New Life: Thread 3... Chapter 50 (epilogue) updated - Page 26

Originally posted by: Shinning_Stuti

Wait for 2 more days Savindi.😆

CHAPTER 41

THE FRIEND OF THE PRINCESS...

Fakhrunnisa pulled down the veil to cover her face completely from under the fur robe which was the only protection in the frosty night. The darkness of the secret chamber of Kabul fort was strangulating, the dimmed light from the small lantern of Chinar's hand was not adequate to prevail over it. For the first time Fakhrunnisa was feeling tensed for the uncertain future... she was eager to know who is the writer of this letter.

"Koi hay!!" [Anyone's there!!] Fakrhunnisa proceeded taking the lantern from Chinar's hand. And she got to see another source of light coming to her from the other corner of the chamber.

"Pranaam Subedarni Sahiba... Hum aap hi ki pratiksha kar rahe the..." [I was waiting for you only, respected Subedarni Sahiba...]

Fakhrunnisa wore a smart smile instantly to hide the weary of mind. A number of questions were poking her inside... but now the biggest shock jolted her... she had noticed that the mysterious man addressed her as Subedaarni'!

"Kon hay aap?" [Who are you?] Fakhr triggered her question to the man.

The man smiled gently instead of answering. "Agar aap bura na mane to ek baat kahe Subedaarni Sahiba? Agar ho sake to aab Kabul ki gaaliyon me roshni ki intezaam kijie. Kabul ko roshni ki sakt zarurat hay!" [If you don't take me wrong may I say something? If please arrange some lights in the lanes of Kabul. Kabul needs light very much!]

Fakhrunnisa got stuck for a moment, perhaps she had found some different meaning of his words... She composed herself at the very moment, and stuck to the same question. "Aapne abhi nehi bataya ki kon hay aap!" [You didn't tell me who are you!]

"Hum kon hay o to humne patra me hi bata diya tha Sahiba..." [I told that in the letter itself, Sahiba.] The middle-aged man chuckled heartily. "Hum aapke mitr hay." [I am your friend.]

"Aapko iss khufia kamre ke bare me kaise pata chala? Isske bare to Kabul ki kuch hi logo ko pata hay!" [How do you know about this secret room? Only some of Kabul know about it.] Fakhrunnisa questioned again.

"Kya hay na Sahiba, ki Rajneeti me kabhi bhi aapni saya par bhi biswas nehi karni chahiye." [You know what Sahiba, one should not believe on her own shadow in the field of politics.] The man stated suddenly which was completely irrelevant, but still Fakhrunnisa stared at his eyes for a while, perhaps to fathom what did he mean. "Khair... srif iss kamre ke bare me hi nehi, hume iss Kabul ke bare me or bohot kuch pata hay. Konsi surang kaha kiske kamre me jata hay, konsi darwaje se nikalkar konsi khufia kamre me pauchha ja sakta hay, inn sabke bare me pata hay hume!" [Well, not only about this chamber, rather I know many things about Kabul. Which passage leads to which room, how to enter in any secret chamber through which door, I know everything about them!] He suddenly giggled. "Jara sochiye Subedarni Sahiba, kitna bhayanak hoga agar kisi bhi tarha se yeh sab jaankari Mughal sipahiyon ko bhi ho gaya to? Ek to Kabul ki sainikyon me zyada takat nehi bacha, upar se agar andar se hamla ho jaaye to..." [Just think once, how dangerous it may turn if by any chance Mughal soldiers get to know everything about it? First of all there is hardly any strength left in the army of Kabul, and if an internal attack takes place then...]

Fakhr kept on staring only.

"Dariye matt Subedarni Sahiba... Humne kaha na hum aapke mitr hay. Humse darne ki koi zarurat nehi." [Don't worry Subedarni Sahiba... I told that I am your friend. No need to be afraid of me.]

Fakhr was trying to recon the identity of this man. A middle-aged man with a very average look, does not look like a warrior from any angle, but the extremely bright eyes have such a magnet that compels to believe that he is not an ordinary man. He is Hindustani, that too a Hindu, and it is evident from his look and appearance... a Hindu man, going by his language and acent, and still knows the art of talking like a diplomat. His words clearly tell that he has come from Mughal force... Who is he? Someone of those new commanders whom emperor has sent just some days ago?

"Or kya kya jant hay aap?" [What more do you know?] Fakhr asked again, this time her voice was clam and colder than before.

