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Chapter 10

Though Agra is quite a busy city, since it was prior to office time and their hotel being at the outskirt of the main town, the traffic was less while they set out for Agra fort in morning. Guddu was ready even before Rohan and Pragya had waked up; he looked much enthusiastic than both of them about the trip. "First Tajmahal, or the fort, madam? He asked while starting the car.

Rohan was quite from morning as expected; hence Pragya answered- "The fort...

"It will be good if you go to Tajmahal before... There is a light-and-sound program at evening, and you might miss that if you keep the plan of Tajmahal for later... Guddu commented like an experienced guide.

"We will not visit Tajmahal. Pragya had to tell. "Only fort...

"Really? Guddu was shocked. Are they mad? Who the hell misses the view of Tajmahal while visiting Agra? However, he didn't tell anything more. He has no doubt now that his passengers are totally insane. Especially, the man is mentally retarded. Else who comes to Agra directly from Jaipur without seeing anything properly and stands for a whole hour at a side of the national highway staring at the paddy field for no reason? When he had picked them up from the airport he looked absolutely normal, but with time the abnormality is coming out. He has even stopped communication with him.

"How far is the fort? Rohan suddenly asked. His voice sounded too anxious.

"Two more kilometres, sir... Guddu answered.

"Come on, Rohan... It's not even 7 now; we will not get into crowd.Pragya said but Rohan didn't look convinced. He gazed out of the window with unsatisfied eyes.

"Do you know everything about Agra fort as well, Guddu? Pragya asked Guddu. Guddu smiled. "Not everything, madam. But I have visited the fort and know more that the guides of course.

"Really? Pragya hid her chuckle. "Like what?

"Like, you must be knowing that... Guddu was again in his form. "Badshah Akbar had built this fort. After recapturing Agra from Hemu, Akbar had once come in a picnic near Yamuna. The place looked heavenly beside the river and he decided to reside there hence so...

"Don't make stories...

Guddu looked back at Rohan suspiciously. He was still staring out of the window, looking quite lost. He went on as he was talking to his own, but his voice seemed a little bit enraged. "He did not decide to reside there as he has loved the site. It was completely a political decision as Agra is central and it had its situational significance. To tell the truth, he first rebuilt the fort in a normal military structure, not a fancy residence. And you should know that there was already a fort here named Badalgarh which used to belong to Lodis. After capturing India from those Lodis, his grandfather Babur, I mean the first emperor of Mughals had even stayed there and built water tanks, step wells etc... Shah Humayun himself had been crowned in this fort only. After Akbar took over Agra again, it was very natural that he would renovate such a significant fort. And listen... He looked at Guddu now, "His Majesty Akbar was never a romantic poet type of man, understood? He was very practical; he knew how to cash each and every opportunities...at the cost of emotions and small happiness... His voice suddenly touched an uncanny strain of agony. "He had only known how to grab the gold-mine; how could he understand the value of a morning dew is much more than thousand carats of diamond? He has only known how to achieve, how to win and how to rule; he never learnt to relish what he has! He has ended his life in a race of acquiring everything... but little did he try to discover what a great gem the God had gifted him to relish his life? Little did he ever get to know how much beautiful his life could have been!

"Rohan? Pragya touched his shoulder with concern. "What happened? She asked.

Rohan looked at her. He looked lost but in sense. "I don't know, Pragya... The more I am going closer to the fort, a strange emotion is overpowering me from inside. A strange pain is... is tearing me apart! He sighed. "Why people keep on running throughout the life leaving the small beautiful moments behind, untouched and neglected, Pragya? Why it takes more than a life to feel that the whole life is useless?

"Well, I don't know about my and your life... Pragya tried to be charming. "But if you talk about Emperor Akbar, his life cannot be useless. I mean he was a person ahead of time... What haven't he done throughout his life! According to me, he created the base of India. Today out country needs a great ruler like him seriously. Just think... from the revenue system to the social reforms to the religious...

"The great works, the great reforms haa? Rohan laughed awkwardly. "All the greatness built a cocoon around him; the heart kept on weeping inside, none noticed! All know his greatness... none knows about the price of it! The sighs of helplessness successfully hid under the glow of magnificence.

"If that's true, Pragya said with a slight smile while staring at the blue sky. "Then too it is what is expected from a real great man. A real man does not cry over his pains, does not let his helplessness to overpower his achievements. That's why he becomes great.

