FF:Breathless: Tryst with Fate (Chap 4 updated page 1 (23.03.16))

"Now is the start", he said in his husky voice as he trailed the tip of the dagger on her forehead proceeding down towards her nose and neck.

"Nothing can stop me!, nothing will stop me... from extending the boundaries of my empire", a voice within spoke to Jalal at the Ajmer shrine soon after he had offered his prayers. He closed his lids and prayed again in his mind. "I need your help Moulah, I feel your presence with me. I feel the energy; something tells me it will happen. But cannot envisage where, how and when it will happen". With this agitation in his mind and restlessness he prayed the divine force to guide him and show him the path to make his dream come true.

After a peaceful day of offering prayers at the Ajmer shrine, Jalal felt an unknown peace, an unknown source of strength empowering him to feel happy, peaceful and contended. He was resting after a long day of travelling from Ajmer back towards his abode in Agra. Tents were set up half way through their journey for the small group to rest until the journey begins again early next morning.

It must have been 3am, when forest bandits attacked Jalal and his men while they were asleep. They outnumbered the Mughal group and slayed majority of them leaving just Jalal and one more of his brave soldiers alive who were brave enough but were almost reduced to helplessness in front of a strong 30 something black robed bandits. Soon Jalal was the only one left fighting for his life bravely. He was feeling agitated but was fighting bravely. He was exhausted and felt breathless... But soon help arrived in the form of Jodha & her team disguised as common men.

Hmmm... How did Jodha turn up in the forest. Well that's another adventure day for her. She was the pampered princess of the family. Yet she was the bravest of the lot. She was accustomed to go away from her palace without her parents suspecting it. Well she made sure her loyal daasis did the dodging and story telling on her behalf. Moreover, the palace was on a buzz lately as her father had arranged for a grand meeting of Rajput Kings and alleys to strengthen their relationships. And soon there was going to be a mela with activities and entertainment. So the whole palace was on roller blades preparing for the events. Nobody bothered to notice that her loyal daasi Moti Bai had dressed as Jodha and represented her in moments where Jodha's presence was required. It went on smoothly for the last 24 hours. Moti Bai was cursing Jodha and was awaiting her return, which was supposed to be within the next 5 hours or so.

Jodha had accompanied her favorite brother Sujamal for special training in the forest. She did this many times. Her father usually knew it as Sujamal usually sent him a cryptic message assuring he will protect her with his life. So Jodha had a whale of a day practicing word fight, archery and special martial arts technique strengthening her agility skills required for one to become an accomplished assassin. Yes, you heard it right. She was being trained in the arts of being an Assassin. The group had rested, packed and had started their journey back towards Amer in the wee hours so that they could reach the palace as soon as they can.

As the group was travelling quietly, they heard the squabbling of feet and clashing of swords nearby. The sound became louder and louder as their journey proceeded. Sujamal soon spotted the bandits and decided to help, as he hated the havoc the forest bandits have been creating lately. He warned Jodha to keep away and only get involved when required.

So the Rajput group pounced on the bandits just when Jalal was the only one left. Sujamal and 10 other soldiers took on the 20 odd bandits giving Jalal a breather. He was badly hurt and bleeding profusely on his shoulders, but still putting up a fight. He felt breathless and was nearly becoming unconscious. As a bandit nearly pounced on him Jodha sprang from her horse like a crouching tigress. She lunged and pounced on the bandit. With one swift movement like lightening, struck the bandit a sharp blow with the sword piercing right through into his chest. This incapacitated the bandit and lo the bandit was rendered lifeless and useless and fell down like a heavy log of a branch.

Jalal who was badly hit on his face, shoulder and chest was bleeding profusely. He still had consciousness but was feeling very weak. But was astonished by the agility of this young warrior. Lost for words, he was full of awe and appreciation. His expressive eyes conveyed the message to her and questioned "who are you".

Jodha just smiled through her eyes and said its ok, the bandits are nearly been overpowered. You are in safe hands. The warmth of those expressive brown orbs mesmerized Jalal. He thought loudly in his mind "this warrior who looks so fragile and young was so brave and so agile; I wonder which kingdom he belongs to". He addressed Jodha and said "Thank you young man for saving my life. I owe you my life. How am I to repay you". Jodha just replied "It was our duty sir to protect the people against those who take advantage. So you do not owe us anything. We are the brave soldiers of Rajputana". Jalal wanted to say more but due to exhaustion and loss of blood he just passed out.

A few hours later, Jalal woke up from what looked like deep slumber. He was still dazed and kind of drugged. He found himself in some kind of hermitage environment. He quickly noticed his clothes were different. He was robed in a white cloth covering his legs like a dhoti and his upper body was in a bandage. He tried to get up but there was immense pain on his head and shoulders. Just then Jodha entered with a bowl of herbal paste and a cup of herbal drink. Jalal closed his eyes just to gather information of his whereabouts.

Jodha placed the medicines on a side table beside the bed Jalal was sleeping. She sat on the edge of the bed and checked on Jalal. She grabbed his wrist to check the pulse, placed the back of her palm on his forehead. She slowly called out " Soldier can you hear me, hello ". Jalal was awestruck by the sweet sound of the person and the soft suppleness of the hands checking his wellbeing. He felt breathless and his pulse raced. But he pretended to be still asleep and in a daze. Jodha spoke loud to her brother" Bhaisa, he still is not conscious. I will change the bandage once more and then we can leave". Saying this, she started removing the bandage on Jalal's shoulder and chest.

Jalal was feeling breathless again. The soft hands caressing his shoulders and chest sent his breath pulsating and racing. He slowly opened his eyes halfway to see who it was that was tendering him so softly. His tactic to pretend dazed were rewarded. He saw a pair of beautiful brown orbs on a beautiful oval shaped face. He immediately recognized it as a woman who was so warm, soft yet strong. Those eyes he recognized it as the same one that protected him earlier from the rogue bandit. Those eyes that were spitting fire earlier were now filled with warmth and care. Mesmerized and lost was Jalal in the beauty of those orbs would be an understatement. Although Jodha was dressed in an attire of a Rajput man, Jalal could make out the fine womanly features on her face. He took his time in memorizing the impeccable features of this face and orbs. How could he ever forget them. He was gob smacked by the contrast of before and now. A crouching tigress earlier was now a tamed cat. An agile warrior was now a laid back nursing maid. He had lost not just his mind but also his heart to this beautiful women and the mighty warrior.

So lost that he slowly closed his eyes to devour this image forever. As Jodha applied the herbal paste on his wounds to stop the bleeding, Jalal felt hot and cold at the same time. The caressing fingertips created heat streaks on his body and the herbal paste gave the much-needed coolness to avoid the scorching feelings. As Jodha tended to his wounds, she noticed his eyes were now open and were staring at her without a blink. Now she was awestruck by the sharp black eyes that were speaking to her without being spoken. She was drawn to his handsome features and the powerful eyes that were hypnotizing, kept her staring back at Jalal.

Discounting this odd feeling, she asked Jalal " Oh! Finally you have opened your eyes. Drink this medicine and it will make you better". Having said that, she picked up the glass of liquid concoction and helped Jalal drink it. Jalal thanked her and said " Brave warrior pray tell me who you are, so that I could send some gifts in return for your help". Jalal's voice was husky with the heady feeling of meeting someone he was instantly attracted to. He let go of the drink, thinking he suddenly didn't need it to revive his spirits. Rather his heart ached for this woman whom he just met.

Gifts ? Oh! No. I errr... we do not need any gifts. We have more than enough for our needs. We believe in rewarding others with what they need. Right now you are injured and you need taken care of" Jodha said still mesmerized by that captivating coal black eyes and now the husky voice that was making her even more breathless and felt her body responding differently in front of his injured man.

"It looks like we both have something in common. I too believe in rewarding others with what they need" said Jalal. He wanted to say more but did not want to reveal his identity. "Pray tell me which kingdom you belong to, so that I could spread a good word" probed Jalal again.

Hmm.. Well if you really want to spread the good word, then speak loud in cheer of the kingdom of Amer, I mean the Rajput kingdom of Amer" said Jodha.