There was a smile of sarcasm intact in the lip of that man throughout. There was no exception in that when he answered Fakhrunnisa. "Or bhi bohot kuch jante hay hum Sahiba... Jaise ki aap kaise Abul Mali ko behekakar Haidar or Mahachuchak Begam ki hatya karwaye hay... Aap kaise iss mahel ke andar aag lagakar puri Kabul ko nihsunya kar diya hay..." [Many things, madam... like, how you instigated Abul Mali and killed Begam Mahchuchak and Haidar via him... how you put the palace into fire and emptied the whole Kabul...] He paused for a while. "Or yeh bhi jante hay ki Shahenshah Akbar or unke bhai Mirza Hakim ke bich man-mitav ka karan kya hay!" [And I also know the reason of the problem between Emperor Akbar and his brother.]

Fakhr stared at his eyes for longer time. A quick display of various types of emotions took place though her face. Then she smirked. "Yeh saab kaheke saabit kya karna chahte hay aap?" [What do you want to prove by saying all these?]

"Hum kon hote hay kuch saabit karne wale? Or saabit karke hoga bhi kya?" [Who am I to prove anything? And what special will take place with proving these?] The man laughed out. "Yeh Kabul hay; yeh bhumi, yeaha ki mitti ki malkin aap hay. Or hum thaire videshi. Hote kon hay hum? Parantu..." [This is Kabul, and you are the owner of the land and soil. I am a mere foreigner. Who am I? But...] His laugh suddenly changed into silence... "Kya faida? Aaj Mirza Hakim Shahenshah se lad rahe hay, kal woh har jayenge, or uske baad Shahenshah-E-Hind sabko eksath kayed kar lenge. Tab Kabul ki sinhasan par koi or baithega, or yeaha par itni nipunta se rachi gayi sara rajnaitik chal barbad ho jayega! Kaha Mallika-E-Kabul Fakhrunnissa Begam, or kaha ek baagi ki putri, ek baagi ki patni, or ek baagi ki behen ki parichay me dubi rahene wali ek kayedi!" [What's the use? Today Mirza Hakim is fighting, tomorrow he will lose, and the emperor of Hindustan will imprison everyone. Then someone else will sit on the throne, and every skillful plan of you will be in vein. Where the empress of Kabul, and where a prisoner sinking under the identity of the wife of a criminal and a sister of a revel.]

"Kya sochte hay aap?" [What do you think?] Fakhrunnisa smiled. "Ki Shahenshah jung jeet chuke hay?" [That the emperor has won the war?]

"Mirza ka haar nischit hay Sahiba, yeh baat humse zyada aapko pata hay." [He is going to lose, Madam, you know better than me.] The man told.

"Mirza ka haar matlab Shahenshah ki jeet nehi..." [Mirza's defeat does not imply the victory of the emperor.] Fakhr's voice grew intense. "Kabul me kuch hone se pahele Kabul ki taqdir khud aakar Fakhrunnisa se hukum le jati hay. Shahenshah aapne muluk ke malik hay, par Kabul or pura Hindustan ek nehi... Kabul ki taqdir Shah-E-Hind ke haato nehi, iss nachiz bandi Fakhrunnisa Begam ki qalm se likhi jaati hay!" [The destiny of Kabul first seeks the permission of Fakhrinnisa before something happens in Kabul. Shahenshah is the owner in his own land, but Kabul is not like the entire Hindustan. Kabul's fate is not written by the emperor of Hindustan, it is written with the pen of this mere maid Fakrunnisa Begam!]

"Shahenshah jaante hay, Mallika-E-Kabul, or woh biswas karte hay, ki Shahazadi Fakhrunnisa iss yudh me Shahenshah-E-Hind ki sath hay." [His Majesty knows it, Mallika-E-Kabul, and he believes too that the princess is with the emperor in this war.]

"Itna biswas?" [Such a belief?] Fakhrunnisa frowned with a sarcastic smile.

"Kyu ki unke paas uski siva or koi raasta nehi hay." [Because she has no option left apart from that.]

Fakhrunnisa's confidence level seemed to be shaken a little.

