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Chapter 11
The Dream come True..
PRESENT PALACE OF AMER
The mournings leapt high up in the sky, the vultures hovered hungrily over the dead bodies as the mass funeral occurred in Agra. The cries reached high up in the sky even challenging the heat of the sun but what burned inside him was clearly evident from his bloodshot eyes dirtied by pain and bags swollen. Standing with the help of his bodyguards, with hurting ribs, his heart cried .One night ago everything was just PERFECT but now whatever was left was the haunting silence and grievous lament. Jalaal stood devastated, cheated and betrayed not only by fate but also by his closest ones whom he loved more than himself. He killed them with his own hands. From a faraway distance she watched him broken and cried in misery too. In her heart lay a huge guilt for unknowingly being the root cause of all this...Adham's words kept haunting her back and the moments threatened to take away her sanity. The kingdom of Agra couldn't be more shocked and sunk in wild lament. The king was gone along with the traitors, the future of Agra still alive but broken and fragile like a dry leaf struggling to flourish in the desert storm.
Relatives and well-wishers thronged the palace and Husna and Shareefuddin ,her husband too came for support. Though in the company of hundreds of people Jalaal was mostly confined to bed as the physical wounds had made him weak. Shareefuddin took over the responsibilities of the kingdom to support and Husna would hold Jodha when she was clueless about anything.
Though Amer was in a state of shock and gloom too, but the silent pride and content for the miserable plight of their attackers was pretty much evident clearly on their faces. Though learned to accept fate but the divine justice delayed but not denied infused a new sense of calm in their deprived hearts and provided the much needed healing touch.
Days passed in agony and lament. Jodha quickly and strongly took over some of the proceedings of the state while helping Shareffuddin who was a wonderful person .Her days had been terribly busy, nights went in the service of the prince. There was again a strange silence between them .Jalaal could not speak anymore. Tired, broken and under the effect of medicines, his state was vulnerable and completely detached from reality. At nights Jodha would wake up to his ear piercing screams, the balls of opium did calm his physical pain, the wild lament of the heart always found its outburst through his screams. Jodha would rush to him change damp cloths to keep away the high running fever, but his condition grew from bad to worse. In days he would refuse to eat or sleep, never speaking up looking at the void .Even if Jodha tried to speak to him, he would just walk away not answering her. As if nothing in this world could have ever existed for him. His own world of pain kept him occupied.
The wounds on the body healed slowly but his heart drenched and kept on sinking in lament and loneliness. Days slipped and he somehow resumed duties half-heartedly but remained silent most of the time. Nights Jodha would wait for him, but he would never turn up. At first she left him alone giving him time but slowly his absence grew more and more profound ,shocked she was one night ,when after deciding to look for him she found him dead drunk lying in his study .Now he found solace in alcohol. The prince who never even found any pleasure in drinks became a sponge bit by bit, slowly and steadily. Jodha was horrified but could not summon up enough courage to hold him. Her guilt of completely ruining a family made her shrink back to her nutshell. Hands would extend to stop him but would be withdrawn back in reluctance; she would cry looking at his plight but could not be the first one to take a step. Words failed her when she wanted to console. What words she could have conjured up to provide solace to a soul who lost his everything within a matter of few hours.
It was the same night as others. Jodha tossed in her bed alone, her heart torn apart analyzing the sequence of events .If she could only turn back the tides of time and save him from all that pain, the prince was now all that she could focus upon. As if all other things did cease to exist, Jalaal was her cause of worry every single breath she took. Her heart cried with him, choked with his pain. She felt as if she had been connected to him somehow. Even if he sighed, she choked with tears.
The room was dark as even the lights of the candles could not take away the gloom that had sunk in their lives. Through the jharokha she saw the dark night. No sight of the moon as the new moon night was shrouded with even darker clouds, the dust storm emerging from the womb of faraway deserts made the winds blow harder. The dark curtains swung with the wafts of the breeze, tears trickled down from the corner of her eyes remembering the letters andJalaal. Suddenly the door opened and she instantly recognized the footsteps, a wave of unknown joy swept her as she sprung up from her bed and reached for the door.
