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You love this story much? 😆 I am a bit lazy for this one. 😛 So now it's time for me to get up and update this story. 😆

See Stuti she also needs update not only me 😆...

"Manwa aage bhage re... Bandhoon sau sau dhage re...

Khwabyon se khel raha hay soye jaage re... Manwa aage bhage re... "

"What happened? Your mood is looking too much good today?" Moti asked with a gentle amusement in her voice. The princess has awaken too late today, and still lolling on the grand bed, humming a beautiful song in her idle yet melodious voice. The hangover of dream is still very much prominent in her eyes. She did not hear Moti, only sat up and started untying the braid while singing...

"Daari pe bole koyeliya... Kan-raas ghole koyeliyaa...

Saari raat aapne sapno me... soye jaage re... Manwa aage bhage re..."

"Tell me what happened?" Moti put her chin on the princess's shoulder in affection and whispered... "Who came in your dream yesterday? Suryabaan Singh?"

"Hhihhiihihi!!" The beautiful sound of giggle delighted the delightful sunrays even more. Kunwari Jodha Bai pulled Moti's head towards her and whispered... "Surya nehi, Chandra..." [It was moon, not the sun!]

"What?" Moti, as usual could not get her. Jodha again cracked up in laughter seeing her face.

"I think you have seriously gone mad!" Moti sighed.

"Well, I was a bit crazy from earlier... You know that!" Jodha stopped laughing. "Tell the maids to prepare hot water for my bath. I am hell tired!" And she again lied down on bed!

"Kunwari Sa! Kunwari Sa!" Moti started dashing her. "Who will tell this girl is going to be engaged a day after tomorrow? Huh!"

"So what?" Jodha sat up again supporting Moti's back. "Nothing will change with me after my marriage. I won't change, would I?"

"Every girl changes after marriage. After falling in love..." Moti smiled and whispered in her ears. "And today your untimely happiness giving me signal that you too have... fallen in love!"

"Love?" Jodha smiled in her own mind, then shook her head... "No, Moti... this cannot be a love... This is just... just... maybe a call of heart? "

"You are blushing Kunwari saa!"

"Really?" Jodha smiled delicately this time... The memories of the dreamy night of yesterday were not helping her but from blushing; she was feeling strangely, unboundedly happy all of a sudden... as if someone has freed an imprisoned bird out of its cage. So weird the last night was... how she got carried away with the melted silvery ray of moon, and the charm of Chandra! He was like an unsolved riddle to her till yesterday night, which she was eager to solve. But after the magical last night she has understood that Chandra is not just a small riddle. He is as deep as an ocean... One can lose herself inside him, but he is too great, too mysterious to be solved. Last night she too had lost in his deep mesmerized glares only. Forgetting her own entity, she just let herself go, and flowed with him in the tide of mellifluous tune... one after another, without thinking about the time, without thinking about her princely dignity, she spent almost the whole night with a stranger in an alone hut singing songs one after another... as if it was very normal... as if both of them knows each other from a long long era... the seraphic moonlight wiped out all the differences and dilemmas between them so spontaneously that they could not even feel that..." Chandrika dekh chhayi, peeya, chandrika dekh chaayi ...Chanda se milke, man hi man muskaayi...Sharad suhavan, madhu manbhavan...Virahi jano ka sukh sarasaavan...Chhaayi-chhaayi poonam ki ghataa, ghoonghat hata..."

"Again you started??? Kunwari saaa!!! Tell me what happen?" Moti nudged her again!"

"Kuch nehi meri pyari Moti Bai..." Giggling Jodha pulled her cheek. "Now you go, I am coming after getting ready..."

"Kunwari Sa!" Another attendant came inside whispering loudly. "What happened Leela?" Jodha looked at her.

"Shhh!!" Leela came in front chuckling and took out a scroll from under her veil. "Look, what I have brought for you!"

"What is this?" Jodha took the scroll from her and Leela's eyes beamed in joy and excitement. "Kunwarsa sent a letter to you Kunwarisa!"

"Kunwarsa? Letter? Who?" While opening the scroll Jodha frowned looking at her. "Which Kunwar? Sujamal Bhaisa or Bhagwant Bhaisa or..."

