Untold Secrets!!! ~Thread 2~ Chap 20 UPTD PG 126 27th Jan!!!

The usual quietude in the palace had now been replaced with the vibrancy of the marriage preparations that was supposed to take place in Maharani Mahal, ideally the same Maharani Mahal that had made the emperor go sleepless and haunted the minds of everyone who had dared to come into this deserted town.

There had to be specific reason so as to why the old mir khan had selected this secluded town to settle for he had could achieve the most cherished ambition of his life and that would have been possible only by staying in this very town of Surajgarh.

The lonesome buildings of this town perfectly fitted into his device that he had been waiting for so long to carry out his plan. For the sole reason he had requested the emperor to allow him to stay in this sequestered town.

For which the emperor whole heartedly permitted him to pass his life in solitude in this city, although he wasn't much aware of mir's background except that he was an old man who was a devout to the culture and religion and hailed from Bihar.

The emperor was more than pleased to allot him the monthly allowance and so the old mir khan had been peacefully living in this town along with his granddaughter jodha, servant and maid servant Ismail and Asma.

There was a kind of vagueness about his family amongst the minds of the people but jodha's existence had been in total murkiness as the old mir had preferred to keep it a secret due to the religious vow.

Also there was another major reason to keep her in concealment given to the fact that she was a beauty class apart, if the emperor got a hint of her existence in Mir's house, she would have not been spared and immediately be snatched from her family by the emperor to satiate his lust.

For all the above reasons the old man selected this secluded place away from all the hindrances.

Jodha was never a prisoner there as she was given every bit of comfort which she needed to lead a comfortable life by her grandfather, Asma and Ismail.

And so as to make her aware of the outside world, she was always been taken to the capital to see its magnificence, the grandeur with which the mughal palace stood and the life of the common people around, the huge monuments that stood a tall gaping at the people below.

The vibrant city that it was with hustling and bustling markets that carried along with it the aroma of the spices and of the ittar, the chaos of the customers and the sellers with its busy streets to gallivant around. Everything seemed to have enthralled her.

For a pretty long time the old mir lived a life of solitude in this deserted town. Till jalal marked his entry into this town, there were none except for the old mir khan and his family whilst the Moulvi of the mosque who seemed to have been well disposed off towards the old man.

This Moulvi did have many roles to play upon; he was none other than Ismail himself who would in the garb of the Mouvli receive the monthly allowances from the emperor himself on behalf of the old man.

The old mir was so sure of jalal gaining the throne so much so that the recent adversaries dint dampen his high spirit. Moreover his heart leaped with joy when he realized that Shehzaada had been fallen for jodha's charms and her beauty.

When the alliance was proposed from jalal himself, the old man was overwhelmed and whole heartedly gave his consent for the marriage and today the day was here when jalal and jodha was supposed to enter into wed lock and lead a blissful life.

The Mahal at its centre had a beautiful conically shaped structure which at first glimpse of it gave an impression of a ceiling but then it had been beautifully painted and lavishly furnished room, spacious enough so as to accommodate as many people with many secret doors and windows away from the public appearance.

Furthermore, there was another artifice to this, which is where the bedstead on the second floor along with the person sleeping on it could with ease be taken to the beautifully bedecked room which never ceased to exist with all the luxuries befitting the era.

There were beautifully painted portraits that hung on the walls that simply enhanced the beauty and the essence of the pleasure room.

From this very conically shaped structured luxurious room at the apex of the palace, ran another small way cutting through the walls that ended up right down beneath.

None could even in dreams get a clue about this secret tunnel leading down but then it had been connected to a much larger passage that ran beneath the ground.

Adjoining this passage there lay another place which was supposed to be the residence of the old Mir khan which had its free access.

If anyone would like to flee from the old man's house by concealing his identity he could do so and none would come to know except for the people around the place.

Like an apparition the person would disappear into thin air and none would even come to know about this.

This didn't end up here as this very passage did run under ground by the side of the fort beneath the hilly belt into the long distance deep inside the forest to the temple that was situated within its enclosure.

The temple evidently had been of Lord Rama as the long pathway met this very Rama temple where anyone who escaped from that secret pathway from the ruins would escort them into the outwards of the city through this temple.

Despite the vast force of the emperor that surrounded the city, their meticulous efforts to capture jalal, they had to taste defeat as both jodha and jalal when hit by the adversaries took to hideout in these very deep forests or the Rama's temple.

Meanwhile...

The preparation of the marriage had kind of its own freshness that left jalal speechless in wonder.

One could only imagine the motive behind arranging the marriage function in this chamber so as to keep the secrecy from the already moving spies of the emperors and his soldiers which could baffle even the intelligence of the spy.