"Kahan they aap..." She said with tears in her eyes.
A moment of silence followed as she looked at him ,unable to stand on his feet ,his head bobbing from side to side ,the stench of alcohol reached her and she lost it totally bursting out in tears and yelling , "Apne phir pi rakhi...hai...Ho kya gaya hai. Apko..."
He tried to move a few steps forward and was about to topple on the bed when Jodha held him in his arms, "Sambhlakar..."
"Yehi toh main apse puchna chahta hun apko kya ho gaya hai...aap humein dekhkar bhi andekha kar rahi hai...",Jalaalmumbled his vision blurry with the intoxication and a thick film of tears which rolled down his cheeks when he blinked his dirty lashes.
"Aisi baat nahi hai... aap...", Jodha made him sit on the bed and wiped those tears with the corner of her dupatta.
Suddenly she saw him slopping near her feet and indulging in a soul churning wailing as he screamed touching her feet, "Humse bahut bada gunaah ho gaya J odha. Humein muaaf kar dijiye...sirf humari nadaani ki wajaha se itna sab kuch ...Kash humne ek baar apne dil ki baat sunkar us din apki riyasat par hamla na kiya hota...kaash apke walid se puri baat pehle saaf kar li ho0ti...kaash...Jodha hum kusoorwar hain...humari wajah se sab marey gaye. Sab Abbajaan, bhabhi yahan tak ki apke walid bhi..sab kuch humari wajah se hua hai..humein muaaf kar dijiye. Hum...hum bilkul akele reh gaye hain...bikul akele...sab ki humari wajah se...",He choked upon his own words lamenting like a madman ,rolling on the bed ,crying bitterly.Jodha's tears wouldn't stop as she cried with him lamenting every moment of pain and betrayal they both endured.
She held his hand , "Ismein apki koi galti nahi hai yeh to bhagya ka dosh hai...aap...",Jodha could not find the right words ,she tightly held his hand and cried bitterly.
"Nahi sara kasoor humara hain..Hum hi...humari hi galti ki wajah se humein sab chhod gaye..pehle humari Ammijaan ,phir Abba aur sab koi bhi...aur ab sirf aap reh gayi hai...Kahin aap bhi...Toh...AAp bhi toh humein akele...Rajkumari...Jodha Aap bhi humein akele...",He could not speak any further and his voice choked and he burst into uncontrollable tears ,the fear of losing her made him shiver.
"Hum apko chhodkar kahin nahi Jayenge Jalaal ...kabhi nahi...aap janey ko kahenge na tab bhi nahi...kabhi nahi..kabhi bhi nahi...",,Jodha never understood what she said or did but as if by instinct she hugged him tightly ,crushing his whole being ,pulling him towards her .It was the need to hour ,to hold each ,to cry with each other and to be with each other. She said nothing as he hugged her but in sheer anxiety she kissed him crying wildly holding him near her bosom , telling him she will always be there. As if orchestrated one thing led to another, no one could breathe ,no one could think ,the feeling of being with each other was the need of the hour and both of them never realized what they were up to, Jodha held him close ,without any word ,demands or requests ,she just lay her mind ,body and soul bare leading his hands towards her ,leading him to touch her and feel close to her ,to assure him that she was there. Her mind could not register anything ,the advances of dead drunk man and the clumsiness of her partially paralyzed brain. Two incomplete souls frisked each other ,kissed each other ,held each other and tried to find solace in the moment of emotional upheaval. The wind blew harder and both of them just lost count of time ,without any thoughts ,without any prejudice.
