The
Phalgun brought with it the colours of the sun. The sleepy winters had broken
to the spring bringing forth with it the warmth of the sun and the freshness of
the flowers. The dusk had mitigated and the sun sank beneath the horizon slowly
diminishing in the sand bed. The temple bells ceaselessly tinkled, the first
pale stars chuckled out in the night sky littering the heavens with its
magnificent hues. He slipped his feet inside the golden embroidered mojri, the
delicate strings of golden thread weaved with hanging pearls tinkled and
bounced as his feet tapped on the slippery and cool marble floor. It's been
five years, five long years since he had seen her. He knew she was his destiny
and she was his. A huge smile of glory and victory ran across his face as he
carefully glanced at his reflection adorning the long corridor, as he walked
towards his room. The place lights were swung and the last count of the hour
was accompanied by the playing of drums and cymbals cheering his glory. For
five years, he had dreamt about this. For five long years, her face had never
left her, for five long years, he tossed and turned relentlessly every night
tormented by her thought. For five long years, her smile had not left him. But
now the wait was over. He rubbed his palms anxiously his feet tapping through
the hallway. The pearl strings were hanging jauntily from his neck and his Sword swayed in his hand and the huge
jewel in his bright red turban was shining brightly. His heart hammering
beneath his bosom as every step he took increased his anxiety to see her and
hold her in his arms. A delectable shot of enthusiasm ran through his veins and
his confused yet firm resolute steps led him to the huge door, intricately
carved and painted in hues of gold with ruby embellishments. It seemed to him,
as if he had been walking through centuries. It's been ages he had seen her but
he could sense the same thrill in his body remembering her smile that could
have captured the hearts of even the most barbaric souls, even a cruel one like Jalaal's.
The
door slammed opened with a bang, so did his heart missed a beat. Sweaty beads
threaded on his forehead. Who knew the Prince of the whole country, the heir to
the throne, the valiant soul, the one whose sword could slay the mightiest and
still not waver, would flutter and flip at the thought of going to his room. He
peeped inside, his eyes obliquely set, his face widening an inch with a smile
and his bewitching eyes enthralled by the ambience of the place. Everything was
just as he had imagined. His huge room lit up with the candles and earthen
lamps, the haze of the sandalwood incense sticks filled his heart with amorous
fancies rekindling in hi the same spark as it was five years ago, when he had
first laid his eyes upon her. The flower linings hanging like canopy over his
round bed spread with rich silks from Persia swayed and sashayed with the
tiny gust s of wind entering through a jharonkha. His heart felt a loud
thud...There she sat,there she sat right there in front of his eyes,the one who
tormented her since last five years.The one who had left him with a sting and
had withdrawn herself from him. The beautiful bride in red, covered in veil
sitting amidst the rich backdrop of his gorgeously decorated wedding bed.
Seconds maybe minutes passed in STUPOR, Was this for Real? He pinched himself
hard, trying to regain his consciousness which seemed entrapped in the figure
that sat in front of him, her knees curled up near her bosom hugged by her
hands which conjoined together, fingers entwined. The wind was blowing in
fitful gentle puffs carrying with it the fragrance of the damp khus curtains on
the window. She sensed his eyes upon her causing her to stiffen a bit as she
pulled her knees even more closer to herself, her glittering red bangles
tinkling at her gesture. He suddenly became dry mouthed, clueless at what need
to be said or done at that moment. Though the weather was awesomely pleasant
with the winds blowing and dashing across his bosom, yet his forehead was
adorned by tiny sweat beads .He was very nervous and afraid. Moonlight basked the already dimly lit room, adding a
silvery sheen to the olive green silken bed
sheets which creased and crumbled due to the constant curling of her
toes as she nervously sat on his the bed waiting for him. His aimless eyes
glanced upon the warm glass of milk kept on a side table and his nervousness
compounded manifold. He was in terrible dilemma. He was breathing heavily as
the time ticked on. With each tick his impulsive heartbeat fastened its pace,
as he removed his mojris and walked towards her, his feet fell on the fluffy,
golden Persian rug beneath which tickled him in the best possible way.
PERFECT!! He sighed this was what he had imagined every day. But now when she
was here sitting adorned with heavy bridal jewellery...Jadau necklace,beautiful
bangles,Tiny anklets, mangtika, Huge nose ring, beautiful jhumkas, peeping through
her semi-transparent sequined veil his
big bright eyes fluttered more and more in nervousness than confidence
.He watched her stiffen some more as he walked towards her,his eyes glued to
her petite form.She was a slender woman when he had left her ,but now her
curves fuller and more alluring dimpled her translucent gold embellished red
veil. His heartbeats quickened as he was mesmerized by the very essence of her.