"Amer, the land of desert, festivals and fierce sword fighters" said Jalal in his husky voice. As Jodha was still meditating on a fine pair of black orbs, her brother called out "Jodha, are you done with your medicines. Its time now to start our journey otherwise...". Jodha woke up with a shock that her name was revealed. Without giving Jalal anytime to think , she said " You better have this medicine soon. One of our men will accompany you to your home. We have to leave now". In a swift movement, she moved out of Jalal's tent, mounted her horse and was off on her journey home. But within she felt breathless and drawn to that fine pair of black orbs.

Jalal on the other hand, drank his medicine and tried to get up to have a final glimpse of this savior in shining armor. "Jodha" he called. But alas, just like lightening, she came and vanished leaving Jalal breathless. First time in his life, he had his fuzzy feeling. First time in life he was drawn to a woman not just for her physical beauty. First time he was drawn to a women not due to lust. First time ever he felt breathless. But the silver lining was that he knew her name as Jodha" and was determined to find out more about his warrior beauty and the kingdom to which she belonged.

He closed his eyes again and lying on his bed, he went into a slumber with a certain sense of breathlessness.

Breathless

There was change in the Sky

There was hope in the hearts

One hoped for expanding one's kingdom

The other hoped for expanding the art of warfare

Amidst a forest fluttering hope and fear

Birds were not in their chirpy mood as they were sleeping

The sun was not awake as it was wee hours

Thunder struck both ways

One stroke was the bandit attack

The other was the rescue by the crouching tigress

Breathless was he when he realized this lady in shining armor

Breathless was she drawn to a pair of black orbs

His heart thumped for the first time for a lady

Her heart thumped for the first time for a fine man

Both were oblivious to their breathlessness

Where the wind seems to caress feeling with finesse

Mind was weaving dreams umpteen

Eyes were embracing their feelings

Fate was plotting their sweet torture

To bring about seeds of change

And a breathless journey of lifetime adventures

Chapter 2

The body slumbered in deep sleep to shed the exhaustion and heal the wounds. There was calmness, you would assume. But... it was far from calm within. With that strange sense of breathlessness, Jalal slept like a log. But his brain was on an override, replaying the scenes. His subconscious mind was reminiscing the elegance of a fine pair of eyes, bestowed on a beautiful face disguised as a warrior. Who was she? Why was she disguised?? Ya Allah! What a fierceful fighter she was!" these questions were being repeated by that over analytical cerebrum. Appearances are deceptive and situations have perspectives. While the body slept like a log, the mind was weaving its own quilt.

Jalal got ready for his journey home. He felt he had rested with a strange sense of peace that was brewing a little storm in his heart. It was a first of many firsts. Only one word he could utter to himself at that point in his life. Breathless.

"I never felt this sensation even when I won fierce battles. What is this uneasiness, fluttering of the heart... Maybe I'm coming down with some strange illness". Have to speak with Khan Baba on my big plan, he thought and mounted on Bijlee', his trusted mare. He dismissed the Rajput warrior who was to escort him saying he was well enough to continue home on his own.

Jalal galloped like lightening. Who would have thought that his shoulder was injured in a combat with the jungle thugs, just two days ago. He chuckled thinking, a women rescued him, a beautiful woman in disguise. I shall uncover this mystery", he thought and continued on his journey. Jodha became like an enigma for him, waiting to decipher the puzzle and uncover the truth or shall we say treasure.

The familiar surroundings of his grounds calmed him down a little as he came in view of Agra. He spoke to himself that he just needed rest and a discussion with Bairam Khan on his big plan of expansion of his kingdom. He made a resolution and proceeded towards his palace through the secret passage.

"It always seems impossible until its achieved, just like the fierce battles you have fought & won Jalal" spewed Bairam Khan, when Jalal raised his concern on his anxious plan of expanding his kingdom beyond the current borders. Khan Baba what is your opinion of Rajputs ? And have you encountered these warriors who move like lightening and swish swords like cutting through butter" asked Jalal.

"Never underestimate your opponents Jalal", said Khan Baba. " Rajputs are great warriors", he started explaining the glorious history of them and their un-exhaustive valor. "Always remember one thing Jalal" said Bairam Khan. Rajputs possess power, might, valor and loyalty in their very genes. So be prepared that they will not give up until their last breath". Having seen it in action with his own bare eyes, Jalal could relate to what Khan baba had just said. Still was intrigued by that mysterious lady in shining armor. The urge to see her again was becoming acute with an urgency that could not be explained added with his anxiousness to unravel her true identity.

Khan Baba, I was saved by a group of warriors, who were such an expert in tactics. It was amazing. They move like lightening and are very agile. I wish I could learn from their Ustad", said Jalal. Khan Baba was worried when he heard the incident that Jalal narrated fully. " IF you are serious to enhance your sword skills I would recommend you a Ustad. He trains certain Rajputs of Amer. I know him very well, as he had saved my life once in the forest and became my friend". Jalal was over the moon when he heard the word "Amer". Already he thought he is going to see that magnificent face again. His spirits brightened up. " You will need to disguise your identity while in his shelter, Jalal", said Bairam Khan. " The disguise will need to be real and not fake. Although I can't lie to my friend, we will need to lie to everybody else for your safety".

" I can do whatever you want me to do. I am determined to learn the skills to be a better warrior", said Jalal. So the plan was set for him to learn the enhanced skills of warfare. So Jalal started his preparation for his lessons. As advised by Khan Baba, he was on special diet to look lean, mean and strong and to control the mind. Control the mind of hunger, thirst, pain and lust. Jalal followed the advice like an ardent student ever keen to learn.

He even refrained from intoxication of the two W's namely women and wine. Rukaiya, his first consort was not very happy with that. She missed her beloved husband terribly. Although they spoke to each other daily and had intellectual discussion on various social topics, Jalal was not in the same mindset as Rukaiya. It was strange for her to see him controlling his passion and senses. She could not understand her friend of yonder years.

Jalal's sub-conscious mind was yearning for someone. Jodha haunted him in his sleep in her sword-swishing avatar. But in the early mornings he dreamt of a strange sense of fulfillment and peace with a celestial nymph caressing him with utmost care and love. He often woke up with a start hoping that the celestial nymph would be beside him. But alas! he would realize that it was just a dream. He decided that he would adhere to Khan Baba's advice hoping to meet his lady warrior someday.

At Amer, Jodha sneaked into the palace through the secret route and passages. She jumped on Moti and startled her who was sleeping in her bed pretending to be her in her clothes. Jodha who nearly choked me to death", she said. Jodha just giggled and moved around feeling happy but tired. " Come-on Moti, help me get into a bath to relax my tired muscles. I want to sleep for a long time. And get me something to eat, I'm super hungry". Saying this she shed her layers and layers of clothing and moved towards the large bathroom. The floor in her room was strewn with discarded clothes of a Rajput common man. Moti shook her head and wondered when her Rajkuwari would mature and behave like one.

Soaking in warm fragrant water, Jodha was being pampered with essential oils and delicate petals of flowers. Her shoulders and head were being massaged. She had a cheeky smile on her face. " Seems like somebody is happy and blushing", said Moti. "Haa, Raj Kunwari ji is dreaming about the Princes who will steal her heart soon in the festival", said Reva. Jodha got annoyed and gave a deathly stare to Reva. Reva excused herself to get flowers and ran away. Moti noticed the anger in her and asked, "What happened Jodha, why are you angry ? ". Jodha said nothing and closed her eyes. The mesmerizing black orbs came back staring at her. She felt her heart fluttering and a slight blush creped on her cheeks. She opened her eyes with a sly smile and narrated the rogue incident and the rescue to Moti. "So our Kunwarisa has lost her heart to a stranger, is it ?", she asked. " Moti, you too! Why are you teasing me like Reva. I will get married to the most powerful Prince you see and then I will tease you". Moti asked " So what do you want in a Prince? What do you aspire Jodha. ? Tell me truthfully".

"Hmm. My Prince should be charming, bold, compassionate yet brave. I should fall in love with him without me knowing and be swept off my feet. I don't want luxury or fine jewellery and attires. What I want is a place in his heart, in his soul". She said and stepped out of the enormous bath. "Hay, Hay, where shall we find someone for you who is the most powerful, charming etc. ? spoke Moti and pouted. "Until I find my match Moti, I shall not marry" said Jodha and changed into a beautiful orange lehenga with a matching chunni. She looked magnificent with simple jewellery and her chosen attire. With hair reaching her waist, she adjusted her necklace and prepared to dry her hair with Moti's help. There were a few pieces of jewellery she preferred and took special interest in acquiring different kinds from all over the kingdom & beyond. They were her anklets and waist/kamr chain. You could never see her without one except when she went on her escapade or special summons by her brother Sujamal.

