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Chapter 8: Part V
If it was possible for a rajput to yell his cryout, to let the heartache stream through, in the form of flooding tears, the two would have done it. They would have wailed, they would have let their grief seize their sanity, they would have broken all hell loose. Instead, Bhagwant and Sujamal stared back at the seemingly lifeless unmoving form of their sister. The air had gone so thick that somehow the brothers felt that they couldn’t breathe anymore. The sinking beat of their heart became even slow and laboured. There laid their beloved sister like a corpse all dark and gloom, and they who had sworn to protect her, couldn’t do a thing. The time had stopped. Bereaved of breath, pulse and life they blinked and stared into the darkness of night. There was nothing left to resist, the brothers thus stayed limp. Their bodies grounded and overpowered by Mirza and Bashir, and their soul sucked into oblivion. With all their guards down, every single cell of their body defeated, all they could see was that her limp form had been scooped up by the Mogul king, who was yelling in a delirious state “SUMMON THE HEALERS, NOWWW…..!!”
All the more Mogul soldiers had gathered, bewildered Bashir and Mirza, who had been reeking with confusion, looked back at their king, who was heading towards his residing post, with the teen scooped up in his arms..A horrified look of mortification had darkened his face, his shrill yet cracked voice pierced the silence of the night again…”SEND FOR HEALERS,,GO”
Mirza and Bashir, setting aside their confusion, pushed the brothers towards other soldiers, who were too incoherent in their state to resist, and ran to summon the healers as per their king’s command.
Bhagwant and Sujamal were pushed back to where other rajput soldiers were held captive. Bhagwant kept nodding his head in denial, while Sujamal slumped dead. Everything was lost, this can not happen. “SHE”, their beloved sister, the very essence of their lives could not…NO!!NO!!SHE WOULD BE OKAY, SHE’LL HAVE TO BE OKAY..Never in their lives the dread of this kind had ever thundered their heart. The morbid feeling of ultimate raw fear, guilt and helplessness rattled their already broken bones. Their heart thudded across their ribcage, and those who had never known fear, felt the same in its full bloom and entirety.
But brothers were not the only one suffering the pang of dread for the first time ever, there was someone else too, and the feelings were mutual to every single ounce . It was the “Mogul king”..His hammering heart was making it hard for him to breathe, the very girl for whom he had been trying to stop the impending fall of Amer was lying in his arms, lifeless and brutalized by his very own hands. It was the second time, second damn time when he failed to recognize her conceited appearance. Second damn time that he touched her with all his brute force. The fact that he could have (or who knows he already has) taken the life out of her, if her brother hadn’t called her name out, trembled his spine. The morbid idea of she dying (that too by his own hands) shook his steeled nerves to such an extent that he realized he might fall unconscious before even reaching his residential post. His head spiralled, his vision all black & starry, his steps misled and trembling, but the king somehow managed, he reached his chambers and lowered her on bed.
With all the courage he could muster, he dared to look at her in the light of the lamp that lit his chamber. Her armoured helmet had fallen long back leaving her dishevelled dirt stuck long tresses free, her camouflaging green/ black stripped paint was smudged at varied places, that revealed the fair part of her appearance. A deep gash just underneath her left brow was fresh and bleeding. Scratches, cuts adorned her face like that of a true warrior, and a deep blue angry wound just above her chin, underneath her pale lips seemed worse. The moment he lowered his gaze to her neck, the deep blue marks of his four fingers were prominently eminent on her flushed pale neck. The sight churned his belly and for a minute Jalal could feel the bile rising to his throat, and as if he needed to puke the contents out, he averted his gaze and lowered his face to ground.
Before he could gather his senses back, the royal old healer entered his chambers and looked at his king who looked deadly pale, horribly sick, his hands on his chest, howering on his bed post, either trying to breathe or vomit.
The worried old man hurried to his king and rubbed his back with concern all over his face, in an attempt to ease the mogul king. Jalal composed himself and moved, bringing the old man’s attention to the figure laying on the bed.
Healer: Good lord, my king! Is that a girl in a man’s armour?
Jalal nodded and suddenly grabbed the healer’s wrist. The healer winced but stayed composed.
