Humari Adhuri Kahani (chapter 14 updated) : LAST CHAPTER - Page 32

Originally posted by: sugankrishnan

hai dear HAK story getting very interesting dr i klike this chapter sooo much super update

Exciting update dear. I was thrilled when reading, whether rohan remembered something or not but shocking part is pragya. She felt related to amer palace. Where rohan stopped car is it sambhar.? Hoodoo onthe way to Agra. excitingly waiting for next.

Originally posted by: mamina

Exciting update dear. I was thrilled when reading, whether rohan remembered something or not but shocking part is pragya. She felt related to amer palace. Where rohan stopped car is it sambhar.? Hoodoo onthe way to Agra. excitingly waiting for next.

yr sooo awesome chapter
eagerly looking forward to the next..
update ASAP
nd thanks for pm

More intriguing more interesting... Entire Amer trip is spectacular... loved the way u have described the transition of rohan into jalal...Why there are so much pain in their relationship...I always found their past more fascinating than their present..Stuti this story of yours is outstanding...Once drowned in it who cares to come out of it spell...

Originally posted by: haya_gorgeous

yr sooo awesome chapter
eagerly looking forward to the next..
update ASAP
nd thanks for pm

Originally posted by: amitaprasad

More intriguing more interesting... Entire Amer trip is spectacular... loved the way u have described the transition of rohan into jalal...Why there are so much pain in their relationship...I always found their past more fascinating than their present..Stuti this story of yours is outstanding...Once drowned in it who cares to come out of it spell...

The whole chapter of HAK got delete!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What will I do!!!! 😭 😭

Thank God I restored!!!😭

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Chapter 9:

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He walked through the royal carpet surrounded by his followers and guards. The bright torches had contributed a mystic touch in the whole environment, the sweet fragrance of jasmines had added a magic of intoxication in the air. It was a new moon night, but there was no darkness in this vast meadow under the open sky. The efficient workers had worked hard to create a small illustration of the resplendence and comfort of his royal palace in these temporary tents at the honour of the new queen. The night was glowing in pride of his royalty... He should not have been excited; as an emperor, his dignity does not allow him to show excitement about his wedding night. But he was not able to control the crazy exaltation which was boiling in his blood. No, this extreme joy was not because of love... it's for his victory! He has always learnt to measure the world with the scale of victory and defeat only... hasn't he?

He stood in front of the imperial tent; the tent which is of red colour, which is fortunate to carry the sign of the royal emblem of the emperor himself, and which is adorned and decorated with the maximum of devotion and dedication. He waved his hand to instruct his followers to leave, which they followed immediately. Then hiding a slide smirk at the corner of the lips he moved forward. Two strong and armed eunuchs were guarding the entrance. They bowed down. He handed them pouches of gold-coins, which begot the shine of joy even in the eyes of those robotic guards.

"Remember, none must disturb us. He ordered.

They knew what they had to do, so they welcomed him inside the tent and pulled the heavy curtain. They had the greatest responsibility of securing the privacy of the emperor and the new empress tonight.

He came inside and looked at the bed. She is sitting on the bed folding her knees clasping them close to her chest. Her face was poured on her folded knees. Being fully covered with red veil and heavy jewelries, she was looking like an idol paved with golden glitters, as firm as stone... with no movements and emotion...

He sat beside her and minutely gazed her. His eyes were shivering in the excitement of triumph. He is the man who knows how to grab the dream of far and imprison that inside the fist. Who else other than him would be able to convert that two moments of that lone desert in reality of life? That golden glimpse of two moments in that storm of sand, that intoxicating amaze and that uncontrollable passionate desperation all drove him towards the aim of winning her... and he won her, just in between a single month. So easy it was... First cornering the small fort, apparently blocking the ways of their exit, and calmly showing them how weak their defense is in front of his great army; then sending a proposal of friendship... a proposal of setting an exemplary relationship which will inspire the next generations... along with a subtle threatening, that if the king dares to overlook his proposal, he might face consequence which would be worse than nightmares. He did not want enemies, he did not want slaves; he just wanted a bond even stronger than a friendly treaty... a bond of firm relationship. There was no option left for the small king of Amer of not agreeing with the proposal. The marriage was fixed too fast. It was heard that the princess was already betrothed to someone else and her father cancelled that marriage before two days for establishing the new relationship... for the security of his small territory.