The Shehzaada by nature was a beautiful young man with distinguishing personality.

There was no need for him for any extra addons to enhance his natural handsome looks. His complexion being very fair, flawless and clear, his nose had been straight, his lips red and full whilst his eyes were large with brown orbs that brimmed with intelligence in short, he was a man with dynamic looks and chiseled facial features.

Jalal had put on a golden crown that had been richly ornamented with the diamonds and the pearls. The costume that had adorned his physique had simply made him look wondrous.

Jalal had been flummoxed at the way the room had been so sumptuously decorated. He couldn't comprehend even in his dreams as to how one could carry out the arrangements of the marriage in this secluded place.

All the necessity was looked off for the performance of Hindu marriage.

A Hindu priest was present who had been dressed in white silk cloth and remained seated on the carpet on the floor whilst, the old Mir had too been bedecked in a silk cloth where another silk cloth hung around his neck giving him an impression of every bit of a Hindu.

At a far distance stood Asma and Ismail where both too had dressed up in a hindu costume whilst eagerly waiting for to hear say from the old man. But strange enough the bride was nowhere to be seen.

Jalal was taken by surprise seeing the mir and his servants in this Hindu attire. He gave a quick glimpse upon the old Mir and both his servants whilst his mind seemed to be clouded with a sense of dubiety.

For a moment jalal looked to be lost and dazed as his mind tried to fathom the situation around him, when he was drifted out of his trance with the arrival of two heavenly beauties one of which had been the lady monk who had tied her long curly hair long enough touching her waist whilst another young gorgeous lass was none other jodha, the epitome of beauty who looked no less than the damsel descended on earth.

Seeing jodha draped in a bridal outfit jalal's heart leaped with joy, he was completely mesmerized by her beauty as he kept admiring her features that seemed to have taken his breath away.

Composing himself he asked, "What is all this I am seeing jodha?" as he spoke he cast a blank look at the lady monk and to his bewilderment he found her to be very much familiar to him.

After few seconds of retrospection he realized that this very lady in monk's regalia was none other than ganga herself.

Stunned, as he stood still for a moment. Jodha in a sweet voice said, "Your gracious Majesty, she is my dearest mother".

His face bore the confounded look as he was trying to grasp the words that had managed to transpire his ears and so he in a dazed voice murmured, "G...ganga... m..mother ...of ...Jodha..."

Ganga with a beauteous smile advanced towards jalal and said, "Shehzaade jalal pardon me, but you ought to get perplexed at the very situation you are put into and the sight which you are enduring too but I would like to enlighten with all my misfortunes that had emerged on us as I was compelled to serve as a kaneez..."

As she spoke her voice choked as she couldn't speak anymore. There was momentary silence in the room, after a lull she braced herself and continued further, "Shehzaade, you still do have ample of time with you, if you do not feel right thing to marry a kaneez's daughter then you can step back..."

Jalal interrupted and said, "Why do you feel so? I am more than pleased to espouse her and make her the companion of my life. She will rule my heart and will be Malika e Hind".

Hearing these profound words from jalal, ganga's eyes welled up with tears as she couldn't hold her emotions back whilst wiping her tears she broadly smiled and said, "God bless you, I profess it to you that very soon you will be the emperor of the Mughal Empire, there will be the time when your success will reach at its peak and you would be very lovingly entitled as the guardian of the mankind".

Putting up a forced smile he said, "Oh! Mother I do not really have any hopes of getting the throne, but nevertheless I haven't still lost the strength and the courage to fight and get what I want and I will surely strive towards my aim and ambition not merely to make jodha the empress of Hindustan but to see my subjects leading their lives in peace tranquility and foremost in total happiness".

On seeing jalal in high spirits ganga grinned and said, "Shehzaade jalal, I had the same expectations from you that you would be a benevolent emperor and serve for the welfare of the subjects, I can see very well that the subjects under you would lead a blissful life".

Avidness in his voice jalal said, "Mother, if god wills everything will fall into its rightful place, as of for now I shall go ahead with this marriage ceremony with jodha although she is a Hindu by her birth but then I am a man of liberal thinking and so would I have no qualms in marrying jodha as we do have very short time and danger awaits us like a hawk".

Ganga assured him, "There is no reason for you to worry Shehzaade, as long as you are with us none can cause you any harm, in an advent of any danger we would protect you by risking our lives".

Jalal calmly said, "I know mother and I am very grateful to you, had I not received any help from your side, god alone knows where I would have been landed into".

Ganga spoke in a firm voice, "Shehzaade before you tie a knot with jodha I would like you to know about her parental background..."

