I want justice!' Rukayya screamed as Jalal watched his wife with a lost, pained expression on his face.
His happiness had lasted a day; he would have given anything to make this pain go away. Take away my throne; take away all that I have. He had cried in anguish. He felt trapped in a terrible nightmare. Was it only the loss of his child he was grieving? His mind was spinning, with thoughts and images moving so fast that he couldn't comprehend. Jodha looking down, her cheeks pink as she explained the words she had written for his child. The child she had killed.
He raced towards her chamber in fury.
JODHAAA.
Shehanshah.. Why are you here at this time?'
YOU, how can you sleep so peacefully.. after what you have done?'
I don't understand... what happened?'
Why did you do this to me? How could you kill my child?'
His anger faded away as the realization took over him again.
The accusation was like a stab on her heart. But then she saw his face. She had never seen him cry before.
Don't touch me those hands!' Jalal yelled as he reached for his hand.
You murdered my child with those hands and now you dare to comfort me? You are very smart, aren't you? You pretended to be happy so that no one would ever suspect you. Too bad, you are caught now.'
She felt a tear trickle down her cheek.
How can you accuse me of taking the life of an innocent, who has not even yet come into this world?'
I'm not accusing you without any proof. There is strong evidence against you. The kesar brought from Amer was poisoned.'
This is a lie. I did not poison anything. What am I to gain through this?' she cried. Wasn't it tasted before it was given to Rukayya? It was you who asked me to give it to her. But if you still think I'm guilty, you can kill me right now.'
It could have been poisoned after it was tasted. He thought.
His sword was on her neck. He looked into her eyes; this was the woman who had saved Rahim's life, who had worried about his mother, who had given her life for her family. She wasn't afraid of dying.
Someone had killed his unborn child. But something told him, it wasn't her. He was going to find out the person responsible for this.
'I'm sorry for your loss. I wouldn't wish this on anyone!'
'The last thing I want from you is your sympathy.'
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