So, the purest blossom of the desert rose is now sitting on his bed, surrendering herself completely to him.

Slowly he touched her hand. She did not move, but he could feel she clasped her knees even more tightly. He smiled...

"Welcome to your new life, Begam Sahiba... I am your husband. I would like to tell you that from today you are my queen, you will get all the respects and honour of an empress and your dishonour will be an insult to me!

She did not stir. She did not pick her eyes. She kept on sitting in the same posture, which, though looked very normal, but was never only the shyness of a new bride.

It seems she is stubborn. Like a princess... interesting. He thought. "Come to me... He uttered in a lighter and husky voice after a while. And then he carefully uncovered her face by picking up the veil. Suddenly the tent became brighter. The light of the lamps got dimmed in front of that heavenly glow.

How someone taking birth from human being can be so beautiful?

She did not pick her eyes. Neither a muscle of her face moved. The rigid bones of her chin showed the rigidity of her heart. But he could not help staring like a thirsty. He is seeing her for the second time... long time after he rescued her from the sandstorm... that day the nature had unveiled her unlimited source of beauty in front of his eyes, and today she has adorned herself with the mist of mystery. The night, the darkness, the silence and the dimmed yellow light of the lamps had made her an angel of any mysterious land... He gazed and gazed... her pointed chin, rosy lips, sharp nose, buttery skin... his heart burnt in fire of passion. He pulled her hand forcefully and touched her arms. Slowly he pulled herself towards him by holding both of her arms. She did not protest, just tightened her fist.

"Pick up your face... look at me... No need to be shy...

Did it sound like an order? But he was not ordering... he was not in the state of dominating someone. As he was lost in the sea of her beauty...

But she did not obey his wish. She only took a long breath, proving that she is not an idol of stone.

It was no more bearable. He forcefully picked her chin up. Her face rose, but not her eyes. There was still no emotion in her face... pain or happiness... not even anger...

Inhaling the air of passion, he slowly touched her cheeks... His fingers ran through the features of her face, each touch boiling inside his blood... He touched her eyes, her eyelashes... his hands swept over her ears, her neck, her lips...

So beautiful is she! So beautiful!

"You are magical... He exhaled!

Perhaps he had completely lost himself in the intoxication of that magical beauty. He did not notice the small and heart-wrenching sigh of the princess. He had lit the fire of desire in his heart, and he was burning himself in that fire as well.

And while burning in the fire of passion, he cupped her face, came closer, and touched her lips with his lips... A strange sensation suddenly overpowered his senses. She is not the first woman of his life, she is not the only woman of his life; his royal lust has touched the lips of thousands of women in this age only... but he never ever felt such uncanny jolt from inside... His lips slowly went through her chin, her throat, her neck... and...

And suddenly he felt air of breath on his skin. That was not formed from the fire of passion, the breath comes from the deepest agony of heart. Has any woman of the universe ever dared to exhale an agonized breath this way when he is trying to make love? Isn't it equal to rejecting the emperor?

He loosed his grip and looked at her face. She was looking at her toe with the same vacant expression, only the corners of her eyes seemed wet, touched with a drop of tear.

And that single drop of tear humiliated his manhood cruelly. He became mum for a moment.

"You don't want me to touch you? He asked in an offended voice hurt with the insult of this silent rejection.

"I am your wife, your majesty! I have already surrendered my body, my heart, my soul to you! She uttered in a low yet firm voice.

Such a mellifluous voice, with right proportion of dignity! He could have floated with it again. But he did not. The sting of this rejection had wounded his self-respect!

"Your eyes are saying something else, Begam Sahiba. He said.

"Eyes might lie... Who cares! She said.

"Eyes are the mirror of heart. And heart cannot lie. He told.