"Damn Kunwarisa!" Leela almost shouted in excitement. "Kunwar Suryabaan Singh! Your to-be-husband!"

"O My God! A LOVE LETTER!" Moti Bai jumped in excitement.

"Yes Moti Bai! I had gone to him with the Shagun which was sent by Rajmata, and he gave it to me, telling to give it to Kunwarisa!" Leela was gasping while explaining the most adventurous incident of her life. "He was so loving, and he was blushing while handing me the letter... and..."

Jodha kept the letter aside. Her dreamy happiness had vanished somehow in one moment. "Well, Moti and Leela, you people go now. After getting ready I will go to the rescue camp. Prepare everything for that." She ordered seriously.

"You will go to rescue camp now?" Moti shouted. "No way! What about a secret meeting with your Kunwar?" She winked. "I will manage everything!"

"No need. Engagement is knocking at the door, so we need not to..."

"Offf Kunwarisa! The actual fun in love is in the secret meetings." Moti told with gravity as she is the most experienced one. "I am sure, Kunwarsa has urged for the same. Don't worry, we will manage. Come Leela..." They rushed out the room without giving Jodha time to protest.

Jodha could not understand why her heart suddenly filled with a lot of irritations. With an antipathy she opened the letter. A long verse is written in a very beautiful handwriting- full of bookish languages and poetries. Jodha started reading... "I fall in love with you even before seeing you... When the elders talked for our marriage I knew that you are the only one whom I see in my dreams..." blah blah blah... Jodha started reading fast, skipping two-three lines from middle... She was feeling amused now. The young prince has got to see the face of the princess accidentally one day, and it seems he is unable to sleep after that. So such a desperate trial to woo her! "...I will see your path... I will be obliged if you get your time and meet me once..." He has concluded. So Moti was right! Prince wants to meet secretly before engagement. Wants to get the taste of adventure of secret affair in a completely marriage of negotiation!

Perhaps it is a normal gesture of a normal groom... but Jodha could not be happy! Perhaps she would be very happy and excited with this letter before two-three days, but today she could not be happy. All these love-setup seems hypocrisy to her now! She felt it very difficult to accept that this very ordinary man is going to be her destiny!

But he is her destiny!!

Jodha looked at the letter with a hopeless smile. Last night was a dream. This letter is the reality. Jodha Bai, don't let your dreams to overpower your rationality! Jodha took a long breath, caressed the letter. "I will go to meet you, Kunwar Suryabaan Singh!" She uttered, perhaps to convince her mind.

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The scorching heat of sunlight was already hitting the earthen wall of the hut, but Chandrajeet, alias Jalaluddin Mohammad was still lying on the ground idly, while his mind was busy in relishing the last night.

It is so weird! The emperor of Hindustan, who defines royalty himself, does not at all feel a bit uncomfortable lying on the ground of a broken hut so lately and thinking about a random commoner girl of a little territory of this desert land! What a peculiar situation it is! Jalaluddin Mohammad is flirting, wooing and becoming mesmerized by a common girl, and while spending time so his own identity is looking like a fallacy to himself?

Unique she is... a saturated smile glowed in Jalal's face. He can feel the melody in collision of swords beside the riverbank in his blood each and every moment. Their first meeting... The blazing, fearless, passionate warrior girl- like a ball of fire she had overpowered his thought in the first instance their eyes met... Then they met again, she came as a rescuer, as a shelter, and sooth him by her gentle touch... The third time they met, she came in a very different persona, a very assuring, comfortable friend, a witty reflexive smart one like a lightning bolt who shines most brighter than everything... They met only 3 times, and so easily she has taken a huge space in his heart and mind.

And her song, her voice- just as magical as her... Yesterday night she was singing, and the whole ambiance was floating in her melody! The dark night, the moonlight, the soothing breeze and the beautiful voice floating in the air... as if the whole sky was singing along with her..."Chandrika dekh chayi, Chandra se milke man hi man muskayi... chhaayi poonam ki ghataa, ghoonghat hata..."