Jodha lied bare ,unclothed and with wide open eyes, fluttering her lashes every now and then gasping hard trying to sink in whatever happened .The ear deafening snores of Jalaal slapped her ears and his warm breath bathed her already sensitive skin near her bosom. She lied bewildered and confused unable to register whatever happened in the heat of the moment. The moment which swept her off her feet ,the moment which came like a storm and ended even before she could feel anything. It wasn't even beautiful , in fact painful and utterly clumsy .An unknown smirk and grin escaped her lips as she wondered .Was this the most valuable feeling that ever a woman has ?Was this the feeling which had made the prince mad all these years. She giggled as she looked at Jalaal who slept like a baby unaware of whatever he had done.
She nodded her head and got up in haste and embarrassment .Her tender lips had been taken savagely ,her whole being frisked clumsily, her hair almost trapped and pulled in sheer desperation .She wanted to hide somewhere in embarrassment after all this. She slowly slipped into her clothes, managing her disheveled appearance and kept on wondering why she did this , Jalaal could barely even keep his eyes open ,but like a child she held him ,leading his hands to grope her to make her his own. It was the desperate need of the hour to tell him that she belonged to him .Was she really only his ?So many unanswered questions stormed her mind .She could not help but smile and grin .A strange bout of ecstasy ,gave her chills ,the cheeks burned in embarrassment ,coloured and flushed like a wild rose .In anxiety she rushed for her diary and scattered the pages and dipped the feather in ink, she wanted to write ,write about how unsure she was of whatever happened ,how her mind still reeled in a strange giddiness. But she could her hands shivered in confusion and bewilderment . She could hear nothing but his moans, she could smell nothing but his sweet breath ,her skin tingled with the soft sensation of his lips and she could feel him with her. The thread goose bumps gave her a chill and her feet grew colder as the feather slipped from her hands and in embarrassment she threw it away ,as she heard him mutter her name in his sleep, "Jodha"
His voice gave her unknown thrills and sweet pleasure, which she missed when she had held him. Ever since she was a teenager she had heard juicy snippets of gossip from her married cousins about the wonderful moment which had sent them into throes of ecstasy but she found it funny ,the whole idea of the beautiful moment was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. A strange sense of belongingness, a strange sense of possessiveness grew inside her .She looked outside the window ,the moon was no where and it was to her shock ,that she did not feel guilty at all neither did she think about Suryabhan even once ,nor did she feel disgusted ,in fact she felt re-born again. As if she was born to be Jalaal's wife forever.A churning movement occurred in her stomach as she saw Jalaal curled up like a ball .It was inevitable for her to resist the pull as she saw his face, she rushed towards him and gently dressed him too ,in his sleep trying hard to soothe her anxiety and bizarre behavior .
She cupped his face and gently combed his hair and placed a tiny peck on his lips and curled up with strange awkwardness. Wiping out the tiny beads of sweat from his face with her soft silken chunar ,she lied beside him and kept on staring at his face . He suddenly put his arms around her , brushing her bare waist and her feet grew colder. That night she could not sleep any more,she just kept on staring at him with strange mixed feelings until the rays of the sun streamed across the room.There were tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.She could not decide what she wanted whether she wanted to cry or be happy.The emotions choked her and in sheer bliss she kissed his forehead wiping off the tears in her eyes.
She washed her Krishna temple with her own hands ,the maids looked curious as her drenched body wiped the brass lamps and utensils ,plucking each rose petal with her hands walking along the garden ,she filled the basket .The early dawn brought with itself a new day and a new beginning in her life. She knew not what changed her or what she wanted but her heart was brimming with utmost joy and happiness. She had cooked the bhog with her own hands, kheer ,puri and laddoos and makhan mishri. She mixed the chandan with her own hands ,lighted the incense sticks and oiled the lamp too .She giggled and smiled like a fool while she drew intricate patterns with coloured dust decorating the steps of the temple with rangoli.