"My heart! Hah! She smiled for the first time. Her smile is more beautiful than her; but somehow it did not make her more beautiful, rather it reflected a strange agony in her face. She picked her eyes... her beautiful, enigmatic, dreamy eyes which was still carrying the smoke of the fire of her personality... "Women like me do not have heart, My Lord... The women like me, who are sold to someone by her own family in the price of safety and security, has no right to have a heart inside their ribs. They are bound to serve their duties only... duty of a daughter, duty of a princess... and now a duty of a wife! She tried to hide her sigh under her smile and looked at him. "I am ready to serve you, Your Majesty!

He could not help staring mute. Because he had lost his words all of a sudden. He felt as if she slapped him hard with her words.

"When I have taken all your responsibilities, I should understand your heart as well. He said curtly after a while. "What is there in your heart, tell me.

"I said you, Majesty. A commodity does not have heart. When an emperor of a different land puts sword on a father's throat and the father gives away his daughter forever in order to save his own throat, that very moment the heart of the daughter dies. Leave it... who cares. She smiled. "You had wanted me, My Lord. I am here to surrender myself forever... You did not bother about my heart- if you would, I would have been married properly with the respect of a princess, would not be sold like a commodity. You would get what you have bought in the price of Amer's independence, Majesty; let the tears of my heart reserved for my own!

A deep pinch of insult burnt his heart with the fire of rage. He has come across so many people in his life; has anyone dared to insult his manliness so directly? He wanted her body and bought her like a commodity? What does she want to prove? He looked like a perverted womaniser to her? She wanted to tell that she is brought as a slave, and he does not know how to respect an honourable woman? What did she try to recon? But among all these, he could feel a strange string of pain in the deepest of his heart. That pain knows why the girl is saying all these... And perhaps she is right from her perspective. He desired her, and he got her. Has he ever tried to know what she wanted? Had he ever even thought of knowing that? Had he ever had any slightest of doubt that this woman can also have her individual wishes, opinions and priorities? That weird thought did not let him to shout against her audacity.

"What do you want now? He asked instead.

"Your wish is my wish from the moment I took the vows of marriage with you, Majesty. She uttered. "I only want to fulfil my duties, my lord.

He turned his face in a raged disgust. "Then what is the meaning of those sighs, the tears and all? What are you trying to prove? That I am torturing you or forcing myself on you against your wish?

"You are getting me wrong, your majesty... She uttered in a mild tone.

"Listen, Princess of Amer. I am an emperor! I do not need to force to get something. I get what I want. He told in the same enraged voice. "I am a man; I know how to respect someone who deserves respect!

"I know, Majesty... You haven't forced me for the marriage. I have no complaint against you. She told. "As a husband you have rights on me... She looked at his eyes directly now. "I welcome you in my life.

He kept on staring while burning in anger. What is the reason of his anger? What he expected from his new wife? Obviously he had not imagined her to wait for him with all her love, or to be very responsive when he touches him. Does he have time to think about a mere woman's mere responses? Has he ever thought about the heart of the woman with whom he makes love? Then what is happening today? Why the cold face of this woman is invoking the fire of rage inside his head? She has not rejected him, rather she is willing to fulfil the responsibilities of a wife... still her straight surrender has such a strong sting of refusal which is tearing his self-respect apart.

He was happy for the victory over Amer. Did he know sometimes victory becomes the greatest defeat?

The woman was still looking at him, probably waiting for him to clasp her right now, while her helpless sighs would be suppressed under his ferocious manliness and her false sense of honour and self-respect will be crushed forever saving her from the dilemma. He slowly got up from the bed...

"Good night, Begam... You sleep now. He ordered which sitting on the nearby couch.

"A...and you? She asked in a little hesitation.

"You need not to be concerned about me, princess... at least not before you get rid of your sighs and tears. He uttered in a partial annoyed tone before he settles himself on the seat. The pride of his manhood was hurt, he was unable to recover from that scar. But even in this grave anger he was feeling an inevitable pull towards the tall and strongly-bound frame sitting on the bed. The enigmatic eyes, the firm chin, the dignified voice and the uncanny majestic aura surrounding her kept on pulling his heart with all the force... He tried to tame his restless soul for the rest of night in vein...

Who will win... the fire of his passion and desire, or the pride of a man!