Jalal (exasperated): She seems to be breathing, but I can not be sure. The pulse is too weak and slow for me to assess.
The healer placed his other palm on Jalal’s hand in an attempt to calm, and reverted his gaze back to the unconscious girl. What can a girl be doing amongst these men of war and battle? But now was not the time to raise any query. He brought his fingers around her nose and then pressed his fingers onto side of her neck to assess the rate of her pulse.
Healer: She is breathing my king! She’ll live, but the condition doesn’t feel very promising. Let me examine the extent of damage. Poor girl! What on heavens has she run over by?
Jalal (glorifiedly ashamed, whispered): THE DEVIL
The thoughts echoed in his mind, “Yes, he must be really be the spawn of the devil himself or else who would do a damage of this extent, to an angel like her.” The emotions of utter self disgust and hatred splayed over Jalal’s face, that couldn’t escape the keen eyes of the healer. The old man looked back at his king and then he noticed the hilt of the dagger that lay embedded in Jalal’s chest. His hands still shaking with tremors.
Healer (concerned): My king! You’re hurt as well. Let me see.
Jalal (protested): I’m fine. Tend to her. SHE HAS TO LIVE, WHATEVER BE THE COST.
With this statement, he pulled the dagger out of his shoulders without a wince, moved out of the chamber and found Abdul hurrying towards him.
Abdul : My king! Are you okay? Mirza just told me about the ambush..
Jalal could only manage to utter one word “Bakshi?”
Abdul: Her condition has stabilized my friend. The child is safe too, although she hasn’t delivered yet. The healers say the child could take another day or two to arrive. Mariam Makani has safely reached Nagaur and under her care Bakshi is much better now. They wanted me to be with you, nothing to worry, Chugtai Khan and our men are at guard. All is well and safe.
Jalal couldn’t make the most of his words, but heard “Bakshi..Child..Mariam Makani.. well and safe!!”
Abdul, now much closer, was quite shocked to see the state of his king. He look exhausted, lost, incoherent and his hands, his hands shook. Never had he seen Jalal in such a fragile state, he grasped his shoulder, pulled him towards one of the residential tent, let him in and made him sit. Other than a bleeding wound at the shoulder he looked physically unharmed, so what was wrong?
Abdul: Jalal, my friend! What is it??
Jalal remained silent. Abdul in an attempt to find something to offer him to drink, to calm him down, looked around. Finding nothing, he stepped out of the tent to fetch the same, leaving Jalal behind.
Exasperated, tired and exhausted Jalal sunk on the ground leaning back on the bed post. His eyelids fluttered shut and in the flash of a moment all the passed events came gushing back, like the high tide flushing his memory with all guilt, pain and agony over and over again. …The image of him, twisting her wrist in a barbaric wrung to let the sword off her hand, and that deep cut underneath her brow that she received from his vicious knee blow. Flash of Jodha writhing underneath his vice grip , pushed up on the tree, her feet dangling off in air, her futile attempts to loosen his grip to get a chunk of air in her lungs, through that choked windpipe. And then, she slumping down like a dead corpse the moment he let his grip go…
His eyes cracked open, he seethed in anger at his hands which were still shaking. Unable to uphold the anger, he swung his bare hands and broke the night lamp that stood by the bed post. The glass lamp shattered leaving the shards of glass pieces stuck in his hand. He was furious, the pain, grief and vexation took the form of uncontrolled fury, an ultimate rage..
That obnoxious, headstrong, suicidal, foolish foolish girl…What the hell she was thinking coming up into the enemy camp at the dark of night, all by her herself, disguised in a man’s armour? What if she had met that vicious Sharif’ud’din instead, if I hadn’t reached on time? (The thought left Jalal’s nerve even more wrecking)..That stupid, overconfident, self sacrificing, nerve wrecking girl must have walked into trap herself, if Sharif’ud’din was here..He must have known it was her I’d met, he was actually after her. And indeed he could have ruined me, and that too without any attempt, this insanely stubborn princess could have gotten herself trapped, without him even trying. And what he could have done? That imbecile, that lecher (His heart burnt with the fires of hell)…The way she fought, ready to exhaust all her energy for just one kill, one could easily tell, she hadn’t even been at a real battle before, and that impossible brat of a princess dared to infiltrate the camps of not just any enemy, but mine, the Mogul camps..knowingly that it was the brute Mogul king himself as the opponent.. Could she be such an audacious fool, or she thought herself of an overconfident brat of a warrior? Or was she really so ready to throw her precious life attempting a vain escapade for her people ??Why the girl couldn’t wait a night? He was not here to fight? Why she always has to cross his path in such circumstances where he ends up hurting her?And this time, he almost took her life, these wretched brutal hands, he hated them,all they spill is blood, all they do is kill..He hated them..hated them so very much.