. He soon realized the distance between them was diminishing. It was then he
recognizes that it was he that was walking towards her. His feet stopped him
all of two arm lengths away. He could now see her in her full splendour.
As if
orchestrated, he took the remaining step forward when suddenly, he found the
earth beneath him shattering to pieces and even before he could realise he had
hit the ground toppling over a huge gold plated brass flower vase which rolled
along with him causing the huge palatial room echo with a smothered bass. He
was horrified and flabbergasted. His ears heard a rustling, followed by the tinkling of
anklets, and before he knew a touch so deep and thrilling overwhelmed him. Her
fingertips were cool on his warm flushing tanned skin and there he saw her
standing near him and holding his head. Blood in his vein congealed and a shot
of excitement ran through his mind as he stared her slender fingers adorned
with threads of pearls extending her hands towards him.
A
deep sense of happiness carried him away and he flustered and touched her
palms, fingers interlocked and suddenly in quest to get up holding her hand he
slipped again this time falling flat on the ground.
"Hahaha", Peals and Peals of her crystalline laughter echoed in the silence of
the night and Jalal just wobbled in excitement. The voice of her laughter brought
him back from his short spell and he stared at her annoyed, His beautiful wife
laughing away in full glory looking at his miserable plight.
Embarrassed
he got up brushing off his clothes and stared at her deep and hard. Her giggle
was unstoppable, laughing her guts, she took him back in time…Her giggle was
just the same as he had first met her five years ago, The same shrill, the same
pitch and the same wobbling laughing her heart out.
She
placed her hand on her mouth and giggled again.
That
was it...He could not take it any longer and her continuous giggle annoyed him
to the core…A wife needed to respect her husband and that too a prince.Anger
overpowered him and he grabbed her shoulders digging his fingers deep into her
porcelain skin of the arms taking her by shock and shaing her
violently,"Ismein itna hansne ki kya baat hai hmmm…"
Pulling
her closer, he squeezed her arm, making her shriek in pain. Suddenly a gust of
wind blew hard and her veil got off from her face forcibly and the fragrance
laden wind, just extinguished all the candles in the room leaving both of them
plunged into darkness. The silence in the room was scary and before he could
react, the gap between their bodies were sealed as she just snaked her arms
around him and clutched him hard and hugging him with all her might. A sudden
light flashed in front of his eyes and everything just went blank for him. His
heartbeat stopped and he almost froze with a sudden wave of need. She was there
in his arms, His beautiful bride, shivering in nervousness scared of the dark,
holding in her slender fingers the collar of his sherwani crumpled in her grip.
He felt giddy headed as his hands embraced her unconsciously and then years of
loneliness, the years of yearning and the years of wait all ceased to exist
that very moment. His hands crawled up her back, making her shiver and then
traced its way in the lengths of her hair which were kissing his palms. A
sudden realization dawned upon her and she parted from him with a jolt. He
could see her eyes and lips as the prodigal moonlight streamed through the
window. He knew not what trapped him but suddenly he held her shoulders again.
He watched her eyes dance and twinkle and he deciphered a long story that
needn't a single spoken word. Staring deep into her eyes, he almost lost count
of time. The wind tossed the limp curls around her face which shined in the
impudent moonlight .Jalaal was STUNNED, MESMERIZED AND DAZED. Hair the deep
shade of auburn, like the purple grapes viewed at midnight, eyes like the fire
of diamonds and plump lips like the winter cherry. Jalaal stood there his eyes
left wide open without even blinking his eyelids .She looked back at him .His
eyes speaking about his desires. She lowered her eyes embarrassed; the sudden
found shyness sent him into throes of ecstasy. He held her chin and made her
look at him. Her eyelids still lowered. He could now feel her exotic fragrance.
It was the same, yes the same, like the juhi flowers blooming at midnight.That
lingering fragrance was the same when he had met five years ago and had
lingered in his mind since years. He held her close, moved his face closer to
her and she suddenly placed her hands on his bosom,"Ji wo dudh...pehle…" her
tinkling voice reached his ears making him smirk.He could not rest any longer.
Her sweet breath fanned his face as she spoke evoking in him urges beyond his
comprehension. Without wasting a second, he lifted her in his arms glancing at
her petite frame scooped in his strong muscular arms. A grin spread across his
face as she saw her face blush with flattery and aspiration. With a few steps
he walked towards the bed when suddenly he felt as if he could not lift her
weight and fell down with a huge crash. .His chin was lying flat …and
everything went blank…..