"But at the end of the day he is a man... a man desires to be happy, to be in peace. A man needs a window to breathe fresh air; a man too needs a shoulder which will support him, will hold his hand when he will fall... a man wishes a cool touch of soft hands at the time of his distress... Rohan said in the same lost tone... "One might hide this lacking under the burden of works; but the emptiness always stays... never goes! He sighed.

"Perhaps great men are born to be alone! Pragya said with a slight smile. "Everyone cannot touch him...

"But perhaps she could... perhaps she had the ability!Rohan suddenly shook head restlessly. "But the wall between them was... was too hard...

"Rohan? Pragya held his shoulder and Rohan's thought broke. He looked at her restlessly for a single second, then closed his eyes. "I want to go to the fort, as soon as possible! He commented dully.

Pragya worriedly looked at him. It seems sometimes Rohan's subconscious mind is overpowering his sense faster than expected. Now he is not only losing himself in those visions, he is actually living them. Even in his normal state he is lost in the incidents of the past life. He is so lost that today he even gave details about the History of the fort so particularly; whereas he demanded, and it was tested also, that his knowledge of History is almost zero; he does not even care to remember the sequence of freedom fights, forget Mughal History. Only if not he already researches about the particular era, whose chance is very less than it is completely coming from his knowledge of his previous birth, which occupies the 90% of his conscious thoughts now.

And surprisingly everything has started just after they reached here. Is the revisit to past going to work for Rohan? Or it will deteriorate his condition further? Complete overpower of the subconscious mind... is it a good sign or bad? Pragya would need to read a lot tonight it seems!

"Are you people interested on Akbar? Meanwhile, Guddu found a topic to continue a conversation.

"Yes, we are... Pragya smiled amusedly. "Especially he has special connection to Akbar.

Rohan didn't smile, and Guddu obviously did not get it. He took it otherwise and hence smiled. "Now I understood, so this is the reason you wanted to see Agra fort only!

"Yeah, you're correct. Pragya told. "Now jaldi jaldi show us the home of Badshah Akbar.

"We are almost near, madam. Guddu pressed the clutch. "But madam, I don't think there is anything left which is related to Akbar. I mean... the palaces are renovated many times... mostly at the time of Shahjahan.

"Oh no!

"More than that, most of the places of the fort are strictly restricted for the common visitors. Guddu informed. "Indian army has the charge there. The fort is a much secured place hence it is used for army purpose...

"Ohh! However, let's see... Pragya tried to be hopeful seeing Rohan. He was staring at the sky vacantly. It did not seem he has listened any of their conversations.

After passing though the lines of modern buildings, shopping malls and small street-side shops, when they stood in front of the great wall of the fort, Pragya suddenly felt the whole world surrounding them has changed suddenly under a strange charm of a mysterious magician. The almost 73 meters strong defensive walls rose straight on the road like a tireless protector of the heritage of Mughals. There are mainly four entrance gates for the fort, Delhi gate, Lahore gate, Water gate and Darshani gate, though two of them are closed; Delhi gate is kept for military purpose and for the visitors only Lahore gate or Amar Singh gate is opened. As they entered inside the premise after walking a little, a curtain automatically dropped on their modern, urban eyes... everything around them were so vast, so magnificent and so alive that it feels to get mingled with the living History of this beautiful architecture... to really believe from heart that they have travelled almost 400 years back in the chariot of time to witness the magnificent rulers of the golden India of that time.

Guddu was there with them, though it seems he does not know much about the History of this fort... hence he was trying to pursue Pragya for taking his known and reliable guide; maybe some story of getting commission is there behind of this, hence Pragya was acting not to hear him. Moreover, she was keenly keeping an eye on Rohan. Strangely, she did not notice any extra excitement in him while entering inside which she had expected. Going by the excitement Rohan had shown before, from her theoretical knowledge Pragya had imagined that Rohan will get a spark just after stepping in and that will be a great advancement. But nothing such this happened. Rohan looked too mechanical while walking though the premises. But one thing Pragya had noticed, which is very delicate, but still significant... Rohan had gone through a delicate change of body language very swiftly... and the new attitude is something which is difficult to describe. There is a sudden change in the style of his walk, his movements and especially his eyes... Pragya has seen those changed, glowing eyes of him many times; but this time there is a strange spark there, which she never saw before.

