Akdha FF: Feast of Memories (On Hold) - Page 11

Very nice update didu

Jodha now knows the truth bt it is hard for her to believe the truth

Continue it soon😊

Jalal zeigt der heutigen Jodha, den Unterschied zur Kaiserin, die für ihre Überzeugen eingestanden ist.

Die Jetzt Jodha überlässt es anderen, ihr Leben zu beeinflussen.

Ich mag Ihre Erzählung❤️👏.

Ich freue mich schon auf das nächste Update🤗

Where are you dear???

😒

Chapter 21: A Flash of the Past

"Kya baat hai! Aaj huzoor ke mijaz bade khaas hai." I teased him. Regardless of how our relationship had begun, we did come to a point of teasing each other without worrying about offending each other.

"Mijaz khaas hai kyuki shaam ki baat khaas hai." He pointed out. We sat in the small tent that was made neat the banks in the vicinity of the palace so one could keep an eye on the Emperor but enough to give them privacy. The tent was small and set up with sticks. The top portion being octagonal and covered with a translucent curtain. On the ground, it seem circular. Kashmiri carpet given no damn about and put on the ground. Mattress set up on the carpet and several pillows plopped up on the mattress.

He downed a glass of wine.

"Are you going to be drinking the whole while? Because it is going to ruin the beautiful setting. You always do something crazy when you're drunk. Last time you were drunk, you tried to cross the river by making elephants walk through the boats." I told him.

"Again, Heer. I am telling you. I was not drunk. I was just acting like I was drunk." He defended exasperatedly.

"Sure, why not. I believe you." I commented sarcastically. He groaned.

"Why doesn't anyone believe me when I say that?" He complained.

"You can tell you future heir someday. There are chances that poor child will believe." I remarked.

We had started eating food. He had been careful not to have anything that would make me uncomfortable.

"So, what's so special about this evening?" I asked him.

"Well, you like the river bank and night sky so I wanted to prepare them for you." He explained.

"That's quite nice of you." I agreed. His fingers together clicked against the small table in a rhythm. His eyes having a certain thoughtful look. His knee was tapping against the mattress. What was possibly making the Emperor of Hindustan nervous?

"I have been wanting to tell you something." He started.

"Okay..." I looked at him giving him the attention.

"This is not easy for me. I am not quite familiar with this kind of situation. I'm not one for emotional connect. Even this feeling is not familiar to me, Heer. I mean I know that we are married and all. Our marriage didn't particularly start on a good note. It was a bad time for you. To find yourself in a state like this is not familiar or easy. New people, new culture, new religion, new rules and everything. I know I am a little difficult to bear with. I'm cruel at times and other times, I seem nice. This whiplash bothers me myself. My life hadn't been particularly easy or soft. Perhaps because life has been cruel to me, even I react a little cruelly at times. Yet, there is one thing I know. You make me a better person. You make me see a different light that I have never seen before. Major influences, except ammijaan, have been orthodox on me and hence I have that sort of wiring in my mind. You're like the fresh air of a second perspective. In days when I feel that things are getting difficult, I think of you and I feel that I'll go through them just fine." He started rambling. Maybe, I wasn't assuming what I was thinking for the past week. He might actually be in love with me. "The kind of attraction that is fleeting is very familiar to me. I've had it all the time but with you, it is not fleeting like with others. It is a different feeling and I just know it in my gut." He was now violently shaking his knee as he rambled on. He was trying to find words to say it properly.

I kneeled up on the mattress. Reaching him over the table, I grabbed him by his tunic and kissed him. It has to be now or never. He was completely taken by surprise. He wasn't expecting it. I pulled away.

"I love you." He uttered. I smiled. I hadn't thought of myself as someone so bold enough but he definitely does that to me. He fell back off blinking. He ran his fingers through his hair. I laughed at that. With a flash, he got up. The empty plate pushed away and he toppled the table over carelessly.

"Shehenshah..." I pointed at the table but he grabbed me and kissed me. Hungry, demanding and impatient. I was almost over him, his legs one either side of me. His one hand between my neck and cheek and other around my waist under my dupatta. He didn't seem to have an intention of letting me go.

I got up with a jerk. For the past few days, it has been like this. I randomly have scenes of them while I sleep. They're so detailed and vibrant like I was actually trapped in there. I ran my finger through my hair. I drank some water to calm my raging heart beat. It has been almost two weeks in a row. I checked the time and got up to get myself ready for work. Jalal had gone for his project in Italy. He was going to take a while.

