Is It Hate OR Love? Jodha Akbar

Chapter 33 Part 1

Hello My lovely reader,

Happy New Year!

I am so happy to announce that the book has reached 10K votes. Thank U so much for appreciating the book. I love U all. 

Chapter 33: Part 1

Early in the morning, in his dream, he saw a subterranean, divine glowing light; the last words of Jodha rebounded in his conscious, 'I love you Jalal,' which brought a sweet smile on his face. The dark clouds crackled to wake him up; slowly, the storm was forming and shaping up to outbreak at the right time. It seemed as if nature was worried about the upcoming dreadful moment. Birds were gathering in their nests and waiting for the storm to pass, to wake him up to reality birds began to chirp; the pain, the discomfort was evident in their melody, the gusty wind blew his hair on his face. Dark clouds stirred away from the Sun, and few rays fell on his face with hazy sunlit. But 

At last, his comatose mind came back to consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes; due to lack of sleep and extreme stress, he felt a heaviness on his eyelids, which suddenly brought him back to the present, how important this morning is for him and Jodha. His entire body shivered fearfully for a moment; he swiftly opened his eyes to get a glimpse of Jodha, but the swing was slowly moving with him only; he was all alone sitting on the swing. His heart skipped many beats, and his mind got alerted. As if he sensed in the aura of something wrong, The unknown fear alarmed him; he called out loud, "JODHA."

Heavy winds took the roar of his sound far away, but he got more panicked and ran inside her chamber when he didn't receive any response. 

Jalal quickly looked at all other parts of Jodha's chamber; the changing room, art room, bathing area, but she was nowhere to be found. Again, he yelled loudest at the top of his lungs with a fearful sound, "JODHAAAA," the entire palace echoed back with tremor. All four guards came running inside the chamber, hearing his dreadful sound. At last, Jalal's eyes caught Lord Krishna's Temple in the main diwan hall. A Divine Jyoti(flame) of Diya (candle) was still burning, but Lord Krishna's statue was missing.

His heart exploded like a blast and got crushed into piles of pieces within a fraction of a second. His eyes widened and crackled like explosives; his face erupted with horrifying scary, alarming expressions. Suddenly he felt like someone captured his entire body, and he can't move any further from the strange grip. His doubt cleared that Jodha has indeed left, but still, he could not accept it. He was continually staring at the empty temple without blinking his eyes. All of his energy evaporated in shock. He just stood like a statue, as if his life stilled at that moment and came to an end. His mind scrambled with millions of thoughts within a minute. Deep down, his subconscious was aware that Jodha would leave him for his self-respect, but this sudden, he never expected. The entire night he dreaded these consequences, but reality seemed far worse than his fear.

A big storm was forming inside and outside; gloomy clouds were floating over the sky. Suddenly a heavy, gusty wind started to knock on all the windows and doors. All the curtains began flying in the wind. A steady divine flame of the temple candle (Diya) began to flicker; a thunder fell on his heart seeing the dancing flame. Within a flick, he gathered himself and ran to the temple to save his last hope of that divine Jyot (flame). He surrounded his hands to protect the moving flame. He yelled to command the guards to close all of the door and window quickly. A lonesome tear rolled out from his eyes with a mixed feeling of pain and satisfaction, seeing the stable flame of the divine. With a booming sound, the sky flashed with sparkle; the cloud began to dazzle with heavy tears. Within a minute, his life turned upside down; he was sitting near the temple; still, his hands surrounded to stabilize the flame, his brain had no strength to think further. His inner soul has gone missing from his body. He was broken; he felt as if his soul and body were sitting in different corners of the room, searching for his existence.