Chapter 34 Part 3

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Slowly riding on horses, Jalal and Abdul entered the campground. It was a small space with only one practice ground. In this lonely place, the only melodic sound of sword collision was ringed in ears. He watched from far where few kids were practicing fencing. Leisurely he scanned the ground, and at last, his eyes caught on the trainer. The petite figure, white soldier attire with white turban covered face; it didn't take him a second to recognize his Jodha. Words spilled loudly mindlessly, "Yah Khuda... Jodha." His heart shouted in excitement and skipped many beats. It was not easy for him to believe what he was seeing; her sword was blazing in the sun, and she was moving like fire on the ground. He stared at her for a few seconds to recognize her eyes from far. It was the same outfit he had seen her in the very first time, the same attire in sword fighting competition. He didn't need any more pieces of evidence to confirm.

He was happy... he was too happy... he was beyond happy... his happiness was beyond any words... He pulled the bridle of the horse and rode towards his life. Abdul was perplexed and surprised by the sudden speed change. He couldn't understand what suddenly happened to Jalal.

His beautiful enchanting fighter Jodha was in the middle of the ground, and four young kids, about ten years old, were surrounding and attacking her. She was teaching the different tactics of defense tricks that how to protect from the attacks. Jalal's horse jumped through the round poles and entered inside the practice ground. The way he landed on the practice ground, all the kids backed off a few steps from their position. The tapping sound alerted her, she swiftly turned and saw Jalal riding on the horse coming towards her; she quickly turned in another direction. Jalal grinned, catching her instant reaction; while galloping on hours, he started circling around Jodha while keeping his mesmerizing sharp eyes on her. A dim victorious smirk was dancing on his lips.

Jodha knew that Jalal had definitely recognized her. In fear of being caught, she lowered her eyes while looking at the ground. Jalal encircled two rounds around her; his horse's tapping sound was audible in the quiet dusky evening. Jodha slowly lifted her beautiful eyelashes, her deep doe-like hazel eyes filled with pain. A trace of tears was visible underneath her eyelids; she looked at him with her moist but powerless stare. Both of them were looking at each other without a blink.

Strangely the shadows of golden-brown clear sky crowded with gray stirring clouds and crashed into each other with loud crackles with lig sparked the dusky evening. The obscure cosmic awning began to float around the surface. As if yearning to meet once again was resounding in nature.

His sad face burst with the deep reddish glow, and his eyes filled with immense Love... pain... happiness... many emotions together. He didn't know what to do... to smile or cry or shout or hug her. He wanted to seize the moment forever. Finally, his search ended, and his Jodha was standing in front of him. Finally, he found her... he found himself... he found his soul... he found his heartbeat... With immense contentment and peace on his face... He utters words loudly in a poetic way.

EK Muddat Se Tera Intezaar Kiya Karte Hai,

(I was waiting for this moment forever)

Har Khwab Me Tera Didar Kiya Karte Hai,

(I saw you in my every single dream)

Teri deewangi mein ho gaye hai hum Deewane Tere,

(In my craziness, I have become crazy for you)

Jo Har Waqt Tere Milne Ka Intzaar Kiya Karte Hai...

(I waited desperately every moment to see you one gaze)

He closed his eyes to feel the peace inside him. It took a few seconds to settle his irregular heartbeats.

He opened his eyes with a charismatic smile on his face. At last, his eyes shifted from Jodha to kids; they all looked confused, shocked, and curious. With a grin, he said in a mischievous tone, "You know kids, I can defeat your trainer in a flicker." Jodha's eyes expanded with little anger and surprise.

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