"The day was as hot as it could get. The sand was almost in our mouths, with the loo making everything worse. But your mother, she was as if made from the dirt itself. She loved it, the sun, the heat, the people. Sometimes she would even whine and cry after getting married to Shahenshah about going out to play".
Hasan squealed, he loved hearing tales of his mother. After all, everyone only told one thing to him whenever he met them; how much he looked like her.
"What happened next Mama?"
"Just what happens when a man meets a woman. Or rather, a woman who can make him taste the pleasure of freedom"
"Abba seems to have forgotten her though." Hasan's face dropped, "He seems to have forgotten me too"
"He loves her to this day, the same way he had loved her before. Its just... an Emperor is never off work. Even after their love leaves them, they have to continue protecting the throne, and the people of the empire"
"That sounds terrible Mama" Hasan cried, "I never want to be an Emperor. I'd rather be around the farmers and the shepherds"
Jaswant smiled. His nephew was truly a spitting image of his sister. "Your mother would have wanted the same"
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Hello Readers!
Those who have read my previous works would know I like uncomplicated love stories, so here is just something I came up with in the morning.
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RomanceA tale of love between a Hindu girl and The Emperor Jalaluddin Mohammad Akbar *** Shehenshah was always proud of his wives. The women were tactful, intelligent and beautiful. His haram was filled with numerous such ladies, who were swoon worthy, but...
