Originally posted by: Shinning_Stuti
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<font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The
night had slowly spread her beautiful black scarf adorned with the diamond of
stars around the whole sky. The bright moon, 5 days before of the full-moon
night, was roaming around the sky like a beautiful and lonely young lady,
searching for love. The overwhelming love of moon was being sprinkled in the
earth in the form of seraphic moonlight; the water of the river, reflecting the
moonlight, is looking like a natural flow of melted silver inside the beautiful
forest surrounded by the rocks and soils of the Mountain from far distance... The
proud flag of Kanchhwara Rajputs at the top of the fort terrace, at the highest
range of the nearby peak of the mountain was proudly announcing the greatness
of the wealth and heritage of their ancestors. The gorgeous fort floating in
the sea of light and joy was beaming in darkness from far. Yes, it is the fort
of Amer. If the whole Rajputana is a beautiful lady and Mewar is her heart;
Amer can easily achieve the status of being her maangtika', a precious gemstone in
the heart of the dessert. </font><font color="#003366"><font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Suddenly
a sharp neigh pieced the peaceful air of the silent night... A horse was running
towards the lake to quench its thirst. The horse was certainly not alone; it
had a rider on its back too, and from the smart posture of that man on the
running horse it was clear that his skill of horse-mounting is not of a day's
practice, he has spent such a quality time of his whole life on the horse's
back that the speed of horse's leg has been equated with his own speed. He was
coming on the horse, piercing the air of the dark sky, from the ray of moon,
like a prince offairy-tales, like the warrior heroes from the pages of History...
</font></font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The
horse stopped in front of the lake; Master stopped it with a gentle measured
strain in the knot. He jumped from its back after it released its velocity and
started quenching its thrust. He caressed the hairs of the horse with all his
affection, hugged its neck. "Jee bhar ke pani pi lo Tufaan! Tufaan se bhi tej
bhage ho aaj tum!"[Drink water as much as you like Tufaan! Today you have
run more than the speed of wind.] He whispered in its ears. </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Leaving
the horse to take rest, he started some free-hand exercises to stretch his body
after the long horse-riding. The masculine sculpture of his strong body became
visible under the sweated outfit, a cheap kamij of cheap threads he had clad
on, proving that he is not any mere passerby, but a gallant youth warrior. He
cannot be categorized as a tall and uniquely handsome person; rather his short
bold physic is very common among the common men, but still, from distinct
manner of standing, from the style of his walking it was quite clear that he is
not common. He is different- far different...</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The
grand bell of announcing time rang from the far fort; the man looked at the
fort. He is young, just has stepped in the adulthood. Maybe his age has not
crossed even 20 by now. The innocence of boyhood has not yet wiped out fully
from the sharp features of his face by the strikes of experiences and maturity,
no matter how much he has tried to hide that by keeping a mustache. But in this
innocence there is something different- that will compel the people in front of
him to respect him... he is distinctly different. He gazed at the beautiful and
affluent fort, smiling slightly. His bright eyes shone in the moonlight. So he
is very close to his destination! "Hum aa gaye Amer! Aapki khubsurati ko aapne
aankho se mahesoos karne ke liye hum aa gaye!" [Here I come Amer. I have
come to feel your beauty with my eyes!] He murmured... </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">He
slowly moved to the lake, beside which his horse was grazing happily after
having a lot of water, ran his hand in his mane with lots of affection and then
bent down to his knees to wash his face and drink water to wipe out his tire
from face. He opened the turban from his head and splashed water in the face
and forehead, and a soothing feeling was overpowering his tired body, just
then!</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The young man felt a sharp cold metallic touch
in his throat! A sword!! His eyes trembled in excitement. His hand instantly
went to the sword of his waist. How could his instinct have missed the presence
of any person behind him!</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Amer
ki athitheyata ki koi tulana nhi!"[Nothing can be compared with Amer's
welcoming of guests.] He smirked. "Paani piti hue atithi ke upar talwar
utha rahe hay!"[You are waving sword towards a drinking guest?]</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Kon
ho tum? Guptchar?"[Who are you? A spy?] A silvery sweet young voice came
from his backside, with the sword being almost cut his throat. The youth
understood that he is in tough position; but still he smiled. Perhaps danger is
an entertainment to him!</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Ek shrant pathik hay hum!"[I am a tired passer-by!]
He said. "Tumhare or tumhare mitti ki atithi."[A guest of you and your soil.]
