'Look at me... at my eyes, Khan Sahib... and you will find your strength, your 'will' to fight, therein'
She continued to embrace his face with one hand - moulding the tender valleys of her palm around the rugged contours of his profile, continuing to share her powers with him. Her clasp was not a mere clasp then. It was an imprint, a silent message that this blind woman was leaving behind for her husband. It was an armour, a reminder that his wife would fight to protect him as fiercely as he always did for her. It wasn't a mere clasp. It was a union of two forms, a spell rousing him to shed this skin of tragic past and rise with strength anew. It was haven, a promise that she'd take him to a place far from pain. It was home, a gesture meant to make him reclaim his lost identity.
So, Akbar let his features willingly succumb to her, letting her touch leave its imprints, letting her fingers make love to him in ways she knew best, letting himself surrender to the armours of her protection, letting her keep him afloat - so he could be fed the next morsel and the ones thereafter.
And as promised, she was apparently leading him away, to a place far from the pain, riding towards home. With every stride they rode, the sordid reminders on his back faded further and further - as if he was indeed shedding this skin of tragic past, and rediscovering himself anew!
'Wait... pain fading... am I...' His head was light - yet, it was the first time he was thinking straight 'I... I am hallucinating... H... Heera... what have you added to this?'
In response, his Begum gave him a few sips of water, wiped his lips with a cloth and lay him down.
"They cannot take away our self respect if we do not give it to them.- Mahatma GandhiFor Khan Sahib, his sense of respect and identity was greater than his own life. And Heera knew it. She was like a queen, adorning the helmet on her husband's head and offering the sword her prayers as she sent him off to battle. There is a very high possibility that he might never return. But she would at least live her last days in the Imperial fort, knowing she gave her soulmate back the one thing he valued most!
Lashy Sahiba, the first excerpt was exceptionally written. It was a mere hold on his face to keep him awake but your stupendous writing took us to a whole new level of wonderment! ⭐️
Sending him off to the duel , with his respect, dignity and identity intact, like a true warrior!
Both the pictures ( have yet to see the movie ) are brilliant picks! 👏 👏 👏
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