The man broadened his smile. "Makdi ki jaal me phasi hui zeherila patang kuch nehi kar pata hay Subedarni Sahiba. Agar aapni aankhe thora or kholengi to dikh payengi... Charo or se ghir chuke hay aap. Aap jinpar biswas karte the, jinke zarie aap itni bari khel me saamil hue, unme se kon aapke sath hay or kon nehi iska nirnay bhi bohot kathin ho chuka hay... Bhuliega maat, Shahenshah-E-Hind agar Mahachuchak Begam ko bash me karne ke liye ek Fakhrunnisa taiyaar kar sakte hay, to uss ek Fakhrunnisa ko aapne adhin rakhne ke liye o hazaro Fakhrunnsa ko motayen kar sakte hay!" [The poisonous insect can do nothing when it is fastened in spider-net, Madam. If you open your eyes a bit more you will see that... you are cornered. The faithful people of you through whom you were playing the game, have become too difficult to be distinguished that who are with you and who are not. Don't forget, if the emperor can make a Fakhrunnisa to control Mah-chuchak Begam, then he can also fix thousands of Fakhrunnisa to have that Fakhrunnisa under-control. ]

"Nehi Janab! Shahenshah chahe hazaro khabri hi kyu na byatha de," [No mister, maybe Shahenshah set thousands of spies around me,] Fakhr's sarcastic tone whipped the air. "Kabul me Fakhrunnisa ek hi thi, ek hi hay, or ek hi rahegi... Fakhrunnisa Begam banna utna bhi asaan nehi hay janab! Jaise ki Jalaluddin Mohammad payda hi hue hay Hindustan par hukumat karne ke liye, Fakhrunnisa Begam bhi payda hui hay Mallika-E-Kabul banne ke liye! Or hume yaakin hay ki yeh saach Shahenshah jante hay!" [There was only one Fakhrunnisa in Kabul, and there will be only one in future... It's not so simple to become Fakhrunnisa. The way Jalaluddin Mohammad has born to rule the Hindustan, Fakhrunnisa Begam too has born to become the empress of Kabul. And I believe the emperor knows it.]

The man smiled, this time kind of helplessly, but still the touch of threatening authority was still there in his voice. "Shahenshah chahte to bohot pehele hi Kabul ki kille me ghuskar pura Kabul par kaabu pa le sakte the Shahzadi... Parantu unhone aapse mitrata nivane ka pran liya hay. Aap bhi aapna wada nivaiye; Kabul ki niyati likhne ka sakti agar hay aapke haato me to Kabul me shanti lauta laiye... Maat bhuliye, Shahenshah-E-Hind agar chahe to ek din me yeh jung khatam kar sakte hay, par o aapne bhai ka rakt bahana nehi chahte hay! Issliye aap agar unka samman karte hay or aapna bhala chahti hay, kal ke andar jung rok dijie." [Shahenshah could have own Kabul much earlier by entering into the fort princess... But he has promised to be your friend. You should fulfill your promise too. If you are the writer of Kabul's destiny then get back the peace... Don't forget, if His majesty wants he can stop thi swar in one single day, but he does not want to shed own brother's blood! If you respect him and want own good, you have to stop the war within tomorrow.]

"Yeh jung Mirza ne chera hay Janab, or Badakshan ki sultaan bhi unke sath hay..." [This war is from Miirza, Mister, and the king of Badakshan is also with him.] Fakhrunnisa acted as innocent. "Hum akeli aurat bina kisi takat ke unhe kaise roke?" [How will I, a lonely woman, do this without any power?]

"Be-shaq kar sakti hay aap, Fakhrunnisa Sahiba." [Of course you can., Fakharunnisa Sahiba.] The man told. "Humne jaanch kar dekha hay aap kitna dur kya kar sakti hay. Apki ek ishare par Bakshdaan ki sultaan wapaas chale jayenge, aap ekbar hukum dengi to Kabul ki sainik aatmasamarpan karega. Mirza to baas ek dhal hay, Shahzadi Huzur taki Shahenshah Kabul par ghatak baar na kare... Asli yudh to parde ki pichhe baithi aap ladh rahi hay!"[We have tested how long you can do what. The king of Badakshan will retrat getting a small signal from you, your one order will force the army of Kabul to surrender. Mirza is just a shield of you, so that His majesty cannot attack dreadfully... It is you who are combatting the war from the back of curtain.]

Fakhunnisa shocked for the third time, but did not show that. Instead of that she placed her glare steel at his eyes. "Hum baas ek Shahzadi hay, Janab. Aap chahe humko Subedarni kahekar kyu na bulaye, na hi hum subedarni hay or nahi Kabul ki malkin... Kabul ki jaayez waaris Mirza Hakim hay, hum nehi. Jab tak hum sarkaari tarha se Kabul ki subedaarni na bane, hum iss jung ko bandh nehi kar sakte..." [I am only a princess, mister. You can address me as Subedarni, but neither I am subedarni, nor the owner of Kabul. Mirza is the legal heir of Kabul not me. If I am not announced Subedarni officially, I cannot stop the war...]