King Bharmal and queen Mynawathi were ecstatic that many Rajput Princes were gracing their presence at the special meeting of Rajputana Kings. This congregation of the mighty and powerful rulers was summoned to discuss the tactics and politics to ensure that each of the kingdoms could help each other out against enemies and the Mughals.

Kings and Princes from Marwar, Jaipur, Ranthambore, Mewar, Chittor and other provinces had accepted the Amer King's invitation and had arrived. There was going to be a week long festivities, competitions and entertainment. The Princes would exhibit their valor in various tasks such as horse riding, obstacle race, archery, sword fight, martial arts, orienteering and guerilla warfare tactics.

Jodha was so excited that she would get to see the various competitions. The thing she did not realize is that her father had a disguised mission. The Prince who would having a winning streak in the various competitions would be chosen as her prospective groom. But she had her own agenda to snoop around and be mischievous and to really put the Princes' intelligence to test. Time will tell what happens...

"Who would like to see sketches of handsome Princes", shouted Rajkuwari Sukanya. Jodha's younger sister. Jiji, Jiji, come quickly before Shivani tears these", she shouted. "uff, Raj kuwari Jagathi Bai will not be interested, give it to me"; said Rajkuwari Shivani, Jodha other younger sister and snatched the folder of paintings from Sukanya.

"Hay, I like Prince of Mewar, he looks so strong and powerful", said Sukanya. "I wish I can marry him". Shivani giggled loud and said " if he does marry you Sukanya jiji, then he would get peanuts in return as his gift. " What nonsense are you saying" flared Sukanya. "what else, if one is to marry a monkey, what else will he get. Only peanuts, as monkeys are nutters and love nuts", saying she ran and hugged her jiji Jodha aka Rajkuwari Jagathi Bai.

Jodha too giggled loudly and the three girls played around pulling each other's legs. Jodha decided that she would look into the folio containing the sketches of the various Princes just so she could check out if she can spot the man with the most captivating black orbs. She flicked through the drawings and was disappointed at not finding her prince charming. She face showed the dullness and disappointment. Moti and Sukanya who noticed it decided to pull her leg. " Ok, Jiji, close your eyes now and lie down. And tell who do you see in your dreams as your prince charming" asked Sukanya. "Sukanya, stop this. I do not see anyone and do not wish to see anyone" darted Jodha. Moti calmed her down saying " Jodha, lie down and I shall massage your head. It will help you to see through your inner mind. If you're lucky Ambe Ma will give you a hint of the prince charming". Jodha decided to lie down, as she was tired from her last escapade and internally she yearned to visualize the man who seemed to make her breathless. Within a few minutes of Moti's massage, she visualized his images. Broad shoulders, thick black curling hair long enough to kiss his shoulders; Skin that was radiant, with stubbles around the chin and above the lips. Eyes that were jet black and the vision that could pierce through her soul. She could feel her heart racing and a warm blush sneaking her cheeks. With a happy smirk she drifted off to a sweet slumber in a distant future dreaming of a Prince who comes and whisks her away on his magnificent horse.

Sweet slumber it was.

The intoxicating Charm of him & her stole their sleep and peace

Close your eyes screamed their inner hearts

Tell me what do you hear and see, it asked

Sweet murmur and the husky voice said he and she

I feel we are close, even when we are afar

Nothing interferes

Who are you my celestial nymph and who are you my charming prince

Ornate and delicate but strong and agile, thought he

Strong and mighty but still fragile and vulnerable, thought she.

I shall find you, spoke their hearts

Until then sweet slumber said their brains.

Precap:

The Rajput congregation was over in a flicker. Jodha was least interested in any of the activities. She showed no favor towards any Princes. Mynawathi was worried with her behavior. She thought she was coming down with an illness. She decided to take her to the Kali Mandir and take the blessings of GuruMa, the renowned priestess with the 6^th sense.

"She will marry the mightiest man this land has ever produced, who will come and take her away. She will become a Queen. Don't worry Mynawathi. Go home and spend the short time that exists until she leaves. May Goddess Kali bless you my child with happiness" said GuruMa.

...

"Abdul are you sure ? She is going to come to Marwar for the Diwali festival"

"What will you give me my friend, if she comes? Pledge me half the kingdom will you ? " teased Abdul.

Destiny was slowly blending their paths.

They met again not as strangers but with a sense of recognition

Seeds of change were being sown

Sightseeing her beauty, became his pleasure

With eyes so vibrant and magnetic, she no longer could resist his power

But little did she know, that she would be sleeping with the enemy

And little did he know that his rendezvous would be with an assassin.

Scarlett kissed the sky and the fort of Amer. In twilight, Amer fort seemed like an eternal city in itself with the festive tents. Crimson sun pumped life into the dawn and the city was slowly waking up.

Jodha had already woken up. Her body was well rested but not the mind. She went about her usual routine of early morning sword practice. She was particularly restless and agitated which showed in her practice. She had literally hurt her opponent who was a young solider.

After her practice, she had a long bath and got ready. While dressing up, she again zoned out with a lot going on in her sub-conscious mind.

"Rajkumari, where are you now? In Dreamland?" asked Moti. "Haa", replied Jodha. She was still in her own world. Dressed in a royal blue lehenga and a matching chunni, Jodha looked every bit a royal princess, who would adorn the heart of the most powerful ruler. Only problem. She was so lost in herself, she forgot she had to sneak out and check out all the young princes who had come over to Amer. " Where have you kidnapped my Jagathi Bai today? Are there any clues to her whereabouts?" asked Mynawathi. "Maasa, what happened? Do you want me to do anything?" asked Jodha to her mother. "Weren't you planning on snooping on the Rajkumars? So what is keeping my Desert Rose from venturing into some adventure?" asked her mother. Moti chuckled and Jodha had a blank face. Today the sun surely had risen in the West she thought. "Maasa !!!! You approve. Really ????? You want me to sneak out into the markets ??" Jodha was stunned at her mother. Because today was the only day that she openly encouraged her to sneak out of the palace. Sure, many knew why Mynawathi wanted Jodha to venture out, except Jodha. Well, Mynawathi just grinned and went away attending to other matters of the palace.

Hearty breakfast was cooked for all. But Jodha just ate barely minimum.

"Get me your gypsy attire Moti. I feel like going out to the markets now", called out Jodha. Finally Jagati Bai has woken up. What's in store? Huh..." Smirked Moti and went away to get the desired outfit.

"ooucchhh!!!!! Careful, Moti. My hair will fall out before I even see my Prince Charming if you are so hard. Just braid it like the gypsies do. Remember, I'm going as a commoner, not as a Princess". "Whatever you want your royal highness" replied Shivani who was playing with her Jiji's hair. "Shivani..., what are you doing here?" asked Jodha. "counting the number of hair strands left on your head, what else", said she chuckling. "Jiji, jiji, can I come too ? with you? Cant wait to see the street acts & the bangle store", said Shivani in a highly excited state and in her shrill voice. "Well, if you want to accompany me, you shall have to disguise as a daasi and shed all your fine jewellery and most importantly you will have to adorn Moun Vrat", said Jodha with a cunning grin, knowing well that Shivani can never stay quiet or stay still.

"not fair, Jiji. Not at all. You know that I can't keep quiet or stay quiet". And I will definitely not go out as a commoner", she pouted. "well okay, never mind my sand castle crumbled. But promise me to bring back the most elegant bangles otherwise, I am telling Maasa that you went away with Sujamal bhaisa", she threatened. "Fine, I shall try", replied Jodha.

When fully dressed, Jodha stepped onto her balcony and saw the whole of Amer fort and city. The ambience of the beautiful fort was accentuated with the festivities and decorations. There were several markets providing opportunities for merchants to sell their wares.

Through the secret passage in her chamber, Jodha ventured out of the palace accompanied by a few daasies and her body guards, all disguised as commoners.

The markets were so colorful & vibrant, that it looked like a major Utsav like Diwali. There was the camel fair/market, horse fair and other cattle markets, where animals were being traded. Jewellery, silk, artifacts of every kind were being traded and sold. Then there were the various competition arenas. Every brave Rajput man took part in various competitions. Be it archery, horse racing, sword fight, fort wall climbing, obstacles race. There were some very agile Rajput warriors displaying their skills. If one was scouting for an army, you would pick each one of the competitors. The air was so competitive and challenging.