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"Then? How the princess accepted you' in her life? Pragya, who was hearing the narration speechlessly, uttered in a mesmerized voice. "When did she give you' the rights of husband from her heart forgetting the old incidents?

"Hahhahh! Rohan smiled mysteriously. He was looking like a stranger in the dim moonlight in the balcony of the hotel.

"Why are you smiling? Pragya asked.

"Accepting as husband, giving him the right of touching her from heart... these things happen in dramas and films only, Pragya. Real life does not deal with these...

"Then?

"Then what! Rohan smiled. "Soon the first jolt of rejection lost its importance, the tears and sighs got defeated, and slowly the fire of passion and desire overpowered the pride.

"You mean... forcefully... Pragya could not believe...

Rohan looked at the sky. He was remembering a hazy memory of long back... It was not a fresh vision, he had saw this in the Agra fort for the first time...

She was sitting on the bed of her room... In her dark blue dress, she was looking as dreamy as the beautiful night. He sat beside her, picked up her face... there was tear in her eyes...

"So many years have passes since we have married, still I could not fathom the meaning of these tears Begam Sahiba... He whispered.

"Don't worry about them Majesty... She said. "My eyes are very disobedient. They cannot reflect the happiness of my heart. They only shed tears against my wish... She touched his hand slowly- "I am honoured that you have visited me tonight, Majesty...She uttered in a courteous voice.

No... He never forced her; his blue-blood would not have permitted him to do that. But the situation, the natural physical desire, the immense passion of attraction and most importantly the formality of a natural husband-wife relationship compelled to set a normal intimate relationship. How long can the ghee and the fire stay close? He did not hesitate, she did not protest... the relationship went on smoothly, very normally... without any spark.

But perhaps a spark was needed. Perhaps it would be able to break the transparent wall of coldness between two at each time of togetherness. Perhaps it could open the window for them which they both were looking for. Perhaps it could be able to fathom the meaning of those two drops of tears...

He could have abandoned her like many other queens of that time. He had a lot of options; a lot of queens to fulfill his physical urge... He could never have gone to her after the first night of intimacy. But he could not. Rather he kept on coming to her; she kept on welcoming him... days after days, nights after nights. The calmness and the drop of tears became the magnet.

Who knows, perhaps the only meaning of his action was to understand the source of those tears... only...

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"Rohan... Rohan...

Rohan looked at Pragya. His eyes were normal. "Yes...

"Go and sleep. It was really a hectic day for you. Pragya ordered.

"Sleep... Rohan looked hesitated while looking at the single bed of the room. He cannot let Pragya keep awake for the rest of the night for his own sleep. She also had a hectic day as well.

"What about you? Rohan asked.

"I am not sleepy. Pragya said. "Don't worry about me.

"Don't lie, Pragya... You had a hectic journey as well. Rohan told in a protesting voice. "Don't hide your sleep... Go and lie down. He smiled. "You go to bed, I will manage on the sofa.

"Like you spent your first night after marriage sitting on a couch at your previous birth, haa? Pragya could not help herself laughing while casting this poor joke.

Rohan did not laugh. Rather his face was covered with a cloud of gloomy seriousness. "Well, my proposal is quite natural... isn't it? He said then.

"Chivalry? Pragya smiled. "Who is the patient, sir?

"Doesn't matter... Rohan told. "Just like you think me as your responsibility, I feel you are my responsibility as well.

"But... Pragya suddenly stopped. There was something in Rohan's voice that made her stop. What did he mean by responsibility? It was not the typical Rohan's' voice...

They have reached Agra one day earlier. Hence the hotel authority could not allot two separate rooms for them. They had booking of two separate single rooms, and they came to know that both are full tonight when they reached Agra at evening. The boarders of those rooms will check out tomorrow noon, and before that they had to share a double-bedded room together. Bed was quite big for both, but it is naturally uncomfortable to share the bed with a man whom you know for some days only. Anyhow, for a night they have to manage.