She was dressed in her finest ,the dazzling red lehenga ,her ornaments, the bright red sindoor sparkling under the rays of the golden sun streaming in from the filigreed lattice work, her mangalsutra touching her bosom ,which again made her feel him near her. She looked at her Kanha ji and folded her hands in prayer and whispered, "kya hum Unse prem karne lagein hain...?",She looked curious but smiled and whispered again , "Pata nahi...par hum itna jantey hain ki yedi is sansaar mein koi hai jo humey sabse jyada pyaar karte hain to who humarey pati k atirikta koi ho hi nahi sakta...haan Kanha ji...Hum jantey hain ki unhe yedi hum apna pura jivan bhi de de toh shayad unke prem k agey kam hi hoga...Hum nahi jantey kya sahi kya galat hai Kanha ji bas hum itna jantey hain ki apne bhale hi sanjog se hi sahi yeh anmol rishta humein diya hai...hum ise khona nahi chahtey ,hum bas ab is naye jivan k sahare agey badhana chahatey hain...Us khushi ka anubhav karna chahatey hain jo pichle kuch hi ghanton mein humein hui hai..Hum nahi jantey ki aisa kya hai jo hum unki ore khinche chale jatey hain...Shayad thoda thoda samajhne lage hain Kanha ji...Bas humein ashirwaad dijiye ki is naye jivan mein hum unko wo har khushi de sakein jinke wo haqdar hain..."
When he woke up ,it was well past dawn , the warm breeze from the open curtains bathed his body and he got up in haste rubbing his eyes.The room was his and the bed too was. Jodha was nowhere. A sharp shooting pain made him reach out for his head which spun with unimaginable nausea . Strange visions haunted him ,he could remember nothing but some faint visions . He smiled with a strange feeling of contentment and nodded his head .Maybe he saw another dream ,he smiled .It was almost 2 months' time since the doom's day ,so maybe he was getting back to normal ,he argued . He remembered crying and hugging Jodha. A faint smile of contentment escaped his lips and he now wanted to speak to her ,to say sorry for all his drowning in alcohol. He could not understand why ,but a strange peace was there in his heart. It was as if ,all the pain and all the anguish vanished miraculously .
He got up ,yawned and extended his hands lazily and his feet walked to wards the jharonkha to soak in the fresh air.He felt light as a feather as the golden sun cast its warmth in his heart and mind. His trail of thoughts came to an abrupt end when a Moti Bai entered and placed the neem twigs in front of him for brushing and said in a soft humble tone, "Rajkumari ji ne sandesha bhijwaya hain ki wo mandir mein hain..apke snana samapt hone tak laut ayengi...",she cleaned the room with the help of other servants and walked away.
Jalaal chewed the twig and smiled trying to pull and gather his shattered pieces back .Life had to move on and moreover he had responsibilities now. He desperately waited for Jodha to come back as he now wanted to bury the past and move forward again. Though the pain was still fresh but all the crying last night made him feel lighter. The faint visions of his assumed dream where she held him gave him strength .
He would tread on the path of remorse , mend his mistakes and apologize to the people of Amer.So many new plans and projects swept his mind. A renewed sense of vigor gripped him .He washed his face ,had a warm bath and came out sat for offering his namaz.When he was done ,he Walked towards the jharonkha ,soaking himself in the rays of the sun ,he stood there for quite some time.He could not remember anything properly from last night but only Jodha's hug which made him suddenly come out from his bout of two month long depression.He was about to move away when suddenly a gust of wind entered the room and the heap of papers kept on the jhanrokha fluttered all over the room. He ran and gathered them one by one ,curious ,his eyes scanned one of them. Everything came to a halt ,his body froze and his eyes too...
"Aaaj achanak jab uske hathon mein haath rakha toh mano aiisa laga ki sari kaynat mujhse keh rahi ho ki yeh wohi hai ,haan wohi jiska mujhe humesha se intezaar tha...Suryabhan humare sapno ka Rajkumar..."
The leaflet fell from his hands ,red threads of fury eyes froze and he fell on his knees like a climber uprooted from its support.
Chapter 12
The Chronicles...