Jodha moved around the markets along with her companions. Nobody would recognize her so easily, as she was dressed as a gypsy with loads of bangles unto her arms. And she also spoke like one discarding her royal vocabulary. She then entered "The Pit", the place where a fierce wrestling match was in progress between the prince of Mewar and another warrior. Suryaban, the Mewar Prince was tall and elegant standing 6foot tall in his sock. With broad shoulders, chiseled jaw and sculpted muscles, he was a force to be reckoned with. He pounced on his opponent in a tactical move and clutched his neck on one hand. His other hand was holding the warrior under one of his legs like a python wrapped around. Suryaban, with his body perched on the back of his opponent immobilized him, making it difficult even to move an inch. The umpire ended the fight when Suryaban successfully held his opponent under control for a period of 5 minutes.

A victorious proud smile played on Suryaban's elegant face. Then an open challenge was raised beckoning another soul brave enough to defeat Suryaban. After waiting for a while and with no other challengers, Suryaban was declared the clear winner and the greatest wrestler.

Jodha appreciated Suryaban's sense of fair play and sportsmanship and agreed with her daasis that he truly was brave & capable. But the spark to kindle that eternal flame of her heart was missing. She still felt a tug pulling at her heart. It was not for Suryaban but for that muscle of a man with the black orbs, who had stirred her calm waters. There was never ending storm whenever she remembered the past event. "who was he ? Where did he come from ? There was an aura of royalty in his gaze & gait", spoke her heart loud enough for her soul to hear. But she could not confide in anybody yet, not at all. Only person who could help her she thought was her bhaisa Sujamal. But it felt strange this feeling of her heart.

After wandering around the markets, she decided to call it a day and return. The sky was crimson again and the atmosphere enchanting with snake charmers, dancers, musicians. Amidst all this she also heard the cling clang of swords, which was sweet music to her ears. Jodha was pulled towards the pit again. Surprise surprise, at the excited crowd. She was witnessing yet another skill of Suryaban. His swishing of swords proved years of disciplined training and dedicated practice. He nearly slashed his opponent's neck, but since this was not a war but a peaceful duel, he backed out. In the end, he was declared the clear winner. Jodha's palm itched badly, as she wanted to jump into the pit and challenge Suryaban, as she wanted to prove that she was better at sword fighting. Her accomplices clearly objected. But in spite of their protests, Jodha was stubborn and decided to participate and challenge Suryaban to a round of sword fight.

She sternly ordered her daasies to bring Rajput soldier's outfit, extra white cloths and a turban. In less than 2o minutes, she was ready clad in a beige soldier's outfit laced with a red border and a turban that fit tightly on her head. Extra cloth was tied quite firmly around her bust and waist to disguise any hints of her feminity. The result, she looked very much a young boyish Rajput soldier with a baby face. Her hair was braided in a way that even if her turban slides, she won't be revealed as a woman. Before she entered the competition, she gave her stern command to her companions, who knew what to do.

Jump she did like a tigress eager to capture her prey, but her lower part of the face was covered with one end of the turban cloth. Suryaban was stunned by the agility of the young warrior, who moved like lightening, with swift movement of the wrist. None could underestimate the skill of this warrior who displayed superb acrobatic moves. There was cling clan of swords like synchronized sound of metals clashing weaving music to the ears of keen observers.

With eyes as fierce as the crimson sky, Suryaban could not match Jodha's skill. Expertly, she swished and swooshed and quickly made him helpless while he admired her agility. In less than 20 minutes, she flicked his word out of his palm and claimed her victory. And with a click of her knuckles, her horse stormed into the pit from nowhere. Jodha jumped onto it, bid farewell to the competition.

Everybody was mesmerized at what they had seen. "Who was that ?, Where was he from ?' were questions on each and everyone's lips. Suryaban was equally tongue tied and dumb folded. Nobody knew what just happened or the real face of this young agile warrior. All they knew from the introduction was that his name was Pawan Singh from Ranthambore. There was breathlessness in the air to know the real identity of this youngster and relive the moment again. But the tigress had claimed her prey and fled.

Jodha was thrilled at her victory, but at the same time anxious that her true identity might be at stake. Her horse flew her to the secret path towards her palace. She quickly changed and went towards her chamber with face still flushed from the adrenalin that pumped in her veins. She was exhausted, hence she had a quick dinner and slumped onto her bed.

Another day of competition went on in Amer. But Jodha was not interested. She was yearning to see a glimpse of the magical black orbs, but she did not locate them anywhere, the previous day. She said to herself "well, my prince charming will remain only in my dream". She showed little interest in teasing or testing other Rajput Princes who had come out to the congregation. With her disappointment painted on her face, she started to walk towards Jag Mahal.

Jag Mahal was a secret hideout of the royal family. There was a secret passage from the main palace to the Jag Mahal which was underneath the highest peak of the Aravali range of hills. It provided an excellent vantage point as it was higher than Amer fort. Jodha came here for her secret meetings with the elite group of Rajputs often at odd times. And other times, she used to sneak out to find some freedom and peace. She used to love watching from the peak of the hills. She engaged in her favorite pastime, when her Bhaisa Sujamal appeared and was surprised to see her there.

"Why Jodha! You are here and not at the markets taunting some prince??" he asked.

"Bhaisa!!!, I am not interested in the competitions anymore. I already went around and also defeated one of the prince in sword fighting", she said and pouted.

"Ah!, so you have selected your prince, cheeky girl" taunted Sujamal and chuckled.

"Huh!, not interested in any. Happy??? Now, don't ask me any more questions. Leave me alone please" , she said and stood leaning onto one of the pillars.

"Jodha, Ranisa is looking for you. Its not good to hide here while the whole palace is looking out for you", he said.

"Why cant people leave me alone for sometime", she spoke. Then suddenly, she addressed Sujamal "Bhaisa, you remember the warrior we saved from the forest bandits. Do you know, who he was? Where he came from? I thought you might not sit still until you found out", asked Jodha.

"Ah! Yes, I remember. He was a very strong man, but his accomplices were too weak against the bandits. Not sure of his full identity. But from his countenance it seems he comes from one of the Moghul states. He definitely spoke with a Moghul accent. But there was some strong aura of royalty around him", he said.

Hearing this, Jodha felt heart broken. Her face became pale and felt energy being drained out of her soul. "what did I think? I was longing for the enemy? Ssishh!", she thought and started walking towards Amer palace via the secret underground path. She felt breathless and frustrated with her own feelings and behavior.

The Rajput congregation was over in a flicker. Jodha was least interested in any of the results of the activities. She showed no favor towards any Princes. Mynawathi was worried with her behavior. She thought she was coming down with an illness.

"Jodha, is something wrong? Why are you so pale. I thought you would take every opportunity to venture out of the palace. But you were very quiet", said Ranisa and was worried. Ranisa was more worried that Jodha was not interested in any of the Rajput Princes.

She decided to take her to the Kali Mandir and take the blessings of GuruMa, the renowned priestess with the 6^th sense.

Jodha was not interested in getting married to any prince at that point in her life. She was still plagued by that magical black orbs. But it was the forbidden fruit that she was attracted to. Every thought of the past events made her restless. Restless that she had rendered so low as to fall for a Moghul. It was against her Rajput upbringing. She was beyond frustrated now. Going to Kali Mandir, she thought would cleanse her of those impure thoughts.

Jodha felt at peace when she offered her prayers at the temple. There was a sense of calmness that penetrated her soul. She felt relieved. She took oath that she would uphold her Rajput virtues and upbringing. She decided that she would marry to whomever, her parents decide. "Yes, that will be my resolution and my repentance for wondering thoughts' she decided.

Ranisa, offered her prayers to Goddess Kali. She, then offered gifts and gold coins to GuruMa and put forth her questions regarding Jodha's marriage and future.

"She will marry the mightiest man this land has ever produced, who will come and take her away. She will become a Queen. Don't worry Mynawathi. Go home and spend the short time that exists until she leaves. May Goddess Kali bless you my child with happiness" said GuruMa.

" Jai AmbeMa", said Ranisa. " Thank you for your blessing GuruMa. Could you please tell us the direction from where the alliance will come for Jodha", asked she to GuruMa.