While saying this he tried to turn his neck a bit, to see the gallant young boy
behind him, who is so skillful that he didn't even suspected his presence
before the touch of sword! But the sword-man did not give him that scope.
"Hilna maat!"[Don't move!] He ordered in his extremely sweet and
modulated voice. </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The
youth smiled and fixed his eyes in the clear water of the lake to see the
audacious boy behind him. A little man the warrior is. The moonlight has fall
on his head, and he is looking like bless of the moon, directly coming down
from the reign of sky. He is in a white dress, even his face was covered with
the cloth of white turban, only eyes are visible, as they are beaming in the
moonlight. How much will be this warrior in age? From his short and small
figure and the voice he does not seem to be more than 14, though his eyes were
too matured to be a small boy. Who is he? Cannot be a guard of the fort or the
border, then? </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Kon
ho tum?"[Who are you?] The warrior raised his voice a bit. "Mughal?"</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Mughal!"
He smiled. "Hum ek insaan hay...Kya yeh paryaapt nehi?"[I am a human. Is not
this enough?] </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Perhaps
this answer was not expected, so the soldier-boy became a little unmindful and
the gallant youth spontaneously took the opportunity of the moment. In a unique
technique he suddenly clenched the hand of the attacker and managed to make him
lie down in the ground effortlessly, placing his shining sword at his throat. </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Or
ek parichay hay mera... Hum ek yoddha hay."[I have another one identity. That
is, I am a warrior.] He stated calmly, while trying to uncover his face.
The boy instantly gave a strong jerk to protest, and stood up immediately by a
skillful stunt without any support of hands. "Yodhha ho to uska praman do.
Yuddh karo!" [Then prove that. Fight!]He welcomed... </font><font color="#003366"><font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Both
the swords shone along with the eyes of the warriors. Then a blood-freezingsword fightstarted under the vast sky, the beautiful moon being witness of it...
The youth is a god-gifted fighter; it was looking like he is floating in the
air with the heavy sword. His each and every attack was as sudden as thunder,
as his opponent can never guess from where he will attack. His technique and
grip over the sword was amazing, so was his perfect structure of being a strong
fighter; but the boy, in spite of being less powerful than his opponent, he was
not in a form to lose. He was answering each and every strike very skillfully!
If the young fighter was a thunder, he was a spark who can be converted into a
devastating fire anytime... The young man
was amused with the skills of the warrior kid. He has not met such a warrior
for a long time who has the ability to compete him equally. </font></font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">After
a long trial of fighting, the youth was able to grip his opponent. At last he
managed to grapple his body, which was surprisingly too tender, and smiled
viciously placing the sword on his throat from close now. Strangely, a sign of
uncomfortable feeling suddenly reflected in the fearless eyes of that warrior.
"Chor do hume!!!"[Leave me!] He hissed with all his protests from his
side. </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Itni
jaldi nehi!"[Not so fast!] The youth took his sword and went to remove
the turban of his head which was covering his face too, as it is a sign of
defeat, ignoring the strong protests from his opponent. He flew the turban
swiftly and uncovered his head and... He got the greatest shock of his life! </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Ek
aurat!!!"[A woman!!] His hold got loosed automatically as he had
instantaneously moved a step backward in shock! In the sudden blow, he even
forgot the situation and his own mother-tongue came out!'</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Haa hum
ek naari hay!"[Yes, I am a woman!] The warrior in front of him was now
again with a sword in her hand. Her hairs had been freed from the tie, and like
the dark cloud of rains they had spread around her spotlessly beautiful face.
There was fire in her eyes... the fire of angry grief for disclosing her identity
in front of a stranger! She again rotated the sword in front of his eyes,
saying "Yoddhhao ka koi prakar nehi hota, naari-purush ved nehi hoti! Agar veer
ho, to humari lalkaar swikaaro!"[The warriors do not have any variance, any
difference of man and woman! If you are valiant, then accept my challenge.]
