Hello, guys I'm back with another torture of mine. Sorry for being gone for a long time just too busy with studies. This plot had been troubling me for over a month. So finally decided to jot it down. And I'll try to be regular as I've my holidays now. Enough bak bak so here's the prologue.
PROLOGUE
He was roaming correction hunting for her in the Madhavgarh (no place as such exists it's just my imagination). He is none other than the young handsome King Shehanshah Jalaludeen Mohammad himself. He had never searched for anyone with such desperation and dedication at the same time. After every five years a fair is held here where he first met her. He doesn't remember her face, her features, just her name Jodha. He remembers every incident, every place they had gone he even remembers her parents face. He was just 7 back then and she was a year younger to him 6. He tried to locate her parents but failed to do so. After 5years when he was 13 years old the fair was again held but he couldn't go. Even though he remembers promising her that they will surely meet because his parents were murdered suddenly and the whole Sultanate's responsibility eventually fell on his shoulders. Without having nobody except Mahamanga his Badi Ami to help him out. He had thought a zillion times how would have Jodha felt when she didn't find him there, would she have left all hopes of meeting him, but as much as he had known her in just 5 days he knew she would be waiting for him, just as she promised. After 13 years of waiting he had finally made it to the fair anticipating to see her again. Over the time he realized his longing for her had turned into love. Pure, unselfish and unconditional love. He didn't care whether she was a mere commoner or a princess, the former which he believes she is because as most kings think when they chose a mate that she should be wealthy all he desires is to love her and be loved by her. There was never a day in the past 13 years when he hadn't remembered her. He might have forgotten her face but he could recognize her aura. Being a commoner also she had won his heart. At times he thought had she hidden her identity the way he had? But he shooed away the thought. Because she sure was royal in every manner but not haughty and vain as the entire princess race are considered to be. Or are there exceptions? No .. He always concluded. She is a commoner. Today was the last day of the fair and with the passing day his hope of finding her seemed to die. ...
So, how was it? Please do leave your valuable comments and likes. Do tell me should I continue it or not. Thanks for reading, love, Ana.
INDEX
chapter-1 -Pg 6
chapter 2- Pg 10
chapter 3- Pg 13
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