"Mynawathi, All I can say that he will come and sweep her off". "Don't ask me any more questions on this subject. Just expect the unexpected. But Jodha will find her happiness".

Ranisa, felt happy that Jodha will get a Prince who will be one of the mightiest. "That's enough. I shall not worry about the direction or the kingdom, as long as Jodha will be happy in the long run", spoke her heart loudly. But Jodha had no comment or reaction. Deep down she was still swept off by that magnificent orbs. She had long lost her breath and now just took a resolution to follow her parent's decision.

Destiny threw a twisted path

There was still change in the atmosphere

There was still breathlessness lingering in its path

But was laid with disillusion

Her heart thumped for being foolish

There was still a storm brewing

It felt calm before the big blast

Yet another disillusioned thought had past

But how long will it last

The sky had long abandoned its crimson coat and painted itself black

That one stroke of thunder

Still had ripple effects.

Sometimes heart sees things that is invisible to the eye and illogical to the brain

Time will reveal its mystery

As situations & events unfolds.

It had been two months to date since the encounter with the crouching tigress. There was not a single day that Jalal missed his morning routine - prayers, sword practice, exercise etc. And there was not a single day that he missed recollecting those delectable face & swift movements of that warrior.

Dreaming of the celestial nymph became a permanence, it was inseparable from his sleepless nights. Every time he recited that name "Jodha' there was a strange feeling, an obscure connection. It ended with his heart being restless.

"Never mind, I need to control these desires and thoughts" spoke Jalal inwardly to himself. "I just need to channel my energy to the great cause - to be the King of Hindustan". His morning routine of exercise, sword practice was becoming fierce and rigorous. The soldiers who were his opponents often were wounded and exhausted. A new opponent was needed every day, as Jalal was becoming ruthless.

Abdul, Jalal's childhood friend and his trusted advisor noticed a strange rage and restlessness in him. He decided to confront him but was just waiting for the right situation.

Khan Baba noticed the intense will of Jalal and his rigorous practice. He was way too pleased to have a student like Jalal and hoped that one day he will achieve his goal. One evening, he addressed Jalal and said "I think the time has come for you to visit the Ustad of Ustad in warfare training. My good friend Acharya Rudra. He lives in the woods of the Aravalli mountains. I shall write a letter to him requesting him to train you in the exquisite art of guerilla warfare including sword fight". Jalal was super exited hearing this. "That will be great Khan Baba", he said and asked "when should I leave". Khan Baba said "My dear boy, we will have to inform him first or else you will be killed. Its not easy to enter into their web. I would say in a month's time you will meet him". Jalal nodded in agreement and thanked his guardian.

In the meantime, Abdul enquired about Jalal's weird behavior with some of his bodyguards. They did not help him in any way. So he decided to confront Jalal. "So who are you targeting to attack next Jalal. You seem to be training rigorously. Is it a nearby kingdom or some damsel in distress"? Jalal smirked at his friend and chuckled a little. "Abdul, my friend; why do you think I'm preparing for war? I am just merely practicing and fine tuning my skill.". But Jalal, my friend there is a storm brewing in your eyes. What is it?", asked Abdul. "you still have not lost the art of asking those nosy questions. Do you?" said Jalal. "Jalal, you forgot that I'm the son of a Hakim/Doctor and its in me to question everything unusual or out of the ordinary. So spill the beans what is happening? Moreover, I'm supposed to be one of your advisors on all matters including personal Aren't I?" asked Abdul.

"Abdul, Abdul, what can I say?" blushed Jalal. "OMG! Mughal king blushing is it a new damsel? A new kingdom on plan to annex? No wonder the sun is rising in the west these days and poor soldiers are hurt severely even when there is no war", said Abdul. "Man, nothing at all. Its just a dream of a celestial nymph haunting my dreams. And...", hesitated Jalal. "And what Jalal?" asked Abdul.

"You know two months ago; I had come back with some injuries after my visit to the Ajmer Sharif. I was attacked by forest bandits. But a certain tigress came to my rescue and saved me. She also nursed my wounds. I just seem to not forget those beautiful eyes. I don't know who she was. But I do know her name as "Jodha". I definitely think she is Rajput from the way she spoke and the language.

"Jodha", that name sounds familiar" said Abdul. "Isn't it the name of one of the Rajput kingdoms? Hang on it's the name of a Rajput territory, part of Marwar". What is it? Aargh, it's on the tip of my tongue" said Abdul. "Yes, that's it. Its Jodhpur state".

Jalal was intrigued by the information given by Abdul. He mentally thought he was going to delve into it when he goes on his voyage to Acharya Rudra and maybe ask him. But still he wanted to solve the mystery of Jodha. Though a wide smile did not spread across his face, he did smirk & he seemed to be a little happier than before. Abdul was shocked & happy at the same time seeing his mate's face. Further Jalal also informed his most personal advisor that will be soon going to the Aravalli mountains & its woods to meet this special teacher and learn the techniques of guerilla warfare. Abdul immediately was pleased and offered to accompany him. Jalal said that he will think about it and also consult with Khan Baba.

Rukaiya Begum saw the changes taking place in Jalal's behavior. He was distancing himself from her and from other women. She decided to spend some time with him through a game of chess and then seduce him.

Jalal was delighted to play a game of chess with his first wife. She was feisty in her moves and in her conversations too. "Jalal I miss being with you", she said and then went to get a vintage wine. She brought two flutes filled with the potent liquid and offered Jalal. He said" Thanks dear. But I am under a strict diet. So I have to refuse this time". "what is it Jalal? Is there something wrong? Something I did, is it?" she asked. "Why does it have to always be you Rukaiya! Reverted Jalal. "I have told you before. Lets just say that I'm preparing my mind & body for some rigorous training, hence can't indulge in wine, as it hinders my body movements" snapped Jalal and left her chamber a little irritated.

Seeing him irritated and walking down towards the garden, Abdul called out to his friend. "Looks like we are going to have a drought in the next few days". Why do you say so Abdul? It just rained yesterday in Agra" replied Jalal. "Well, who said that kind of drought! I meant drought of smiles & smirks. Have you seen your face in the mirror?" asked Abdul.

"If you don't have anything useful to talk about, don't show me your face" snapped Jalal and kept walking. Abdul thought it was wiser not to confront Jalal in his current temperament. I shall speak to him tomorrow he thought and left to his chamber.

Next day, Jalal was still in his grumpy avatar and dealt with the dealings in his court. Abdul made sure he did not come in front of him, given the previous day's encounter. But late in the day, he went to Jalal's chamber to chat with him. Good evening Shehanshah! he said. "What now Abdul?" asked Jalal. "I came to tell you that I have found some information on "Jodha". If you don't want to talk to me now, I can come back tomorrow", said Abdul with half a wink. Immediately, Jalal's eyes shone. "What do you know Abdul, tell me quickly" said Jalal, with a sly grin. "I heard that "Jodha" is a Rajput Princess, said he. "Arrggh! Abdul, I already know that; is there anything else you wish to share?" Asked Jalal, eager to hear more relevant details. "I heard there is going to be Navrathri & Diwali Mela/festival in Rajputana in a month's time" replied Abdul and paused. "And this is the most important information you have on Jodha!" asked Jalal irritated. Eagerness was killing and restlessness was creating an agonizing pain in Jalal's heart. "What's the material point Abdul. Can't you be quick and straight with the information" snapped Jalal.

Abdul tapped his feet with a cheeky toothy grin. "Patience my friend, patience" dragged Abdul. Jalal wanted to strangle his friend's neck for taking a year's time to spill the beans. "Well, it seems that Rajput Princes & Princesses congregate for these festivals in Marwar and Mewar. There is a very high chance that Jodha will be there", said Abdul finally.

Jalal felt thrilled to hear what he heard. The thrill was compounded by the fact that he was travelling to the Rajputana province in a month's time for his training. He somehow wanted to fit this festival in his schedule before he gets engrossed in his training.

"Abdul how sure is your source of information? Is she really going to visit Mewar for the Diwali festival" asked Jalal.

"Hmm. So you doubt my source? Haa! Ok, if I have to prove, alright. I would say my information is true. It's true as long as the sun rises, as sure as the full moon and new moon..." continued Abdul with boring annotations. "Abdul, if you don't stop being stupid, I will slay your head" snapped Jalal irritated. Abdul knew his friend's restlessness, but was enjoying the moment, as he knew it was the only chance to tease him as long as he could. "What will you give me my friend in return, if she comes? Pledge me half the kingdom will you?" teased Abdul.