The man gazed at her face for a while. His eyes beamed with an unreadable shine suddenly. Then suddenly he bowed in front of her. Then he presented a sealed scroll in front of her. "Hume gyaat hay ki iss andhire kamre me yeh aapke haato dena aapki or rajparivaar ki maryaada ki biruddhh hay, parantu abhi ke liye aise hi isse grahan kijie... Ekbar sab thik ho jaye to Shahenshah khud amantran patra bhejenge..." [I know that handing this to you in this dark room is against the dignity of you and the royal family, but please accept this now. When everything will be alright the emperor himself will send the invitation.]

Fakhrunnisa was astonished for a while. Then she took the scroll from his hand. She opened that and started reading. Her eyes and hands were trembling when she was reading the official document. She had to take a deep breath to suppress her excitement. Then she picked up her eyes. Her facial expression was almost numb, but her eyes were full of satisfactory zeal, confidence and ambitious excitement.

"Shahenshah-E-Hind Jalaluddin Mohammad Akbar ne aapke liye ek paigaam bheje hay, Mallika-E-Kabul!" [The emperor of Hindustan Jalaluddin Mohammad Akbar has sent a letter for you, Mallika-E-Kabul!] The man stated after a while after observing the change of expression in Fakhrunnisa with a smile on his lips. Then he handed another letter to her. This time an unofficial letter, written in Hindi...

"Humari pyari behen Fakhrunnsa, [My dear sister Fakhrunnisa,]

Yeaha Hindustan me byathe byathe aapke sath khel khelne ka maza kuch alag hi tha. Manne me koi sarmidagi nehi, ki aap iss khel me humse kauso aage nikal gayi. Hum to baccho ke jaise paheliya samahne me byathe rahe, or aap udhar puri Kabul ko ek zinda paheli bana ke chor diye. Saram iss baat se nehi ki hum aapse haar gaye, srif iss baat se hay ki waqt rahete aapko thik se parakh nehi paye, aapko pahechan ne me bhul ho gayi...Aapko ek mamuli si jaasoos hi samajh byathe. Ummid karte hay ki waisa galti dubara nehi hoga... Iss baar hum aapko woh denge jiski aap haqdaar hay.

[It was fun to play with you sitting in Hindustan. I have no shame to admit that you have beaten me in this game. I was sitting like a kid with the riddles, and there you made the whole Kabul a live riddle. I am not ashamed of the fact that I lost, but with the fact that I had mistaken to judge you, to understand you... I took you as a simple spy. I hope I will not repeat this mistake against. Now I will give you that thing which you truly deserve!]

Aapne iss khel khel me humare raste ka bohot sare kaante aise ukhar phek diye jinhe sayad hum sare zindegi me bhi ukhar na pate, par khel ki akhir me aapne hume puri tarha se maat de diya... Aapne jo bhi kiya woh sahi hay yeah galat uska faisla na karte hue hi batana chahenge, ki siyaasat me aap ki jawab nehi. Par aab bohot hua. Aab hum chahte hay ki iss khel ko foren roka jaye.

[You have pricked out many thorns of my path in this game, those perhaps myself would never be able to get over with, but at last you bet me completely... Without going to discuss about the moral value of your deeds I will tell that there is none in the field of politics as efficient as you. But enough is enough. I want to stop this game right now.]

Hum issi ke sath aapko Kabul ki Subedarni ki sare haq dete hay.Hum umeed karenge ki isse pane ki sath sath aap aapna khel rok kar Kabul me chain wapas le ayengi. Hum chahte hay ki aap iss khat pane ki ek din ke andar Kabul ke sipahi Hindustan ki samne ghutne thek de, or Mirza samjhote ke liye taiyaar ho jaye.

[Along with this I am giving you all the rights of Subedarni. I hope with this you will stop the game and call the peace back again. I want that after you get my letter, the soldiers of Kabul surrenders in front of Mughal army within one day, and Mirza agrees to negotiate.]

Badakhsan ke sath aapki kya sauda hua hay woh bhi pata hay hume. Chaukiye maat, aapki wafadar baandi chinar ki zarie aap jise bhi khat bhej ti hay sab humare paas aakar pehele pauchta hay. Jo bhi ho, hume pata hay ki aapki ek ishara milne ke sath sath uaha ke sultaan wapas chale jayenge. Hum nehi chahte hay ki Badakhsan ka sipahi ek din bhi zyada Kabul me rahe. Kuch bhi ho par Kabul ki Kille me Badakshan ki jhanda nehi dikhni chahiye.