Present-Palace of Amer
" Hum bhi na ajeeb hi hain...bas wohi karte hain jo kabhi nahi karna chahiye...Jane kaise aaj yun hi upvan mein ghumtein hue yun hi bhatak gaye...par gar hum yun na bhatakte aur daldal mein na gir jatein toh un hathon ko kaise pakadatein jinpar haath rakhkar yun laga ki bas humein apni manzil mil gayi...Un ankhon mein apne pratibimba ko kaise dekhtein jin ankhon mein hum aur bhi sundar nazar aa rahe the...Suryabhan Kya khoob naam bataya..Humare is registaan mein paani ki phuhaar k jaise hi to aya woh...Andhi ki tarah Unth par baitha hua..aur na jane ret ke ke dhuen ki taraha ud gaya...Kaash un ankhon ko dobara dekh patein hum..."
Jalaal scanned the pages ,his heart shattered to pieces .Senses numbed and his breath left pace with his heartbeat. His voice choked and cracked ,he felt stabbed .Anger ,sadness and multitudes of emotions throttled him.
She extended her arms in the garden on the marble border of the fountain, her hair fanned wildly beneath the shade of the imli tree,Jodha was ecstatic and embarrassed as she ruffled the necks of Meera and Govind, "Pata hai Meera ,Hum humesha waisa hi kuch karte hain jo humein nahi karna chahiye...Dekhiye na...Hume in humarey pati k paas jakar unke galein lag jana chahiye..Lekin humein sharm aa rahi hain...Aaap toh janti hain na...",Her face colored several hues darker even putting a rose to suffer from pangs of envy , "Kal raat k baad ...he he he..",She giggled and curled her tresses with her fingers ,"Jayiye hum nahi jayenge..hum kaise unki ankhon mein ankhein dalenge...",She covered her face with her palms .
"Vijyagadh ki banjaron ki kaum... Kya Suryabhan ko humarein shatruon k yahan ke sardar ka beta hi hona tha...Vijaygadh,jahan har Putra paida hote hi humarein yeh Saugandh leta hai ki Amer se kabhi koi rishta nahi rakhenge...Aisa kyun hota hain ..ki hum jo chahtein hain humein nahi milta Na jane aisa kya hai Usmein , Hum apne aap ko kyun nahi rok pa rahe hain..Hum Suryabhan k bina nahi reh sakte...Aaj jab yun usne humse kaha ki wo humse prem karte hai..na jane kyun aisa laga ki sab kuch chhodkar uske saath chal de..Par jaisa hum chahte hain waisa toh ho nahi sakta humesha na..."
The pages fell from his hands ,they shivered and he felt as if someone had locked him under heaps of guilt ,;anger gave way to betrayal and the tears did not stop...The wind blew harder ,the pages scattered all over the place.
She plucked a sour mangoes and relished it happily and continued to pluck flowers to make a bouquet out of it ,she was happy her life felt easier ,her heart swelled with pride as she recalled her wedding vows, "Pata hai Meera...Jalaal ko phool bahut pasand hain,hum unke liye Phool le jayenge...Pata hai kal jab unhone humse door jane ki baat ki toh humein laga..Humein laga jaisa humse humari zindagi dur ho jayegi..Aisa kyun hota hai. Ki jo hum nahi chahte hain waisa hota hai humare saath phir jo hota hai. Wo baad mein lagata hai ki ache k liye hi hua hain na...Bhale hi humara vivah kisi bhi paristithiyon mein hua..par na jane kyun aaj yun lagta hai ,ki shayad yehi humara bhagya tha..aur acha hi hai na...Bhagya humein humesha khusshi ki ore hi le jata hain hain na...",Jodha smiled happily as she knitted the flowers together with a fine needle weaving a beautiful garland, "Jo varmala humne yun hi unke gale mein daal di thi ,aaj uske mayne samajh mein aye hain...Aaaj ye unke gale mein daal kar hum sach mein unhe apana pati sweekar karna chahte hain...Kya unhe acha lagega Meera...Huh...",She pouted her lips and put a peck on the beak of Meera.