"Well, I shall gift you a province or two if I have the opportunity to see her. But if she does not come, I shall take away your every freedom and luxury you have my friend", said Jalal with a stern face but chuckled within.

"Done deal Shahenshah!" said Abdul with his signature toothy grin. Inwardly, he shivered thinking of the unfavorable outcome of the deal. He was unsure if Jodha would actually attend the festival. From the sources he obtained information, it was certain that many Rajput Princes & Princesses did attend these events. But nobody had confirmed that Jodha would attend. In fact, nobody knew exactly, which kingdom Jodha belonged to. Abdul was just taking his punt at destiny. He raised his arms in the air with open palms offering prayers to Allah to fulfill Jalal's wish. If not, he was sure his life will be in hell.

In a week's time Jalal was going to travel towards Marwar and the Aravalli woods for his training. In the last month and two, his physique had trimmed down. He looked lean & mean with sculpted muscles over his arms, torso and legs. "Jalal, I would advise you to disguise yourself before you leave on your journey. But make sure your disguise seems real. If not, you will be in real trouble" advised Khan Baba. Jalal agreed to shave off his head and his moustache, discard every single piece of Mughal jewelry and adorn a neutral set of commoner's clothes.

So with the blessings of his mother and other near & dear ones, Jalal set out on his journey along with Abdul and a couple of personal bodyguards. All of them were disguised as commoners. Even Abdul and the soldiers had shaved their beards and moustaches and all had adorned neutral clothes and set out on their journey.

The Aravalli woods were awaiting to welcome one of the country's brave warriors to embrace his feistiness and valor.

On the other side, in Amer, Jodha was still in her dazed state. Having returned from AmbeMa temple, she contemplated on life. She kept thinking of fate and that one can't change its path. Still not showing any interest in matrimonial discussions that was being heard in the palace, she just concentrated on her daily activities from sword practice, archery, feeding birds and helping her mother in whatever was needed. The rest of the time, she painted or wrote poetry to distract her disturbed mind.

Jodha's grandma had been watching the subtle changes in Jodha these past few weeks. She wondered what had happened to her wild grandchild who had been chirpy, energetic and full of mischief. She could not see her favorite grandchild curl like a worm afraid of something. She decided to find out. After dinner one night, she asked Jodha to massage her feet to soothe her joint pain. Jodha was glad to spend time with her dadisa and very religiously massaged her feet with some oil. "Jodha, is something wrong my dear" enquired her dadisa. "You seem to have taken ill my little one. You can tell me Jodha", she nudged. Jodha was surprised at her grandma's concern and thought if her face and gestures showed her inner feelings. "Nothing dadisa, just tired. Its that time of the month na", she lied. "Na, lotus, there is something bothering you. Your eyes don't lie dear", said Dadisa. To which, Jodha replied" Haa, I was contemplating on fate and marriage. I just don't seem to be interested in it right now. What can I do Dadisa? Mum and dad have been asking me if I had fancied any of the Princes who had come earlier to the congregation", she said.

Dadisa just smiled and said, "Jodha, sometimes we don't choose our destiny, it chooses us. As long as our aim/determination is pure & firm, we will realize what fate has for us. So don't worry. Whatever happens, happens for a reason. And it happens in its own time. So don't worry my child" saying she embraced Jodha and then asked her to go to bed.

Jodha contemplated on her grandma's words that night. She had strange occurrences in her dream. An inner voice said, fate can't be changed, but destiny is what you want it to become. So face it without fear. Embrace what comes your way, for it will shape your destiny and will reflect in your heart. She got up startled from her sleep and thought deeply on the words said. She did not know what to make sense of the weird dream and the weird messages. But she decided to enjoy her life and live it with positive energy.

Next day, she got up with rejuvenated spirits. After her daily routine activities, she went to see her father who was getting ready for the court. "Bapusa, Bapusa, would you be wild at me if I tell you to send me away for a few months. I wish to spend time with my cousins in Mewar and Marwar", she said. Raja Bharmal raised his eye brows and wondered. "Let me discuss with Mynawathi first dear and will let you know", he said.

That afternoon, Raja Bharmal had a chat with his queen. "So what do you think Mynawathi ? While we wait for Prince Suryaban's response to our alliance proposal, should we allow her to visit Marwar and Mewar?'. "Absolutely dear. Looks like she is back in her spirits. I think we should let her explore and maybe she will happily accept our decision for her", said Mynawathi. "Excellent" said Bharmal and sent word to the Kings of Marwar and Mewar that they will have visitors from Amer.

So it was decided that Jodha with her two sisters and her youngest brother would tour around Marwar and Mewar in time for Navrathri and Diwali. The girls were so excited that they engaged in packing for the next few days. Jodha was delighted that she will get to go out of the palace and explore. She loved Navrathri and Diwali melas. She thought she will live her childhood back again like old times before she gets sent away as a married woman.

The happy party departed towards Marwar, where they were to spend the days until the end of Navrathri festival and then proceed to the neighboring province of Mewar for the Diwali Mela.

In a week's time, Jodha along with her companions reached the palace of the King of Marwar. Rani Roopmathi greeted Jodha and was delighted to have her. "Oh my! My little Princess has blossomed into such a pretty rose. You were so small when you were born here in Marwar. The years have gone so quickly. Look at you" she said. Jodha was a little shy but she was happy to greet and meet the lady who had helped her mother in delivering her. Rani Roopmathi was Rani Mynawathi's cousin from her father's side. This was almost her second home. "Ranisa, we are very grateful for having us" said Jodha and hugged the queen. They also met the King and paid respect and passed on the messages sent by their parents.

All the girls settled down and were made to feel at home. They looked forward to chat and play with their cousins during the festival of Navrathri which was to begin in a few days. The whole kingdom was being decorated for the festival.

Navrathri - the worship of the Divine Mother was celebrated on a grand scale in Marwar with much fanfare and glory. Religious verses of Durga Sptasati were recited to invoke the divine mother requesting her to bestow her blessings on the Rajputs. Offerings to the sacred fire, animal sacrifice, feeding of the poor & needy, singing, dancing and fireworks were all part of the grand scheme of festivities.

Jodha along with her sisters joined their cousins and very religiously took part in the prayers daily. They decorated the prayer hall daily with different floral patterns. In the evenings, they heard the recital of stories of the Divine Mother from religious texts and also watched skits by artists depicting the stories of the Divine Mother. It was enlightening for Jodha, as she realized that one has to believe in oneself to discover one's potential and destiny.

Navrathri also attracted traders from all other provinces. There were the famous cattle markets. Jodha and her sisters sneaked during the day to these markets. They saw camels, horses, cows and sheep being traded. They also saw elephants, snakes and mongooses being sold. It was an experience not to be missed.

Jodha also sneaked to watch a few sword fights where strong men took part in duels. She was always fascinated and drawn to the shiny swords like bees' swarm around the bee hive.

In Marwar, the sword fight was special. These duels were fought riding a fine horse. The horse was well trained to face duels and it tests the rider's skill to control the beast on one hand and the sword on the other. Jodha was star stuck. She was intrigued and wished she could take part. But she knew there was no way that she could do such a catastrophe mistake. So she just enjoyed watching them.

The finale of Navrathri Pooja was approaching and the famous Ashwa. Everybody was excited to see the finale, the procession of fine horses and the finale fire crackers. The unconditional loyalty, the unwritten commitment, the timeless bond between man and animal i.e. the horse was celebrated and honored. Marwar was famous for the breeding, training of fine horses. So on the final day of Navrathri, the fine horses were cleaned, bathed and bedecked with accessories and decorations including fine silk & fresh flowers. Rajputs paid their tribute and thanksgiving to their loyal companions in war and peace every year by this day of worship of the horses on the final day of Navrathri. Jodha, her sisters and the royal family of Marwar took part in the rituals and marveled at the royal tradition and offered their final prayers to AmbeMa and worshipped for the continued success of Rajputana.

"Oh! My, these nine days went like a day" exclaimed Princess Maya, Jodha's cousin. Jodha, your presence here has made this festival special. I will really miss you guys when you leave. I wish you can stay here forever", she said.