He
opened his eyes with a jolt. The room was not where he was standing; it was not
dark but brightly lit with the glass chandeliers hanging from the gold painted
ceilings. His body broke in a cold clammy sweat realizing where he was. Sitting
on the mattress on the floor adorned with silk robes and cushions, he was there
right there in a huge hall, where he had fallen asleep. A deep sense of guilt
dawned upon him. HE HAD BEEN DREAMING DOZING RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS
COURTROOM, TIRED OF ALL THE CEREMONIES THAT TOOK PLACE SINCE THE WHOLE DAY. He
wiped the sweat from his face with the red silk cloth and heaved a huge sigh of
relief that no one really noticed what he did. The lights had been swung and
the gusts around sipped alcohol from the intricately etched silver chalices.
His glass was right there is front of him; he had not even taken a sip. The
huge velvet fans swayed by his side by the servants wafted the silk curtains
beside him touching his shoulders. The hem of her dress rolled in a conical
flare and her gunroom laden feet seduced the hearts of the gathering, as it
thumped and played with the floor. She swayed around to the tunes of the sarong
and the flute while the royal artist sang the finest thumri
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Youn hi pehlu mein baithe raho
Youn hi pehlu mein baithe raho
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Haaye mar jaayenge hum to loot jaayenge
Aisi baatein kiya na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
The fine hands of the courtesan rolled around and
her brows arched sending everyone in wonders as they sipped the alcohol, but
Jalaal looked disinterested. The whole gathering, the celebration for the
homecoming of his bride after 5 long years did not interest him anymore. The
whole scenario just tested his patience. His eyes moved around looking at his father-the
King Humayun who sat on the glittering throne and beside him was the Wazir
Bairan Khan .The richly orated golden curtains swayed back and forth with the
breeze. Everyone's temperament seemed to be high strung except him who was
restless now.
Tum hi socho zara kyun na roke tumhe
Jaan jaati hai jab uth ke jaate ho tum
Jaan jaati hai jab uth ke jaate ho tum
Tumko apni kasam jaan-e-jaan
Baat itni meri maan lo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Haaye mar jaayenge hum to loot jaayenge
Aisi baatein kiya na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
The glass chandeliers were brightly lit up with
candles and faraway behind the transparent curtains sat amidst the bunch of
ladies veiled was his life,the one who tormented him in his dreams every now
and then. She sat there surrounded by his Dai ma Mahamanga and his sister Husna
who giggled and whispered occasionally in her ears which made her stiffen
again. She sat there just as he had seen her in his dream ,Princess Jodha
,curled up like a ball ,frozen like a
statue. Jalaal peeped hard trying to catch a glimpse of her .His eyes all over
her frame. The gust of wind made the silk tissue golden curtain sway and all
that his eyeballs could grab were her slender fingers entwined with each other
and the slender stands of pearls which adorned them. Equally bright were her
glistening tiny feet adorned with Alta which nervously moved .His heart flipped
as he saw her stiffen a bit sensing his eyes upon her…..A smirk again ran
across his face which lit up.
Kitna masoom rangeen hain yeh sama
Husn aur ishq ki aaj meraaj hai
Husn aur ishq ki aaj meraaj hai
Kal ki kisko khabar jaan-e-jaan
Rok lo aaj ki raat ko
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Youn hi pehlu mein baithe raho
Youn hi pehlu mein baithe raho
He stared at her deep and hard but she turned her
face away fuelling his already simmering anxiety and anger. He gritted his
teeth in frustration. The whole day had been eventful tiring and exhausting him
and his ecstasy of his dream of leaving him unsatisfied made him boil with
anger.
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Haaye mar jaayenge hum to loot jaayenge
Aisi baatein kiya na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
The
courtroom echoed with cheers and claps. The courtesan moved around and suddenly
the hem of her dress slapped his cheeks. He reached the barometer of his
patience and anxiety and harshly grabbed the dupatta startling everyone and he
roared loudly, "Band karo yeh sab tamasha ab bahut ho gaya. Hum bahut jyada thak gaye hain….",
The
music came to halt and everyone looked shocked ,including the bride who sat
there frozen. Stomping his feet in anger, the prince walked away and the rest
giggled and whispered in hushed tones…
"Aaaj
ki mehfil yehin barkhasta ki jati
hai….aap sabhi se darkhwasta hai ki dawat ka maza lein ….",King Humayun
announced trying to ease the situation .Husna pressed her shoulders gently and
giggling whispered in her ears, "Lagta hai Bhabhi..Bhaijaan se sabra nahi ho raha
hai….".The words of Husna sunk inside the bride's ears and she froze again with
fear.
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