Jalal placed his hand on ganga as his eyes blinked in assurance, he said, "Oh! Mother I do not seek any interest into knowing about her past, but if you want to narrate the details you can go ahead with it".

Ganga smiled and said, "Shehzaade please be seated as I would be narrating you about her family history".

The face that gleamed with radiance had suddenly fallen pale and the commanding voice had seemed to be gagged with the outburst of emotions, whilst pointing towards the old Mir she said, "Shehzaade, he is my father in law.

He was the chief of Keshpur which lies in the Subah of Bihar.

The general of Bihar had been too cruel as he slew my husband and so I was sent as a bandi to Delhi in your father's harem.

The general of Bihar had done forceful conversion of my entire family, my father in law was engulfed by a sense of humiliation as he was an orthodox Brahmin, he instantly left that place but not before taking my daughter jodha, who was merely a child of three or four years old whilst I had come to Delhi to serve as a kaneez in your father's harem.

The day we were tortured and traumatized by that general, we pledged ourselves that we would live up to this day and fulfill the aim of our lives".

The room fell into brief stillness. Lava of emotions had been accumulating within her as her eyes shot red whilst she self composed and after a brief lull she narrated the story.

Albeit, bitterness evident in her voice, she spoke, "Pardon me for this brief silence, but now you might have been aware that the same general had got his due punishment as he was been assassinated by his own enemies, but then my vengeance dint stop me here as I took vow of making my daughter worthy of an empress of Hindustan and for past twenty years of my life this thought spurred me within my soul as I strived hard to see my daughter sitting on the throne".

"I can foresee that very soon you will be adorned to the throne of this Sultanate as a chaste wife's prediction never proves futile".

"I shall prove worthy of your expectations my mother".

Jalal whilst rising from his seat, a proud smile crept on his lips he spoke, "I am sure off you are worth an empress of Hindustan there should be no place for any uncertainty in your mind jodha".

Ganga's body sang in happiness as she heard these ardent words.

After ages she felt that genuine felicity and contentment bubbling within her, albeit in a slight sadness she said, "On! My child jodha, I shall not get back to the Mughal court to teach you the lesson on politics as I would retire for rest of my life in celibacy and would meditate the name of god who dwells within my soul.

I shall see you the day you sit on the throne next to Shehzaade Jalal as the Malika of the Sultanate god bless you both".

An uncomfortable silence that had engulfed the room was broken by jalal's voice, "Mother, I would like to bow down to your efforts amidst all the misadventures that arisen, you accomplished the vow that had taken years ago.

Oh! Mother I will need your blessings to see myself tasting every bit of success and the strength that would be needed to conquer the trials and tribulations that would fall on my way and overcome all the weaknesses within me".

Ganga placed her hand on his head whilst jalal bowed his head a bit and said, "Shehzaade, the words coming from a chaste lady always becomes true".

Jalal in a curious tone said, "Mother, now I am very much eager to know about Asma and Ismail would you like to throw light on their lives too if you do not feel otherwise?"

Ganga with a satisfied look said, "Shehzaade, she isn't Asma neither she was the famous panwali Vimla but she is jodha's daima Shailaja who had been taking care of my daughter jodha in my absence and she has showered upon her all the love and care more than I could have done".

Jalal stood bemused at ganga as he tried to absorb into those words that did strike his ears a little while ago, with a smiling countenance he said, "If destiny approves I would like to reward this Shailaja".

Ganga whilst pointing a finger at guru charan said, "There he is guru charan the husband of Shailaja, we know him since his childhood but the truth is he was the most prominent man of our group as we all owe our success to him since his phenomenal powers could achieve us everything that had we planned for".

Jalal approached towards guru and whilst placing his hand on his shoulder he smirked, in a majestic voice he said, "It never struck me even in my thoughts that Ismail and guru charan are one and the same individuals, well if I ought to be the emperor then I would surely appoint you as the ventriloquist of my court, but then wait, I just changed my mind and pondered upon to appoint you on the post of Wazir, you could be the Wazir e Sultanate".

Guru charan simply bowed to him and with hands folded along his chest, he yielded, "Your Highness, its your greatness that you have find me worthy for the post of the Wazir but then pardon me, Your Majesty, I am afraid I shall not be able to do justice with the position I am given to, but one thing I can assure you that I can very well carry out the duties of a ventriloquist".

On hearing his words the entire room echoed with the boisterous laughter.

Meanwhile, their laughter ceased with the old man's loud voice that seemed to have resonated within the confinement of the walls, "The auspicious time is here, so let us all proceed with the marriage ceremony as we can have more of this conversation when the time permits".