He wept like a lost child ,Jalaal's head reeled recalling all her hatred and tears. He had been the cause of all her pain, she had loved someone else all these years , she yearned all these years .He looked at the fluttered pages in shock and picked up another page.
"Suryabhan Kya hua tumne humse vada le liya Ki tum sabko manakar humein lene aoge..Kya hua agar tumne humein bina kisi samachar ,bina kisi pate k humein apana intezaar karne ko kaha. Kya hua jo tum apne logon k saath kahin dur chale gayein..Banjarein jo thehre...Dur chale gaye. Bina kisi sandesh k ki humein lene kab aoge...Par hum intezaar karenge tumhara...Hum bas Yun hi intezaar karenge...Bhale hi tum nahi ho humarein paas Par yeh Meera aur Govind toh hain na...Tumhari Nishani. Inhe hum sambhal kar rakhenge. Jab tak tum wapas nahi atey...Har ek din bas hum rah taktein hain tumhari..Humein kab lene aoge..."
Jalaal slopped on the floor,the pain reached his eyes and his heart. In desperation he rent out a shrill cry and hopelessly groped unable to read further ,in anxiety he grabbed another Page and kept on reading with bated breath.
"Dekhiye yeh acha hai na..",The weaved garland was ready ,the juhi flowers woven beautifully ,she twisted on small garland and crowned her long tresses with juhi linings and nodded her head , "Pata hai Meera Unhe yeh juhi k phoolon ki khushboo bahut pasand hai...errr",she bit her tongue , "Wo itra toh hum lagana hi bhul gaye humare liye kitne pyaar se laye the woh...bas ab in phoolon ki tarah humein unka ghar bhi yun hi mehkana hai...",Jodha ran towards the fountain running past galleries carrying the garland in her hands.
"Yeh phool bhi katein lag rahe hain humein ,Suryabhan ,dekho Humarein saath kya ho gaya ..is vivah se humara dum ghutta hai...manzoor nahi hain humein us Jalaal ki patni banna phir bhi humne yeh balidaan diya apne parivar ,apne rajya k liye..Nafrat hai humein unse..Suryabhan har pal ghutan mehsoos hoti hain aaj humarey vivah ko teen varsh ho gaye...kahan ho tum...kahan..."
Jalaal could not read any further. The tears just wouldn't stop .He felt as if everything around him came crumbling to pieces. The visions of his marriage blinded him , his heart felt as if set on a funeral pyre. It pricked in his heart; the thorns .In desperation he kept on weeping bitterly for a few minutes .There was silence in his heart and anguish in his mind. Silence ensued -screaming and haunting as he gathered the pages , unable to find courage to read any further ,he kept them in their place ,in a similar manner .Like a zombie he walked back to his bed and fell on it lifeless ,his head throbbing in unimaginable pain, his senses paralyzed and his heart bleeding.He fough with emotions to slit her throat for betraying him but how could he kill the woman of his dreams ,the one whom he loved so dearly.
He was lost in her thoughts when he heard the tinkle of her anklets .She entered the room in excitement and a smile escaped through her lips as she saw Jalaal still sleeping .She had hidden the varmala behind her back ,and her toes curled as she slowly walked close to him. He lied there motionless ,she placed the mala in a chest and walked near to him and leaned on his face .Blushing furiously ,she sat near him and kept on staring at him without even blinking her eyes.
She opened her eyes to the sound of footsteps and clattering .She woke up with a jolt ,it was very early morning. She had slept the whole day ?She parted her mouth in horror and stared at the empty bed beside her, the sheets lay rolled messily near her and she saw the prince almost ready with his turban and putting up his sword and packing his things.
"Aaap kahin ja rahe hain ...",She ran in anxiety towards him still confused unable to meet his eyes.