"Maya, I have to thank Rajasa and Ranisa for their generosity for having us", said Jodha... "I just relived my childhood memories here. I thank you for tolerating all our demands and allowing us to be with you". The girls hugged each other and chatted through late in the night.

Another week passed. Jodha & party were getting ready to bid adieu and move on to their next destination. Rani Padmini was reluctant to let go of Jodha. She spoke to the King and said "Rajasa, maybe we should send notice to Raja Bharmal of our interest in Jodha for our Prince Padam Singh". "Wonderful words spoken Rani", said the King and immediately ordered his chief minister to write a special note to Raja Bharmal and the letter was sent swiftly with the stamp of royal emblem.

The party from Amer took leave of Marwar and proceeded towards the Mewar. Sukanya was excited to see her charming prince Suryaban. She dreamed of him every night. Jodha's thoughts were preoccupied with the strange messages about fate and destiny. She so wished she could go visit her guru and Acharya, who always soothed her turbulent mind. She also wanted to offload her frustrations in a fierce duel of sword fight. But without her favorite brother Sujamal, there was no way she could runaway to the Acharya's hideout.

As they reached Mewar, Jodha & party were warmly welcomed by the queen of Mewar and Prince Suryaban. The king was away on royal duties. Prince Suryaban was happy to see and greet Jodha, as his parents had accepted the proposal and a reply was also sent. But Jodha and her siblings were not aware of it.

Jodha and her sisters paid respects to Ranisa and expressed their gratitude for hosting them. "We have heard so much of the festivities for Diwali, we are looking forward to the melas and the grand fireworks Ranisa", said Jodha. "I also wanted to go and see the mountains from the tower", said Sukanya. "Will you show us around Rajkumar Suryaban" asked the youngest Princess. "All in good time", replied Suryaban with a sly glance at Jodha, who was oblivious to the attention being given.

Diwali was approaching soon and Mewar was preparing for the festivities. "Yet another festival to take part and enjoy", chirped Sukanya who was so happy to be there and was overly enthusiastic. She took special interest to dress herself well. But she felt she was not getting the attention needed. On the other hand, Jodha was her normal self but still a little dazed in her thoughts. She was clueless of the alliance being proposed. God knows what would happen if she knew.

The whole kingdom was in preparation of special diyas or lamps, lampshades, chandeliers of diyas and various other structures which would be lit up to brighten the dark nights. It was going to be a whole week of celebration. Special traders market was also being set up. This was almost the world famous barter market where things were exchanged for things. There were going to be horses, camels, elephants, cows, buffaloes,

The Ameri princesses were excited about the markets. "Jiji, I want to buy lots and lots of fine silk", said Sukanya. "And I want lots and lots of bangles, necklaces and anklets" shouted Shivani. "What are you going to buy Jodha" asked both the sisters in unison. "what else a charming prince is what she is going to look out for" shouted Moti. Jodha just gave a stern stare to Moti. "hmm..., I too will buy bangles, anklets and the waist band. Let's see if we can get some unusual ones", replied Jodha. Her Mewar cousins said "what out for some Persian and far eastern jewelry. They are unusual to our style but quite elegant". The girls were intrigued. "Maybe we will get to see some Mughal jewels and see how bad they are to ours" giggled Shivani. But none of the others patronized the idea, especially Jodha. All the princesses spent the next few hours applying henna on each other's hands and feet with intricate patterns. "Jodha, one could say you are being decked like a bride. So beautiful and alluring" said the Mewar Queen. She was very happy that once their acceptance message reaches Amer, a formal announcement would be made soon. Jodha blushed and gave her a sweet smile

The week long festivities commenced with the worship of AmbeMa. The queen and prince of Mewar offered special prayers to the Divine Mother. The swords and other weapons of warfare were worshipped assisted by the priests. Then the queen and the prince along with their ministers went out in a procession to meet and greet common people to spread the goodwill of the festivities. It was a gesture of benevolence and gratitude to the common people that the King of Mewar went out personally to meet the public. In his absence his queen and son continued the tradition to spread light and enlightenment to replace negativity and destruction.

The palace and every house was lit with numerous small clay diyas, oil chandeliers in varying layers, various forms of pedestal lamps and lanterns were lit to ward away darkness in mind, thoughts and physicality and welcome light to illuminate with hope and positivity. Jodha was amazed with the thousands of diyas lit. The whole place looked like a paradise. "Jiji, stop staring and come one. Rajkumarji is taking us to the tower where we can see the whole city" said Shivani. They trekked through the corridors and ascended the stairs until they reached the very top of the tower. And the view from the tower was breathtaking. "Amazing, splendid! "said Jodha. Rajkumar Suryaban was mesmerized by the sharp features and sheer beauty of Jodha. "the sight is indeed splendid", he replied, stealing glances of her. Jodha just kept looking over the city and over the horizon. She had no clue of Rajkumar Suryaban's inclination. All the other princesses were over the moon as they were bowled over this tradition of lighting rows and rows of lamps to signify the victory of good over evil. No matter what the temperament of a soul was. In a matter of seconds, the sight of lit lamps and diyas brought delight to the eyes, joy to the souls. "let's go to the markets" shouted Shivani and Sukanya.

"Sure we can but you will need to disguise yourself if you don't want to really enjoy the markets without the troops following us", said Suryaban's sister Mayuri. "Absolutely", said Jodha. "Let's change and get going then", said Shivani and they all went towards their rooms to change and slip away from the palace after their dinner.

Meanwhile, Jalal, Abdul and some of his soldiers had reached Mewar and were staying in the quarters of the market traders. Abdul had managed to utilize his connections and obtained a camp that belonged to a jeweler. They too pretended that they were traders of precious metals and had come to Mewar for the famous markets. Jalal was awestruck with the preparations of Diwali in Mewar. Every street was grandly decorated. People were in the preparation for the grand last 4 days of the festival. Sweets and savories of every kind were being made, skits of various stories of Lord Krishna and the conquest of Lord Rama were being practiced. It was a joyous environment. Anybody and everybody were in merriment and one could feel the contagious joy. Jalal was glad he was here finally. "Abdul, do you think we can get near to the palace", he asked. "My, my somebody is very eager for a certain nobody. I wonder if everybody will come to know that nobody is here", replied Abdul. Jalal scratched his head with the cryptic comment and smirked. "well, just remember the deal" said Jalal and went about wandering the market to gauge what is being sold and the type of crowd. He did not spot any royalty nor the alluring face or eyes he was searching for. Having travelled for many days and the aimless wandering in the markets fatigued him. He hit his bed and went into a deep slumber, oblivious to the happenings around him. Except he was not alone. At least in his thoughts. The celestial nymph visited him without fail and allured him to paradise.

Next day early morning, Jalal got up as usual offered his daily prayers and started his exercise routine. He made sure he does not draw much attention; hence he did not practice with his sword. Instead he did a lot of conditioning exercise. "Who in the world am I? Found it, got it, did it" exclaimed Abdul with his emphatic banter and came to greet Jalal. "ok, I want the city of Agra. Dedicate it to me. And I want you to be my servant. Ok, go and bring me some delicious breakfast" ordered Abdul.

Jalal who had just finished about 100 pushups was a little breathless and wiping his sweat beads on his forehead he asked "Is everything ok? did the snake bite you? oh! Sorry. Did you bite the snake! Yes, that makes sense. Poor snake died of poison" uttered Jalal and giggled. Abdul was annoyed now. He smirked like Jalal, turned his face and said "Looks like somebody got off from the wrong side of the bed. Well, that explains the sore throat. And sorry I can't offer the nectar I found Jalal. It's supposed to be of the rarest, sweetest variety. Never mind I might offer it somebody else. Or I might consume it", saying he was about to leave.

"what is it Abdul? Stop blabbering and come to the point" shot Jalal irritatingly at Abdul. "Well, if you keep up your deal promise, I shall delve the details", he replied. "Agreed, go on" said Jalal. "Well, at the world famous Mewar markets..." began Abdul. "Well, yes that's old news. What is this nectar and found it you were talking about?" snapped Jalal. "Hmm... Somebody is losing patience for nobody. And nobody is visiting the markets and might even visit everybody. Uff Dumbo. I found your celestial nymph my friend", uttered Abdul. Jalal was stunned and shocked. His world just froze for a moment. "And what?" asked Jalal. "And the news is she might be visiting the markets with her family". "And who is she? Asked Jalal.