After taking turn and waling a little through the slope-path of the public garden, the first thing that they encountered was a huge bowl like structure in front well-guarded by railings with view of a large palace at background. According to the plaque in front, it was a lithic bath basin of the emperors named Hauz-E-Jahangiri'. "This is Jahangir's bathtub... and this is Jahangir Mahal. Guddu forwarded his very little general knowledge about Agra fort understanding that his tourists will not take any guide. Pragya took back her attention from Rohan for a little while and stared at the beautiful palace in front. The magnificent multi-storied palace is faced with finely carved red sandstone, with exterior elevations that follow a predominantly Islamic scheme, incorporating a few Hindu elements. The exquisite surface ornamentation of the exterior of the palace which includes marble inlay and intricate geometric and floral patterns, have given a striking touch of ethnicity to the whole structure. Pragya amazedly gazed, she could not understand why her heart was filling with a strange emotion of pride... What a great man Emperor Akbar had been! She thought in mesmerisation.

"See Madam, see sir... This is Akbari Mahal and that one is Jodha Bai Mahal- the official zenana Mahal of Akbar. Guddu's voice took Pragya back in sense when she became double enthusiastic hearing the names. "Can't we go inside those? She asked excitedly. But Guddu shook head. There are very little existing in those older structures and the visit is restricted. Pragya looked at Zenana Mahal once with broken heart. God knows, what secret is hiding at the deep of dark there; they cannot enter even after coming so far? The she looked at Rohan for a while. He was gazing without a blink of eye. His eyes were surprisingly too calm; as if he is able to penetrate though the barrier of past and present that the time has created between them tearing the curtain of darkness apart.

"Rohan? Pragya touched his shoulder in worry. Rohan did not answer.

"Can you hear me, Rohan...Pragya asked in vein, as she already knew he is no more living in this time. She keenly observed the changes in Rohan's facial muscles. He was standing like an idol with no movements, but there is a delicate touch of restlessness in his calmness as well... as if he is trying to find something... something which he himself does not know!

Pragya had expected something vast, hence his natural reaction after a while kind of dejected her. Rohan looked at her after a moment, and uttered in a lost tone- "Nothing is like before!

"Before mean? What do you remember, Rohan? Pragya tried to open him up a bit.

"No...Everything is... changed... changed... He murmured and stopped suddenly. Without talking much he went forward.

They had come to the open yard. "See, you can see Yamuna there... and look, there is Tajmahal... An enthusiastic Guddu pointed towards the foggy east. A dimmed line of water has mingled with the horizon. A pale silhouette of the greatest sign of love of the era is visible there... Pragya gazed at the horizon in amazement. She tried to look back 450 years ago, when this river was at her young age, flowing like a nonchalant teenager, and witnessing the history in making. No matter how much Rohan says that Akbar was a completely political man, while standing there Pragya wanted to believe Rohan to be wrong. Such a beautiful architecture at the bank of river, the artistic mentality behind each and every structure... it can be only a thought of romantic heart... Maybe his own restroom faced the river, maybe he used to sleep hearing the magical euphony of the flowing water at night... And when she, the dejected, broken queen, used to release her agonized sigh at the dark night while roaming at the terrace of her palace, the breeze of the river pacified her heart, her sigh used to mingle with the euphony of the river, came to the emperor, he used to get the touch of his woman of dream in his weary moments... both of their heart wanted to come closer, but they were unable... the distance and the pride were a barrier... but the tune of the river was able to break the barrier... or maybe... maybe one night the queen was sitting at the imperial boathouse, the emperor has touched her hand... they were sitting close, their heart was beating together... but still they were far... far from each-other...

"What are you thinking, Begam? Are you enjoying? Maybe he had asked in his usual regal tone sophistically hiding the emotions of heart.

"Very much... Thank you so much for such beautiful gift, Majesty! She had answered from heart, maybe... Closing her eyes she was trying to get mingled with the tune of the waves... Her hand was imprisoned in the hands of him... the sky was showering love in the ray of moonlight... Why cannot the world only consist of this river, this moonlight and the sweet breeze only? There is so much love spread in the nature here and there, still why man makes it so hard to love, to live! Maybe she was thinking...

"Let's go, Madam...

Pragya came back into sense. What the hell was she dreaming? For a moment she had seriously transferred herself in a royal boathouse in a full-moon night... It really felt she was there physically; she has been there physically... This sky, this air, the soil and the water, all are too familiar...

"Yeah yeah... let's go... Pragya hurried. "Rohan... She looked back... "Rohan?

Guddu also started calling- "Sir! Rohan Sir!

But in vein! There was no trace of Rohan...

"Manmohan kanha, binati kare din-rain...

Raha thake mere nain

Aab to darash de do, Kunjabihari, manwa hay bechain...