[I know that you have some deal with Badakshan. Don't be surprised, every letter that you send out via your faithful maid Chinar, first comes to me only. Anyways, I know after getting your signal he will go back with the soldiers. I don't want them to stay one day more in Kabul. The flag of Badakshan should not be seen in Kabul fort!]

Hum jante hay ki aap Kabul ko bohot acchi tarha se samhalengi. Hume aap par pura bharosa hay. Par jo khel aap Kabul ke kille me khel rahi thi waisa khel Shah-E-Hind ke sath khelne ki gustakhi kabhi maat kijiega. Pani me tairne jane se pahele paani ki gaherai dekhna zaruri hota hay.

[I know you will rule Kabul very well. I believe you completely. But don't ever dare to show the audacity to play the same game with emperor of Hindustan that you had played in the fort of Kabul. One should know the depth of water before swimming.]

Mirza Hakim ko humare khilaf bhekane ki piche aapki aasli maqsaat kya thi hume pata nehi, par yeh jo chal aapne chala isska anjaam bohot bara hoga. Issliye agar ho sake to Mirza ko samhalne ki kosish kijie. Kyuki agar Kabul me fir se kisi tarha se aag lag jaye to uss aag me sabse pahele Mirza jwal kar rakh honge. Bhuliye maat ki woh aapki bhi bhai hay." [I don't know your real reason to instigate Mirza Hakim against me, but the result is going to be big. If possible try to pursue him. Because if by any chance there is a fire in Kabul again Mirza will burn first. Don't forget that he is also your brother! ]

Fakhrunnisa read the letter twice. Then she picked up her face. There was a peaceful satisfaction in her eyes, where she was panting restlessly out of excitement. Though when she talked there was no sign of shake in her voice. "Hum chalte hay... Kal subha hi hum samjhote ka elaan karenge." [ I am going. I will announce the negotiation tomorrow.] She uttered in a mild tone. "Khuda hafiz!"

"Aap yeh bhul rahi hay Subedarni Sahiba..." [You're forgetting this, Subedarni Sahiba...] The man smiled and gave a little bag containing the royal seal inside. Fakhrunissa stared at him for a while. "Aapne abhi bhi naam nehi bataya aapna?" [You did not tell me your name?] She asked.

"Humara naam?" [ My name?] The man laughed out suddenly. "Humara naam Birbal hay, Fakhrunnsa Sahiba... Hum Shahenshah Akbar ka mitr hay! Birbal." [My name is Birbal, Fakhrunnisa Sahiba. I am the friend of emperor Akbar! Birbal!]

THE PROPOSAL OF PEACE...

"Sab thik to hay na?" [Is everything alright?] Samar Singh asked Sharifuddin cautiously.

"Sujamal ke uaha sab thik hay. Sipahiyon me bhi zyada shorgol nehi hua. Yeh junglee logoko siyasi chal samjah nehi aati, o log kuch bhi nehi samjhenge. Baas Sujamal ke kuch wafadar log baad me shor macha sakte hay, unke liye dawai taiyaar karna padega..." [Everything is okay regarding Sujamal. There were not much problem in army. These wild people do not understand politics, they will get nothing. Only some faithfuls of Sujamal might raise question, we have to arrange for their medicines...] Sharifuddin's answer was ready...

"Hum uss bare baat nehi kar rahe hay." [I am not talking about that.] Samar frowned. "Hum Kabul or Samarkand se ata hua sena ki tukri ke bare me baat kar rahe hay... Aapke anusaar o log aaj hi ane wale the na?" [I am talking about the armies coming from Kabul and Samarkand... According to you those people are coming today only right?]

"Ha. O log sayad aate hi honge. Tabtak hume yeaha sab kuch samhalna hay." [Yes... there are coming soon. We have to see everything till then.] Sharif told. But Samar's frown did not wipe out. "Aapko agar koi shaq hay to kuch aadmi bhejiye na khabar lane ke liye... O log raaste me hi honge." [If you have doubt then you may send you men... they are must be on their way...]

"Hmm..." Samar did not tell anything more, he just sat on a seat nearby keeping his eyes on the east sky, perhaps to count the hours...

Sharifuddin sat on the seat beside him with relaxation. The first ray of sun has already coloured the east sky of this soft dawn; this is no doubt a beautiful start of a new morning, which is going to be converted into a bloody day of curse, just after some hours... Strange, isn't it? Sharif's mind was dancing in joy. Just some more steps to go ahead carefully, then his every worry will be finished!

"Kunwarsa!"