"Have you not slept well, meri bacchi?" Dadu asked.

"Just dreams, Dadu. Nothing to worry about. It's all chill." I assured him and waved my hand dismissively.

"It has been two week, Jodha. Don't you think you should visit some therapist? She get through it and help you." Dadu offered. I sighed. Maybe I should consider Dadu's advice.

"I'll see." I nodded.

I checked card that Dadu gave me. Dr. Ira Kapoor. She was famous therapist and psychologist. I made an appointment. She was free today evening. I finished my work in the morning and comfortably went up to the therapist. I was little crazy in head. I mean if she finds all this stupid and looks at me like I'm crazy. I'm going to die of embarrassment. That's the reason I've been avoiding for the past two weeks. Sakshi kept saying that maybe I should actually go visit a therapist. I've told her that dreams have been making my sleep difficult but didn't tell her about them specific.

"Miss Jodha Singh?" The assistant asked.

"Yes." I stood up.

"Dr Kapoor is ready for you." She told me. I pushed the door. The room was perfect in its ambiance.

"Miss Singh. Glad you're here. Make yourself comfortable." She told me as she got up from her desk. She pulled out a new file and walked up to the chair before the couch. She gave me a smile. I smiled at her. "So, what are you finding difficulty it?"

"Well, I've been having trouble sleeping for the past two weeks." I started. "This has not been a pattern before."

"Alright. Has something happened in recent days that has made you feel this way?" She asked.

"I..." I hesitated. She just gave me a smile.

"How about, you tell me something about yourself first." She offered. I started telling her about myself. She told me something about herself.

"Two weeks ago, I had celebrated my birthday and then at night, Samaira invited me for a night stay at their house and I came across a few portraits. One of them look exactly like me. Since then, I seem to have this weird dreams. More like detailed scenes of the two people together." I explained to her the whole thing.

"Have you ever had dreams like that before?" She asked.

"Rarely once or twice. It wasn't on a daily basis but now it has become constant." I told her. She stayed silent for a whole while. She walked up to a shelf and got me a few books. She opened several case study pages.

"Jodha, it might seem odd to you but the science of psychology believes that our soul take birth in several bodies. Rebirth. When we gain a new body, the past memories are repressed because the new brain doesn't have any such experiences of it. It has never known anything about it and hence doesn't have any memories made of them. Yet, the soul is known to have memories. The soul's own memories are based on how strongly it has been attached to you and how strongly you adhere to habits that are common to you. The soul has a personality and its own way to being." She told me and showed case studies. A boy who never known Russian could read and write Russian. Someone who has never visited any other city except the one he lives in know another city so perfectly that he could name each street with exactly place.

"So, you think that it is somehow related to me in my past life?" I asked her.

"Jodha, I have seen patients who can exactly describe every single aspect of their past life when they have once seen it. The attack on one's soul leave marks that doesn't go away. Patients often come in saying they have had terrible pain in their abdomen but medical scans show nothing. The do not even have a history of any injury there. When they had been accessed with a treatment called 'Past Life Regression', it has been found that they had been attacked viciously by a bear and mauled to death. It has left a very shaky memory and they seem to still feel the pain. It had triggered a fear of bears in their present life." She explained.

"But why all of a sudden, Doctor? I've never had them before. I had a perfectly well-balanced life before. Why are they triggering themselves now?" I asked.

"Jodha, as far as I have learnt about soul memories, there are two ways they come up. One, they have been having them since they were really small, as old as 3. Two, an event traumatizing which has exactly happened to them before occurs again to trigger the memories from the soul. What we often call Deja Vu. When the Deja Vu is way too strong and kicking, the repressed memories come up." She explained.

"Doctor, I am pretty sure that neither of them is the case I have been in. The even that triggered my memories was not anything tragic and I have never had them as a child." I explained.

"Quite possibly, the last possibility is that your soul had seen has seen something coming your way that is troublesome and you are not aware. Soul warns us from several things that our brain doesn't perceive."

Nice update👍🏼

So now she started having flashes of past..

Scenes of past beautifully described👏

Update soon...

nice chappy she went for therapy...and doc said some trouble what kind of trouble it would be 😒