Agonized, confused, furious Jalal stood up to pace around the room. The tremors wont stop, and every flashing image of Jodha wincing, would surge a wave of rigour to them. Abdul entered the room and before he could acknowledge Jalal’s bleeding hand with shards of glasses pierced deep in the skin. Jalal roared, in utter desperation and anguish.
Jalal: THEY WON’T STOP SHAKING. I CANT MAKE THEM STOP. THEY KILL AND KILL, AND I HATE THEM..
With these final verses, he turned and slumped them hard onto the long dressing mirror that stood at the side of the post. The mirror shattered into pieces, leaving his hands acutely bruised and wounded.
Abdul rushed and pushed Jalal back before he could wreck more damage to himself.
Abdul: FOR GOD SAKE STOP IT! CALM DOWN MY FRIEND..PLEASE..
Jalal slumped on his back.
Jalal (whispered): I almost,, I almost killed her Abdul..I,,,, me,,,, of all people, could have taken her life…I COULD HAVE TAKEN HER VERY LIFE WITH THESE BARE HANDS…
Abdul: But you didn’t..She is alive, breathing..How could you’ve known??You didn’t know..You came here to ensure her safety..
Jalal: AND YET I THREATENED HER VERY EXISTENCE…
Before Abdul could protest..
Jalal (exhausted): Leave me alone, Abdul..
Abdul: Your hands are bleeding..You need aid Jalal..
Jalal (succumbed): I’m fine. I shall see the healer. For now, please leave..I wanna be alone for a while..
Abdul complied, with a small press at Jalal’s shoulders in a gesture of reassurance, he left.
Jalal sat in silence, for how long he didn't know..all he knew was that he had to get better of his shaken nerves..He needed to calm down, to think and think hard with all the sense of foresight and clarity, he could manage to gather. Sharif’ud’din was at loose, and Jalal now knew, why he was after the princess of Amer? Jalal also knew that the vicious man would stop at nothing unless detained. Jalal had to do something, that too quite fast.
Time passed and the dreadful night was through. Dawn had begun to spread the redness of the rising sun. It had been quite a while, but the old man was still attending the patient, he hadn’t come out. Jalal didn’t have the courage to go back and see her in that state. All he could do was wait and wait for the healer to inform him about her. So he waited, all the while keeping his gaze afixed on his chamber. He had come to a resolve, he knew what he had to do and howsomuch upheavel his actions might cause, there seemed to be no easy way out.
So, he sighed and confessed staring back at his chamber, “Forgive me my love! For all the pains that I’ve inflicted on you, knowingly or unknowingly. But above all, forgive me more, for I’m to break your heart. A necessary evil it would be, but I’ve to keep you safe. And even if I be damned, I shall not regret”….
Originally posted by: PBDcrazy
Hey waiting for the update.... Hope u remember else there r many people here to make u remind abt the update 😆
Updated dear
Sorry for the delay though..
Originally posted by: kriya_12
dear writer , where r u ??
Sorry dear..I'm delayed, but right here..enjoy the update..
Amazing chapter dear...it's very different because they already like each other...the way u showed jalals condition was very beautiful...plzz try to update soon it's very hard to wait when u want to read further.
Sorry dear..I'm delayed, but right here..enjoy the update..
okk dear , but but why such a tease , u always stop at a point where we cannot wait to read more .
oh god
jalal is devasted now
and also planning to secure jodha now i think it is because of shariffudin
hope jodha will be fine soon
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