Jalal took a long breath as the memories of the last night suddenly filled his heart with the strangest passion! This is something that he never felt. His heart was saturated with a strange content feeling, but there was a sheer sting of dissatisfaction in his mind. Mind says-come on Jalal, get up from dream and do something! You have to go away from this hazard as soon as possible and go back to your own life... Heart says- What is your own life Jalal? Forget that entity of Jalaluddin Mohammad, become Chandrajeet Rathore for these days; this moment is very small, cherish it! He knows he should listen to his mind, but the pull of heart is too strong... like an addiction it attracts, and burns the victim to the core!

No, he has wasted a lot of time from morning, now he should do something worth! After looking around everywhere with sharp eyes, Jalal got out of the hut. His foot has not healed completely and he was having quite difficulty in walk, so his pace was extremely slow yet measured and cautious. There was nothing special in surrounding. A little patch of green in the midst of desert burning in the blaze of angry sun; mostly covered with cactus-type plants but also eatable fruit-plants can be seen. He looked at surroundings, could not see any water body! It is really getting difficult now! Only thirst can be quenched from the water of the pitcher brought by Purnima- or maximum that can be utilized for other essential works. But it cannot be used for bathing! He is not getting scope of bathing recently; and hence cannot help from building a disgusting and repugnant idea about himself. He can guess his cloths started to sting badly now, with his body odour getting sweeter! Chii! Jalal started feeling sick even thinking about his condition! When the hell he will land up in Agra? He seriously is missing his grand hamam and special imperial soaps and perfumes now.

"At least something should be there... any water body like a pond or a well!" Jalal stared here and there helplessly! There was a locality and that too not very long ago, so there have to be any source of water... He kept on searching. And wow, he got to see a glimpse of a broken well behind the huts! "Thank God!" Sighing a relief Jalal went there. The water level is quite low in this desert land, but there is water. Pouring the bucket in the well he suddenly became unmindful. So this single almost dying well was the only source of all the people living nears the temple? The majesty of Amer should have thought about it! Or maybe they thought, but since technically the place is out of the fort, it took long time to solve the legal confusions.

However, he took the bucket and poured water on him. It was looking very rural and he could feel that, but Jalal was enjoying this new experience of bathing directly pouring water on head with fetching water with a bucket from wall. This one is interesting, quite unique from his regular hamam bath with lots of maids rubbing his body, and enjoyable and adventurous much than his tough battle-days. He poured bucketful for thrice more, and suddenly got back his sense that he has wetted his only set of dress! Damn!

While living all these childish moments, Jalal was quite enjoying his foolishness with his own. But suddenly something caught his attention, which took him back in his usual self. A head was peeping out from behind the bushes near to the hut, and two cautious eyes are observing him. So he is not free, there are a lot of eyes spying on him! Jalal felt worried; first he thought to catch the man, but he stopped himself from doing that at the very next instance. Whoever this man is, he should not suspect him as a spy! It will be safer to keep mum and silly and continue his bath without even looking at him! Shaking his head Jalal again started pouring water on head while humming a tune in carefree mood. After some times, while getting back in his hut when he looked at the bush he found none. But he could feel those two eyes spying on him even now!

Anyways, he entered into the hut with wet body. Thankfully he got a piece of cloth brought by Purnima to dry his hairs and also his old set of torn outfits to at least manage the day! There were some pieces of breads in the plate which Purnima brought as a backup for morning; it may not fill the belly but at least can kill the appetite. There is water in the vessel. And the wound of the foot is too healing fast. So...

So by now he is jobless!

After about an hour he became restless. There is a whole day still left, and he has absolutely no work! While his eyes roaming around aimlessly, suddenly he got to see something on the broken rack of the wall, which slightly regained his delightful smile!

Yes! Writing bug has bitten me. 😆 Very bad! I can't concentrate on anywhere else! 😔

but why sad...😲

i must say u're no less than an inspiration for me...😃

Aree I am only thinking about all these stories day and night leaving my studies! 😭

So thought to update all in a row ASAP to free my brain. 😆

Chalo bye. Going to open books now. 🤣

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& refreshing mind is really important tabhi to u'll be able to concentrate on studies...😉

Woh to hay. 😉