Manmohan kanha, binati kare din rain...

She was floating with the melody, as if she herself was a tune of it. He stood steel, amazedly gazing at her, while she was completely drowned in her worship. Her face was fronting towards the idol; hence he was not able to see her face; her presence had mixed a divine aura in the air... He was unable to remove his eyes from her, he was floating with her as well... He was so drowned that he did not notice when she stopped her song and came in front of her.

"Prasad, Majesty?

He looked at her. She has bathed just now. Two drops of water are playing with her curls those are kissing her cheeks naughtily. She has pulled her red veil over her head, but that is not hiding her eyes today; her beautiful enigmatic eyes started drawing his heart... he kept on gazing forgetting about decency. However, who cares about decency; he is her husband, they are married since last two months. Yes, an emperor does not need or care to stare at a beautiful woman's face; but if he does so, does it go against etiquette?

"Prasad, Majesty? The lady repeated again. She had a plate in her hand decorated with lights, flowers and sweets. He did not know what to do, so he stood with a silly smile. She hesitated a bit and then she touched the smoke and then touched her palm on his head closing her eyes. Then she handed him a little piece of sweet.

"I don't know whether it is allowed in your religion to take blessings from My God, Majesty... But since I have never let anyone to leave without taking the blessings from God at the time of my worship, I offered you the Prasad. She said in a dignified and mechanical voice, which was enough to break his intoxication. "Thank you. He smiled courteously "I hope you didn't mind me to stand near your holy temple?

"What made you think this, Majesty?

"I have heard that you' people believe our' touch to be impure and ominous. He had a sarcastic smile on his lips. "That's the main reason of you people hating us...

"Yes we do, Majesty... She did not smile. "In our holy places, the holy people do not allow even the shadow of Vidharmis in order to keep the holiness intact.

"Then why you...

"When you can take such a great step only for my honour going against your own people by allowing me to worship my God in your palace, is this gesture much unexpected from me? She smiled quietly. "This Princess knows how to respect a respectable man who knows to respect, Majesty... She looked at him with gratitude. "I have no words perhaps to thank you, Majesty. But still, I am grateful to you... for giving me the honour I never expected to get in this enemy land.

"This is not an enemy land, Begam... He said in a curt tone. "You are my wife, and you ought to get the honour of a queen here. I will never stop you from carrying out your religious beliefs and rituals.

"Thank you, your majesty... she bent her head. "Will you excuse me if I ask you something?

"Ask.

"Why did you go against your family and close ones for me? Aren't you hurting their feelings by allowing me to perform my religious rituals? She sighed a bit. "All are against it... The priests, the officers, the important personas... even your family... still...

"I know they hate you. And you hate us. He smiled. "If I let their hatred to increase, your hatred will also increase simultaneously. And I don't want to be hated by you.

His voice had something unexpected perhaps, hence she shook a little. But she controlled herself. "But is wiping the hatred so easy, Majesty? This hatred is deep-rooted in blood! If it was so easy then the world would become heaven. She sighed. "Is giving the permission of building a temple enough for forgetting that hatred?

"No. But maybe the mutual respect is. He smiled.

"I hope your hope is not an illusion, Majesty! She had hidden her sigh with her smile. "I hope everyone will understand the meaning of mutual respect... but... is there any value of respect in this selfish world at all, Majesty?

Rohan silently stood in the small dark cabin, staring at the broken corner full of spider-web and dust... Perhaps she was right. There is no value of respect in this world; if there were, then the seed of hatred would be uprooted from the blood of the human being. The hope was just an illusion...

"Rohan! Rohan! Pragya rushed in with shocked eyes. "You're here! In this restricted area?

Pragya had almost got a heart-attack when she could not find Rohan anywhere nearby. Her instinct said she must be in Jodha Bai Mahal, and after a small investigation she also got to see the path which Rohan used to enter inside. She was still panting out of tension and exhaustion. "Come Rohan! Come fast! She came closer and pulled his hand.

"Look... There was the small temple right? Where is it? Rohan looked restless. "How can anyone destruct a temple like this, that too inside the royal Harem, overlooking the honour of the queens? He exhaled in rage. "Whatever might happen, how can anyone touch anything of the queen's restrooms? What type of anarchy is this?

"Rohan!!! Pragya almost shouted, which partially helped Rohan to get stabled. He took a long breath and kept quiet.

"Come... Come first!! Pragya pulled him.

Rohan looked back for once, before going with Pragya... this time at another corner of the chamber. A bed used to be there, isn't it?

