm ears.
As he neared, he could make out a feminine
figure standing with a bloodied dagger- his Jodha, he knew that. His sharp
gazes shifted to another human-like figure that lay on the ground. Still and
motionless.
'Did she fight?' He thought, jumping off his stallion and
sprinting to his love.
'Jodha begum..are you.. are you alright?'
Reaching out to embrace his queen in a frenzied hug, he let his hands rest on
her back as he spoke in between gasps.
'Yes Shahenshah, I am alright. You need not
worry..' Her voice was low and calm- giving away no hints about the agony she
was in. Needless to say, she didn't respond to his tender embrace. While she
wasn't letting go of the golden opportunity to take in his cosy touch and warmth,
her anger hadn't wiped away- disappointment.
'What happened?' His tone was softer than
ever as he let go of her, his eyes boring into hers. It was then that his gazes
travelled on her persona- a disturbing sight. Her left cheek bore a long gash,
so did her both arms and left shoulder. While these cuts didn't seem to be
deep, a major slash in her abdomen proved to be a matter of worry for him.
'I am so sorry... I should have tightened the
security and never let you go..' His eyes seemed to dissolve in tear as he
spoke.
Furrowing her brows at his comment, she just
held his endearing face in her left hand as she thought of a reply. 'No
shahenshah. These are just minor injuries. I can still ride my horse and run
and do all that I do!' A wide smile adorned her lips.
'Yes Jodha.' His reply was eerily calm, his
eyes steely. 'You can ride your horse and run and do all that you do in you
dreams. Because I am not allowing you to come out of your bed for at least 1
week.'
'What!' She retorted, horrified. 'No. This is
wrong. No.. Shahenshah' But too late, he had already started walking up to his
horse and was expecting her to follow him.
'No, I'll go on MY horse.' She murmured as
her nose scrunched in anger.
Refusing his intended request to go back to
the palace on his horse with him, she attempted to mount her horse, miserably
failing to do so- credit goes to her abdomen injury.
'Argh..' she cursed, making another
unsuccessful attempt.
'Jodha begum,' His horse galloped as he rode
towards her. 'Come, two people can ride on this horse.'
'No shahenshah.. I can ride my horse. And
yes, I am perfectly healthy to ride one.' Her eyes seemed to blaze in fury as
she made another try, successful this time.
'Why are you so stubborn?' he asked, a smirk
of dismay on his face.
'I am NOT. But someone else is.' Counter
attacking, she met his eyes- his steely and her lit in fury.
'Jodha begum you're just..'
Tch tch, She had already rode away by the
time he started. Ya Khuda.. My angry wife
sometimes becomes impossible to deal with! A faint smirk surfaced on his
lips, as he tried to keep up with her ever increasing pace.
I know what he's thinking right now.. that I am impossible to deal with!
And he, as if he is soo simple.. He too is complicated like an onion! Her eyes
glared at him in mild rage as he responded by his usual answer- I know that smirk.
Understanding only one way to break this
glare a thon, she pulled her reins as the steed galloped, leaving him
surprised. 'Lagta hai aap sharma gayi..' (Looks like you are being shy..) He mused, erupting into giggles.
Racing up to match her speed, he decided to
fuel this fire a little more. 'Jodha begum, I was thinking that I've never met
someone as stubborn, strong headed, short tempered girl as you.'
'Princess!' She hissed, anger spitting out.
'Queen..' he corrected, before continuing.. 'Haan hum keh rahe the (I was saying) that you are the most stubborn, strong
headed and short tempered QUEEN I've met.' A teasing smirk played on his lips.
'Oh..' Her tone remained the same, only more
fire coming out. 'So why are you with me Shahenshah? Why don't you divorce me
and live your 'happily ever after' life..'
Accha?' His chuckles intensified, his eyes
keen on observing her. And just then, an important fact hit him.
'Jodha begum, get off the horse, now!' His
words spoke of concern and worry.
'Shahenshah we are near the palace now. I
guess I can ride my horse till we reach..' Surprised, she was.
'Its not about the horse Jodha begum!' He
retorted, now his eyes beginning to widen. 'It's about YOU.'
Me? Did I hurt him... Were my words too harsh? Does he want to punish me
or what?
Knowing that he wasn't in a mood to argue, she meekly obeyed by jumping
on the ground. Result, a quiet scream of pain.
Glancing over his shoulder, he could tell
that the 20 soldiers he had with him were way behind. 'Give me your dupatta.'
WHAT! What is he thinking? Does he?? Swiftly observing her
surroundings, she observed that the area they were in was deserted.
'Shahenshah what are you..' Her eyes were
widen, colour drained off her face.
'Give me your dupatta.' He reaffirmed, this
time with more authority.
Having left with no other option, he grabbed
her dupatta, tearing pieces of it and tying it on her arms and abdomen. 'I'm sorry.. It didn't struck me at that
time..' His eyes were down casted, speaking in itself.
So he just wanted to stop my bleeding.. And I was thinking all wrong
things.. Jodha! He cares about you and you...! Tch Tch Jodha! She mentally chided herself for her not so
innocent thinking, before asking him- her tone soft and gentle. 'Shall we go
now?' She smiled at him with love. Bad luck, her smile was short lived as her
left cheek began to hurt. 'Ouch!' A small curse escaped her lips.
'Now what to do about your
this cut?' He quizzed, his gaze fixed on the gash adorning her left cheek.
'It's okay. We're almost
there anyway!'
'Come, lets go..'
'But I'll go on my horse!'
She stated, reluctant to let go of her stand that she is okay'.
'I expected the same from
you...' Casting one final glance at her, he mounted his horse and rode towards
the palace, slow enough to allow her to keep up.