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Once for all, the time had finally arrived when the very much in love, jodha and jalal shall tie the knot and both seemed to look extremely excited as they would see in front of their eyes the long cherished dream happening in real which they had developed for each other.

Jodha's heart fluttered with the new sensations of entering into another phase of life, considering his own feelings, jalal's case was no less different as even he seemed to be pretty much elevated to start a new life with his lady love who had been part of his life and soul.

Jodha looked nervous as they headed towards the sacred fire where d wedding rituals were supposed to take place.

He slightly tilted his face to have a glimpse of her and realized how nervous she looked. He softly squeezed her hand whilst assuring her through his eyes that everything would be good and happened for the best.

A single assurance from him brought tears into her eyes but then these tears probably had been of contentment, his one gesture and it did worked wonders.

She immediately wiped them with back of her palm before it was been noticed by jalal. The wedding ritual started with jaimala ceremony wherein jodha and jalal both exchanged the garland of flowers.

The immediate ritual of kanyadaan had to be performed but the very thought that ganga couldn't perform this ritual brought tears of sadness into ganga's eyes which dint go unnoticed by everyone present there.

But Shailaja and Guru were kind enough and looked more than pleased to perform this ritual on ganga's behalf as they felt honored to complete this ritual since, they always cared and loved jodha as their own daughter to be precise she was more than a daughter to Shailaja and their efforts bore fruits as their long wait to perform this pious ritual had finally arrived.

Shailaja whilst placing her hand on ganga's shoulder assured her, "Oh! Mother when I have treated jodha as my own daughter why do your face bore the marks of sadness, worry not mother I and my husband would wholeheartedly perform this ritual as we both would be more than pleased and honored to accomplish this kanyadaan".

A smile of joy and satisfaction lit up ganga's face as she took Shailaja's hand in her hand and caressed her cheeks for being such a kind and understanding guardian she was.

Guru too joined in to give assurance to this motherly figure ganga and advanced towards the bridegroom to carry on the kanyadaan ritual where he placed jodha's right hand over the right hand of jalal.

After which holy water was poured on the palms of the couple, whilst the priest recited few verses of vedic hyms. Jalal wholeheartedly accepted this ritual by gently placing his hand on jodha's shoulder a kind of reassurance that he would take care of her and shower her with all the love and protection she deserved to be in her life.

The ritual of entrusting the bride to the groom was successfully performed by Guru accomplishing the ritual of kanyadaan.

Both stood to perform the next ritual which had been the mangalpheras around the sacred fire after which the saptapadi or the seven vows were taken, where as per the priest saying, jalal took jodha's hand and lead her for the first four rounds, where both took their vows of carrying out their duties and responsibilities towards each other at the same time acting towards the development of their mental and spiritual powers, where jalal took the vow of protecting jodha and their future children, thereby swapping their places jodha finished the last three rounds being ahead of the groom jalal, at the same time both took the last remaining vows of being in harmony and peace with mutual love and trust, to share and support in each other's pain and happiness, success and failure, to be loyal whilst being committed to each other only and be the true companions for the life time and work as a unit to make their marriage successful healthy and prosperous.

The ritual of seven vows culminated thereby the bridegroom remained seated as jalal filled jodha's parting lines with vermillion. Jodha and jalal got up and bowed down ganga's feet to take the blessings from her where she seemed to be at peace as contented smile crept on her lips she blessed the couple for their blissful life.

After which the newlywed couple did take blessings of mir khan and Guru and Shailaja. They were showered blessings from everyone.

The old mir suggested jalal to perform wedding as per islam mannerisms too and jalal looked very impressed with this witful suggestion of the old man.

Guru charan had already done with the marriage preparation meant to take place in the mosque and so without wasting any moment here, he advanced towards the mosque wherein the couple and others too followed him.

There could be no iota of doubt that could be left in one's mind that jodha and jalal had performed the rituals of two different sorts of wedding ceremonies one after the other.

The kazi seemed to have been waiting to carry on the rituals for the wedding. The couple entered into the mosque. Even though jodha had been wedded to jalal as per the hindu customs still she could feel her tensed nerves and wondered for what it was as she clenched on to the ends of her pallu which dint go unnoticed by jalal who lovingly looked at her and held her hand whilst once again he gently squeezed it to reassure her.

Jodha's face brimmed with glee and putting up a contented smile she faced jalal. The kazi recited few verses from kuran whilst, in between asked jodha whether she agreed to marry jalal from beneath her glimmering veils she nodded in affirmation and the kazi repeated the same words to jalal to which he too nodded affirmatively that he agreed to marry jodha.