"Thank you for giving me the honour of serving you tonight, Your Majesty... She recited formally in a mechanical voice. She had adorned herself beautifully for him. But he did not like it. He did not like the way she presented herself. What she did was a formal way of welcoming the emperor at night, but somehow he felt it was not expected from her. She compromised with her sense of respect, sense of dignity while presenting herself like a playing tool for the emperor. At the first night after their marriage she had surrendered herself, but the tears in her eyes had clearly showed a strict rejection, which insulted his pride. But today he had expected his pride to be crashed again in front of her fierce pride and dignity... like he expects every night... but real world is far away from dreams. In the real world, in the system, the emperor is served by the queens or the concubines; and that's the custom. His dignified Rajput wife cannot be any exception for the whole life...

But what happened today with him; he could not act like a real emperor winning over her... When she sat beside him delicately, keeping her hands together on the knees and lowering her eyes, getting ready for the night...he suddenly touched her hand instead of making her lie down on the bed...

"If I want something from you, will you give me? he had pleaded...

"Everything that I have, is yours... Majesty! She again uttered in a formal, mechanical tone...

"I want a child! A child who will be carrying both the blood of you and me! His voice betrayed, and emotion sparked.

It was such an unexpected demand that she could not utter anything for a while. He also could not say anything more... he could not say that he wants someone who will be able to build a bridge between both; who will be able to break the barrier of coldness that has covered their formal relationship.

The silence was unbearable. Hence he spoke again. This time he managed to obtain his usual controlled regal voice. "I want a heir. For strengthening the base of the empire a planned future is needed, and that cannot be planned properly without the heir. You know that unfortunately in my empire still several people are doubtful about the authenticity of my marriage with you. If I can get my first child, my heir from you then there will be no way of dishonouring our marriage. He paused to breath, then again said- "I want the mother of the heir of the Mughals to be a Hindu Rajput, so that the people of Hindustan can build a faith that the bond between the Hindus and the Mughals are strong and deep-rooted.

She did not talk for a long time. Then she sighed.

"I will fulfil my duty, Majesty...

"Don't you have anything to say? He frowned; he was not expecting so cold behaviour despite knowing what he will get.

"How can I have anything to say about a political decision, Majesty? She smiled. "Our marriage was a political decision; our child will also be a political decision. I don't understand politics, my lord... She had paused for a while; then she looked at his eyes. "I am a living proof of your broad secular mind; my child will be the official authentication of that secularism. As a wife I will do what I am expected to...

"You're taunting me? He was irritated. "What do you mean by living proof of secularism? Have I left any scope to fulfil your wishes; have I ever dishonoured you? I respect you as much as...

Where he had gone? Guddu asked with a slight disgust when Pragya came with Rohan at the yard.

"He was exploring that side. Pragya lied. "Then... what's next?

They walked through the Eastern edge, crossed Mina Maszid, Muthamman Burj and Khas Mahal- the white marble octagonal tower and palace build by Shahzahan; then the beautiful rooms of princess Jahanarah and Roshanarah. Muthamman Burj or Shah Burj is a semi-octagonal tower where the Mughal emperor would appear every morning before his subjects for the ceremony jharoka darshan'. Anguri Baag is attached with Khas Mahal, a garden for the relaxation of the emperors. The innocuous looking entrance on the yard leads down a flight of stairs into a two-storey labyrinth of underground rooms and passageways of Harem, which is just behind Jodha Bai Mahal, and now completely locked. They came across the dramatic structure of Shish-Mahal or the glass palace, which was probably the imperial bath or the summer palace made by Shahjahan. The distinctive feature of this palace is the glass-mosaic work which has been done, on a wide variety of stucco designs, on all its walls and ceilings. "It is bad luck that nowadays Shish-Mahal too is restricted. Guddu said sadly. "It's a spectacular sight really!

Pragya smiled unmindfully. Basically she was no more enjoying the visuals of the beautiful architectures. Rohan was walking beside her slowly- his eyes were lowered as he was lost in his own world having no connection with the reality. She had held Rohan's hand tightly. She was afraid if he loses himself completely again in this maze of past life. Rohan's calmness was relieving, but she was unable to fathom if it is a good sign or bad... She tried to test once if he is in sense.

"These structures are fantabulous, isn't it, Rohan? She asked pretending to be casual. The answer came, in an unexpected tone...