A funny incident happened while talking with the receptionist. Don't worry Ma'am, we have a gorgeous honeymoon suite for the gorgeous couples like you.' The young receptionist had told with all her enthusiasm. She was unable to understand why Rohan and Pragya are looking for two single-bedded rooms when they have so many options for a lovely honeymoon package. Pragya spent a good time while making them understand that they are not any married couple, rather they have come for some researches... All the staffs are looking at them suspiciously; they are in search of some interesting stories behind them. However... let them think anything they want, who cares!

"My sleeping arrangements are final then. I am going to get fresh. Rohan told with a sweet and normal smile making Pragya relieved. The transitions between Rohan's past and present lives are taking place so quickly that she is losing the track. Rohan is acting very normal after coming to hotel and narrating everything to her. He has remembered a lot of things, and they are now at their supposedly final destination. Will it work? Will Rohan be completely normal or lose himself? Pragya was unable to understand; but she could feel that they are coming close to the shore.

Keeping those thoughts aside, Pragya switched on her mobile phone while standing at the balcony of the hotel. The gentle breeze made her unmindful for a while. The position of the hotel is good, it is placed at the outskirt and hence free from all the cacophony of the city... away from the busy city-life, closer to the root... Pragya could not understand why she suddenly felt she has acquaintance with the air of the place. Does air too have different identities at different places? A peaceful feeling suddenly soothed her heart.

Alas, that peace was short-lived. As she opened the call-log, she literally felt a jolt seeing 45 missed-calls! 2 from Sujoy Sir, 3 from Nilesh, 10 from Nilesh's mother, 10 from common friends and rest from her house! It was somehow her fault too; she switched the phone off to avoid the discussions about her break-up at the time of work just after informing about her safe arrival to her parents via message. Of course a single message was not sufficient enough to reduce their worry!

After thinking a while she called her mother back...

"Maa...

"Ki re tui! Phone tulchis na! [How irresponsible you are! Not even picking the phone up???] Her mother started shouting to release her tension.

"Maa... Maa cool down. I am alright. I messaged you we reached safely.

"Obviously that's not enough! Especially when you have departed from Kolkata after doing such a reckless thing... you didn't bother to inform me that?

"What are you talking about? Pragya asked in a vexed voice.

"You quarrelled with Nilesh? And that took such a turn that his father had to call me to know what's wrong with you?? Her mother shouted out of rage. "You said that you will keep no relation with him? Didn't you think to ask us for a while before taking such a decision?

"Listen Maa... Everything took place between me and Nilesh and we are matured enough to take decisions regarding our life...

"What? What did you say??You don't care about us? Listen Paru, Nilesh was your choice and we happily accepted him... now if you take such whimsical decisions, I...

"Nilesh was a wrong choice! I admit okay??? Pragya almost shouted. "Can you close the topic??

"Why we have to hear from other people for you? Why would I hear so many insulting things from Nilesh's father for your actions? Listen, listen... What? What? It's because of you only... your daughter is spoilt because of you...

Pragya understood the last sentences are triggered to her father. She had to hear some more fights of her parents before her father took up the call...

"Listen Paru... Her father was sensible as always. "You are outside now, so no need of taking stress on these things. You do your duty and don't think about anything else. We will take care of everything here... Everything will be sorted out, don't worry!

"Thanks Baba! Pragya almost started sobbing after being saved by her father. If her father had not been so supportive, she could not come here alone to do her work! Why each and every man of the world cannot be like Baba?

No sooner than she ended the call, another call came. Nilesh was calling...

Pragya sighed. Then she picked up after thinking a bit.

"Hello?

"What do you think of yourself? Nilesh shouted. "How dare you to ignore my calls from so long! I called you, my mom called you...

"I was busy! Pragya said in a tired voice. "Anyways, what else do you want to say?

"Oh! So you are busy with that fraud! He is so important that you did not even take my calls...

"I already told you my priorities in the morning. I clearly chose my work over you... Then from where this question comes?

"Again bullshit! I understand you were angry but that does not mean...

"When you will understand Nilesh? Pragya's voice broke. "When you will learn to respect my wishes and my refusals?

"Listen Pragya... enough is enough... Relationship is not a joke...