Samar Singh got up as one attendant interrupted. "Ek paigaam aya hay kunwarsaa..." [A message has come, Kunwarsa...] The man continued. "Uss shibir ki ek dut bhet karne ki anumati chahta hay." [The messenger from that camp wants to meet.]

"Humse bhet?" [With me?] Samar asked.

"Nehi Hukum! Sujamal Singh se... Parantu..." [No my lord, with Sujamal Singh... But...] He hesitated, his voice conveying the reason of his hesitation. Sharif smirked viciously looking at Samar Singh. Samar stared unmindfully for some time, then he said, "Chalo, hum aate hay..." [I am coming.]

The messenger from Amer's camp was waiting in the allocated tent, he stood up and bowed with due respect when Samar Singh came inside along with Sharifuddin. "Batao kya paigaam hay." [Tell me what the news is.] Samar Singh asked after offering the messenger seat and drinks with utter courtesy that the war-ethics of Rajputs tells him to. The messenger observed both of them with careful eyes first, and very naturally his eyes stuck at the face of Sharifuddin. Then he bent his head. "Khsama karna hukum, parantu Kunwar Sujamal Singh Ji ki anupasthiti me..." [I am sorry my lord, but without the presence of Kunwar Sujamal Singh I...]

"Sujamal Ji abhi nehi aa sakte. Jo bhi hay tum mujhe bata sakte ho..." [Sujamal Ji is not able to come. You can tell to me.] Samar Singh told harshly.

The messenger seemed to be a bit suspicious due to Samar's attitude. But still he stayed calm and tried to explain. "Maharaj Bharmal Singh ne Kunwar Sujamal Singh Ji ke paas ek shanti prastaav bheje hay... Unhe asha hay ki yeh prastaav milne ke baad Kunwarsa yudh ka nirnaay chorke or ekbar byathke soch-bichar karna zarur chahenge. Agar anumati ho to kya aab hum Sujamal Singh Ji se mil sakte hay? Unke anupasthiti me yeh Shatni-Prastaav koi or grahaan nehi kar sakta hay..." [King Bharmal Singh has sent the proposal of peace to Kunwar Sujamal Singh... He hopes that after this Kunwarsa will leave the decision of war and will obviously sit once to think. If you permit may I meet Sujamal Ji? None can accept this proposal apart from him...]

"Jo bhi prastaav hay tum mujhe do..." [You can give it to me.] Samar Singh asked for the official document with kind of desperation, which deepened the slight frown of the messenger's eyes. "Khsama karna Kunwarsa... Parantu Yudh ke niyam anusaar yeh prastaav keval pradhan senapati ko hi die jate hay, aap to jante hi hay..." [I am sorry Kunwarsa, but according to the rules these proposals are only given to the leader of the army, you know it...]

"Par abase, abhi se iss kanun me badlaav ayega. Yeh paigaam tum hume doge." [But from now on, the rule will be changed, and you will give the document to me.] Before he could complete, a mild yet chilling voice shivered his heart, and at the next moment he could feel a sensation of painful strangulation. Sharifuddin had strangled his neck cruelly. "Ahh...aap..." The messenger tried to protest but he could not make a single word. "Sharifuddin, dut ka badh nehi..." [Sharifuddin... you can't kill the messanger...] Samar Singh tried to stop him religiously, but the eagerness in his voice got suppressed by the cruel laughter. But after sometime, he himself loosed his grip. The messenger arranged his cloths and then kept on looking at both of them with dumbstruck eyes.

"Kya hua? Abhi bhi humare haat me nehi doge paigaam?" [What? You will not give the message to me even now?] Sharifuddin smirked.

"Kunwar Sujamal..." The messenger gulped the words in middle and handled him the document. The nasty man torn the paper. The messenger gazed at his action for a while, then got up with hurry...

"Hum unhe batayenge ki Sujamal Ji shanti chukti ke liye sanmati nehi diye..." [I will say them that Sujamal Ji did not accept the proposal...] He concluded and tried to go away, maybe as he could smell the danger in this lion's den.

"Ruko..." Sharif stopped him, went to him, and touched his shoulder. Then suddenly, in the speed of wind, the knife of his hand penetrated the poor messenger's throat. The poor men fell on the ground dead without getting the least scope to shout.

"Sharifuddin!" Samar roared. "Iss bechare ka jaan kyu liya?? Humne kaha na, yudh me dut ko mara nehi jaata??" [Why did you kill this innocent? Didn't I tell you that messengers can't be killed in war?] Perhaps even being in his evilest form, he was unable to accept this dangerous violation of rule of war.