</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The
youth was unable to control his shameless eyes to gaze on her beautiful face
wet in sweat. The mesmerizing feelings that he had built for the wonderfully
skilled opponent, gradually was changing into a strange attraction, or may be
an obsession for the amazing lady. The young man has seen lots of woman in his
life till now, but has never seen anyone like her- a perfect combination of
beauty, courage and flair... </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Kya
hua veer? Uthao aapna talwar or baar karo!"[What happened warrior? Take your
sword and attack!] The fiery voice of the gallant young girl pierced the
peace of air. The mesmerized expression of the youth's eyes suddenly converted
into a flirty yet gentle smirk. In a blink of eyes, he pulled her hands and
drew her very close; despite of all her aversion she could not do much to
prevent him from doing that... maybe as his hold was too firm to loose, or his
deep brown gleaming eyes had something...something exceptional, like a magnet...
perhaps. He even clasped her by her waist, taking his lips closer to her, too
close to feel her each and every breath, whispering. "Raat ki ghane andhere me
ek nistabdh jungle me ek ekele purush ko yudhh ke liye lalkar rahi
ho?Veerangana, aab kya karogi?" [You are challenging a man for war in a
silent jungle of lonely dark night? O valiant woman, what will you do now?]</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">His
vicious smirk was instantly dimmed by another sound of vicious laugh. The girl
imprisoned in his arm laughed out loudly, without any fear, any worry... With an
amusing voice she spoke out. "Ek veer ko aapni sahayoddhha me purush or naari
ki ved nehi dikhti. Unhe srif pratidwandhi dikhta hay! Aapne purushakar se
naari ki naaritwa ko harane wala purush yodhha nehi, shrigal hote hay! Or..." [A
valiant warrior does not see the difference of man and woman in his opponent.
He only sees the competitor! Who tries to defeat the womanhood of a woman by
his manliness is not a warrior, is a jackal!] She took her lips to his ear,
whispering... "Ek shrigal se aapni rakshan kaise karna parta hay, yeh veerangana
o bhali bhati jaanti hay!"[And this valiant woman knows how to protect
herself from a jackal!] Her eyes were sparkling in confidence and
haughtiness. Without a blink of his mesmerized eyes, the valiant youth freed
the valiant woman; passed a content and gentle smile full of respect, and
signed to her sword. </font><font color="#003366"><font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The
fight started again in the romanticambiancebeside the lake, under the vast
sky full of stars... The swords were colliding with each other, producing the
sparkle of fire. His eyes were full of mesmerizing passion; her eyes were
reflecting fire... But with each of the movements and steps with the sword, they
were creating an enchanting musical aura. The rhythm of the collision of the
sword was piercing the silent air like the sound of musical instrument, like a
joyous song after war. It seemed from their swift movement of fight that Rudra,
the God of destruction is dancing the dance of annihilation along with his
Rudrani... They were complementing each other, as if they were destined for each
other...</font></font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">After
a long contest; the young woman was tired at last. Her legs were trembling,
hands were weak; she was gasping in tire and exhaust. Though her hold of sword
had not been affected a bit, but still she was losing in front of the unlimited
energy level of the more practiced and more powerful young warrior. Suddenly,
being unable to control a dodging she missed her balance and fell down. </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">With
a strange smile with the mixture of respect, satisfaction and fascination in
eyes, the youth again raised his sword. She was going to defense, but much to
her surprise, the warrior did not attack her; he dropped his sword from his
hand, and smirked. "Hum haar maante hay!"[I accept my defeat.] </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">She
was astonished. She was shocked. She was spellbound to see his gesture. But
with the pride of warrior she asked. "Kyu? Jite hue yudhh har kar kya siddhh
karna chahte ho?" [Why? What are you trying to prove by losing a won battle?]</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Jitne
ke liye humesha dusre ko harana avasyak nehi hota hay veerangana...haarke bhi
kabhi kabhi yudhh jita ja sakta hay!"[It is not necessary to lose the
opponent to win, o valiant woman... One can defeat by being defeated too!]
