Is It Hate OR Love? Jodha Akbar

Chapter 34 Part 2

Chapter 34 Part -2

Hira stirred towards him and in a casual tone she stated, "Thare snan ke vaste garam pani aur kuch kapde rakh diyo hai. Tu snan kar le tab tak me thare vaste roti leke aati hu." [I have kept hot water in the bathroom so you can take a shower; meanwhile, I will go and get food for you.]

Jalal strained his shoulder a bit to get up from the bed, but he sighed in pain and fell back in the bed.

Seeing his discomfort, Jodha loped towards him and bent down to give him support. She circled her hand towards his back.

While giving support, she almost cuddled him, but this time Jalal was in his complete awareness. Her sweet sandalwood divine aroma mingled his soul; how could Jalal forget her signature heavenly scent! Her gentle touch and intense care and concern gave a solid endorsement to his doubt. He embraced and pulled her down on top of him; for a moment, Jodha got lost in his embrace.

His soul, His body, His mind, everything cheered at once; with a deep sigh, Jalal hissed, "JODHA."

Every time she heard Jodha, her senses returned with a blow. In haste, she got up with pretense as if nothing happened, and without a single word, she ran out of the cottage. He futilely tried a few times to look at her face, but her cotton veil covered her entire face. Her action... Her hesitation... Her concern... Her care... Her worry... and Her silence little by little added happiness in Jalal's spirit.

He watched her scurrying away from him. With a grin, he slurred, "Jodha, you can try to hide, but I have recognized you. How could you think if you hide your face from I won't' recognize you? You are the source of my breath. You can speak in any tone you want, but your sweet melodious voice touches directly to my heart every time you utter a word. I don't need to hear your voice, but with every word, I feel the vibration. Your divine scent still resides in my breath and your tender flowery soft body that I can feel around me all the time. My heart began to beat once again with your mere touch. It's not just me; even my heartbeats recognize you. How could you forget that we are one, our souls are connected? How long will you uselessly try? Let's see Queen Jodha; how long will you play this hide and seek game with me.

After taking a hot shower, Jalal felt renewed with strength. The medicine worked like magic; his shoulder's pain was endurable; his inner force regained the desire to get cured quickly. As per his daily routine, he prayed to Allah. At the end of the Namaz, he looked up towards the sky with his open hands, and with a pleading tone, he appealed, "Hey parvardigar... mere yaqeen ko tutne mat dena. Woh hamari Jodha hi hai, usse hume mila de. Jo iss bar tumne humse khel khela toh hamara yaqeen iss duniya se uth jayega. Apne bande pe apni meher rakhna. Meri arji ko sun le mere mola. Iss bar jo tumne mere dil toda to us se aesi aah niklegi. Jisme hum jal ke mar jayenge."

"Yah Allah, don't let my trust be broken this time. Don't hurt me once again; I won't be able to bear the pain. Please let her be my Jodha only. Let us unite again. If you played any trick with me this time, then I would stop believing in divine power. Please shower your blessings on your child, my lord. Please hear my pleas. If you ruptured my heart this time, then I will die."

Jodha understood that she couldn't go in front of him anymore. He has substantial doubt on her. Every time she went near him, he felt her presence around him, and again & again, he called her Jodha. She prepared a lunch plate, then requested Naresh to take food for Jalal.

Without any questions, Naresh agreed and went into the cottage to deliver lunch to the injured man. In a very respectful tone, Naresh asked, "How are you feeling now?"

Jalal scrutinized the middle-aged, muscularly built man with his sharp orbs and responded, "Much better than before."

"I am Naresh, living in this Ashram. What is your name?"