"Do you understand that? Relationship is not a joke, the persons in relationship are not the dolls to play, and my self-respect is not a toy of your hand, do you ever think that? Pragya lashed out. "For God's sake Nilesh... you had told me to choose between you and my self-respect. I have chosen my self-respect! My work, my respect is my identity... I will not lose my identity for sake of your fake love!

"For such a small matter you...

"It's not a small matter then why did you involve our parents? Pragya smiled sarcastically. "Actually Nilesh, you do not want me to sort out everything out of love. You don't want to lose, so you want to marry me by hook or crook. You tried to put pressure on me by involving our parents in this so that I have to forcefully change my decision and sort out everything. You don't know to respect my no's... how would you live with me forever??

"Pragya... Listen, I... I...

"It's over! I said it's over you got it?

After ending the call, Pragya could not control her tears anymore and started sobbing. The air which was feeling so soothing just a while ago became strangulating. Why the world is so cruel?

Suddenly someone kept his hand on her shoulder. A touch of compassion suddenly melted the rock of burden from heart.

Rohan was standing back. Being a bit ashamed Pragya readily wiped out her tears...

"Are you alright? Rohan asked in an empathetic voice.

Pragya nodded.

"Let's sit in room.

"I'm alright. Pragya told in a firm voice.

"Maybe you're. But there are mosquitoes outside... Rohan held her hands. "Why to pain yourself for someone you left behind?

"Is it so easy? Pragya asked in a desperate voice. "Were you able to forget everything in a moment?

Rohan smiled. "The life is a maze for me for now. Do you think I even care for that moment when I cried for my so-called ex-girlfriend?

Pragya became a bit embarrassed. She should not have told these to Rohan. Rohan stood beside her in the meantime.

"Don't you think you really took the decision in hurry?

"No! Pragya said.

"You told whatever you thought. But did you give Nilesh the chance to speak for his own? Maybe he also has something to speak.

"It was always him who spoke, Rohan... Pragya sighed.

"Still, there are some words which always stay in heart... Man cannot speak, and hence he has to burn! It seemed Rohan was speaking from far away. "Maybe Nilesh too has something to say like that. Maybe he didn't say anything to hurt your respect. Maybe he was puzzled after the sudden break-up and so he informed the parents?

"I know Nilesh better than you. Pragya smiled. "However, any of these assumptions can be true. But why do I care? The main base of any relationship is respect. If the base is broken, how two men will live forever?

Rohan became unmindful for a while. Then he asked- "So why these tears?

Pragya smiled- "Because my eyes are very disobedient!

Rohan felt the goose-bumps. The image of the woman of her dream again superimposed on Pragya's face...

"Let's go in. Pragya proposed this time.

In the room, as per the arrangement, Pragya sat on the bed; Rohan sat beside her instead of going on the sofa.

"Will you ask anything? Pragya asked.

"You said respect is the pillar of every relationship, right? Rohan's voice sounded lost. "What if a relationship starts with the pain of insult? Is there any possibility for that relation to sustain?

Pragya could not answer. But she understood about what he was talking...

"Those days there were no options of breaking the bonds of relationships; so maybe... Rohan did not answer and sighed deeply.

"Or maybe not... Pragya uttered after a long silence. "While walking a path together two people might find new dimension to discover themselves... That might give birth to a new reason to live together!

"Suppose someone marries you against your wish putting gun on your father's head; your father sends you to his house for getting own security, properties and convenience. Would you ever be able to start a healthy relationship with the man? Will you ever stop hating him from your heart?

"No! Pragya shook her head. "I cannot even imagine...

Rohan sighed a little. Both did not talk for a long time...

"But I can say one thing... Pragya uttered after a long time. "If that man really knows how to respect a single drop of tear of mine, I might think a while before hating him! For I would understand he deserves respect as he can respect! And when he can respect, he will respect me for the rest of the life!

Rohan's eyes beamed in a strange glow. "So, you think if a man fills the life of a woman with honour and respect, the stigma of the first insult wipes out?

"Perhaps not... Pragya said in a lost voice... "But other colours of life might dim the darkness of the stigma!

Rohan gazed at Pragya with mesmerized eyes. Pragya stared at Rohan and smiled.

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The whole night passed; and in the morning it was found that both of them were sleeping at two corners of the single bed...