"Now I need the city of Kabul, agreed" chuckling Abdul continued. "She is the princess of Amer and supposed to be very beautiful and stubborn". Abdul further explained that Jodha usually visits markets with her sisters and other family members usually disguised. Jalal remembered the disguise she was in when he met her and was lost in translation. "ok, for the plan I have I need one thousand gold coins" demanded Abdul and continued. "the plan is that you disguise yourself as a jewelry seller and wait for the butterfly. Butterflies are always attracted to nectar. That's a sure shot at meeting one", he said.

"Abdul, not bad. Good company has good impact on your brains", chuckled Jalal. He was referring to Abdul spending day in and day out with him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever" scoffed Abdul. So they hatched a plan to get close to the celestial nymph. "ok, what if it backfires Abdul? asked Jalal. "You are worse than an adolescent girl Jalal! When did you become so restless? Let's worry about it later. Now massage my head", replied Abdul. "yeah right. I shall massage your head and neck" said Jalal and pounced on Abdul. "Sorry Jahanpanaah! I was just kidding", said Abdul. Both the friends hugged and plotted the plan to be executed in the evening.

It seemed like a very long day for Jalal. He eagerly waited for the scarlet to kiss the sky and blackness to engulf. Then the alluring markets would beckon him and her. "Faster Abdul. Surely your fingers work faster than that" snapped Jalal. Abdul didn't reply and went on applying this odd oily paste on Jalal's body. It was meant to make Jalal look tanned like any other tradesman. He was executing the first step in their plan to disguise. Jalal was going to pretend to be a jeweler and Abdul his assistant. Jalal wore a traditional Jodhpuri attire, turban, Khada and leather jhootis. Nobody would definitely not recognize him. He also made Jalal wear rings in each of his fingers and many chains around his neck. Some of them were Jalal's own and others were ones that Abdul had obtained from the real Jeweler. The real jeweler had made a pact with Abdul to lend his stall for the evening for a 500 gold coins and any proceeds from the stall will also be handed off to him.

All was set and they proceeded to their stall in the trader's market. Abdul also made Jalal practice certain sentences to be spoken as a trader to entice his customers. Jalal was a fast learner and given the reason for his disguise, he was over enthusiastic. In no time, he appeared to be a perfect jeweler. His husky voice and the special accent would draw all the women of Mewar. Abdul just smirked looking at him and did not want to tease him anymore. So the two friends settled in their stall and waited for the right audience. The chemicals in somebody's body was churning and creating havoc but there was only nobody who could calm the churning down. Everybody was waiting for that nobody to appear.

Jodha, her sisters and some of her cousins all disguised in their daasi's outfits and sneaked out of the palace. They happily wandered towards the traders' market. "look Jodha, elephants, camels. How magnificent they look. I wish I could have a pet camel" wondered Shivani. Jodha and others just giggled at their sister's strange thoughts and continued. They were obviously attracted to stalls that sold silk, jewelry and other knickknacks. "Perfect color" said Mayuri as she grabbed a mauve color silk at a stall and shared her idea of making a beautiful outfit from it. They also visited various stalls displaying jewelry. Abdul's informers hurried to him and passed on the message that the royal ladies were nearby. Abdul started calling out loudly.

"Bangles, pins, chains and anklets

From all around the world

Come and get them

Let them adorn your hands, legs, necks and waist.

Come and get some gems garnet, ruby and emerald

Or come for the Pearl, the queen of gems or gem of queens

Rich and rare are these gems to be worn

Allure yourselves and others

Come and get them lovely ladies"

Abdul enticed his potential customers. Jalal was awestruck with Abdul's antics but understood the hidden agenda. He too repeated Abdul's words in husky voice who turned a few faces and made them walk over to his stall.

"Rock, pins, bangles and gold. Come and get them. Choose from gold, green, red or blue. Come and get the diamonds too. Or take the Kundan and pearl sets" shouted Jalal. Nobody noticed the alluring voice and was soon attracted to his stall. The spread of jewelry was indeed splendid. "Do you have any special waistbands or anklets" asked Jodha. Jalal was dumbstruck as he did not have an answer. Abdul covered for him and said "My fair lady, we have some special bangles. Red, green and good with fantastic Kundan work. You will not find them anywhere else". "Alright, show them", she said.

Jalal extended his hand forward along with the special bangles. "Jodha... Isssh! Sorry" blurted Shivani. "Jiji, they look exquisite and beautiful. Shall we try it", asked Sukanya. "alright, go ahead" said Jodha. Sukanya tried to pass them through her wrists but failed. "they are beautiful. But it's a shame they don't fit", said Shivani. "give it to me" said Jodha, as she tried it on.

But she too was not successful. With disappointment written all over her face, she opened her mouth to speak when she was stopped. "My fair lady, beautiful things are alluring and seducing. But they need to be handled with care", said Jalal in his husky voice. His gaze piercing through her. "let me help you", saying, he held Jodha's hand. Taking the bangle, he undid a small lever on the side of the bangle and slipped it through her wrist. The bangle slid through smoothly like butter. Still holding her hand, he locked the lever. Just for another second he held her hand unwilling to let go. But he had to be cautious and not raise any suspicion. He reluctantly let go, but said "Lady, you got to try it on the other hand too, to feel the full effect of these bangles". There was something in his voice which intrigued Jodha. She was a willing party to his suggestion. She forwarded her other hand for Jalal to put through the other bangle. Again, Jalal held her hand, undid the lever and passed the bangle through her wrists, all the while feeling the delicate yet strong wrists of Jodha. He felt the warmth and the tenderness of her hands. His heart beat raced ahead as if running a race and he felt breathless. He wanted to hold on to her just for a few more minutes. But he had to be tactical and not be stupid.

"My, my, these bangles look exquisite and beautiful on you my lady. You do look like a Princess" exclaimed Jalal. "Excellent. We shall take it" blurted Shivani and paid gold coins for them.

"Hang on ladies. I have a matching pair of anklet to go with them", said Jalal. "I can help you try them on" he suggested and forwarded the pair of anklets. Seeing them, the girls liked them and decided to buy it too. "Thank you DayaRamji. We will take them. No need to try them", she said, as Shivani paid for them. "Wish you had a waist chain to go with them", mumbled Jodha, as she loved the combination of red, green and gold with kundan work.

Jalal smirked and thought Yes, I wish too to offer you a waist chain and help you try them on'. He was already transported to his dreamland. "come on girls, let go and move on" uttered Jodha as the royal ladies left the jewelry stall and moved on.

hmmm.. delicate, yet strong wrists. Long lanky fingers adorned with henna. And this girl is a fierce warrior. I wonder how her soft hands turn like iron fists with a sword' spoke Jalal inwardly reminiscing the feel of her hands earlier in his hands. "so somebody had touched nobody while everybody was around" commented Abdul. Jalal was oblivious to things happening around him. He was lost in thoughts. "Hurry up Jalal, we need to pack up and leave. DayaRamji wants to wind down for the day. Come on let's go to our tents" said Abdul. Jalal snapped to realty and followed Abdul's instruction. He was happy and the happy glow was plastered all over his face. Finally, he was content, he thought.

Having returned to the tent, Jalal slumped onto his bed, as sleep seemed to embrace him after many days. Soon he went into sweet slumber. He was sleeping but not alone. His celestial nymph accompanied him as usual. This time, he had a clear vision of this nymph's face. He dreamt of her delicate yet strong wrists. He was over the moon when he breathed in the fragrance of her henna clad hands, as those delicate hands caressed his face and hair. He was entering the first step onto the zenith of ecstasy land. Just as he thought he felt her sitting next to him, he was jolted from his sweet slumber when he heard her voice saying let's go, time to move on'. He was wide awake but there was a happy glow. "How can this delicate damsel become a crouching tigress" he pondered and closed his eyes to re-live past events and went into his dreamland again.

You are beautiful for me

Delicate and soft, yet so strong

They were not small nor big

Such beautiful hands

It could have been a sculptor's dream

I'm sure there was no hue

I know how strong those hands could be

Yet they can be delicate to nurse

Alas! Can I hold a bit longer

Just a bit longer

To feel the warmth & tenderness

Has to be a Princess not a maid

Such Beautiful hands

Such was the sweet song sung by Jalal's heart as he dived deep into his dreamland.

Precap: Internal Turmoil in Amer