"Unn sab kaanun ko bhul jaiye Samar Ji..." [Forget those laws, Samar Ji...] Sharif bothered a least while checking the pockets of that messenger. "Jung cherne ke liye uss taraf bhi to aag lagane ki zarurat hay na? Iss bechare ka lash o aag lagane ke liye kaafi hay!" [It's necessary to lit up the fire from both sides for the war. This poor man's body is enough for that fire.] He smirked. "Aab srif Bharmal Singh ke paigaam ka jawab me ek khat likhna baki hay!" [Now only one work is left- to write a letter with the reply of this message of Bharmal Singh!]

THE REPLY FROM SUJAMAL...

The messenger had set off at the dawn only with the proposal of peace to Sujamal's camp. Jodha was inside her tent but her mind out roaming outside, where Jalal and the male members of her family along with the higher officials were waiting for Sujamal's reply. All were expecting a positive response from Sujamal, but the burden of tension was increasing in every passing moments. Despite trying hard Jodha was unable to check her tension. With weary and worried eyes she was just gazing outside the window from where she could see the heads of the others, and was praying to almighty to fix everything. This peace is important, more for Sujamal Bhaisa...

Suddenly there was a wave of an excitement in the static tension of the tent. As some soldier had come with the news that the messenger who was sent with the proposal is coming back on his horse.

Jodha came out of the tent out of excitement and stood near the door pulling her veil down. Jalal, Bharmal, Bhagwant Das, Maan Singh and some more higher official too went forward. And simultaneously the horse rushed inside the tent.

Everyone present there got the hugest shock of their life when they saw the back of the horse.

The horsemen were standing nearby, they quickly took the control of the horse in their hand, and one of them came forward to unload the back of the horse...

"Ek paigaam bhi hay Jahanpanah!" [There is a message too!] One soldier informed after checking.

Jalal was staring at the dead face of the messenger all stunned. His eyelids were trembling very slowly due to the shock of sudden unexpected incident. Bhagwant Das came forward and took the message.

"Aapne ek prastaav die the Kakasa... Uska jawab bheja iss bechare dut ke sath.Humare pyare kapurush Kakasa, aagar purush hay to ghunghat ke bahar aakar ladiye; kutte ki tarha aapna jamaisa ki pair chatna bandh kijie!"

[You had sent a proposal uncle... hence I am sending the reply with this poor messenger. My dear coward uncle, if you're a man then come out of veil and fight; don't lick the feet of your son-in-law like dog!]

Bhagwant Das read out the reply message. His voice was trembling in rage!

Bharmal was standing mum closing his eyes. He opened the eyes. "Or koi rasta nehi bacha! Yudh ki sivay!" [No more ways are left! Without war!] He stated in a controlled rage. "Bhagwant... Sena taiyaar karo!" [Bhagwant, prepare the army!]

"Rajasahab..." Jalal wanted to tell something, but suddenly, instead of telling anything he turned back to his tent.

Jodha was still standing at the side of the door with a shadow of numb nightmare in her face. The sudden abrupt happenings had temporarily taken away her normal thinking power. When Jalal came closer she just looked at his eyes. Jalal took back his eyes and touched her hands once instead before getting in the tent. Jodha looked at her family once. Her heart sank. Then she followed the emperor's path.

SOMETHING IS WRONG...

Jodha did not expect to see Jalal in such restless state when she entered into the tent. He was walking around in fast pace with deep frown in eyes, his facial expressions and continuous banging head with hands showing that he is drastically upset with any of his decision.

"Bohot badi galti ho gayi Jodha!" [It was a grand mistake Jodha!] Jalal started talking after feeling her presence near him without giving her the scope of telling anything. "Sharifuddin ke sath mulakat ho jane ke baad hi hume samajh lena chahiye tha ki o kuch na kuch karega hi! O chup rahene walo me nehi hay. Fir bhi hum aaj subha ki intezar karte rahe. Kal hume marne ki sajish kiya gaya fir bhi hum chup byathe rahe... Kaise soch liye humne ki Sharifuddin itni ashani se hume jung rokne dega!!" [I should have understood after seeing Sharifuddin that he will do something! He is not a man of sitting quiet. Even after that I waited for the morning. Even after the attack last night I sat quiet... How did I assume that Sharifuddin will let to stop the war so peacefully?]

"Iska matlab... Yeh Sujamal Bhaisa nehi... Sharifuddin..." [That means... it's not done by Sujamal Bhaisa but Sharifuddin...] Jodha suddenly felt a big burden was relieved from her heart.