Once the recital of verses by kazi was done he closed the book and placed it in a carved wooden box. As per the kazi's words both jodha and jalal were made to stand next to each other, where the kazi picked up an ewer of rosewater whilst jalal held out his hands, kazi poured the rosewater over them as a symbol of cleansing, the kazi then tipped what had been remaining into the translucent agate cup.

The kazi said, "Your Majesty, do drink this so as to confirm this union".

Jalal drank a few drops of the water and passed it over to jodha as she too drank the remaining water confirming their acceptance for each other.

Later that night...

Jalal entered the room albeit hesitantly as the mere thought of love of his life waiting for him sent tinkling sensations all over his body. For a moment he looked at the glittering curtains that glimmered in the soft light of oil lamps that reflected within the chamber.

He advanced towards the bed where jodha was sitting up her face had been fully covered with veil. From her body language it dint take much time for jalal to realize how nervous and uncomfortable she was, as she twisted the ends of her veil with her nervous fingers.

He sat next to her and gently unveiled to see the perfect oval shaped face, for the first time he felt she was more beautiful than she was, her delicately chiseled features, her soft skin as soft as honey whilst her large brown orbs, the depth he could only fathom by drowning into the ocean of emotions which she conveyed to him.

Jalal gently raised her chin as jodha couldn't lift her eyes up probably shy she was and so she simply preferred to look down as slight blush suffused her cheeks. She could hear her heartbeats rising faster than before.

He had been mesmerized by her breathtaking beauty as his desires quickened but trying to break the ice and make ease for her, he lovingly placed his hand on hers and said, "Jodha my love, you do not have to fear for anything. If you are not comfortable to take our marriage to next level I shall wait till you give your consent as I do not like to force upon you".

A gust of happiness filled her heart as she exhaled a deep sigh of relief after getting to know how he was making her feel comfy and wanted her to prepare her mind to enter into a relationship.

Jodha just smiled as the rush of excitement as well as nervousness preoccupied her mind as she said, "I do trust you and I would like to consummate our marriage and..."

Jalal interrupted her by placing his hand on her lips and he gently took it and touched those tender long fingers to his lips. He sensually gazed at her beautiful face as she could feel his passionate and intense gazes falling on her.

At the same time, he advanced towards her, his face barely inches from her; she could feel his warm breath on her face, whilst he rubbed his cheeks with hers. He slowly removed her jewelry which he felt that bothered him the most. He first removed her long jhumkas and sensually licked her earlobes as she closed her eyes to feel his love whilst jalal removed her necklace that been covering her neck.

He gently lifted her head and planted trail of kisses on her neck. He took off her maangtika and nath and opened her long tied silky tresses of hair that cascaded like a free flowing waterfall over her shoulders and down touching her waist. He freed her from her bridal attire and started running his hand along her soft contours of her body.

He felt his body on fire, for so long his hidden desires and passion that he had been controlling had now finally gave way, on seeing her delicate slender waist whilst her hips swelled curvaceous, her breasts large and in shape.

He felt like exploring her entire perfectly in shaped body, not wasting any moment he unrobed himself and slowly he slipped into the bed beside her. He could feel her warm body against his, as he lovingly touched her face and entwined his hands into her soft long tresses whilst smelling the aroma of her hair.

Jodha had her eyes wide open but they bore the expressions of trust, he gently pulled towards her and again planted trail of kisses, he further caressed her breast with his tongue as he could feel the hardening of her pink nipples her response towards him did encouraged him.

A thin gloss of sweat formed on jodha's body as his hands tenderly probed her. She had her eyes closed in pleasure but her lips seemed to have parted with timely moan. He parted her thighs and started caressing her.

As her body quivered in pleasure whilst her breathing fastened. She arched her back whilst a soft moan escaped her lips as she tightly pressed against him. Jalal had been judging her all the while for her to be ready as once he got the gist, he then carefully trying not to hurt her, he eased himself on her top, gently began to enter her.

He could sense the eagerness within jodha. He could feel the tightness in her yielding as he thrust harder, her cries grew louder and louder as they turned more into moan than the pain. He glimpsed at her keenly but could only see pleasure and not pain in her partially closed eyes.

After few moment he felt her at ease as he pushed passionately deep inside her at the same time, a sense of desire to protect her at all costs from all the lurking dangers engulfed his soul.

They seemed to move together as if bodies locked together entwined as their body drenched in sweat. He could no more hold back as his eyes squeezed and he fell back.

Mingled with his own orgasmic groans he could hear the moans of pleasure escaping from jodha's lips. He lay beside her, his hands cupping her lush slender curves he said nothing but then the madly in love couple had finally become one soul and one body.

She was his now and for forever.

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