He saw her confused face ,her reflection in the mirror .He felt horrible at her pretense of being a good wife. He wanted to run away and scream loudly. All these years he had spent loving a woman ,who never loved him ,who waited for someone else, and the worst feeling ever ,he had forcibly snatched her happiness from her. Jalaal tried to put up a fake smile and muttered ,"Haan aapko yaad hai Sabhi riyasaton k rajkumar ki ghoshti hai sabhi ayenge Shikar par ja rahein hain...Do ek din mein wapas ayenge..."
"Hum bhi challenge. Hum akele yahan kya karenge...",Jodha said anxiously ,her brows creased in worry ,staying away from Jalaal made her mad with anger.
Jalaal turned around staring at her with shock ,her anxiety made him feel miserable,How much he wanted to hug her and tell her to love him ,ask her to love him truly and not merely pretend to be his wife .He wanted to ask her angrily how dare she love someone else ,how dare she wait for someone else ,but the injustice he had met her indirectly made him loathe himself ,he could not look in her eyes and turned his face away quickly packing his arrows and blurted, "aap nahi ja sakti wahan..."
"Hum kuch nahi jantey hum kuch bhi nahi jantey..hum bhi jayenge ..warna warna...",Jodha rolled her fingers in anxiety endlessly in her fingers .
Jalaal looked at her confused. His heart conjured up an instant excuse that she might have been scared to be alone after all that bloodshed. He tried to pursue her once more, " aap ghabrayiye mat kijiye yahan Husna hain apka khayal rakhne k liye ..."
Humein nahi rehna yahan hum nahi jantey bas hum jayenge aap k saath aur bhi rajkumar apni patniyon ko lekar atey hain. Hum unke saath batein kar lenge..apko bikul bhi pareshaan nahi karenge sach...",She nodded her head innocently.
"Theek hai...",Jalaal muttered in resignation ,his mind too tired to think anything .The shock of those letters being so violent .He had spent all his energy thinking like crazy .What was he supposed to do ?What was he supposed to say to her ?What was he to expect from a woman who never loved him. His only cherished dream shattered and broken mercilessly. Jalaal sighed as he saw her running towards the bath excitedly.
Bizarre creations -collab shop with Geeshu and Neilu
Wow Piu! I am too shocked to express myself. Where do I begin?! White marble stained with pools of blood, motionless bodies lying everywhere and relationships broken and some saved.
First of all apologies again for my late response .Aww Thanks so much Dear Virgo!! 🤗Yes this chapter indeed had a shock value for sure and why you will know in the subsequent chapters.Sometimes LOVE IS A SLOW JOURNEY however the REALISATION OF LOVE and companionship does indeed needs triggers and at times of emotional Vulnerability people tend to come closer.If you remember Their wedding How Jalaal transformed from a boy into a man when he took the vows..It was a moment for him to stand by her side.Similarly now its' Jodha's turn.FOR THE FIRST TIME ,IT WILL LEAD HER TO FOCUS ON HIM ,HIS LOSS ,HIS PAIN.she indeed needed a stimulus to shun her boundaries and reach up to him.
I was horrified for Jodha and I never would have imagined that Anjuman would have a change of heart! You killed everyone in one chapter and revealed the truth as well: Maham Anga, Bairam Khan and Adam! Although, I did not expect for Humayun to die so fast! This would be a Jodha Akbar fan's wildest fantasy come true! Based on the last update I was mind boggled thinking how will the plot go further and will this story come to an end?. . . and then BAMN!. . . you blew me away with this. I feel happy to know that you have a lot of points to work with and this story will have many more chapters to come. Summer holidays are coming to an end this week will try as much as I can to keep upto date with your stories! I need to start keeping track of the last chapters I have read. Keep up the awesome writing!~Virgo
Originally posted by: -Yaariyan-
nice FF :)
Originally posted by: luv2wtch
Just read all the chapters...luved it..its so well written.👏👏
Originally posted by: daisydee425
saab ko maar diya eek saath
Originally posted by: SilverFairy
Will Read The Chapters Later Piyu.
Originally posted by: SanaJasmine
well written update...missed some chapters in this ff...will read and comment soon...
Ishaani