The variant warrior exclaimed. He stretched his hand to help the opponent girl
to stand up from the ground. "Hum nehi chahte hay ki navratri ki subh absar par
kisike khun bahe. Hume yodhha hone ka praman dena tha, humne o de diya!"[I
don't want that blood flows in the sacred nights of Navratri. I had to prove my
identity of being a warrior, and I have proved that! ]</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Khsatriya
ke chadmabesh me tum kon ho veer?" [Who are you in the disguise of
khsatriya, o valiant warrior?] The girl exclaimed, with a great admiration
in her voice.</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Khsatriya
ke chadmabesh?"[Disguise of Khsatriya?] He laughed out. "Fir to tum bhi
chadmabesh me hi ho! Naari ki chadmabesh!" [Then you are too in disguise...In
the disguise of woman!]</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The
young lady was starring to him with enchanted eyes. Disguise of a woman! He is
able to see the warrior inside her overlooking her disguise' of womanhood! Who
is this charming man with strength in arms, respect in heart and dreams in
eyes?</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Tum
bideshi ho, yudhh kala me nipun, parantu guptchar nehi! To kon ho tum?" [You
are a foreigner, skillful in war, but not a spy! Then who are you? ]</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Hum
yoddhha hay. Kya iske praman nehi mila tumhe?"[A warrior. Have not you got
the proof yet?] He smiled sadly. "Ek yodhha kabhi guptchar nehi ho sakta
hay veerangana!"[A warrior can never be a spy!]</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Gyat
hay hume. Parantu tum itni raat ko kya karne aye ho yeaha?" [I know. But what are you doing here in this night? ] She
asked again.</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Amer
me aapni vagya ki khoj karne gharse nikle hay virangana... Amer ko dekhne aye
hay!"[I have come to search my fortune in Amer, o gallant woman; I have come
to see Amer!] He said. "Parantu Amer me aapna pair rakhne ki pahele hi
sayad usse mil liye hay hum!"[But perhaps I have met her before keeping feet
in her soil.] He uttered.</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Srif
mujhe dekhke pure Amer ki bichar karoge veer?"[You are going to judge the
whole Amer by seeing me warrior?] She smiled. "Parichay patra hay tumhare
paas kille me ghusne ke liye? Kisise koi likhit anumodan laye ho taaki tumhe
kille me prabesh ki anumati mile?" [Do you have any ID proof to enter into
the fort? Do you have any authenticated sighed document to get the permission
of entering the fort?] </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The
youth gave a confused look. She smiled again. "Dikhao aapna parichay patra." [Show
me your documents.] </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Yeh
taalao ki dhar Amer ki chauki nehi ki hume tumhe koi pramaan dena pare! Yeaha
to prakriti ki raaj chalti hay, humse puchtanchh karne wali tum kon hoti ho?
Tumhare paas hay aapna koi parichaypatra? "[This bank of lake is not a
police station of Amer so that I have to show any proof! We are under the reign
of nature, who are you toinquireme here? Do you have any ID proof? ]</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The
young lady understood that the words of this man are even mightier than his
sword, and she will not able to defeat him in logic. So she laughed. "Parantu
tumhara naam to puch sakti hhu na main? Nam kya hay, konsi desh se aye ho, kon
si veer vansh me janm hua hay tumhara..."[But can't I ask your name? What is
your name, from where you are, what your heredity...is]</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Hum
ek insaan hay. Isse bara parichay kya hoga humara?Tumne hi kaha na abhi ki
yodhhayon me koi ved nehi hota? To?" [I am a human. What identity will be
greater than this? You told before a moment that there is no difference among
the warriors. Then?] He smiled. "Or kya farq parta hay mere naam se? Ek
raat ki parichay hay hum dono ka! Ajnabi hi rahene do hume!"[And what will
make difference by my name? We have only an acquaintance of one night! Let me
be a stranger! ] His voice had drowned in a strange emotion. </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Nehi
puchoge ki hum kon hay?"[Will you not ask me who am I?] The girl asked
with an impressed voice. </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Kya
farq parta hay!" He sighed. "Tumhare naam jo bhi ho, tumhare talwar ki dhar se
bara to nehi ho sakta na? Tumhe hum kabhi nehi vulenge veerangana, or tumhare
parichay hogi tumhari bijli jaisi talwar... Aapne naam batakar us parichay ko
phika mat karo." [What will make difference! Whatever your name maybe,
cannot be greater than your sword. I will never forget you valiant woman, and
your entity will be the sharpness of your sword... Don't fed the brightness of
this entity by telling your name!] </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The
young lady gave a content smile to the young warrior, and then tied her hairs
again before wearing the turban. Who will suspect her as a beautiful woman in
the doorstep of adulthood after she fully dresses in the warrior's outfit! </font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">While
mounting on her white horse, she looked at the warrior again, murmuring "Hum
bhi tumhe kabhi bhul nehi payenge veer yodhha!" [I will also not be able to
forget you, o gallant warrior!]</font><font color="#003366" face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The
horse again vanished in the darkness, as if she again mingled in the moonlight
from where she had come from. The youth kept starring at her path. Are all the
girls of this dessert land same like her? Or she is the unique one! Like a wild
dream of a sleepless tired night of war-field, a rhythm of a deep passionate
poem, a mesmerizing tune of an old, forgotten song the glimpse of the fiery
eyes of the valiant yet beautiful woman kept on roaming inside the lanes of his
large passionate heart...</font><font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3" color="#333333">NEXT CHAPTER LINK_____</font>
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