"Beshaq. Agar unhe aaj Rajasahab ka itna tauheen karna hi tha to kal humse utni sharafat se pesh nehi aate. Or humne Sujamal ko jitna jana hay, woh jung ki ushul todkar kuch karne wale insaan hay nehi." [Without any doubt. If he really wanted to insult the king this way then he would not have behaved so nice with us yesterday. And the little I know Sujamal, he is not a man who breaks the rules and ethics of war.] Jalal sat down and touched own chin in gesture of deep thought. "Par... Shaifuddin yeh sab kar kaise raha hay! Akhir Sujamal hay kaha? Itna kuch ho gaya par o chup kyu hay?" [But how Sharifuddin is doing all these! Where is Sujamal? Why he is quiet when all these are taking place?] His voice suddenly shook out of worry. "Kahi Sharifuddin ne unka katal to..." [Is it possible that Sharifuddin has killed...]

"Nehi nehi Shahenshah!" [No no Majesty!] Jodha shook her head desperately to forcefully disbelieve the probability. Her pupils were trembling in fear and worry. "Shahenshah..." She made a helpless tone... "Kuch kijie... kuch kijie Shahenshah..." [Do something... Do something please...]

"Aapne jasbaato ko kabume rakhie Jodha! Shant ho jaiye!" [Control your emotions and be calm Jodha!] Jalal caressed her haired tenderly and told in a soft tone. "Hum chahte hay kuch karna... par achanak se sara hisab ulta pad gaya hay... hum..." [I want to do something but... suddenly everything is turned opposite. I...] He sighed.

"Agar Sujamal Bhaisa isme saamil nehi hay to yeh yudh ka koi arth nehi! Aap agar ekbar kahe to Bapusa yudh nehi karenge..." [If Sujamal Bhaisa is not in all these then no use of this war. If you tell once then Bapusa will not go for war.] Jodha told.

"Kya aapko lagta hay ki yeh ek accha suljhav hay?" [Do you think this is a good idea?] Jalal smiled in helplessness. "Agar abhi yeh jung rok diya to o log Amer ko kuchal denge... jung ki maidaan me jab samjhote ko itni berahemi se thukra diya jaata hay to jung ki sivaay koi or chara nehi raheta! Sujamal bohot buri tarha se faas chuke hay!" [If the war is stopped now then they will crush Amer... When the proposal of negotiation is declines so cruelly there is no way left without war! Sujamal is in big trouble.]

Jodha sat down on the nearby seat sighing in frustration. Jalal noticed that, and sat beside her, touching her hands. After a short moment of silence Jalal talked again. "Hum ek aakhri kosish karke dekh sakte hay. Kamse kam hume yeh pata chalega ki Sujamal hay kaha!" [I can do a last trial. Maybe I will get to know where is Sujamal at least.]

"Kya aapko saachme lagta hay ki Sujamal Bhaisa ko..." [Do you really think that Sujamal Bhaisa...] Jodha's wet voice choked suddenly. Jalal understood and patted on her head to give assurance. Then he got up and clapped twice. One attendant came inside and bowed down.

"Fardeen Khan ko bulaya jaye... Unhe bataya jaye ki Shahenshah iss kheme me unki raha dekh rahe hay!" [Let Fardeen Khan to be called. Tell him that His majesty is expecting him in his tent.] He ordered in his usual authoritative tone.

Precap: Jodha put the tilak on Jalal's forehead and handed him the sword. Perhaps for the first time in her life she sighed with a burdened heart while sending her emperor in warfield.

Originally posted by: gagan1996

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Originally posted by: ritujajadhav

Fabulous dear. I hope nothing will happen to sujamal.Please end this war and solve the problem so that akdha can go back to Agra happily spend romantic and happy time.

Originally posted by: selvi1275

Fabulous...jalal has accepted his loss(defeat??) to Fakhr...but do hope he will turn the tables soon...

No look, Jalal had a deal with Fakhrunnisa and he is keeping that promise. He is not bowing down in front of Fakhrunnisa, only making her the governor of Kabul and taking the state under control. And with this he also warns her not to cross her limit and play with the emperor anymore as he has every power to ruin her.

What is happening here in amer war...u have got the suspense quotient on tight leash...leaking nothing...

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But precap: jalal to war...has he become that strong...itz only few days now...has lost lot of blood...there will be no strength compared to pre- assasination time...😒

Yes certainly he is weaker than before... But still he is Jalal na😆

Originally posted by: -Kavya_P-

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Originally posted by: -Kavya_P-

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Awesome chappy Di

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Hope jalal will be safe n war stop