"Hmm... But everything is changed... Rohan said unmindfully. "There were no marble before... all was of sandstone... now... He suddenly looked at Pragya with a plain glare. "This Baag was not like this before, isn't it? It was so prominent, gorgeous and majestic... what say?

Pragya could say nothing. Though he talked to her, she had no idea about anything he was talking about...

"Let's go to Diwan-E-Aam, Madam... Guddu called...

Diwan-E-Aam, or the public hall is situated a little far from Mina Masjid. The huge assembly hall has flat roof and two arched red sandstone gateways to the north and south. The faade has an arcade with nine bold arches and the hall is divided into three aisles. The base of the structure is made of red sandstone, and then furnished with white marbles being the earliest manifestation of Shahjahan's love for marble. "Spectacular! Pragya exclaimed in mesmerisation as she was standing near a great white pillar. They were standing near to the throne chamber, the place where the emperor himself used to sit. The chamber is connected to the royal apartments so that the royal ladies could see the trials in the public hall. The ladies used to sit here, sometimes used to take part in the politics as well... Pragya thought. God knows, how things used to take place that time? Did the emperors give their wives the respect and honour to put their opinion publicly? Or the queens used to acquire that respect from their husbands with the aura of their talent and dignity? How did the princess of Amer place herself in this system? What was her role in this great auditorium? Had she ever shined winning over all the adversities, or her fate was to weeping alone at a corner of a small chamber? Pragya did not know why she gets goosebumps whenever she thinks about the princess of Amer. Stragely, when she starts thinking about her, she keeps on flowing with the thought. Her heart yearns to understand her plight, and Pragya cannot help it...

"Diwan-E-Aam was not like this before. Pragya's thought broke, as she heard Rohan's voice. Rohan was staring at the throne chamber, his voice dull while his eyes were shining uncannily. "The basic structure of the public auditorium was made of woods, and covered with large shamiyanas. The whitewash has been done later on...

"Do you remember anything else, Rohan? Pragya asked in a silent tone.

"The cheers! The chanting! The shower of good-wishes and blessings on the name of my empire! Rohan's voice turned huskier, while a strange pinch of enthusiasm energized his inner soul. "I remember... I remember the public declaration of the abolishment of jijiya tax... and... the smiles of the mass- my award! My greatest award... My achievement... The glow of pride and pure happiness suddenly filled his face. Pragya could not help but to smile. Such a glow of pride and satisfaction- how can it come on the face of a normal middle-class Bengali IT professional who has lived for himself only so far? The source of this content is deep, only a man who has responsibilities of other's happiness can smile like this! Spontaneously, she kept a hand on Rohan's shoulder out of a deep affection, whose source is unknown even to her own. Rohan turned back at her, and gazed at her smiling face for a long time...

You are smiling, my queen! So today you really feel proud of me, isn't it?

"Let's go, Rohan... Diwan-E-Khas...

Nothing especial happened in Diwan-E-Khas. Rohan was completely silent there, thinking something deeply looking at the white pillars, which were newly built', according to him. They visited the mosques, the Meena Bazar- which were specially arranged for the women of the fort, and the prison where Shahjahan was kept till his last breaths. It was around 12 when the whole tour is completed. Guddu was suggesting going to Tajmahal after having lunch, but seeing Rohan's condition, Pragya denied. She had understood the search of Rohan through his past has not ended here. He will not be able to live this place unless he finds what he was searching for...

"Do one thing Guddu... You go with the car and have your lunch and relaxations. Come back to pick us up around 9pm after the end of light and sound show.

"What will you people do till then? Guddu had popped out his eyes. Hence Pragya had to manage with a casual smile. "We will explore more...

Hence, Guddu had gone; Pragya was sitting on a bench in front of Jahangir Mahal and drinking water keeping an eye on Rohan. Rohan was roaming around, was completely lost. Pragya tried to arrange all the incidents of today one by one. She was trying to keep a track of the changes of Rohan. The changes are very consistent, and gradual. In Kolkata, he was still having dreams and visions of the past lives; from Amer fort he has started living in those dreams; and from today, has the dreams of his past lives already overlapped on his present entity? Or is it just a phase?

"Pragya!

Pragya was shocked. She had not expected Rohan to call her this way by her name in this phase. All calculations are again messed up!

Rohan was panting. His eyes were glowing with an insane excitement. A normal man with normal sense cannot have this eye! Pragya's heartbeat doubled though she controlled herself and got up.

"Look what I have found! Come with me! Come!!

He started pulling Pragya. He was heading towards the debris of the old Akbari Mahal...