And so they rode in silence
till the rest of the journey with Jodha constantly increasing her speed- a sure
sign that she was annoyed.
Having reached the palace,
Jodha slowed down, allowing Jalal to go ahead. Whatever happened, she knew it
would be against his pride if she enters first in the palace.
Jalal smiled at her antics.
Even after all their fights, she still cared for his prestige. 'My adorable queen..' He whispered,
before his stallion set his hooves in the palace.
~~~
'Jalal, Jodha!' A worried
Hamida exclaimed as the royal couple dismounted their horses, soldiers taking
them to the stable.
'We are alright Ammijaan..'
Assuring her mother with an apology look on her face, Jodha's eyes searched the
ambience.
'Alright?' She asked,
horrified. 'Can't you see the cut on your face? Looks like you've been in a
battle!' Her eyes conveyed immense fear and a deeply troubled look.
'Suno.' Jalal called out to a
bandhi as she walked towards him. 'Take Jodha begum to the hakim. I'll be right
there.'
Jodha sought to protest, but
stayed quiet- much because of his authoritative aura and voice.
Hamida nodded as Jodha bid
adieu to her, wishing her a good night.
'And yes, Jodha begum,' his
voice was heard once again. 'I would like to meet you once the check up is
done.'
'But Shahenshah..' she
protested, well knowing where it all was going.
'In my chambers, is that
okay?'
She meekly nodded, evidently
displeased. Putting her hands in a respectful 'namaste' she took their leave
and went to her chamber, where hakim sahiba was waiting for her.
~~~
Jalal's Chamber
'Pranam Shahenshah. So what
was the reason for calling me here?' Straight to the point, as usual. Her
disturbing persona wasn't a pleasing sight to his eyes. Her left cheek was
painted in some greenish paste, bandages tied around several wounds on her
body.
'What did the hakima say,
Jodha?' He didn't add her title begum', which happens only when either he is
deeply happy or anguished. What she couldn't fathom was, what was the cause of
his anguish?
'You didn't call me to ask
that, right?' With his current behaviour, she wouldn't be surprised if the
answer to her latest query would be a yes'.
'That doesn't answer my
question. What did the hakima say?'
'She exaggerated.' She blurted
out before her words could be minced. He lifted his eyes to peer into hers,
making her shiver. 'I.. I mean. She said it would take 2-3 weeks for these
wounds to heal completely. I know I'll be hale and healthy in a day. I AM hale
and healthy right now, too.' Her eyebrows were slightly raised, her nose held
high up in air, a cute pout resting on her lips- all a sign of a reluctant
Jodha.
'You're not going out of the
palace until 3 weeks.' He announced, his eyes seemingly conveying the same
message.
'What? No. I mean she just
said that as a doctor. I know myself. I have an amazing healing power. You..
You see.. no one would be able to tell that.. that I had got these minor cuts
tomorrow..' Her slight hesitancy was expected, he was damn serious- something
new to her.
'I didn't ask, I announced
it, Jodha.'
'You... You can't.. I'll not be
happy under these confines...' Her eyebrows knotted further, unwilling to give
up.
'Confines?' He replied,
supposedly amused'. 'Jodha you'll catch infection if you step out. Isn't this
thing clear to you? You yourself are learned in these things right?'
Surprisingly, no retort was
heard from her side this time. He'd cleverly shut her up, his arguments being
something she didn't have an answer to.
She narrowed her eyes, well
knowing that she wouldn't be able to say 'no' if she looked in his eyes. So
there she stood, her eyes doing a job of admiring the marble floor and the rug
carpet.
'Hey.' He reached out to her,
holding her face, still careful of her injury. 'I know you don't like this
Jodha. But if you'll go out then you'll take longer to heal. And that means a
longer period of bed stay'. Would you be happy then?' His voice was soft,
assuring.
She shook her head in a no'
as he stood amused by the swaying of her 'jhumkas'.
'Then why this stubbornness
Jodha?'
She lifted her eyes, boring
into his. 'I'm not the only one who's stubborn, Shahenshah.'
'But you are the only
stubborn person who matters to me.' He let his fingers run through her right
cheek lovingly, well informed how much she loved it.
'You don't matter for
yourself?' Her undisguised reply hit him hard, bringing back the painful
memories of the day before.
'What.. are you saying Jodha?'
Pretending to be unknown, he quizzed, his eyes now losing the guts to look in
hers.
'You don't trust me right?'
'where did this come from Jodha?
You're changing the topic.'
'YOU are changing the topic
Shahenshah. You don't trust me enough to share your problems with me. You don't
trust me enough to believe that maybe sharing will lighten your heart. YOU just
want to go around carrying this burden with you forever!' A lone tear betrayed
her eyes as he slid down her cheek.
'Jodha you are..'
'NO! I am not mistaken.
Forgive me for my indecency but this is the truth. You think that I'll be
better off not knowing what is causing you pain. Have you ever thought how much
it is paining ME to see my charming, lively, teasing Shahenshah so gloomy and lost,
with his eerily still and calm and DEAD! No pain can be bigger than knowing
that my husband is in pain and yet I can't help him. NO PAIN CAN BE BIGGER THAN
THIS!'
THE END😆So there's a fight now..😲 an assassin too!😲😲😲 some conspiracy is going on, who's behind this? Well yeah it was the longest ever I've written for any story...5122 words can you imagine!😲😲😳 Pardon errors as it isn't proof readed.. sorry!😳
So yeah, juta chappal welcome..😆
and yes pms to be sent later as I'm going to sleep.. it's 1:00 here.. I have my school on Monday!🥱🥱
Have fun!😳
Love,❤️
Anu!
Credits-
The fight sequence was inspired by the Shiva Trilogy by Amish Tripathi.. It really did make for an amazing read, please give it a try!
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