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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi Jodha Akbar fans. This is gonna a short story about Anarkali and Salim.
PART 1
Anarkali, the woman he loved, was gone. And he was here in Kashmir with a woman he was supposed to love but couldn't.
After the first days of their marriage, he managed to fake happiness.
For Rajkumari Mann Bai's sake, after all, she was innocent and hurting her would be like a crime against that innocence.
They had come to Kashmir to attend the wedding of Kashmir's princess and were staying as guests in her father's palace.
As Mann Bai got ready, Salim stood outside the room, looking up at the sky sadly.
His thoughts wandered back to his time with Anarkali.
So many of their moments were so small that he didn't think of them much until now...
Like the first time he had touched Anarkali's lips.
They were sitting with their feet dipped in the river and while she spoke to him, he could not focus on her words, only on her lips.
She noticed he was not listening and addressed him.
"Shehzade, what are you thinking of?"
He did not reply.
"Shehz..." She stopped talking.
Salim had plucked a flower from the pomegranate tree by the river and touched her lips with it.
He felt too shy to touch her lips with his own fingers, scared she would get up and run away.
So he used the flower instead.
The sight of Anarkali's reaction was delightful.
She had closed her eyes and her pink lips had shivered.
Her hand gripped at some blades of grass on the ground.
"Anarkali...Jaan E Salim." He whispered softly. "My Queen."
She got closer to her and soon, the pomegranate flower fell from his hand and he touched her lower lip with his index finger.
Her chest rose and fell slowly, and Salim felt her shiver as he put his hands on her shoulders and laid her down on the grass.
She shied away, turning her face to the other direction.
"You're shying away from me?" He asked rhetorically, making her blush.
"No...I am a slave to you. I won't shy away."
"You deserve to be a Queen. Not a slave.
I will give you what you deserve."
That day, Anarkali and Salim had their first kiss by the river.
Thinking back to these memories when Anarkali was far away from him pierced through Salim's heart worse than an arrow.
He wondered where she was now.
His only reassurance was knowing she was alive.
"Shehzade..."
Salim turned around to look at Mann Bai.
She was dressed in an orange saree with heavy jewellery.
He wanted to compliment her beauty but it was as though his tongue was tied.
Anarkali was far more beautiful...
The thought made him feel guilty. After all, the Almighty gave each person their share of beauty as He deemed fit.
Parts will be very short but I will try to post two parts per week.
The story starts from the point Salim and Maan Bai leave Agra to attend the wedding of the Kashmir princess. Anarkali has also left.
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TRAGIC LOVE
PART 1
Shehzade Salim knew he was supposed to act happy. After all, he had just gotten married. But to a woman he didn't love.
Anarkali, the woman he loved, was gone. And he was here in Kashmir with a woman he was supposed to love but couldn't.
After the first days of their marriage, he managed to fake happiness.
For Rajkumari Mann Bai's sake, after all, she was innocent and hurting her would be like a crime against that innocence.
They had come to Kashmir to attend the wedding of Kashmir's princess and were staying as guests in her father's palace.
As Mann Bai got ready, Salim stood outside the room, looking up at the sky sadly.
His thoughts wandered back to his time with Anarkali.
So many of their moments were so small that he didn't think of them much until now...
Like the first time he had touched Anarkali's lips.
They were sitting with their feet dipped in the river and while she spoke to him, he could not focus on her words, only on her lips.
She noticed he was not listening and addressed him.
"Shehzade, what are you thinking of?"
He did not reply.
"Shehz..." She stopped talking.
Salim had plucked a flower from the pomegranate tree by the river and touched her lips with it.
He felt too shy to touch her lips with his own fingers, scared she would get up and run away.
So he used the flower instead.
The sight of Anarkali's reaction was delightful.
She had closed her eyes and her pink lips had shivered.
Her hand gripped at some blades of grass on the ground.
"Anarkali...Jaan E Salim." He whispered softly. "My Queen."
She got closer to her and soon, the pomegranate flower fell from his hand and he touched her lower lip with his index finger.
Her chest rose and fell slowly, and Salim felt her shiver as he put his hands on her shoulders and laid her down on the grass.
She shied away, turning her face to the other direction.
"You're shying away from me?" He asked rhetorically, making her blush.
"No...I am a slave to you. I won't shy away."
"You deserve to be a Queen. Not a slave.
I will give you what you deserve."
That day, Anarkali and Salim had their first kiss by the river.
Thinking back to these memories when Anarkali was far away from him pierced through Salim's heart worse than an arrow.
He wondered where she was now.
His only reassurance was knowing she was alive.
"Shehzade..."
Salim turned around to look at Mann Bai.
She was dressed in an orange saree with heavy jewellery.
He wanted to compliment her beauty but it was as though his tongue was tied.
Anarkali was far more beautiful...
The thought made him feel guilty. After all, the Almighty gave each person their share of beauty as He deemed fit.
In his eyes, Anarkali had the world's greatest share of beauty.
Part 2 Precap : Salim is drunk and imagines that Anarkali is in Maan Bai's place...
"You're my wife now. Come close to me, Begum"
AUTHOR'S NOTE : And that's it for part 1!
Drop a like and comment if you want to read part 2 soon.
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